BE DISTRACTED BY THE PRETTY HEADER + SNIPPETS OF A STORY

HEY LET'S JUST DELVE RIGHT INTO THIS POST AND FORGET I TOOK A SUPER LONG BREAK FROM BLOGGING OKAY? OKAY. PLZ DON'T KILL ME. 

Since I took a haitus that was only semi-planned (meaning I knew I wouldn't post AS much due to my sister's wedding but then haha yeah didn't even after all that craziness subsided) I will oblige you all by sharing snippets of a story I haven't worked on in ages. 

It IS finished, but YAH NEEDS A LOT OF EDITING (send HALP PLZ*)

I plan on editing this like crazy in the semi-near future, or enlisting some help THEN I MAY OR MAY NOT BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR BETA READERS YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING??

*why is it so much fun to write plz??????

So I'm going to be starting a new blog soon dedicated solely to my Adventure Entries so when that comes up I will share the link with you and expect you all to be good little children and subscribe to that one too!!
However, I am going to put a whole bunch of entries on there until I am completely caught up to the day I am living in and THEN I will make the blog public so I am sorry if it is a lot to catch up on, but I may end up putting it in a book and publishing it anyway SO THERE YA GO.



Here be the snippets:

The beginning few sentences:

Chopin floats gently out of the speakers as Phillip and I do the dishes. I wash, as a rule. He is too slow, and never uses enough soap. He dries, as a rule. I can't stand drying with a wet towel, and the towel never stays dry for long. Neither of us speak, and neither of us care. We love to listen to the rippling of the piano roll around the room, and are content to work in silence. As I drain my sink, and rinse the extra suds away, he puts the last dish in the cupboard. I fold the rag and drape it on its hook. He spreads his towel over the oven door handle. I sweep the floor, and he vacuums the living room.

Enter: Trouble, right stage.

¨Class, we have a new student amongst us! Please do your best to welcome him!¨ Mrs. Latimer says in her false cheerful voice- the one she only uses for adults, and welcoming new students. A boy with shockingly blond hair stands up. His eyes are a kind of brown auburn color I have never seen before.

'Sup, loser.

¨Hey! You!¨

I freeze.

¨ Yes you!¨ I turn around and see the New Kid, but he’s not talking to me. He is talking to a tall handsome guy a few feet away from me. New Kid is tiny compared to him, but he walks over and pokes Tall Guy in the chest.

“I saw you trip her!” he yells, pointing at me. My eyes widen. “You got a problem with her?”

Tall Guy smirks,“No, but I got a problem with you poking me.” he says, causing a lot of laughter. I am amazed that New Kid would stand up for me. Maybe he isn’t so bad. But then New Kid just lifts his hands in surrender and gives a nervous chuckle

“Just wondering.” he says, and backs off. Never mind.

Because I wanted to see what it would be like to enjoy math:

(pro tip: it's terrible 0.5/10 do not recommend)

I am in need of some math and chocolate to restore me to my senses. There is a bag of chocolate chips in the cupboard, so I take the whole thing, a spoon and the tub of peanut butter.

5y - 7y + 6y - 9 = 3 + 2y is… I ask myself. Phillip usually makes the meals because he was the only one who really knew how. Okay, combine terms… Now, I know enough to scrape a meal together, but still not much. Add 9, subtract… divide... I’ll have to ask Philip to teach me some more about meals. I get out the chicken, and put it in the oven like it says in the directions. I follow the recipe for everything on the label of the alfredo sauce. I love it when labels have recipes. It makes it so much easier. “Aha!” I yell out loud, “It's 6!” I check my answer quickly and then grin.

Math is so calming.

Because that's what older brothers are for:

Before Mom´s sickness, Phillip and I were basically strangers. We only spoke to each other when we were fighting, and never went into each other's rooms. I positively disliked him. Then, on the day of the funeral, Dad got mad and yelled at me for being too loud. I was barely making any noise at all. I started crying, and so Phillip came out of Mom’s room, took me gently by the shoulders and walked me to my room. We stayed up there and played Barbie dolls till supper time. I smile at the thought, because I had grown out of my Barbies a long time ago, but it was the only thing Phillip thought girls played with. We played more often after that. H always made the girls run away, and stop the Nazi Ken dolls from destroying the planet. They would try, anyway. They never won. The Nazis always caught them in the end and shot them.

She's the paramedic:

“Hello Mabel. I hoped you would come.” Phillip says from the doorway. Without turning around the woman barks a little laugh and says.

“Hiya, Squirt.” Then she does turn and then tilts her head in Paige's direction. “You should have told me you had a girlfriend, baby.” She says.

“Well I didn't want you to be jealous. That could prove hazardous for everyone's health.” He smiles back.

Paige looks confused, but I smile and Mabel throws her head back and roars with laughter.

After a minute or so, she sobers up and then jerks her thumb at me.

“What's the story with the kid?”

poetry:

White paper

Blue ink

Icy vapor

Upon the brink.

...

My brother,                 My friend

My mother                 No longer

My father                A stranger

And me.

Enter Polly Parrot:

¨Polly, this is Beatrix. Beatrix, Polly.¨ I smile back at her.

“Hi.” I say

“Hi!” she says. I can easily tell they are sisters. They both have wavy blond hair, and bright blue eyes. They both have that dimple in their chin when they talk. And they both talk. Non. Stop. They are really nice, and Polly has a very good sense of style, but by the time we get out to get our nails done, my ears are ringing.

“Have you never seen the Idiot’s Lantern?” I ask her. “That is the episode this costume is from!”

“I don’t really like the tenth Doctor.” she says. I stare at her. “What?” she demands haughtily “I can have an opinion can’t I?” I frown. That is what Jonas said. I shrug and nod at her.

“I suppose. Now put my nail polish away will you?” she does so, and then pushes my TARDIS noise a couple of times. That girl.

Thank you for your patience, peoples, it really means a lot to me!!
Also, minor note here, I had my SECOND BLOGOVERSARY on October 12 (i think????) and I MISSED IT!!! I feel terrible!!!
But I also don't have anything to celebrate with so THERE'S THAT.
Here's a quick interrogation- I mean SURVEY! Ha ha. Survey.
DO IT NOW!
lol jk u don't have 2
But Do It. 

AND THAT'S ALL!!! sorry this post was one of the old Dump Everything on You and Then RUN, but I mean you guys survived it before I turned sane (<< this was a joke. ew. why would I EVER be sane?!) so yah you can bear it again. 

kayloveyoubyeeeeeeee