Ah, it somehow feels refreshing to be able to type that in again.
In my last post I mentioned how I used to get overwhelmed with comments, reading and writing posts, makeovers, etc. and mentioned how I no longer think that will be a problem. In case you got confused, I’ll explain.
For the most part, reading 5 – 15 posts all at once at the end or beginning of the day could be time-consuming and tiring. Well, I just got an iPhone (yay!) so now I can check my email and read them throughout the day, which really helps and I’ve noticed in the past week since I got my phone I have been able to read all the posts which I’ve received instead of having to delete some of them. This is especially nice considering my old phone was, well, ancient. Like, dinosaur age. Or maybe Egyptian Pyramids and pharaohs kind of thing…or maybe–you get the point.
So I hope you enjoy the post, I think I am going to be trying different styles of posting and a few different plots, so enjoy!
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October 20th, 2013
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As much as I tried to keep my mind off of him, sometimes my thoughts strayed and I would think of Brayden. Only 5 days earlier I had said good-bye, and watched as he boarded the plane to Virginia. Of course we still talked and texted, and planned to video chat sometime, but everyone knows that long-distance relationships never work, especially among teenagers, so he and I had agreed to end it and stay friends. Besides, who knows what the future holds?
Massie, Alicia, Kristen, and Claire helped keep me busy, of course, by planning our Halloween and by planning my birthday party. November 3rd was coming quickly, and turning 15 was pretty exciting. Not as exciting as turning 16, but I’ll think about that next year.
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October 25th, 2013
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In their spare time during the summer, Riley and Jamie had decided to plant a garden in a corner of our backyard. Now that it was cold out, highs of 48 and lows of 26, the plants no longer blossomed and were full of color. But I still thought it looked pretty. That’s where I was, strolling around the few trees, old wood and metal bench, and several bushes that occupied the left corner of our yard. A cold breeze blew my hair around me in little ripples, causing goosebumps to rise all over my arms and neck.
I wrapped my cream sweater closer to my body, arms clutching my sides for warmth, and sat down as 2 more leaves drifted away from the tree above me. I brought my feet up and tucked them underneath me as I pulled out my phone and started searching through the gallery. Pictures of the Pretty Committee filled up a lot of the gallery, and I smiled as I remembered the last month and a half.
Us being typical white girls wearing uggs, drinking our PSL’s and texting; picking out pumpkins and searching for the “perfect one” (I couldn’t decide and just got several mini ones instead chirping, “The more the merrier!”); Callie snuggled up in pile of my sweaters which littered my floor as I picked out an outfit; Jamie stealing my s’more; posing with new friends at school–just about all the things you could imagine.
I smiled and tucked my phone away again, and looked around me, once again watching my backyard turn for fall. I was surprised at how much I had changed. I guess I still made silly jokes, did weird things just to make my friends laugh, and was obviously still in love with my sweater collection, but somewhere deep inside, I knew some part of me had changed. But hey, I guess that’s just called growing up.
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October 26th, 2013
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“Ready?” Massie asked us.
We were standing in front of a corn maze, each wearing warm sweaters, cozy boots, and our favorite jeans. We had arrived 20 minutes earlier, and decided to make it a competition–we would each be against each other, no teams, and we would see who would reach the finish line first. “Wait,” Kristen cut in, “What does the winner get?”
Massie thought for a moment before her whole face lit up and a huge grin crossed her face, “The winner gets to ask everyone else to do one thing each for her. Just one, and you have to do it. You can’t back out, no matter what it is.”
We all nodded in agreement and got ready. “And…go!” Massie called as we each raced in and went in opposite directions. We were each given a map, but it was incomplete, with 5 pieces missing. Throughout the maze there were 5 mailboxes, each containing a piece, and you had to put it together like a puzzle and find your way out to the red flag. I tried running, but there were enough people in the maze I had to stop and settle for a jog.
I found mailbox #3, and I easily found where it fit inside the puzzle. I took a look around and saw a lookout tower about 5 yards away. I figured a way to get over there and did so quickly, running up the steps two at a time. It was only 11 feet up, so I couldn’t see much, just enough to give me a general idea of where I was. I saw a mailbox with a number 1 on it about 40 feet away and made a mental map of where it was.
Just for laughs, I decided to see if I could find the rest of the PC. I giggled when I saw Alicia holding her map up, looking confused. Massie walked confidently as though she knew where she was going, Claire seemed to be looking around normally, arms folded across her waist because she had forgotten a jacket, and Kristen seemed deep in thought before sprinting in one direction as if she had figured out some life-saving information.
I climbed down quickly and continued to try and find the end.
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Claire had finished first, and she grinned evilly at us as we stood waiting for our orders. Using an odd villain accent, she doled out our tasks, “Alicia, take off your coat and sweater for the next half hour so you have nothing but your tank top to keep you warm.”
Massie rolled her eyes, “Clever, but something a bit more dramatic, please?”
“I’m just getting started,” Claire gloated, though we pretended not to notice. “Dylan, I want you to go to the look out tower and balance on the edge of the wooden railing for 5 minutes.”
My eyes widened and I gasped, “Please tell me you’re kidding. That would be 14 feet off the ground, on old wood. What if I fall?”
Claire waved her hand in the air and dismissed it saying, “You’re not going to fall. Besides, there are a bunch of hay bales right underneath so if you did happen to fall you wouldn’t get more than a few bruises and scrapes.”
I gave her a deadly look and headed up to the look out tower and walked to the edge. There weren’t more than a couple people around, luckily, so I moved a hay bale from the photo-op in the middle and used it as a step up to the railing. Gulping and silently praying I wouldn’t fall, I quickly perched on the railing.
The wood was about 5″ across, and as Claire mentioned there were hay bales right in the falling zone, so I wouldn’t get hurt seriously, but she knew I had a fear of falling from tall heights. I sat for a moment before slowly walking back and forth, balancing as best as I could, and counting down the seconds in my head. I was almost to 5 minutes when I slipped a bit, but I easily caught myself and stood up straight.
When the 5 minutes ended I hopped down and ran back to the PC. “Done,” I said, out of breath.
Little did I know her final wish would lead to us sitting anxiously in a waiting room at the hospital.
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Taylor Renee Highland
Memoirs of Massie
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»I am sorry I still haven’t posted the results to RtR! They will be up on Monday, promise!
»The continuation of this post will be up next Wednesday! Keep you’re eyes open, it will be awesome.
»6 more days until “Bet on Me” and the continuation of it become public! I can’t wait, I promise you’ll love it. For those of you who don’t remember, it is my Alicia role-play story. I didn’t want to make another blog, and I don’t feel like it will be longer than 10 or so parts (like chapters in a book).
I love you all to Pluto and back,
Dylan Gabrielle Marvil