I'm a writer. I'm not published or anything, and maybe not even good. But I'm a writer. I love to create and make poems and little tunes. I love to paint and colour, and sketch. Although not very good. However, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of harsh critisism. Anyone who wants to diss my writing, you better back it up, and tell me what's wrong with it so I can fix it.
Like Twilight. I don't hate it because she's successful, and I don't hate it just because it's a teenage love story. It's becase vampires are a kind of demon, made from the sin of man. The home soil that Count Dracula needed, makes me think it's because the Count cannot leave the sin of the seemingly normal dirt. Vampires being beautiful? Sure, they can be. Vanity, which is a sin. Gluttony and Greed, because they gain power from blood. They burn in the sunlight, not sparkle. They burn because what right to they have to see the world in joyful light? They do not deserve warmth and are therefore cold. They cannot love, because love is something God gives us all.
More on Twilight, I'm glad they got a new director. It wasn't as airheaded. The effects are still at a low, but I'm sure that'll change when Bella has her baby... and better damn well be bloody. Vampires are not all sweet and kind and sparkley. Well, none should be. And the power? They gain that by killing. It's either a scientific defect, or my theory, demons of the Earth. I like the stories where they rule the Earth, or are abusive. I don't mind if they fall in love, or if they need mates or whatever! I just know they aren't normal, and to make Twilight vampires seen as vegetarians (and I know they have bottles of donated blood. That, still, is unacceptable) is like saying humans don't need to eat.
On to writing, it is very well written. Just like I try to do, it has nice vocabulary, and keeps you wanting more. Afterward it may be a good read or a 'oh no, my poor head', but either way, it's a best teen seller. Unfortuately, there will be less teenagers fearing vampires, and therefore more murders in the future [ : ) ]. Hey, it could be the next twenty-twelve. Although I hope it's a zombie attack.
I anxiously await the day I publish my work. because one day, I WILL! No matter what. The next one I finish, I will look for publishers and agents through my sister (who is suprisingly well informed). I love you, Jenna!
That's All 4 now!!::
--Pattycakez ♥♫
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Thomas, Leah and Every Insane Piece of Them
I have a part of a story I would like to share. Whose who are interested, please let me know and I will continue to update. Those who do not car, do not message me... no updates will be made : )
Prologue: (elsewhere) he sat on his bed and just stared off into space blankly. Then he slowly turned his head to his window, where moonlight streamed through. It shone off his pale soft skin, and made him look angel-like. But that’s not the way he felt. He was angry, and tonight his thoughts were quiet because he was angry. He walked to the window, and looked outside onto the street. It was him and he was with her. She was smiling sweetly, but politely. Thomas had a grim smile on his face. He debated on whether or not he should surprise them and walk outside, but before he could make his decision they had made it to the curb; it was too late. He kicked the wall once, out of anger, then turned to his bed and lay on it, staring up at the ceiling, barely noticing it was there. He was contemplating on what he was going to do next, and he didn’t want it to be pretty.
Chapter 1: I reluctantly opened my eyes. My alarm clocks radio was going off, tuned to my favorite station. I sighed and switched it off. Today I had a free day, which was great, considering it was Monday. I needed my alarm clock to wake me up so I could meet with some friends before they left for vacation. We were meeting at the square.
I don’t know why they called it a square. It was round. Couldn’t they have just called it circle?
Anyways we were meeting there, and I had to get ready. I showered and was out twenty minutes later. I dressed myself into some jeans and a black t-shirt with a white smiley face on it. I grabbed my small wallet and set it into my front right pocket. After I ate, and brushed my teeth, I shoved my shoes on and finally walked out of my parent’s house and locked the door behind me.
My name is Leah. I’m fifteen. I have cold green eyes that turn blue in the light, or else a strange pale green color. I had high cheekbones, and a nose that I thought was pointy, but it sure didn’t look that way if you looked at my face straight. I had side bangs that were short to my cheeks, and I could tug them behind my ear, but they liked to either hang in my face, or help frame it by hanging just in front of my ears. My hair was all the way past my shoulder blades, and naturally curly. My hourglass shaped body was nicely curved, but I had longer, strong legs for running.
I jogged to where we were meeting and finally made it, but I only saw one of my friends there. Kaitlyn. She saw me coming and smiled, but I saw in her ice blue eyes that something was wrong.
Beside her was a boy that looked about our age, but he looked bigger. He looked strong, despite his slim-figure. He had brown hair that hung in his face and a white and black striped hoodie. He was definitely not hard to miss. He looked up, when he noticed Kaitlyn’s attention directed at me. He then turned towards me and I saw his expressionless face turn into something else. He smirked, but something in his strangely black eyes twinkled in an eerie way.
I made my way to Kaitlyn and the boy, and as I came closer, I noticed something between them. They looked strangely alike. Kaitlyn’s dirty blonde hair seemed to have a cute, dull shimmer in her hair. I remembered when her hair used to be a light brown, but she highlighted it. I wonder...
“Hey, Leah.” Kaitlyn said. She darted her eyes from him to me. “Uh... This is my brother, Thomas. He’s here visiting our family. I’m very happy he’s here.” She smiled cautiously and glanced at him, but I saw in her eyes something else. She seemed afraid.
“Hey.” His deep, smooth voice said in greeting. He took out his hand from his pocket and held it out to me for me to shake. A corner of his mouth was turned up in a slight grin.
“Hi. Nice to meet you, Thomas.” I smiled softly, and shook his hand briefly for only a moment, his hand squeezing mine before he let go. I looked at him, and I knew only my eyes would look curious. His grin grew, meaning he could see it.
“I called you.” Kaitlyn said, “I said I had to cancel because I was spending the day with my brother. How come you didn’t answer? You obviously missed it, but you know what I mean.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get it. It must have rung while I was in the shower. I’m sorry.” I apologized. She said it was okay.
“Well, sorry you had to come all this way.” Kaitlyn said with a sad smile.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. I’ll just go to the café or something. It’s really fine.” I assured her with a casual grin.
“Well, be seeing you around.” Kaitlyn waved, but Thomas grabbed her wrist and looked from her to me.
“Can’t your friend come with us?” Thomas asked in his deep, alluring voice. He glanced from Kaitlyn, to me, and back to Kaitlyn.
“Um... Sure. If that’s what you want, Tom-Tom.” She smiled awkwardly at him, and then smiled at me, worried.
“What’s your name, again?” Thomas asked, smiling at me kindly.
“Leah.” I answered, smiling back. He nodded and then Kaitlyn finally got us moving.
It was awkward. Thomas just walked with us silently, and Kaitlyn had nothing really to say. I started most of the short conversations. It was hard, but interesting as well. I can find little bits of information on people this way.
“So, Thomas, what’s your favorite color?” I asked.
He looked at me and then spoke, almost amused, “Grayish-green. What about you?”
“Green.” I answered. I looked to Kaitlyn who was looking nervous. Why was she so scared, I wondered?
“What’s your favorite food?” Thomas asked. I turned my head to him and he was grinning. I smiled and then answered his question “Pizza.”
“Me too.” His lips formed a smile. His lips were not thin, but they weren’t full, either. They were in-between, which is just the right kind for him.
His nose was like Kaitlyn’s, which was slender and graceful. His cheeks had pink in them, and his skin was a soft, beautiful pale, just like his sister’s pale skin. He was pretty handsome.
“Cool! Kaitlyn, you like Pizza, too, right?” I asked, trying to include her in the conversation.
“Yeah.” She said, putting on a real smile this time. Thomas smiled at her, making her beam brighter. This made me smile as well.
“Hey, let’s stop in here!” Kaitlyn said pointing to an accessory store. It had stuff guys could have used, too, but Thomas didn’t seem as interested.
I found a necklace and saw the attachment on the end of it. It was a cage with a bird flying out of it, and a key in the bird’s beak. The bird looked like a dove. I smiled at it, and put it over my head. It was kind of too long for me. I saw the same necklace only with a smaller, more beautiful chain. The chain was a copper color and the attachment looked less shiny then the other one. Like dirty gold, but I liked it. It made it look romantically old.
I tried putting it around my neck but I was having difficulty. Kaitlyn saw me and laughed, but helped. I looked in the little mirror near the other necklaces and bracelets and saw it was almost perfect for me. But the dove and the cage looked strangely out of place. They were two different attachments, but the bird was on the other side of the cage.
“It’s on backwards isn’t it?” I asked with a sigh. Kaitlyn nodded.
“But it doesn’t matter, really.” She said.
Thomas had come up at that moment and looked at it resting on my chest an inch below my collarbone. Then he twisted it around and said simply, “The cage door is facing toward you. You should have it the other way.” Kaitlyn looked at him and smiled. Why was she so strange around her older brother?
I tried reaching for the back of the necklace, but Thomas stopped my fingers by gripping them and setting them at my sides, “Let me do it.” He said calmly. His voice was so calm and soft, yet it demanded attention. It would have been eerie, but I ignored it.
His fingers found where the hook was and undid it. His fingers brushed my neck, tickling it. He grinned behind me in the mirror and then said, “I feel like I’m dressing a Princess.”
“Who says you’re not?” I smiled and he smiled back.
“Well, then Princess, let’s set this on perfectly.” He chuckled deeply, making my heart quiver. But I ignored it and smiled.
Thomas set a soft and indistinct expression as he brought his arms and the necklace around in front of me, his arms farther away, as if to display it first. His chest was near my back, and for some reason, my heart was cold and twisting at his touch. “Look, Princess, isn’t it pretty?” He asked, chuckling at the end. I smiled and nodded.
He brought the necklace to my neck and set the now cold chain around my neck. I jumped and he laughed. Then he fastened the hook, and carefully brought all my hair out from under the chain. I smiled in the mirror, admiring it.
“It looks so pretty.” I admired. I looked at my face in the mirror. Maybe the necklace didn’t match like I thought. “But maybe it doesn’t match my face.” I said. Thomas looked a little shocked, but then he smiled. He smiles or grins a lot, but it’s always strange. Because of his mysterious, secretive black eyes.
“It’s fine, Leah.” Kaitlyn said, including herself, watching her brother and me carefully.
“I don’t know.” I sighed.
“It looks wonderful on you. It’s meant for you. Buy it.” Thomas said. I glanced up at him and he was looking at me expressionless, a hint of something that I could only think might be anger. I nodded and smiled. His eyes sparked when I smiled, as if he expected another reaction.
“Thanks. I will.” I looked at Kaitlyn who was smiling, as well. I checked to see the contents of my wallet. Okay, so the necklace is two dollars, right?” I asked.
“You must have been thinking about the other one. This one’s five fifty.” Kaitlyn said.
“Aw. That sucks.” I crinkled my nose and childishly stuck my tongue out. Thomas let out his deep, dark chuckle.
“Not enough money?” He asked. I looked up at him and he was grinning eerily again.
“No, I definitely have enough. It’s just that five fifty kind of sucks. I thought it’d be a little cheaper.” I sighed and rolled my eyes dramatically, but smiled.
Kaitlyn had just bought a neon blue hair extension, which she found very amusing. After she had purchased it, I set my necklace on the counter and then the boy at the counter scanned it and asked, “Did you want this in a bag?”
“No, thanks.” I looked to the person who had spoken. Thomas said that. What was he doing??
“Okay.” The boy said. He handed the necklace to me, but Thomas took it and then I saw him slap something down on the counter. As he removed his hand I saw five dollars and fifty cents. My eyes widened, and I saw Thomas smirking.
The boy took it and then smiled professionally, “Have a nice day.”
“We will.” Thomas waved. Kaitlyn looked just as shocked as I was.
“Thomas? What exactly are you up to?” I asked, walking beside him.
“Here.” He said, pointing to a bench. “I’ll put it on you.” Then he added with smugness, “Princess.”
“You’re going to say that a lot, now, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes.
“Probably.” He shrugged. He fastened the hook up and then took my hair out from under the chain, once again.
“Why did you pay for it?” I asked. “I’ll pay you back, if you want.”
“No, it’s fine. This is officially a gift from me, so take care of it. You don’t have to pay me back.” He smiled genuinely.
“I just met you, and you’re the one giving gifts? I should pay you back.” I chuckled and he grinned.
“Don’t pay me back. I wanted to give this to you.” I nodded and he grinned, satisfied, and slightly smug. Normally, I would have protested, but the way he said ‘don’t pay me back,’ I let it slide.
I looked to Kaitlyn, who didn’t looked left out, but kind of nervous. She glanced around and something of relief flooded into her eyes when she saw something, but she still looked scared. Thomas saw Kaitlyn, and she forced a smile for him.
“Thomas, how old are you?” I asked. He answered promptly, as if expecting it, “sixteen.” He said simply.
“You mean you’re only a year older then Kaitlyn??” I asked incredulously.
“Yep.” They both answered and both chuckled at how they both spoke.
“I find this so weird. And Kaitlyn you never told me this! I’m very disappointed in you!” I said the last sentence sarcastically upset, using a deep voice, and I wagged my finger at her. She laughed and Thomas laughed, too. I was glad to see they were getting along, now.
Once we were comfortable we concluded that we were hungry, and left to go get some food. I was hyper by then, which means I’m not always in good behavior mode.
“Food! Food! Food!” I cheered, jumping up and down a little, like a child. Kaitlyn laughed, and Thomas chuckled in a soft way. It was weird. I just met him, and he seemed to really like me. Wow, I wonder what I did.
We all got milkshakes and Thomas bought a burger while Kaitlyn and I ordered hot dogs. Thomas, Kaitlyn and I all had a small, silly argumentover why chilidogs were worse then the original hotdog.
After finally agreeing that Kaitlyn and I had won and original was better, we all went shopping for clothes. Thomas found some clothes, and he looked really good, too. But I didn’t get why he had to wear stripes. Black and white stripes were his favorite, obviously. Was he supposed to be catching someone’s eye or something?
After finding stripes of black and white, he moved onto rainbow colours, but not much of them. He seemed to make a sort of face at them, like he wasn’t in the mood right then. However, he did buy a rainbow decorated hoodie.
When we finished shopping, Kaitlyn was trying to take Thomas home, but he wanted to walk me home. I was thankful, and flattered, but Kaitlyn looked pretty worried, and that concerned me.
Hope you enjoyed... Whoever reads this. Haha.
<3 -author me-
Prologue: (elsewhere) he sat on his bed and just stared off into space blankly. Then he slowly turned his head to his window, where moonlight streamed through. It shone off his pale soft skin, and made him look angel-like. But that’s not the way he felt. He was angry, and tonight his thoughts were quiet because he was angry. He walked to the window, and looked outside onto the street. It was him and he was with her. She was smiling sweetly, but politely. Thomas had a grim smile on his face. He debated on whether or not he should surprise them and walk outside, but before he could make his decision they had made it to the curb; it was too late. He kicked the wall once, out of anger, then turned to his bed and lay on it, staring up at the ceiling, barely noticing it was there. He was contemplating on what he was going to do next, and he didn’t want it to be pretty.
Chapter 1: I reluctantly opened my eyes. My alarm clocks radio was going off, tuned to my favorite station. I sighed and switched it off. Today I had a free day, which was great, considering it was Monday. I needed my alarm clock to wake me up so I could meet with some friends before they left for vacation. We were meeting at the square.
I don’t know why they called it a square. It was round. Couldn’t they have just called it circle?
Anyways we were meeting there, and I had to get ready. I showered and was out twenty minutes later. I dressed myself into some jeans and a black t-shirt with a white smiley face on it. I grabbed my small wallet and set it into my front right pocket. After I ate, and brushed my teeth, I shoved my shoes on and finally walked out of my parent’s house and locked the door behind me.
My name is Leah. I’m fifteen. I have cold green eyes that turn blue in the light, or else a strange pale green color. I had high cheekbones, and a nose that I thought was pointy, but it sure didn’t look that way if you looked at my face straight. I had side bangs that were short to my cheeks, and I could tug them behind my ear, but they liked to either hang in my face, or help frame it by hanging just in front of my ears. My hair was all the way past my shoulder blades, and naturally curly. My hourglass shaped body was nicely curved, but I had longer, strong legs for running.
I jogged to where we were meeting and finally made it, but I only saw one of my friends there. Kaitlyn. She saw me coming and smiled, but I saw in her ice blue eyes that something was wrong.
Beside her was a boy that looked about our age, but he looked bigger. He looked strong, despite his slim-figure. He had brown hair that hung in his face and a white and black striped hoodie. He was definitely not hard to miss. He looked up, when he noticed Kaitlyn’s attention directed at me. He then turned towards me and I saw his expressionless face turn into something else. He smirked, but something in his strangely black eyes twinkled in an eerie way.
I made my way to Kaitlyn and the boy, and as I came closer, I noticed something between them. They looked strangely alike. Kaitlyn’s dirty blonde hair seemed to have a cute, dull shimmer in her hair. I remembered when her hair used to be a light brown, but she highlighted it. I wonder...
“Hey, Leah.” Kaitlyn said. She darted her eyes from him to me. “Uh... This is my brother, Thomas. He’s here visiting our family. I’m very happy he’s here.” She smiled cautiously and glanced at him, but I saw in her eyes something else. She seemed afraid.
“Hey.” His deep, smooth voice said in greeting. He took out his hand from his pocket and held it out to me for me to shake. A corner of his mouth was turned up in a slight grin.
“Hi. Nice to meet you, Thomas.” I smiled softly, and shook his hand briefly for only a moment, his hand squeezing mine before he let go. I looked at him, and I knew only my eyes would look curious. His grin grew, meaning he could see it.
“I called you.” Kaitlyn said, “I said I had to cancel because I was spending the day with my brother. How come you didn’t answer? You obviously missed it, but you know what I mean.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get it. It must have rung while I was in the shower. I’m sorry.” I apologized. She said it was okay.
“Well, sorry you had to come all this way.” Kaitlyn said with a sad smile.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. I’ll just go to the café or something. It’s really fine.” I assured her with a casual grin.
“Well, be seeing you around.” Kaitlyn waved, but Thomas grabbed her wrist and looked from her to me.
“Can’t your friend come with us?” Thomas asked in his deep, alluring voice. He glanced from Kaitlyn, to me, and back to Kaitlyn.
“Um... Sure. If that’s what you want, Tom-Tom.” She smiled awkwardly at him, and then smiled at me, worried.
“What’s your name, again?” Thomas asked, smiling at me kindly.
“Leah.” I answered, smiling back. He nodded and then Kaitlyn finally got us moving.
It was awkward. Thomas just walked with us silently, and Kaitlyn had nothing really to say. I started most of the short conversations. It was hard, but interesting as well. I can find little bits of information on people this way.
“So, Thomas, what’s your favorite color?” I asked.
He looked at me and then spoke, almost amused, “Grayish-green. What about you?”
“Green.” I answered. I looked to Kaitlyn who was looking nervous. Why was she so scared, I wondered?
“What’s your favorite food?” Thomas asked. I turned my head to him and he was grinning. I smiled and then answered his question “Pizza.”
“Me too.” His lips formed a smile. His lips were not thin, but they weren’t full, either. They were in-between, which is just the right kind for him.
His nose was like Kaitlyn’s, which was slender and graceful. His cheeks had pink in them, and his skin was a soft, beautiful pale, just like his sister’s pale skin. He was pretty handsome.
“Cool! Kaitlyn, you like Pizza, too, right?” I asked, trying to include her in the conversation.
“Yeah.” She said, putting on a real smile this time. Thomas smiled at her, making her beam brighter. This made me smile as well.
“Hey, let’s stop in here!” Kaitlyn said pointing to an accessory store. It had stuff guys could have used, too, but Thomas didn’t seem as interested.
I found a necklace and saw the attachment on the end of it. It was a cage with a bird flying out of it, and a key in the bird’s beak. The bird looked like a dove. I smiled at it, and put it over my head. It was kind of too long for me. I saw the same necklace only with a smaller, more beautiful chain. The chain was a copper color and the attachment looked less shiny then the other one. Like dirty gold, but I liked it. It made it look romantically old.
I tried putting it around my neck but I was having difficulty. Kaitlyn saw me and laughed, but helped. I looked in the little mirror near the other necklaces and bracelets and saw it was almost perfect for me. But the dove and the cage looked strangely out of place. They were two different attachments, but the bird was on the other side of the cage.
“It’s on backwards isn’t it?” I asked with a sigh. Kaitlyn nodded.
“But it doesn’t matter, really.” She said.
Thomas had come up at that moment and looked at it resting on my chest an inch below my collarbone. Then he twisted it around and said simply, “The cage door is facing toward you. You should have it the other way.” Kaitlyn looked at him and smiled. Why was she so strange around her older brother?
I tried reaching for the back of the necklace, but Thomas stopped my fingers by gripping them and setting them at my sides, “Let me do it.” He said calmly. His voice was so calm and soft, yet it demanded attention. It would have been eerie, but I ignored it.
His fingers found where the hook was and undid it. His fingers brushed my neck, tickling it. He grinned behind me in the mirror and then said, “I feel like I’m dressing a Princess.”
“Who says you’re not?” I smiled and he smiled back.
“Well, then Princess, let’s set this on perfectly.” He chuckled deeply, making my heart quiver. But I ignored it and smiled.
Thomas set a soft and indistinct expression as he brought his arms and the necklace around in front of me, his arms farther away, as if to display it first. His chest was near my back, and for some reason, my heart was cold and twisting at his touch. “Look, Princess, isn’t it pretty?” He asked, chuckling at the end. I smiled and nodded.
He brought the necklace to my neck and set the now cold chain around my neck. I jumped and he laughed. Then he fastened the hook, and carefully brought all my hair out from under the chain. I smiled in the mirror, admiring it.
“It looks so pretty.” I admired. I looked at my face in the mirror. Maybe the necklace didn’t match like I thought. “But maybe it doesn’t match my face.” I said. Thomas looked a little shocked, but then he smiled. He smiles or grins a lot, but it’s always strange. Because of his mysterious, secretive black eyes.
“It’s fine, Leah.” Kaitlyn said, including herself, watching her brother and me carefully.
“I don’t know.” I sighed.
“It looks wonderful on you. It’s meant for you. Buy it.” Thomas said. I glanced up at him and he was looking at me expressionless, a hint of something that I could only think might be anger. I nodded and smiled. His eyes sparked when I smiled, as if he expected another reaction.
“Thanks. I will.” I looked at Kaitlyn who was smiling, as well. I checked to see the contents of my wallet. Okay, so the necklace is two dollars, right?” I asked.
“You must have been thinking about the other one. This one’s five fifty.” Kaitlyn said.
“Aw. That sucks.” I crinkled my nose and childishly stuck my tongue out. Thomas let out his deep, dark chuckle.
“Not enough money?” He asked. I looked up at him and he was grinning eerily again.
“No, I definitely have enough. It’s just that five fifty kind of sucks. I thought it’d be a little cheaper.” I sighed and rolled my eyes dramatically, but smiled.
Kaitlyn had just bought a neon blue hair extension, which she found very amusing. After she had purchased it, I set my necklace on the counter and then the boy at the counter scanned it and asked, “Did you want this in a bag?”
“No, thanks.” I looked to the person who had spoken. Thomas said that. What was he doing??
“Okay.” The boy said. He handed the necklace to me, but Thomas took it and then I saw him slap something down on the counter. As he removed his hand I saw five dollars and fifty cents. My eyes widened, and I saw Thomas smirking.
The boy took it and then smiled professionally, “Have a nice day.”
“We will.” Thomas waved. Kaitlyn looked just as shocked as I was.
“Thomas? What exactly are you up to?” I asked, walking beside him.
“Here.” He said, pointing to a bench. “I’ll put it on you.” Then he added with smugness, “Princess.”
“You’re going to say that a lot, now, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes.
“Probably.” He shrugged. He fastened the hook up and then took my hair out from under the chain, once again.
“Why did you pay for it?” I asked. “I’ll pay you back, if you want.”
“No, it’s fine. This is officially a gift from me, so take care of it. You don’t have to pay me back.” He smiled genuinely.
“I just met you, and you’re the one giving gifts? I should pay you back.” I chuckled and he grinned.
“Don’t pay me back. I wanted to give this to you.” I nodded and he grinned, satisfied, and slightly smug. Normally, I would have protested, but the way he said ‘don’t pay me back,’ I let it slide.
I looked to Kaitlyn, who didn’t looked left out, but kind of nervous. She glanced around and something of relief flooded into her eyes when she saw something, but she still looked scared. Thomas saw Kaitlyn, and she forced a smile for him.
“Thomas, how old are you?” I asked. He answered promptly, as if expecting it, “sixteen.” He said simply.
“You mean you’re only a year older then Kaitlyn??” I asked incredulously.
“Yep.” They both answered and both chuckled at how they both spoke.
“I find this so weird. And Kaitlyn you never told me this! I’m very disappointed in you!” I said the last sentence sarcastically upset, using a deep voice, and I wagged my finger at her. She laughed and Thomas laughed, too. I was glad to see they were getting along, now.
Once we were comfortable we concluded that we were hungry, and left to go get some food. I was hyper by then, which means I’m not always in good behavior mode.
“Food! Food! Food!” I cheered, jumping up and down a little, like a child. Kaitlyn laughed, and Thomas chuckled in a soft way. It was weird. I just met him, and he seemed to really like me. Wow, I wonder what I did.
We all got milkshakes and Thomas bought a burger while Kaitlyn and I ordered hot dogs. Thomas, Kaitlyn and I all had a small, silly argumentover why chilidogs were worse then the original hotdog.
After finally agreeing that Kaitlyn and I had won and original was better, we all went shopping for clothes. Thomas found some clothes, and he looked really good, too. But I didn’t get why he had to wear stripes. Black and white stripes were his favorite, obviously. Was he supposed to be catching someone’s eye or something?
After finding stripes of black and white, he moved onto rainbow colours, but not much of them. He seemed to make a sort of face at them, like he wasn’t in the mood right then. However, he did buy a rainbow decorated hoodie.
When we finished shopping, Kaitlyn was trying to take Thomas home, but he wanted to walk me home. I was thankful, and flattered, but Kaitlyn looked pretty worried, and that concerned me.
Hope you enjoyed... Whoever reads this. Haha.
<3 -author me-
Monday, August 9, 2010
Cries of Help
Okay, so the title of this blog may be dramatic, but understand that I'm young, and it's the end of the world as I know it.
My father is unde pressure, I have to say. Unfortunately, I have to deal with little games and ways of acting (which is sometimes beneficial). I even use it around my friends when I'm trying to keep the mood light. I try to show them, like a call for help, but cover it up, when I realize there's nothing to come of it. My father does the same thing, covering up his self-dislike with jokes and poking-fun-at's. If that makes sense.
The problem lies in the fact that I stayed at my sister and brother-in-law's house. I helped baby-sit, and folded laundry on my own accord. I didn't mind. I loved chatting with Jenna, and although I am a chatter box, and try not to be annoying, I feel I have to keep quiet. Now that I'm at home, the freedom feeling is stuck, and I honestly feel like crying when I'm trying to stick up for myself. My father says he spoils us, and yes, considering the way we were raised, that's true. It's not as bad as others, but worse through his eyes, I guess. I really feel bad for him, and sometimes I just hate him. However, I loved the moments when we can talk and laugh and I can make jokes with him. Of course, as we were going to my sister's house a week before, I almost felt like pushing it away before I got hurt.
It may seem silly and childish, yet I know that it's true. What am I to do? I really feel like it's hard to find someone to talk to, especially since I don't live near any friends. I feel pressured and the weight of my father's depression labour is crashing on me. Even if I'm a nuisence to him. I just want away, but there's nowhere to go. I want me time, and I want to know what I want. Right now, I really feel like a brat as I've been called before. I really don't like it when he callsme that, even jokingly, but I try and keep it to myself.
I already miss my sister, but I can't bother her for too long. We might be going to the lake up north soon, so we'll see, but there's a huge problem with him and my uncle. I really want to hate his family for putting so many things on him, but how can I? I have to live for myself, but I can't do that. I've lost my train of thought, and I'm losing myself.
I wish I could write books by the dozen and publish them. My stories will create whole other lives to other people, and I can be statisfied and organize my things without my father chastisizing my childish ignorance. I may be young, but I am smart.Only right now, I'm just lost.
That's All For Now!!
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Patricia Toole
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Paintballing and Making Families Happy... And My Day AWESOME!
Everyone knows that sometimes people need to vent. In movies and stuff or whatever families talk and vent through words... Our family is disfunctional. We like it that way, of course!! And especially since our mother is one hell of a good shot, we've inherited the deadly trigger-happy hands. We being: Jenna and Ashel (twins), and I. My little brother Tom is at Camp.
So my father set up a game with my brother-in-law, John. Daddy was feeling down, and he didn't really feel like it. I, on the other hand, tried to comfort him, while this still being my first time ever going paintballing with other people, other then my father. As we got there, and geared up, me wearing the most ridiculous thing underneath (which, turns out, I didn't need) we headed out with a large group of boys, ready to fight.
Our first game was stressful for me. The first shot I recieved was a head shot. We were Defenders. We have two lives. Not knowing what the FUDGE was going on, I tried to look for more people, in turn getting shot at once again. I waited until Dad was out so I could hide behind him as we left for the Dead Box.
Everything turned around when we became the Attackers! I totally destroyed people (which was probably two or three) and sniped at a guy underneath a board. I actually spat dirt into his face! Oh the joy I felt! As the game continued it seemed I was good at hiding and shooting people in the castle. I was a happy camper, and tried to ignore the fact that I was a girl with a heavty chest and feared for my pride as any man would his.
The next game, I detested. We Defended first. I gave up and would have had a mercy kill if I hadn't panicked and shot in all directions I probably wasn't supposed to. But when I attacked, I moved and shot (of course, they never admit I shot them) while all the while covering my brother-in-law and sisters. Ashel ended up being our Kamikaze Jane and going right into the window and shooting Defenders fearlessly, and mercilessly.
The last was my favourite! The three guys we had before, had left (in fear, I'll bet... those COWARDS!) so three new guys joined in and they were such good sports! I hid in a bunker and hit the red team sneakeing around up front and the sides. The good sports were shooting and I simply massacred who I could. We won the first one, thanks to John's brilliant dive towards the flag and the stunned red team watching as he rolled. I was so happy that I shot off my gun! The paint hit me in the face after hitting the tree, thus teaching me lesson.
As we switched sides, we were now downhill. I was no longer in a cozy bunker behind logs and sticks with sniper holes and ways to shoot men behind the Dead Box. However, I had my father and one of the new guys there, so I eventually found people to take down (which I did!) and killed to my heart's content. Our family worked well together, watching each other and sort of trying to protect them. My sister Jenna was hit in the head and knees. I was so angry! Who shot my older sister, says I! Then she came back, tougher then ever, so I smiled and continued to shoot at random people who were not on my team.
One of the good sports on our team said, "We're winning, since they're out of amo, and they're down to--what?-- three or four people? So, we're going to wipe our asses with the red flag! Cover Us!" I laughed and giggled as the red team tried to put down the good sports. The sports jumped at paintballs, but still procedded to wipe their camo asses with the red teams flag.
After that, we emptied what little amo we had left and headed back to station. Drinking, taking off the gear so our bodies could breath, and talking about the events was a relief. No one was dead, but rather butchered brutally. Such as the worst of bruises on Jenna (as well as on the ass and near the crotch), her husband John holding the most welts, my father welted in his stomach and arms, and Ashel... completely beaten in bruises and welts, all on her arms, hand, and shoulders. Me, I recieved one on my head, two on my arm, one on my side, and a bump on my finger. You can hardly see any of them except the one red one on my head, and a red and purple-black bruise on my pit. I don't know how I got shot in the PIT so harshly of ALL places, but I guess it happens.
After showers and cooked pizza, we all watched Hot Tub Time Machine (except my Dad... he left because my Mom's the boss, and she baby-sat my niece and nephew). Further, we proceeded to attempt to sleep, all but Jenna and I, at this very moment. I had found a banner I made for someone on Quizilla, posted on their story, which made me oh-so-joyful! I wrote this blog and my night is complete.
Our family is happy again, for the time being, and we plan to be happy another night next Sunday. My hopes are soaring, and I am hungry and sleepy. Good night!
That's All For Now!
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Patty O' Toole.
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