Ghost..

When I'm a ghost I will be a hitch hiking ghost, I'll go to every house I've ever lived in and go back and forth between those 9 houses and just scare who ever is living there. I mean I'm pretty sure the people living there wouldn't be to freaked out and wouldn't think anything of it.. at least for a while they wouldn't. After a while of me moving small things and making noises at night, I'd start doing it while they are awake and really freak them out. I'd start making louder noises and like shut lights off all the time. For no reason really just to scare people, because that what I like doing is scaring people. So yeah that's what I would do.

Thinking of my teachers when they were in high school kind of cracks me up. I mean, if you think about it. No one really thinks about it.. I could see most of my teachers as smart and involved in things. I mean pretty much the total opposite if me. Involved in things, having a lot of friends. Just seems to be total opposite of me. I mean think about it, would they a have wanted to be a teacher when they were my age? Did they want to be something different? it would be a little strange to see them all stressing over a college, stressing over a homework assignment, stressing over a test even. I mean I bet they all were amazing kids in school. I bet they were all so well liked

Zombies...

Well my survival plan would be to get to my cousin, as soon as i can. My cousin would know what to do. My mother would not survive long, but the rest of my family probably would make it. I would try to convince my step dad to come with me but he would probably do the same thing as my cousin would. Get in the cars, and drive to either the smallest town, or way out in the country away from all towns and people, find an old house out there and try to survive there. In my family most of the people are strong, and i would feel safe knowing they are looking out for me. My biggest fear would be my baby sister crying, shes a very very loud crier. And that would not be very helpful at all. My little sister would be able to deal with things very well honestly, she knows how to hunt and shes very very smart. My dad well i really do not know how he would act, i think he would try to protect everyone even if he knows he can not do so. My little brother, Hunter, he would be helpful in a few ways he knows how to shoot a bow and arrow and he has very very good aim. My little brother, Gage, well I think he would be to young to help out a lot. My family honestly wouldn't last that long in my mind. We would all die. Very fast.

Teenagers.

So many people think that teenagers are such bad kids, and so many people think that we are lazy, and that we a do drugs or smoke or something. But trust is not all of us do that. Some of us might but no way do we all. And being lazy? Not really again. Some of us are lazy but not all of us are. Some of us have jobs, some of us are in charge of getting the house clean and sometimes we do not get any help from anyone at all. And we don't all have sex all the time. Not all of us are what people think we are. No one pays attention to the good that we do. Sometimes we spend time trying to help little kids. Sometimes we work harder than some adults, not all adults, some. You know we aren't just some stuck up brats that get everything handed to us. We do have to work for things. And yes our parents give us things but that's what a parent does. They get their children the things they need. I know that in my house, i have to work hard for what i want. If I want new clothes, I have to clean my entire house(my house is not small by any means) and I have to do the laundry for my parents to even take me to get clothes. It's not all handed to me. It's never just been handed to me. Nothing has really.

Wheres Waldo??

Well no one really knows where Waldo is, no one really knows who he is. Well, here is his story. Waldo lived in a town where no one really liked him, everyone hated him but his parents. He was picked on for his favorite shirt he wore all the time, a red and white stripped sweater. He decided to run away one day to get away from everything, he wanted to leave so he did not have to deal with people anymore. He knew his parents would miss him but he had to leave for his own good. is parents freaked out and called the police. they looked for such a long time for him, but he cops finally gave up looking for him. His parents were so angry but hey never gave up. They decided to make a book asking "Wheres Waldo?" to see if little kids could find him. they put his favorite sweater on the book, thinking since that was the only shirt he took with him, he would still be wearing it, hoping they would still be wearing it. Eventually, his parents found him, ten years later thanks to some little kid who yelled at his mother, "Mommy i found Waldo!!" the little boys mother just happened to know the family really well.. Waldo was finally found, but the books were so well liked they never took them off the shelves, they just let little kids keep finding their son.

Home is where the heart is

Home for me is in Eureka not in a specific house but more of the town itself. When i lived in Eureka we moved every two years to a different house, so having a house for home isnt something that i know really. In eureka i felt safe and loved there. it was the place i called home. and i stayed in every part of that town. I had places i could go, i knew everyone. people cared about me there i knew it. once i moved here i didnt think i could ever call this place home, but as time goes by im starting to see this place as home. You know nets hard to admit but it's true. You guys have been so great when i moved and so nice to me you're making it possible for me to become comfortable. So hopefully I will be able to call this place home.