Prom at It's Craziest

Wait, I have an old story from two years ago to share! :D

It is prom night of your senior year. Nearly ten boys requested going with you but you had your heart set on one. You hope he will ask or else you won't have a date. Two nights before prom a gorgeous bouquet of wild flowers and a bracelet made of fake diamonds arrives at your door. A note is included saying, "If only I could give you all the things you deserve. The best I can offer you is a night full of fun. I know I am not the one you want, but I so desperately need you. Please come. Love, Jordan." ( names have been changed) Your heart melts. 

The message is sooo sweet, but you wanted so badly for Kyle to ask you. Secretly touched by the note, you slip it into your pocket and decide not to answer until the last minute. You wait, and wait, and wait. Nothing. You open the drawer next to your bed and look at the note. Jordan was always very nice, but...The picture of Kyle by your beside haunts you. 

You choose Jordan. Jordan is thrilled. He refuses to let you open the door and treats you like a queen. At first, this creeps you out. Wow, this guy is weird, you think. 

Jordan has a tender look in his eyes each time he looks at you. And when he holds your hand, it is almost like he thinks you are made of glass, one wrong move and you will shatter.

 When you get to the dance before the dinner, Jordan gently lifts you out of the car. The dance is sooo sparkly, everyone looks gorgeous and you feel inferior. You had saved forever for your dress, but now it didn't seem good enough.
At the dance, you spot Kyle. He is a mess. He has his arm wrapped around Michelle and is drinking a strangely colored liquid. You stare at him for several moments until finally Jordan looks to see what it is. 

When he sees Kyle, He pulls you out of the room. You are surprised and angry. What is he doing? You drive for about five minutes and near the edge of a cliff,and he parks. Now you are afraid. He turns to you, eyes concerned. "Are you alright?" Your fear melts away. 
"Yes." You almost whisper.  "Why did you do that?" 

Jordan looks at you. "Didn't you see what they were doing?" You shake your head. Jordan explains that they were drinking and smoking dope and that he couldn't bare you getting in trouble.You are super glad that he cared about you. 

Jordan reaches in his pocket and starts counting out the money. You start to lose count. He starts the engine and turns the truck away from town. 

You drive forever and as you drive, you open up. Soon you are talking like old friends. And as you talk, You realize he is not who you thought he was. After three hours' drive, you reach a beautiful hotel. You wait in the car while he registers two rooms.The place is beautiful. He shows you to your room, and after you drop off your stuff he takes you to an incredible place. It must have cost him thousands of dollars to get you in.

You order the cheapest thing you can find, A $300 steak with a $500 cherry jubilee for dessert. He forks it all out and has more left. You are shocked, you thought he was poor.

After a wonderful meal, you dance for hours and Jordan returns you to your room five minutes before Midnight. Breakfast the next morning is glamorous. Afterwords He takes you to a perfume shop and buys you an eighty dollar thing of perfume. Next he buys you a six hundred dollar dress. You try to refuse but he won't take no for an answer. 

This pattern continues, and each day you enjoy his company more and more. It is the third night, and tomorrow, you will head for home. Jordan walks you to the garden of the hotel. You sit next to the fountain. Jordan is nervous and stutters, "D-d-did you have fun?" You smile gently and hold his hand. 

"Yes." And you smile. 

Jordan is encouraged. "Since forever, I have always wanted to share this moment with you." And then, it happens. The magic is in the air and you know what you had always known, deep in your heart. You love Jordan. You love him more than you have ever loved anyone.


Epilogue:


This is your fifth anniversary. And now you have the guts to ask. "How could you afford that beautiful trip?" 

Jordan wraps his arm around you and explains, " Since the moment I first saw you, I wanted you. At sixteen I decided I would save up everything I ever earned so that at your senior prom I could do something to make you happy. I have Always loved you and always will."

Two weeks later, you find out Kyle died of smoking dope. You open your chest were you keep your old things from high school. At the bottom, you find your old picture of Kyle. You laugh at your old crush. You look from Kyle's picture to your picture of Jordan. Without looking once more at Kyle's picture, you throw it in the trash and pick up Jordan's. Just as you reach the door, Jordan comes in. 

"I love you," And you kiss him. "And I always will." 

And you always do.

I Have News.....

I've been absolutely HORRIBLE with posting stuff. I know that I said I would post more often, but life has changed my plans. A LOT. Since I am moving this summer to unknown locations (to you guys, at least) so it gets pretty crazy. I've barely had time for Tarina and Thatriot, so It's been difficult for me to make room for this. Just lettin' you know that I probably won't be able to post for a while yet. But don't worry, I won't abandon this forever, just long enough for things to calm down.

Signing off momentarily,

~Evening Star

TODAY IS.....

WHAT I HAVE TO SAY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDD

...Not really. Yesterday was the real one. I think. Really, I'm not sure. I erased the first few posts. xD HAha, but anyway....

What a change. From zero followers to seven. You guys, you are what has gotten me to come to far. I know I haven't been posting much, and I REALLY won't this coming month, but during June, I'm all yours. Promise.

Highlights of this blog? Becoming friends with Thatriot. Feeling needed. Pushing myself. Learning to care again. (yeah, because I am really committed to you guys...xD) Sitting on the couch with Charlie. These have all made life great. And on this special day (well, yesterday) I made another blog. One that will be yet another challenge. A work of fiction, in a strange way. A blog through a character's eyes. SOOO excited for this project. This might get pushed onto the backburner a little bit, but I promise I won't quit. Not yet, anyway.

Thanks for helping me do great things! :DDDD

~Evening Star

My Position

Right now, definitely feeling Team Peeta. He is so nice and does anything and everything for her. Gale is just a friend to her. However, both ways, someone gets heartbroken, and I don't want either of them to. </3 :(

~Evening Star

Doctor Who and Thatriot (and me)

My mind always feels blank and drained after writing and publishing a post. Is that a good thing? No idea.

So, in my last post, two minutes at the most prior to this one, I mentioned being a more supportive friend. This leaves me to wonder. Thatriot is obsessed with Doctor Who. Does that me that I should watch more than a few episodes and have something to talk with her about? Or, should I leave it, and let her enjoy discussing it with other friends? Do I have the time? Would my mom let me?

I have no idea the answers to any of these questions. It's not that I feel the need to like everything she likes (trust me, I don't), it just that I have never really given it a chance, and maybe I would really enjoy it and we could both be obsessed. But I'm not good at being obsessed. Truly. I can read a book series, get totally hooked, and then decide I don't like it anymore, just because I don't have access to the next book.

I think it comes from my bad habit. See, I got kinda used to severing my feelings. I've learned that when it comes to things, caring isn't all that important, so when it isn't convenient to want it, I quit wanting it. Just like when I got my surgery, and I couldn't eat food forever so I made myself stop wanting food. And ever since then, it has become extremely easy for me to not eat for ages. I haven't fully regained my need or wanting of food. I just can't do it. When I severe my feelings, I do it once, and never look back. Being attached to material things just doesn't work for me. They never last.

So, I want to be obsessed, but I just don't know if a) I'll even like it and b) if I can pull it off. I just wanted to be normal; attached to weird things and crazy emotional about them. I'm just not normal in anyway. *sigh* See, I'm the type of person who really isn't crazy desperate to...I dunno, live. Now, before you freak out, I mean like, well....How can I explain this? If I die, I'm fine. I'll just be happy dead. I've already had a couple brushes with death, and frankly it doesn't scare me. But then, I also find life precious, and I wanna cram all I can into it while I have to chance. But if I were to die tomorrow, I would be okay with it in terms of me, but when it comes to leaving others with things undone and unsaid, that is what would bother me. I have no fears for myself, but I fear harming others.

This got a little off topic, but that's okay. Go ahead and tell me what you think. I'm always listening. :)

~Evening Star

The Hunger Games

I have a couple of posts to make, several complaints to voice, AND, to top it all off, I am going to announce something amazing (haha, maybe). So, bear with me a while. After all, I have to make up for lost time.

So, first the complaints. I am super sick. :b My tonsils are swollen AGAIN. Ugh. I had to stay home today, and my head fills fuzzy, my throat is killing me, and although I love juice, I am getting tired of drinking. I am tired of sitting, lying, sleeping, napping, and being awake. I JUST WANNA LIVE AGAIN. It gets annoying after awhile, and I have only been sick for one day.

So, with all of this sickness and spare time, I actually did something productive (sort of). I read the first book in the Hunger Games!!! :D Yeah....I know I'm slow...:b So, in like sixth grade, a really good friend of mine told me to read them. I just HAD to read them. Boy, am I a good listener, because in seventh grade, my super amazing friend that I already told you about, Kaylee, told me I had to read them. I DIDN'T LISTEN. *bangs head on desk* You know, for being best friends, I sure was supportive. More on that later, actually.

Anyway, so in eighth grade, I finally had the itch to read them, but I didn't, because I couldn't seem to find them anywhere. Well, now that the movie excitement has calmed a bit, I was able to check all of them out at a public library. I have finished the first one, and am now on the second one. My verdict? It seems like a regular, run-of-the-mill survivalist series. I mean, I keep waiting for something incredible to clutch at my heart, but it really never did. I am still waiting. STILL.

WHERE ARE YOU INCREDIBLENESS????

*ehm* So, now that I am reading the second one, I am rather puzzled, wondering which choice Katniss will make concerning Gale and Peeta. Now, there are a few points I want to cover. First, the whole team Peeta, and team Gale thing freaks me out. Why? It feels too much of Twilight, Now, I am not fond of that sort of reading, but I am not about to jab out at anyone (nor the Hunger Games fans), however, it seems so cheap to follow Twilight in this voting-thing. I mean, really. And the whole idea is just ridiculous. The author wrote it, you just read it. You can't change it, so why bother?

Second, Peeta and his bread. It sounds utterly stupid when you know nothing about the book when you hear someone reference him as the 'Bread Boy'. His bread is mentioned rarely throughout the first book, and haven't seen any more in the second to speak of. Why do people make their own Peeta bread recipes? I don't get it. You can't ever taste, so why name it after him?

The bad thing about reading this book at this time, was that the whole thing was centered around food. I mean, after all, it IS key to survival. But, I was (and am) extremely hungry, and as I read on, my stomach wouldn't stop complaining. xD So sad, I know.

All in all? It was a good book, but it got weirdly Fanned by people, which made bits of it weird and made the book lose its appeal, because I expected WAY more than I got. But, the rest of the series sounds promising, and I am going to keep on reading. But, just in case you doubt my sincerity when I said that it was a good book, I'll even play the stupid (well, at least in my eyes) fan game and pick a team. But, keep in mind that as I read, I am allowed to change teams at will. When I do make a change, I'll let you guys know.

I do not regret reading it any bit, and it has made me think deeply about a lot of things, which is a sure sign of  a real treasure. Thanks, Suzanne Collins, for making The Hunger Games! :D

~Evening Star

Who, Me? I Wasn't Hiding...........

Oh YEAH. I have a blog. Opps. I sorta forgot about you guys went on this really awesome vacation, signed with a company and, yeah. You know, a lot of stuff happens. Really. Honest. *crosses fingers*

So, now that my lovely long break is over, I have a TON to tell. First off, I have been "doing" CampNano, but not. :b I can't help it. I seem to be taking a break from everything. So, anyway, a really awesome friend of mine moved away, and I haven't seen her for a while. So, in case she happens to read this, YOU'RE AWESOME B. If not, oh well. Life will go on, I suppose.

Things have been insane, and I have already started packing for my summer move. :b I HATE packing. Already it is getting hot and humid, and we JUST started. This sounds like death just waiting to happen.

I didn't get my New Years Resolution all the way. :b I missed March (it was a stupid month anyway....) and I don't know if I have to stamina or the gumption to keep going despite my tainted record.

So many things I haven't updated you on, I don't know where to start. I don't want to type anymore right now, though, so you will have to wait for anything more.

So long! :D

~Evening Star

Shout Out to an Awesome Fig

http://figment.com/users/302985-Roxanna-Watrous

This lady is truly amazing! I just discovered her on Fig today, and I LOVELOVELOVELOVE her writing! It is just incredible! I love the poem 'To Touch Heaven' and the other one 'Create to Breathe'. It's really funny how it has the same idea as the novel I just stared working on last week (the snippet I shared with you guys).  The even COOLER thing is that she commented on BOTH my comments, AND she commented and reacted and hearted two of my own poems. I am SO EXCITED. So, to thank her for being so awesome, I am going to spread awareness about her. :) Please, spread this around, she has TALENT. I haven't read her novel yet, but if her poems are THIS goo, I'm in! :D

Note: If you want to be promoted for Figment or just your blog, I would be happy to share anything. AND if you have found a good novel or poem on Figment that you love, PLEASE share with me. Not only am I a desperate writer, but I am also a hungry reader. :)

~Evening Star

I Need Help

...that only you can give. Guys, having an awkward time making convos for My MC Mandy and my SC Ryan. I don't really feel very comfortable around them (it always gets weird) and I need to know how to make them act natural while growing close. :b It is bothering me. I really am no good at this. Too bad it can't just be an all girl novel. xD That would be SO much easier. Alas, guys always make it better, but more confusing. But, if you would, please do help!

~Evening Star

The Writer's Dream

3:34 a.m.

I hear an owl hooting outside of my window. That hasn't happened in a while.  Besides that, only the trees and the wind make any sound. The world is clothed in silence. 

My feet are bare, and they stick to the floor as I patter to my cupboard. Orange juice and feet don't mix.

Opening the top drawer, I pull out my notebook with scribbles covering every surface. Words mingle and mix and only I can see where sentences end and begin. My eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness, having just woken a few minutes ago, and I bump my knee into the cupboard. "Ouch." I mutter, trying not to wake anyone. This is my time, when I own the world.

Dusting the cobwebs from my head, I begin to weave tapestries again. The clock ticks away busily, but I don't hear it. My notebook gets fuller as it sops the mess from my leaking head. I feel dizzy and confused, fighting to breathe.

I write to breathe.

I write to live. 

 This is a WIP and I am going to add more, I think. Hoping it will show itself worthy of novelship. :)

~Evening Star

The Blooming Rose

Sorry about the lame joke last time. I even spelled 'aye' wrong because I was in a hurry. xD Haha, anyway, I finally have published some of my best stuff on Figment. And now...I guess I'll put it here. (this is not one of them. I just found it). I am not sure if this is already on here, but, read it anyway. xD Nevermind, I have. xD Look it up on here under 'The Illusion of Time'. xD NOW I can put something else here. xD

The Blooming Rose

So lies the Blooming Rose

in dust

trampled by the Jealous

feet

Of Thistles            

I wrote this almost two years ago when I had just moved an I was really sick and stuff. It really influenced this poem. 

~Evening Star

MY Silence xD

Oh yeah, I have a blog. xD

So....things have been insane. I have nothing to say except I hate being a teenager. :b I don't feel like doing anything except telling a joke.

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The eyes have it! xD

~Evening Starlight

The Sound of Silence

Hey, yesterday, I was listening to old sixties and such song while driving with my mom, and we were listening to "Hello, Mrs. Robinson" and we started talking about our favorite Simon and Garfunkel songs, and came to a conclusion that "The Sound of Silence" was one of their very best.

Well, this song is just pure awesomeness, so I had to share it with Thatriot. Then, I put it on in the house so that Mom could hear, and I started thinking about the curious lyrics that it has. They are craziness! So, naturally, I googled it. (Ah, Google! xD) This is what I found. Well, actually, first, listen to the song itself. I'll get one with lyrics. Hold up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvsX03LOMhI

There you go. Now, here is what I found:

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_meaning_of_the_lyrics_Sound_of_Silence

I always felt that, even though Garfunkel never intended it to be so, that it had some crazy deep meaning. I mean, when I write poems, I have no idea what the heck I am writing, and then they just end up so deep and every sentence has so much depth and meaning to it.

Haha, anyway, have some brain food. xD

~Evening Star

Spring Break Is Here! :D

Hey, I haven't been here in a while. Ugh, my hands are really rusty with the keyboard! :b See how little I've been on here in the past week or so? Yeah. Anyway, I changed the player AGAIN. What can I say, I'm just picky like that. Hehe, so, what's up now, you ask? Well, I'm on this thing called a vacay. That's what a lot of people call vacations. xD Funny, isn't it?

I'm in a different state now ( as to which one, it's a secret. :) ), and I am in my step-dads two room apartment. Those rats get a bed, and I sleep on the floor with two blankets. Hehe, see how mistreated I am? ;) Mom is sleeping for the forty-thousandth time today, and I am, of course, pecking away at my little laptop listening to The Piano Guys and thinking of what to write about.

So, over here, it just rained and the puddles were huge! To a person who is from a desert, that is insane! (well, we do have flash floods, and then we have crazy puddles that are like lakes...so I dunno...maybe I shouldn't be as surprised as I was....xD) But it doesn't rain there that often.

My computer keeps spazing out because it wants to save this post AND play music at the same time. It is so touchy. The internet that I am using is really slow and horrible. I guess I should just wrap this up, then, because I want to listen to my music AND I have a smashing new story that I am working on! :D

Until next time, my little fishies! xD

~Evening Star

New Players and Styles (How Weird!)

Hey, I forgot to tell you guys that I got a haircut! :D I also painted my nails (myself; I've never even dreamed of having a manicure!), and Charlie is sitting on my lap. He is such a fuzzy kitty. :D

Anyway, about my hair. I got 4 inches cut off (my split-ends where THAT bad! :b), and minor layering at the bottom so my curls will be everywhere and not just at the end. I also got side-bangs. Yep, like the rest of the world. xD They are a bit past my chin, though, so they still tuck behind my ears when needed. Other than that, it is just the same old hair.

The reason I painted my nails is because I am trying to quit biting them. I hate that I bite them. Why would a person do that? I bet you think it is because I worry a lot or something, right? Well, no, that isn't the reason why I bite my nails. It is because they are so horrible thin. They break when I do anything. Seriously. SO I bite them off because I never carry anything to cut them with. Well, recently, I have been carrying around some clippers, but a) it is kinda embarrassing to be filing your nails in class  b) it didn't really help, the file breaks my nails because they are so frail and c) I wanted to have nails, not stubs, so I wasn't willing to keep them cut off. Instead, I settled for painting them. BRIGHT red! :D If I could find my other fav color, I would paint them that, but since I can't, :b I shall have to look through my room.

In case you had no idea, this post is scheduled because I have to be somewhere at 7 am tomorrow (won't say where yet, it is kinda of a surprise, though not very exciting) and won't be home until extra late because it is an all day thing. So yeah. :b

Oh, just now I replaced the dead SCM player with hypster, which puts its ad on it AND leaves a white gap. :b I miss SCM, but the glitch in it is WAY worse than this. At least you can see my blog! :b

I better go to bed now, before I get another idea of something to talk about and stay up the whole night. xD

~Evening Star

Victory! :D

 I DID IT!!! :DDD I reached my goal again! :D So I cheated a little, sheesh. ;) But I still did good! I am so happy! In honor of THIS occasion, I am going to give you a sneak peek at an upcoming review. It is a book called 'Seraphina', a name which I happen to LOVE. WAY good book, by the way. Quite a different take on things. Anyway, wanna read my embarrassing comment on the author's profile on Fig? Yeah, I knew you would.

Started reading your book, not realizing what year it was published. Then, I see you on this site, and I'm like, WOW! You are right here, and the book is not old nor written by a stuffy old man or woman who sits inside with a roaring fire in the middle of summer gathering dust on their shoulders. Since I desperately need help with my novel, could you please read 'Playing with Time'? Thanks so much! ~Evening Star

Yeah, I think I need to be instutionalized.....xD I think she will hate me forever after. xD

Anyhow, I am gonna go eat ice cream because in the words of Ron, "Oh, NOW I can relax!" I'm such a nerd. I hate Ron, and I just quoted him! D: I should die. Or just eat ice cream. Whichever comes first. I think I'll take the latter. Bye! *dies while eating ice cream* *lifeissounfairlikethat*


~Evening Star

My One True Friend

I've had this on Figment, and I just realized I never put it on here. xD

It was that summer that I realized. I couldn't believe my mind. I walked across the room, looking at the scatter contents of my desk. I scanned over the paper in front of me, realizing that this moment was true. It wasn't so much that she was visiting me (for she did that often enough), it was more...me. 

Hearing the crunching sound of car tires running over the gravel driveway, I spun around suddenly, knowing that I would have to face her. Setting the paper down, I went toward the window and pulled back the silky white curtains, unveiling the car of Susie Jenkins. She now had a black limousine, sleek and refined, and I felt a sense of guilt pang in my heart. She credited it all to me, all of her fame and fortune, and even her husband. But somehow, I felt that I had not helped her; only hindering her in every way possible. I had , laughed at her, scorned her, and this sweet, innocent country girl had taken every slanderous comment as the most beautiful compliment. I, Elsie Grey, had laughed in her face, and she had generously forgiven me, unable to imagine that I could say anything even remotely horrible. Shame was flooding through me, and the worst part, the very worst part of all, was that she forgave me, every word, every action. 

I couldn't let her wait any monger. I had wait years to admit this, and after years of Susie nearly breaking her back to gain this very title, it was time for me to say it; to myself, and to Susie. My heart leaped into my throat at the thought, but I knew that it was time. Opening the door, I looked back at that beautiful letter of friendship that Susie had written to me years before. And I knew. I knew I was ready. And I left the room to greet my one true friend throughout life, my one true friend, Susie Jenkins. 

I'll even put the link so you can see the awesome praise I have gotten. :)

http://figment.com/books/517785

Should I continue it?

~Evening Star

Free

Really great stuff about letting go of hurt! :)
http://figment.com/books/541032-Free

~Evening Star

Leaf

Althoug weirdly named, this is an awesome story! It is less the plot and more the point that I love about it. It gives me hope when I think I can't do things. I t makes me feel empowered. The whole leaf idea is awesome! :D
http://figment.com/books/470440-Leaf

~Evening Star

Bringing Fig to Home

Really great idea to combine my distraction and my deadline. xD This short story centers on bullying. I don't know about you, but that is the one that can really and truly make my blood boil. I HATE it. However, I am not very good at protecting myself. Oh! You can read the story here, guys.

http://figment.com/books/529535-The-Girl-With-the-Untied-Shoe

Good, right? I'll be back with another one soon. Hehehe...........


~Evening Star