"I like to be a free spirit. Some don't like that, but that's the way I am." - Princess Diana

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


 Author's Note: Two young adults, living on their own. Loving ever second of it, until it all goes wrong in an instant. You should realize to love the people in your life because you never know when it is their time to go.

     It’s not fair, that you are gone. That I have this hole in my heart that can never be filled. He was my husband, my everything. You were me, I was you. We were together. You truly were my missing puzzle piece, but now I’m not complete. 
    The sun beamed over us in Los Angeles California. We were living in a small house just outside of the city. Just two crazy kids, who fell in love. We could barely pay the rent but, It didn’t matter because I knew I loved you.
    He was going to drive out to Seattle, WA  to be with his family for Christmas. I was going to drive out later in the day to my home in Wisconsin to be home for Christmas, too. His car was packed and we were saying our goodbyes. “I will see you when I get home at New Years, I promise.” he said as we enjoyed our last embrace. “Okay, I love you, be safe.” I said, feeling like I was about to cry but I knew I would see him soon. “I love you too!”, he said as he climbed into his car. As I stood on the porch watching his car drive away. I watched him stop at his stop sign then accelerate. Then out of nowhere, a car almost twice the size of his, smashed his, on his side of the car.  “JACK!”, I screamed as I started running to his car. The tears started falling, they swept across my face. I ran up to his car. “JACK, Jack PLEASE!”, I shouted as I tried to look for him. His seat-belt was never put on and his head was smashed up against the glass.
    The impact of that car was so great that Jack didn’t survive. I watched as the doctors tried to retrieve his life but did not succeed. I sat in that hospital hallway alone, crying. Jack is gone and now, I am alone.
    When I got back to our home, I went up stairs, in the bedroom. I looked up, all of our memories were scattered around the floor and pinned up to the walls. I took slow steps and I ran my finger along the walls, remembering the memories, remembering the time I was happy. When I was in the center of my bed room and I just fell to the floor. The tears streamed in my eyes and onto my lap. I loved his smile and that look that he gave, just me. Now I am on the floor surrounded by my love and lost, heartbroken.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Why Have I Done To Deserve This?

   Author's Note: This piece that you are about to read is a work of fiction about depression. It explains the story of a young girl who believes that all hope is lost in her life. I don't have much experience with this subject but I enjoy writing from different point of views of people.

   What did I do to deserve this?  Why has the world turned on me? Please tell me what I did to have my life come to this, please.   
    I might look good on the outside, but my god, you have not seen me on the inside. At school I am bullied to the point where I don’t even see why I should be here, my brother is a high school drop out with a criminal record, my oldest sister died last year in a car crash, and my parents are to shy to do anything about anything. Nobody understands, no body gets it.
     I don’t tell my parents how unhappy my school life is. I can’t, they wouldn’t listen, they don’t get it. They can only assume. I’m not a bad student, but I’m not the best. Everyone always pushes me to be the best but, I don’t always want to listen. Private school is hard as is. Mean girls, immature boys, strict teachers, I basically have no where else to turn. I have no one to talk to. I am the freak, outsider, loser, loner, sister of the screw up, and going to be the newer mess up in their eyes. They don’t even 
know. They don’t even know about me or my life. They don't know about Emily. 
    Lets continue with my family. My oldest sister, Emily, was a straight “A” student. Good grades, great friends, so nice, and so beautiful. She was all you would ever want in an older sister and I was so grateful for her. Emily was the person I could talk to, the only person that listened. She was my best friend, my only friend. She had a whole future in from of her, her whole life and my parents were so proud of her. Until, one hot summer night of senior year. I remember getting a phone call that she was in the passenger’s seat  of a car with all of her friends, the driver got distracted from her phone, and they crashed. Why did she have to go! Why did he take her life instead of my own? She was so perfect and she had it all. Why did she have to go?
    After this, my brother, Josh, became a screw-up. He started smoking and doing activities against the law. I will always remember watching him, from the peer of my door crack, at the front door with handcuffs on and a police officer behind him. My parents can’t stand up to him and his rebellious against society. I can’t even stand to look him in the eye. He loved Emily as an older sister, an older sister that helped him grow up and helped him try to see the light of day. Josh was better when Emily was here, but after she left. His life took a drastic turn for the worst.
    As for me, my life went dark after Emily left. She was all I had left. She was the light, that...spark that kept me from thinking all hope was lost. I loved watching her become the person she was as much as she loved watching me grow up. I feel like I was shot in the heart and all of my love is draining out. I will always remember, that night that I will never forget.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

"Do You Want To Dance With Me..........?"

Author's Note: This piece was written as a work of fiction for this love story. This explains the love story between two people who were brought together by fate.

     “Do you want to dance with me?”- When those simple words came out of his mouth I knew he was the one. It all started when me and my best girl friends strutted into this other school’s dance like we knew what we were doing. We considered ourselves dance crashers with our homemade neon shirts and our super bright glow sticks. We felt like we were on top of the world. Our night only got better. 
       It was my old school’s dance so I knew a few people. One of my good old friends Rent was there and we hung out and they caught up as good friends. All of us girls were all in a circle, talking and dancing when this really good-looking group of 8th grade guys came up and started fist pumping with us to the beat.
       During a different song, they did it again and I caught the eye of the group leader. He was tall, sweet hair it was like everything you want! During the slow song my friend went up to this boy and told him to ask me to dance. “Do you want to dance with me?” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Sure,” I said with with a big flirty grim on my face. I learned that his name is Joseph and he is an 8th grader at a different private school. I told him I go to public school and I am an 7th grader, he didn’t seem to mind.  His friend asked my friend Addie to dance at the same time. “YES!” she said in an instant.We met a boy named Morry and he asked Tyler to dance. She never stopped talking about how much joy she felt when they were dancing. We all got to dance with someone and that night, we knew we were on top of the world. Best night, ever. 


Friday, December 9, 2011

Jacob or Edward? Not that hard of a decision.....

Authors Note: This short story was written to describe my feelings toward the Jacob and Edward despute. 
           Jacob or Edward? Really not that hard of a decision. You either like a gross, pale, blood-sucking vampire or a hot, muscular, good-looking werewolf. Your choice, but who would I pick? JACOB, obviously! Who wouldn’t love him? Give me 10 good reasons why I should pick otherwise. To me, Edward’s a creep! Sure he saves Bella and protects her but, Jacob saved her child. He is the real hero. 
        Edward watches Bella as she sleeps which is totally creepy. I know he is a vampire and all, but he always just looks like he wants to kill everyone in the room. His cold skin and pale face, icky. Jacob is the real hero. He has always been there for Bella when Edward isn’t.  He has always stuck with her in the good and bad times. He is so kind, caring and totally good-looking which is always a plus. When the bad werewolves tried to kill Bella’s baby Jacob the imprinted on the baby to keep it from dying. This means that Jacob will always protect the baby and care for her. Sure Edward does a lot for Bella like saving her life in every movie but, Jacob has the plus of being so hot. I’m definitely team  Jacob but I don’t care very much. I am not a huge fan girl, but the Harry Potter Series? Definitely a obsessed fan.