picking off petals

His arms wrap around her waist and he pulls her close. In his hold she feels comfortable and safe. He makes her smile and giggle. Before it seemed to be just as friends but lately she wonders if there's more. As he holds another girl a wave of jealousy washes over her. Puzzled by this new emotion. She considers what is happening. Could she be falling for the boy she only saw as a friend? As she sits picking the petals off a flower. Do I or don't I? repeats over and over in her head. Confused she thinks back to how he makes her happy. How when she with him she's happy. How relaxed she feels around him. Carefree. As she ponders over her emotions... one by one the petals fall to the floor.

Will you keep your promise?

As the years go by I wonder if you remember our promises. We said no matter what we'd always be friends. Keep each other's secrets. Promised to go to collage and room together. I wonder if you remember when we were younger and would never get sick of each other. How we faught over stupid litte things. How jealous I was that you had all the cute clothes and were good at everything. But I'm waiting... waiting for that day when you'll leave me. When you'll realize you're tired of me always being there. When you find someone better who knows what to say all the time. Who's less dorky and odd. For that day when it'll all be over.

And I hope that if it does, years later we'll find each other again. Catch up on the parts of our lives we missed. When we'll giggle together like we did when we were five. And I hope that when that day comes it'll all be the same. Like we were never apart. The same two best friends we always were... Will you keep your promise?

I love to read. It sounds nerdy but if you find a great entertaining book it can be more fun than a movie. I love how books paint a picture in your head. You can feel the character's emotions. I've read many different genres but my favorite is romance mixed with mystery or action. I don't like reading nonfiction or most books you're required to read for school. The best books are the ones you read just for fun. Fiction books. And nothing is better than reading in your bed before you go to sleep or right after you wake up. Reading is one of my nerdy but enjoyable hobbies. :P

Gliding through life I feel in a different place than others. As if I'm watching life fly by. Trying to pull myself back down. I find myself loosing track of the days... not realizing the seconds are passing. I'm just there. Surrounded by emptiness. I feel as if I know nothing. My mind is blank. I don't think of anything. Just live calmly. No troubles or excitement. Empty.
But I don't know what to do about it. I feel lost. Or nothing. Is it bad? I don't know. It's more lonely than anything. Do I push myself away? Or why do I feel like this? Like a black hole. Sucking in life but not knowing what's going on. I'm wondering... wondering who will bring me back to my senses?

Fog

covering the ground

blinding your veiw

unable to see yards in front of you

fog surrounds the city

glummy

blank

white

mysterious

From a mile away I could hear his jolly chuckle.

My dad is full of smiles and joy. He's unique and sociable. His quirky attitude easily makes friends.

I love my dad. He inspires me to do the best I can. He believes you can do whatever you put your mind too. I've never been pressured to be in a certain sport or to get perfect grades. He's happy with whoever I want to be. Looking up in the bleachers I can always count on his smiling face encouraging me. He comes to all of my sporting events and performances. My dad will be there for me no matter what and that's what I love about him. He's funny and smart. He puts thought into everything he does, trying to be the best dad/person he can be. And even though I might not say it enough, I love my dad!! :)

A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart. ~Author Unknown

Walking up they immediately fall silent. She can tell they were talking about something but they don't want her to know. It's not about her. But they're hiding something. Trying to protect her innocent mind. Little do they know she's been through more than they have. She understands pain and knows what it feels like to be hurt by someone. She knows right from wrong, by experience. Sitting in a corner huddled into a ball listening to the shouts echo up the stairs. Crying silently to herself. Thinking how she'll be different. Knowing she doesn't want to be the one at the bottom of the stairs.

But as she looks into their eyes and she knows they don't understand. She knows they think they will corrupt her innocent mind. But secretly she's already been hurt and informed. Actually she knows more than them. Secretly.

I went to the opera on Friday. It was a lot of fun. The singers were amazing! I have no idea how they can reach some of those notes and sing so loud. Over all it was nice to get out of school. :)