I hate it when people go to my blog but don't comment on anything! I don't post whole novels, you could easily take a few moments and read a poem and post a comment

War

Just thought I should post something, I wrote this while I should've been paying attention in pre-calc.

We stand ready,

Ready to fight

The enemy comes

From out of sight

Shots are fired

Men are gone

Their souls rise up

And carry on

But we’re still here

On shaky ground

Men are wounded

Limbs are bound

Bombs go off

We’re not done

They lied to us

This is not fun

Oh my god!! I apologize so much for my extremely long hiatus!! But I've been writing about anything and everything (Mostly during my pre-calc and AP stats classes) and I have so many things to post!!!

I apologize for my extremely long hiatus! I've been focusing on writing my novels and my computer has also been infected by a virus (which just got removed yesterday). So I will be trying my hardest to post more!

The Rapture

So at 6 o'clock today everyone that was going to be saved by God was going to die and everyone else was going to be eternally damned.  It is now 6:06 I have not died, and I don't know anyone that has.  My friends and I have another six months to live while the world destroys itself.  Apparently I have six more months of blood and war and a lot of praying to get myself into heaven.  Since I did not die tonight that means I have to go on and complete all of my homework and take an English quiz on Monday.  Well that sucks! Eternally damned and a quiz, I kind of wished I was saved. 
Maggie ♥  

Sorry!

Sorry I haven't updated in like Forever! I've been super busy with school work and last minute plays, I've barely had time to think never mind write! So if anyone has any prompts or ideas that may help with my horrible writers block then I would love it.  Believe me, I've tried a lot and I'm still stuck behind my wall of un-creativity, that is getting thicker and thicker by the hour. So please, my creativity needs your help!! Don't let this creativity die . . .
Maggie♥

Finally!

So after months and months of writing I have finally finished my book! Ok, well, not really I still need to edit all of it and then I need to re-edit it and all that fun stuff.  But I'm done! There's no more tying up loose ends at the end of a chapter or figuring out how a character is going to fit in with the plot.  Well of course I still have to do that because I am writing a sequel but I already have all of my characters established.  And I'm finished!! This is so exciting!! I just had to share it with everyone! Yea well that will be all.
♥Maggie!

Still Fighting

This week marks the 150th anniversery of the Civil War.  My father and I were watching the old Civil War documentaries when it hit me:
We've had 150 years to change, and the only thing that has changed is that now were not only fighting each other but everyone else. 
Back then the war was over slavery and now it still over descrimintation.  Most Americans think that people from the middle east are terrorists, but that's not true.  Not at all true.  American's also think that if you're from Mexico or South America than you are an illegal immagrint.  We just don't trust people anymore, because of a small group of people we judge everyone like that.  It is like descrimination is an umbrella that covers anyone who looks different, acts different, or speaks a different language.  Than we feel that since they are different we have the right to fight them.  I understand that we went to war because of 9/11, but why are we still there? Why are we fighting along the Mexican boarder if they are still going to try and get through.  My main point is why are we fighting.  This is why I have thought of becoming a pacifist, I feel that if  the world became pacifists than no one would die from gun shots or war.  Maybe if teens became pacifists than more would graduate because they would not join gangs and we can set an example for the adults.  We can show them that if we can solve problems without fighting, how come they can't? Why do adults feel that war is the answer when it just causes more problems? So I'm going to see if pacifism works, I'm going to see if it changes anything.
♥Maggie

Poetry Slam

I did end up going to the poetry slam, but not to read. However I didn't read a poem, I watched everyone else. It was quite fun and maybe next year I will gather up the courage to read one of my own creations! So I'm going to get writing!
Maggie♥

Life Isn't About Waiting For The Storm To Pass . . .

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to dance in the rain" That has to be my favorite quote in the whole world! (To bad I don't have any idea who said that)
      But that is just what I'm doing! It is the first day of spring and it is snowing in the small town of Winthrop! What a shame! Now I'm trying to figure out what to do while the weather sucks. 
Trying to warm up the ground for spring to come,
Maggie ♥

Fighting Part 2

This is the story that I was trying to post yesterday but couldn't find it.  So I searched all day and finally found it in a hidden file in my old computer. So I hope you like it!

“They’re fighting again” Ana said. The last word emphasized by the breaking of a beer bottle.  Ana and her little sister Kailee were frightened and scared, as they listened to what was going on downstairs.  

Their father had come home drunk again after a horrible day at work.  Their mother, the unlucky victim of the abuse, had been cleaning the house and helping both girls with their homework.  She quickly ushered them upstairs and they knew that he was home.  The girls hid in Ana’s room, the room furthest from the stairs. Ana was holding Kailee’s smaller frame close to her, trying to muffle the sobs that were escaping.  Kailee’s tears were staining Ana’s unwashed shirt as she cried. 

“A-Ana I’m s-scared” Kailee whispered.  Then the sound of something hitting the wooden floor made Kailee jump and Ana muffle a scream. 

“It’s gonna be ok, Kailee” Ana said trying to calm her sister as well as herself. 

“Worthless women get up” he yelled. Then came another thud as it sounded like something was hitting the wall.  A broken sob rang through the house then silence.  A deafening sound, that held no sound at all.  More sobs escaped them as they thought of their mother.  They heard a grunt and a hissed profanity as the stairs creaked and bent under the weight.  Another creak and grunt was coming from their parents’ room.  Their father had appeared at the door faster than they thought a drunken man could.

“Let’s go, were leaving” he said looking at Ana and Kailee on the bed, neither of them moving.  “Now,” he said sternly, trying to disguise the slur that Ana and Kailee knew was there.  The scrambled up and out the door, holding each other as tight as possible.  The two of them walked slowly down the hall to the stairs.  Ana barely peaked into their mother’s room, but the image she saw would last her the rest of her life.  Her mother was face down on the bed, covered and blood and completely still.  Ana blocked Kailee’s view of their mother as they both walked down the stairs with their father out to the car.  Neither of them saying anything, fearing they were the next target.  They froze, staring at the blood on the floor and splattered on the wall.  Tears escaped their eyes as their father pushed them out the door.

“Keep your mouth shut and don’t look back” their father shoving them into the back seat of the car.  They did as they were told, not watching as the house that held their mother fell into the distance.  The car swerved under the control of their drunken father.  The trees passed rapidly, and sharp turns through the little girls into the car doors. 

“Shut up” he yelled as their sobs filled the car.  The sobs continued but now they were muffled the car took another sharp turn throwing the girls into the door. Ana’s head hit the window causing it to crack and warm blood run down her head and neck.  The car took another sharp turn and hit the forest.  The car flipped over, Ana and Kailee hitting the ceiling while their father had only hit the dash board, and was now unmoving.  Ana held her sister tighter, as both bodies were growing cold, Kailee’s eyes were closed and her breathing stopped. 

“I love you Kailee” Ana said and kissed her sisters forehead.  “And I love you mom,” she said letting one last tear fall down her cheek as she closed her eyes and held her sister as she slowly slipped away. 

So that was quite sad in my opinion, so feel free to comment on how it made you feel!
Maggie♥

Fighting

You want to know what sucks? When parents fight, that's what sucks.  My parents continue to fight over stupid things, like when dinner is going to be and what my mom can do after work.  But they're not just small arguments, no, they are full blow scream fests.  My mom tries to get my dad to understand that she works more than he does, and my dad's just used to eating nice and early.  My dad's used to eating early because he's was used to his mother being home all the time, I think he'd like it better if my mom didn't work.  Today, however, my mom was getting so pissed off at my dad. "I just want to leave here" my mom said to my after my dad left the room.
     That was three hours ago and now they are back on speaking terms and even sitting in the same room.  It surprises me how they can want to leave each other one minute and love each other the next.  This whole love hate thing is playing with my emotions too much! I wrote a story for this post however I lost it, so I will be sure to post it tomorrow!
Happy St. Patrick's Day! (or Evacuation Day if you live in my county!)
Maggie♥

The Man Who Can't Be Moved....

Looking out at the rolling waves they say there.  The unsaid question hung in the air, the silence becoming more awkward by the second.  She shifted the sand squishing below her butt.  He shifted just as she did, a blush rising in her cheeks.  They both confessed that they both loved each other, just minutes before.  Now the silence fell awkward, there was no amazing first kiss or slow walk into the sunset.  He looked around; they were the only ones on the beach.  Even though it was unseasonably warm for November no one came to the beach because of the dark clouds that hung low in the sky.  It was probably an omen, he thought.  An eastward wind blew the air in from the sea, causing the temperature to drop several degrees.  She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.  Her thin long sleeved shirt held no protection for her.  She scooted closer to her best friend hoping, like old times, he would help her.  And just like old times, he did.  He unzipped his sweatshirt and they sat as close as possible so that the sweatshirt could be wrapped around the both of them.

His arm wrapped around her and she whispered, “Thanks.” She looked at his face for the first time since they said it and saw that he was looking out towards the ocean. But occasionally she would catch him looking at her then they would both blush and look away. 

“This could work you know?” He started now looking down at her. “This relationship thing.”

“What if it doesn’t work, I don’t want to lose you.  I’d rather love you like a brother and have you then love you like I want to and lose you.” she said hugging him tightly around the chest.

“You won’t lose me,” he promised.  “I love you, this will work out.”    He was now hugging her around her waist, holding her to his chest.  “So, do you want to see if this will work out? Because I do,” he said stroking her hair. 

“I’m still nervous, what if it doesn’t work out.” She countered.

“If you -” but he was cut off.  Her lips touched his gently, chastely, then she pulled away smiling. 

If you want to wait that’s fine, is what he was planning on saying.  But he never got the chance because he never needed it.  “What changed your mind?” he asked, she blushed there was no way for her to say this.

“I looked at you and saw the love in your eyes, and I knew when you looked at me you saw the same thing.  God, that sounds cheesy.” She said blushing and hiding her face in her shirt.

“It doesn’t sound cheesy, it sounds amazing coming from you.” he said bringing her face up to his and kissing her softly. 

“Now that was cheesy,” she said and laughed lightly.  “But I love you”

“I know” he joked “I love you too.”

“I know” she said with a laugh.  The crashing waves and the silent beach now echoed their love for each other.  However the clouds didn’t move and the omen still lay.

Sigh.
The would've been a perfect relationship! That should've been my relationship! But, alas, it isn't.  After only two days (TWO DAYS!) my boyfriend broke up with me.  However he was real sweet about it.  He wanted to break up with me because he didn't want us to get further into a relationship and break up and never be friends anymore.  I understood where he was coming from but it still broke my heart to hear that. 
     But he still likes me, and I still like him, and we're still good friends.  But he wants us to get closer as friends, and then, maybe then we can start going out again.  However I'll be waiting for that relationship to come, waiting till I can hold his hand and kiss him like I want to and I'm pretty sure he's waiting for the same thing (unless he lied to me).  I'll be the man who can't be moved, stuck in that one spot between friendship and relationship. 
      So I put on a brave face and told everyone I was over the relationship when I really wasn't.  Sure I could laugh and pretend when I was around people, but it was  when I was alone that I could feel it.  The want and longing gnawing at my insides.  I could barely sleep because I would have dreams of him telling me how much he loved me and I'd wake up because they weren't real.  Or I would dream about him hating me, and never wanting to see me again and I would wake up crying to scared to go back to sleep.  The only time that the want and longing wasn't gnawing at my insides was those few times a day I could go up to him and hug him.  I would make those few seconds count. Now maybe the gnawing will subside since I finally got that off my chest.  But I'm hoping for a better tomorrow, always hoping.
Maggie </3

Eh to :)

So at our competition on Saturday we had an amazing show!! However the judges thought that we didn't understand the plot of our story.  We wrote our story I THINK WE KNOW OUR STORY! So we did not move on even though a show that completely sucked moved on!! Then Sunday morning I was still pissed off about the whole thing, but I was my friend's birthday so I threw her a surprise party and I felt a little better.  And then my best guy friend in the whole world asked me out and I said YES! So he's my first boyfriend and we're going on our first date this Saturday!!! I'm so excited but also SO nervous!! (This isn't my other crush, I kind of gave up on him)
My stomach's in knots
and my head's spinning,
My heart beats faster
and I'm feeling dizzy
When you asked me
that question I longed to hear. 
Then I said yes,
and we'll see where it goes.

Yea that's it, I'm not good at writing when I'm happy. 
♥♥♥Maggie♥♥♥

Sorry! (Again)

This message can only be short because it is quite late for me.  I have not writen in a while because I am part of my school's Drama Society and we have a competition on Saturday. We wrote an original play off the poem "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Elliot.  So I have been at rehearsal from 4 to 10 after six hours of school, and then when I get home I have to do homework. So I am sorry that I have not been able to write like I used too.  If we do not move past prelims then I will have all the time in the world to write, but I really hope we make it further. I will have more on Sunday!
Wish me luck!
Maggie♥ 

Goodbye

It is the very last day before vacation is over and I am saying goodbye to my two favorite things; vacation and a book store.
    
     My favorite chain of book stores, Borders, has gone bankrupt (oh how will I go on!). So on Friday i went to one of the stores that was closing and bought a few books that were on sale.  But the day was bittersweet. On one hand I got some awesome books, but on the other the store was closing. And I know who is to blame!
      Kindle!
      Yes, I blame the Kindle and other electronic readers for book store closings. However there is something you can't get when you use a Kindle and that's the feel of the book in your hand and the smell of the paper early in the morning.  And I am pretty sure that if you use that for too long you could have eye damage, like sitting too close to the TV.  Well that's all I have to say on the matter!
Maggie :(  

Sorry!

Sorry for the delay, it was the last week of school before February vacation and the week was very hectic.  With last minute tests, trying to do all my work and I went on a field trip on Thursday. 
      I meant to write about this Thursday night but my parents were at a wake and I was staying with my cousins, so I didn't really have the time to post.  The field trip I went on was for my Shakespeare class (an AMAZING class really!) and we went to see the play Cymbeline, by William Shakespeare.  It was put on the the Actors Shakespeare Project, and it was quite an amazing show to watch. 
     It was held in a small store front theater, they had little lighting besides some work lamps and their stage was a few rugs on the ground surrounded by chairs.  The actors wore plain white shirts and white pants and had small white scarves.  Most of the actors played more then one character so the scarves allowed them to change characters easily.  They also used their musical instruments as props.  They would use a rain stick as a sword and a music box as a potion bottle.  It was quite entertaining to watch. 
     Another reason why I didn't post over the weekend was because I came down with the flu.  How much does that suck? So it is the first real day of vacation and I'm stuck in bed with the flu.  But, at least now I have time to read all the books that piled up during my school days.  So far I've read two whole books since last night - I know not a big feat but I'm exhausted. 
      However I'm not just reading, yesterday I had a hit of inspiration for a small poem. 

No one sees me standing here

The setting swallows me whole

As people keep walking by

I just look up towards the sky

Hoping and praying

That my life will end

So that God will finally save me

From who everyone else wants me to be

But judgement day still hasn't come

And I'm still sitting in the shadows

And people pass me by

While I lift my head up towards the sky.

     I know a little darker then what I wanted it to be, but hey, it just flows.
     So I'll be going back to my books, apple juice and tea, and making my one thousand paper cranes!  

     Again sorry for the delay, once I get better I will update more. I promise. Until then . . .

Maggie♥

Happy Valentines Day!

February 14th, the day that some love and others despise.  Is it valentines day? Or is it singles awareness day? Or is it just a regular day in the year. 

    

     For me valentines day means that you celebrate the people you love in your life.  Whether it be your parents, friends, or significant other you should celebrate the fact that they are in your life! Tell all of your family and friends that you love them today, that they mean a lot to you, and that you are happy because they are in your life.
     But today is also a time to mend things with friends or significant others. For me there was a problem with a boy I asked to go to a dance with me.  Earlier this month a friend asked me to sign her into the dance because she was too old to get in herself, so me being the nice person that I am said that  I would take her.
     However, last weekend my friends got me to ask a boy to the dance and he said yes. I was so excited that he said yes and I thought my friend could sign him in and I could still sign in my other friend.  But she couldn't and so the boy  I wanted to go with me couldn't. Both of use were so upset, and I felt like a total ass for asking and then turning him down.
     But cupid came to my rescue this afternoon!
     The girl I was signing into the dance understood that I had a date and allowed me to go with him.  Now I'm so excited to go to the dance with him!! And it was even better because we got back together on valentines day!! However this isn't one of my crushes, he's just one of my really close friends, but now I kind of want to go out with him even though he is a year younger than me. The age doesn't really matter to me that much. 
     So I wished him a happy valentines day, like I am doing to you right now (except his was in person!).
Maggie♥♥  

Insomnia

Insomnia, the thing that either makes  or breaks a writer.  For me, it's a little bit of both. My creativity spikes when I'm stuck in a half awake half dream state. However, when I wake in the morning feeling groggy and beyond tired, I get to lazy to write anything down. Then I forget every good idea I've ever had.  So my friend, who knows my horrible problem, bought me a small journal that I know take with me everywhere.  Although it hasn't gotten much use yet, I can't wait for those long nights over vacations and weekends where my insomnia has kicked in full force.  I have written one short poem in it and it basically describes my insomnia.

To tired to think

I'm on the brink

Of losing my mind

These days are long

a never ending song

I am in a bind

My hand just writes

While my heat and brain fights

and my soul is ignorantly blind

It's short, sweet and mostly to the point. 

       But, this poem (along with my Crying, Crying Softly one) has brought something to the forefront of my mind.  This year is the first year my high school will be having its first annual Poetry Slam at a lodge in our town.  Most of the town thinks it's a joke and the other people are only going because they have to for English class. My friend and I on the other hand are really excited about this, we love hearing poems or stories that someone our age wrote. 

      However, my friend is courageous and has no problem with everyone knowing she likes to write and letting other people read her writing.  Me on the other hand am scared out of my mind! I never let anyone but my friend (and you guys) read what I wrote, and now she wants me to get up in front of the town and read something from my heart, something I wrote myself.  She wants me to read something personal.  She wants them to see into my soul, something I never let anyone do.  Something I don't want anyone to do. 

      So this may be one of the reasons of my insomnia, my struggle over to go to the Poetry Slam. Or maybe its the fact that I want to go to the Poetry Slam but have no idea what to write.  Maybe if I finally let someone see inside my soul I will finally be able to sleep at night. Maybe this whole thing will pass and I won't have to make a fool out of myself in front of the town. Maybe....

Maggie♥

Farewell 15

I have waited 16 years to say this, yesterday was my 16th birthday. The big ONE SIX! Woo! That means I can drive soon and, well that's about it.  I don't really see why so many people are obsessed with Sweet 16s.  It is just another year that has gone by, sure your a year closer to being an adult. But does your age really signify if you're an adult or not? Isn't age just a number, just to show how long you've been alive.  Sure people say that the older you are the wiser you are, but doesn't that only work if you've lived your life to its fullest and LEARNED from the mistakes you've made.  If you're eighty-five years old and are still making the same mistakes you were when you we thirty then doesn't that show that you really aren't any wiser?
     So even though my friends, family, and most of the school made a fuss about the big day, most of the time I just wanted them to keep quiet about it.  Sure I loved the attention, but after a while it get really old.  However there were three things about that day that made me extremely happy. One was that when I woke up my family gave me my gifts. Now I'm a die hard Harry Potter fan (an HPF if you will) and I also love Legos - I know I am a 16 year old girl in love with legos, but who cares.  So my parents go me the Hogwarts castle in Legos and they also got me Ron Weasley's house, and to say I was ecstatic would be an understatement.  My auntie had also gotten me a replica of Ron Weasley's wand, and I proceeded to run around my house and point it at things and scream spells out. 
     Another thing that made my birthday awesome was that my chemistry partner (who I have a HUGE crush on, by the way) was  mad at himself because he didn't know it was my birthday, and said that if he knew he would've brought me a cupcake.  Now that's how you make a girl feel awesome, and all warm and fuzzy inside.  And it just made me like him even more!
      And the last thing warmed my heart even more than my crush did (which should have been impossible).  On the night of my birthday instead of having a nice family birthday dinner and a small cake so they can sing Happy Birthday I was at rehearsal for three hours.  I brought cupcakes for the cast because I thought I could have at least some form of cake. But, while everyone was walking they would scream "Happy Birthday!" and come give me a hug (or multiple hugs).  Then at the end of rehearsal I broke out the cupcakes and someone started playing Happy Birthday on the piano, and then everyone started singing.  It was just so heart warming that they would sing for me, I know they said happy birthday and everything, but when a whole room of people sing for you it feels amazing!
       So  if you want post some of your favorite birthday moments in a comment and I'll be sure to comment back!
Maggie♥
*I'll post pictures of my legos when I'm done with all of them and I'll also post pictures of my party!

The Forest

OK, so the titles a little if-ie, I'm not very good at coming up with titles for books, so that's it.  While I was sitting here trying to put off doing most of my homework I thought to my self, "Self! No one else has read any part of your novel yet, maybe someone wants to read it"
So, here it is. I was willing to put up the first chapter of my story for everyone to read.  Now if you don't mind I would like constructive criticism, so please leave something about it. 
And here it is . . .

Chapter 1

Abigail

Full Moon – Midnight

It’s time, thought Abigail. They will be running by soon. Abigail thought excitedly. She pulled her sweatshirt on and walked slowly down the stairs, as to not wake up her mother. Her back door opened silently and closed behind her with the faintest of clicks.  Abigail’s back yard was pitch dark with the only light coming from the moon, leaving her with the eerie feeling of being watched.  But Abigail shook it off. It is only because it’s midnight, she told herself.  The forest surrounded her, encircling her against her house, had shadows from the full moon’s light. They were shadows of things that weren’t really there.  Abigail shivered; the feeling of being watched was back with more intensity. She turned, an owl sat perched on the lowest branch of an old oak tree.  He was staring at her; his eyes were big and glossy in the moonlight.  He was snow white with a few black spots on his back and belly. He looked nothing like the barn owls Abigail remembers seeing at her friend Becky’s barn.  The owl was beautiful in the moonlight.  Yea, beautiful but also extremely creepy, she thought as she moved to sit under a neighboring oak.  Abigail could not see very far into the forest, for the moon shone ghastly shadows inside, disturbing her vision.  But still Abigail sat there, waiting for them. 

Moments passed, the snow owl still stared, unmoving, and it seemed as if the moon only shone brighter.  Her breathing increased as she heard feet pounding on the forest floor, coming towards her.  The owl turned towards the coming noise and hooted, he looked back at Abigail and spread his wings.  The owl hooted one last time and flew low over Abigail’s head and into the moon, the shape only silhouetted in its bright shadow.  The footsteps grew louder, vibrating the earth beneath her. Abigail was awe struck, like she was every month since last spring, as they ran by.  She watched, straining her eyes as one by one they ran past her.  Finally, she knew he was there, he was always last; her stark white wolf ran past her.  The full moon shone down on him, blinding Abigail for a moment, as the contrast between his fur and the forest was too bright.  Then, as if he knew she was watching, he stopped and turned towards her, staring at her.  His eyes were large and icy blue and shined in the moonlight. Abigail gasped, the pack kept running but he stopped and stared.  His eyes bore into Abigail’s, almost as if he tried to see through her.  Abigail sat up on her knees and outstretched her hand, to do what, she didn’t know.  He moved closer, almost as if her was going to touch her hand, but then thought better of it and ran off.  He ran faster than Abigail has ever seen him run, and he left her there in the darkness.

Abigail’s alarm went off early the next morning. She groaned.  The sun shone brightly through her window, creating vertical shadows on her floor.  Abigail stood up, groaning as her muscles stretched and popped. Wednesday, she thought, what the hell is going on, on a Wednesday. Abigail groaned, realizing she still had two more days till it was Saturday and that her wolf wouldn’t be running by again till tonight. Abigail sat on the edge of her bed and brought the heels of her palms to her eyes, trying to rub the sleep out of them.  Four hours of sleep, that’s all Abigail got. Between staying outside till one with her wolf until she was left alone in the dark with another snowy owl. When she finally felt that she would fall asleep outside she trekked back inside so her mother wouldn’t freak. Then when she got back upstairs, even lying down she still couldn’t sleep.  The wolves were howling and it sounded like they were fighting, almost as if they were trying to hurt one another.  However over all of that noise she could hear the hooting of two owls that flew past her window, as if they left and found each other after she left. 

                 Abigail sighed as she made her way down the stairs after getting ready for school.  Her mother wasn’t downstairs; she called out to her however she didn’t answered.  Walking into the kitchen she saw a note hanging under a magnet of their family picture. 

                 Abigail was written neatly across the top in her mother’s elegant script. We are sorry that we have to leave you alone this morning but I got called into work earlier than usual; however I will see you tonight around the same time as always.  Your lunch money is on the table. Love you.

                 Her note was short but it got across what she had to say, she will probably be going in at this time every day from now on. Abigail knew that last time her boss asked her to stay late her mother ended up staying till that time every day, now not getting home till close to eight.  So she placed the note back under the magnet and grabbed the money from the table. Deciding to forgo breakfast this morning she grabbed her bag and hopped into her small ’95 Saturn and left.

                 Abigail sat in the car and fumed over her mother’s new schedule, Abigail knew that at some point her mother would have to leave for work earlier. She knew that her mother was getting more engrossed in her work after her father left last year.  But Abigail never knew it would go this far.  She barely saw her mother as it was, now she was leaving before Abigail even woke up and not coming home till after she had eaten dinner. Abigail sighed, she had enough of thinking about her mother, and the bell was about to ring anyway.

Classes dragged on, not even her best friend, Becky, could keep her entertained throughout the day. Nor the stories she told about a new kid in town.  She only had one thing on her mind, her wolf.  They would be running by again tonight, and that was the only thing she could think of at the time.   Half way through chemistry something did catch her attention.  A boy, about her age maybe older, walked into the room.  Normally she wouldn’t have noticed such a minor detail about her day however; she was caught up in his stark white hair.  Abigail looked between the boy and the drawing of her favorite wolf.  Even though the wolf was colorless on her notebook paper, Abigail swore that the color of both the boy’s hair and the color of the wolf were identical.

                 Abigail was even more shocked when the boy with the stark hair came and sat next to her, obviously she hadn’t heard the teacher say that he was her lab partner.  Abigail still gawked at him when he took a seat next to her and turned to introduce himself.

                 “Hello, name’s Dean Douglas” The boy with stark white hair turned and told her with a small smile, and a hint of recognition in his eyes. “What’s yours?”

                 “Abigail, Abigail Adams” She said nervously.  Abigail wasn’t great at making new friends, hell she wasn’t even good at meeting new people. She tucked loose strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip, a clear sign of unease.  It seemed as though Dean had known that she felt nervous because he gave her a small smile and turned back to the front of the room.

        Now that he was not staring at her Abigail could concentrate some more on what was going on around her.  She noticed that not only did Dean have the same stark white hair as the wolf but he also had the same icy blue eyes as her wolf.  His cheeks, nose and chin were angular, and a look down his body showed Abigail that he was toned but not over muscular. Just the way I like ‘em. Abigail thought, then blushed profusely. How did that thought come up? Abigail wasn’t one to think of boys she just met like that.  But then again it seems as if she knows him from somewhere.  It’s only the freaky coincidence that Dean and the wolf and the same color hair and eyes, she thought and realized that that was as close to rational as it was going to get.  Abigail had no idea why he was so familiar with her, so she turned around and went back to the doodles that now were forming as Dean and the wolf.  Abigail shook her head and sighed, this is going to be a long day, and she thought as the bell rang and Dean slowly got up from his seat and left the room.  He did so but not without a backwards glance and a small smile in Abigail’s direction.     

I have no idea why the font changed like that, but it did. *shrugs* I hope you like it, cause I have to go and re-write and English paper, and do two projects.  So, I hope my little detour from homework was worth it!
Maggie ♥

Snow Day!!

Setting the scene:
It's Wednesday night, the last week and a half have been full of hard tests and boring classes, when finally you hear that it's supposed to snow tonight.  Not just a light dusting that swiftly falls off the car, no a good hard storm that's bound to bring a foot of snow.  The nerds, (like me) have already finished their homework for the next day, are sitting at the window trying to predict the severity of the storm.  The slackers were putting off their homework, they were wishing for a storm all day waiting to have a day off.  But, the sun has gone down and school still hasn't been called off.  Students are praying for the snow to come down hard tonight and early into the next morning.  They go to bed dejected because the snow still hasn't started yet.  The slackers are still up trying to get some of the homework they never did done in case of school tomorrow.
However, it's now early in the morning, the sun is barely peeking through the thick clouds in the sky.  Snow is falling in thick flakes, the windows are covered along with the streets and side walks.  The air is still, there is no sound.  Not even the birds are moving about.  But soon there is a piercing sound that is echoing through out the neighborhood, a phone is ringing.  Then another phone is ringing, and soon the whole street is alive.  The only news that comes this early is the things that everyone is wishing for. 
There is no school today. 
Some parents wake their kids to tell them the great news, others let their children sleep cause lord knows they need it. 
As the day went on, some kids shoveled, others went out and some stayed inside.  But the day was not wasted. 

This is how I felt on Thursday when I was woken up by the loud ringing of the phone and my mother telling my their was no school.  I got paid to shovel then decided to rearrange my room, I felt I needed a change of scenery.  Not the my room was big enough to actually change any scenery, but whatever.  So as I'm sitting here, in my newly arranged room, typing this, I wonder if anyone really wants to know about my snow day.  But for the few that may read this, the day was awesome.  Well other then shoveling for two hours...
But even though I had most of the day to my self and all the time in the world, I don't think I wrote once.  How sad is that? My story just sitting on my laptop waiting to have something written down in it, only to stay there and be neglected.  But it will not be neglected for long, after this I will be turning back to start writing some more.  I can't promise that it will be good, but I can promise it will be something.
I will write soon,
Maggie ♥

Crying, Crying Softly

Today I went out and saw my high schools Dinner Theater performance (Everyone goes to a restaurant and my classmates sing and dance) and it was AMAZING!! Each year there's a theme and this year was "Just Dance," so all of the songs had to do with dancing or moving to the beat. There were sixteen songs in total and they kept getting better and better.  One of my favorites had to be Tiny Dancer, by Elton John, which was sung by a freshmen and his voice was amazing.  If he wasn't so awkward I would totally date him even though his older brother is in my class.  Another song I am in LOVE with that they sang (rapped) was Bust a Move, by Young MC.  I know all the words and couldn't help but sing along.  However, the one song that really hit close to home was the senior song, which is a song that all the seniors sing together with no one else.  I couldn't even tell you the song because all I am so close to all of the seniors that I was crying through out the whole thing.  I tired to hold it together for them but as soon as they bowed for their last time during Dinner Theater I lost it.  When we met after the show we hugged and cried and cried some more.  (I'm tearing up right now) Some told me that they were going to bring me to college with them, that I couldn't be left alone.  They wont miss me half as much as I'll miss them.  But other then the tears and the crying that show was amazing. But it could've been better, if I auditioned for it. 

Because I was crying, crying softly
While you sang for one last time
You stood in front of us
And shared your feelings with the world. 
So now we were crying, crying softly
When you said you had to leave,
When you said good-bye for one last time.
We all were crying, crying softly
While you loaded up the car
And started walking out the door
But when you drove away, and waved good-bye
You left me crying, crying softly
Wishing you had stayed.
But in the car you let go one single tear
'Cause you saw me crying, crying softly
Because I was left behind.

I really am going to miss them :'(
Maggie </3

Writer's Block

Again sorry for the delay in the posting, I really have to get better at this....
Well it probably wasn't that I forget to post on here its just that I really had nothing to say. Other than the fact that my novel is coming only, slowly but still coming along. But, other than that my life (real and fictional) have been quite boring. My imagination isn't what it used to be, seriously I could come up with a story in a matter of seconds, but now I'm struggling to keep up a story.  That sucks. 

But now I have to admit to myself the one thing that every writer hates, WRITER'S BLOCK.  The two words that loom over each writers head as they try to write as much as they can before writer's block takes over.  For me it took 68 pages for writer's block to set it. 68 pages! But I had my whole story line written out, why was I plagued with writer's block? I knew everything that was going to happen, why did it all stop? Why did my imagination just stop?

Maybe that's why we get writer's block.  We feel that if we write out everything that is going to happen before it happens, than nothing can get in the way.  But we know that it does, we know that our characters sometimes need a break.  Yet we still push them, push them so we can write more, so we can write longer, so we can write better.  We push their boundaries because of deadlines, ours or someone elses, or just to know the out come of what's going on.  Writers stay up all night debating possibilities of different endings,  it's our own form of insomnia. 

However, no matter how hard we try to figure out the ending on our own it will never come out right.  It will never be the same if the characters wrote it themselves.  If the characters controlled the story then most of our novels would be different.  Some of the characters would act differently, dress differently maybe even walk differently.  But we try to conform them to our image of that character, and for the time being they act that way.  Until they get pissed off at us, thus causing writer's block.  What if we just allowed our thoughts to roam free, to write whatever came into our mind, to use stream of consciousness? Would we still have writer's block? Would we still try to make our characters who they want to be and not who we want them to be? Is it just our characters actions that cause writer's block, or is it something else also?

Maggie ♥