State Is Almost Over :(

     "Wake up to the rising sun, don't stop until the job gets done," I woke up singing this today. I mean you can't blame me; they won't stop playing it around here, and it's very catchy. The first session today was very, VERY long and full of awards. After the first session all of us from Riverside were hanging out by the lake, like always. It was all fine until Gracie knocked Sydney's shoe in the lake. Somehow it was floating because of some trapped air or something. So she gets the idea to, with her already short arms and an even shorter stick, wade out into knee-deep water to get her shoe. The shoe was slowly drifting back to the shore, but she was persistent and was going to get her shoe. She was balancing on a rock and leaning over the water to try and reach her shoe. And right when it sounds like it couldn't get better, yep, she feel in. To only make matters worse she was wearing her official dress, which isn't the best swimwear. After all of that calamity we ended up skipping the next session and went to one of those arcade/go-cart/mini golf places. We didn't do much in the arcade except watch Gabe and Gracie duke it out at Guitar Hero. However, we did ride the go-carts and play mini golf. The go-carts were OK, but the mini golf was where it was at. Of course Gabe and I had to make it competitive and turn it into a 1V1. It ended up that it all came down to a one point difference on the last hole. Gabe had just went and had one more point than I did. This means I had to get a hole-in-one to win, and on the hardest hole yet. I lined it up and with complete luck pulled off the hole-in-one, much to Gabe's displeasure. Finally to end off the day their was a hypnotist show after the last session that was really funny. It's been fun but I am sad at how fast convention went by.

Cruel Hearts - Kim Wilson

Fall had finally reached Salem. Autumn was Marie's favorite season; she loved the cool weather, carving pumpkins, and Halloween. Her favorite part of autumn was the trees. The leaves were turning different shades of red and orange. Looking out of the Salem Mall, Marie could see rows beyond rows of multicolored leaves hanging from the trees. The sight was really breathtaking. Most people walked past them without taking a second look; they were only concerned with getting to their car or making a phone call. People aren't concerned with nature when it stands between them and technology. No one stops to look at things anymore, Addison thought.

“We like?” Addison smiled, shaking her wrist in front of her face. A shiny charm bracelet was dangling from her wrist. Little ballet shoes and other assorted charms were latched onto the simple silver bracelet. Little diamonds covered the bracelet. The movement from Addison's wrist made the bracelet jingle. Marie grabbed Addison's hand and looked at the tag. The bracelet was priced at three-hundred and fifty dollars.

“We can’t afford,” Marie laughed. How did she ever think Marie could afford that? All of Marie's money was going to her college funds. Marie was not going to waste her money on anything; it was all for her education. She couldn't even afford the shirt she was looking at.

“Well, you can’t, but I can,” Addison snorted. Addison knew about Marie’s money situation; she enjoyed making jokes about it. It was one of Addison's go-to cutting remarks.

Marie turned away from Addison and began to re-examine the shirts hanging behind them. Marie began to calculate the exact amount she could spend without cutting too much into her savings. With Marie distracted, Addison took the opportunity to start her plan. There were only two employees present in the store; both were struggling desperately to make a sale. Noting that everyone around her was distracted, Addison ripped off the tag and slipped the bracelet into her bag. She pulled off her scarf and stuffed it into her bag, trying to cover to bracelet. She walked across the counters and dropped the tag. Before she got three feet in front of the door she turned around.

“Come on, Marie. We’re leaving. This place has terrible jewelry,” Addison commanded loudly.

“But I thought this was your favorite store?” Marie asked. Marie was almost certain that Addison came here often. Marie even bought her birthday present there.

Suddenly, Addison was marching out of the doors. Her heels were clicking against the floor and her head was held high. Looking at her, you wouldn’t have thought she had stolen something. Addison wasn't sure what she was doing exactly; her father could have easily paid for the bracelet. She started it a couple of months ago. Addison enjoyed the intense feeling of walking out of the store with a stolen item. Each time she would wait for the alarm to go off, but it never happened. Once outside, Addison slid on her sunglasses and projected a look of satisfaction.

Marie slowly placed the shirt she was looking at back on the rack and followed behind her still confused. When they reached the car, Marie noticed the sun reflecting on something shiny in Addison's bag underneath her scarf. Quickly dismissing it, she got into Addison's car. The ride to Marie's house was suspiciously silent. Marie began to stare out of the window and watch the trees zoom by.

Marie still didn't know what was going on. One minute Addison was laughing and looking at a bracelet and the next she was dissing the store and walking out. Marie peeked over at Addison's purse on the floor of the car. Focusing on it more, she could see something circular and silver.

"You can get out now," Addison snapped from outside Marie's window. Marie realized that she was the only one still in the car. Marie picked up Addison's purse and climbed out.

"You forgot your purse," she said handing Addison the purse, "Wait a minute."

Marie grabbed the purse back and pulled out a skinny charm bracelet. It looked exactly like the one she was trying on at the store.

"You stole this, Addison!" Marie exclaimed.

"Not really stealing; more like borrowing," Addison laughed.

"Addison, borrowing is like the time you used my pencil in class. You give the things you borrow back. You can't borrow from a store. You stole this!"

"You need to lower you voice. Hello, loud much," she said pointing out the nearby houses.

"Let's just go inside," Marie walking away and not even looking at Addison.

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Marie and Addison were sitting in the living room of Marie's house when a knock sounded at her door. Marie looked at Addison who was staring at her phone; she obviously wasn't getting up. She tore herself from the couch and unlocked the door.

"Are you Miss Addison Erin?" A young man in front of her asked. It took her a moment to notice his uniform. There was a police car parked behind him and Marie couldn't help but notice the gun on his waist. It made her nervous and she hadn't even done anything.

"Um, no, Addison," she said urging Addison to come to her. She couldn't do this on her own. She was too scared to talk to the cop knowing what she knew. Marie could barely even talk in class. Addison looked up and slowly walked to the door.

"Addison?" The cop asked again. Addison nodded. "I'm sorry to do this, but you're under arrest." He pulled out handcuffs and began to place them on her wrists. Marie couldn't help but notice that what once wore a shiny stolen bracelet, now were bound together with cuffs.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” The cop said recounting her Addison her rights. Addison just stayed silent. She had a far off gaze; it seemed it just dawned on her that her actions had consequences.

Marie couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes. Addison, Miss I-Have-Everything-Together, was being taken away in a police car. Addison didn't bother hiding her tears; this was the first time she'd been in trouble. She didn't think she would get caught.

Marie dashed to her car and peeled out of her driveway. She rushed to the police station trying to get there in time to see Addison. When she walked in she saw Addison sitting in a small blue seat with her head hung low. She looked as if her world was just turned upside down, which it was.

"Addi, are you okay?" Marie asked.

"I've just been arrested. What do you mean 'are you okay?'" she snapped. Addison regained her composure and looked back at Marie. "Look, you have to cover for me."

"Cover for you? You mean lie to the police?" Addison nodded. "No! I can't risk my reputation to cover up your theft! You did what you did. Why should I pay for it? What will the colleges I apply to think of it?"

"Honey, are you sure you will even get it?" Addison bitterly asked, "If you cover for me, my dad can pay for a whole semester of your college. At least, hopefully you can learn something in that time."

"You did not just go there," Marie gasped. She was done with Addison; she put up with her treating her badly too long. She turned to leave when someone called for her.

"Miss, we need you," the cop who was at her house asked. Marie turned to Addison and smirked. She walked into the room with full confidence, something she would normally never do.

In the other room, Addison was squirming in her seat. She knew she shouldn't have said those things to Marie. Addison honestly did care for her; she just didn't know how to show it. Her father never showed her how to display affection for people. Addison was only taught to make people fear you. Maybe fear wasn't a good thing?

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"So you were with Addison when she stole the bracelet?" The police officer asked. Marie was answering all of the questions they threw at her. Marie had never been this confident in talking to people. Normally, she was too scared to communicate with authority figures.

"Yes. But she must have slipped it in her purse because I found it under a scarf. I was going to wait until she left and make an anonymous call, but someone already beat me," Marie explained.

"The worker noticed a bracelet was missing and we watched the tapes. Your friend didn't notice the camera directly above her. We clearly caught the whole thing; there's not confusing her for someone else. You can clearly see her face," he explained turning his computer around and showing the picture. Sure enough, you could see Addison slide the bracelet in her purse and cover it with her scarf.

"I was distracted by the shirts. I wasn't aware she stole it."

"We know. We were just wondering if you would lie or not. It's really funny. Some people come in here and deny they did anything even if there is solid proof against them. People always believe that they are innocent," he rambled.

Seeing as Marie had no further purpose staying with the mounting evidence against Addison, the cop let her go. When she walked out she saw Addison being taken into some office. She felt bad for her, she really did. But Marie couldn't handle the constant insults and backhanded compliments. Addison never once did anything for Marie while Marie did everything for her.

Marie had even stopped talking to her old friend Alex because Addison said she couldn't have two best friends. Marie did everything she could but got nothing in return. Everything she did wasn't good enough for the Almighty Addison.

As Marie pulled into her driveway she stopped and looked at the steering wheel. She was submerged into deep thoughts about friendship. All she could think about was her sacrifices and Addison's disapproval over everything.

She picked up her phone and scrolled to the familiar name in her contact list. She wasn't sure if she would answer given the circumstances. The phone slowly rang. Each time one passed with no answer Marie became more nervous. Finally the call was accepted.

"Yes, is this still Alex?" Marie asked.

Words are Art...

Words are Art... by Bethany Pace

Art is inevitable, art will always exist in the world.  We should be afraid when art disappears, that means we have lost ourselves, our sense of creativity, and our sense of humanity.  Art means one thing to one person, and another to the next, but art to me is everything.  Art is everything surrounding you, everything that captures your eye, and you yourself are a work of art.  A work of art created from the dust of the earth.  Art: the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as a painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated for their beauty or emotional power. 

I express my art through painting, playing an instrument, and my favorite art form, words.  Words can move people, and occasionally mountains.  Words can bounce off someone’s tongue into millions of other’s brains.  Some words follow you home, some words follow you down the street, some words sleep beside you at night, and some words slide off the top of your cranium into the air only to dissipate behind you.

Your mouth could be described as an instrument. Since I am a musician, I can vouch for the fact that before you press your keys, set your embouchure, or begin to blow air, you must analyze the current situation.  If the note needs to be higher, your mouth should be set a bit tighter than it should be compared to a lower note.  Just as when you are speaking, you should stop and realize what’s going on, what you should say, and how it’s going to effect the people you are saying it to.

Being a person who carries the persecuting words of others upon their shoulders, and into bed with them, you should think before you speak.  If you have nothing constructive or meaningful to say, say nothing at all.

Words are art, words are harmful, words can be beautiful, and words can be mortifying...

Slayn Immortal - Brittany Tucker

            Slayer climbed up the long stone tower quickly, determined to find her there. She’d been missing for several weeks now, and he finally found where she was. He honestly didn’t know how he’d managed to go on for so long without her. She was such a huge part of his life that he, despite the fact that Death avoided them, thought he would cease to exist.

            When he reached the top of the tower, he noticed a single barred window was the only other thing keeping them apart. He swore as he almost fell from the tower before managing to get his feet propped on the window seal. Slayer took a deep breath before moving the fake metallic bars out of his way with a single movement of his hand.
            He squirmed his way through the window, landing softly on the stone floor. He scanned the room, looking for his Gem. He noted how she’d tried to cut the stone, judging by the marks he saw on the wall. He almost gasped when he saw her. Thick metal cuffs chained her to the wall. There were cuts on her peach skin, and dried blood on her clothes, with some specks of it on the metal cuffs.
            Making his way to her in quick strides, he knelt to her, attempting to wake her. He ran a hand through her wine colored hair and quickly pressed his lips to her forehead before lightly shaking her. “Gem,” he muttered, “it’s time to wake up.”
            When she didn’t respond, he grew worried. He cut the cuffs from her wrists and picked her light body up, beginning to carry her to the window. Feeling somewhat hopeful, he continued muttering things to wake her. When the sunlight that streamed through the window met her skin, her eyes opened wide. She squirmed in his arms, trying to get free. He called her name and kept a tight grip on her body, determined not to let her slip from his grasp yet again.
            “Genevieve!” he exclaimed.
            She froze.
            “How do you know that name?” she asked. Her voice sounded raspy and hoarse.
            “It’s me,” he says. “Your…” he trailed off at the sound of heavy footsteps against the stone floor, “Oh, great,” he muttered. “They noticed.”
            She stared at him with wide, silvery eyes. “Who noticed?”
            He flashes a tight-lipped smile at her before backing away from the sunlight and into the shadows. In an instant, they were on the windowsill, Slayer still with his arms wrapped around her. He knew he couldn’t let her go. Not for this. A grin broke out on his face.
            He turned to her, whispering in her ear, “Better get ready, Sweeting.”
            Before she could ask what he meant, he jumped from the windowsill. He clamped a hand around his Gem’s mouth to keep her from screaming and hurting her throat even more than it already was.
            When they landed, Slayer immediately broke out in a sprint, eager to get her away from them.
            They’ll never take her away again.
            He stopped when he put enough distance between them and the tower. Gently, he set her down, making sure she could stand before completely letting her go.
            She immediately tried to run, causing him to grab her waist and pull her to him. She thrashed her arms about, attempting to get free. One thing he’d nearly forgotten about her was that his Gem would fight and die trying to get free.
            “Let me go!” she exclaimed. “Who are you? How do you know my name?”
            Slayer frowned. Does she not remember me? He hesitated. “I-I’m Slayer,” he managed in a pained voice. “I’m your husband.”
            His Gem froze. “W-What are you talking about? I-I don’t have a husband,” she said, lifting her left ring finger. “See? No ring.”
            Slayer’s mind went numb. His arms steadily dropped to his sides, releasing her. “They-they removed the ring,” he muttered under his breath.
            His Gem gave him a confused look. “I’ve never married anyone, and I’ve never met you before. How do you know so much about me? Are you some kind of stalker?”
            Slayer didn’t reply as he tried to think of a way to convince her of what he said. He took off his wedding band, handing it to her with a smirk. “Look on the inside. Read the name aloud. If you still don’t believe me, I’ll get you to safety and never bother you again.”
            She looked at the ring, reaching out her hand to take it from him. When it landed in her hand, something seemed to go off in her brain. Slayer watched her eyes turn from silver to gold.
            He smirked to himself. I wasn’t too sure that would set off a vision, but I’m glad it did. She might actually believe me now.
            When he saw her eyes beginning to change back, he placed his arms around her, ready to catch her energy-drained body. It was a side effect of having her visions. His Gem’s energy would deplete faster than normal, though why this was, he didn’t know. Even stranger, it only ever happened with her visions. She could use her telekinesis, or telepathy, or any other form that her abilities took on, and be just fine.
            Slayer shook his head, lifting her like the bride she was. “Get better soon, Sweeting,” he murmurs, placing his lips against her forehead again.

*          *          *          *

            The sun was just beginning to set when Genevieve awoke again. Her head pounded and ached as if someone had just got through beating her with a metal pipe. She brushed through her hair with her fingers as she sat up, seeing a silhouette sitting a few feet away from her by a fire pit.
            Slayer. Husband.
            She let out a small sigh as she rolled her head back, popping her neck. Getting to her feet, she moved toward him slowly, half-afraid he would hurt her if she moved too quickly. He turned to her, a smile on his face.
            “Good to see you’re awake now, Sweeting.”
            Genevieve couldn’t help but smile as she stepped toward the fire, feeling cold. The only new sound in the air besides the small chirping sounds the birds made was the crackling of the warm fire. She faintly heard the babbling of a brook nearby.
            The sun was almost set, reminding her of Slayer’s eyes. His eyes were a mixture of blues, and purples, and oranges, and pinks. His short hair reminded her of charcoal. It was mostly black, with just a few hints of deep gray around the tips.
            Genevieve curled up into a fetal position as she turned her attention from her husband to the warm fire in front of her. Why can’t I remember him? If I loved him enough to marry him, how could I possibly forget him so easily? What kind of wife doesn’t know her spouse?
            A small voice from somewhere in the back of her mind gave her an answer. A bad one. You shouldn’t have forgotten him. If you truly loved him as you say, you wouldn’t have.
            “Slayer?” she asked.
            “Yes?”
            “Who am I? Am I a bad person?”
            She saw him turn his head to the side, as if contemplating his words. After a moment, he spoke. “You’re Genevieve Grey. You’re my wife—the one that I’d fight to keep safe. If I had to, I’d even give up my immortality to save you. Genny, don’t dwell on what you’ve lost. You can always recreate your memories, and re-forge bonds after they’ve faded, sure. But, what you can’t do is let something you’ve lost define you. You’re still the amazing, powerful, and dependable girl that you used to be, just a bit different this time.”
            Genevieve nodded. “Thank you, Slayer. For everything. For waking me, for keeping me safe, and cheering me up.”
            Slayer chuckled. “Well, if I couldn’t do this much, what kind of husband would I be?”
            A hearty laugh escaped her lips as she turned from him, back to the fire, staring at it as it flickered. The smell of burning wood filled her nose as Slayer steadily got up from his spot opposite her.
            He picked up a small log and threw it into the fire before pulling out a knife. The sight of the knife made Genevieve shake. Slayer noticed. “Don’t worry. I’m going off for a bit. Keep inside this circle, okay?”
            She shot him a bemused expression before noticing the circle he must’ve drawn while she slept in the ground. “What’s the circle going to do?”
            “Keep you safe, as long as you don’t break it, that is.”
            Before she could ask anything more, Slayer was gone. Genevieve sighed. As she sat by the fire, her mind began to wonder to the vision she saw.
            The interlocking wedding bands with the others’ name in them.
            The lakeside cabin by the mountains.
            The two chalices of what she thought was wine.
            Genevieve sighed, running a hand through her hair. “What does that even mean? We had a good life before I lost my memories? We will have a good life?” She lightly pulled at her hair in frustration.
            Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked up at the sky, taking note of how dark it was. “Slayer should be back now, right?”
            As she spoke, a new sound invaded her ears. The sound of fighting. Loud grunts and the clashing of blades filled the air. She couldn’t hear any spoken words, but she assumed whoever kidnapped her had found Slayer and wanted her back.
            Standing as the fighting drew closer, she moved to the edge of the circle, silently praying she was wrong. She saw Slayer’s muscular physique fighting what appeared to be a… ninja? She wasn’t quite sure. All she could see was a shadow in the shape of a human.
            When he got close enough, Slayer threw something into the circle, just over her head. “I got dinner!” he called, blocking an attack from the shadow-person.
            Genevieve cupped her hands around her mouth. “Be careful! What am I gonna do if you get hurt or killed?!”
            “Don’t worry, Sweeting, I won’t die. In fact, I’m about to win!”
            Genevieve threw him an appalled expression. He’s certainly confident about his fighting skills. Then again, he is immortal. He must’ve had a long time to train.
            The shadow-person swung at Slayer, who quickly jumped to the side before throwing his knife, the blade hitting the shadow-person in the ribs. Slowly they fell to the ground before dissolving into an ashy substance soon swept away by the gentle breeze that passed through the trees of the forest.
            Genevieve shivered as she retreated to the fire, carrying what Slayer threw back with her.
            “Genny!” Slayer yelled, running to her, lightly gripping her arm. “You okay? You seem a little shaken up.”
            “I’m fine. What was that you were fighting?” she questioned.
            “Skótos from Acrasia. I wouldn’t worry about them if I were you. With our abilities, they’re easy to pick off.”
            Genevieve nodded slowly. “Do you know why it attacked?”
            Slayer shrugged, dropping her arm. He poked at the fire, moving a new log into it. “How much do you remember?” he softly mumbled, turning to face her fully.
            He stood closely to her, his eyes shifting to different places behind her. He wrapped a protective arm around her waist and pulled her close, resting his chin on her head, watching the shadows behind her. Genevieve tried to stop the blush that was spreading across her face as her head pressed against his chest, allowing her to feel his heartbeat.
            “I don’t remember anything. The vision didn’t help either,” she managed.
            “Well, what did you see?”
            She told him about the vision as he took their dinner and put it over the fire.
            “The wedding bands are from our wedding, which was held on the 25^th of December last year, and attended by most of our friends. Not all of them though, Trisha was taking care of Adallina with Aldus. As for the lakeside cabin, that’s something we were talking about building,” he turned the piece of meat over to its other side, “The chalices… I’m not sure. You used to see something from our past, present, and future, though it was impossible to tell when the future bit was going to happening.”
            Genevieve put a hand to her chin, wondering when the chalices could come into the scene. They could be soon, like when we get to wherever we used to live, or they could be later on, like on our anniversary or something. I wonder if I’ll have remembered anything by then. The thought of not having remembered anything by that time depressed her.
            Slayer noticed, putting a hand on her back, rubbing small comforting circles through the materials of her shirt. “I’m sure you’ll have your memories by them, Genny. You just gotta be patient.”
            A tear slowly rolled down her face. “What if I never get them back? How could I do that to you? I loved you enough to marry you, and now I don’t have even a single memory of you. I’m a horrible wife!”
            “That’s okay, Genny. I don’t care about you losing your memories. I’m just glad you’re okay. You weren’t, and still aren’t, a horrible wife. You were strong and wonderfully amazing. I don’t want you to ever forget that, okay?”
            Genevieve sniffled, nodding slowly as she pressed her face against his muscular chest. “I-I won’t,” she managed, her voice cracking slightly.

            Slayer looked back at the meat, seeing it was now well done. He smiled. “Dinner’s ready. You think you can stomach that?”
            Again, his Gem nodded.
            He cut up the meat, not exactly sure how it would taste. He handed half to Genevieve and slowly took a bite of it. Boar. That’s funny. It didn’t look like a boar. Oh well. It’s better than not having anything and starving.
            He looked to his Gem, seeing a deep sadness in her eyes as he took another bite. Please don’t be sad, Genny. I can’t stand to see you sad. Cheer up.
            She noticed his gaze, sending him a false smile. “It’s good,” she says after biting off a small bit.
            Slayer nodded. “I’m glad you still like it. Boar isn’t exactly rare, but it’s kinda hard to come by where we are.”
            His Gem turned to the fire. “Where are we? Where did we live?”
            Slayer chuckled. “We’re still in enemy territory, and will be for a while more. Assuming nothing happens tonight, we can be on the move at dawn and out of here in a few days.” He paused, biting into his boar. He chewed it somewhat slowly, savoring its taste. “We lived, and will do so for a while until we build that cabin, with your sister, Kiana and her fiancé, Marc.”
            “I have a sister?”
            “Twin. Fraternal twin sister named Kiana. She and Marc got together on our wedding night. He was my best man, and she was your maid of honor. Good couple, those two. They’ve managed to put up with us for a while now.” Slayer slowly trailed off, remembering their simplistically complex wedding.
            Genny wore a white gown that went to her ankles. Her hair was back in a braided bun with her bangs curled behind her ears, held in place with a small blue hairpin given to her by Trisha. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. He could think of one million and one ways to describe her and then some.
            Slayer nodded to himself. Yep, it’s officially official. I am whipped. Again.
            His Gem smiled at him, worry in her silver pools. “Are you okay, Slayer?”
            “Yeah,” he said, taking another bite of his boar. He swallowed, “I’m fine. Just thinking of our wedding.”
            She nodded, taking a small bite before offering the rest of her piece to him. “How was it?”
            “It was great! We said our vows, shared the rings, kissed, danced, and got cake everywhere. It was amazing. If there were one night that I wish you could remember, it would be that one. That night…” he grinned, shaking his head.
            “What happened?”
            A blush rose on his face. “I’ll tell you later,” he promised. “For now, let’s get some sleep, okay?”
            Genevieve nodded, laying down with her head on her arms. Her eyes felt heavy as she relaxed. Slayer laid down beside her, cleaning his knife blade.
            She felt a little more relaxed knowing he was there with her in case anything happened. A smile graced her lips as her eyes fell shut. Good night, Slayer.

My Friends Are Cooler Than Yours -- Karlee Sanders

My Friends Are Cooler Than Yours

     I want to take the opportunity to use this blog to brag on my friends. I have a lot of friends, but I really want to talk about the ones I love the most. They know who they are, so I won’t use names, but each of them individually should know how great they are, and how much they mean to me.

     I don’t know how my friends would describe me, but I know how I would describe them! They’re my “squad”, my “clique”, my shoulder to cry on, and my favorite people in the universe! They’re my, “I’m coming over in five minutes, you’d better be ready,” friends. They’re my support system, my number one fans, and my inspirations. I really couldn’t live without them.

     One thing in particular that I love about my friends is that they don’t judge me (or one another) over anything! I think that is really cool. I could walk up to them with my hair dyed purple, and they would tell me, “Oh my gosh! That looks great!” No judgments would be passed. But, with that being said, they aren’t ever afraid to be brutally honest or blunt with me, which aids in my decision making about 99% of the time.

     I also like the way that my friends can always cheer me up. No matter the circumstances, they can make me laugh! I love all of their crazy antics and silly jokes. On a particularly bad day, all I have to do is be around them and I’ll instantly feel better.

      The point is, is that I truly do love my friends, and they love me back… I think. I’d be a completely different person if I didn’t have them around! I hope to always keep them around and stay connected throughout the journeys of our lives.

beauty- sydneyadams

beauty?
beauty is chaos.
beauty is kindness.
beauty is the girl who loses herself in all that she does.
beauty is knowing yourself and your limits.
beauty is appreciation.
beauty is strength.
beauty is drive.
beauty is accepting yourself as well as others.
beauty is turning the other cheek.
beauty is forgiveness.
beauty is weakness.
beauty is being open to new experiences.
beauty is never circumstantial.
beauty isn't defined by the size of your waist.
beauty isn't topical
beauty isn't physical.
beauty isn't what people tell you to be.
beauty isn't what's in the magazines.
beauty isn't being rash and cruel.
beauty isn't breaking hearts.
beauty lies within the soul and only the truly beautiful recognize it.