Just Writing to Write

<Remember guys this is just what I jotted down a brand new notebook. So it's not going to be a true story. Also I'm adding and taking out as I write because it just sounds better then. In other words, it's not an orginial exactly>

I love writing but sometimes, it's hard. To me, it's hard to ruin a blank page. Ink on a page to me is like blood on snow. It slowly spreads and is bold. It sticks out. To some, it's beautiful, to others, it can be ugly and harsh. Either way it's the truth and permanente. You can't take it back.

Life is the same, you can try to fix mistakes with a little whiteout, but no matter what, you can still see the black underneath. You can glue, stitch, and staple but there's always scars left behind.

But technology mess with us even more. Typing is nice but writing by hand, personally, is better. Yes, you can save on a flashdrive and/or hard drive but it can be destroyed easily or accidently. Writing in a notebook, I feel, is more reliable.

That's how my story starts, a big mistake and writing. It's always been about my writing.

The Wandering

Preface


There's a breeze that twirls through my hair. It matches perfectly with the weather of clear sky with a sun fighting through the green, leafy, clouds. Warm and bright in the beams and cool and relaxing in the shadows. Of course I'm smart enough to blanket myself in the foliage under the watchful of a oak tree. I inhale deeply and the nutty smell of a squirrel is wafting by my oak. I see him nibbling a acorn. He's plump, round, and fleshy. My mouth waters and I crawl. The squirrel looks up and turns to stone. He turns the opposite way of me. I pounce and he squeals fighting me. I sink my needle sharp teeth into his neck. He gargles into silence. My mouth drips while my already orangy-red coat has drops that pops out. I snag the kill and drag it into the den before a large shadow covers me.

Holidays

Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. Haven’t written to much on the story. Might give up on that story and start a new one. I don’t know yet. Give me some feed back when you can, not that there’s a lot of people that read my blog really. Well, MERRY CHRISTMAS!! It’s really fun to be with family and some friends while opening little packages of smiles. Is that a good way to describe it? Who doesn’t love Christmas or holidays in general? Think there isn’t too much to say so again, I think I may just start something new. Signing off for now! Peace!

Random-ness

     I said before, that I would have some story and also have some other things.  I have another blog with a friend so whoever reads this should check it out sometime.  I'll have it on my links on the right.  My partner in the blog that we share also has her own blog.  Actually, two more.  I also have these links too.  Anybody have any ideas on what my next chapter should be about?

     Besides this, I might be going to Washington D.C. in June.  It depends on money and permission.  I've always wanted to go to the Smithsonian Museum.  I really like museums but it also depends on whats in it.  I really hate the way mummies look when unwrapped.  I like gives me nightmares for about four days to a week.  They are nasty!

     I think that's it!  Don't forget to leave in the comments on what I could have in my next chapter.

Chapter 2 (edits and con.)

I kinda changed some stuff from before so I'm just going to put the whole of Chapter 2.  Again, please tell me if I have any mistakes.

Chapter 2

    “That was high-larious!” exclaimed Jake Vin as he walked out of the theater with a bag of popcorn.

    “Dude, we need to plan these movies more often when there’s a movie we wanna see,” said the most charming Ethan.

    I watched as they chatted away.  The way Ethan casually twitches his head to get his dark, chocolate hair out of his sea green eyes.....  Sigh.

    “You’re drooling.”

    Jumping like a high jumper, “Geez Adria!  Scare me why don’t ya?” I scrubbed my cheek.

    “I was kidding,” giggled Adria.  She’s always doing that to me.  I still think she’s a great friend.  I love her red hair with curls that bounce back when you pull them down.  Her tips are great when it comes to basketball.  Even with them, I know I’ll never be as great as her.  She’s so tall and makes almost every shot.

    “To bad Sue couldn’t come but at least you and Bailey could,” Sue is Susan's kinda, sorta nickname like Adria is short for Adrianna.  Sue has electrically, brilliant blue eyes that hidden behind a pair of purple glasses and usually a thick bound book.  Sue is rather quiet and hates to get into trouble.  Nobody really hates her but we are kind of her only friends.  Bailey on the other hand is really talkative and bubbly. Her hair is naturally a hazel brown but she dyes it strawberry blonde.  It looks really pretty either way but i prefer her natural color.

    “Did you know that it’s healthy for you to laugh at least ten to fifteen minuets everyday?”  Bailey commented coming to stand next to us.

    “Um, usually Sue tells us that type of stuff,” Adria said astounded.  Bailey is smart but is a bit blonde if you know what I mean. I think the dye is getting to her.

    “Well, I just texted her that the movie had me laughing so hard, I almost peed my pants.  She told me that it’s healthy for you to laugh at least ten to fifteen minutes each day.  She said it gets your heart rate up and if you injurer yourself, not big injuries though, it makes it so it doesn’t hurt as much.  I guess we all are pretty healthy,” then she giggled that broke into laughter which was contagious so of course we all started to just crack up, nearly falling on the ground laughing.

    Sammy walked out and stared at us and said, “Are you guys high or what?  Wow!  All you guys are dorks.”  Then she couldn’t help it and joined us.

    “What’s so funny?”  I look up through damp eyes and try not to laugh at Jake and Ethan’s clueless expression but it was so comical that it just sent a hurricane of laughter through my body.

    “Um, Maya, can you breath?” Ethan gave me that great side grin that made him look so suave, cute, and... Sigh!

    “Yea... I can’t... My sides... Hurt... Maybe... I can’t... Hahahahahaha!” Well, I tried didn’t I?

    “Well, text me when you can talk or at least stand,” he chuckled as he swaged away with Jake.

    About ten more minutes later, all of us walked to my house still giggling and a bit punch drunk.

    “So, I didn’t know that ya had Mr. Ethan Walter’s number,” teased Adria.  We were all laying upstairs in my room.

    “I got it about week ago during study hall.  I passed him a note and he gave me the number.  I even kept the note!” Everyone squealed except Sammy (of course).

    “Good for you girl.” Sammy said grinning.  She’s not girly but she does support me in everything.

    “Let us see it!” exclaimed everyone but Sammy who just rolled her eyes with a grin at the girls.

    I show them the note while they squeal over it.  Sammy and I just laugh at them roll our eyes.  We have so much fun and “planning” on how I could make Ethan my boyfriend when abruptly, I hear my phone ring, alerting me that I have an incoming message or call...  But I haven’t ever heard this ring before.  I look at my phone and stare at the name of the person who has decided to text me.  I remember that I had a special ring for this certain person.  It’s... No it can’t be... Or can...?

    “Who is it?” asks Adria curiosity.  The others are still planning with Sammy writing it all down on a piece of paper, “Are you all right?  You look like a ghost texted you.”

    “As a matter of fact, it’s the complete opposite.  An angel has,” I said in astonishment.

    “Omigosh!  He said he would text you and he did!” she shrieked.

    Everybody then turned their heads in unison and said, “What!”

    “He texted me!” everybody then pounced on my phone, “Wait!  Let me read it first!  It says, ‘DID U 4GET 2 TX ME? AND BTW, CAN YOU BREATHE YET? ;)’

    He sent me a winky face!  He remembered to text me!

    “Omigosh!  What should you send back?”

    “Don’t send something back right away.  He might think you’re interested or something!”

    “No, she should be mysterious!”

    They all fired me tips on how to answer his text.

    “EVERYBODY!  JUST SHUT UP FOR A SEC!” shouted Sammy, acting like a bullet proof vest toward the bullets of words, “Let her answer in her own self!  She needs to learn how to do this in case she’s by herself when this happens.  She also needs to be herself because otherwise Ethan might end up liking a person Maya is not.”

    Sammy my be stubborn and a trouble maker but she definitely helps me.

    I texted back with nervous hands and pounding heart, “YA, I STOPPED LAUGHING A WHILE AGO LOL. WHATCHA DOIN?”

    “What did you send?”

    “Was it long or short or what did you put?”

    “SHUT UP!” Thank you Sammy for being my personal shield.

    “All I put was, ‘Ya, I stopped laughing a while ago lol.  Whatcha doin?’  Nothing too long.” I said sheepishly.  I prepared myself for the gun shots but luckily, they didn’t come.  They all were pondering on what to say next, I guess.

    “Maya!” Mom’s voice rushed up the stairs and through the cracks of the door, “Sam’s mom is here!  I need her to come down now!”

    “Okay Mom!” I cupped my hands around my mouth.  Sometimes Mom can be hard of hearing.

    “What?” see what I mean?

    I skipped out of my room and leaned over the oak banister of the second floor and shouted and slowly said, “O-KAY MO-OM!” then went back in my room and rolled my eyes, “I personally think my mom is going deaf.”

    “My mom too,” commented Bailey.

    “I think all of our moms are like that.” Adria said with a smile.

    “Maya!  Get your butt down here!”

    “Okay Mom!”

    We all thundered downstairs to see Sammy’s mom standing in the doorway chatting away with my mom.  Why did she need us to hurry if she’s gonna be standing there for a half hour?

    About fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Jarbo says that she needs to get home to finish dinner, “Come on Samantha.” Sammy hates it when people call her that but her mom gets away with it.

    “Text me,” she mouths to us.  We nod in reply.

    Then I see Mrs. Harper with her mini van, “Come on Bailey!  Oh!  Adria, your mom wanted me to bring you home!”

    “See at school tomorrow!” I call as the van door closes after them.  They wave through the glass.

    My phone rings again.  I’m going to have to get used to this special ring.

Chapter 2

This part isn't really as exciting but my friend couldn't wait for more.  Don't be afraid to give me more tips!  Oh, also, please tell me if I have any grammar and spelling answers.

Chapter 2

    “That was high-larious!” exclaimed Jake Vin as he walked out of the theater with a bag of popcorn.

    “Dude, we need to plan these movies more often,” said the most charming Ethan.

    I watched as they chatted away.  The way Ethan casually twitches his head to get his dark, chocolate hair out of his sea green eyes.....  Sigh.

    “You’re drooling.”

    I jumped like a high jumper, “Geez Adrianna!  Scare me why don’t ya?” I scrubbed my cheek.

    “I was kidding,” giggled Adria.  She’s always doing that to me.  I still think she’s a great friend.  I love her red hair with curls that bounce back when you pull them down.  Her pointers are even better when it comes to basketball.  Even with them, I know I’ll never be as great as her.  She’s so tall and makes almost every shot.

    “To bad Sue couldn't come but at least you and Bailey could,” Sue is Susan's kinda, sorta nickname like Adria is short for Adrianna.  Sue is one of those smart bookworms like me.  She has electrically, brilliant blue eyes that used to be covered with brown glasses until she got contacts.  Sue is rather quiet and hates to get into trouble.  Nobody really hates her but we are kind of her only friends.

    “Did you know that it’s healthy for you to laugh at least ten to fifteen minuets everyday?”  Bailey commented coming to stand next to us.

    “Um, usually Sue tells us that type of stuff,” Adria said astounded.  Bailey isn't really what you call “the sharpest knife in the drawer” if you know what I mean.

    “Well, I just texted her that the movie had me laughing so hard, I almost peed my pants.  She told me that it’s healthy for you to laugh at least ten to fifteen minutes each day.  She said it gets your heart rate up and if you injure yourself, not big injuries though, it makes it so it doesn't hurt as much.  I guess we all are pretty healthy,” then she giggled that broke into laughter which was contagious so of course we all started to just crack up, nearly falling on the ground laughing.

    Sammy walked out and stared at us and said, “Are you guys high or what?  Wow!  All you guys are dorks.”  Then she couldn't help it and joined us.

    “What’s so funny?”  I look up through damp eyes and tried not to laugh at Jake and Ethan’s clueless expression but it was so comical that it just sent a hurricane of laughter through my body.

    “Um, Maya, can you breath?” Ethan gave me that great crooked grin that made him look so suave, cute, and... Sigh!

    “Yea... I can’t... My sides... Hurt... Maybe... I can’t... Hahahahahaha!” Well, I tried didn’t I?

    “Well, text me when you can talk or at least stand,” he chuckled as he swagged away with Jake.

    About ten more minutes later, all of us walked to my house still giggling and a bit punch drunk.

Corrections

Anybody have any ideas for corrections or anything I could change? I know there really isn't any readers but still it would help.