Another dream. :P

I had another fun dream last night that could be an amazing book. Here is what it was about:

There are these 2 sister who aren't actually human. Year ago there were some men who wanted to experiment on them to see how they differed from humans, then see if they could alter themselves to also have the girls' abilities. Most of the experiments were done on the older sister (she ended up with mentally challenged because of it), the younger sister was often locked in a room with only some paper and pencils. The younger sister kept a diary of what was going on and in the back of the book she kept a list of the names of the men that she overheard. In a separate book she kept a list of all the new abilities she discovered in herself (one ability was being able to use magic). The girl work at it and eventually she came up with a way out for her and her sister using her "obey" spell. But because she was still a beginner, the spell wouldn't last long and the men would remember everything. They escaped but were still on the run. Eventually they decided to try to live a human life to keep from attracting any attention. They enrolled in high school and the younger sister joined the soccer team. After one of her competitions she accidentally drops her diary out of her bag while getting a drink from the fountain and one of her teammates picks it up, glancing at the page it opened too and read:
"What kind of messed up person would want to make someone cry to the point of screaming and still smile? What kind of experiments are they doing? Every time my sister comes back she is a little bit less herself and a bit more empty. I have to work harder on creating spells before it's too late..."
The girl handed it back but then asked "What kind of freak are you?" before she walked away and once again, there were rumors about them. In an angry huff, she walks out of the cafeteria. On her way out she bumps into a boy about her age and asks if he has a lighter. He says that smoking is bad for you but she explains that she just wants to burn this diary. They start to walk and he tells her that he thinks she shouldn't burn it because memories, whether good or bad, are important. As they walk, a man comes up to them and asks for directions. out of politeness, the girl asks the man for his name. When he says it, the girls face goes pale. The smile on the man's face grew larger and creepier. She tells the boy that she has to go and runs off, but he follows. He asks her what happened but she just tells him that she need to find her sister because the men found them.

And that is when I woke up. :P Let me know what you think. ;)

Writing

I love writing and I always have. I was cleaning my room on Friday and found this well written part of a book I was working on like 5 years ago. Maybe I'll finish it one day. Right now I am working on turning one of my dreams (the dragon people one previously mentioned) into a book with my sister. I love Carolynn!

Camping: the ultimate fail!!!!

Monday: rush packing and leaving. I forgot my pocket knife and my meds. Not a good idea.
Tuesday: Leave camp site to go to a hike-in (3.8 Km). Sadly, it wasn't flat, it was like mountain climbing but with 1000000 lb on your back!
Wednesday: Bored.
Thursday: Bored.
Friday: We were supposed to hike back saturday but dad texted us the weather and we decided to rush pack up and leave eary. Because me met up with dad early, I got my meds sooner :). Dad some how managed to kill the van battery so it needed a jump start. Mom was going to drive Vicky and I to the showers but on the way we noticed a funny smell coming from the engine. Anyway, we ended up setting up camp in the dark, and we woke up to rain.
Saturday: Rain. The camp site that my parents stayed at was fluded in about a foot of water. The car needs to be towed so we have it towed to Huntsville (I have some bad memmories here). We can't get it fixed till Monday. Now I am stuck in a hotel with my whole family (but Anngela) and my aunt and my siser's friend. Chris is being a big pain too. yay...

YAY!!!!!!

I have 3 days left in summer school then I am off! First I am going to Toronto to visit my coussins, then we are all driving down to Nauvoo IL for EFY (Especially For Youth). I get back just in time to go to YC (Youth Conference) in Montreal. When I get back from Toronto, I am going camping in Algonquin Park. When I get back from that I am going to Kirkland, Ohio. We are going through Toronto to get there and coming back through Palmyra, NY. Once I'm home there will be a lot of back-to-school shopping to do. :)I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!

First day of summer school!!!!

Wow, I am posting 2 days in a row. I think this is a first. :P

Today was my first day of summer school. It was horrible. The AC was broken and it was boiling hot. I also got really bored in class so this is what I wrote:

PONDERING
I sit in my seat and ponder.
I ponder on the future and what there is to come.
I ponder on the past and all the days gone.
Finally I ponder on what there is today.
I refuse to let a single raincloud get in my way.

STARS
The end of a long day brings that which I constantly long for. The peace that follows the light of the stars, only visible during the darkest of times. Yet every morning the diamonds of the sky are out shone by that which gives us life, leaving me longing once more for darkness to fall.

PATHS
Life is short and death is peaceful. That is why we wander and wonder. we wander down the path of life. Turning, swerving, going in circles. we wonder how much longer we will walk down this crocked path, stumbling through the dark and over rocks and roots. Sometimes getting up off our face is harder than what we expect but in a moment it won't matter. All the matters is your ability to press on, wandering and wondering.

Tell me what you think. :)

My Dream

I have weird dreams almost every night but I thought that this dream would make a good movie or book. Here is the basics of it:

It started with me watching what I thought was just a horror movie but it was really a documentary about a genetic condition I had. Basically the condition I had was during puberty I would start to be able to change into a dragon, I wouldn't have that much control at first but that come with time. Here is what made it a horror movie. Only 20% of the people with this condition survive the transformation. As I was watching the documentary, my mom went out and picked up my best friend. She thought we would be saying our goodbyes but he had the condition as well. (I still haven't realized that it isn't just a horror movie but my best friend knows) My best friend and I then have to do to this special school and when I walk in is when I clue in. I totally freak out and leave. My best friend come finds me and helps me calm down, then we go back to the school. At lunch everyone is comparing their transformation marks. Mine is that my scalp is like red dragon scales (I still have my hair). My best friend's is that all the way around his wrist and 5 inches up are teal dragon scales.
And of course, because we are turning into dragons, the military gets involved.

That is all that I dreamed but I might try making it a book. :)

My train of thought.

I don't feel happy. I don't feel angry. I don't feel sad. I don't feel ashamed. I don't feel bold. I feel empty. I feel like there could be something there but there isn't. There is nothing, more and more nothing. Talking feels pointless. I spend most of my waking hours in my room wasting time. The best part of my day is when I get to text with or IM Tom, the closest person I have to a best friend. Tuesday was okay. I found someone who gets what I'm going through with Chris. Sunday was horrible. But I guess it doesn't matter. Why should it? It is a mere fraction of what happens. I am a mere fraction of everything. So small, like a single grain of sand on the beach. If that one grain disappeared, would anyone notice? I doubt it. But, if that grain finds the right home, it can become a pearl. I want to be a pearl but I feel like I'm stuck in somebody's sandbox without a way to my proper home. I hear people say that home is where the heart is. In that case, I'm not home and haven't been for some time. I no longer feel like I belong in this house. Too many things have changed and happened that can't be undone. I don't want to be here. I want to be able to get a snack without worrying about if I remembered to lock my room. I don't want to have to worry about breathing in second hand smoke when I am asleep. I want to be able to trust the people I have to live with. I want to be able to say that I am doing well without lying. I want to make memories that will make me smile when I look back. I don't want to be afraid of being happy anymore. I want to trust people. I don't want to be placed aside, I want to shine. I don't want to feel alone anymore. I am so tired of feeling alone in a crowd. The two people who help me to not feel alone are Tom and Veronica. I feel like they really understand how I feel and they care too. I wish I could live with Veronica in Oshawa. Life would be so much happier there. I wouldn't have to deal with Chris, or any of the drama that comes with him. Sure he will leave eventually, but he'll be back. He always comes back. He is like a boomerang that keeps hitting you in the head, eventually, you'll fall down. When that happens, you need to realize that some things never change until you do something about it.

This week was crap, what's next?

I have a a crappy week. First, I had tonsillitis. I woke up with it on New Years day. YAY! :( Friday (yesterday) I was feeling better so I decided to go back to my life. So, I randomly woke up at 6:30am so I went back to sleep. Then I wake up at 11 to find I am about 2 hours late for school. When I got to school, I had a meeting with my VP and I am getting kicked out of the program I am in. This means I will no longer be able to get to my job on time so I have to quit. Then I went to a dance where I stepped in gum. Oddly, I am rather happy right now. huh.