JeffreyMadison

Welcome to my page! Please enjoy my many samples of writing and comment :)!!

__September 2011 __ I am very excited for this wiki because I will see everyone else's thoughts, yet I am free to write whatever I want!! I think this wiki program will help all the students reading and writing skills because we will read a variety of students pieces and write out our thoughts about anything!! :o) No one really thinks of a wiki as a learning experience, but this wiki will be educational and fun for everyone!



My Quotes! I LOVE writing quotes, and reading them! The ones in orange are mine, the ones in green are ones by other people I just enjoy.

The leader of the F.C.A. (Fortune Cookie Alliance) ,Mel Sycamore, just invited me to be a member of it yesterday! (10/14/11) :) I am a proud F.C.A. member. Thanks!

** "Why settle for what you can do, when you can strive for what you want to do."~Jeffrey Madison (Sept. 2011) **

** "Some days all you think about is what others have. Popularity, looks, and nice clothes. You envy them and wish you were them. Then one day, you discover people want to be you. So enjoy what you do have. No one can take away your attitude, or your outlook on life. The way you look at life, is how it will be."~Jeffrey Madison (Sept. 2011) **

** "Loving life to the fullest is not when you're life becomes perfect, but when you learn to see beyond life's imperfections."~Jeffrey Madison (Sept. 2011) **

** "Life is like a math problem. It may frustrate you sometimes. But then eventually, it all clicks..."~Jeffrey Madison (Sept. 2011) **

** "It does not take talent to put forth effort." ~Jeffrey Madison ** (Oct.2011)

"Not even all the water in the world can sink a ship if you are strong." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Oct. 2011)

"Keep your eyes peeled, you will receive inspiration and positive energy when least expected." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Oct. 2011)

"Would you rather regret doing something, or regret not doing something?" ~ Jeffrey Madison (Oct. 2011)

"No one ever said life would be easy, and it will only be successful when not easy." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Oct. 2011)

"Triumph is coming, all you have to do is stop moping and accept it." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Oct. 2011)

 "Believe you were created for a reason. If you try to imitate someone else, how will you discover what //you// were meant to do?" ~Jeffrey Madison (Oct.2011)

"Nothing will work unless you do." ~Jeffrey Madison (Nov. 2011)

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Satisfactory is not victory, it is putting forth your best ability." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Nov. 2011)

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"It's one thing to say you are going to do something, but another to actually do it." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Dec. 2011) I though of this one while making my new years resolution list.

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Yeah, people say friends aren't your sisters because God knew your parents couldn't handle you together. Sisters though, those are the ones God knew you wouldn't be able to live without. Without them, my smile and ambition in life would be nothing." ~ Jeffrey MAdison (Dec. 2011, have to work on this one but I liked the message, so I put it up.)

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"A blissful moment is an angel tapping you on the shoulder." ~Jeffrey Madison (Dec. 2011)

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Sometimes I believe in magic and miracles to humor myself. Sometimes I believe in peace until I think it can actually happen. Then I know I can do whatever I aim for, and it //does// happen." ~Jeffrey MAdison (Dec. 2011)

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"It's one thing to say you'll do something- another experience do actually do it." ~ Jeffrey Madison (Feb. 2012)

<span style="color: #dc790a; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Take risks and opportunities. The last thing you would want to do is take your last breath thinking '"I should have..."' ~ Jeffrey Madison (March 2012)

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #008080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Anyone who says they only have one life to live must not know how to read a book."~Author Unknown <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #008080; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Oct. 2011)

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #008080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Dig the well before you are thirsty"~Chinese proverb //<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #008080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">This Chinese proverb, to me, means to be prepared! // <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #008080; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Oct. 2011)

//**Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity**// //**To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment**// //**Would you capture it or just let it slip?**// //**-Eminem**// //**Woah!! This makes me think!**//

<span style="color: #f21818; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"You are the pilot of your own plane. Where do you want to end up?"~Jeffrey Madison <span style="color: #f21818; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(Oct. 2011)


 * //<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">(Oct. 2011) //**
 * //<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Here is a poem I wrote. Hope you like it! It's really the first one I ever really wrote on my own. //**
 * //<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Titled: Happy To Be Me //**
 * //<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;"> It is about the moment you realize what you want to do in life. It is pretty basic... please comment on my page about it if you have any suggestions! //**


 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The day of you're life will come //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The moment so blissful, you're skin goes numb //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">You discover who you really are //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The passion in you're heart, you realize can take you far //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Caught in the feeling //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">That everything bad that ever happened to you starts healing //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The chance you get to a new start //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The time you listen to you're heart //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">You realize you are meant to be //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">The path to doing what you love, you own the key //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Finally, you're blessed to be who you are //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">You are content, ready to go far, far, far //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">Lucky that you are yourself //**
 * //<span style="color: #ff00ff; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace;">It wouldn't feel the same as anyone else //**

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">__Until We Meet Again__ <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I am told you will be in my heart forever <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I pray it is true because you were the best ever <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I talk to you everyday in prayer and I hope you hear <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I miss you terribly, it has almost been a year <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">If you were back, I'd be with you more days <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">If you were back, I could talk with you for days <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I feel no one can understand how much I want you back, I'd do anything, even pay a million fees <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">It still feels like it shouldn't have happened, now all I have is memories <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I drive up your street expecting you but them it comes back to me <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I want to call you up, but then remeber where you'd be <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I'd do anything to see your smile, hear your laugh, hold your hand <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I look up in the sky and know your looking back, but I need you on land <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Flashbacks to the last time I saw you, you were still cracking your corny jokes <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">You were as alive as could be, talking to all the folks <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I wish you were back just so bad <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">I'll never forget you, all the time's we've had <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Tears drip down my face, but I'll remember you in everything I do <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Until we meet again, "I love you."
 * Note: This poem is not meant to be sad, but I know it is. It is not meant for sympathy or attention just sharing my writing! Sorry it is a little emotional but it is something I know a lot people can relate to.

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">(Nov.2011) <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">__Prince Charming__ <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Every girl dreams <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Of that perfect guy, it seems <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Waiting for the prince to knock on your window <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Waiting to let their emotions show <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The man everyone is jealous of <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Two peas in a pod, the symbol of love <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Everyone comments you two are soul mates <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">You'll go out on a million perfect dates <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Waiting for prince charming to take a knock on your door <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">And you'll smile at him until you can't anymore <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Every girl dreams, but do dreams really come true? <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Maybe, just maybe, maybe they do.

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Poem: __Nothing Stays the Same!__ (Dec. 2011) <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">When I was small, I was adored by all <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Everyone would call me "a sweet little doll" <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">All my relatives would look into my eyes that symbolized a young pups <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">They'd ask "Where are you gonna be when you grow up?" <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I would smile sweetly, with my white chicklet teeth, "I'll be the princess of pink!" <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I knew what'd I'd be, that was my answer, I didn't even think <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">When I was about eight, I began to realize <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">That being a princess, would be quite a prize <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I began to truthfully wonder <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Where I'd be, I'd always ponder <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Now, as I stand, what I really don't understand of <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Is I don't have the friends I used to love <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">My cravings are no longer Chips Ahoy! <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I no longer crush on the same boy <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">If all this changed, how do I know where I'm supposed to land? <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I look back at the kindergarten tracing of my hand <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">How innocent I was <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Now I see what wondering does <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">It will either make you feel as a liar <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">For your hopes were so much higher <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Or like a girl with the most luck <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">'Cuz when you were young, rich was a one buck <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">So why even try <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Next time I'm asked "Where will you be?" I'll answer "I won't know 'til I die" <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">That's the truth <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Everything changes, I am living proof <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Every minute changes, happy one second, mad another <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Sitting at your lunch table chatting with eachother <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Those faces could mean nothing to you in a year <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">That is my fear <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">It's the truth though, so here's my conclusion <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">There's not a right answer to where you'll land until your in heaven, just to clear up the confusion

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">__ Through These Years, a poem (January 2012) __ <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Oh my goodness, can you believe? <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The halfway point, is right up our sleeves. <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Maybe it’s the fun, that’s pushes by the year so fast <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Or maybe the fact that this is our last. <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The friends I have made, the memories too <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Leaving them at this school is too hard to do <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">In sixth grade I wished to be at the top <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">In seventh grade, I just would not stop <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I never realized that when I got there <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I’d say to myself “This isn’t fair.” <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">The second marking period is coming to an end, wow! <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">But at the end of the year I’ll look at this and say, “Look we are now.” <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Promotion, graduation, goodbye, call it as you please <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Oh my goodness, can you believe? <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">How we have changed since first grade <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I barely knew you guys, all I cared about were sweets and lemonade <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">So as he end really nears <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Can you remember, through the years? <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">How we have been there for each other, outside and inside of class <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Can you name one person here, who hasn’t made you laugh? <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Keep in mind, this isn’t a farewell to the spent years <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Just an event that will make us closer as friends and peers <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">I just realized something between one another <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">We’re like a family, we may fight through this battle, but in the end we love each other! <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Ha, maybe for some they can’t wait to get out fast <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Me, for one, I just want this to last!

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">(Jan. 2012) <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Poem titled: Life is a book

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">People say life is like a book, and I never thought it through

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Now I know it is, the last chapter of the novel is shut with glue

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">You never know where you will end

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">All you can do it predict how far you will extend

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">People say there are no happy endings

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Just you to write out what your opportunity brings

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Maybe if you put in some effort and soar like a propeller

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">You can end up being a best-seller

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">But take your time reading your book, for it is not a trilogy

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Your ending is the end, no more to any degree

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Don’t write one of those novels where everyone loves the plot except the culmination

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Throw a twist here and there, you want to be the person who was won

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">You are only put where you can handle alone

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">Everyone has the tools to make their story known

<span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**(Oct.2011)** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**__Scarlet Flatley__** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Take a look at her free writing** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Mel's, Amy's, Avery's, and many more lives she's lightening** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**In such a sweet way** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**To brighten up a few blogger's day** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Writing sweet things about everyone** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**So, I thought, why not, she deserves one** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Lover of cute creatures** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Mango with awesome features** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Maybe she'll write a cool poem about you now** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**They are always so creative, take a bow** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Commenting on everything** <span style="color: #800080; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**Keep on inspiring!**

Ch. 1 (Oct. 2011) Ch. 2 (Oct. 2011) Ch. 3 (Oct. 2011) Ch.4 (Oct. 2011) Ch. 5 (Feb. 2012) Here is Chapter 1 of a new story I am writing titled: **Changes**

You know, I would have been much more content with... oh, I don’t know, “We’re vampires,” something along those lines. But, they had to drop the worst bombshell of all, “We’re moving.” I thought that only happened in movies. I stared at my mother’s face, framed by her caramel brown hair with a nondescript face. ‘Is this a joke?’ I check my phone. No, it’s nowhere near April 1st, it’s December 12th. “Why?” I croak. “Your mother has been commuting to her job, and it is awfully far. Plus, there are no good schools here for Matt.” My dad explains. Matt is my little brother. He is diagnosed with Down syndrome, and he isn’t getting much help here in Georgia. “Your mother has even decided to get a completely fresh new job in the Big City, That’s //New York// city!” My dad ecstatically states. Matt cheers. “M&M world, M&M world.” I wish I could be as open to this idea as him. I interrupt. “Mom. No, please, God no.” You could say I exploded. “Why, I’m in the middle of my freshman year, and finally making more friends. You can’t just tell me to start over like this. No warning? When, when is thing stinking moving date? Why don’t you just say you have already packed the car and we have twenty minutes left here? No chance whatsoever to say bye.” I grow louder with every syllable. Matt’s lip quivers. “Why is Livvy mad?” He screeches. My parents share a quick glance, and share parent-code facial expressions. ‘What have I done to my poor little brother? Why am I such a monster?’ An angel appears on my left shoulder “Dear, new friends you’ll make. Adventures and laughs you’ll create. Apologize and forget, the best has not come yet! Give it a chance, learn to dance!” She sings. The devil’s blood-red face starts growling, “This is your life, not theirs. Show them whose boss, for you are content here, in Georgia. How dare they ask you to do this?” He persuades me, overpowering the affect of the angel. I am not sure which side to take. The silence has me thinking until I am interrupted. My mom pitches in. “You guys, this will be good for us. A new start. Matt, Liv is just upset, okay? We will be moving over winter break. Sorry, but this is all settled.” I breathe slowly. I excuse myself and walk up to my room, and lock myself in it. “What am I going to do?” I cry aloud. It feels like a dream. I never, ever pictured this happening, and boy, did I just get hit in the face. I bawl myself to bed, even though it is only 3:30pm.

I flutter my eyes open. Usually, I go to bed when it is dark, wake up in the eye-burning light. I went to bed when the sun was smiling, and now I could merely make out where I was in the dim light. My alarm clock flashes in neon green light: <span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT Black','serif';">9:28. “Nine twenty-eight.” I enunciate aloud. I look back on what happened earlier. Was it a dream? No, I know it was all existent, unfortunately. I clamber out of bed and sluggishly progress down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen where my parents are. They don’t bring up anything, and I am glad. I help myself to a glass of water and sit beside them. Matt is up in bed, so now is the time to converse. “You okay, Liv?” My mom sweetly asks. “Don’t act like nothin’ happened. I am not just gonna magically be okay.” I snap back. I feel bad, but it is not like I am going to apologize. I know Mom is trying her best. My dad starts his lecture. “Liv, it is hard for all of us. We have our friends we are going to miss too. We promise you, you’ll stay in touch with Carlie and Lindsey. Steve too.” Steve, my first-ever boyfriend. We have only been together since late September. He asked me out to homecoming, and I was ecstatic. I wonder how he will react. There is no way we can still be together with several states pushing us apart. “Everything happens for a reason,” My dad tries to remind me soothingly. Let’s just hope.
 * Chapter 2**

The next week and a half go by in a blur. Except December 16th, when I finally mustered the courage to tell Steve, Lindsey, and Carlie. As I bumped into each of them in the hallway, I told them I needed to sit with them at lunch. They each nodded agreeingly, but little did they know it was bad news. Before I knew it, History ended, and it was 12:40. We were all sitting alone in the back corner of the cafeteria. “Hey Liv! So what’s up, huh?” Carlie’s spunky personality greeted me. “Yeah, what’s going on? You looked like you’ve been hiding something lately,” Steve said. “Wutchya gotta say Olivia?” Lindsey asks. I don’t want to make eye-contact with any of them. I study Carlie’s sliced apples, turning brown on the inside. They are dried up and look anything but appetizing. The light green skin has an ugly bruise on it. “Okay, so, my mom got a new job, and Matt needs some help. My mom’s new job is in well, Georgia, and-“ “Liv, no! You can stay with me, anything. I need you girl.” Carlie’s mood swings are for sure acting up today. Spunky to mad, and now a tear rolls down her face. I am still staring at her apples. “I am sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” I whisper. “When is it, Liv?” Steve asks. “December 26th. We are leaving right at seven in the morning,” I choke. “You can’t girl. Please don’t,” Carlie begs. “It’s not like I want to move,” I reply. “It’s so sudden and the least thing I want to do.” We all study each other and the silence rests there with a foul smell. Life is so not fair, I think over and over. This perfect circle of friends cannot be better. New York has nothing to offer compared to these guys. Christmas Day. I wake up to Matt pouncing on me. “Santa came! He came!” He is cheering. My gifts consist of a lap top, (that I will use to Skype my friends), bunches of clothes, jewelry, and the as they saying goes “the best things come in small packages.” A small jewelry case lies under the tree with my name on it. This one is from my parents. I anticipate something great, and steadily unwrap the pine tree green wrapping. I click open the leather box, and the most gorgeous locket enters my view. An “L” is engraved on it in fancy script. I click it open with my fingernail and the picture makes me cry. Mixed-feelings overpower me. It’s the homecoming. A puny picture of all our faces together, Steve, Carlie, Lindsey, and I peers back at me. The love and laughter on our faces makes me want to relive the moment. I thank my parents two million times and put it on over my red pajama top. Tomorrow, I am gone. This moment and my friends will last forever though. I wake up at five and we finish our dreadful packing. By six, we are in the car, saying our last goodbyes to our beloved home. I fall asleep in the car, but soon we arrive to the airport. Our flight is running late, and we take a seat. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. No, it is them. My three best friends jogging up to me. “We made it!” Lindsey yelps in triumph. “We wanted to see you a last time, Liv,” Steve explains. “Awhhh, you guys are the best,” I say. “We are gonna miss you for sure,” Carlie pitches in. Soon we are all walking together to the plane with our luggage. Steve, Lindsey, and Carlie trail behind us. I stop and turn around as I walk up the steps. It is the last time I will see the three of them for awhile. We say goodbye and I embrace each of them, wanting to capture the moment, the minute, the second, the feeling, the love. I rest on the plane, and what Steve last said to m echoes in my head. “I love you, I love you, I love you...” He said it, for the first time. //I love you.// The words are so precious and meaningful. I smile about practically the whole way to New York.
 * Chapter 3**

It was so unreal walking into the new home. The hardwood floor, the pale blue walls, and the empty rooms gave me a warm welcoming hug. I lugged my suitcase full of my most sentimental and beloved things up the steps. I ran to the room farthest to the left. The door was wide open, and the teal colored wall screamed my name. Being positive about all this will help me push through this whole journey. It was slightly roomier then my last room, but it may just seem that way because it is empty, and clean. Maybe a fresh new start isn’t such a bad idea. I zip open my suitcase and take out the picture frames with my favorite pictures and arrange them on the floor. Soon, my dresser will come out of the moving van up here and I will set them on that. The week later, everything is running smoothly, and I wake up to the Earth become cuddled up in a thin white blanket. I am in a Winter Wonderland until I realize it is Monday. Monday. Oh no. My mom’s head peeks in the dorr like a mouse. “Time for school!” She smiles. ‘I can’t,’ I think. ‘I am not going to move an inch. Carlie won’t be there. Or Lindsey, or Steve, or Georgia. I am not in Georgia anymore. What happened to all this being dreamlike? It’s genuine now. No!’ I rummage through my dresser and find an outfit. I need to make a good impression. Oh, what the heck happened to not moving an inch? No. I need to get to school. I am anxious now. Apprehensive to the point where I might just explode, my head is spinning and I am utterly confused. I throw on a dark blue scoop-neck with a white tank top underneath. I pick up a pair of medium blue skinny jeans and pull out some chestnut Uggs out of my closet. I study myself in the mirror. “Today I am the new girl,” I say, and I can’t believe myself. Oh my gosh, this all really happened, didn’t it? I finally accept it. I sit at the brand new barstool, at the brand new granite countertop, in the brand new house, in the brand new state, going to a brand new school. My mom hands my honey nut cheerios. I stare at it. My stomach does a few flips, and I don’t feel so good. Man, what is up with my mood swings today? “Don’t worry, it’s all normal,” My mom mind-reads. “Now, it’s time to go to the bus stop. You know where it is, right? Have a great day and make some new friends, honey.” “Bye, Mom, I’ll be fine,” How can I say that when //I// can’t even be sure of it? Oh, well, I stroll down to the bus stop double checking I have everything. When I arrive to the bus stop, the different cliques start whispering. “A new girl?... I didn’t know... Where’s she from?” I start to get upset because I don’t hear one “Hi,” or anything. Why don’t they ask me where I am from if they want to know?! I pray for the bus to come now, and when it does, I shuffle on, and get bumped into the first seat. I am alone, until the next stop. A boy gets bumped next to me with absolutely gorgeous flippy blonde hair and blue eyes framed with perfect lashes. I think of Steve, but am interrupted. A girl follows him so I am now sitting with the two of them. I believe the two are twins because they match in hair color and eyes also. She’s really pretty. I hear her mumble into her supposed brothers ear. “Did you even say hi to the new girl? C’mon we know how she feels, we moved last year. Be nice.” The boy is embarrassed. The girl leans over and greets me with a warm smile. “I’m Cassi. This is my brother, Toni,” she motions to Toni. “Hey,” cool and causal, I remind myself. “I’m Olivia. You can call me Liv. I just moved from Georgia,” I explain over the screeches and foul language of the bus. “Woah, big move,” Toni mumbles. “Yeah,” I reply. “Hey by any chance, do you have Mrs. Linn for homeroom?” I hope. I need to know someone. “Cool! We both do. She’s the best; we will show you around all day. Let me see your sceldue, hopefully we will have some classes together. I zip open my backpack and pull out my sceldue. She studies it, and finally exclaims, “Woah, me and you have all classes together. Which means we have two with Toni.” “Great,” I say, and then we pull into the school. My day officially begins.
 * Chapter 4**


 * Chapter 5**

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I scold myself. ‘Of course it its true, get over it!’ I don’t want too//. I don’t want too,// I. don’t. want. too! But I have too. Reflecting on the day that I just lived, I sniffle. I knew the beginning was too good to be true. I knew it was going to go down-hill. I think about the day I just experienced. I walk in and Cassi leads me to the front office, like a mother would. She is very mature and friendly. She introduces me too “Miss Lildo.” “Ah, I was expecting you, Miss. Wilworth,” she stares me down. “Yes, uhm... yes,” I stutter. I drew a blank on what to say. “Don’t act like you’re in prison,” she says. I cannot tell if she is being sarcastic, joking, or not. Cassi saves me. “I have all classes and homeroom with Liv. Can I show her around today? I am sure she will adapt to Washington Middle just fine.” “Go, go ahead. If you have any questions, come see me.” I cannot believe how stereotype that principal was. Glasses, slightly heavyset, strict, monotone voice, and a business outfit made her seem so real it was fake. Cassi grins at me. “You seem horrified! Don’t worry, all the new kids always feel that way. You’ll get used to her. Just chill, you’ll be all good.” I feel embarrassed and can tell I am blushing. “Huh,” I fake laugh. We walk into room 126: Mrs. Linns homeroom class. “Oh, there she is. Welcome Olivia Wilworth!” She smiles. “Do you have a nickname?” She asks politely. “Liv,” I chirp. “Very nice. You can sit right there,” she motions to a seat on the second to the end of the front row, “next to Patrick and Avery.” I smile and walk to my assigned seat. They smile at me like they were programmed to, and I take my seat. “Today we will be learning the next lesson on Chapter 8. Patrick and Cassi, our top students, would you mind tutoring Liv on our last two lessons of this chapter?” Without responding, they walk to the back table and tell me to follow. I wonder then if Cassi is going to be one of those “I’m perfect and I am so friendly to the new girl and I am a top student and so smart” kind of conceded pretty girls. I hope not, because she is the only one I can count on as of now. We are all sitting at the back table and Patrick pulls out a large light green textbook with <span style="font-family: 'Franklin Gothic Medium',sans-serif;">Algebra written on it. “Okay, so we were learning how to find x, which is the variable in an equation. He hands me the book and tell me to flip to section 6.7. His voice is deep, and monotone. I find the section and I feel like I have dyslexia. Numbers and letters bombard me. I guess Cassi sees my so flabbergasted and calms me. “It’s easy. We’ll teach you to get the variable to one side.” By the end of class, I am confused. SO you have to subtract the numbers on the side with the x, but make it the opposite sign? So a positive is a negative? Ugh, I will just leave it. Next is science, the one room that contains a little world I actually don’t mind being on. My interest sparks, and my mind picks it up without straining too. The teacher greets me with a fake surprised look and introduces me to the class. It is even worse than what Mrs. Lildo did. Ms. Underwalk had to go through the whole class. For example, “John, this is Olivia, Olivia this is John.” She thought she was making me feel good and at home. She wasn’t. It’s even worse she introduced me as Olvia. Liv fits my caramel ponytail and spectrum of freckles on the bridge of my nose much nicer. I also has this class with Toni, so I guess it was the last one I would have with him since Cassi explained we had two with him. Science was filled with me feeling left behind and frustrated. I had to draw some diagram of an isotope when I didn’t even know what that meant! What is Lithium? I wondered how Matt was doing. Hopefully better than I am. Despite feeling lonely, the rest of my morning didn’t contain of nay embarrassing moments that I usually had to deal with. When History was over, and I asked Cassi what was next, she said lunch, and I was so thankful. I was starving! I walked in the cafeteria late because, surprise, surprise, my locker was jammed. I was thankful as I would have been if we didn’t move when there was an open spot at Cassi’s table. I sat down her table smiling, and waved at Cassi as she pretended to ignore me. Everyone stiffened and shut their mouths when I sat down, as if I had leprosy or some contagious disease. I sat through that half-hour that seems like nine times that lunch period in silence, just trying not to annoy anyone. When the stick-thin lunch lady dismissed us, and everyone left, except Cassi and I, she said, “Sorry about my friends. New girl hysteria, I’m guessing. Don’t worry; you’ll be one of us soon.” I didn’t believe her, but I forced myself to. The rest of the day at Washington Middle dragged along, and I tried to keep names with faces but I couldn’t. That nerdy kid John Ms. Underwalk introduced me to is assigned to sit next to me in Technology, and he and I shared small talk, which was nice of him, nut back in Georgia I’d probably ignore a kid like this speaking to me. The bus home was just me with the same people I came with, except they didn’t even ask me about my day, so I was disappointed. Cursing and complaints about teachers were all I heard on the ride home, and I walked in the door to my mom thinking life is perfect here. “Have a great first day, Liv?” she questioned all cheesy-like. “It was good,” I sorta-lied sorta told the truth on. She probably though she’s annoy me with any more interrogating, so she let me be as I fled to my new room. I dig my cell out of my crummy backpack and my phone is flashing and flooding with missed calls and texts. I should have checked it earlier! Most were from Carlie, and I opened the latest one. It read: Sorry! ‘What?! Why is she sorry?’ I scrolled up to previous texts and they are long and wordy. I read the first one she sent me. It read: Hey girly! How’s ny??? Well, we all miss you. Except… well I don’t wanna burst your bubble, but Steve is a jerk! He… well… lets just say he forgot about you. I’m so sorry and please just don’t let it get to you. Enjoy life there and I will never do such a thing to you I am so sorry but you deserved to be told this.” Salt is all I tasted. The wet, burning, salty taste of tears, then bawling! What? There was one message from Steve saying simply “It’s not gonna work out anymore. Were too far.” What, is that also supposed to mean “I found someone else and who cares what you think you are so many miles away.?” In rage and in spur of the moment, I tackle and rip open my locket and crumple up the picture inside that Steve was featured in it and threw it on the floor. What has the world come to? Does "I love you" mean ANYTHING anymore?

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