X Country

      This weekend I have another cross country meet. I am nervous! Today my whole family didn't want to go to school today. Just like I sometimes want to take a break from cross country. But like them I can't. We get so busy sometimes we just have to stop and breath. In cross country I have a meet Saturday and Tuesday. Then I can have my first weekend off. Yaaaaa! We will probably do nothing like always. The only vacation we take is the first weekend of October when we go up to Tan-Tara so my dad can go to a school board meeting. This might be our last one though. I am so looking forward to it.    

Bottle up memory

    If I could bottle up a memory I know exactly what I would bottle up. When I was little maybe in 1st grade my mom was a stay at home mom. Every day I would walk home with my big brother and I would talk and talk until tj got mad enough to make me believe in all kinds of crazy stuff. We lived in the middle of no where there were trees every where and a long gravel road it was beautiful. It would take us 10 minutes to get home to a house hidden by trees and although it looked small it  was huge on the inside. When we got home my mom would be there making diner and the house would be filled with a wonderful smell. We would call out in a loud voice "mom we're home!" and we go on a search to find her. When we finally found her we would takes turns telling her about our day. I have never been good at summarizing so I usually took 30 minutes to tell her about every single detail of my day. We were always doing something fun or exciting or unusual it was really good we were the perfect family some of the time. I would open that bottled up memory every day. Most of the time we don't realize how wonderful the life we have and live until it is ripped away from us. Then all we want is to have that back have those few moment when life is good again.

weight

      Why do we weigh our selves? Why does it matter what people think about us? Why should we care? We are our own tape measure. When we think we look good we look good. Don't measure your self up to people. You have your talents they have theirs. Our weight is our business and nobody can tell us different. It doesn't matter if we are the smartest kids in the class or the prettiest we are special in our own way and if somebody can't see that they can't see at all. Never let somebody let you down. You are your own person. Don't let any one tell you different.  

Face in the window

       I pulled my dog aside and looked out my window only to see a face staring back at me. I could feel the scream climbing up my throat as I turned to run to my parents bedroom. Unfortunately for me I had left my window open and the girl reaches out and grabs me. Then in one swift movement she covers my mouth and climbs in my window. I can feel the terror coursing through me and freezing me in the moment. All I could was watch as she duct taped  my mouth and then locked my door.

7th grade chaos

 7th grade is chaos. You have the pretty pinks. You have your runners. You have your populars. You have your misfits and then you have your quiet loners. You put all these groups in a gym and you have chaos and 7th grade. The pretty pinks always where something pink and keep to themselves mostly. The runners always play tag and are fast. Runners keep on playing the same game over and over again they never stop they just pause the game until further notice. If you aren't a runner then you will never catch them unless they let you. Then the populars they're pretty, they're mean, and they're cool. They gossip and they whisper if you aren't one of them you can't hang around them. They're pretty viscous if you get on their bad side. They really popular kids tend to never leave they're posse. My advice to any one who is not popular STAY AWAY FROM THEM!!!!!!!!! The misfits are any one who wants a friend and can't find one they usually find each other. They form a group and some are quiet some are loud and some are just plain annoying. They are usually the left overs any one who's nice takes them in any who not makes there life miserable. Misfits groups are small and they find each other by chance. Loners can be a misfit but they can also be just plain sad and alone. No one wants them so they sit quietly and watch and lesson. Beware the loners they see and hear every thing. They are smart, witty, and understand most everything. You get on there bad side and if they aren't nice they will eat you alive and spit you back out. They can turn a popular into a misfit in a day. Loners are usually just sad and angry inside but all the same respect them and they will leave your dirty secrets alone. That is 7th grade chaos put that in a gym and it is worse than an atomic bomb. Remember though a loner is always watching and is always listening they will find out your secrets if they put they're mind to it.  

Over the weekend I went to Ekert with my friend ,Autumn,. It was fun. Then on Saturday I went to my other house to help my parents move stuff. The reason I have 2 houses is because I moved over the summer and I am still moving. We are almost done so soon I will be free on Saturday, Ya!

Letter from a classmate

    "Tori, Tori, Tori!"
      "Oh, here!"
This is getting kind of embarrassing. I daydream every day and every day I don't here her calling me until the last minute. Then every one laughs and the teacher scolds me. The reason this has been happening is because I met a boy! His name is Christian. I met him on the streets and he goes to my school. He isn't in any of my classes but I see him after school. He is sooo nice and cute! I just can't stop thinking about him!
      "Earth to Tori, Earth to Tori!"
       "Oh sorry Maddie!"
Maddie is my best friend  I've known her forever.
        "You were thinking about Christian weren't you?" Maddie giggled.
         "I can't stop thinking about him, Maddie!"
          "Tori and Christian sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"Maddie said mocking me.
           "HaHa very funny Maddie."
         I look over and see Christian walking towards us and my heart stopped. He was wearing long baggy pants and a T-shirt. His hair was messy in a cool way. He was the only cool guy in school that had tons of muscle and didn't play football. He was a street kid and my dad would kill me if he knew I was hanging out with him. My older sister was despised because she dated a good kid who goes to our church. He was perfect and still my dad wouldn't let her see him. I don't even want to know what he would do to me.
         "Hey, Tori whats up?" Christian said smoothly.
          "Hey,"
         

The technology diference

    From 2005 to 2013 there is a big difference. A difference that I don't like. There is too much technology. In 2005 we had to write letters! We had to actually talk to each other! Now though all everybody does is text or call. When we get bored we play on our iPod or we get on our tablets. In 2005 we played actual bored games not the ones on our Wii. We also played card games and interacted with each other. I know high tech computer systems are important because my dads business thrives on it, but that doesn't mean we have to. I mean when are we with out our iPod or cell phone or tablet? Technology stinks!