FOREST FEAR

My hair flows over my shoulders in long trendils. My dress was once white and sparkled under the stars and moonlight. But here, it seems gray and is specked with holes and snags, both large and small.
I'm running, blinded by hysterical tears, though a forest. Twigs snap under my bare, dirty, aching feet. The Trees rustle as creatures of the night move about their forest homes.
I stop only for a moment to wipe my eyes and listen for him. I don't know if he has given up yet, though seriously doubt it. I'd say he has a pretty good motivation.
I have to strain my ears to here over my frantic panting. Yes. He's still coming. And he's getting closer and closer still. Quickly, I scan the heavy thickets of Cedar trees. Where do I run? I don't have time for a plan. I just need to get away.
I can here the gentle thumping of his feet on the forest floor. That is all the motivation my adrenaline needs to start pumping even faster. My feet kick off the ground and I'm moving so fast that I'm gliding, absolutely weightless.
I'm sure I've gone at least a quarter mile. I stop again and turn back to listen again.
He is there.
Panting and heaving. Sweat is beaded over his forehead and upper lip. His eyes stare straight into mine and hold me in a trance. Though he doesn't say a single word, his eyes talk to me, telling me, "Don't Move. Don't even breath." and I don't. I hold absolutely still as he raises a hand to my face and thumbs my smearing makeup away. My breath is shallow.
He knows how terrified I am, "shh..." is he trying to comfort me? He moves his hand up to my hair and combs it with his slender fingers, "Now," he starts, "all I'm asking is that you come with me quickly and quietly. Then I can take you home and you will never see me again. Please."
I stand there, afraid to speak.
His eyes turn soft, "I promise, I never let any one die when they're with me."
I muster every bit of sanity to murmurer one simple word, "Okay."
Me smiles and I am released from the hypnosis, "My name is Todd Filler, assistant to the eperor, even the all mighty Xavier Rawle, ruler of all of the land of Quering."

(sample of a story I'm planning to start soon! If you want more leave a comment!)

uh... k... just a quick update on my completely hectic life. I haven't had much time to do much blogging on the count of the school musical and other crap.
I entered and won a writing contest for the state of Utah. i get to go celebrate on Thursday.
I'll give you another heads up next week!

The Perfect Saturday Breakfast

Breakfast.
I love the word.
There are so many things that people eat for breakfast. Eggs, Bacon, Waffles, Cereal, Pop-Tarts, Oatmeal, Rice, Apples, Bananas, Grape Fruit, Toast, Pancakes, Sausage, ah... the possibilities are endless! But what's my favorite breakfast food?
Cinnamon Rolls.
They are the perfect breakfast. All rolled up into a tiny swirls of cinnamon blasts and white, gooey, icing. You can tell how yummy they are before they even come out of the oven! All through the house on a bright and jolly Saturday morning, a wispy, intoxicating aroma glides from room to room, tickling your nostrils. It screams, "CINNAMON ROLLS, THIS WAY!" it pulls you to the kitchen and you are unable to resist.
Then, suddenly, as you are staring in total awe at the oven that contains the precious treasure, the timer beeps. You jump at the sound and your soul swells at the thought that in just moments, not only will you smell them to their full potential, but that you will pull them apart with your fork and bask in pure Cinnamon Roll glory.
You automatically reach for a spatula to dish out the gooey treats. One by one they are place neatly on a plate. Your heart is jumping out of your chest. After a minute or two of letting them cool, you put one on to your own plate and make your way to your seat at the dining table.
Your dreams are shattered.
It seems to be happening in slow motion as you watch your true love topple to the ground. You cry out in agony as you jump back. Your eyes pool with tears as you bend over to pick up the now deformed and inedible Cinnamon Roll. Disgusted with the way the icing and gooey cinnamon feel between your fingers, you chuck it into the trash can with a elongated sigh.
You turn to your mother who is standing behind you cracking half a smile with her hands resting on her hips. Turning up your eyebrows and drooping your eyes you hold out the plate to her and she reluctantly takes it. Turning to the sink and wetting the dish rag, you clean up the goop off the freshly mopped tile.
Mom dishes up another Cinnamon Roll and takes it over to the table. You sit down, fork in hand. you stare down the confection and mercilessly devour it. Savoring the precious explosion of flavors that flow through your mouth.
This is bliss.

NEW BLOG

OK. I just opened this Blog. I have never had a Blog. To be frank, I don't really know what a blog is or it's purpose. I suppose we'll find out... I named my Blog "any old, typical non-sense blog of a teen girl" because... well, it fits me. It is typical because I am a typical whiny teenage girl. the part of it being non-sense is because I don't really make much sense most of the time.
Let me explain myself to you. I am 14 years old and I live in the town of Logan, Utah. I have a really awesome mom, (although, she's hard to get along with sometimes) a daddy, and a exceptionally adorable little brother. (I also have a dog, Roxy)
I love to hang out with my friends and have a good laugh or two with them. I listen to music all the time. I am an avid reader. My very best subject in school is English, and when i grow up i want nothing more than to be a writer.
OH! I would die to be a writer! I write all the time. Non-stop. I'm always trying to let any inspirations fly into my head. Although, I'm not a good writer. Any kind of writer is my goal, an author, a journalist, a poet, play writer, anything.
I hope that this blog can become my new best friend. I really do hope so!

Chao!