I really want some feedback. I just found this in my old files from school about a year and a half back. Its a story I wrote for my english class. it is Completely fictional. This didnt really happen. But I read it and it choked me up even tho i wrote it. It made me want to cry. So please read this for me and let me know what you think. I would really love your input.


Adopted

It was raining the day I died. Ok, well no it wasn’t, but it was raining the day I found out I was adopted. It seemed to start as soon as I read the letter. Apparently nobody wanted me to know I was adopted, but it’s not like they did anything to really hide it. I mean if I had really wanted to I could have easily found out. But why would anyone in their right mind think, ‘I think I will snoop around today, maybe find out I was adopted!’ So I guess if I had wanted to, I could have found it. It was right in with some of my dad’s papers. It kind of just, well, fell out at me. But now that it was there, I guess I had to know more, yet I had a feeling my dad wasn’t going to tell me much, based on the amount of information I had been given the past fifteen years; and with that I ruled out my mom and the rest of my family. I guess I was on my own this time. But let me go back for you. Not too far, just back to April 29, 2005, the beginning of my fifteenth birthday. That’s when my life changed as I know it.

“Good morning pumpkin,” my dad kissed me on the forehead as I stumbled sleepily into the Carolina room “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you, daddy.” I returned his affection, yawning, as I collapsed onto the bright red, oversized chair, turning the TV on to the weather station. It was habit to wake up to dad working on the computer, plopping into the oversized chair, and checking the weather.
“Don’t you think you should get a move on?” dad said pointing out the time. By this time it was now about 7:00 AM. I knew I had to start getting ready. Normally dad would take me to school at about 8:00, so usually I would have had more time. But that day dad was letting me walk to school with my friend Cassie. I knew she would be by about quarter of, so I had to rush a bit to get around.
As I was getting out of the shower, I heard my dad shout into me, “Katie, can you do me a favor when you get a chance?”
“Sure daddy, I’ll be out in a minute.” I hurried to get dressed in my knee length black skirt, black and white shirt, with the word ‘ANGEL’ printed in pink lettering. I threw on a pair of missed-matched socks, one blue and one purple, my white sneakers and some missed-matched jewelry. I fixed my hair into long curls, put on some make-up and walked back into the Carolina room, where dad still sat on the computer. He always did this, he would get to comfortable at the computer that he would have me stop what I was doing to get him something he was too lazy to get himself. “Yeah, daddy?”
“Would you mind going into the ‘ordered’ box in the storage room and grab me the folder right on top?” I agreed and walked into the room at the back of the house. This room was full of boxes, since we had just moved into this house. In fact, we had just moved into South Carolina just months before. Needless to say, this in particular box wasn’t going to be the easiest to find along with the rest of the unpacked boxes, but knowing my dad and his own unique system, I was able to find it within a few minutes. As I opened the box and grabbed the folder, I noticed a folded sheet of paper gently floating to the ground. I put the lid back on the box and picked up the paper. I unfolded the paper and that’s when it began to rain. I began to read:

April 29th, 1990
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cornwell
I hope all is well. I trust Katelin is well. It has been one whole year since I have seen her. I have no regrets as to my decision. And I trust you will not tell her about our arrangement.
Attached is a little something for her first birthday. I hope it is ok, it’s not much but I hope it will do. I hope it fits her. I have not seen her in a year so I do not know what size she is now. Also Attached is a savings bond from my father. He was not happy with the arrangement, as you probably know, and he wants her to have something to know him by. But again, please keep our agreement in mind when she is older and you give this to her.
Please do not expect this every year. I only wanted to know I gave her something since she was my daughter.
If you have any questions or need anything important, you may call. You have my home phone number and you have the number to the office.

Take Care,
Suzan Randal

P.S.
Please DO NOT leave this letter in any place she may be able to get to it. Best bet would be to burn it.

What was this? Was it really what I thought it was, or was somebody trying to play some sort of cruel joke on me? Was I really adopted? And why didn’t anyone tell me, and why didn’t this Suzan woman want me to know anything? All these questions and more had begun to race through my mind.
I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring, and if it hadn’t been for my dad’s huge footsteps coming towards the storage room, I probably would have been standing there for hours. I quickly folded the letter and shoved it into my pocket and grabbed the folder just as my dad was entering the room.
“Hay, you find that folder yet? Cassie is here, you’re going to be late for school of you don’t get a move on.” My dad said.
“Here you go, daddy.” I replied almost shoving the folder at him. “Well, I better be going. Love you, be back later!” And with that I rushed past my dad, grabbed my book bag and met Cassie on the front porch. I had been right about the weather. It was only 8:00 AM and it was already about sixty-five degrees. It would have been a perfect birthday, had my mind not been on the letter all day.

I went through my day as normal, just trying not to let this letter distract me from my work too much. I had made it until lunch when my friends noticed my mind wasn’t on the chicken patty, (my favorite lunch), sitting on my tray.
“Alright, girl, spill.” My friend Lisa demanded, “What’s going on with you? You’re not eating your lunch, and I know you love chicken patty day.” I tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, but she saw right through me, so I showed her and Cassie the letter I had found just hours before.
“Oh, wow,” Cassie said, in disbelief. “I knew something was wrong but I had no idea it was this bad.”
“What are you going to do? Have you talked to your dad or called your mom, anything?” Lisa asked, handing me back the letter.
“No, I haven’t talked to anyone. I just found it this morning, just before you got to my house this morning,” I said to Cassie. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I was thinking about trying to get a hold of Suzan, but I don’t know. But I don’t want to tell my dad I know yet, not until I know why they never told me. Plus, if I do find her, when will I be able to see her, and how.”
“We’ll help you!” Cassie and Lisa said together.
“This will be fun,” Cassie tried reassuring me.
“Well, spring break is coming up soon; if you find out where she is we can take a road trip to see her.” Lisa added.
So I agreed to try to find this Suzan Randal. Lisa and Cassie both helped me look. We searched what felt like six thousand Randal’s. I thought I would never find her, even though I was under the impression that since we had her full name, it was going to be easy. But never the less, we found her, and just in time to. Spring break was now about a week and a half away. We got her information, (She only lived a couple hours away in Charleston, SC), I talked my dad into letting me go with Lisa and Cassie on a weekend ‘road trip’ and the next thing you know I am standing at the front door of a huge three story Victorian home. I was so nervous, what was I going to say? It would have been kind of easier if my friends had stayed, but I hadn’t thought about that until now, so they had gone to see another one of our friends who lived in the area. I was all alone, and had no way to back out now, so I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later I was face to face with a tall, well dressed business woman. There was no doubt she was my mother. We had the same long brown hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. She must have known who I was immediately.
“Katelin.” Was all she said.
To make a long story short, (for the sake of time and paper), this visit did not end up at all how I expected it. I imagined sitting in her living room for hours talking and getting to know each other. I imagined her maybe having another kid or two. I imagined meeting my mom. But in all reality, we sat on her couch for about 45 minutes. I learned so much that I had never thought I would have to learn. I saw that she never had any more kids, but most of all I didn’t meet my mom. I met a woman, a business woman, who had gotten drunk at an office party, gotten pregnant, and gave the baby away at birth because she didn’t want it to ruin her perfect career. I was devastated, almost to the point to where I wish I hadn’t gone. I then heard my dad’s wisdom filled voice, “You miss one hundred percent of all the shots you don’t take.” Well, daddy, this was a shot I would not have minded missing.

OK so no i didnt, I just wanted to get yall in here. I really want some feedback. I just found this in my old files from school about a year and a half back. Its a story I wrote for my english class. it is Completely fictional. This didnt really happen. But I read it and it choked me up even tho i wrote it. It made me want to cry. So please read this for me and let me know what you think. I would really love your input.


Adopted

It was raining the day I died. Ok, well no it wasn’t, but it was raining the day I found out I was adopted. It seemed to start as soon as I read the letter. Apparently nobody wanted me to know I was adopted, but it’s not like they did anything to really hide it. I mean if I had really wanted to I could have easily found out. But why would anyone in their right mind think, ‘I think I will snoop around today, maybe find out I was adopted!’ So I guess if I had wanted to, I could have found it. It was right in with some of my dad’s papers. It kind of just, well, fell out at me. But now that it was there, I guess I had to know more, yet I had a feeling my dad wasn’t going to tell me much, based on the amount of information I had been given the past fifteen years; and with that I ruled out my mom and the rest of my family. I guess I was on my own this time. But let me go back for you. Not too far, just back to April 29, 2005, the beginning of my fifteenth birthday. That’s when my life changed as I know it.

“Good morning pumpkin,” my dad kissed me on the forehead as I stumbled sleepily into the Carolina room “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you, daddy.” I returned his affection, yawning, as I collapsed onto the bright red, oversized chair, turning the TV on to the weather station. It was habit to wake up to dad working on the computer, plopping into the oversized chair, and checking the weather.
“Don’t you think you should get a move on?” dad said pointing out the time. By this time it was now about 7:00 AM. I knew I had to start getting ready. Normally dad would take me to school at about 8:00, so usually I would have had more time. But that day dad was letting me walk to school with my friend Cassie. I knew she would be by about quarter of, so I had to rush a bit to get around.
As I was getting out of the shower, I heard my dad shout into me, “Katie, can you do me a favor when you get a chance?”
“Sure daddy, I’ll be out in a minute.” I hurried to get dressed in my knee length black skirt, black and white shirt, with the word ‘ANGEL’ printed in pink lettering. I threw on a pair of missed-matched socks, one blue and one purple, my white sneakers and some missed-matched jewelry. I fixed my hair into long curls, put on some make-up and walked back into the Carolina room, where dad still sat on the computer. He always did this, he would get to comfortable at the computer that he would have me stop what I was doing to get him something he was too lazy to get himself. “Yeah, daddy?”
“Would you mind going into the ‘ordered’ box in the storage room and grab me the folder right on top?” I agreed and walked into the room at the back of the house. This room was full of boxes, since we had just moved into this house. In fact, we had just moved into South Carolina just months before. Needless to say, this in particular box wasn’t going to be the easiest to find along with the rest of the unpacked boxes, but knowing my dad and his own unique system, I was able to find it within a few minutes. As I opened the box and grabbed the folder, I noticed a folded sheet of paper gently floating to the ground. I put the lid back on the box and picked up the paper. I unfolded the paper and that’s when it began to rain. I began to read:

April 29th, 1990
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cornwell
I hope all is well. I trust Katelin is well. It has been one whole year since I have seen her. I have no regrets as to my decision. And I trust you will not tell her about our arrangement.
Attached is a little something for her first birthday. I hope it is ok, it’s not much but I hope it will do. I hope it fits her. I have not seen her in a year so I do not know what size she is now. Also Attached is a savings bond from my father. He was not happy with the arrangement, as you probably know, and he wants her to have something to know him by. But again, please keep our agreement in mind when she is older and you give this to her.
Please do not expect this every year. I only wanted to know I gave her something since she was my daughter.
If you have any questions or need anything important, you may call. You have my home phone number and you have the number to the office.

Take Care,
Suzan Randal

P.S.
Please DO NOT leave this letter in any place she may be able to get to it. Best bet would be to burn it.

What was this? Was it really what I thought it was, or was somebody trying to play some sort of cruel joke on me? Was I really adopted? And why didn’t anyone tell me, and why didn’t this Suzan woman want me to know anything? All these questions and more had begun to race through my mind.
I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring, and if it hadn’t been for my dad’s huge footsteps coming towards the storage room, I probably would have been standing there for hours. I quickly folded the letter and shoved it into my pocket and grabbed the folder just as my dad was entering the room.
“Hay, you find that folder yet? Cassie is here, you’re going to be late for school of you don’t get a move on.” My dad said.
“Here you go, daddy.” I replied almost shoving the folder at him. “Well, I better be going. Love you, be back later!” And with that I rushed past my dad, grabbed my book bag and met Cassie on the front porch. I had been right about the weather. It was only 8:00 AM and it was already about sixty-five degrees. It would have been a perfect birthday, had my mind not been on the letter all day.

I went through my day as normal, just trying not to let this letter distract me from my work too much. I had made it until lunch when my friends noticed my mind wasn’t on the chicken patty, (my favorite lunch), sitting on my tray.
“Alright, girl, spill.” My friend Lisa demanded, “What’s going on with you? You’re not eating your lunch, and I know you love chicken patty day.” I tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, but she saw right through me, so I showed her and Cassie the letter I had found just hours before.
“Oh, wow,” Cassie said, in disbelief. “I knew something was wrong but I had no idea it was this bad.”
“What are you going to do? Have you talked to your dad or called your mom, anything?” Lisa asked, handing me back the letter.
“No, I haven’t talked to anyone. I just found it this morning, just before you got to my house this morning,” I said to Cassie. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I was thinking about trying to get a hold of Suzan, but I don’t know. But I don’t want to tell my dad I know yet, not until I know why they never told me. Plus, if I do find her, when will I be able to see her, and how.”
“We’ll help you!” Cassie and Lisa said together.
“This will be fun,” Cassie tried reassuring me.
“Well, spring break is coming up soon; if you find out where she is we can take a road trip to see her.” Lisa added.
So I agreed to try to find this Suzan Randal. Lisa and Cassie both helped me look. We searched what felt like six thousand Randal’s. I thought I would never find her, even though I was under the impression that since we had her full name, it was going to be easy. But never the less, we found her, and just in time to. Spring break was now about a week and a half away. We got her information, (She only lived a couple hours away in Charleston, SC), I talked my dad into letting me go with Lisa and Cassie on a weekend ‘road trip’ and the next thing you know I am standing at the front door of a huge three story Victorian home. I was so nervous, what was I going to say? It would have been kind of easier if my friends had stayed, but I hadn’t thought about that until now, so they had gone to see another one of our friends who lived in the area. I was all alone, and had no way to back out now, so I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later I was face to face with a tall, well dressed business woman. There was no doubt she was my mother. We had the same long brown hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. She must have known who I was immediately.
“Katelin.” Was all she said.
To make a long story short, (for the sake of time and paper), this visit did not end up at all how I expected it. I imagined sitting in her living room for hours talking and getting to know each other. I imagined her maybe having another kid or two. I imagined meeting my mom. But in all reality, we sat on her couch for about 45 minutes. I learned so much that I had never thought I would have to learn. I saw that she never had any more kids, but most of all I didn’t meet my mom. I met a woman, a business woman, who had gotten drunk at an office party, gotten pregnant, and gave the baby away at birth because she didn’t want it to ruin her perfect career. I was devastated, almost to the point to where I wish I hadn’t gone. I then heard my dad’s wisdom filled voice, “You miss one hundred percent of all the shots you don’t take.” Well, daddy, this was a shot I would not have minded missing.

OK so no i didnt, I just wanted to get yall in here. I really want some feedback. I just found this in my old files from school about a year and a half back. Its a story I wrote for my english class. it is Completely fictional. This didnt really happen. But I read it and it choked me up even tho i wrote it. It made me want to cry. So please read this for me and let me know what you think. I would really love your input.


Adopted

It was raining the day I died. Ok, well no it wasn’t, but it was raining the day I found out I was adopted. It seemed to start as soon as I read the letter. Apparently nobody wanted me to know I was adopted, but it’s not like they did anything to really hide it. I mean if I had really wanted to I could have easily found out. But why would anyone in their right mind think, ‘I think I will snoop around today, maybe find out I was adopted!’ So I guess if I had wanted to, I could have found it. It was right in with some of my dad’s papers. It kind of just, well, fell out at me. But now that it was there, I guess I had to know more, yet I had a feeling my dad wasn’t going to tell me much, based on the amount of information I had been given the past fifteen years; and with that I ruled out my mom and the rest of my family. I guess I was on my own this time. But let me go back for you. Not too far, just back to April 29, 2005, the beginning of my fifteenth birthday. That’s when my life changed as I know it.

“Good morning pumpkin,” my dad kissed me on the forehead as I stumbled sleepily into the Carolina room “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you, daddy.” I returned his affection, yawning, as I collapsed onto the bright red, oversized chair, turning the TV on to the weather station. It was habit to wake up to dad working on the computer, plopping into the oversized chair, and checking the weather.
“Don’t you think you should get a move on?” dad said pointing out the time. By this time it was now about 7:00 AM. I knew I had to start getting ready. Normally dad would take me to school at about 8:00, so usually I would have had more time. But that day dad was letting me walk to school with my friend Cassie. I knew she would be by about quarter of, so I had to rush a bit to get around.
As I was getting out of the shower, I heard my dad shout into me, “Katie, can you do me a favor when you get a chance?”
“Sure daddy, I’ll be out in a minute.” I hurried to get dressed in my knee length black skirt, black and white shirt, with the word ‘ANGEL’ printed in pink lettering. I threw on a pair of missed-matched socks, one blue and one purple, my white sneakers and some missed-matched jewelry. I fixed my hair into long curls, put on some make-up and walked back into the Carolina room, where dad still sat on the computer. He always did this, he would get to comfortable at the computer that he would have me stop what I was doing to get him something he was too lazy to get himself. “Yeah, daddy?”
“Would you mind going into the ‘ordered’ box in the storage room and grab me the folder right on top?” I agreed and walked into the room at the back of the house. This room was full of boxes, since we had just moved into this house. In fact, we had just moved into South Carolina just months before. Needless to say, this in particular box wasn’t going to be the easiest to find along with the rest of the unpacked boxes, but knowing my dad and his own unique system, I was able to find it within a few minutes. As I opened the box and grabbed the folder, I noticed a folded sheet of paper gently floating to the ground. I put the lid back on the box and picked up the paper. I unfolded the paper and that’s when it began to rain. I began to read:

April 29th, 1990
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cornwell
I hope all is well. I trust Katelin is well. It has been one whole year since I have seen her. I have no regrets as to my decision. And I trust you will not tell her about our arrangement.
Attached is a little something for her first birthday. I hope it is ok, it’s not much but I hope it will do. I hope it fits her. I have not seen her in a year so I do not know what size she is now. Also Attached is a savings bond from my father. He was not happy with the arrangement, as you probably know, and he wants her to have something to know him by. But again, please keep our agreement in mind when she is older and you give this to her.
Please do not expect this every year. I only wanted to know I gave her something since she was my daughter.
If you have any questions or need anything important, you may call. You have my home phone number and you have the number to the office.

Take Care,
Suzan Randal

P.S.
Please DO NOT leave this letter in any place she may be able to get to it. Best bet would be to burn it.

What was this? Was it really what I thought it was, or was somebody trying to play some sort of cruel joke on me? Was I really adopted? And why didn’t anyone tell me, and why didn’t this Suzan woman want me to know anything? All these questions and more had begun to race through my mind.
I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring, and if it hadn’t been for my dad’s huge footsteps coming towards the storage room, I probably would have been standing there for hours. I quickly folded the letter and shoved it into my pocket and grabbed the folder just as my dad was entering the room.
“Hay, you find that folder yet? Cassie is here, you’re going to be late for school of you don’t get a move on.” My dad said.
“Here you go, daddy.” I replied almost shoving the folder at him. “Well, I better be going. Love you, be back later!” And with that I rushed past my dad, grabbed my book bag and met Cassie on the front porch. I had been right about the weather. It was only 8:00 AM and it was already about sixty-five degrees. It would have been a perfect birthday, had my mind not been on the letter all day.

I went through my day as normal, just trying not to let this letter distract me from my work too much. I had made it until lunch when my friends noticed my mind wasn’t on the chicken patty, (my favorite lunch), sitting on my tray.
“Alright, girl, spill.” My friend Lisa demanded, “What’s going on with you? You’re not eating your lunch, and I know you love chicken patty day.” I tried to play it off like nothing was wrong, but she saw right through me, so I showed her and Cassie the letter I had found just hours before.
“Oh, wow,” Cassie said, in disbelief. “I knew something was wrong but I had no idea it was this bad.”
“What are you going to do? Have you talked to your dad or called your mom, anything?” Lisa asked, handing me back the letter.
“No, I haven’t talked to anyone. I just found it this morning, just before you got to my house this morning,” I said to Cassie. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I was thinking about trying to get a hold of Suzan, but I don’t know. But I don’t want to tell my dad I know yet, not until I know why they never told me. Plus, if I do find her, when will I be able to see her, and how.”
“We’ll help you!” Cassie and Lisa said together.
“This will be fun,” Cassie tried reassuring me.
“Well, spring break is coming up soon; if you find out where she is we can take a road trip to see her.” Lisa added.
So I agreed to try to find this Suzan Randal. Lisa and Cassie both helped me look. We searched what felt like six thousand Randal’s. I thought I would never find her, even though I was under the impression that since we had her full name, it was going to be easy. But never the less, we found her, and just in time to. Spring break was now about a week and a half away. We got her information, (She only lived a couple hours away in Charleston, SC), I talked my dad into letting me go with Lisa and Cassie on a weekend ‘road trip’ and the next thing you know I am standing at the front door of a huge three story Victorian home. I was so nervous, what was I going to say? It would have been kind of easier if my friends had stayed, but I hadn’t thought about that until now, so they had gone to see another one of our friends who lived in the area. I was all alone, and had no way to back out now, so I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later I was face to face with a tall, well dressed business woman. There was no doubt she was my mother. We had the same long brown hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. She must have known who I was immediately.
“Katelin.” Was all she said.
To make a long story short, (for the sake of time and paper), this visit did not end up at all how I expected it. I imagined sitting in her living room for hours talking and getting to know each other. I imagined her maybe having another kid or two. I imagined meeting my mom. But in all reality, we sat on her couch for about 45 minutes. I learned so much that I had never thought I would have to learn. I saw that she never had any more kids, but most of all I didn’t meet my mom. I met a woman, a business woman, who had gotten drunk at an office party, gotten pregnant, and gave the baby away at birth because she didn’t want it to ruin her perfect career. I was devastated, almost to the point to where I wish I hadn’t gone. I then heard my dad’s wisdom filled voice, “You miss one hundred percent of all the shots you don’t take.” Well, daddy, this was a shot I would not have minded missing.

Hay guys. So its like 430 in the morning...Im tired but i cant sleep. Cant sleep ever anymore bc its like a damn froggy mating ground outside my window.

So about 230 after deciding i wasnt going to get any sleep tonight i decided to get some homework done. Like i did last night. I got my paper thats due wednesday done. I was going to work on my paper due next wednesday. Its to write about a poem...and we could use one of our own so i wanted to use one i wrote called 'roses' so i went into my other screen name to try to find where i posted it, but i got distracted (as i always do when looking for something under my old SN)

I was reading about a few different people who used to be in my life but arent anymore. It made me kinda sad. Made me wish that life was as eventful now in college as it was 4 years ago when i was a sophmore in high school...

So i thought id share a bit of my past.

Well if you want to no more if your like really board or something you can check out my old screen name aarons_gurl13
Just look for an entry with a title of something that sounds interesting or that has one of the names i will shortly mention


OK so BRENDA: Well she was my best friend starting in 9th grade. We were together constantly. Like sisters we were so close. even have the same birthday. I later on found out that she was a year older then she said she was. IDK why she would have to lie to me about her age...was she embarrased to be older then everyone else in her class? IDK but anyways. So we were close until sometime in 10th grade when she liked my ex BF and as every good friend knows you dont date your BFFE ex BF. LMAO. So we had our times of fighting and our times of being best friends. After I moved away to SC we talked for awhile and then she began acting weird. She would read my entries on here and somedays would leave a comment about how much she missed me and all that and then somedays she would tell me how much she hated me and all that. I never did know what was going on. I still to this day dont understand what really happened between us. All i know is that when i moved back to NY I saw her at the mall and we talked and it seemed like she wanted to be friends again, but something inside me told me to be carful bc she was messing with me and sure enuf i was right. So I havnt talked to her since. But she must care about me somewhat bc there was a time she thought i was cutting myself and she called a councler and had her call me...the cuts were cat scratches since we had 2 cats but still...makes me wonder what really ever happened?

heres a poem we found that made me cry later on

"Friends forever," you promised.
"Together till the end."
We did everything with eachother,
You were my best friend.

When I was sad, you were by my side,
When I was scared, you felt my fear.
You were my best support-----
If I needed you, you were there.

You were the greatest friend,
You always knew what to say:
You made everything seem better.
As long as we had eachother,
Everything would be okay.

But somewhere along the line,
We slowly came apart.
I was here, you were there,
It tore a whole in my heart.

Things were changing,
Our cheerful music reversed its tune.
It was like having salt without pepper,
A sun without it's moon.

Suddenly we were miles apart.
Two different people, with nothing the same.
It was as if we hadn't been friends;
Although we knew deep in our hearts,
Neither one of us was to blame.

You had made many new friends
And luckily so had I
But that didn't change the hurt-----
The loss of our friendship made me cry.

As we grow older, things must change
But they don't always have to end.
Even though it's different, now,
You will always be my friend.


OK So next we will have DAVE: Wow dave. I loved him so much. OK well as much love as a 16 yr old can have. But he was truely amazing. he was wonderful...he was also like 8 years older then me. haha. he was so sweet and wonderful to me. But things changed with that as well. He told me that he wanted to be with me but he wouldnt until i was 18 and legal. my mom loved him. he would come see my plays. we would talk for hours on the phone. he would sing to me. He just seemed perfect. So I tried to talk to him later on but he never has responded to me. Hay ya dave! Guess whos been 18 for like 2 years now and misses ya! haha. So the night b4 i moved back to NY he came to my house and we went to the beach. it was a great night and i miss him. I never talked to him again after that :-(


So next is BEN: So I met him back in 10th grade when working on guys and dolls. we spent a bit of time together bc his bffe tori played match maker for us. He broke up with his GF susan so we could date (who btw hates me bc she says he cheated on her with me. He didnt. We did nothing B4 he broke up with her ahh W/E its kinda funny) so we dated for a few months then i made the mistake of cheating on him over the summer and told him now every time i see him its weird and u can cut the tention w a knife...even after all these years. I really miss him. That was a horrible mistake. One of the only things I regret in my past.


Well i dont think there is anyone else to really mention. Just i hate how happy i was back then. and skinny haha. Life was so much simpler when i was in HS. I miss being 16. I would gladly go back. But i would change alot of things. I wish i could go back knowing what i do now. Hell life would turn out great haha!

ok so i guess that all. I have class at 10 so i gotta get some sleep. Ill write later maybe. I hope someone reads this...i hope someone wants to share in my reminising.