A drop of Sunshine..

...Cures all.


I'm excited for next trimester. it's going to amazing =]

Anyway, heres a looong freewrite!!!:

so a freewrite under the sun.. sounds lovely. because for one, i can feel the warmth on my face and the cool air on my fingers with the cold paventment under my legs. it's so pleasing. i shut my eyes, only to open the door to a totally new world where anything is possible. where dreams come true. where i can be myself. i open them to notice across the street. some girls pass by on scooters while i notice there giggles they're just so happy. i would do anything to play with them. i wish i could go back ev en. back to when i would play games with maggie and danielle in the court, wehre danielle and i would fight over who was saphire or diamond. it didn't matter, it was all good fun. we'd play games that seemed a bit eveil, but it was all for the fun of it. no harm meant. i wish i could go back to those days. i could just fit right back it. relearn everything. or the days i could just walk home from the elementry cschool. passing through the field. through all the muck on some days, and all the hard rockky souil on others. somwith the change of seasons there would bedandilions and then leaves and then the flowers with seeds you could blow and make a wish. a game i made with that that i still practice to this day is that if you can get all of the seeds off with one breath, your wish will come true. oh how i wish i could go back and wish that it would never end. surely, it's fun now. but innocence never lasts as i wish it would. i just wish i could back. even if it meant moving back into the same room as molly, or losing some new friends i have today. i would do anything. i remember weeks before when i would just join danielle for a walk up to 711 where we'd gegt one can of juice for a99cents. we usually came up short and had to steal a few pennies from the "take a penny leave a penny"
I miss that a lot a while whole lot.

an interruption, the mail lady. i expected at least a letter but none. as usual. never any for me. moly wirtes to gideon, but i have no pen pals. now i notice the paramore blasting from my room. i remember when the song was a hit because oftwilight. oh i remember the twilightr days. paige and i would sit in her room just imagining amazing things. we thougone sleepover we pretendied we were dancing with edward and jasper, but of cocuse they weren't there. vampires dont exist, or so it seems. i know that the world doesnt always know those types of things. an interruption again. pleast pause.
no pause needed. the trash can is at the house. i dont need to take it in. my reasoning behind taking it in was to please my mother. which reminds me of the games my cousin alexi and connie used to play on holidays like easter and thanksgiving. we'd all gather round the little stool at my grandfathers house where it was shabed like a boxd. we would do news reports and everything. it was tons of fun. of course we were just childern. not coving actual stories but it was still fun. then there was the time i got a ripstick for my birthday. danielle came over one evening a few weeks after and we played on it, trying to teach her how to ride it. to this day, i haven't goton as much practice as molly, but i dont resent her anylonger for it. it's allright.
staring off into the sky reminds me of the days i spent so close to home, in the city of trenton, but not at my house or any houses. danielle jayne gina tamara and i would trek all around just to have fun. walking down the railroad tracks sometimes just playing behind arthurs in the woods near the filed.s of course that was tresspassing. sometimes we would just go to playgrounds which was perfectly leagle. but we annoyed young paretns trying to give there children a fun afternoon. usually we would just end up walking around talking. sometimes about depe sugjects and other times avsolute nonsense. on eevening i was walking with daniell and maggie off to hedke and we played fish out of water. fish out of water used to tbe the most entertaining game ever. but that waS AFTER A WHILE. WE USED TO GO THERE EVERY DAY REGARDLESS OF HOW COLD IT WAS. BEecause it didnt really matter. then there were the times danielle and i would just go to heke and play games. fantasy games if you'd like to call them. we'd jsit under a tree and pretnd we lived there. it waws all good fun. we'd have to go on quests. and throughout those quests, we found a place to call our own. behind the church , next to the creek, across the street of the school yard. there was a series of thin paths winding around trees and bushes. one trail led to an opening where three trees stood. one suck straight up . the others tilted slightly creting a cross that we considered a star. so the name of it became starfire. i believe. i dont remember exactly. it used to be pure bliss to just go there and sit. one day danielle decided we scould fix the place up and create another trail. that little project didnt last long after danilelle and jayne thought they saw a person in a window of one of the housese. the scary paert was that the house was for sale and no one had been in it for a long time. both assumed they had seen a ghost. i wouldnt be suprised. it was likely.
a few summers ago, most of my days were spent at chatoms on or near the hill. sometimes underneath the bridge that the railroad tracks used to cros over the creek. that's where my pyro addiction started. gina and i, both aries, decided to light things on fire there. of course this wasnot news to anyone, it'd been going on forever there. but under the brige was ideal. there were little holes in the woodsupports and they were filled with clay along the insides. they were easy to put tinder in and light on fire. we proubgh naptkins and found whatever would light up. it was an amusing experiment. soon enough, danielles parents got suspicioud of our time spent at chatoms and becgan suspecti n drugs. of course this was around the time iwa s snapping out of my innocence. wow i wish i could of realized what it would do to my sense of imagination. of course i know it's still there but i wish i could just role play and come up with games. playing games would really help out my writing creative abilities. but ah well. things happen for a reason right? nah. i bet they don't .. i bet its all just a hoax and we're just supposed to except that this all happens. not always for a reason. it just happens. but it's okay.

break!

uy memory of coming home nd day during pre school.. mom drove me home i ran inside to see the bird cage, toby's that is, and hurried on to talk to him. she told me to cal down. that's all i recall. then there was the time in elemen try school i believe 4th grade i recall sitthelping trerry out with a math homework assignment he'd missed the day before. he was just about as intellegent as i so it woulrrked out really well. not to mention i really liked him with all my heart at that age. of course it was puppy love but it was still adorable. he's grown a lot and gornw up mentally. of course he's not exactly what i'd call loveable anyore. he's just an average teenage boy whith lots of friends. andn i adire him for changing so much. just like i did. before i never had sleepovers or told people imy secrets. now i cfan because i know what to look for in friendshipos. i guess its good to know you have options on that sort of thing. then tehre's nathan. oh that boy. im not going to get into him right now. that'd take way to much effort. but lets see.
i recall starting gaurd. that wasn't that long ago. i remember the first practice a month or two before the end of 8th grade when we wall had circle time and prepared for the parade. it waws just a cone excersize but i learned a lot. i learned how to '"cross the floowrs" which was important. now i know how to do most of what i laearned from summer. it's a lot if you think agbout it. band came was really influencial on me too. im going to write about it next year. because every year i'll be there i will learn something new. last year i had no time to write but this year i'm almost positive i will. at least i hope so. im oso excited for it. it';l be such another great expericn. plus nop matter how much i dislike shannon, she has had a positive impact on me. she's taguht me to never give up. she also said shes never seen anything like me before.. i'm special in her eyes. and that suprises me a lot.



by that point in time i got distracted and stopped. Then my mom came home. But I'll write a story about what i did before I even began taking pictures and writing.


I'll post the pictures in a minute.