College Stuff

I recently applied to a couple of colleges. That was December 13th. I was fairly certain that I would probably get in. I have pretty good grades--mostly As and a few Bs. But I failed a class. So I wasn't sure how that would affect my getting accepted. I applied online, and the site said that it would take 2-4 weeks for them to make a decision. I tried not to worry about it too much.

Yesterday I got some stuff from a couple different of schools. One of them was from one of the schools I applied to. My mom saw it and said I should open it. I'm thinking, Mom, it's been less than 2 weeks. It's the 24th. Don't worry about it.

But I opened anyways, just to please her. I figured it was no big deal. I had already gotten a ton of stuff from that school. Basically, the stuff I had gotten was just information about the school. Once I had the envelope open, I took out the papers. I started reading.

"Congratulations..." I wasn't sure what they were talking about. Congratulations for what? Then I continued reading. I got accepted! It was a pleasant surprise. I was expecting a confirmation that they received my application. But I got accepted.

Even better?

I got a scholarship. $12,000 a year for 4 years. I checked online, and if I maintain a 3.1 GPA or higher, it increases by $500 each year (if I read it right). And we haven't even done the FAFSA yet. So I can get even more financial aid.

This school is my second choice, but I'm still happy. I got in. :)

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

My Letter to Santa

It's posted! :D

http://community.sparknotes.com/2010/12/23/a-sparklers-letter-to-santa

Amasis thought I was crazy for writing a letter to Santa...

Santa and Yoda

After some reflection, I realized that my blog was beginning to sound like the Never Been Kissed columns. I think it's pointless to have that many. So I'm avoiding that kind of topic. And I have good news.

I'm getting a post posted tomorrow on sparklife! I'm excited.

I wrote a letter to Santa. I showed Amasis. And she laughed at me.

I also showed her the origami Yoda I made. She laughed at that too. :( I spent over an hour folding that thing, and she laughed. Well, here is a picture of it. It looks better here, 'cause I edited the colors on picnik.

Yoda, it is.

You like?

His hand is deformed 'cause I couldn't tell what they guy was doing in the video...but it's still awesome. I made it for my dad for Christmas.

I probably won't get on again before Christmas, so Merry Christmas Everybody!!

Merry Christmas

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Joe

I went to youth group last night. There is another guy that goes to the same youth group as Bob as me. We'll call him Joe.

It was my friend's birthday yesterday, so we had a "surprise" birthday party for her. (she knew about it) So we watched To Save a Life (good movie). Normally, youth group gets over at 8:30 but we leave closer to 8:45. Yesterday, it went really late because of the movie. We didn't leave until about 10:00.

A few people had already left. Most everybody else went into the back room. Amasis and I were one of the couple of people out in the main room. Bob and Joe were there too. Bob was playing the drum kit (he can play the drums too) and Joe was dancing like a spaz...Eventually we all left. Amasis and I had to ride with our leader because we didn't have any other ride. We got into the van and waited for everyone to leave the building. She has a really big van. Amasis and I sat in the middle row. When we getting ready to leave, Joe came over. He needed a ride too. He couldn't get to the back seat because there were guitars there. So he sat in the middle with us. But there were two separate seats on either side of the van. So he ended up sitting in my seat with me.

There wasn't much room so he said I could sit on his lap. He said something like "tell Santa what you want." We left and started heading home. It was snowing that night and the van slid on the road. All of a sudden Joe grabs me and pretends that he's scared. So we're in this small seat and he gets closer by hugging me. Then after awhile he sat in my lap and pretended that I was Santa. (I'm pretty sure I look nothing like Santa) He turned to me and said, "I want a pony for Christmas. But it's gotta be pink. And I want a red ryder bb gun." (what's special about a red ryder bb gun?) Then he decided it was weird to sit on my lap since he was taller than me.

Today, I saw him at school a few times. Amasis and I walk together and every time we passed him, Amasis said, "I want a pink pony." She was going to tell my parents about it, but after some threatening peaceful negotiations, she agreed not to tell them. My dad would pick on me so much if he knew. Amasis almost told my mom though. We got home from youth group and she told my mom that she wanted a pink pony. My mom didn't know what she was talking about. Amasis almost explained it to her.

Then at swim practice today, Amasis asked if I wanted a pink pony for Christmas. I told her I could use the bb gun. And I had a target in mind... Another of the swimmers overheard the part about the pony. She said that if I got a pony, she would invite herself to come over to our house.

I ended up hearing the phrase "pink pony" close to a hundred times today. That's only a slight exaggeration.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.
-Amarantha93

Bob :)

So I go to a youth group. I started going March of 2009. July 2010 I stopped going for awhile. I went on a missionary-trip-type-thing. Early in November I started going again. I walked in and saw a bunch of people I didn't know. There were guest speakers that night.

One of the people I didn't know had a guitar.
My thoughts: He plays guitar! That's so cool! His guitar strap is so much cooler than mine.

Then he started playing.
My thoughts: Wow! He's really good!

Then he started singing "How He Loves" by David Crowder Band. He sounds almost like the singer, except he has an accent when he sings. *sighs*
My thoughts: He can sing! Really good! *sigh*

I'm guessing that he was one of the guest speakers since I had never seen him before. I was resigned to never see him again. The next week I went back to youth group. He was there again! We'll call him Bob from now on.
My thoughts: Bob's back!

Bob's been there every week since then. And every week he sings a couple of songs before we start the lesson. Did I mention he can sing well? Once he finishes the songs, he goes and sits in the back away from everyone else. He doesn't join in any of the games we play, so I figured he was older. Maybe early/mid 20s.

And then last week I saw him at school. So there goes the 20ish theory.
My thoughts: Yay! He's not super old!

Then last week our leader had all of say our names, age, and what we like to do. He was joking and said a few different ages. He is actually either 18 or 19. So either one or two years older than me. Now for what he looks like. He is kinda tall. He has black hair and dark brown eyes. He has braces. He usually wears nice shirts--button up shirts--I've never seen him in a teeshirt. But he wears sort of skinny jeans. I think it's weird for guys to wear skinny jeans, but they are loose and  not really skinny jeans. But the rest of him makes up for it.
My thoughts: He has the things I like in a guy! :)

My ideal qualities in a guy: (this is what I like, but I'm not picky) the "X" indicates which qualities he has.
X tallish
X dark eyes
X lean (not really thin, but not overly muscular)
x funny (I think he might be kind of funny, but I don't know for sure, because he doesn't really talk much at youth group)
X same religious beliefs as me (super bonus)
X can play guitar (bonus)
X can sing (bonus)
X mature
_ interested*

*Unfortunately, I don't know if he likes me or not. We haven't really had a conversation yet. When we see each other at school, we smile at each other, but that's the extent of it. But that might be because we are headed in opposite directions.

Bob has all the things I like in a guy, plus some. *sigh* *stupid grin* :) I keep thinking about him all the time. And when I see him at school, it puts me in a good mood for awhile. *sigh* :)

*sigh* I must go now.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Hi :)

So I got my senior pictures taken last weekend. Or the one before. I don't remember..

You can check them out on facebook.

Which one is your favorite?

I must sleep, so that is all.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Random Note: Because of day light savings, I now can get to school after the sun rises. Unfortunately, this also means that the sun will be setting when I go home from school.

Writers Workshop 6

This is based off of my NaNo book. When you finish reading it, please tell me what you think about these characters.

Prompt: Begin with "I wish someone had told me..."

***

I wish someone would have told me that leaving was so hard. I turned around in the passenger seat of the car. I could see Dan out of the back car window. He was standing at his window. He had the curtain pulled back, and he was watching the car drive away from his house. I waved at him. Then I remembered that the car windows were tinted. Dan would not have seen me wave. He probably will think that I left without even saying bye. He looked as sad as I felt.

I turned back to the front of the car. I felt as though someone had reached out and taken a chunk out of my chest. I felt hollow. It felt like there was something missing. And there was pain. Lots of pain.

I wanted to blame Doyle. He was the one who was driving the car. He was the one who convinced me to come.  But it was still me choice. In the end, I was the one who decided to go. But that didn't mean that I was happy. I was anything but happy.

I felt a tear roll down my face. It left a cold wet trail on my cheek. Doyle looked over at me. "What's wrong?"

I wiped my face and sniffled. "Nothing."

"Don't lie. Revelations 21:8." He's referencing the Bible? I've been Lutheran for my whole life, but Doyle didn't seem like the type who would go to church.

"The Bible?"

"Yeah. Does that surprise you?"

"Kinda. I mean, you grew up as a necromancer, right?" He nodded. "I just don't get how you could believe in God if you grew up seeing dead people."

"Yeah. I had my near death experience when I was five. If you see ghosts and zombies at that age, you need something to keep you from going crazy."

"And give you hope that there's something better out there."

"Exactly." After that, we sat quietly in the car for awhile. Neither of us said anything for almost an hour. But you can only take so much silence. Even when you feel like you are dying inside.

"So what exactly are we doing? I got the whole 'save the world' thing, but what are we gonna do once we get where we're going?"

"First off, it's not like a superhero saving the world from a meteorite or something. We're just stopping the apocalypse." "Just stopping the apocalypse"? "Second, we're going to Iowa. Third, we are gonna teach you how to control any spirits that you summon. We both know that you're not exactly the best at that." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Iowa. Why Iowa? What's so special about Iowa?" I asked.

"There is a lot of cows and corn."

I punched him arm. "No. I'm serious."

He laughed. "It's practically in the middle of the United States. So there is a base there. The location makes it easier for us to meet."

I tried not to think about all the possibilities why a bunch of necromancers would have to meet. This time, one of us got too power hungry, tried to take over, blah, blah, blah.

The other day, I was just walking home from a friend's house. Who knew that I would die? Who knew that my world would get tuned upside down? Who knew that I was going to try to save the world from zombies. Without meaning to, I started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking. When I go back to school next month, it's going to seem so weird. Someone is going to ask, 'What did you do over break?' Then I'm gonna say, 'Nothin' much. I just kept zombies from eating your brain.' Could you imagine that conversation?"

"Hmm. We could have fun retelling that story." Doyle was faking enthusiasm. "Too bad we can't really tell anyone about it."

"Yeah," I said, "It would have made a pretty epic war story."

***

Words: 661

What do you think? Good? Bad?

Tomorrow's post will probably be the last time I post until December.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

I also have a video on youtube. I made it December of 2009...so it's been awhile...and I've made some changed to the book.

Testing...Testing...

I'm attempting something.

*30 seconds later*

It worked! :)

This is a video I made. I learned how to embed a video. It works so much better than what I tried before...

So this is "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. I had a better video for "Rebirthing." But I had to audioswap. When I fix it, I'll post the video.

NaNoWriMo

So I'm doing National Novel Writing Month this year. I'm going to be very busy next month. I have Academic decathlon every day after school, except Fridays. Then I have sychronized swimming on Mondays. Then I have winter swim team practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So I don't have much time. I can't even write in the morning 'cause I have to be at school by 7:00 for PE. *wants to cry*

So I'll stop blogging in November. I probably wont be getting on gmail or facebook either. Unless I've reached my goal for the week ahead of schedule.

Anyone want to make a character for my NaNo book? It's about a necromancer. So your character could be a normal human, a necromancer, a villain, a ghost, a werewolf, a vampire, or a zombie. I have a brief summary and an excerpt here.

I'll probably do my next writer's workshop based off of this book.

Any questions?

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

Post Number 63

So I have had 62 posts before this one... more than I was expecting to have already...

And I have 27 followers, besides myself. 27 is my second favorite number. 10 is my favorite, because it's such a nice number. It mows the yard for it's neighbors, and it helps kittens that are stuck in trees--wait that's not what I meant. 10 is a nice number in math. You can easily multiply and divide by 10. And it's somewhat unique. The digits are neither prime nor composite. 

But I know most people don't like math as much as I do...so I have a real post.

About pets. I have three.

I already posted this on my blog, but I don't have any other non-blurry ones of her...

The first is a dog. She is named Snickers. We didn't name her after a candy bar. I'll get to the naming in a moment. We got her at the pound. When my dad went outside to get his checkbook out of the car, she started jumping on the door, because she didn't want him to leave. We ended up saving her life. No one wanted her 'cause she wasn't a puppy. The people at the pound had kept her longer than they should have. She would have only been around for a few more days.

After we got her, we went to Dairy Queen. At the time, my dad always got the same thing. A Snickers blizzard. So my little sister decided to name her Snickers since we were at Dairy Queen at the time. We have had her for 10 years.

My cute little blimp :)

The next pet we got was a cat. My neighbors babysit. They always have a lot of little kids at their house. One day, they chased a kitten under our porch. We tried to get out for quite awhile. A week later, after 3 cans of tuna and a can of sardines, we finally got the cat out. One day, my sister was playing with the cat and told my dad it was a girl and he never checked. A few days later, we found out it was a boy. And we named him Snuggles. He has several nicknames. All of which have to deal with his size.

Salazar McMuffin

My most recent cat was another stray. We were sitting outside, and he just came up to us. Then we fed him. And he didn't leave. Now he is a permanent resident of our home. We named him Floppy. He just kinda flops over when you hold him. He is a cute adorable little pest. He ate my sister's homework the other day...

I think he looks like a loaf of bread. He just kinda curls up on the floor, and he looks like a loaf of homemade bread. Or a cinnamon roll. Or a long john. Or a scone. I seem to think he looks like pastries. I call him Salazar McMuffin. The Salazar part happened when we put the harness on him. He was slithering like a snake. I decided that "slithering" sounded like "Slytherin,"so I called him Salazar. :) 

Writers Workshop 5

The prompt was describe a normal day in junior high. I used character from the book, and changed it to high school.

***

Aradia looked around. No one was at school yet. She couldn't sleep anymore, so she left early for school. her nose twitched as she peered through the bushes. Her whiskers brushed against the leaves.

When she was sure no one was around, she shifted. She was no longer a rabbit. She was now 5'7 with brown hair and blue eyes. She was human. Or, as close as she could get. She was a shifter, so technically, she wasn't human. She turned around and ran right into a giant grizzly bear. She didn't even flinch. She merely patted him on the head and said, "You're much more obvious than me."

The bear growled at her and then he shifted. Her twin brother was slightly taller than her, with the same hair and eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a polo. She had been a shifter for close to a hundred years, but she still didn't know what happened to clothes when you shift. She just kinda assumed that it had something to do with magic and energy. The change is because of magic, but the immense energy causes all the molecules to change. She knew from science class that matter can't be created or destroyed. It's just not physically possible, even with magic. She figured that the molecules in clothing and bodies changed. There was the obvious change into an animal, and the rest of the molecules kinda formed a cloud around them.

"Ah. shut up. You're just jealous that you can only shift into a little bunny," Sam said.

"Haven't you ever seen Monty Python?" Aradia asked, "I could totally kick your butt."

"Sure. Whatever you say." They turned to head towards the school. They had reached the parking lot when they heard a twig snap.

"What was that?" The twins quickly turned to see what it was. Then they saw something move. Aradia ignored the racing of her heart. She knew that if she admitted she was scared, her brother would disprove and tease her.

"Shh." Sam was indicating for her to be quiet, and he slowly started walking towards the noise. Silently, Aradia started following him. When they reached it, they realized that it was growling. It was a werewolf. A pretty big one. Luckily, it didn't notice them. It was too distracted to see them. Its distraction was a vampire. He was baring his teeth and snarling.

Neither species is necessarily evil. Just like humans, they can be either good or bad. They don't always hate each other, either. These two had a personal dispute, not a big family feud.

Genetics kicked in, and Aradia was no longer scared. She was ready to fight. Shifters are trained to fight anything that would harm humans. Centuries ago, before their time, Shifters were known as Watchers. They had taken an oath to protect and watch over humans because, for the most part, they are completely defenseless. And there are so many of them. Over three fourths of the world's population is human. It makes sense to keep them around.

"I hope they solve their problems soon, " Sam said, "It's not long until school's gonna start, and we don't want them to be here then." As soon as he spoke, Aradia knew he made a mistake.

The vampire turned to look at them. He titled is head to one side. Through the anger, Aradia could see his confusion. He was probably wondering what a couple of kids were doing in the forest. Then recognition was plain on his face. Then hatred.

The twins had meet this vampire awhile ago. It was a violent encounter that end in bloodshed. That was about 50 years ago. Aradia couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but she remembered the violence.

The vampire started running towards them. Aradia quickly jumped to the ground. She picked up a branch to use as a weapon. She was fighting with the vampire as the werewolf started heading towards them. it was so quiet, Sam almost didn't see it in time. The werewolf growled and lunged from the loam.

The vampire was punching Aradia. He snarled. She punched him back then spun around and kicked him in the chest. The werewolf's roar of pain distracted her. Sam had picked up another large branch. He had stabbed the werewolf in the leg.

Aradia could see the wood protruding from its leg, and she could see the blood pouring from the wound. The vampire stopped his attacks. He sniffed the air then started running towards the werewolf. Sam yanked the branch from the werewolf's leg, and used it to hit the vampire. It went flying backwards into a tree. A broken limb pierced his shoulder. The twins could see it sticking out through his shirt.

The wounded vampire turned and tried to run away. He couldn't go to fast since he was hurt. The werewolf had sneaked away while they were distracted.

"That's right! Run away!" Sam was acting tough now that they were gone. "They ain't so tough."

Aradia tried to hold in her laughter. Just another day at school.

***

Words: 852

You can still be in one. Just leave a comment. If I don't get more volunteers, I'll use book characters. If I do that, it will be stuff that kinda matches my book.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Random note: I got to do archery in PE today :)

R.I.P.

So, recently things haven't been good. My grandpa was in the hospital. Then he died. Then I had to go to his funeral.

Now, one of my classmates, Julio, died yesterday. Alcohol poisoning. What really sucks is that I really knew him.

My family was friends with another family. My mom and the mom of the other family shared maternity clothes. My sister spent the night at their house almost every weekend. Julio was friends with that family.

We had birthday parties together. I had a surprise party there. I walked into the backyard and they threw water balloons at me. Julio was there and we all had a water fight. We had a party for him. And had a food fight with the cake... My dad pinned me down and Julio shoved cake in my face. Up my nose.

We were all at the family friends' house one day. And we got into a duct tape war. We all taped each other. (I was excluded. I had a swim meet the next day)

Then yesterday my mom asked if I knew someone named Julio (she pronounced it jewel-E-O). I instantly thought of two. the one I was talking about & the smart one (he's a super-genius). We got home and she showed us a page on facebook. "Prayer's for Julio" (the apostrophe there bugs me...). Then later I get a text. It was a forward telling everyone to wear black. Then in school today, they had an announcement about him. His funeral is Saturday.

We weren't exactly friends, but we were friends with the same people. So we might go to his funeral.

That's all for today.

Writers Workshop 4

This is the last one for tonight. I plan on posting one each Wednesday.

***

Prompt: Describe a time that you hid from someone, or disguised who you were.

James looked around. The lights made it hard to see, but he couldn't see her anywhere. She wasn't hard to miss. She had red hair, and she was loud. Ever since they broke up, he could never seem to get away from her. She was everywhere, and she wouldn't stop texting him.

At one time, he thought she was the most amazing girl in the whole world. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world because he was dating her. Now he just calls her Stalker Ex-Girlfriend, or S.E.G.

She had been following him for days. James had heard that the state fair started today, so he figured that would be the perfect place to lose her. There were so many distractions. The lights, the music, the food.

James was looking at some tee shirts when his phone vibrated. He flipped it open and looked at the screen. He had a new text message. Oh, no. It's her. S.E.G. He looked around. He felt relief for a moment, until he saw the red hair.

She was facing away from him. He ducked down, trying not to be seen. It wasn't easy since he was so tall. He walked bent over until he came to a clothing stand. He bought a jacket, a hat, and some sunglasses. The new clothes made it feel like a detective. to complete the look, he grabbed a newspaper when he reached the book stand. He opened it and hid behind the paper.

"What are you doing?" James turned towards the voice. She looked about 17 with black hair and green eyes.

"I'm hiding."

"From  who?"

"My stalker ex-girlfriend."

She smiled. "You're being too obvious. I have a solution." He gave her a quizzical look. "First off, loose that coat and the paper."

"Okay. Now what?"

"Come here."

James glanced around before coming out from behind the shelves.

"Your ex is less likely to confront you, if you're with another girl." She took a step towards him and linked her arm through his. "I'm Tessa, by the way."

"I'm James."

"Nice to meet you."

They walked together through the fair. They rode most of the rides and bought some food to share. They only saw S.E.G. once. They had to quickly jump behind a clothing stand. James had really hated the past week. He was constantly worried about seeing his ex. Now things were beginning to look bright again.

***

I didn't use anyone for these, but I used character names from a book. I just finished Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare, and I used character names from that. Cassandra Clare is my favorite author, and I love her writing, but I hate how her books end in cliffhangers.

Words: 404

Writers Workshop 3

I didn't use one of the writing prompts this time. I was bored in French...again...so I started writing this in French class. I was flipping through my action planner (I don't know how many schools have these, it is a notebook-type thing that we write our assignments in) and I saw a quote in it.

"If you spell 'stressed' backwards, you get 'desserts.' Coincidence?"

So wrote a story based off of this.

***

Bruce looked at her phone. No messages. It had been five days since she was forcibly removed from her home. Her parents called it 'moving,' but she couldn't think of it that way. That sounded too nice. She felt so alone. None of her friends had called her of texted her in five days.

Now to make matters worse, she had a ton of homework. She wished Steph was there. There was no way Bruce could understand calculus on her own. She was attempting to do mathematical induction when the doorbell rang.

For a moment, she thought one of her friends had come to rescue her. She put her books off to the side and ran to the door. When she opened the door, she didn't recognize the girl standing there. She was holding something that looked the size of a plate, but it was covered, so Bruce couldn't tell what it was.

"Hey there." She looked friendly.

"Hi."

"I live next door. My mom baked you some cookies as a housewarming gift. I would have come over sooner, but I was at a science camp."

"Better late than never." Bruce opened the door wider. "Come on in." They walked into the kitchen. It was the only room that wasn't filled with boxes. "You can set the cookies down on the table."

"OK. I'm Sana, by the way."

"I'm Bruce."

"Bruce?" Sana looked confused.

"It's not my real name. My parents aren't that cruel. All my friends call me Bruce. Like Batman."

"It would be cool to be named after a superhero."

They stood at the table for awhile, not saying anything. After awhile, Sana said, "You seem kinda stressed. Is everything OK?"

"Yeah...it's just moving so far from home, I miss my friends."

"Well, you can consider yourself as someone with a brand new friend."

Bruce smiled. "That would help get rid of some the stress."

"You know what else would get rid of stress?" Sana asked. "Dessert."

***

Words: 329

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Writers Workshop 2

Prompt: A knock at the door catches you off guard. Upon answering it, you're greeted by a man who says he's from the future--and he can prove it. More important, he says he has information that will save your life.

***

 It was late Friday night. Was I out with my friends? No. Was I at the pep rally? No. Was I having fun? No, not unless cleaning is fun. I just finished my homework. I didn't even wait until Sunday to start it. I was so proud of myself. Now I was doing dishes-by hand. My parents thought it would build character and good work ethic. I figured if I got the house clean before they got home, then I might be able to go on that trip next week. Jen just got her license and wanted to take a road trip.

My phone started ringing.

Sana! u should totally b here!

-Jen

I texted her back.

I stayed home so I can go next week.

-Sana

awesomesauce.

-Jen

She'll be upset if I can't go. I'll be pretty mad, too. I was planning sites for us to visit, when I heard a knock at the door. Who would be here this late? All my friends were at the pep rally. I began thinking about movies about a girl home alone. Then a serial killer breaks out of jail. I gotta stop watching so many movies. ..

I open the door, half expecting someone with a knife or a gun. But all he was holding was a phone. It was about the same size as a normal cell phone, but it was really thin. About a fourth as thick as a normal phone. Looks high-tech.

"Uh. Can I help you?" He didn't look familiar at all. This was a small town, so you know everyone there. But I had never seen this guy in my life.

"Sana?" He looked up from the phone. It looked like he was texting.

"Yeah." I was confused, so I sounded like I was asking a question.

"Is that affirmative? Do you not know who you are?"

"Yes--no--of course I know who I am. I'm just confused. Who are you?"

"My name is Raghu. I'm here to save you."

Instead of telling him that sounded like something from a movie, I asked, "From what? That horrible jacket?"

He looked down at his jacket. "Crap. I knew this wasn't right." The leather jacket was way too loose around the shoulders. And there were way too many pockets. It looked like he was trying too hard to fit in. He mumbled something under his breath. something about "he's gonna pay for this." I guessed it was probably the person who gave him that jacket.

"So why are you here?"

"I already told you. To save save you."

I burst out laughing. "Did someone send you here? Is this a prank?"

"No. I'm from the future. I have important information that will save your life."

"Oh, really?" I decided to play along. "Do you have any proof?"

He checked his phone again. "7:42. 37 dead."

"What?" He picked up the TV remote from the table next to the door. There was a click then the news was on. I started heading into the living room, leaving the door wide open.

"We have just received a report of an accident on the freeway. A bridge collapsed. Several cars did not stop in time--" I looked at Raghu. He nodded back at the TV. "--37 casualties." I looked at the clock.

7:42.

I sat down on the couch. I just started at the TV for awhile. I blinked a few times then Raghu cleared his throat. I looked at him.

"You have to get out of here."

"What?"

"Like I said. I'm from the future. I'm here to save you. You need to leave. Right now." When I didn't move from the couch, he walked over to me. I thought he was going to try to convince me of something. But I was wrong. He checked his phone for the billionth time then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He started walking towards the door. When he started running, it got painful. My ribs hit his shoulder. Hard.

After we got outside, I stopped worrying about the pain. Because right after he set me down, the house exploded. I ducked down behind the bushes. I saw chucks of wood flying all over. The house was engulfed in flames. It kinda made me want s'mores.

Instead of asking for marshmallows and chocolate, I asked, "Why did you save me?"

"You're going to be important."

"What do you mean?" Was I gonna be rich? Famous? Would I find a cure for cancer?

"You can't know too much about the future." Then he walked away as I heard the sirens heading towards my burning house.

***

Words: 780 (last week 530)

Thanks to Jen, science, and raggy.

If you want to be in one. Just let me know. And if you want a specific name or description, just leave it in a comment.

If you offer to be in one, I'll probably use you again unless you request to only be in one.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Writers Workshop 1

I have this on my other blog, and I'm gonna post it here too, since I have more followers on this blog.

So I'm gonna try something. Hopefully this will help my writing skills. And I need to work on creativity, so I will do all of these fictionally.

Prompt: Write a letter to yourself that you will open in 6 months. Include accomplishments and concerns that you don't want "future you" to forget.

***

The lights stopped spinning. I was laying on the ground. What happened? Then I remembered. I used the professor's time machine. He told me not to, but I did anyways. I was going to use it to warn myself. I could help avoid the apocalypse.

Time is tricky. The whole space-time continuum thing. You have to be careful when interacting with the past. Ever hear of the butterfly effect? If I saw myself today, I could ruin everything.

I went back 5 years. I only needed to go back four and a half years. But since I can't just initiate a conversation with myself, I planned on writing a letter. I would leave instructions to open it later. I lived in the same house for over five years, so I still had the key. I wrote the letter and walked home.

On my way home, I ran into someone. "Oh. Sorry." Then I looked up. He looked the same as he would five years later. But he would let his black hair grow out longer in the future. His face was smooth. No facial hair and he didn't have the scar yet. He knew me in the past-or his present, I guess. But he wouldn't recognize me. I used to have long wavy blonde hair, but I had chopped it all off into a chin length bob and I died it black.

It would have been bad if he would have recognized me. He would have kissed me and walked me home. That's what you do with someone you're dating. Six months after the present date, we would get married. Nine months after that, we would have the twins, Rose and Mary.

Sadly, that couldn't happen. I regretted what I had to do. He was the reason I was in the past. We both worked for the same company. He work in Genetic Studies. He was going to create a genetic weapon. It would be injected into expecting mothers. Their babies would have several genetic alterations. They would be perfect weapons. Nothing could hurt them. Not disease. Not fire. Not suffocation. They would be invisible. I couldn't let that happen.

I finally reached my house. It was a small, one floor building, but I had lived there my whole life. I walked past the flower bed and opened the door. I walked into the kitchen. There was a small cupboard next to the sink. I always put important documents there. I had altered it so it would be water proof and fire proof.

I put the paper in the cupboard. I looked around and then I left.I thought about the note and I hoped my past counterpart would understand it. I was going to break my own heart.

To: Me

From: Me

WARNING! Do not open until March 8, 2011.

I know this will be hard to understand. Today you are supposed to get married. Justin won't be there. He loves you. He would do anything for you. But he won't be there. Your kids won't exist. He caused the end of the world.

I hope you understand why I had to kill him.

I'm sorry. It's for the best.

***

So, it's not exactly what it had asked for...but do you like it? (do you like the story itself? Do you like workshop Wednesdays?)

I'm pretty sure these workshops will help. I've looked back at my past writing for my book. I started November 2009. The stuff I've written recently is a whole lot better than the stuff I wrote back then.

Should I continue the writer's workshops? And would you like to be a character in one?

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Advice

So I need advice/support/something.

I already had a post about moving, so I don't have to explain that again. (But we are gonna do swim team! So, we are probably gonna stay for the rest of the year.)

So the part I need help with. My sophomore year, I got a boyfriend. My first and only. That was March-ish. We dated for about two months. Then we broke up since I was going to be moving. That following September, we missed 3 weeks of school since Minnesota school started later. We had a long-term stay at a hotel. We were getting registered for school. However, they would not let us go to school, because we did not have a permanent residence in Minnesota.

So, we went back to school in Iowa. After missing 3 weeks of school. That make up work was so fun. *sarcasm hand* This is where my problem really starts coming in. People constantly asked "Why haven't you moved?" "Are you gonna move?" etc. Two years of that. >.<

So I have a friend. She is the one who got me and my ex-boyfriend together. She keeps making comments about him. Today, we were partners in a class. And she mentioned him again. She said something about how we broke up 'cause I was moving, but I'm still in town.

So I feel guilty.

When we were dating, he said stuff about how he never "felt like this before" and stuff. I liked him, but I don't have strong feeling about anything (even the dog that bit me. I don't hate it). So either he was exaggerating,  or I just didn't feel the same way. But he was a great guy. He wouldn't try to make me do anything I didn't want to do. And he was really sweet.

So do you think I should email Auntie? I've been thinking about doing it, but I wasn't sure how to word it with out being super long... or can all of you help me? Is it ok or bad that I feel guilty about breaking up because of the move...but I haven't actually moved?

Or do you have any comment about any of it?

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

random note: I'm going to a Halloween store. And I get to buy a costume! (I haven't had a costume in about 10 years...) And I get to hand out candy.

Any suggestions for a costume?

Senior Pictures

So I am a senior this year. And I need to get senior pictures taken. I've been getting a bunch of mail from colleges and photography businesses. I saw the price. Um...yeah... $300 to get my picture taken then an additional $100 or more for the pictures themselves!? My parents didn't want to pay that much. So they suggested taking them instead of a professional. I wanted to do that anyway.

So I need to get them taken soon. If I'm gonna have outdoor pictures, I need to get it done in the next couple of weeks... Does anyone have suggestions? What are some poses that you like? Where would you suggest taking them?

I had planned on blogging about the funeral...there were a lot of car related problems...I might still do that. Probably. Maybe.

I think that's it for today.

*wants to go to bed*

*resists the urge to use the keyboard as a pillow* I don't think that would be very comfy...

Oh. Wait. I have a few new posts on my other blogs.
This has some stuff that I would like suggestions for.
Skillet music.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Friday, September 10

I just posted this on my other blog, and I didn't feel like retyping it, so I just copied and pasted.

I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to do a post yesterday.

My grandpa was put into the hospital on July 20th. My parents, my sister, and I have gone to visit him every weekend since then. A few weeks ago, he got put into Creighton University in Omaha, Nebraska. On Wednesday, He got put into ICU. My dad and his brother traveled 6 hours that night to pick up my sister and I. We missed school on Thursday. We missed school on Friday. I did not have a computer, so I couldn't post anything.

It might be awhile until I post again, 

He got put into Hospice last night and they took away all of his medications. We had to go home tonight and take care of our dog and our cats. About 10 minutes after we got home, my dad got a phone call. My grandpa was getting worse. 10 minutes after that we were getting our stuff packed up to head back to Omaha. Then my dad got another phone call. My grandpa died at about 7:40 tonight.

My grandma is going to be living with us for awhile. I don't know how long. And I don't know when I'll be able to post again.

Goodbye for now.

-Amarantha93

Story Time

I was gonna add this in my post about the "move," but I didn't really have room...

It's completely unrelated...but who cares?

Now sit back and read the story about my life.

*cue story time music...is there even such a thing?*

Once upon a time, there was a guy. He grew up in Nebraska. Then he lived in western Iowa. He was kinda like a doctor. He saved lives daily. He also drove across the sate a lot...I don't know why, but it's important to the story. One time he was in eastern Iowa. He met a girl.

They fell in love.

August 1, 1992 they got married. July 27 the following year, their first baby was born. (me!) Now, 'cause I'm so amazingly awesome, their lives were filled with happiness. But wait! every story needs a villain. In this story, it is the insurance company. They claimed that I was a preexisting condition. (so my mom was pregnant before they were married) The insurance people refused to pay for me.

Stop right there!

*rewind*

August 1 is 5 days after July 27. So start at August 1...July 27 is 360 days later. So that's almost 12 months. 5 days short of 12 months. So that means my mom was pregnant for over 360 days! *gasp* I'm a mutant baby! (my parents really do call me that)

Run! It's mutant baby!

So my dad probably called them idiots...in not so nice words...he is not known for his diplomatic skills...

They got it all fixed, and the insurance paid for me.

*cue end-of-story-time-music*

That's my story. My life story. Until I was a couple of months old...

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Random note: two post's in one day! Yay me!

The Move

Awhile ago, I posted a personal witness back in April. It was about moving waiting to move.

I had planned on posting about it, but I forgot about it until now...

So let's go back to prehistoric times, when dinosaurs ruled the world...uh...not that far. How about 1987. My dad worked at a hospital. He was a paramedic. You know, in movies, someone gets hurt and they go in an ambulance. And there are the people/"doctors" there. That's what my dad did. Then he ended up being the engineer (not the train kind). He was in charge of a bunch of people. And we had some pretty sweet hours. He was paid yearly instead of hourly. So he got to leave whenever. So he went on field trips and stuff with my sister and me.

Then in October 2007 he got a new boss. This guy is an idiot/jerk/other impolite names. He wanted to do some stuff that wasn't exactly legal. He wanted my dad to sign something saying that he had checked some safety stuff. But he hadn't done it, so my dad wouldn't sign the paper. That was a Friday. The following Monday, his boss came in to his office. He told my dad that he isn't a "right fit" anymore. My dad quit. After almost 20 years (a few months short).

Then my dad was unemployed for about a month. Then he got a job at Job Corps (like high school. you can get GEDs there). He worked there about a year. He liked working there, but he made a lot less money. Which really sucked. 'Cause we had to spend a lot on swim team.

(I made a chart for it. And that's just me. double for my sister.) *disclaimer* that's for everything we did. not just one year

So less money sucked. Then December of 2008, he got a job offer. A big promotion. Making twice as much as he was at that Job Corps. Unfortunately, there were only 3 places with the opening. Oregon, Texas, and Minnesota. We live in Iowa. So no matter which one he picked, we would have to move. He asked us which one we wanted. They each had pros and cons.

Oregon
 +near the ocean. I've never been to the ocean.
 -halfway across the country
Texas
 +I have a guy friend in Texas. Who I don't get to see often.
 +there is an OAFC group there. Mine has died :(
 -halfway across the country, but at least the same time zone
 -aren't there hurricanes there?
Minnesota
 +my dad's brother lives there. In the town the job was in.
 +there is an OAFC group there
 -uh, there weren't really many negatives...but it's still a move...

My dad ended up picking Minnesota. He's been living with his brother since December 2008. Six hour commute every weekend for almost two years.

We've been trying to get moved up there for the whole time. Our house wont sell though. :( So we've been stuck like this for quite awhile...

Now I don't know if I want to still move. I want my family to get back together. And I'll probably be going to Minnesota for college, and state residents get cheaper tuition. But, this is my senior year. I have been going to the same school for my entire life. I don't know if I want to go to a new school for my last year of high school...

So this turned out longer than expected...and I even left out a part I wanted to add. It will be in my next post.

And now you have seen a little intimate piece of my life that I have never told anyone about. (at least not the whole story) You should feel special.

Hoping it turns out for the best,

Amarantha93

Random Note: I love the Newsboys. :) 

Rejection

So I sent an article in to sparknotes. About band Camp. Unfortunately, a post about band camp was posted the next day...and it wasn't mine. :(

Mine was rejected because someone else had it first. :(

So, I'll post it here.

***

School and football are about to start. For my sister and me, this means that we have band camp. This is what happened on the first day.

 

12:00 I lost the sheet that had the times for camp. So I had to text my friend to see how long it would last. I'm thinking it will be an hour, maybe two. No. He told me camp is from 1 to 5.

12:15 My alarm goes off to remind me to leave.

12:30 My sister and I start walking to the school. By the time we get halfway there, I realize I forgot my water bottle. Which is unfortunate in 95 degree weather (heat index 111).

12:40 We get to the school. We head to the band room, which is one of the only rooms with air conditioning at our school. My sister and I sit down next to each other (We are the type of sisters that actually get along...most of the time).

1:00 After sitting in the band room for about 20 minutes, I finally cool down. The teacher takes attendance and gives a few announcements. He tells us we are scheduled until 5:30 but if  we get thing done, we could leave by 4:30.

1:20 We finally start playing. We were supposed to start at 1:00.

1:40 After practicing the national anthem and the school song, we start playing songs from Green Day.

1:55 We have an extremely strong low section. I was sitting right in front of them, and it got loud. This resulted in many shouts of "I can't hear you!"

2:17 We start playing Lady GaGa music.

2:24 The band starts playing Bad Romance. I get lost from the very beginning and I fake played for the whole song. When we finish, I realize I was playing Poker Face. *facepalm*

2:26 My sister finally stops laughing at me.

2:34 We start the next song. My sister turns to me and asks, "Do you have the right song this time?" I resist the urge to growl at her.

2:45 We finish the music rehearsal for the beginning of camp.

3:05 The band meets outside to practice parade marching. We do the basics: forward, backwards, left, and right.

3:45 Some one gets faint from the heat. They get to sit out. I want to tell the drum majors that I'm too hot and I need to sit out, too.

3:56 We head back inside and start playing Lady Ga Ga again.

4:22 The teacher complains that his stool is too short. He wants the towel stool because it is taller.

4:23 We have stopped playing and the teacher starts giving announcements. We all think camp is over, so we all start packing up our instruments.

4:24 The teacher tells us that we are not done yet. Everyone groans.

4:28 The teacher finally finishes announcements. We play the school song again.

4:35 We are finally done! With 25 minutes to spare!

4:37 We leave the building. My sister head home where I plan on standing in front of the fridge with the door open.

 

Band camp was equal parts of playing and marching mixed with a lot of hoping we get out early.

***

So I was sad. But they said they would want to see new posts from me, so I'm working on it...

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Random note: Us veteran sparklers should have a reunion sometime on sparknotes...

Pills and School. Can you think of anything worse?

So I really hate pills. Really, really hate pills. I can take ibuprofen just fine. But those pills I got after my ER trip, I couldn't handle them. I had them twice a day for 7 days. The first was went done fine. But then I had problems.

For 10 pills. I had to take 4 glasses of water just to swallow the stupid pill. So twice a day, that gives me 8 cups (8 oz) of water for the whole day. I almost never just drink water. I have a glass of milk/juice/pop/etc. with meals. And that's it. So I was suddenly getting 8 glasses of water a day. This sudden big increase of water intake caused me to pee like a pregnant racehorse. When I told my sister that, she told me it was too much info...but it was annoying me! I was awake 3 hours and I had to use the bathroom 4 times! It's ridiculous!

Now I have taken all of the pills. So I don't need 8 cups of water to take them. So I have a sudden decrease in water intake. So I was really thirsty all day. >.<

It's rather annoying.

I also just started school yesterday. I'll talk about it later. And I'm writing about it for Sparklife. I also wrote 3 other posts. One was rejected (I already had it on here). :( If the other ones get rejected too, I'll post them here.

So, yeah. That's it for now.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93

Random note: Did I mention that I hate pills?

My First Trip to the ER

So there is this dog that lives on the other end of the block. It's a little white dog. It is constantly running around loose. It barks nonstop. My sister and I named it Denis. As in Denis the Menace. It is the most annoying dog I have ever seen. But I never hated that dog. Until Yesterday.

My sister and I were walking to the library. The house with Denis is on the way to the library. Denis was tied up to a tree between the sidewalk and the road. Its leash reached the sidewalk. My sister was walking in front of me. She walked by the dog and nothing happened.

So what does this have to do with the ER?

Well, when I walked by Denis, He bit me. Twice. Before you freak out, it wasn't that bad. There was a small puncture wound on each of my legs. One of them started bleeding. This was on the way to the library. Since it was small wounds, we kept going to the library. We returned and renewed books. Then we left. We walked home. When we reached the house with Denis, I walked up on the grass in their yard to avoid the dog. I'll eagerly go up to a Saint Bernard and pet it, but I avoided that dog like the plague.

My sister and I walked into the house. She helped pour some peroxide on the cuts. Then she texted my mom to tell her. My mom called back. She started freaking out. She left work early. When she got home, she called the cops. Ten minutes later, the cop arrived. Ten minutes may not seem like a long time, but I live three blocks from the police department. What took the so long?

When he finally arrived, he looked at my leg where I was bit. We told him that we had no idea if the dog had had any shots. He wrote down our names and my mom's number, then went to the house where the dog lives. The dog is going to be impounded for ten days. The cop recommended that we got to the hospital.

That's when I started freaking out. I was thinking they would have to take a blood sample, or something to check for diseases or something. And I thought I would probably have to get rabies shots. So I'm freaking out because I'm thinking they will use a needle on me. I absolutely despise needles. They are one of the few thing's I'm afraid of.

So we get to the hospital. We wander around trying to find the right area. When we finally do, the lady at the desk gets my name, birthday, and medical information. She prints of a paper thingy and folds the laminated stuff over it. Then she put it around my wrist. It's one of those bracelets.

It had a bar code on it. When I saw it I really wanted to go to Walmart to use the price checkers. I wanted to see if it would come up with a price for me.

So then I go into the ER. The nurse there treats the wounds. Then the doctor comes in. He checks it. Say's it will fine as long as it doesn't get infected. He leaves and another nurse comes in. She gives me a prescription (my first prescription) for an antibacterial medicine. It's a pill that I have to take twice a day for seven days.

And it is a HUGE pill. The only pills I ever take are ibuprofen. That's the little red pill. the white one is my prescription. It's not fun to take those pills.

So as long as I keep taking my medication, it won't get infected. Then everything will be all right.

Yesterday was my first trip to the ER and my first time of getting a prescription. All because I wanted to go to the library.

Au revoir. Je m'en vais.

-Amarantha93