where im from

spring break was too short. i took a break from blogging, too, as you can probably see. the Prompt O' the Day is brought you by sunday scribblings: "i come from..."


im from apple valley, ohio

a place of:

rolling green hills

cornfields aplenty

apple orchards out the wazoo

farms inhabited by many different species of animals

sturdy oak trees with rope swings

warm apple pies with homemade ice cream

barn dances

snow days

....and a little watering hole that was so clear you could see to the bottom

i really miss that place.

dear me

this Prompt O' The Day - one week later, of course-is brought to you by sunday scribblings: "dear past me, dear future me"

dear past me,

the life you once had is dead and gone. the person you used to be is dead and gone. no more crying. no more looking back. what’s done is done.

dear future me,

kick some bad guy ass. and think about making a career out of it.

to all you aspiring young writers out there...

this Prompt O' The Day is brought to you by sunday scribblings:
"listen up, because this is important!"

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~ a different word is posted every quarter.

~ you have 4,000 words to write about it

~ you have to be between the ages of 13 to 18 and a student

~ there's an entry fee. of course. duh.

~ if you get chosen, you may get published

~ oh, yeah, and the deadline is, like, Mar 31st, so you'd better hurry up and enter q-u-i-c-k

so click on the links and go check it out. be gone. NOW, PEOPLE, GO, GO, GO!!!

lost to the system....and found in dry heat

the Prompt O' the Day is brought to you by sunday scribblings: 'lost'

ok, so you pretty much know my history. if you didn't read the last prompt on the topic of trust, you can do so by checking out the post below.

i was in the foster care system for many, many years. yeah, i know im only 16, but being in the system can make you feel like 20 in dog years.

the last set of parents (not-so-fondly referred to as The FCFH) i got were a trip and a half.

to the point where i ratted them out the feds. cant tell you why, youll just have to read all about it on Oct 23rd. needless to say, they were involved in some illegal activities and The Company wanted to acquire my special skills (read: natural curiosity). i told them i would do it. on one condition.

they had to lose me.

take me off the grid.

erase my existence.

my condition was freedom. from the system. id like to think that my social worker got an ominous phone call where The Company said something like "Forget about O.C.* or else". she probably thinks i was wisked away into the witness protection program.

and i guess, in a way, it would seem like that. except im not running from anyone and no one wants to hunt me down and kill me.

far as i know.

no, i was given a new life, allowed to choose a new name, and picked Dry Heat, AZ as my new home. i did that for a reason, too, and ill tell you all about it my next post.

as far as im concerned, getting lost is the best thing that ever happened to me.

*These initials do not stand for Orange County, people, but represent the name I went by during my time with The FCFH.

spectator only

the Prompt O' The Day is brought to you by sunday scribblings : "sports."

in all my 16 yrs, ive never participated in sports. i was never really interested.

i was too busy trying to survive foster care hell. not gonna go there.

im a spectator during the olympics--both winter and summer. and that's about as good as it gets.

ok, wait...is kung-fu considered to be a sport?

it should be.

an activity that allows you to shout out "HI-YAH!" needs to be a sport.

the zen of art

I came across this blog called sunday scribblings over the weekend. apparently, they provide weekly writing prompts.

coolio.

so i thought i might dip my pen in the inkpool and try out last week's word: art

i attend craycroft school of the arts. its a charter school that mostly focuses on creative achievement rather than athletic. for the record, there are no sports at this school.

all the kids that go here are artistic in some way. whether its drawing or dancing, they express themselves in different ways.

seeing as how i was homeschooled, i never had the chance to attend a school like this. im not complaining, mind you. homeschooling was awesome and great. i should know. i graduated when i was 13.

the point is, im glad i have the chance now. i wish i had the opportunity to explore my artistic side in the form of acting, but that's a no-go for now.

fortunately, i was able to find something else that appealed to me. and i can even use it for The Job.

photography

i find that im quite good at self portraits. ha.

i cant post the stuff i click for The Job. Chief, not to mention The Company, would kick my apple-shaped butt. cant afford to piss them off.

so.....this was fun. ill have to see what next week brings.