I enjoy writing. It’s my escape from my real life. I can escape from my parents who argue a lot. Its my escape from my dad calling me useless. From my sisters who call me clumsy or stupid. From my friends who don’t invite me to hang out sometimes. Writing makes me feel great because its the one thing family and friends don’t know I do, which makes me happy because its the one thing that they can’t criticize me about or take away from me. Only three of my friends know I write fan-fiction. One of them made a blog to read my stories, the second one said she would make one to just read my work, the third has just read my work and said it was great. That was a boost for me.
So knowing that some of you actually like to read my stories makes me really emotional in a good way. I didn’t think my writing was good at all. I felt I was doing something stupid. And when my mom makes a comment or my sisters call me out because I’m doing something I enjoy doing, it makes me upset. I’m not the most socialist person, I’m shy. I can’t even present something in front of big groups of people.
That’s why I feel that I can really be myself on Tumblr. I can go crazy over someone I like and post my interest. Writing feels like the one thing I can call mine. Like its that one thing no one can take away from me. So I want to thank everyone who makes me want to write. I also want to apologize for not always updating. I get writers block really badly, I know its not an excuse but its the truth, every time you ask for another part or something different I feel a bit pressured, and I really want to give you what you want, but it isn’t always easy.
Sorry for my stupid rant and wasting your time…. :/
~Credit goes to my friend Jazmin. She actually wrote this in 7th grade, were now going to be sophomores. I read it when she had it and asked her if I could keep it because it was just so good! She obviously told me I could. I’ve never once changed any wordings~
I can remember the day I saw her, the girl with the dark brown hair. She wasn’t quite like other girls, she was slightly different. She had cancer, Leukemia to be exact, which made her get looked at by everyone. Her name was Alicia she wasn’t very much appreciated in school, but that’s where I came in. I realized that the world is tough. I was blessed with both of my parents and a healthy life. And to know that some people aren’t like me…..but my knowledge of knowing the struggle of having that is now acceptable for me not too long after I met her. I thought she was crazy because she would tell me that she never wanted to grow up…she wanted to die young.
She said “I never want to grow up, I want to accomplish things young, so people will remember me”.
I never told her anything because I was afraid I would hurt her feelings. I was always her “cheerleader” she won lost of awards (like all of the “outstanding student” awards), I would call her a good noodle because of that one episode of Spongebob that I saw about a week ago before we met.
I will always remember the day she gave me a friendship bracelet, and even though I was a guy it didn’t matter to me because anything from her I would accept. After that suddenly everything changed… I was having a never ending nightmare that couldn’t stop. Alicia became emotionally unstable and depressed because everyone would tell her. “You’re not even supposed to be here".
“You don’t belong".
“You’re not normal”.
“Go die in a hole”. Slowly she kept pushing me away. I felt my other half gone.
One day she told me. “Don’t expect me to be here tomorrow at school".
I said. “Why are you doing this to yourself we can get through this together, okay, I’ll see you tomorrow at school”.
The next day her mom showed up at my front door step with her eyes watery. She was sobbing her eyes out and she was hesitating, then she had told us.
"I’m inviting you to my daughter’s funeral, it’s tomorrow after school".
The next day was a very weird day, everyone was talking about what had happened to Alicia, some people were sad and some said she deserved to die. I mean seriously why would anyone say that a poor innocent soul deserved to die?.
Then I found out the reason why, it was her parents all along. They divorced right away after her funeral. They were fighting, and I guess Alicia couldn’t take it anymore. She was trapped and couldn’t get out. I guess the only way to get out of there was to commit suicide. Now I know everything can hurt. Verbally?..It doesn’t have to be physical in order for it to hurt, and I learned that the hard way. My friend had to kill herself in order for me to learn that. The bracelet she had was on her gravestone. I haven’t worn mine ever since. I gave her an adventure and now I have to fulfill my adventure without her.
In my opinion the best movies and characters in the world. Peter pan/Robbie Kay (OUAT), Newt/Thomas Sangster (Maze Runner), Percy Jackson/Logan Lerman (Percy Jackson lightning thief and sea of monsters), Aaron Corbett/Paul Wesley (Fallen), Nathan Ellis/Asa Butterfield (x+y), Jacob/Taylor Lautner (Twilight)