Dead to Me

       I stood, watching him walk away, and as I did my tears streamed down my face in a flowing river.  I wished I hated him.  I wished I never fell in love with him.  The smell of his cologne still lingered in the air, intoxicating me further.  I spun and ran, moving as fast as I possibly could.  I dashed down the sidewalk until finally, five blocks away, I was at my house.  I ran inside slamming doors behind me, the last being my bedroom door.  As in any cliche, overdone book or movie, I slammed my back against the door and side down to the ground.  I pulled my thighs to my chest and buried my tear streaked face in my knees.  My little brother knocked on the door.
       "Mary?" he asked, his innocent voice was quiet, high pitched, and adorable. "Are you okay?"
       I found the strength to stand up and open the door about five minutes later.  He was still standing there.  This was the reason I loved him so much.  He cared and always would.  I gave him a forced smile and picked him up, holding him firmly against my chest.
       "Who did it?" he asked gently. "Was it Tyler?"
       I simply nodded.  He hugged me tightly in a cute-little-brotherly way. "It's okay." he kissed my cheek.
       This time, my smile wasn't fake.  It was as genuine as his sparkling brown eyes.  I stepped back in and pulled the door shut.  As we sat on my bed, he talked about all the ways he would hurt him and, being a little boy, all the ways he would kill him for hurting me.  I smiled as he continued excitedly.
       "...Then, I would kick him in the face so hard, his brains would smash out of the other side of his and it would kill him like he was a zombie!" he said.
       I laughed and hugged him, kissing his forehead. "I like that one the best," I smiled.  He grinned happily.



       A week later, I was feeling fine.  My little brother had made me feel all the better.  I was totally fine... Until Tyler showed up.  He talked to me in a way that was persuasive, seductive.
       "Leave me alone Tyler. I'll kick you so hard, your brains will come out the back of your head. You're dead to me."
       That did him in and he left.  I smiled.  My mother noticed my happy nature when I got home and asked how it was with Tyler.  I told her my little brother helped me get over it.
       She gave me a strange look. "How many times do I have to tell you, Mary?  You don't have a little brother."
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                              'Til I post again,
                               Sarah

No more schedule!

Due to Sarah and I's lives being so hectic we're just gonna post when we want (and can) from now on.

Music

Almost forgot to post mine her her topic of last week since I missed it.  I owe her that.


       Music has always been one of my best friends.  Through good times and bad (and maybe even just for fun), it has always been there for me.  I can always find a song that applies to what I'm feeling or what me or my and my friends are going through.  I have never stuck to one favorite, though.  Of course two songs that have always been close to me are Love Me When I'm Gone and I'm Here Without You, which used to play on the radio all the time around the time my grandma died in 2005, a couple days before my sixth birthday.  A few other songs that always remind me of my "uncle" Ryan are How to Save a Life, Move Along, and Bad Day.  Those songs were  played at his funeral or around the time he died, and I will never forget them.  Music can trigger happy and even the saddest of memories.
       Music is my life and passion and so is writing.  One day, I do hope to become famous in these two major arts and help people see what I have seen and help people with the same passions keep on dreaming their dreams.  Music can be a very touchy subject for me.  Some can make you cry.  Whether they are happy or sad tears depends on the song or the memory that goes along with it.  Even if the song isn't that good, it can be beautiful to someone standing next to you.  If it seems wrong to the person you're with, it can remind you of a terrible mistake you made or a time in your life.
       I hope music will always be a part of my life and a passion of mine.

Topic and Apology

Hey! MY turn for master of the week! :) So sorry about not posting. How me and Stormi got grounded on like the same day is WAY beyond me. But, here is our topic for the week. And since I absolutely LOOOOOVE fiction... :3


Write a story about being captured in an alien spaceship.  You have to include at least two objects that are on the spacecraft to help you get off and some of the alien words and their meaning.  Make sure to give details about how the aliens look, what kinds of things they seem to be able to do, and how and why they capture you for whatever reason.

I've had a week to think about this and I like my topic. :)
                                                                                      'Til I post again,
                                                                                       Sarah

Music and It's Grasp On Me

Sarah could't post due to being grounded, fyi.

If this doesn't get posted until Sunday, I'm sorry its late. 

source

MUSIC

   I've always loved music. I've been singing since I was an infant, but recently began to take lessons. When I was eight I began piano. I played for almost one year, but I refused to practice. Then after many attempts at different activities I began playing clarinet in our school band. I refused to practice because I was 2nd chair. My mom stopped paying for the instrument. Shortly thereafter, I played violin and began voice lessons.
   When anybody talks about anything related to music, I listen. Music has always stood by me, through bullying,through friends abandoning me, ignored the rumors, and has always been there for me. I hope its been there for you, too. 

TOPIC

I'm no longer grounded. Here is the new topic:

MUSIC

No post

I was unable to post do to being temporarily grounded. Sorry.
(I'm honestly not going to apologize too lengthy. The only person I really had to apologize to was Sarah for disappointing her.)

Gender-Swapped Twilight

 This is just the first chapter or so summarized 'cause I'm not re-writing the whole damn book. XD Edward is not in this, sorry.  Just the friendship between "Ben" and Jake.
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       My dad pulled up to his house, a place I hadn't seen in several years.  He lead me up to my room, which was exactly the way I left it.  Bright it's-a-boy! blue walls and lego's as well as action figures stored in the messy closet.  I had stopped coming here for the summers for several years.  I couldn't believe my dad hadn't even moved anything.  The only thing that was different was the bed, which I wouldn't have fit in if it were the old one.
       "So, you start school tomorrow," my dad said as we heard a car pull up in the yard. I didn't bother to look outside. "I wanted to give you something to get there."
       I raised an eyebrow. "You got me a car?"
       "Well, Ben," he replied," it's nothing much, of course.  It's just a ratty old truck."
       I grinned. "I like 'em that way."
       He lead me outside and, to my surprise, there was his good old friend Billy and his son, my old friend, Jacob.
       "Hey." Jake said casually. "Long time no see Benny."
       I grinned and punched him playfully in the arm. "I told you never to call me that again."
       He grinned back. "You've been gone for years.  It doesn't count anymore." He gave me his smile.  I'm not gay, but his smile was really perfect and just teased you.  Made you wanna smile back, you know?
       "Yes.  But the word 'never' refers lasts forever."
       "Damn." he cursed. "Guess you're right."
       "Hey," I said, changing the subject," do you go to my school? I start tomorrow."
       "Sorry, no." he answered. "I go to school on the rez."
       "Oh." Damn. "Okay. Woulda been cool to know someone though." I said
       "Yeah." he replied. "Sorry bro."
       That was when Billy cut in. "Well, son, we should get going.  Just wanted to drop off the truck."
       Oh yeah. "Thanks a lot." I said politely with a smile.
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       This story would be different if Bella were a boy in the way that "he" and Jacob would just be friends.  Probably really good friends.  Instead of Jacob and Edward fighting over his love, they would probably fight over simple friendship.  I don't think much with the Volturi or the others would change.
       "Ben" is a lot more insensitive than Bella considering he is a boy.  His actions and words would be a lot more boyish than Bella's more feminine side.
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       Sorry, that was brief.  I don't have much time today and I ran out.  In the future, this hopefully won't happen.
                                                                              'Til I post again,
                                                                               Sarah

Bullying

  BULLYING

   Bullying is something everybody experiences. It takes on different forms; verbal, emotional, cyber, and physical. You are involved whether you are a bystander, victim, or the bully. It involves everyone in your and their lives. It is something all humans experience; it's who we are. Humans are prone to these things because at the core of our beings we are animal, and animals bully. Except it. 

   When people are being bullied the freeze. It's fear. At our cores almost every human fears being ostracized. It's a natural reaction. Do not succumb to the bullying. Rise above, and stay strong. Take it from somebody who's been the bullied and the bully. Never attempt suicide. Suicide erases the chances of things getting better. Life gets better and it continues. Never give up on yourself that way, things get better.                      (source to picture on right)

BULLYING: HOW TO STOP IT

   Tell somebody. To stop to it tell somebody. Tell an adult/guardian/parent whomever you want to. Advice can sometimes the best. Even though you fear they might not understand, they will. Stand up. Tell the bully. Most likely, the bully has a greater fear of being ostracized then you. Bullies may seem to carry the fight gene, more than flight, but they are protecting themselves. Protect yourself from them. Do not give up. Stand up and be proud. Tell someone. Life gets better.

LIFE GETS BETTER. DO NOT GIVE UP. STAY STRONG.

Topic change!

NEW TOPIC

   The new topic is; pick a character (from a story you are writing, from a favorite book, from a favorite movie, etc.) and swap the gender. Write a seen in their point of view. Then tell the contrast between how it would be if he/she were in there natural gender.

Have fun!