Hi everyone. It has been years (and that is no exaggeration) since I have posted on here. And maybe I'm just posting this for myself. But, I wanted to wrap things up, as I am no longer posting on this blog. I'm starting a new one. I don't know what it will be called or what I will post on it, but I know that I need a fresh start.

Looking over my old posts, I see now that writing has always been a kind of therapy for me. I think that I have strayed too far away from it, and seeing how passionate I was at thirteen years old... well, it makes me feel like I need to step back into my passion for some security. Life is (and has been for a long time) quite hectic. So, in order to express how I feel about things, I want to write about them.

Also, I wanted to address my short lived series of chapters about my heartbreak at 13 years old. I want to because, if anyone so happens to stumble across this blog from my home town or my college, I want them to know what ended up happening, and how I feel about it now, as an almost adult.

To my past self:

Hey there. I know you feel as though your heart is shattering into a million pieces. That you can never get over this boy, or this moment. But mom was right when she said that when you look back on this, it will seem small and insignificant.

The truth is that it wasn't that boy's fault for not liking you. To be honest, you guys never talked. So there's no use in blaming him for not liking you. Maybe he deserves some blame for spreading rumors about what happened and making you feel like you were pathetic and weak. But everyone makes mistakes at that age. In fact, everyone makes mistakes period. You did. So did he. But at the end of the day, this is all in the past.

Now to the important part: You're in college now! this August you started a new chapter of your life moving to college and starting classes. And though the classes are tricky, you love it. You're making friends, studying, going to events-- the whole nine yards. Living the dream. You made it. The dream of going to college that you've had for so long has been finally realized. And the crazy thing is, now you have even more ambitious dreams.

And, in case you were wondering, you do have a boyfriend now. His name is Alex. You have been dating him for over a year now. You love each other and are best friends. The only downside? He lives 3,100 miles away. But even so, you work hard to stay together. You video chat every night and he even visited you this summer. He's coming back for Christmas break. Your going out next summer. And you're even planning on studying abroad in England.

The point is, that even being thousands of miles away from each other, you stay strong and know that you will make it work. And what you have with Alex, well... let's just say that you couldn't have picked a better guy. He's understanding, kind, logical, and smart (even though he won't admit it). He is adventurous and loving, and so much more than you could have ever dreamed of. Most importantly, he treats you right. That is what you deserve.

It just goes to show that sometimes being patient and waiting can pay off. More than pay off actually. It can get you a kiss under the stars while waves crash in the back ground and the love of your life.

More writing!

Hey Guys here with another Fun piece (about stereotyping women)! Enjoy

Have you ever hear the crazy stereotypes made up about women? Well most of them, if not all of them are untrue. For example one of the ones I found was most women are to girls to play sports. Or most women stay home and watch their children. And get this; apparently a lot of people think all women love and know how to cook! In this essay I will prove to you that these stereotypes are 100% inaccurate.
Many of the stereotypes about women are unbelievable! For example one of them is women are too girly so they don’t like playing sports. That however is untrue. In fact this year the USA Olympic team sent more American women the team than men. 19 out of the 36 medals one by the USA where one by women. That’s over half the medals! Another thing that proves this lie wrong is that I among several other girls am on a lacrosse team. And I love playing lacrosse. Sure it was  hard at first to play sports but I didn’t quit and I found that lacrosse is the sport for me. Also there is a quote from  Manon Rhéaume,the first female NHL hockey player, stating, “It's never been easy. But I've always wanted to play hockey. I love hockey. I'd rather play hockey than do anything else. If you have that kind of desire, I think you can achieve what you want to achieve.” Did you hear that stereotypes? she loves hockey (a sport) and she would rather do it than anything else! Huh go figure.

Yet another false stereotype is that most women watch their children and don’t work at all. I  know this is definitely not true because my mom and my aunts all work (I have 4 aunts)! And did you know according to the US Department of Labor 46% of the United States workforce are women!That’s almost ½ of the total work force. And also, There is a quote stating. “I learn the value of working hard by working hard” said by Margaret M Fitzpatrick a doctor in New Jersey. And let’s be honest; how many waitresses, hairdressers, receptionists and fast food workers have you seen that are female? That alone should prove this point.

Yet another stereotype is that Most women like/ know how to cook. I know that this is not true however because I know at least 3 women who don’t like to cook homemade meals. Also according to this chart I read 20% of women only cook 1-2 nights a week and buy their food the other 5-6 days a week. That is ⅕ in case you didn’t realize. Also the website famous quotes.com has an anonymous quote stating, “I don’t cook on days that end in Y...” on their famous cooking quotes page which may represent how a lot of women feel.

All in all these stereotypes are obviously unfair, untrue, and unrealistic. From no sports to always cooking these stereotypes have no meaning. And always watching the kids? I think not! Stereotypes can be so harsh- especially women. Now that I cleared this up It’s time for the boy’s turn.

My poem

Here is one of the poems I wrote about patriotism! enjoy!

Vivid colors fill my past, but I soar into the future.

 My people of courage and dreams fill the lands.

 Bloodshed for my survival, I reign supreme.

 And as my people lose faith bring them hope. 

I am everything and everyone as one; for one. 

I am America

Chapter 3

Hi! I'm in the mood to write an another chapter! So here it is! Enjoy'
Chapter 3 realizing the truth
After the pile of homework I was forced to think about the incident. It of course was painful to think about Someone  you've dreamed about and thought about for three years tells you your not special to them. Think about that. And then you'll no my pain Jake. As a
Tear dropped from my eye I realized that there was no
Way he was joking. No way he was kidding. My dreams were taken away in a split second. If I could only do it again. Erase the past from the paper of time and redo what was done to me and this boy maybe he would see that we have many things alike. But he honestly doesn't like me so why try. You know those corny sayings about how if someone says they don't like you they don't deserve you? Well Jake was like that
I guess. But I Will say it again I tried to find every way possible to see him joking. It didn't work. He wasn't. And he's apparently not for everyone in including me.

Ya About the chapters....

Alright so guys I figured out that I was too busy to Post a new chapter every day. Every week is more reasonable for me. So here is my 2nd chapter
CHAPTER 2: Dealing
My Eyes slowly opened to see a bright beam of light pierce my curtains. I groaned. This is why I don't like waking up. It wasn't that it was a school day and it wasn't that it was a Tuesday. It was because of the perfect dream that I had dreamt that suddenly disintegrated because of the light of day.In my dream I was so happy standing proudly next to Jake we were holding hands and he looked in my eyes and then I woke up. I know clique right? But this dream was so real I could swear it was true. I slipped into my  jeans and my lacrosse sweatshirt. this was going to be a long day. No bother putting on make-up. I wasn't trying to impress anyone anyway. I felt like curling up in a ball like a rolly polly and just ball. but I knew I was better than that. I trotted down the stairs with my head held high although my spirits were low. "Time to go" my mom
chanted over the loud screams of the T.V. I peeked into the cave like living room.
"Ed time to go!" I exclaimed for he had been just sitting there in a zombie like trance and as you know today wasn't exactly the best day of my life.
"WHAT! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME!" he screeched. Yes this is my 10 year old brother and like any other brother he is addicted to video games.
"well I guess your on your own for the day then..." i said in a cunning voice.
 With a sigh as heavy as my heart he stood up and listened for the TV to beep (which of course meant it had turned off.) We raced down the stairs and jumped in my mom's car only today I was slower than every other Tuesday.
     In the car it was like every other Tuesday. my mom would check to make sure we had our lunch money and then I would get out at the high school. I'm not in high school yet but I go to a program called STEM (long story I don't feel like telling). Then they would drive off and i would head up the high school steps.
As  walk through the front doors and to my right i see the brightly lit hallway containing all of my classes that year. Then i see Michelle.
"Michelle it was horrible. He rejected me and said he doesn't like me" i said within an exhale.
She looked at me with pain filled  eyes. "Bella I am so sorry! I didn't... I wouldn't...."
"I know what you mean" I said. I wish I could promise her it was alright however it wasn't.
I wanted to find a way where maybe he could be kidding or lying through out the day but it was no use. every day we had a couple classes together and that was the day i had to bare the pain of sitting there and trying to focus on my work without turning to him in the middle of class and yelling 'why?' at the top of my lungs. But Shockingly I made it until lunch. When my friends congregated at the lunch table I told them what happened and be all decided that green was going to get nasty stares from this table for the rest of the week. and so as lunch ended we went to our final class and went home. To my relief there was a pile of homework to keep me distracted. ever think you'd here me say that?

STOP THIS BULLYING NOW

I was scrolling through my search results for puppies when I came across this little guy. Then at that moment it became very apparent that this month is national bully month and this breed of wonderful, sweet, loving dogs are being bullied. Why do I say this? Well let me give you an example. This year for our school we have to do a report through out the year about something we are really interested about. This one girl in my class said that she wanted to research pit bulls. At first I thought it was a cool topic bu then she said and why they are all so violent. This really offended me because I have 2 beautiful male pit bulls that are just as sweet as can be. So you can imagine how upset I felt when she said this. It's not the dog that's vicious. It's the cruel owners that teach them to fight in rings and get their legs and ears and other things torn. One of my dogs doesn't have a leg for that reason; abusive owners. Of course we weren't we got him from a shelter where he had already had a fractured shoulder and couldn't move his leg. When he came home after his leg was off he ran a couple of laps around our yard. He could run now that the permenantly damaged leg was off. He is one of the nicest dogs I've ever known! Just ask any of my friends and they'll tell you the same. So stop this madness and protect this breed from being bullied.

Chapter one of my FANTABULOUS story!!!

HEEEEEEYYYYYYYY so this is my new writing piece and it is mostly for teen girls struggling with love. if all goes well i will be posting another chapter on friday. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: QUICKSAND

“ I guess you weren’t the person I thought you were.” I angrily pounded into my keyboard. I hit send. The miniscule bar filled to 100% and then the whooping sound of the message being sent traveled through my ear buds and into my ears. I waited. It seemed to take forever for ‘green’ to respond. That was the code name for my crush. Everyone at our lunch table had one. Finally he tested back.

“ I’m not for everyone.” The cruel hearted message said.

I turned my head into my pillow and cried. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Of course I didn’t know what was.

 You see the day before I put a note in his locker with his phone number on it. Actually I wrote it and was about to throw it away before Michele snatched it from me and shoved the pint-sized but particularly powerful message into the painted locker. It was on.

Then the stress began. The buss ride home took centuries. The walk home gave Evan (my neighbor) time to grow a beard. Homework took 10 hours instead of 2 and life was dramatic quicksand that sucked me in every time I moved.

Let’s just say things got a little out of hand after that. Basically he said he didn’t even want to be friends and was being really rude as you can tell.

I bravely but barely typed back, ‘even if I didn’t like someone I would go to the dance just to be nice. Goodbye. And have a nice life.’ I collapsed on my bed and sobbed.

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well that's it for today folks! post a comment telling me if you want to hear the next chapter.