A sad beggining.

   So, I just started reading a story about this kid who gets into a motorcycle accident.  I don't really know much about Michel.  All I know I know is that he is supposedly a daredevil, and that's just because his friends are describing him.  There are a bunch of backgrounds and flashbacks.  I get to see the other sides of  Michel that no one else knows about, except the person who has experience the moment with him.  I sense that everyone shares a secret with Michel, as special moment that no one knows.
    I think I can never really connect with some stuff Michel has done in hes life, but I can come close enough to know what it feels like.  For example he is disliked by his father but adored by his mother.  I am adored by my mother, but don't know much about my father.  I never actually understood the connection between me and my father.  It wasn't love or hate, like or dislike.  Things were just awkward.  Never knowing what to do or what to say.  Never really assuming what was really going on when we were together or when we were apart.  He mostly never crossed my mind.  I already had other things to do.  I had plans and activities, and sometimes having to cancel them at last minute because my dad wanted to do something, but he never knew my schedule.  Now in present time he still does the same thing when I   am visiting my friends and family from my mother's side.  For instance, this last summer he wanted to take me to a party where his family was.  I already had things to do.  My closes friend was going to be home soon and I was going to see her.  I told my mom I couldn't and surely she understood.  But apparently my dad didn't.  So he left mad and upset.  I went to my friend and had a great time.
   Michel, the daredevil always trying to do something fun and exciting.  For me, that's sports.  I love soccer, running and swimming. But sometimes they are not enough, so I go cliff diving whenever I can.  I like doing and trying different things.  That's one thing that both of my parents can agree on.  I got that part of my genes form both of them.  Two things that my dad tough me to do was riding a motorcycle and driving.  But my mom won't let me, especially after the accidents that have happened to both of us.  After her last motorcycle ride, she ended with a cast.  After that cast was taken off she had 2 scars and weak legs. 
   I try my best to cheer up my friends and help them when there is something bothering them.  So does Michel. My friends ask all the time how can I act so happy all the time. But I don't. They don't know my past and all the suffering that I have seen and felt.  I am always happy because I am in a better place now and everything is O.K.  Nothing can hurt me because I already have gone through the worst of the worst. 

Hello=)

So, I'll probably do my blog post tomorrow at the last minute.  It's not due until friday so no judgement please!

Testing 1,2,3.

   So this pass two weeks I have basically  been preparing for the state wide test and I have a couple of blog post due.  I haven't really been able to read much this past week because I pretty much had activities to do this days.   Anyways My post is due until Thursday.  Hopefully I will be able to squish some reading time in between.  Sorry Ms. Robbins, my apologies.  Luckily I have more stories to write about.  So, don't worry my fellow followers, I will write more as the week goes by.  :)

Lets have some fun

   Sunday was the day I expected to rest...but I was wrong. My parents had other plans.  And they included my grandfather coming over for dinner.  So when he arrived, the house was spotless, clean, and clear as day, with sun coming in and shining all around the living room.  I sat down on the rug between the coffee table and the sofa.  My grandfather sat on the sofa and took a book out of a bag that he was carrying.  As he handed me the book my sister complained that she didn't get anythings, yet.  Once again my grandfather reached for the bag and took another book out, but this one was skinnier and had a picture cover.  I looked down at my book and read the cover.  My favorite, one-act plays!  It's called Center stage. The first story in the book is called Driver's test.  It's base on teenage dating drama, since the book is plays for teenager readers and actors. 
    As I read the story I realized that guys actually go through a tough time with dating.  Though it's totally different with what girls go through, since in books the authors usually show that girls go crazy worrying about what to ware, what to do how to act blah, blah, blah, etc. Guess guys also go through the same.  I never actually thought about it.  When my uncles went on dates I was never really paying attention to that, to me it was only an excuse to play with their hair.  To me it was like dress up.  And when my closes uncle started dating I wasn't there, and I was too old to play dress up with him, he's only four years older than me.
   It seems that in certain parts there is a big need to have a license to drive to your date.  At least according to the story. In New York driving doesn't matter.  It's too crowded, and would take too long.  It's normal to walk around or take the train.   Life in the City is completely different than the city.  One thing for sure is that the distance of places are way further in a town than it is in the city.
   Though girls may think that dating is harder for them, it turns out that the stressing out is equally shared.  Dressing up, where to go, what to do.  It's all goes down to the start to the end.  So, never be selfish and think about yourself.  Think of what is going through the other persons mind.