Boybands...

The worst thing about Boybboybands, is that you can feel your self falling in love woth them. Every picture you see on a social media sight makes you feel more and more in love. His looks, personality, humbleness attracts you. But then, you rememeber that you yourself are not famous. You live in a normal town, where that special one will most likely never visit for fun. You attend a normal school where that special one will never go to, because they live on the road. You occupy a normal house, much smaller than that special ones own place of residence. It's sad, really, to know you'll never meet them. You dont have special connections, or piles of money lying around. You drool, cry, scream over this one person who you've fallen in love with. You can picture yourself going on dates, getting married, having a first kiss with this person...yet they will never know who you are.

But you still love them anyway

Homecoming heartbreak

Have you ever had a date bail on you? I have. He gave me his word, but the day before he was going to "formally" ask me...he says he's going with a different girl cause she was worried about having no one to go with. I can't describe the feeling I had when I saw his message. I was...heartbroken. Sad. Choked up. I was holding back the tears from spilling down my cheeks. I really liked this guy, he was my best friend. I talked to him about everything. The girl, who's name will remain unexposed, did deserve a date to this dance, but she could have gone with another guy. I have never cried over a guy before. All he could say was "I'm really sorry". I've learned by now that sorry doesn't always help. Sorry is just a word. Sorry can't just fix everything. Like i said, I can't  describe the feeling I felt. I was shaking, trying hard not to show how upset I was. I was crushed. But...I had known something bad would happen. It was too good to be true. It was a fairytale and it wasn't going to come true..cause fairytales aren't real. It seems depressing but that happens. It happens to a lot of people.

Scared...

Let me tell you something you probably already know. We are all scared. We are scared to grow up, experience new things and mature. We are scared to, let's face it, go through Puberty. Us girls are scared to use tampons. We are scared of society and how it will impact us. We are scared of everything, but that's normal. That's common for every person on this planet. Everyone on Earth is scared. We are scared to take our drivers test, scared that we will veer off course or do something wrong. We are scared to eat certain things, worried it might backfire. Some of us are scared of swimming, or climbing, or even walking itself. It's possible.
Some of us, scratch that: most of us are scared of dying. What will it be like, feel like, look like. Where will we go? What would my family think? Will it hurt? We cannot wrap our little minds around the enormous word called Eternity. Forever. Infinity. It's pretty scary to think of dying, but then again...it's scary to think of alot of things.
It's okay to be scared. Being scared makes you like everyone else. Embrace it, because it happens. Everybody is scared, that doesn't mean you're alone.

We did it...

The year has come. The year we'll be graduating middle school. The year everything changes. We'll be moving on to the big time. High school. We will walk in and sit down in our normal chapel seats. overexcited and nervous. Twiddling our thumbs and biting our lips. Begging Mr. Sutton to go through all the awards so we can get to the good stuff. When that time finally comes we will squeeze eachothers hands and smile. Mr. Lockerbie will say "Rise, 8th grade!" and we will stand up and walk out of the chapel. We line up in the hallway and talk to eachother to pass the time. Talking about how exciting it will be, and how we did it. Because we did do it. We made it through 4 years of drama and dependence. No freedom. Too many rules to count. The worst dress code on earth. Time goes by slowly, We will hop up and down and hug each other when Mr. Lockerbie says "Be seated 8th Grade" to the new upperclassmen of the middle school. It will be our time. We will wink and mouth "Good Luck" to the new 8th graders. It will feel like slow motion. We will smile to our past teachers as they wipe tears from their cheeks. We will squeeze in the impossible 9 to a row. And once again, take eachothers hands. We will close our eyes as we hear the words we've longed for since Kindergarten.

"Be seated, Freshman"

A sigh of relief. Some will giggle to one another. "We did it"s being whispered everywhere. Some will tear up, all looking at the girls and boys who won't continue the journey with us. The many wonderful kids who won't go on to Upper School. They'll go to Saint Mary's or Broughton... and live their lives differently. New rules to be brokena and new dress codes to be violated. New Boys and Girls to crush on and new classes to attend.

But, there are still those kids I've known since i was 5. We will high five eachother and say "4 more years!" or "Let's do this!"As we file out of that chapel we will beg for pictures and cry as those who we love will leave. Best friends, sisters, and even our worst enemies. Instagram, Facebook and even Twitter will be flooded with those pictures. It will be the best and worst day of our lives.

We have so much to see, so let's go and see it...

South...

The South is the best place to live, it's a classy (yet refined) region where everyone has the same accent. We "twang" our way through syllables and metaphors. We are most famous for our food and drink. Sweet Tea is a must, if you prefer it unsweet your not southern, you are most likely a "northerner" Mashed potatoes and cole slaw are two of our many favorites, along with hushpuppies and fried chicken."Ya'll" is not spelled "y'all" it's just not the way we do it so don't correct us. We abbreviate everythig we say. For example: "home cookin', somethin', thinkin, take a likin' to'" all without the g, for some reason. We monogram everything from towels to toothbrushes (Yes, it's true. I've seen it). Some people are annoyed with our "Southern hospitality" but does that matter? Being nice is our way of life. We invite you in, pour you a glass of sweet tea, ask how your Aunt Betty is doing these days, or maybe watch a little "Duck Dynasty". Pearls, cowboy boots, and white dresses are a staple, especially at football games (depending on your team). There is an unlimited amout of Beer here, we literally never run out. It's weird how everywhere you see, there is a Bud light in a coozie. It's also a known fact that every girl is pretty here, we are all "southern belles" with our manners and dainty napkins. Just kidding, southern girls aren't always proper. We go mudding, hunting, deep sea fishin' (see what I did there?) and even kegging, don't judge. We also have the best kind of music, "Cuhntree Mewsick" as it is pronouced. Kenny, Brad, Eric, Keith, Lady Antebullum, Carrie. All the best! You don't like the South? Well your britches may be on too tight because we are the best of the best. There realy insn't wrong with us!

Oh the places you'll go...

Oh the places I would love to adventure to, there are too many. From the busy streets of London, to the Champs-Elysees in Paris. Oh the places I want to live, too many to count. Tuscany by day and Edinburgh by night. Oh the places i dream of, which one shall I go? L.A is calling, but Manhatten is waiting. Oh the places i've been, not so many, sadly. Colorado, that's it, like i said "not so much". Oh the places I've seen, in pictures and polaroids. South Africa and New Zealand, lush with excitment.

But those places, I may never see. L.A and Paris, so far from me. I must wait till the perfect time! To eat the profiteroles, to "push" the leaning tower of Piza and sip the British tea. I may never see these places, but I can surely dream. because dreaming cannot stop you, from anything at all. As long as your mind is imagining it, it's possible...

Fairytales...

When I was young, i was read a story every night, always a fairytale. Peter Pan was my favorite. The classic story of a Boy who never wanted to grow up. He ran away as a baby to a place called "Neverland" where you never aged. That was my biggest dream to fly to Neverland with Peter. Fighting off Pirates all day and dancing with the Indians all night. But then i would think to myself, "I would never know what it's like to be big" So i changed stories.

My favorite book later on was Alice in Wonderland, the story of a girl falling down a Rabbit hole, encasing herself in magnificent adventures throughout a place called Wonderland. She meets a horrid queen who chopped off heads, a cat who smiles wider than a clown, and a mad hatter who loved tea. It all sounded quite amazing when i was but a tot, but as i grew i thought to myself, "I would constantly be in danger...that doesn't sound good at all" So i changed stories

As i grew, my princess dreams grew with me. Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. All had very unfortunate times in their lives, but it all didn't matter in the end. They got the Prince and lived happily ever after. That was and still is my biggest dream, but without the unfortunate times. I mean getting the handsome Prince and living in a lavish castle with everything you could possibly dream of. It all seems pretty outstanding. But then i think to myself, "what if i don't become the queen of a kingdom? What if i don't get the prince?" I realize that it's a fairytale, not reality.

In reality, lots of people don't live in castles, lots of people don't marry the most handsome prince in the world. Thats reality, and sometimes...Reality ins't so bad. Sometimes a persons reality can be just like a fairytale. Every person has a different imagination, some larger than others...