Week 14: Dancing on the ceiling!

         My whole world is turned upside down, litteraly. Everyone else around me seems to be normall...but for me, there is no such thing as gravity on earth. I'm not allowed to go explore outside, which really does suck. Days seem so long and I feel as if i'm waiting to die each and every day with barely any oxygen. Yes, I'm on Earth...but it's like being reborn for me. Eating, impossible. It's hard to eat when I feel dizzy all the time and as if i'm going to puke. It's so weird being upside down. I'm not used to it. Doing my homework is odd.. It's really hard to describe, actually. It's like how all of you out there feel on Earth.. normal.. you walk you breath, you talk.. but it's just something hard to get used to as i'm lonesome walking on the ceilings. It hurts me to look at my friends because I have to roll my eyes all the way up. Idk it's really hard science. But... I definiatly have to say that it's definiatly something worth looking into. I don't know what happened or how I got to being like this... but I think maybe next time it would be smart to cook the turkey before dinner, raw turkey isn't all that good.. I promise.

Week 13: ZOMG FOOD!

Thanksgiving is always very exciting for me. Lately, the site of food disgusts me.. but thanksgiving dinner is always THE BESSTT. I like stuffing the most. I hate how I always get full after like a bowl of stuffing..because hten I don't get to eat the good stuff like cranberries.. turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy.. carrot cake.. things like that. It's really upsetting. My family doesn't really do anything special but make food. This year my aunt mary and grandpa are coming to my house for thanksgiving dinner. I love rolls with Jelly..they're super fresh tasting. Last year my family just made baked potatos which is my favorite. I really wish thanksgiving was the same as it was when I was little.. where my relatives didn't totally..seemingly abandon my sister,dad, and mom and I. It really does stink growing up because things have changed ALOT. But, I am and always will be thankful for the ones who are here now and for all that my parents do for me. HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING EVERYONE;)

Week 12: Wallflower

We tend to really love and appreciate people, but might not be all that good at showing it. First of all I appreciate my family which they know I do! But there are 3 others that know but may not know.
           
          I really appreciate you for being here for me for the past 2 years since I moved to Washburn..8th grade..9th grade..and now 10th grade.  You drove me crazy but I'm so glad that things have gotten sooo much better. I want to say thankyou for always being my shoulder to cry on. You keep me sane, though some days I wish I could be..well insane. Thankyou for always spoiling me,lol, even though I sometimes feel as if I don't deserve it. It's absolutely wonderful that when i'm having my mood swings you tolerate it. There are sooo many things I appreciate that you do for me.. even just the simple things..like smiling. It means alot to me to know someone who may understand me just a little more and that knows well..about 99% of everything about me. Most of all I want to thank you for you being you and to not give up on me.

Person numero dos; You're my bestfriend and you bring out the crazy in me..good kind of crazy. I've never done as much stupid crap with anyone else as I have with you. You, also, keep me sane. You really don't give the best advice as you think you do.. but it's awesome that you at least try to help. We've been bestfriends since like 2nd..well more became bestfriends in like 4th/5th grade. That's alot of years, to me. You struggle so much with happiness, but you still always try to help others out. I appreciate your family for always giving me a home to stay if I was to ever need it. Your home is my home and my house is your house. There's so much that I could say, I just don't know the right words to say it..as I am not very good at saying things..and have terrible grammar and little vocabulary.

 Last person..
           You wanna know why I appreciate you? Because you've motivated me to do better. You make me feel like i'm less than a human compared to everyone else..but I know i'm not. Therfore, with each and every insult.. you motivate me. I have been, and am going to, continue to prove to you that I will improve myself, with grades, with consistensy of sticking to my weight loss goal, to getting a job, a car..and my cheerleading abilities.. All of my improvements, and future improvements, are because of you.
                                                                                                             Thankyou.

Week 11: Behind the hamper

          As I was cleaning my closet, I noticed a knob..a door knob. I never noticed this! Further investigation I discovered it was an old dusty door! I was scared, but curious. Slowly, I opened the door. Creeking sounds, haunted. I felt a chill. It was a whole witch craft portal filled with ouija boards.. and demons. Not the friendliest demons either. I couldn't hear or see them but I knew they were there. I've seen them before. Lingering behind my room, scaring the cats and tapping on windows. I knew that you weren't supposed to play ouija boards by yourself..but I did it anyways. Candles flickering as I put my two fingers on the triangle. I began to get nervous and was tempted to take my fingers off and quit playing, although I knew that that could end very badly. All of a sudden, "HELLO." The triangle had moved. This was the beginning of the game.
I asked who was there....
 a couple seconds later.. "L-E-A-V-E" it spelled out.
 I asked who it was..
 it began spelling "M-A-R-Y"
That was my grandmas name. She was reaching out to me that I was about to conversate with someone I did not want to talk to. I didn't leave out of curiosity, though.
 "HELLO"... "LEAVE" The demon and my grandma battled. Finally, vulgor words were only transcripted.
"Grandma?" I asked in fear.
"NO" the triangle moved.
 "What did you do with her" I asked.
 "G-O-N-E" The spirit board replied.
"Where did you take her?!"
"L-E-O-N"
"Is that your name?" I asked..
"YES" the triangle slid.. "S-A-F-E"
Leon was telling me that my grandma left and went into a safe place, but I knew the safe place wasn't really safe. I knew she was sitting right next to me because that's not like my grandma to put me into danger.. I also knew my Grandpa Joe was waiting right next to me too. I had two beautiful angels taking care of me making sure I was safe, trying to protect me.

              Leon and I's conversation lasted for a good, long, stressful hour. I was so scared. He told me things like he will visit me in my dreams.. he'll torture me till the day I have kids, (then he'll haunt my kids). Leon was not the demon I ever wanted to conversate with again. I had played a ouija board before, but never have I met anyone like Leon. The moral of this is to always be cautious and have a responsible adult who knows what they're doing before making a risky decision. Especially if it's discovering new things amisdt your home.. I coouuuld have died.