Reflections in Water

Through out the process of making this blog, a undetermined amount of things came to mind. 'This is stupid.' 'I hope I get good grade.' 'Well that was kind of fun to write.' 'Why do I have to do anything?' 'Hmm... I could use this...' 'Is that a spider!? *long highpitched scream*' 'HAH! I AM THE KING!!!' and so forth...

But as I wrote this blog, (despite the negative thoughts above) I felt enthralled to write inspiring things. I was incredibly proud of the persuasive blog post, I felt I had succeed in finally being persuasive! But alas, for my work was not done. I still had much to do.

As this blog post came closer, I made a decision with my own story that I felt to be extremely beneficial. I began to rewrite Friends Reunited! Now I can not only make the story better, but get rid of a few "Whoopsies" here and there. Plus, now, instead of a hateful and loathsome family, a kind and loving family. FUN!

Going off he path for a bit, today was a very special day! I finally got my braces off! Afterwards, the poor lady had to clean my teeth up. Her hands made her look like she had just gotten done with a surgery! Then when I looked in the mirror after the cleaning, I found blood on my chin and surrounding my mouth, making me look like a vampire after a feast. Yea!

But my goal, which was to mainly inspire others, I have no clue as to if it worked or not. Though I am certain I made people smile. Though I did have I alternative goal, which was more of a personal one. That was to make my store better. And as I explained above, I began to rewrite my story!

The over all experience of this has made me not only want to become a better writer, but also to be more out going! I am a bit more bold now, and less afraid to explore what I can really do thanks to this. I'm going to continue to make my story better after this blog.

A message to you future April Kids. I pity you all. I may have just been a Beta, but I can tell things are only going to get harder. SO MARCH ON!!!

I spent some time standing in the rain yesterday. It was peaceful...

The Beginning of an Adventure

"Why me?" I groaned to myself as I threw my self on to my bed.

My so called family had just finished there daily torturing and life ruining plans with me and I could finally go to bed.

"Why did I have to be born into this family, god?" I asked myself silently. "You must totally hate me by putting me here."

I sighed as I threw off my clothes and put them in my drawers before cuddling up into a blanket on my bed and letting sleep take me away into my only escape...

~Dark Void~

"Do you want to make something of yourself?" A voice that I could not recognize or place as either male or female.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not terrified in anyway.

"Do you want to help others and escape your horrid fate?" It said.

I thought about what it meant by 'horrid fate' for a second before I understood. By 'horrid fate', it meant my so called family that I had been born into. I then steeled my resolve to get away from them forever and help others by saying, "Yes, I want to help others and escape this fate of mine."

"Then continue on Chosen." It said with a finality.

Before I could ask what it meant by 'Chosen' I was enveloped in a bright white light and blacked out...

~Time~ Unknown

I groaned as I got up off the hard ground which I was sleeping on. Wait, hard ground? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in a dark cave entrance that opened up to a steep drop. In the corner of the cave I cold see What seemed to be a small green body of a giant gecko? I approached it cautiously and got a better look at it. Luckily it was asleep.

It was small and green, alright what else? It had this strange green tail that looked kind of like a... butt on the back? It was over all very green and reptiliany. Something about it seemed familiar that I couldn't quite place my finger on. I then noticed it had tears falling down it's cheeks from its closed eyes, so I thought it must be sentient. Not wanting it to be sad I picked it up in my arms bridal style and rocked it slowly back and forth as its head rested against my clothed chest. I would have been wondering why I still had clothes on but I was to busy soothing the crying and (somehow) sleeping gecko. Its tears stopped and it cuddled deeper into my arms. I smiled as I sat down and leaned against the wall of the cave, drawing the gecko into my warmth.

I sat there for a good long while that I thought a whole day had gone by, but it still remained dark in the cave as it never lit up outside. During that time I thought about how I came to be here, but all I could remember was taking off my clothes and going to bed in my house. I frowned. It felt like I was forgetting something but I couldn't place my finger on it (not literally of course). I then looked down at the gecko's peaceful sleeping face. It looked like it was having pleasant dreams as it slept. I silently wondered how long this gecko could sleep before it began to stir from it's sleep. It opened its eyes slowly and looked up into my eyes blinking. It stared for a few seconds as I stared back at it with a gentle smile as I said, "Good morning sleepy head." Than added as an after thought, "At least I think it's morning."

It suddenly jumped out of my arms and stood in front of me growling, 'Weird' I thought to my self, as it said, "Treecko! Tree cko cko!"

I blinked at what it said then something clicked in my head. My face lit up in a bright smile as I shouted, "So that's what you are!" I jumped and pointed to it saying, "You're the Pokémon Treecko! Awesome!"

The Treecko looked at me quizzically for a second before it got upset all over again as it went into what seemed like a defensive stance. I considered it for a minute as I got on my knees and looked it right in the eyes. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I decided to brake the eerie silence.

"Hey, Treecko?" I asked quietly. "Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep earlier. Were you having a bad dream?"

It looked at me shocked, like it couldn't believe what I said. "Treecko?" It said questionably.

"Um... Sorry. I don't understand you." I said apologetically as I rubbed the back of my head.

It stared at me for few more seconds. Then as if something popped into it's head, it grabbed my hand and proceeded to drag me towards the cave entrance with a surprising amount of power for something so much smaller then me. I mean it only reached up to my waist with its head! I did not resist as it dragged me over. When we got to the entrance it pointed down the drop off and tugged slightly on my hand before it began to make his way down. I got the message and followed it into the unknown darkness.

Why Read?

Before I begin this fantastic blog post, let me ask you all a very pressing question. Are you ready for it? Are you really ready for it? Well here it is!
 DO YOU LIKE WALFLES!!

Oh whoops. Wrong one, here's the real question:
Why should you read?

Well, let me ask you another question. Why do you use your imagination? Do you not use it for entertainment, or to better visualize what someone is describing? Well those are the things that reading exploits. When you read, the author is trying to convey a story to you. The author makes this story or stories to give you a adventure. In a way, it's like escaping from the world. You can view a whole new world and fallow through the lives of the characters. You can become immersed in the book to the point that you will be able to feel the emotions of the characters. It is a truly wonderful experience.

But there are as many stories, as there are people. Each person has a story to tell. Some hold these stories dear to their hearts, others hold them like a burden. Some stories are hidden away from the world, and sometimes, even from the very person who hides the story. Each and every story is precious, because the author had the courage to tell it. Even if the story is horrible, or heart breaking, or scary, they still remain to be the precious stories that an author wrote.


Recall the quotes from the other three blog posts. What do you think inspired them? The answer is dreams. Many stories originate from a dream. This dream led to them writing. These dreams might be things you think about on occasion, or dreams of the night as you lay sleeping, letting your subconsciousness roam. They might be a thought, a feeling, or something you hold dear, like a memory of a precious time. Dreams are the driving force behind each and every authors story. Even if the dream isn't a happy one, they are still the dreams of the author.

Life can be hard, bleak, happy, and challenging. Life holds many experiences for each person. These experiences each shape a person, and may even drive them to write; to tell of their own story. With each story you read, you view a piece of an authors life. Even if the piece is small, it's still there. Each and every story is precious.

I have one final question for you: Will you read?

STRIKE THREE!

The project seems to be going well, but I'm not to sure if I've actually inspired anybody yet. But I've spent time going back to my previous chapters and have edited them. I realized that each chapter I wrote, it had something to do with what I was feeling, what I had been reading, or what I had been experiencing. Really quite interesting.

Also, I now have a mentor! I don't yet have the interview, but it'll be done on Tuesday hopefully as I am scheduled to meet with Red Arrow Media on that day. I do hope they will be able to help me. Though I must thank Raina as she helped put me in contact with Red Arrow Media. Though I did go to find the place on Monday, I however went the opposite direction and ended up walking around the block before finding the place. (Curse my sense of direction!)

Now for replying to comments via this thingy, er, blog post!

R. A. Verhay: Thank you for those kind words! You've given me a drive to work harder!
Elayne: Thanks Sis!
Asha K.: Thanks For the good luck! *Takes the good luck and stores it in pant's pocket for later*
Jordan Pruitt: Thank you! I hope I inspire others too! maybe you will love to write one day!
April Dixon: Oh, hi April... *Hides behind random object* I'll have the interview done soon! And thanks for the information!
Kyra L.: I'm glad the quote made you think. I made that quote after a terrifying dream. and thanks for the kind words!
Riley Pence: It "should" be a good thing? Are saying that in a negative or positive way? Because of the lack of periods, I'm going to guess and hope it's positive. I do hope what I'm doing is good thing...

 Due to the positivity of these comments, I'm going to take a gander and say that I don't need to change anything; at least, not yet. The next three chapters will be up soon. just need to do some finishing touches!

Alright, It's time for another quote!

"Who determines who's evil and who's not? Is it our mind? Those around us? Or something else? Each person to ever do evil has either had a mental disorder or wanted revenge for being wronged or wanted to seem better then those around them. Each has a reason, many are just the result of mistreatment or manifested anger. But that brings me to another question: are they really evil?" Steven Hill