if i could go back to my very first house i would.i miss having the big yard to run around in and playing with my sister. i hate change and i really miss how things use to be. i find it to be hard for me to adapt to new surroundings. i say this because i get attached to things and people easily and i love quick. i wish i remembered more about that house. it was in a neighborhood in Stafford. i think it was white oak Stafford or near it. i would truly give up so much to back and live my life there. the house was white with dark blue shutters. we lived at the end of a street with the round about thing at the end. i will always have those memories but i feel like ive almost lost them in a way because as we get older things change. Yes id go back but i love where i am now too. Being who i am today and the n arounf me i love it. If i never moved i wouldnt have met the people i know or have been friends with. My house now is great though. I enjoy it with all the nice people. I wish sometimes i could move now because ive lived in the house i live in now for 11 years. I want to have a new scenary.

Me and my sister are crazy. we are so close yet we fight A LOT. Megan is my 20 year old sister and she is my only sibling. One day i decided to put some color in my hair because i see a lot of girls had done it. I decided to try an "dip dye" my hair. Thats where you take cool aid and heat it up and put your hair in it so it makes it that color. Well when i did it i had just like professionally gotten my hair colored. That being said the kool aid took so quick in my hair. The kool aid color i used was fruit punch so it dyed my hair like fire tomato red. I was freaking out crying thinking my mom was going to KILL me. I ran up stairs and my sister was like what did you do. Sge looked every solution to fix it so she found that tooth paste makes it fade out so i scrubbed my hair with too paste and washed it at least 20 or more times finally it faded enough that i could say the hair dresser did it. It was a very crazy night for us both lol. In the end the good part i guess was my hair smelt like tooth paste .....

Well to start off with everyone says me and my sister look alike and i do not think so at all. Shes 20 years old and i am 16 years old. I mean don't get me wrong my sister is extremely pretty but i like to be me. I hate being compared to someome else and that happens to me constantly. I guess people just dont know that i hear that all the time. Its whatever though hahah. Megan and i are someone similar but still really different people in different ways. i think people think we look similar because her hairs blonde mine is blonde we have light skin and light eyes. Only thing is she is very short haha. Shes 5'1 and i am 5'5. Im actually pretty tall for my family because my father isnt very tall and neither is my mother. i look like my mom a lot. The funny thing is my sister looked identical to my mom when she was younger. I looked like nobody but myself. I think i some what looked like my father but my mom disagrees. I guess its not that to be told i look like Megan. It just confuses me because what people see to say we look alike is pictures not in person. my dad doent think we look alike. My mother does though. She says her "babies" are beautiful because she our mother hahah

My dog is huge!!! I love my baby Bentley is like my best friend! We have been together for 4 years now and he is the greatest big dog ever. He slobbers though which is rare for his bred. He is very fluffy and has a no tail. i wish he did. i dont like how people cut off their animals tails but he was like that when we got him as a puppy. bentley is like my best friend and i love him so much. He slobbers a lot though which is very rare for his breed. They are not suppose to slobber, My mom always says that she would pick the rare one out of his breed to come and live in this house. We didnt realize until he was about 2 months 4 months old that he slobbers Because he slobbers he is considered to be called "loose lips". He is very doppy and crazy all the time. He runs into doors and acts like its no big deal. Every night before he goes to sleep jumps on my bed and gives me a big ole kiss across my face and i give him a kiss and he goes to his room for the night. I love that boy.

I honestly hate school. The people are awful. I dont understand some of the work and teachers dont make it any easier. The only reason i even have energy to come to school is to attempt to learn something and to see people. I just get so tired of trying so hard and then i get a test or paper back and i bomb it. That tears my confidence down to an extreme so i pretty much just say screw all of this and get so irritated at myself for not understand or knowing the material. School to me is like a game. If you dont understand you wont make it and if you dont make it, you wont have a good life. School has so much stress on the students and i feel like teachers dont understand that so they all pile homework on at the same time not knowing. I just dont understand why they give us so much homework and then grade so harshly considering some of us may not have understood the homework that was given. At the end of the day as a student i guess we just need to continue to try our hardest and if we get knocked down to get back up and keep trying to strive forward.

When i was a little girl i would always walk around in my moms shoes. I loved feeling like i was like her. My mom is my inspiration and i love her. She use to catch me in her closet all the time and she would just laugh and shake her head. I would come down stairs and would wanna walk out the doors and only sometimes she would. My mom and i where very close we still are. I still like to wear her high heels to be honest. That drives her crazy. My dad and me one time went in there and put her heels on and walked downstairs just to see her reaction. I loved to feel older in her high heels. I always felt important or older. My sister would just give me weird looks. I was the only child of my moms that actually dressed up in her things. My sister played with dolls. She was boring. My mom use to say i wasnt having fun unless i was getting in trouble, That was probably true.

I hate eating lunch at school. Lunch to me is like a whole other class. It takes forever and not everyone eats lunch so why cant there be an alternative other than lunch. I heard the food is really nasty but i dont know since i dont eat it. I only sit with my friends on B days because on A days my friends dont have third lunch so i pretty much alone. I wish we could just have what lunch shift we want instead of being told. Thats just been my view i guess its fine. I just think it would be cool if we had a choice to go somewhere else for that 40 minutes. Almost like everyone could have a study hall at one time but you get the choice what you want to do.

my first job is great! I still have my first job. I work at American Family Fitness in the department of Activities. I love my job so much. I got my job last July. My mom didnt want me to get one at first because i was only 15. I really wanted it though so she allowed it. I plan on staying at my job. If i left i would miss it to much. I have thee best boss im prety sure! She is literally the coolest boss and funniest person. She has a professional relationship with all of us but also has a personal one as in actually caring about how we feel or whats been going on in life. She is like a second mom i guess you could say . she always is asking about how are day was or how we are. She gets things done though, shes very professional. My first job has shown me how to be responsible. Even it has shown me to act like an older person almost like it taught me to act more mature. I work with children so i have to be more alert and i have to ,care to their needs. I also have to be a good listener when it comes to the age groups i watch. All in all i love my job, its great.

Some say that having hips aren't attractive but then you have others who disagree and that's all they want in a girl. To me there are some advantages to have them but some disadvantages. Its not a bad thing to have hips. In high school if you fit a certain standard you are pretty much considered an out cast. Some people like having hips others don't and that's fine we all have our own opinion. I believe that if your not happy in your own skin and or respect yourself then no one will respect you for who you are. High school sucks. People will judge for what you do and what you don't have. We as students have to deal with being mocked or teased everyday. For some it makes them stronger, others it can tear down. Having hips isn't a bad thing its not something you can control. There is a lot of girls that are self conscious about themselves. Its a good thing to confident in your own skin. No one else should define who you are. If someone has something negative to say then they can up whatever bad thing they have said. If you're happy with yourself then good because that should be the only thing that matters.

When i was little my dad went on alot of business trips. We referred to them as him going on travel. He would be gone 2 days up to 3 weeks. I cant i am a daddy's girl but i also cant say i'm a mommy's girl either. My dad and i are extremely close though. We have always had a strong father daughter relationship. Hes close to my sister but not like he is with me. I think that deals with the fact i like to do more things with him as in like sports. I played softball for 2 years and when my dad was little he played baseball. I believe by him teaching me things about the sport is what made us closer. I learn great and inspirational things from my dad all the time. I love him more than any other man in the world hes my father and always will be. I say this all the time but i actually mean it. My father is my blood , my supporter and my rock with out him i would be nothing. Blood is thicker than water and id die for my dad. One day when he passes is going to be one of thee hardest things in the world to me. Hes my friend and i'm daddy's baby girl.

I love my mom to the moon and back she is the best mom. She does everything to protect me in life and to make sure im safe. We argue yes but we always get past that. We both have said very hurtful things to one another but in the end of the day she will always be my mom. I sometimes think to myself i am not good enough of a daughter for my mother. It just feels like im not as a great daughter as i should be and that kills me inside. We both have so many different opinions that are complete opposites. I feel like with later on decisions in my life i will deeply hurt her. I love her and i want to do as a was taught ever since i was little but sometimes my happiness is more important i am my own person.No one should live through another living person. I feel that parents are put on the earth to teach what is right from wrong and to lead us into a great path. Its our choice in the end to live through what they taughts us or to be ourselves and do what we please. My mother is the most beautiful woman. She is such a strong person and i look up to here and want to have the confidence and intelligence just like her one day.

My grandparents use to live in a large beautiful brick home in Stafford. That house is like where we where all built. We had so many memories in that certain house. I miss it so much. They moved about 3 years ago into a different neighborhood. That neighborhood is farther away so i don't see my grandparents very much anymore. I miss having Sunday dinners at their house. The whole family use to come. We use to grill out every Sunday over the summer. Now that they have moved we barely see the family. The only time we do is for family occasions. Family has always been important to me. With out family i believe there is no point in loving. Even extended family because if your immediate family isn't there for you there is a good chance your extended family will be. Everyone started off from my grandparents old house. That's where my mom grew up and my aunt and uncle and then they are up and had children and started their own families so i guess now we have spread apart but at the end of the day we always know if something happens we always have them. It's nice to have that feeling of knowing you have that extra people there to be there for you. Although they are farther away they will always be with us n some way. I love my family and love to look back on all the great memories we have had.

One day me and my where driving to go to the dog show at the Fredericksburg Expo center. We had a great time seeing all the dogs show in the ring. As we came out to our car and got in, my mom looked both ways before backing up and as she inched out a man comes barreling out through the parking lot going about 30mph. It happened so fast that i saw what was about to happen but i couldnt get out what i was trying to say. Didnt even matter because it happened so fast. He took off the back bumper half way. My mom was so upset because she just had gotten her car back from being hit in her bumper by a tour bus. So the man comes out saying "i tried to swerve around you" like that was okay to do when you see a person backing up. That man was a awful man. He was a strange man and didnt care about anyone but himself. At first though he didnt get out of his car right away.We where all pretty sure it was about to be a hit in run. After he hit he started to inch up with his car. Thats when my mom jumped out and wrote down his license plate number before he could leave if thats really what he was planning on doing. People are crazy. They have no respect for anyone else's things but their own.

My uncle Chris and Grandad work way too much. They talk about work way too. All the time 24/7. They are constantly talking about what they have to do or how much more they need to complete. At family events that is all we have to talk about because they always have to bring it up. I think they do it because they are self employed.My uncle and grandfather are great men they just do to much. My cousin tells me all the time how it can be annoying listening to to her dad go on and on about work. My mom tends to do that too. She will come home ask us how are day is and then goes on about her day. Which is a whole other story. I love my mom though. I lover her to death that's my mother. When my family is talking about work or politics me and my cousin go in a different room. We will sometimes play with the little kids but that's not very often.Since there is more younger kids then older ones. Its a great thing to be good and proud of your job but i just don't like to hear about it all the time. Especially when its non-stop.

One day my mother,sister and I went to chickfila. My mom ordered the food and then my sister got napkins and straws and i got the table for us to sit at. As i sat down I saw that there was a man sitting next to me in the other table across the way. Well i looked over and then looked away looking at the rest of my surroundings. When i did that he looked up and said "Aye lady you got a problem". Now, i was like 8 at the time so i was wondering if he was even talking to me. So i looked back over and he was so i was like scared almost or shocked that an older man would say something like that to me in a hostile way. After he said what he had said i looked over and just shook my head and said "oh no..sir". and it was over. This man looked very stressed and gross in a way like he had a mental problem. I ran over to my mom and told her and she noticed that he was acting strange so she told a manager. The manager came out and told him he needed to leave and that he was no longer in service here. He said it in a very respectful nice way. That man apparently had a mental problem and they have had previous issues with this man before.

I honestly wonder is im not pretty enough to be good enough for anyone. My whole life i've been thicker and when i was little i was chubby. Now that i'm older its evened its self out by me getting taller. Now that im in highschool im still very self conscious about myself. I think im not pretty because im not thin enough and dont have that perfect little body. I just got out a relationship. My ex's name was Brandon. He cheated on me with 2 of his exes. I had to make the decision to stay with him or end it. Yeah you think that shouldn't be a hard decision but when you think you really love someone its hard. I thought he would never do anything like that to me. We had planned so much together about the future. I found out everything on prom night. We where literally outside in his truck outside of the Expo center waiting to go in. I told him to take me home and the hardest thing was watching him drive away. I loved him for his heart and personality. I finally felt loved by a boy i had ever dated. This happened on May 3rd. Its been about a month and it still hurts. I've tried to maybe talk to another guy but i honestly just cant. Im still so incredibly hurt that i can't face people as well anymore. I act like i dont care at school and i put a smile on my face but im so empty inside. I guess when you give your heart to someone and then they lie to you and cheat behind your back it does something to a person. I broke up with him exactly one week from our 7 months. That might not sound like a long time but it is when you use to see that person almost everyday and then everyday on the weekend. i lost my best friend and im lost right now and cry every night in silence because its dumb to cry over a person who is no good but its the person i thought he was that kills me inside. e both made a promises to eachother in the beginning that we wher going to be there and love eachother no matter what..... that was also a lie. To this day he has deleted my number and everything about me and he has left me to feel sad and mad and angry. Most of all im strongly and deeply hurt. I dont like to cry around people over this because i feel like i have to be strong for myself. Im a sensitive person anyway. I always have been and i took this straight to heart. I have urges everyday during school to brake down and cry but theres a part in me that tells my self no your to strong to let an idiot take your tears. When i hold it in i have physical pain in my chest like my heart is literally broken and i just don't even know what to do. Everything has changed and i get so mad at myseld because i ask myself everyday why? ,Why would he do this to me and us. I guess its because he saw something he didnt already have so he wanted it. I know life will go on its the fact that im hurt and everything is just piling up on top of that. I blame myself for him doing this sometimes, even though i know i didnt do anything i still have that feeling. I pray for him and wish him nothing but the best and good luck to his next girlfriend, i hope she gives him everything i didnt.