Good Bye

I don’t know if there is anything in the world I hate more than saying good bye.  This class has been amazing, and not to be cliche, but I really can’t believe it’s over.  I mean, I really can’t.  It hasn’t quite clicked yet, and I’m not looking forward to the moment when it does.  I will probably melt in a puddle of depression.  So, I better write a good bye note before then. 😛

Ms. Gaines— You are such a wonderful teacher– one of the best I’ve ever had.  You made class so much fun, yet still taught us a lot.  Your own writing has been an inspiration to me this year (and I’m sure many others).  Thank you for teaching my favorite class I’ve ever taken!

Anne— I know you weren’t always able to write, but whenever you did, you blew me away with your talent.  You brought so much life to our class and I’m glad you were a part of it.  I can’t wait to read your future work!

Until then, here is a kitty picture to inspire you.

James— Well, I never expected to meet up with you again!  It was a fun surprise, and I enjoyed getting to know you again this year.  I love your writing style; you have a gift for science fiction.

Jessica— I loved being in class with you this year!  I’ve enjoyed reading your writing, and I hope you love it in Pittsburgh.  If I end up moving to Massachusetts, I hope I can meet you. 🙂

Julie— I admire how you can make your audience both laugh and cry.  I’ve loved having you in class and reading your daily funny posts.  (And it’s always fun to meet another Percy Jackson fan)

Kasey— Your gift in poetry has inspired me to improve my skills.  One day I hope to do it as well as you.  You were a wonderful addition to our class, and I wish you the best for college next year.

Kayla— I love your affinity with all things nonsense and your individuality.  Your writing is beautiful, and I enjoyed the sarcastic sense of humor you brought to the classroom.

Kendra— You have so much talent, and not just in writing.  I’ve enjoyed the art and music you’ve shared with us. Your stories are adorable, and I could totally see you as a children’s author.

Luke— Wow!  You really won a lot of awards.  And they were all well- deserved.  You brought a lot of fun and humor to our class this year.  I look forward to your future work!

Mara— You’ve been so much fun to have in class!  I love how your enthusiasm and upbeat personality shines through your writing.  Stay awesome!

Rachel K— You’re so sweet and supportive and I’m so happy you were in class this year.  I don’t know how you managed to keep up with everyone’s writing and give encouraging comments!  And I love your writing style; it’s truly beautiful.

Rachel R— Ah, the reference queen!  You do a great job keeping your writing funny and exciting while providing good character development.  I appreciate the support you gave me this year and can’t wait for your future work.

Sam— Our own Nicholas Sparks!  I loved the humor you brought to our class and the drama in your writing.  Congratulations on escaping gp5 music graduating!

Tabitha— I loved having you as a partner!  Thank you for all the input you put into my novel (and my other work).  You have a beautiful writing style and I look forward to the rest of your work.  I wish you the best for college next year!

Valari— You’re such a talented writer and I really enjoyed being in class with you this year!  Your creativity really shows through your work.  Thank you for all of the support you’ve given me with my own writing.

Victoria— Of course I had to add you too!  Although you haven’t been an official part of the class this year, your faithful support definitely earns you an honorary membership.  Thank you for all of the feedback you’ve given on my writing!  I love reading your work and can’t wait to see what you come up with next year.

Each and every one of you have been a blessing to me this year, and I’m going to miss you all.  Keep blogging, because the world needs your writing.  I look forward to the day when I can see your books in print. 🙂  And we need to keep writing A Collision of Worlds.  I believe in it.  All that to say, I wish you all a very fond farewell.

(Yeah, I stole the line)

By the way, some of you have asked about my post Contact Me.  It has all my contact information if you want to keep in touch.  Oh yeah, and the password is purpleeys.  What else?

Here are some good bye songs to make you more depressed help you deal with the pain.

 

 

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CW 14: Memoir in Letters and Notes

For this week’s assignment, we were to create an autobiography by choosing ten books or songs that described us or our lives.  I chose five books and five songs and ordered them chronologically.  If you want to learn too much about me, proceed reading.

Beatrix Potter: The Complete Tales

Believe it or not, this book represents the evil side of me.  Although I loved all these stories as a child, my favorites were about the naughty animals.  Tom Kitten became my role model and I pretended to be him almost as much as I pretended to be Peter Pan.  It never occurred to me that it would be strange to pretend to be a boy; if it was only the boy characters that were naughty and went on adventures, then by golly I would pretend to be one of them.

But don’t get too worried; there is an innocent reason this book makes this list.  It is one of the first books I can remember reading, marking the beginning of my life-long love affair with books.

Third Culture Kids: Growing Up Among Worlds

Although I have not actually read this book, I still feel like it represents an important part of my life.  I am a third culture kid (TCK), which in short means that I belong in multiple cultures without belonging in any culture at all.  I’ve grown up with an American mother and a Romanian father, living in Romania while going to American schools, having dual citizenships, and hearing two languages in the home.  Needless to say, my life is a sufficient mix of both Romanian and American.  This sometimes causes difficulty and makes it hard to identify myself.  (Where am I from?)  Although it also comes with great advantages, such as experiencing other cultures in a way most people never do.

The Call

Another downside of the TCK life: people are always moving.  Just about every year since kindergarten, I’ve had to say goodbye to close friends.  I’m not a very emotional person, but this song makes me feel so bittersweet.  It so perfectly describes the sad and hopeful feelings of goodbyes.  I also love it for being on the Narnia soundtrack, as Narnia was such an important part of my childhood.

The Travel Book

One of my favorite parts of living in Europe is the ability to travel.  Since Europe is a condensed continent with rich history, hundreds of world famous tourist sights are only a road trip or a short flight away.  Some of my favorite places I’ve visited are England, Italy, and Austria.  In the future I really hope to see Norway, Ireland, and to explore the other continents.  Experiencing other cultures and places has greatly influenced me, and I plan on living in several different countries in the future.

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

This is possibly my favorite hymn.  I really feel like it describes my spiritual life.  Some of my favorite lyrics are:

 Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above

During worship times, I’ll admit my mind is very prone to wander.  When I hear this part of the song, it always feels like a call to focus my attention where it needs to be.

Fireflies

This was one of my favorite songs in middle school.  Although I don’t listen to it too much anymore, (there are only so many times you can listen to a song before getting tired of it, and I listened to this one literally hundreds of times) I still like its fun, bubbly sound and nonsensical lyrics.  It seems to describe how I feel when I’m in a happy or excited mood.

The Writer’s Handbook

I have never read this book either.  The reason I chose it is simple: I enjoy writing.  I’ve been thinking of ideas for stories for about as long as I can remember.  In fact, it’s a miracle I’ve passed all my classes with the amount of story planning I did in the classroom.  Throughout the years, I would go through spurts of writing.  I would think of an idea and work hard on it for a while, then move on.  About a year and a half ago, I starting taking writing much more seriously.  I was sitting on the couch thinking when a book idea suddenly came to me.  So I started writing it, and I haven’t stopped writing since.

For the First Time in Forever

Yes, I’m actually putting a Frozen song on this list.  The first time I watched the movie, I was amazed at how well Ana’s and Elsa’s emotions in this song describe my split personality.  Part of me, like Ana, hates isolation and wants to be the first person to sign up for every social event and to meet new people at every chance.  Yet another part of me, like Elsa, cringes at the thought of social interaction and wants to hide in my icy tower all day.

The Last Sunday

This is possibly the most autobiographical work I’ve written.  The characters’ relationships are almost exactly like my relationships with my friends, meaning yes, we are as mean to each other as Nadia and Aidan are.  Although that isn’t the only reason this work reflects my life.  As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve had to deal with friends moving away many times before.  And soon (although not as soon as Nadia) I will be leaving for college.  I feel like I could have had almost this exact conversation with my friends before.

Face Up

Lights has so many relatable songs it was really hard to choose the right one.  I eventually decided on “Face Up” because it conveys so many emotions: exhaustion, stress, despair, determination, and hope.  I play this song when I feel any one of these things, or when I’m just tired and don’t feel like waking up.  As the song reminds me, I try to keep my face up, keep fighting, no matter what the situation.

CW 11: The Last Sunday

Our assignment this week was to write a dialogue based on the picture below.  My stories aren’t always inspired by my life, although this one was, being that this conversation is very much like one I’d have with my friends.  I hope you enjoy it!

A girl and a boy were seated across from each other on a train track, talking just as they did every Sunday afternoon.

“Curse this infernal skirt,” the girl muttered, furiously readjusting the denim across her legs.

The boy smirked.  “Seriously Nadia, don’t have to go all Shakespeare on me.”

“Aidan, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a position that doesn’t allow for anyone to look up your skirt and that’s decently comfortable?”

“Umm… no actually.  See, I don’t exactly wear skirts.”

“Oh, reeeally?  What about that picture of you in the tutu when you were three?”

The tips of his ears started to turn crimson.  “Shut up.”

“How often did you wear it again?”

“At least I’m not afraid of the train tracks,” he retorted.

“And what do you think I’m sitting on right now?”  She knocked on the iron for emphasis.

“You were pretty nervous the first few times we came here.  And you still will only sit here on Sundays when the train doesn’t come.”

She dramatically rolled her eyes.  “Well excuse me if I don’t want to get run over a train.”

“Don’t see why.”  His lips turned upward in a sideways grin.  “I mean, a hit from a train could only improve a face like yours.”

“Well!  If you ever get hit by a train, I’d feel sorrier for the train.  Just think, it could never be used again if your face was imprinted on it.”

“Of course not.  My face is so attractive that everyone would want to stare at it instead of get on.”

“More like run away screaming,” she scoffed.

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.  “Bet you can’t name one time someone ran away screaming at the sight of me.”

“Challenge accepted!”  Nadia grinned mischievously as she drummed her fingers on the train track.  “Let’s see… there was baby Mia.”

Aidan feigned disinterest, staring up at the bright August sky.  “Doesn’t count.  She was probably just hungry.”

“Right.  Because that explains why she stopped crying the moment someone else held her.”

“It was her mom!  Some babies stop crying when their mom holds them.”

“She didn’t cry when I held her.”

“Whatever.  Try again.”

And there was Mr. Cotton Ball.”

Aidan groaned.  “He’s a hamster.  That definitely doesn’t count.”

“It was still pretty funny how he bit your finger to get away though,” she said with a giggle.

He frowned.  “It wasn’t that funny.  Anyway, you’ve only thought of two examples so far, although neither of them should count.”

She gave a dramatic sigh.  “Pity.  It seems that no one had the good sense to run away at the sight of you except for… Carla!”

His eyes widened with horror.  “Wait!  What do you mean?”

“Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

Nadia gained a sudden interest in her fingernails.  “Oh, you don’t really want to know.  You would probably say it doesn’t count anyway.”

“Please tell me,” Aidan begged, fidgeting with curiosity.  “Has she mentioned something I’ve done? I mean, not that she’d umm… mention me.  Has she?  Not that I really care.  Umm, you know never mind.”

Nadia’s body shook with a hysterical fit of giggles.  “Some one’s opinion of pretty little Carla has changed over the years, hasn’t it?”

He hid his face in his baseball cap.  “How, how do you always figure these things out?”

“You just happen to be easier to read than Green Eggs and Ham.”

“Okay.  Whatever.  Just what story were you going to tell about her?”

“You remember the time you walked into church with a frog?”

Aidan rolled his eyes.  “My gosh Nadia, that was ages ago.  I was like, what, five?”

“Six,” she corrected.  “Which meant you were old enough to know better, and certainly old enough to keep it from jumping on Carla’s dress.”

“I told her I was sorry.”

“Only after mom made you.  When she ran out of the room crying and screaming, you just laughed.”

He pursed his lips.  “Do you think she still remembers?”

“Oh, I know she does.  She was just complaining about it the other day.”

“Seriously?!”  He half jumped from his seat.

Nadia laughed.

“That’s not funny!” he insisted, his voice edgy.

“Okay, so she didn’t.  But I’ll bet you anything she still remembers.”

“Whatever.”  Aidan was quiet for a second, then his face lit up.  “That time she was really running away because of the frog and not me, so I still won the bet.”

“What do you mean!?  I gave three examples.”

“None of them counted.”

“But you have to let me win,” she reminded him with a smile and a friendly punch on the shoulder.  “This is my last Sunday here.”

His jaw dropped.  “What?!”

Nadia put her face in her hands, rubbing her temples.  “Someone didn’t already tell you?  I thought you would know by now.”

“Know what?”

She lifted her head and looked Aidan in the eye.  “I’m going to college.”

“Yeah, I know, next year…”

“No Aidan.  Gosh, how do you not already know about this?  I know it was a last minute decision, but I thought you at least would have caught on by now…”

“What is it?  Just tell me!” he interrupted frantically.

She sighed heavily.  It was too beautiful an afternoon to talk about this.  Though some one had to tell him.  “You know how I have enough credits to graduate a semester early?”

“Yeah…”  Aidan’s heart beat rapidly in his chest.  So yeah, Nadia was some kind of a great, overachieving student.  But what did that have to do with this?  What was she going to say?

“Well, instead of moving half way through the year or just sticking around second semester, I’m going to leave early.  I’ll be moving in with Grandma and Grandpa, taking some classes at a community college, and maybe earning some money to avoid college debt.”

Small tears of hurt and disbelief began to form at the corner of Aidan’s eyes.  “What!  You’re seriously leaving?  Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“How long did you know this?”

“Only for about a week.  It took some convincing for Mom and Dad, but they gave in.”  Nadia stared at the train track.  She felt so sure about her decision before, but now she felt horrible.

“So you want to go?”

“Yeah.  I mean, it’ll be a bit hard leaving everyone behind, but it’s for the best.”

“For the best?  Leaving me here is for the best?”

“Aidan,” she said softly.

“You’re seriously going to do this?  You’re going to go.  You’re going to leave me.”  He stared ahead dejectedly, looking past Nadia as if she wasn’t there.

“You knew I was going to be gone anyway.  In two years, you’ll be going, too.”

“I know, but… early?”

“People move on.  They go to college.  It’s a part of life,” Nadia said.  She spoke to herself as much as she did to Aidan.

He sighed.  “I know but… still.”

“Hey, listen.  Just because I’m going doesn’t mean you get rid of me entirely.  You better keep in touch understand?  If you don’t, I’ll send Carla a frog with a note attached saying it’s from you.  Got it?  And don’t think I won’t do it.”

The corners of his lips lifted in a weak smile.  “I don’t doubt it.”

“Good.”  She held out her hand to shake.  “Still friends then?”

Aidan reached out and shook it.

Gone

Time for another Monday’s Minute Challenge!  I chose the word prompt.

This was our place.  I almost expect to see one of them run to me now.  “Hey Robbie!  How’s the world’s fastest peg-legged man?”  No one comes.

I can remember everything.  Romping and rioting in the woods.  Splashing in the tingling cool lake.  Laughing around the crackling campfire.  They were the only ones who didn’t care I was different.

Then the newspaper headlines.  War, they read.  All able-bodied men forced to fight.  Able-bodied.  No wooden legs like mine allowed.  So I watched them leave.  One by one.

I stare at the rope swing hanging from the tree, now hauntingly vacant.

I turn to leave.  This place doesn’t matter anymore.  Nothing does.  Because they’re all gone now.

No Other Choice

Here is a short story I wrote based on a writing prompt I found online.  Hope you enjoy! 

I kept my eyes squeezed shut as tightly as I could, partly to keep the tears from spilling over and partly because I couldn’t bear to face the world when I opened them.  It wasn’t very effective.  A tear still trickled down my cheek and the image before me was etched in my memory, burning in my mind no matter how hard I tried to chase it away.

Finally, I forced my eyes open.  My horse’s head lay in my lap, his body painfully heaving with every breath.   I took in the ink black main, the soft grey muzzle, and the deep chestnut fur, memorizing every feature.  If only it wasn’t for the mangled leg, unnaturally twisted so that my best friend could never walk again.

“I don’t want to do this,” I whispered.  My voice quivered like a violinist’s hand, pain hanging on every note.  The horse turned his head so his familiar dark eyes stared straight into mine.  If those eyes could speak, they would have begged.  Begged me to do what I must.

I flipped the knife over in my hand and took a deep breath.  What other options did I have?  I squeezed my eyes shut again and gritted my teeth.

One.

The day I first got my horse.  How we bonded instantly.  How for once, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

Two.

Riding through the fields, feeling free, the feel of the wind blowing in my face.  How it was my way to escape.  How my horse was the only one who was always there for me.

Three.

Before I could lose my resolve, I brought the knife down straight into his heart.