Wow, hi imaginary friends!

Hey, how long has it been now? Like 5 years? Well hey there(:
Yeah, I know, it's been a long time. I've been neglecting my blog that nobody reads! How sad. What a jerk I am. Jk lolol no one reads this shiz anyway(: So, the only reason I'm writing this is because I'm really excited! My story, To Never Fall in Love, is now on its way to being sold and published! Wow pretty crazy huh? Yeah I know, I didn't think it was that good either. But recently I got a few emails and offers and you know what? I get $150 for that baby(: Why this guy wants it is another story, but who am I go object? Besides, anyone could easily just steal it off of the website I posted it on (fictionpress.com) so I'm actually really glad he talked to me. Unfortunately there was a little mix up with him and this other dude who wanted it but in the end I chose the second guy, because he actually emailed me back -.- and because he actually read the story and enjoyed it, rather than simply "it caught my attention from a quick review" or something like that. Lame right? Just kidding! But I feel like it would be better dealt with in the hands of someone who actually read it, you know? Ugh but it's so horrible, I did an awful job of editing it and I was so bipolar in the writing of it that the whole thing is a wreck! But now it's not my wreck so I'm good(:
Anyway! That's all I wanted to say, other than that I'm rewriting that first thing I was working on, which means yes, unfortunately, I'm starting from the very, very beginning. And as painful as it is, I'm hoping it will be much better because now I have an actual storyline written out..(: So I guess we'll see how this goes eh? I'll see you later!
Sincerely, Michelle(:

Life Goals: Never Fall in Love

So I got bored of the last story.  I'll prolly start writing in it again soon... but in the meantime I started a new one(: I think I'll call it: Life Goals: Never Fall in Love.  Like?  Anywho, this is the first chapter.  Tell me what you think<3

Sincerely, Michelle(:

                “Oh Ari, you’ll never understand how thankful I am!  OMG he’s just perfect!  You’re like, the best!” A girl, Stacey McDonald, gushed to me one afternoon at lunch.  I smile and pretend like I care so she can run off to be with her new boyfriend, Ashton Witherton.

                I set them up, of course, and they won’t last, of course.  It always works that way, but they have such a great time together (or at least I convince them that they do) that everyone thinks it must be true love and they’ll last forever.  Morons.

                It’s not that I necessarily like watching people’s hearts get broken, or that I would ever actually admit to it, anyway.  The thing is, I find a sadistic pleasure in watching people cry over boys, only because it’s so pathetic.  I don’t have a boyfriend myself, not some loser high school kid, anyway.  Sure I go out all the time, but only with college guys.  All boys my age are just immature and annoying, but apparently the girls at my school are stupid enough to think they must be perfect because they brought her roses or took her to the movies.  Like I said before, they are all morons.

                 “Yo, Luke, you free Saturday?” Some loser who thinks he has a chance asked me.  I don’t even know his name.  Obviously he knows me though, (but who doesn’t?)

                I sighed and leaned forward to face him.  He’s actually pretty attractive, albeit cocky.  His short brown hair is spiked expertly, and his brown eyes are huge and puppy dog-like.  I’ve always been a sucker for brown eyes, and his are especially attractive.  I almost forget my witty retort.  Almost.

                “No,” I drawled, “I’m freaking expensive.  And you can’t afford me, so get lost.” His eyes look hurt, but I don’t know this loser and I wouldn’t go out with him if I did.  He’s not any different than any other idiot kid in this school.

                “You don’t know what you’re missing out on, kid,” he winks and walks away like I didn’t totally just reject him.  Whatever.

                Beside me I hear a girly laugh, I would almost say it’s flirtatious if I didn’t know any better.  Alyssa Malcolm, one of my best friends, is a cheerleader and her laugh is just naturally like that, I guess it’s in the job description.  Her flavor of the week is sitting beside her, holding her hand and looking at her like she’s a goddess.  Poor kid, he doesn’t even realize she barely notices him and he’ll just be replaced in a week or two.  “You totally just rejected him!  In front of his friends, too!” She giggles and leans into Whats-His-Name who wraps his arms around her possessively.

                Of course I know I just rejected him, hell-o, I was there.  Sometimes she can be so ditzy, but I’m used to it by now.

                “Well yeah, but could he honestly expect me to say yes?  Think about it Al, how often do I say yes to moronic high school boys?  No offense, uh…”

                “Gordon,”

                “Right, Gordon.  No offense.”

                “None taken,” he hardly even notices I’m talking to him, he’s so engrossed in Alyssa.  Point proven.

                “But come on, he was so cute!  And he like, totally digs you!  Plus, he has brown eyes,” she wiggles her eye brows at me, oblivious of Gordon’s jealous stare.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t an idiot.  Besides, you know I have a boyfriend.”  This gets whats-his-name’s attention, he must be one of those kids that loves to spread juicy gossip.  Not that it’s really juicy gossip.  I mean, yes, I am one of the most popular girls here, even if I’m only a junior, but it’s not like any of these people will know (or really care) who my new boyfriend is.

“Oh yeah, I forgot!  What’s his name again?  Jimmy?  Wait, no, James?”  Like I said, Alyssa is a total ditz.

“His name is Collin, remember?  I introduced you.” I’m trying to be patient with her but I’m kind of in a bad mood, stupid biology class.

Her eyes light up.  “Oh yeah, I remember him!  OMG he’s like, totally cute!  You guys are soooo cute together!  Ooh, wanna go on a double date?  We could like, go to, like, the movies or something and hold hands!  Do you wanna babe?” She turns to flavor of the week who nods eagerly, practically drooling on her.

“I don't know Al, I gotta study for this test in uh… math.” I try to think of an excuse but she’s not buying it.  Why can’t she choose a time like this to be opaque?

“Oh please, like you ever study?” She scoffs, “You’ll probably ace the stupid test anyway you braniac.  Come on, please?”

Just then my other best friend, Amber Kale, walked up to the table I’m laying on with her boyfriend, who she’s been going steady with for over a year.  Ariana, Alyssa, Amber, we’re known as triple A.  “Hey, Amber!” I say a little too perkily.

She smiles her sweet smile and sits down, Chris follows obediently.

“OMG, Amber, you can like, totally join us!  It can be a triple date!” Alyssa is literally jumping up and down in her seat now.  Shoot, I was hoping Amber would distract her.  “Okay, so I had this totally brilliant plan to go on a double – now triple – date with Ari and her uber hot boy toy and we can go to the movies and share popcorn and hold hands and make out and piss off the people behind us!  Wanna come?  Please, please say yes!” I really hope Amber says no, but she’s never been good at refusing Alyssa for whatever reason.

She looks like she’s about to say no, and I seriously hoped she would, but then her face falls in surrender and she looks to Chris pleadingly.  I’m not really interested in watching them ogle, so I close my eyes and stretch out on the table a little more.  The sun is shining down blindingly and warming my skin from my bare toes to my eyelids.

“Yeah, sure, let’s do it!” Chris suddenly says, apparently not taking Amber’s hint.  He can be such an idiot sometimes.  His booming voice startles a couple girls at the next table over, but we’re all used to it by now.  The kid’s the captain of the basketball team and one of the biggest partiers I know, strange that he and Amber have been together for so long, but I guess the saying opposites attract isn’t for nothing.

“Yay!” Alyssa exclaims and shakes my shoulder.  “Now you have to come!  It’ll be so fun!  Oh, I know, let’s all dress up like fancy people so the people at the movie theater get like, totally confused!  OMG that would be so funny!  What do you think, Ari?” I catch Amber’s eye across the table, practically begging me to go so she doesn’t have to be alone with Alyssa.  I sigh.

“Fine, but only because I’m freaking awesome and I love you,” I smirk at her and close my eyes again.  The bell rings, disrupting my peace once again.  Everyone groans and I hop off the table and get my flip flops from where I left them on the ground.  A note had been left on one of them.

“Oo-ooh, Ari’s got a secret admirer!” Alyssa giggles and picks it up before I can.  “’My dearest Ariana,” she reads out loud in an overly dramatic voice, “Thy beauty surpasses that of every rose on this Earth.  Thy hair is like a fountain of fire, thy body sculpted by an angel,” very original. “My heart soars to think of thee, and I may very well be the happiest man on the planet if thou wouldst do me the honor of going out with me?  Love, your secret admirer.’  OMG Ari, this is like, totally adorable!  I wonder who this kid is?  He must know you love Shakespeare and like, Romeo and Juliet and stuff!  OMG it’s just so romantic!” She gushed, folding the note dreamily.

“Of course I’m not trying out, I gave up on that a while ago.  Besides, Romeo and Juliet?  In a high school?  That’s almost as cheesey as that stupid note.” I grin at her and take the note delicately, then I tear it to sheds and drop the pieces on the ground.  I’m not totally heartless though, so I hope whatever sap wrote that didn’t see my rip it apart.  “And fine, I’ll go on this date.  But I am so not dressing up, and don’t expect Collin to, either.” I say when we get to our lockers, which are all right next to each other.

Amber’s locker is plain, only crowded with the essentials.  Mine is much the same, but with a mirror and some back up make-up just in case.  Alyssa’s, however, is covered in pink fuzz and pictures and posters of Zac Efron and Brad Pitt.  She even has a pair of shoes and a coat in there, “for emergencies,” she had explained.

Alyssa totally freaks when I tell her I’ll go on the stupid date.  I just hope Collin will want to go, too.

“This is going to be so fun!  And you know I was totally joking about the dressing up thing, I mean, that’s totally just silly!” I dab on a little lip gloss, barely listening to her chatter.

In math I slip out my phone while the teacher isn’t looking.  Miss Carmandy is a plump lady who wears entirely too much make-up and hates everyone under the age of 22.  It’s no wonder she isn’t married.  Hey babe, you up to going on a date with A/C and Lyssa’s flavor of the week?  I text Collin, scowling as my perfectly manicured fingers slide off the little buttons.

Do we have to?  Comes the reply.  Only if you want to, we can even hang out after, if you want. I know that’ll convince him, because I know he knows exactly what I mean.  Fine.  The answer is almost immediate, I smile in spite of myself.  Boys are so easy to please.

“Miss Luke, do you have something you’d like to share with the class?” Miss Carmandy demands, hands on her huge hips and glaring at me through her hideous glasses.

“No, ma’am,” I smile sweetly at her and blink my eyes innocently.  She grunts and continues with the lesson I’m not paying attention to.  I probably should though, because I think there really is a test coming up.  I sigh and put my phone away, ignoring the annoyed look of the girl next to me.

 The day passes slowly, but finally I can jump into my sleek red convertible with Alyssa and Amber and drive home.  We blast Avril Lavigne and let our hair down, letting the wind blow it all over the place.  Alyssa’s long blonde hair whips around her face and all over the seat, but she doesn’t seem to mind, laughing in glee and singing along.  Amber’s short black hair is the least crazy, mostly just blowing back and exposing her pixie face.  My hair is somewhere in the middle, not crazy long like Al’s but not so short as Amber’s and it’s deep amber, with a few gold highlights.  I like to tell myself that it’s pretty.

Once at my house, we whip out the nail polish and Doritos.  We put in The Notebook and get busy doing our toe nails and trying not to cry.  After the movie and our toes have dried, we snoop in my father’s room until we find a credit card.  I know he won’t even notice, he’s hardly ever home anyway.

We drive to the mall and run straight for Macy’s.  Al gets a strapless pink mini dress with silver pumps, Amber gets ballet flats that perfectly match her adorable deep blue dress that brings out her eyes, and I get a black leather skirt and a sparkly tank top.  I figure I’ll just wear it with my black heels.  Then we head to Bath and Body Works to get some new perfume.  We’re not concerned about how much money we spend, because if you can’t tell from my car, house, clothes, and random credit cards I borrow from my dad, I’m pretty stinking rich.

I pick Collin up because my car is so much cooler than his.  We can’t all be millionaires, right?

Amber and Chris are already there, standing in a corner whispering to each other.  We join them and talk for a while, Chris asks Collin about college sports and they get into a heated debate about if basketball or football is cooler, whatever.

“Obviously, volleyball is the best.” I say nonchalantly, interrupting Chris.

“Only if girls are playing,” Collin winks at me and pulls me close to him, kissing my lips tantalizingly.  I pull away slightly and kiss his nose, implying we can play later.

He feigns hurt then smiles easily and puts an arm around me.  Collin is cute, I guess.  His eyes are brown (obviously, I rarely even consider dating people if their eyes aren’t brown) and his hair is sandy blonde, almost brown.  It’s curly and longish, long enough to cover eyes when he’s trying to be sexy, which works.  He has massive muscles, which I also love.  It makes me feel petite, which I think is cute.

Finally Alyssa and Whats-His-Name show up, somehow managing to make out while walking in the doors.  The counter person shoots them a dirty look but doesn’t say anything.

“Ahem.” Amber says pointedly and they break up, red faced and only looking slightly embarrassed.  “We have a movie we’re about to miss, if you don’t mind.” She says in her curt voice and pulls Chris to the counter for popcorn.  We end up getting three small popcorns to share and ‘hold hands secretly in!’ and cokes.  We’re watching The Amazing Spiderman.  I heard the actor is hot.  Let’s hope that’s true if I’m going to have to listen to Lyssa and What’s-His-Name sucking face the whole time.

The movie ends up being pretty good, and the actor is hot.  But as I predicted, the lovebirds barely come up for air during the whole show.  I’d be surprised if she remembered what movie we saw at all.  Between that and Collin trying to seduce every few minutes, I was glad to leave.  Not glad, ecstatic.

After the movie, the sun is setting and I drive Collin (yes, I drive because I’m very protective of my baby.  My baby being the car) up to kissing rock to watch the gorgeous purple clouds set over the horizon.  I’d rather watch it, but Collin thinks just because we’re at the kissing rock means we need to make out every second.

Finally I just get irritated and drive away, trying to ignore him while he kisses my palm and up my arm to my neck.  While I’m driving.  Ugh, can you be more stupid? We get to my house and he lifts me up out of the car and into the house.  He’s kissing me the whole time and pulling my legs tighter around his waist, if that’s even possible.  We make our way to the couch and he pulls me on top of him.  It’s terribly monotonous, we do this way too often.  And he’s not even a good kisser.  He basically just drools all over me and tries to get my shirt off.  Like that's going to happen.

“Tonight?” He asks hopefully, slipping his hands underneath my shirt.

“No.” I say firmly and pull away, looking into his chocolate eyes.  I think that might be the only reason I’m even dating him, his eyes.

“But babe-“

“No.” There’s a note of finality in my voice even he doesn’t question.  Not long after, he leaves and I fix myself a dinner of frozen pizza.  Dad’s filthy rich but apparently not rich enough for an actual cook, though we do have a maid that comes in twice a week to clean the house.  Not that I mind much, I like frozen pizza just as much as any fancy aristocrat meal or whatever.

I settle with my pizza on my massive bed, pulling out my math textbook.  So I didn’t pay as much attention as I probably should have, but after I read the book I’ll know it just as much as anyone who paid attention in that class does, if not more.

I’m finished with my homework by midnight, and I go through my nightly routine to get ready for bed.  Clean face, brush teeth; the works.  Just as I’m finishing I hear the front door open and something crash downstairs.

Great.  Dad’s home.

This is early for him, but from the sounds of all the crashing and smashing going on downstairs, he must be pretty drunk.  I slink off into my room and turn off the light, so he’ll think I’m already asleep, as if he cared.  Eventually I hear him stagger past my door into his room down the hall.  The house is eerily quiet after his rabid destruction, and I can finally drift off to sleep.

Motivation? Check.

So I know I haven't said anything in a while, I even told my dearest friend Brittney that I was giving up on this whole thing!  And yet, here I am two hours later, writing a new post.  Why?  Well actually I'm not even sure, but I'm doing it anyway.(: 

Well my surgery went well, even though everything that could have gone wrong with the catheter and the other tubey thingy (I forgot what it's called..) did.  So that sucked... but I got majorly spoiled by my best friends and family, so it's all good(: and hopefully soon my back will stop hurting and I can stop popping the pills!  After that I'll be good as new(: better, even.  Yay!(: 

Anyway, update on the story(:  I am on page 76?  I think, but I'm too lazy to check right now, even though I'm probably gonna go write some more after I finish this(:  I haven't written anything since a while before my surgery, and that was a month ago!  I almost forgot how fun it can be!  Frustrating, yes, but fun anyway(: 

I recently read a FANTASTIC story on FictionPress.com thanks to Brittney(: and now I might be posting this lovely story I'm attempting to write on it too!  This is exciting, no?  So yeah, that's my new motivation to actually start writing again, cuz I took a pretty big break, I think so anyway.. but now I'm gonna go back to writing whenever I can(: which is often...cuz I never do anything.  Stupid surgery/: But I don't have to go to school for a while, which is a plus.(:

Well anyway I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive and writing!  And I'll probably put something up soon.

Sincerely, Michelle(:

Ok Seriously??

So writing one page on Microsoft takes about ten minutes right?  Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter.  Well I haven't written in a while and I was at page 79.  Then about two days ago I decided I would write some, I wrote three and a half pages and stopped.  Today I went back to put the whole thing on a flash drive, but guess what.  It was still on page 79!  Those three pages I typed didn't even save!  I know it's not a big deal really, but it still makes me really frustrated!  What if something like that happened again but on a larger scale?

Gah I'm so pissed off about this right now!  Even though it isn't even a big deal!  Because well I'm not very far to begin with, and now losing even three pages is totally screwing me up!  I had something I though might be really good going on and then I lost it all!  I just needed to rant for a minute cuz seriously, you have no idea how mad this makes me.  And besides that I'm just super stressed because I'm getting surgery tomorrow and I have to go to the hospital today to get some blood taken and some tests done, then I can't eat anything besides water and sprite and apple juice (which I don't totally mind(;) but still, it's kind of a stressful thing to be getting major surgery tomorrow when you're only 15.  I'm not excited.

But I do have some good news so we can end on a happy note!  Yesterday my fantastic sister took me to Ogden to a place called IFly Utah and I basically went skydiving!  Funnest. Thing. Of. My. Life!  It was awesome!  But my shoes weren't tied very tightly, so while I was in there spinning around one of my shoes flew off!  They had to stop the whole thing and wait for it to slowly float down.  It was so humiliating!  But at the same time it was hilarious and super fun(: Plus my instructor was a babe!  He was just a tad older than me though, like say, 11 years... But still, he was way cool!(:

Anywho I have to go to the hospital now. Adios!(:

Sincerely, Michelle(:(:

The Love scene(:

I know I'm skipping around a bit, but this is the first dramatic scene between the boy and the girl!  It's kind of at a random place in the book, farther than I've showed on here, but I wanted to share it(:  I think I did a pretty good job of creating the mood and whatever(:  I loved writing this because I think it's just adorable!  Tell me what you think<3

Sincerely, Michelle(:

            James is right behind me when I turn around, his finger pressed against my lips in a silent motion to be quiet.  I'm not used to being so close to people, but I don’t move an inch.  This is quite the unusual predicament, I stand and ponder the situation while I stare at him.  Until now I hadn't realized how much taller he is than me.  Here, with our bodies almost touching, he stands almost a full head taller than me.  If I stared straight ahead I would only see full, chapped lips.  I can feel his light breath on my face.  It smells like mint, and something else I can't place, something sweet, maybe chamomile?

            We stand there in silence for a long moment, staring into each other's eyes, his finger never leaving my lips, frozen in time.  I would be happy to stay here with him forever.  Too soon, the moment is shattered by the choking coughs of the person on the couch.  His eyes flit down, as if he only just noticed he was staring at me and I was staring at him.  His hand falls limply to his side and he returns to attend to the sick person.  I turn around and step away, too.  Blood rises to my cheeks and I blush in embarrassment, though I'm not sure why.  I'm still holding the doll and she looks up at me inquiringly.  I drop her on a nearby couch, face down, and look away.  Turn my attention elsewhere.

Should I even try to continue?

This book I'm supposedly trying to write, I have no idea if it's worth it.  Here's a little piece from the beginning.  I think I might just post little bits of it from time to time, just to get a second opinion.  Tell me what you think<3

Sincerely, Michelle(:

            It's so dark, I'm running, running as fast as I can, but I know it won't be enough.  I have to get there.  I have to get there now.  Blue and silver mist creeps up on me.  It swirls around me and makes it hard to see.  Soon I can't see at all, but I have to keep running.  I can't stop running, because then I would be too late.  I can't be late.  I have to get there before it's too late.

            They're chasing me now.  The mist and the darkness swirl together and hide them, but I know they're coming.  I have to get there before they do.  They're getting closer.  I have to run faster, but I can't.  I can't run any faster.  My legs don’t want to move anymore, they're full of lead and weighing me down.  I can't run anymore, but I can't stop.  I have to keep running or they'll get me.

It seems as though I'm running in water.  I'm so slow.  The water tugs at my legs and pulls me down.  It takes tremendous effort, but eventually I'm back up and forcing my tired legs to keep pushing, to keep running.  They're closer now, I can hear them breathing and whispering my name.  I have to keep running no matter what.  A long, snake-like tendril of vines comes out of nowhere and trips me.  I fall hard.  I'm on my face again, and this time I can't get up.  I know I have to get there, but now there's no time, and I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it…

            I wake up sweating and panting.  It was only a dream, nothing can get me here.  I'm perfectly safe.  I have to tell this to myself several times before I can finally drift back to sleep.

                                                                                                           

            Sunlight streams in through my window, practically blinding me as the maid throws open the curtains.  Soft light reflects off of white marble floors, making it hard.  I hide my face under the silken purple sheets and roll over.  Shoes click back and forth on the floor, making it impossible to sleep.  Sleep?  Yes, I've been asleep.  I had no dreams after I woke up last night, that’s a good thing, right?

            The little maid is darting back and forth, fixing every little thing out of place.  That explains the tapping shoes.  Her light brown hair is pulled into a tight bun, tied only with a pink bow.  The rest of her outfit is that of an ordinary household maid:  simple black dress and a white apron skirt.  The guards are usually very strict on what a maid can, and can't wear.  I'm surprised they let her have a ribbon at all, let alone a brightly colored one.  Her tiny feet dance across the floor.  She should be a dancer, not a lowly maid working in this cold, stone prison.

            "Princess, I've prepared a breakfast for you, and it's in the dining room.  Your riding clothes are freshly pressed and in your dressing room.  Miss Wilson is expecting you at eight in the courtyard." She speaks softly.  Her voice is so small and timid, it reminds me of a mouse.

            "Aurora. Just Aurora." I automatically correct her.  It gets really old when you have servants and maids and teachers waltzing around with their "princess this," and "princess that," it's not like I asked to be royalty.  It's seven o clock.  Great.  Here comes another day in the gloriously boring life of sweet Princess Aurora Hamilton.

So I kind of love writing...

I kind of love writing, and this is just going to be my writing journal(: Tell me if you like it!
Sincerely, Michelle(:

This is just a little something a wrote a little while ago:

 I could feel their cloaks brushing against my bare legs and arms.  Hear the shuffling of feel and rustling of soft fabric.  Smell their rank, musty breath.  They panted and drooled, hoping to taste my flesh.  A long yellow tongue flicked out and touched my skin.  Though it only touched for a second, it left a purple welt that immediately started oozing blood.  This only caused the rest of them to get angrier, as if it were my fault.

My legs had fallen asleep from sitting in the same cramped position for so long.  When i tried to stretch them, the muttering began.  The guttural, slurred gargles started quietly, but soon they were in an uproar of barking and spitting.  One sharp command from the captain shut them up.  This had been going on for a while now, probably hours, maybe days.  I had no sense of time.  I slept when i felt sleepy, and woke early because my dreams were no less frightening than the reality of my situation.

Occasionally I would be given stale crackers or a cup of moldy water, but for the most part, I starved.  It wasn't exactly a five-star hotel, but hey, I was alive.  For now.