Don't you let it go. Pt. 2

Gabby put down her silver hairbrush on her dresser. She had just finished brushing her long light blonde hair. 100 strokes each night was her routine.

Wiping off her makeup from her face, she looked at the mirror and smiled.

Pretty, she thought.

Making her way to her bed, she saw that she got 5 new text messages. It wasn't a surprise. Even late at night people were always texting her. She was just someone they could talk to. She'd gossip sometimes, give out all the latest trends, and even some advice. Though she wasn't experienced in those situations, she gave advice. And people took it. Even though it wasn't 100% accurate. Which was most of the time.

Beep beep!

Another text message popped up.

Propping herself against the wall on her bed, she replied to the latest one.

Don't worry hun, just flirt with him some more, I'm sure he's playing hard to get and really wants you. Don't quit!

Send.

She giggled to herself. Hayley was asking for boy advice again. And boy did she need it.

Not only did girls ask her for this kind of stuff, but boys did too.
And when they didn't, she offered it, even though they didn't want it.

Matchmaking. Her lips curled upwards.

Ah, love! Ain't it grand! She thought.

Gabby thought she was cupid. Or maybe even cupid's daughter. Because she was just so darn good at matchmaking and love. Or so she thought.

Her first time matchmaking was in 6th grade when she got Ivy and Jason together. It felt wonderful. Even though she was only eleven.
But ever since, she felt like it was her job to matchmake.

In all the years she had matchmaked, so far she got Hannah and Devon together. Check. That one turned out okay. Next was Will and Talia. Score on that. Cassandra and Matthew, they were basically perfect for each other!.. Until the second day.
Then there was Yasmin and Cole, and many more. Some turned out great, but then some turned out worse than she thought. There were many scenarios when the couples were on fire! But then times where after a week they would hate each other. Some matchmaking just didn't turn out right.

But her best clients-- as she'd like to call them, pretending that this was her job-- were without a doubt, Claire and Michael.

They were inseperable. But what happened? She was sure that they'd last long. So did everybody else.

After getting them together, the line of her customers boomed, waiting to get a dose of her matchmaking skills.
They all saw what Claire and Michael had. And wanted it.

They'd been labeled cutest and sweetest couple by everybody.

Gabby was so proud of that accomplishment.

But that was before.

Something had went wrong. Something she didn't really like to think about. Because it'd bring down her mood.

Claire and Michael. Even their names sounded right for each other. Back then, you really couldn't carry a conversation without them without mentioning the other.

But now all went frigid when mentioning both. Together, at least.

Now there was Michael and there was Claire. Nothing else.

Who was it who walked away again? Was it Claire? Or was it Michael?
Gabby couldn't remember. It had been almost a year since the breakup.

Still, she thought. They're so cute!

She couldn't help but think about them sometimes. The love couple was her inspiration. But sometimes it was her nightmare, knowing that peanut butter and jelly broke up was torture.

Michael should pursue her! Again!
She didn't know what the big deal was with him these days, moving on so fast and flirting with all the other girls. While Claire kept quiet, she didn't flirt much though she was a looker. No problem with the boys that's for sure.

Still! Claire and Michael. Michael and Claire.

She did it once, so she should be able to do it gain.

Which was why she had convinced Michael a week ago to talked to Claire. Well it was more like forced, but she didn't like to think of it that way.

After almost a year of not talking to each other, she did it.

She had pushed Michael towards her at the party in the diner. The conversation didn't last long... Bummer.

It kind of went cold to Claire. And when she left Michael didn't even go after her.
Typical men.

She'd scolded him after that.
He'd brushed it off though acting as if he didn't care for Claire anymore.
Yeah right, deep down inside, he must still have feelings for her.
And she for him.

Even though they acted as if they hated each other and wanted to rip off each others heads...

Still. She'd find away and save them.

Beep beep!

Okay, last text of the night.

It was from Adam... Hmm what did he want?

Gabby! Help! Hayley won't stop texting me!

She bit her lip. Oops, looks like this one wasn't meant to be. She'd have to break it to Hayley.

I'll handle it. She replied.

Yawning, she turned off her bedside lamp.

Adam's kinda cute...

And with that final thought, she drifted off into dreamland.

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Author's note:

Here's the continuation of the story! For now it's called, "Don't you let it go"

This material is honestly a lot different than the stuff I write.

Wrote this part on my iPod walking on the mall haha :)
Oh and this is the first time I've ever posted an online story. Yay.

Enjoy!

Feedback would be great!

How I met Nicholas Sparks

Hello readers :P

The title probably caught your attention huh? Well it is definitely something worth writing about.

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It started out as any other ordinary day. I woke up normally and ate the leftover noodles and half a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast.

Looking around the messy room, I plugged in a wireless broadband and went on my laptop to check my emails, homework, and a billion notifications from facebook. I also chatted with my friends from halfway across the world.

My parents came home and I had just finished pulling a silly prank on one of my friends through facebook, she's a sweetie :)

I took a shower and got ready to go to the Podium to hopefully get a chance for a signing from Mr. Sparks.

Normal right? A typical teenager life?

Well.. this is how it really starts.

I walked into the Podium excitedly with a big smile on my face. We had arrived at the Podium. The place where my favourite author would be in a few more hours.

The clock struck one.

We had just picked up my sister from her school. There was a Halloween party so she had face paint on and looked like a werewolf. Hair and all.

My dad was withdrawing some money from the ATM machine and I was rushing to the bathroom wiping of the dark werewolf facepaint of my little sister. Smudge. Oops :P

Going back to my dad, he told me to go upstairs to line up for the lucky draw.

Indeed. I hope I was the Lucky one.

When I went up, the first 50 people were already there. A bummer for me, as I tried to get there early. So I lined up behind a girl in a blue top and smiled waiting to get a draw.

After 5-10 mins of waiting or so, I was finally there!!! The lady called me up to pick up a piece of papaer from the box.

My fingers crossed, eyes shut, I absolutely wished to get in! I dreamed of meeting Mr. Sparks, talking to him, maybe have tea? haha.

But I even wrote/blogged about a daydream I had to meet him. But that's a different sotry.

(If you want to read, it's here in the link below)

http://thestrawberryavalanche.blogspot.com/2011/10/sparks.html

Anyways, I opened my eyes with a big smile on my face. Yet trying to act calm and professional. I just KNEW I was going to get it. I knew it!! I had bought the book about 3 weeks or so prior to this day. And well, finished reading it in 2 days :)

Not to mention reading 3 of his other books!!

The paper. In my hand. Rolled up.

Was it going to be a yes or a no? Was I going to get in or not? My mind whirled with questions.

Was I going to end up like the girl and boy in line before me who shouted for joy when they got it? Or was I going to cry, sad?

Well I didn't cry that's for sure.

But I did feel like it.

I opened the small scroll of white paper.

SORRY.

Was sprawled across it.

"You win orange juice."

Depressing right?

I'm serious, we just got an orange juice. It wasn't a walk in the park. I was sad. So sad.

But I didn't show it, trying to keep a positive attitude.

Yeah, sure, I didn't get in. I didn't win a signing. You know? The one that I've been excited for??

*Sigh* It's not like He's my favourite author and I always reread his books many times is it?

Nevermind, that was a lie, because he IS my favourite author and I DO reread his books. A lot. (and learn many things, get inspired, and wonderstruck)

My dad was sad for me too. he brought the camera and wanted me to get a signing.

The mood wasn't that depressing, well it was, but not bad.

I went up on stage and got a picture with his poster though! And sat on the couch yay! And well... still didn't win that draw.

After taking some pictures, we went and had some cheesecake.

My sister gobbled up her mango cheesecake while I thought about things and my dad was on his iPad.

"Do you want to go home?" my dad said interrupting my thoughts.

"No," I sad cooly, "I want to at least see him."

So we stayed.

Walking around the mall for a bit. Then we went to the 4th floor. My sister in a toystore while I thought sadly. People were passing me happily and I kept staring at their signing pass numbers stuck on them.

My dad called me to the railing of the 4th floor looking down and pointing to the line for the draws. There were only 4 or 5 people in it. Not much. And he noticed a pattern. They all won. They all got a YES. We couldn't believe it.

More people came, and they won too!

My dad had a feeling.

We all went downstairs and we purchased yet ANOTHER Nicholas Sparks book. "The Best of Me" even though I already had it. Just so I could enter the draw again.

Standing in line, then infront of that box again.

I chose my paper carefully this time.

I unrolled it slowly.

And.

Well.

YES.

:)))

Oh happy day!

I was dancing! WHOO.

Then I read the number on the signing pass... Number 700... OH.

So I was going to be the 700th one to get it signed? That's cool too!!!!

But then the kind lady replaced it with number 591. :) So yay! Closer to the signing.

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Just when I thought things were back to normal.

We then ate at subway, normal.

Then went back down to the screaming crowd.

Normal again.

My dad. What would I do without him?

He went towards the elevator of the second floor. Close to the crowd.

He told me that Nicholas Sparks was probably going to enter through there, and he knew that it was my dream to meet him and talk with him.

Aw man, if I was the first to meet him I'd be happy!!!!! So very happy!

Though, through the elevator? Dad told me that he wouldn't go through the front entrance!

So we waited by that second floor elevator.

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Somehow, my dad figured he'd enter at the THIRD floor elevator.

The third floor? I asked.

He said, trust me. With the camera in his hand.

--

Waiting. It's been 30mins!!! He hasn't come yet. 5:30pm already.

People were coming and going through those elevators. It was nerve wrecking.

I eased my self by singing out loud some Taylor Swift songs to myself. Totally normal there.

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"Okay! This is it!!! He's coming out now! Get ready!!!!" my dad said.

I didn't believe him. Well sorta. I just stood there, still getting ready.

Nope. It wasn't him. Just more employees coming out of the elevator.

Screams arose from outside the room. We ran out.

Nicholas Sparks was on stage already?! Is that why people were screaming?

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Nope. It was just a diversion, I think. It happened at least three times, fooling us.

Sigh.

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"This is it! He's here get ready!!"

My dad had said for the tenth time.

Again, more employees came out, but WAIT. OMGSH.

After the employees, guards, there was.. there was... NO. I could not believe my eyes.

THERE. IN THE FLESH.
Was Nicholas Sparks himself!

Whoa. I did not see that coming.

"J! Say Hi!"

I froze on the spot. I was absolutely starstruck. He looked so cool. Wow.

"HI!" I managed to pull out a squeak sounding like a little girl or a mouse. Or maybe even in between.

"Hi there!" he replied.

Whoa. Nicholas Sparks just said hi to me.

He was walking quickly out of the room.

Wait a minute. My dad. My sister. Me. Nicholas Sparks. Was in a room. Just us. Whoa.

(Well also the guards, but those people don't count)

But still! The thousands of people were outside, and I was standing dumbfounded right beside him!

"I wrote a letter to you!" I said really quickly, still not believing my eyes.

I handed him a letter in which I sprawled my name and email address in it hoping that he reads it and maybe contacts me?

Hey, a girl can dream can't she? :D

"Sure sweetie I'll read it!" he took the letter with a smile on his face.

I was ecstatic!!!!!!!

I still can't believe it. I spoke to him and he spoke to me! Whoa!

"Keep walking!" my dad had said.

I followed. My legs immediately started moving, I was walking beside him. Whoa.

Then they walked faster, I was walking right behind him! I was so close! Whoa!!!

The guards didn't even stop us. This was surreal!!!

Maybe they thought we were his entourage or something :)

Then we walked down the stairs and people finally spotted him, everyone was cheering! I was too! In my head of course, with the camera in my hand.

He entered the door, backstage. I stayed outside of course, respecting him.

But wow. Still. Wow.

How did I manage to do this?

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Moments later, my mom showed up from her work. We greeted her hello as she stood beside me.

I couldn't believe it. She was pretty much the last one to get in, and she was 3 feet from where Nicholas Sparks would be standing.

Sure enough, that was true.

I was maybe 2 or 3 feet away from where he was standing on stage. (I've got the video to prove it!)

Wowza.

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He's was talking on the stage :) He talked about his family, where he lived, and of course his books! It was awesome! He also answered some questions. His answers were great! So great.

Mom got tons of pictures of him!

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What? Wait, no! I'm 591!

I suddenly found myself on stage, getting a book signing from him.

How did this happen?

I was just standing by the sides, when the event people let my mother and sister go on stage.

I wasn't just going to let them go without me!

I followed them.

The thousands of people were cheering, camera's flashing.

I was on stage. With Nicholas Sparks.

I spoke nervously and fast again. I gave him my letter (The one which I was going to send when I didn't get in the draw) he said he'll read it anyways!!!! What a lovely man! :D

He signed "The Best of Me!" and also "The Lucky One!"

WITH MY NAME ON IT.

Now I really felt like The Lucky One.

Yeah, even though I mumbled my name fairly fast, because I was nervous. Even though I really wanted to talk to him and maybe have some tea?

Anyways, I took pictures with him and it was so cool!

Though, I wish I hugged him!

(Dear Nicholas Sparks, If you are reading this right now, then I say, WOW. And also feel free to contact me! hehe You rule!)

I exited the stage on the left side and realized that people were lining up on that side waiting to get a signing with him. Huh, so, we entered from the right side... that means... we entered from the opposite side? Wow, we really are the lucky ones!

Hey wait a minute... number 591... I still had my pass on. I got my signing 5th.... instead of 591st. Wow, talk about an upgrade.

Thank God for that! And my dad of course!

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The crazyness doesn't stop there.

I was, I never thought I'd say this, INTERVIEWED.

By a tv station. WHAT!. Interviewed?

First I met Nicholas Sparks. Had a lucky signing. Then now, being interviewed! What!

I held the microphone in my hand with ease, feeling like this was something I did every day.
I looked at the camera with confidence, and flashed a nice smile at it. I spoke quite eloquently talking about Nicholas Sparks and how he has inspired me so much. Coming all the way from Canada! (That's me of course).

After that short interview, I realized I was going to be on tv sometime.

Something, I still could not believe happened.

I was still so starstruck from Mr. Sparks, I was grinning ear to ear.

A girl then approached my dad.

"Are you Chad?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.

"No. Sorry!" he replied.

"He's my dad!" I interjected in the conversation. "And if it wasn't for him, I would've never gotten a chance to meet Nicholas Sparks and go on that stage. Thank you dad!"

I was smiling wide.

My dad returned the smile and hugged me.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, holding her camera. I could see that she was a student from a school, with an ID card. With the camera, you could say that she was taking a Media course, doing a cover story. Which I found out she was.

"You got to meet him?!" she asked.

"Yes!!! I did!! It was so cool!" I replied.

Another girl came up from the crowd and stood beside her. She was wearing a cool looking black hat.

"Wow!" she said.

We introduced each other, telling our names.

"I wish I could meet him!" the girl in the hat said.

"Did you get a signing pass?" I asked.

"No," she said sadly, "I cried that I didn't."

"Yeah, she's a really big super fan of him!" the other girl replied.

Without giving it another thought, I peeled off my signing pass sticker and handed it to her.

"Here," I said with a smile, "You can have it."

She stood there with her mouth opened wide.

"Are you serious?" she asked not taking it.

I pushed it into her hand and said, "Of course I'm serious! I already got a signing! You take it! You deserve it!!!"

The girls faces both lit up into huge smiles, which of course, made me extremely happy.

"Thank you so so much!!!!!"

"It's really no problem!! Take it! Meet him!"

I gave them both a hug as they were both super happy.

--

We talked for about 3 mins, and in that short time, we exchanged phone numbers and facebooks. It was an instant friendship.

This day couldn't get any better.

Nicholas Sparks. Signing. Letter. Stage. Lucky. New Friendship.

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I was wrong. It got better.

I found myself being asked to have an interview... AGAIN.

This time, I asked my two new friends to be with me :)

The guy gave me a microphone to speak on and asked my in Tagalog questions about how I felt tonight with Nicholas Sparks and all.

Of course, I didn't speak too much Tagalog :/ Even though I should know how.

So I spoke English anyway :)

My friends just stood beside me with the signed books I let them hold for the interview.

Another camera with lights shone upon me as I spoke again.

This was surreal.

3 interviews in one night. All from different tv stations. How. Does. This. Happen.

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After the interview, I looked to my dad and gave him a massive hug.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!" I exclaimed.

This night would've probably never happened if it wasn't for him.

My two new friends lined up for the book signing, extremely thankful for the pass I gave them.

My dad was the one who bought the book. He drove me all the way to the Podium.

Bought ANOTHER book when I didn't get in. Then instead of being like the crowd, lead me to the elevators, where he somehow got information that Nicholas Sparks will enter the mall. Then told me to follow him, making me get access to backstage, then on stage, then a signing! A picture!

I am so thankful. And extremely blessed.

I thank God for everything. He has definately blessed me today, even though I know I don't deserve it. I can't thank my two fathers, my dad and my Heavenly dad! They always come through for me!

All the glory to GOD!

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So from not winning the draw, feeling completely crushed, to buying another book, trying again and winning the draw, to being 700th in signing, to being 519th in signing, then being the FIRST one to see Mr. Sparks, giving him a letter of me and my hopes and dreams of become a writer like him, to following him backstage, being 3 feet away from him, being led onto the stage, getting him to sign with MY NAME on the book "The Lucky One", getting pictures, him saying he will read my letter, then being led down, making 2 new friends, being able to bless them with a signing pass, getting interviewed 3 times...

Don't you think this is God's doing? :D

He is so good!

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Hey Mr. Sparks! If you are reading this right now and visited my blog, I would be even happier than I am right now!

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Well yeah, that's the story of How I met Nicholas Sparks... And more :)

Way different from my daydream right?

Well maybe that can come true too!

Don't Stop Believing,
J

Infinite sadness.

To be honest, I'm completely disraught. I can't even fathom the complete sadness I am feeling.

As I see the fortunate ones pass by me with their smiling faces a little bit of me dies inside.

Though that's not why I'm completely sad.

Have you ever heard 2 cymbals clash against one other? It's really really loud.

Well I feel that way right now.
Like cymbals yelling in my ears constantly non-stop.

Wears the triangle here? The soft sweet cling.
I'd rather do without the clang thank you very much.


I'm merely just an instrument player waiting and hoping for the maestro to change the tune. Please. I'm begging you.

Instead, the cymbal player decided to clash it right next to my ear. While the gong of the big drum causes all my notes to topple down causing me great distress.

All I wanted was to sit on that chair.
That first chair.

Why aren't I accepted?

Just to have my hopes and dreams crushed oh so suddenly.

My fellow violinist, the soprano, didn't even bother to cover for me. But instead play their own solo piece, being the star of the show.

I'm so tired. And sad.

Will this day get any worse?

Don't you let it go.

The lingering question kept me up. Two am. Who do you love?

Claire Browning entered the party wearing a short simple dress. With a red lining on the top and botom, floral print design (white, with red flowers). It wasn't too flashy, but not too plain, it was just right. The length of her dress was a few inches above her knee, a thin straps on her shoulders. It hugged her body just right, not being loose or too tight.
Her long brown hair went past her shoulders, with small curls on the ends. Black wedge shoes, criss-crossed shiny straps over her small feet.

Music was playing, people dancing on the dance floor. Tables were lined up by the windows, people with cups in their hands drinking punch. It was in the middle of the day, and you could still see the sun out from the bright lengthy rectangular windows.

A familiar voice called out to her, and Claire smiled, taking her place on a chair, beside her group of friends.

"You look so gorgeous, Claire!" they exclaimed to her.

Her friends were also wearing party dresses, though mostly solid colours such as blue, purple, and black. You could tell that Claire stood out being uniquely different. They chatted for a bit, making conversation, sipping punch by the tables.

"Hey Claire," a smooth deep voice said behind her.

She recognized the voice almost instantly, but was hesitant to be sure.
Turning around she saw Michael Roberts.

"You look beautiful," he said smiling and taking her hand.

It was too good to be true. He looked absolutely ravishing in his suit.
She was right of course, it was too good to be true. She saw one of her friends behind him, seeming like she was pushing him towards her, or even supervising him to her.

She gave an small unattractive scowl, only noticeable to the person infront of her and herself.

"Thank you," she said taking her hand from him and turning away.

Claire took her cup of punch and took a small drink, putting it back on the table.

From her peripheral vision, she saw that Michael was still there.

"Um... so, how are you?" he said not quite nervously.

He's trying to make conversation. I wonder why. He probably wouldn't be talking to be if Gabby wasn't watching. Ugh.

"I'm fine, thank you, yourself?" she replied politely.

This was painful. So painful.

Michael took Claire's hand again and this time held it, intertwining their fingers.
It fit perfectly.

This was too much. Her mind and heart were fighting.

She wanted him to hold her hand. It felt so good, and so right. For Pete's sake, they fit perfectly together! Just like she always knew. She wanted it to last forever, for him to hold her like that all the time.
She looked at him after a few short moments. Letting go of his hand forcibly, she turned away from him again.

No. Why did I do that?

A sad look came over his face. Why did he have to look so nice tonight?

Looking at Claire for a brief moment, he looked at Gabby, the girl behind him, egging him to do something. Of course, she would. He would.

Claire didn't want that. She didn't want someone supervising on him, making sure everything he did was right. Was what she always wanted him to do. She wanted him to fight for her himself, not because someone told him to.

What was he going to do now?

Using her peripheral again, she saw that he was hesitating on what do to next.
Are you going to leave again? She thought ruefully.

Michael's hand was reaching for Claire's shoulder, to comfort her or maybe hug her. But then stopped mid-air as Claire turned away again, still sitting on the chair, crossing her shoulders.

Backing down, he just sat there. Like a clueless little boy waiting for something to happen.

She saw he wasn't going to do anything. Just like last time.

Claire stood up and left him sitting there. Her friends were still chatting, completely oblivious to what just happened in those few moments.

She knew that Gabby had her hands on her hips, yelling at him that he didn't do anything, him putting his hands in the air exclaiming that "She left."

He wasn't going to go after her.

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The next day was awarding. In a great marble hall, people were gathered around. Wearing fancy clothing, unlike last time.
Yesterday was just a small teen party. Today was a celebration.

The boys, wearing fancy black tuxes. Girls, long flowing ball gowns, with jewelry added.

Excitement filled the room. People were taking their seats on the big table, those who were presenting the medals there, with an empty seat beside them.

Those who weren't presenting, stood on the side of the room, waiting, and anticipating whether or not if they had won one.

People were called up, one by one, in between were applauds for them. Then they would sit down beside the person who had put the medal on them.

Claire walked in, late.
Her brown hair, looked lighter against the chandelier lighting. It was pulled up into a high simple bun. Small diamond studs on her ears. A white, flowy fabric flowed down her body.

Again, she stood out, looking differently. While others wore dark colours filled with decor on them, she was always the simple one. Silver heeled shoes, on her feet, she stood behind the last in line.

No one even noticed she were late, as those with awards were getting the most attention.

She looked around the room, then at the grand table. She saw that her best friend had gotten an award, in her light pink feathery gown. Her gold medal shone brilliantly. She was sitting beside Damian, the presenter of her medal.

Noticing the pattern... boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl...
It was curious.

Her friend, James was called, and Selena placed a medal around his neck. He proceeded then to sit bedside her.

More people were called, again, more applauds.

"Claire Browning!"

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Claire ended up sitting beside him again.

A strand of hair fell across her face. She looked so beautiful. Just so beautiful.

Michael ignored it, just as he ignored her completely. Or tried to.
Fighting the urge to brush it out of her face, he just stared straight ahead into the speaker on the podium.

He kept a unexpressive face when he had put the medal around her neck. He didn't even pull her chair, but just sat down, letting her seat herself.

In the past maybe he would've loved to seat her, he always did.
But things were different now, she wouldn't even look at him, not that he saw.

Everything was messed up. And he wasn't even going to bother to try to fix it.
Why should he anyways? It wasn't his fault.

The annoying part was Gabby was always trying to get him to talk to her. Even though he didn't want to. He would've rather be flirting with other girls, even prettier than Claire. He was over her already. Over. They were over.

It's useless to bring back the past. Useless.

--

Claire fiddled with her medal, giving quick glances at Michael.
He was completely ignoring her.

He didn't even seat her like all the other boys did. Or looked at her.
Maybe once, when he was giving her the medal, but nonetheless, he kept his eyes straight ahead.

I made a mistake, she thought. Maybe I shouldn't have ignored him yesterday. Now he's ignoring me. All I wanted was for him to chase after me. To fight for me.

She knew that would never happen.

Claire wanted him to talk. Waiting, waiting. Talk to me!

Isn't the guy supposed to pursue the girl? Not the other way around?
But somehow Claire felt the need to do something. She wasn't just going to wait until he said something. They were sitting beside each other supposedly, and at the end of the table! They should talk. Or something at least.

Oh no. They just had announced that now the partners were going to dance. People started getting up and dancing, some just chatting and eating on the table, laughing even.

Will Michael ask her to dance? Or will she have to?

This is painstaking. Not fair.
He just stared ahead. Who was he looking at?

I bet it's that pretty girl in the tight hot pink dress. She looks like she's not even clothed.

Okay, she needed to break the silence. It was getting awkward now.

She remembered back then when there was hardly any silences. They were always talking constantly. And if they weren't talking, they were either holding hands or --

Enough about that.

"Michael?"

He only replied with a grunt. Wow. Classy guy, he is.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Claire couldn't believe she just asked Michael to dance with her. She wanted to. She always has, but well, didn't want to seem like it.

Suprising her, Michael got up and took her waist. Placing her hands on his shoulder, she took his other hand and held it.

The music played beautifully. It was a myriad of lovely instruments that sung brightly.
She stared into his deep green eyes. He was so handsome.

They danced, a little awkward and slowly at first, only moving side to side on the first song.
But towards the next, he twirled her around like he used to. And she spun gracefully under his arms. She remembered why she had fell for him. She remembered.

They held each other's hand like they didn't want to let go. Like they wanted the moment to last forever.

--

The moment didn't last long. At all.

Shortly after the 2nd song a jaw droppingly gorgeous girl came up to Michael.

She had stunning blue eyes that sparkled like new crystals, long dark eyelashes that curled oh so perfectly towards the ceiling, with mascara no doubt, and a perfect figure 8 body.

Miss Hot Pink Dress.

"Hey there Mike," she giggled, "Can I call you that? Mike?"

Almost in an instant, Michael had dropped Claire on the floor, not even noticing.

"Sure," he replied cooly.

"Wanna dance?" her perfect white teeth flashed at him.

Without a word, Michael and miss body left Claire on the floor, getting ready to dance.

--

To be continued...

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Yeah :) So that was story that came about as soon as I started typing. What do you think?

Oh and if you haven't noticed, the title and the first line are lyrics from a song.. I'm clever that way. haha.

Stories.

I've been putting it off for a while.

Then again, I've been putting a lot of things off for a while.

I'm supposed to be writing a short story. No, it wasn't a homework assignment or a project. Heck, my teacher didn't even mention it to me. I just randomly volunteered because I like writing. And I think that I'm good at it. I thought to enter the contest.

In a few days, this short story would be due and I haven't had a clue on what to write about.

Actually, I did. Ish.

It was supposed to be a nice story called, "The Chariot".

I even did my research.

It was supposed to be in Athens, Greece. The Olympics.

About a young boy, who has always dreamed of riding a Chariot in one of the races one day. To win the games.

But one night, something happened.

His older sister, whom he greatly admired and was close to, went out.

She snuck out one night and told the boy not to tell their parents that she went out because her friends were going to take her on a ride. He promised her not to tell.

The next day, there was a twist of fate.

He wakes up that morning seeing his mother wrapped in his father's arms, crying, eyes puffy from her waterfall of tears.

He finds out that she had died in a Chariot accident. Now, he believes that it is his fault. He could've prevented the death if he had only told his parents. But he didn't. He lived all his life believing that it was his fault.

Flash forward.

It was now 8 years later. He is finally 18. The Chariot Races were coming up. His long lived dream. But yet he refuses to ride because of what happened with his sister.

After many people come to him and try to convince him of riding because it is his dream, an old man filled with wisdom finally does so.

In the end, he races. Races his very best and does it in the memory of his sister.

The theme is supposed to be about Forgiveness.

In the end he finally forgives himself for what happened and lets go of the past, moving forward.

--

Okay, so maybe I do have an idea.... I guess I just didn't take the time to write it down. Hmm, wow, I am good! Just kidding.

So what do you think about this story plot? Should I write it?

Although I also have a similar alternate story plot. I told my dad about it but he thinks its too tragic. So I don't know.

I'd appreciate it for input. Thanks :)

--

Now, please enjoy this short poem that I wrote. Just now.

The smell of salt and rust floated in the breeze,

Palm trees swayed to it, with nothing but ease.

Grains of sand fell, scattering brown.

Swirl of vibrant life came around.

Colours of white and blue, spread out with life.

A majestic sea wiping away the strife.

Let it take me away! I say.

Let it take me away.

The sound is getting louder as thunder takes its toll.

The previous calm waters suddenly started to roll.

Fish in the sea, creatures of all kind.

Made their way safely out of my mind.

They knew where to go, they knew what to do.

I wish I had followed, but got struck by the hue.

All movement had stopped.

The feelings had turned.

The world finally ended, being over-churned.

It didn't make sense.

I didn't know why.

But then I suddenly knew, after that next tide.

Laying there, with the life gone out of me.

Gone my confidant. Gone my destiny.

In a flash, it all came about.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

What happens next? What about me?

Gone. Gone. Gone. I say.

Gone my lovely sea.

My Sea, is the title if you haven't already guessed.

a Jane Anne Original.

Under the lights of NYC.

I am so drawn to you.

I guess it's just the way I am.

New York.

A place filled with wonder, buildings, exciting lights during the night.

I've always been longing to go there. Let me go there.

I get goosebumps just thinking about it. I think its part of my dreams. One of them :)

I feel if I go there life will suddenly come to make sense and brighten up the day.

Broadway.
Oh yes, that too.

Did you know I love to sing? That I love to act?
Musicals. Let me be in one.

I know it's a pretty far fetched dream to be in Broadway, singing on that majestic stage in front of thousands of people.

Heck, I bet that many people have this dream too.

Shall I be the one performing there? Getting roses thrown on stage praising me?

Or will I be the one sitting there, one of the spectators, wearing a bright red knit hat, in a wool black coat watching? That'd be cool too. And I actually mean it.

Broadway dream. Let me sing on that stage.

In front of a full audience, belting out one of the greatest songs of all time.
Orchestra. The spotlight shining on me.

I'll do it. One day.

Julliard.

Manhattan destiny.

I'll keep this one a secret for myself :)

Man, oh man. I want to go there so bad.

Haha, even to eat some New York City Pizza! Wearing a comfy black leather jacket, white scarf wrapped loosely around my neck, black high heeled boots (i know :P ), jeans, etc. My hair would be curled, nice fancy earrings.

I shall be holding some of those NYC fries and a really high calorie milkshake!

Chillin at Times Square. NBD ;)

Oh man, you don't even know how it looks during the night! (I suggest you become curious and google it) ;)

Being in New York is like falling in love every minute.

Like dreams are coming true.

The moment in those romantic comedies where you kiss.

Go after her! Go after her! Don't let her get away! Please. Chase after her man! Fight for her!

I just want to shout that whenever those scenes happen. You know, when the girl runs away, confused about what to do of her feelings of that man she's obviously in love with, but can't get hurt or want to be kept from her dreams.
The guy just stands there, watching her running away as the chorus sings in the streets who were previously serenading them romantically as the snowflakes fall lightly on them. Or something like that.

I know, I know...

But hey :P I'm a dreamer.

That probably doesn't really happen in real life. Or does it?

When a guy just surprises you by leaving a bouquet full of roses on your doorstep like that. During the night of course. (It's more romantic that way)

Sorry, rabbit trail there.

New York.
I think wonder. Excitement. Awe.

Walking down central park. Going on a horse-drawn carriage ride to the planetarium. Where he'll take me out on a date, watching the stars.

Or something like that.

Not to mention watching that ballet I've been dreaming about still. :)

How could I forget that one little detail? I'm a girl of course, and you know how we are.

SHOPPING!!!
Boy, would I need a load full of moola for this one. Haha.

Carrying those shopping bags, having a blast, laughing with your friends, still walking around the mall looking for pieces of clothing to match your eyes, walking around till your feet epically hurts and your legs feel like jelly. It is all worth it anyways :)

You go back to your hotel with your girlfriends, sort out what you bought in your shopping bags and laugh into the night telling stories, jokes. Pillow fight anyone?

Madison Square! YES!

Madison Square GARDEN :)

Oh mama mia. Here we go again.

mmhmm hmm hmm hmm hmm, dun dun dun duuun, la la la la... :)

I can hear that music. A mix of classical. There's jazz too :)

Dun dun dun dun... la la la. You hear the piano, the soft melody playing, the lead singer following the flow with her own style.

The dark blanket wraps itself on the sky, with tiny holes poking through it. We see them as stars.

Walking down the street in a soft pink short dress.

Mmhm.. la la la. Music plays distantly.

He twirls me around, under that streetlight.

~

Oh New York.

It's midnight as I am writing this. What a lovely imagination you have there Jane. Lovely indeed.

Goodnight World.

I think I shall dream now. Then again, have I ever stopped?

Parties.

The high tech sound system dropped the bass down low.
Music pounds in my ears as the rockstar-themed and decorated room seems to come to life when the bright lights swirl around the room.
Glitter. Dark eyeliner. Black and grey. Purple and blue.
Twisted balloons hang from the High ceiling and the inner walls. Black modern pictures squared on the wall.
Confetti pops from the gun, then everybody cheers to the party rock anthem.

I hear my name get introduced with light claps from the people.
The spotlight shines on me and men with cameras press record, pointing their professional lenses at me.

My eyes glisten, eyelashes blink once as I step in front of the stage. I open my lips and the room goes silent.

~

It's odd that everytime, well almost everytime, I'm at a party I tend to have some sort of participation or involved requested from me.
Even though I don't really know the inviters that well.

In other words, I pretty much always get asked to speak :)

Not trying to make this sound complicated but, it's true.

Weddings, parties, meetings.
I get asked to speak.

Not many people know this about me but I'm really really shy.
My knees start to shake, the overwhelming feeling of nervousness starts to take over me, and it seems as though the world won't stop spinning.
Sometimes it looks as though I'm inside a fishbowl and everyone is poking it with their eyes and entire face pressed on the side making it appear like a big bulge.

Don't get me wrong.
Fear happens to everyone. But it takes a lot to conquer it.
It's called courage.

There's a big weight pushing down on me, trying to block out the oxygen, making my lungs suddenly feel heavy and weak.
I can't take it. I want to fall down and let the weight crush me.

But I don't.

I can't.
I instead block those two words out of my mind. Block it. Dodge it. Don't let it hit you.

I may not have best upperbody strength. Buy still I push that heavy weight up, preventing it from ever conquering me.

Not everything is easy. Not everything is handed to you so simply.

Still quite reluctant to, I make my choice. Either I could stand, or fall.

Then I think about the "What if" questions.

What if I refused? I let my fear get the better of me and completely regret it. Surely no one would ask me to go on stage anymore, knowing I wouldn't have the guts to.

But then again, isn't that a relief? No more nervousness, no more being afraid of messing up, no more expectations.

But that's just playing it safe.

It's like taking the shortcut on a hiking trail. You don't want to face the possibility of tree branches hitting you, getting scraped on your knees, scratched, bruised, and scarred. The thorns, prickles, maybe even poison ivy won't get the chance to touch you. You won't even break a sweat. Not bothering to look at the spinning arrow twirling around the small object in your hand directing you if you're headed the right direction. Looking at a map would be waste of time because you can already see where you're headed.

Absolutely no challenge at all.

But where would that get you? Sure, you'd get there. Easy.
You're already at the top before everybody else, it's still the middle of day time, sun shining down on you. It's a beautiful day.
You decide to head back because you have extra time left. Hey! Maybe you could even sit on that couch and finally finish that book you've been working on. Comfortable right?

Still, you know there's something missing, nothing to learn or grasp.

The satisfaction of finally reaching that peak. That point where you've been dreaming, working hard to go.

You're finally there. Seeing that beautiful sunset emerge from the clouds. An explosion of run rays beam in all directions from the clouds. Vibrant colours of yellow, orange, red, and gold light up the sky. Tints of pink, purple, and blue accents under those gleaming colours.

It is so beautiful.

A tear streaks down from your eye, I made it, you say to yourself. I finally made it.

~

Opening my eyes, I end with a breath.

The light still blocking my view from the crowd, I could feel the intensity. No, I wasn't nervous anymore. I was completely fine.

I walk down from the stage and the party officially begins.

The music starts playing again and everybody's faces seem to glow with smiles. Just like that sunset.

Yikes.

I woke up this morning from a very strange dream. And it isn't the first time I have.

My dreams lately have been so realistic, it feels like I am actually in them and living them.

But this time, same as the one prior to that, which would make it the second time, that I dreamt about you.

It's normal to dream about other people right?

Last night's dream was very vivid. I dreamt about all my friends, me at school and all of us went on a field trip. It was a very fun field trip, though right now I don't remember all the details like when I woke up.

But what stood out the most to me, is why was I spending time with you?

It was weird. It flashes through my mind from the dream how we sat down just laughing and talking and having a good time.

You and I were telling jokes and teasing each other. It was happy.

Blue skies.

Everybody was just hanging out and you and I sat on the pavement just sharing thoughts and stories like we always do. Just like good ol' friends.

It annoys me how I woke up with a smile to that one. Even though I felt kind of sore.

After breakfast today I walked around outside of the house just thinking.

Re-thinking about my dream and how we just hung out. Why was I trying to re-live it?

Oh yeah, because the fact that we're friends only exists in my dreams.
That sentence sounded less lame in my mind.

It's weird, I never used to think about this before. Well obviously I have in past times, but not lately. Why am I thinking about it now?

I tend to over analyze things so I think back and wonder why.

Is it because I started listening songs of Taylor Swift again?
Is it because I am listening to Vanilla Twilight constantly?

Maybe it's because I'm playing the piano with my eyes closed. That's what makes it more passionate.

But I never think of you when I do those things.

I'm guessing those little actions trigger something in my brain, the past memories that made me happy, associating with the action and song. Yeah. Maybe its that.

They come up in my dreams.

"Oh darling I wish you were here."

Those lyrics from Vanilla Twilight echo in my mind. I like the tune, it's very catchy :)

That's why I like it.

You know that I do still pray for you. I still care about you even though I know that I hardly ever cross your mind.

These are the thoughts and things I'm afraid to even share with anyone and talk about.

Usually I'm the one listening. I'm shy.

In my eyes I have told you that I still--

So where are you now? I hope that you are alright.

This is painful you know. But I still laugh it off. Haha. ^.^

Naw, it's alright.

I like Owl City.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPjB52dCg64

Change.

Change is extremely hard, I know.

But it happens all the time. From the leaves changing from green to brown, yellow, orange, and red. Then the trees being covered in snow, bare without leaves. Then during the spring, sprouting up flowers, grass, leaves. The sun comes out shining brightly, coming out of the clouds that had kept them hidden for a while. It gets hot, then cools of a again. Repeat.

Change.

I'm not sure if I like it. But it happens. Too much change can definitely get to you. If it's something that you're not used to or very uncomfortable doing.

I've been to multiple schools already. Always had to make new friends, new teachers, new reputations, new grade, new personality. It's so difficult.

The longest I've probably been to a school is 4 years. Not kidding. From nursery (when I was 2) till grade 1, was 4 years for me. Then transferred again for grade 2. Then moved COUNTRIES, one school for grade 3 and 4. Then another one for grade 5. Then another for grade 6, 7, 8, 9.

4 years.

And now I'm doing self study. That's difficult as well. But I'm still enrolled in the same school and I'm not sure if I like it.

Maybe I should've just transferred again. It's actually killing me somehow.

I miss being able to have classes and go to school and pay attention to teachers. Getting homework, then finishing it in school so I don't have to do it at home. I miss hanging out with friends.

Life. Is. So. Tough.

I'm sitting here trying to relax from stress by typing on my laptop blogging away while there is a rainstorm going outside. Thunder.

I finished making lists of things I had to do tomorrow. The rain is constantly pouring and sometimes the lights flicker on and off.

I feel my health deteriorating from lack of sleep and food. And a social life.

Plus, my relationship with God is kind of .... woosh.

Not liking my life at the moment. Maybe I need to pray.

Gosh, so many things are going on. Overdue assignments, tests, quizzes, extra activities.

My lack in faith and trust.

Relationships are kind of going down the drain as well.

Haven't been to church in a while. I miss it.

I wish that I was a child again. Wishing that I was back in my 7 year old self, watching television all the time, playing in the playground, colouring my kim possible colouring book with my brand new crayons with disney characters carved on the top.

Good times. Not having to worry about anything.

Dreams. When I go to sleep I enter a world that is just me and I feel at peace. During the night, I think about a lot of things and I get peaceful.

Relief. Thanks God.

I think I should go to sleep now considering it is just about 3am and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. It is not fun to be completely busy all the time, trying to fulfill many tasks.

I'm not ahead of things anymore as I used to be. I'm not perfect.

I somehow think I am growing up as well, facing the issues and challenges of life and reacting in a way that I don't usually do. I'm now thinking about life ahead, the future, and other things besides shopping, boys, pleasing others. It's weird how a 5hr long drive, lying down in the backseat, watching the raindrops race themselves down the window in the dark night filled with city lights can stimulate thinking and change things just like that.

Gone. I think I'm finally growing up. A lot of thinking is involved in this blogpost. A lot. Do you realize that I have mentioned the phrase "I think" a lot. Odd.

I'm not sure anymore either. About what I thought life was going to be like. I'd rather relax. Though it is not practical. Thanks J, you altered my thinking at things.

But I don't like it.

-Jane.

Oh Boy.

I realize that there's always that one popular guy that everybody likes.

That one guy with the nice perfectly messy hair. The gorgeous eyes that every girL would love to stare at. And that toned, muscular body that every guy wishes they had.

He's the "It Guy" at school. Always surrounded by pretty girls, distantly admired by all the nerdy quiet girls, maybe even the goth chicks.
The guys who are almost like him are his friends. The Sports man. His posse is his team. Loved by everyone. The team leader, the playmaker, point guArd in basketball. Striker in Soccer.

Maybe even School President if he's intelligent.

One look at that guy and you think, "Dang."

I wonder what life is like in his point of view. Was he raised up good? Did he have troubles?

Of course, he must have, nobody is perfect.

Although, he almost seems to be.

I know one guy who fits this description perfectly. He knows everyone. Or rather, everybody knows him.

He's the kind of guy you want to haNg around with. Who your parents would want you to marry or something.

Stunning smile...

He's also the kind of guy girls would fall for just like that. (snaps).

Too kind. So niCe. Probably would be voted as "Most likely to succeed"

"Most popular"

"Well loved"

or even

"Really really hot."

I don't know. Why am I talking about this now?

Why am I even thinking about this now?

I was just wondering anyway. Plus I sort of maybE came across a picture of him or something...

No big deal.

But yeah. Who am I talking about anyways? I won't say his name. Or maybe I already have.

If you're smart and know me, I'm sure that you'll figure it out. :)

Perspective.

This is supposed to be easy.

But it's not. ISH.

Usually, I'd love these kinds of assignments, you know the creative ones, where we have projects where we have to create and draw and use our imaginations, etc.

The kind where I would love to work hours perfecting, even though I would get most of it done at school.

This semester's subjects are SO EASY. I wouldn't have much homework at all if I was at school.

But no.. I am not at school, I am somewhere else in the world, so I have to do this online.

It takes most of my hours and time and adds more stress and less fun to learning.

As I have to take these exams when i get back, so me, being the perfectionist I am, consumes about 6 hours or so working on one thing.

Whilst, if I was at school, I would work only 30mins on it, knowing what to do.

This is extremely challenging for me, though I'd hate to admit it since everybody thinks I have it so easy since I'm supposed to be the smart one.

I chuckle and shrug it off sometimes, but meh.

It really does get to me. Travelling, doing many projects and such.

I just came back just midnight last night from another country... and now tomorrow morning at 6am leaving again to another Province.

It is not an easy thing.

My guitar lesson teacher told me that I don't need guitar lessons, that's good to hear, since I already know how to play and can self study from there. I already do that :P

So I stopped (a relief), and now just focusing on Violin.

As for TaeKwonDo, I have already missed 4 classes.... So much for that.

Reason for that is Travel. Moving city to city or country to country going places.

I mean, this doesn't occur a lot and I shouldn't be complaining too much, but when it does happen, gosh its quite hectic.

Now, something else that I dislike is when teachers, um, well... lets not go there.

Don't get me wrong, my teachers are fantastic. But I'm going to zero in on one of them.

I've been trying to email said teacher, but well, no reply... its a bit irritating. Oh well. I still better get the credit for that class. Even though said teacher hardly acknowledges my existence. Bummer there.

Now initially, I was speaking of that creative project.

I was just reading tons of information previous, and yikers. Tons of things to incorporate. Truthfully, I'd rather have a test or something. -.-"

Oh and another thing, I worked 6hrs on this one project, and I got a 97% on it........

I'm sorry but I think I should've gotten 100%. Just saying.

It's not that I have a problem with getting a 97%, its a good grade really, but still...

I know, its tough for me to ask for help. Not for the reasons that you think though.

Multiple reasons. It might be because I'm either stupid... or very stupid.

I do ask for help, but I don't want to get annoying. It sucks.

I ask help to my friends, and remind them 3 times, but they forget, and I just would hate to ask them again because I feel like I'm being a nuisance or burdening them with something. Even though it is crucial that I receive that particular help.

I'm shy okay?

So I pretty much just cope with it and spend 5hrs figuring it out.

(Usually I'm the helper, people go to help to, not the helpee).

Plus, I'm observant. No one likes to talk about school, AFTER school. They want to just relax, etc. Whatever. I'll deal.

I know. Easy subjects. Math. English. Bible.

Very easy, should be a complete breeze.

Other's thoughts: I don't know why you are having trouble with these subjects, so easy.

Me: Yeah, well try to see things at my perspective.

I'm trying to deal with this all by myself. It is hard enough. I believe in myself, so don't worry kids.

Do you see? *sigh*

Oh well, blogging calms me down and removes most of the stress.

I'm sure y'all reading this are tired of me being negative if that's what your thinking.

I'm only a girl, let me be! It's not often I get to express my thoughts freely. I'm really more of a thinker than a talker.

Yeah, I know.

On the outside, I may seem like a happy-go-lucky kind of girl. A carefree one, confident, funny, weird, talkative and loud.

But meh. I don't know anymore.

Yes, that is me but trust me, I've been through many things adults have been through.

You dont even know.

Oh haha, here's to lighten up the mood :)

Today, one of my friends, LOL.

Asked me advice on DATING.

lolololol.

Oh and if you're wondering who I'm talking about, I won't tell you.

I keep my client's identity confidential.... xD

You see, I'm kind of the person everybody goes to, since I'm dependent and all, always pushing through and being there for them, etc. Plus they think I have wisdom.

Anyways, back to my story, (P.S. what goes on in this blog stays in this blog, so don't go around telling this story or anything, no rumors please), I guess said person knew I was wise-ish. So said person asked me some advice.

I was laughing to myself actually because haha first of all-- I'm Single :P

and second of all, yeah, that's it. I'm Single.

Haha :) And person is asking me for advice! LOL. well I gave it the best I could, even with little information on the subject, and I think I had helped :)

Yay! LOL.

Yeah, well that's it. Did you make it here? Till the end?

If you did, then good job :) Thanks for reading!

Contact me for a free slurpee or something :)

Sparks.

Hello,

Long time no blog?

Well I've been very busy lately, still busy now as I am a bit behind in some school work... But I can catch up :)

Been travelling a lot with many thoughts in my mind. Finished the book "The Last Song" on the flight back... glad to read it again.

Speaking of that book I am excited to hear that one of my favourite authors is coming where I live!!

NICHOLAS SPARKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just the thought of him coming here and me having the chance to meet him leaves me starstruck.

I'd probably feel like falling of the chair if I ever meet him. It would be so cool.

When I found out this information of him coming here I immediately froze, not believing my eyes. I saw it on a huge billboard by a mall on the way home from the airport...

I instantly had daydreams of me being the first in line meeting him, getting all his books and autographs. And letting him know that I've written many books as well... but never made it past the first chapter of each.

So then he tells me to finish them. I tell him I want to.

He then smiles at me and takes one last picture with me before I leave, not seeing him ever again. Maybe.

I sit at that mall by starbucks and I see someone walking towards me.

Is mom already here to pick me up? I gather my stuff, ready to stand up and look up at the man before me.

It's him.

Mr. Sparks himself.

He greets me hello.

I sit back down, stunned as he sits on the chair across from me.

"Hi", I mutter shyly. "Um... Mr. Sparks."

"Call me Nicholas," he says.

He then asks me about my stories that I've been writing.

Luckily, I had my laptop with me, and he had his.

I showed him all my storyline plots that I have written, each ranging and differing from action, adventure, romance, to different times, etc.

He gives me plenty of reactions to each one, commenting and pointing out his favourite part.

It wasn't quiet at our table at all!

We both laugh at some of the silly parts and he nods his head at some of the more heartwhelming parts.

"I like these. A lot." He points to my laptop screen, "I honestly don't think I could've came up with any of these. These are so creative."

"Thank you so much, it means a lot."

"Finish them. Go past the first chapter and move on. Pick one to focus on and it will be great."

I nod my head. "I will." I say it shyly.

He chuckles, "Now I know what you're thinking, a head full of questions, a writer's mind."

I blush, knowing it was true.

" I don't know which one to pick... I have trouble writing them sometimes, I go with what I feel really."

"Pick the one you love the most. The one that is most true to you and to others. Now which of these would it be?"

I point to the one that I recently started.

"Go with that one then, write with your heart."

I smile at him, "Thank you."

We go and chat some more, him giving me advice about writing techniques, etc.

But not only that, we had a very good discussion on God. He surprisingly, but not surprisingly, had his Bible with him in his bag.

We both read out our favourite passages and did some devotion.

Who would've thought, me, an ordinary girl sitting at starbucks, having devotions with her FAVOURITE AUTHOR!!!

It's amazing. He had so much wisdom and so much to share I couldn't believe it.

"You know that story, that exciting one that you wrote?" he says.

"Yeah, what about it?" I was a bit nervous, but not so much anymore as I spoke with him more.

"How would you like it if we collaborated on that one? I really like the plot."

My mouth opened, "Are you serious? Do you really mean it?"

I sat there excitedly unable to hold it. Maybe this was all a joke or something. Was Nicholas Sparks... asking me... to write... a book.... with HIM?!

I waited for him to tell me that he was just kidding, all a joke.

"Of course. Out of all of the story plots, this one is my favourite. It is so exciting."

I then fell off the chair and had to be rushed to the hospital by an ambulance.

Just kidding. :P

"Wow! Of course!!! Wow!"

Yeah, that was me being professional.

He laughed lightly, "Alright, I'm glad to do so! We'll have to exchange emails though to keep in contact."

Keep in contact? He was asking me to keep in contact? OH HAPPY DAY!!!

We then exchanged emails and said our goodbyes.

"I believe in you Jane. I really do."

That pretty much left me smiling for hours.

Confusion?

So today was weird. Ish.

I had spoken with a person whom I don't usually talk to and it was nice.

And the person who I usually talk to it was okay.

Flipped.

Then I worked my butt off, was stressed, and ate Muesli all day.

Then went downstairs and got starbucks delivered to me, I was in my pjs and some random dude said my name whom I had no idea whom he was.

Then. Well. now, actually I went on here to rant, but I don't really feel like ranting anymore.

Because of a major turn of events.

Life is confusing. I feel like I'm an M&M in a sea of skittles or something.

Yes, I know horrible metaphor.

But I'm so confused atm.

Confusion seems very major today.

OKAY. So now I'm really confused.

Sorry this blog post doesn't really make sense right now as I am writing it in different times and events happen...

But whoa.

I think I drank too much caffeine.

Clueless.

You know how you watch a creepy horror film and you know that there's a monster or whatever behind that door and yet the main character approaches it is stupidly going to open it and see what that breathing is?

You're screaming, "No! NO! Don't open that door! You're going to die!!"

But still, they do.

Of course, that's how movies are planned. They never listen to you and then the main character has to die and you're scared off your pants.

It's annoying.

Or when you see that boy and girl on tv who like each other and don't tell one another and you never see them end up with one another because they already ended up with someone else....

That's the problem with movies.

Like, there's more problems as well. Like disney, for instance.

They get you high expectations on men and how boys are supposed to be.

You dream of prince charming and then you end up with a frog. Really.

Or tv shows draw you scenarios of first day of school. You walking down the hallway expecting to have wind blow in your hair and walk gracefully on the hallway with every guy/girl staring.

But really, you struggle as you try not to trip and you pull up your oversized jeans and everyone only turns their heads or even bother to look up when you mess up.

And it lives on with you forever.

Oh, and another thought.

You know that chainletter that used to go on or I think still goes on about that boy who liked that girl but never told her and in the end, he goes to her funeral and they read out a diary entry from highschool and it said that the girl actually liked the guy but was too afraid to tell him because of blah and blah.

Doesn't that suck? And the guy had to see the girl go around married to another guy.

And when he's all old and its too late he find out.

Bleh bleh bleh.

Idk.

I know this guy who likes this girl but never talks to her. It is a little bit creepy for her to see find him staring at her a lot.

Just saying.

Sorry about ranting at the moment, but sometimes people can be so clueless about certain messages that people are trying to give to one another.

It's like dodgeball.

You constantly pelt them with dodgeballs, trying to tell them something, but they keep dodging it.

Yeah, I know, that's the point of dodgeball, you try not to get hit, but..

Wait a sec. The metaphor that I used just pretty much gave me a whole new perspective on things.

What if. You're trying to throw the dodgeballs, like giving a message to someone.

But they keep dodging it, like they don't want to receive that message, they don't even what to hear it or be apart of it.

Because they don't want to get hit. They don't want to be involve with what you're trying to give them.

They just go through life, avoiding things.

But then the game just never ends.

Someone has to get hit.

So if the other team just keeps dodging it and not even going to listen or get a second thought of it... Who gets hit? Who loses? Someone has to lose.

So the team trying to get the message across, or the person per se... Loses.

The other team loses, because instead, they get hit. They are unable to hit the other team.

Wow.

I just figured everything out in a matter of 5 minutes.

No wonder people ask me for advice.

Thanks for listenin folks.

That is all.

Breathe.

It's called breathing. That thing that you do when you get air in and out of your lungs.

If you don't you kind of die from asphyxiation.

Breathe.

My heart thumping. Butterflies.

I really don't think I should feel like this given the current situation and events that is taking place.

Breathe.

I want to breathe but I know I can't since I'm surrounded by water.

Breathe.

I'm able to pull the plug at the bottom of the sea, but I can't since I care about the sea creatures surrounding me.

Breathe.

So I'll let my lungs deflate and my heart break from not being able to produce enough blood for lack of oxygen.

Close.

I'll let myself close in a sea of darkness, throwing away the treasure that I safely kept away in my heart escape my soul and sink further into a dark dungeon deep, penetrating the very core that was before, the life of the ocean.

I don't think its fair. But then again, life isn't fair in itself.

A million knives and swords that were thrown to the beautiful creature beside me.

But instead, I lunge towards it with all that I have and push my chest out and take it instead of the creature.

But I'll be fine. I always turn out fine.
It shall be alright.

Just fine.

Breathe.