Grounded...

Hey guys... I'm grounded. It totally sucks because that means no texting for two weeks, no car for two weeks, no phone for two weeks, and no computer for two weeks. Luckily, my mom let me get on this site (and in her exact words, "That site ONLY, Shannon!") hehe Well I deserve this punishment on account of I lied to my mom. Stupid stupid stupid, I know. I'm stupid. But yeah. I'm totally going crazy without texting... Like, I miss my friends SOOOOOOO MUCH!! And it totally figures that my friends chose THIS WEEKEND to decide to ask if I want to hang out. They never ask if I want to, but lets hand it to them to ask on the weekend that I can't. Oh well, I guess I deserve that, too. I have just been so bored and sigh........... You people have NO idea. Today, my sister-in-law gave me her old camera that she used to use and so I went out in the yard to take pictures of our snowball trees and lilac bush. Most of them are blurry, but I got some cool ones. I sometimes wish I was really good at taking AWESOME pictures. I guess the first step would be to get a new camera lol :) All in time, I guess.
Today, me and my mom played Guess Who and Connect Four. THAT'S how bored I am. lol I haven't played those games in YEARS!! It was kinda fun, too. You know that feeling that you get when you just are so sick of sitting around, but you can't muster the energy to actually get up? And it drives you crazy? That's how I feel now. Plus, I think I have RLS, and that isn't exactly helping. Ha ha he he hi hi ho ho hu hu. hehe!!!! I've been playing Super Princess Peach all day on my Nintendo DS and right now, I have that icky feeling. Sigh.... I miss McKay and Alan and all my other friends who's faces I love. . . And I miss Charlie, my cell phone lol. Yikes, I just realized how horribly boring my blog must be to read. But the truth is, I just can't write when I'm feeling so restless. I think maybe I'm going to post this story that I was writing in my OLD journal that I found last night!! Let me know what you guys think!!

* * * * * * Chapter one * * * * * *

The sun was setting as I hurried to my destination. It'd soon be dark, and I was slowly beginning to freeze, so I turned up the collar of my thin jacket and hugged myself in an attempt to keep warm. I could see my breath in the air like smoke from a dragon's mouth, and I scolded myself for not wearing a coat. Sunlight spun in orbs across my face through the leaves of the trees in the neighboring yards, casting a dappled pattern against the cold sidewalk. I'd be there soon, so I sped along hoping to get out of the cold faster and turned the corner onto my familiar, deserted street. A man stood on the sidewalk a ways off with his back to me. I slowed my pace a little as he turned down the dark alley that broke off my usually busy street. I sped up again, bowing my head against the gentle, freezing wind with my eyes watching my skater shoes as I wished I had my skateboard to get me home faster. My dad was going to kill me when I got home for sneaking out like that. I slowed down again at the thought of what my drunk dad would do, dreading each step that carried me closer to the man I hated. A strong, pale hand grabbed my shoulder and I looked up in shock. It was the man I had seen ahead of me who had supposedly gone the other way. I found myself staring into cold, icy brown eyes that seemed to pierce my heart. I could see pleasure in his eyes and his thin mouth turned into a twisted, cruel smile. His fingernails pierced my tender skin, right through my jacket and into my shoulder as if to tell me I had no means of escape, and I winced at the pain.
"Look what I found!" he said in an excited, mocking whisper. Terror filled my body as he started to drag me toward the dark alley's opening. My body seemed to to be paralyzed and my long blonde-streaked hair fell into the blood from my shoulder. I finally seemed to wake up and thrust my feet down into the sidewalk, hoping to catch a bump or crack. The man stumbled a bit when my feet struck the ground that I tore myself away from him. His nails ripped up my arms and shoulders, leaving rivers of blood streaking across my pale skin. My jacket remained in his hands as I raced back down the street. I looked over my shoulder to see him running after me, so I started to scream and run faster. He caught me by the hair and hit the soft skin of my face. My nose didn't break, but I could feel the warm blood running down my face. He grabbed my wrists and shook me over and over again as if to punish me for my attempted escape. I looked into his eyes, my own wide with terror. I could hear a car coming, but I could see in this man's rage that he didn't seem to notice the approaching wheels that he had his back to. I looked just past his shoulder and he followed my eyes seeing the car. He turned back toward me with a look of hatred on his face as if it were my fault, grabbed my head in his hands, and banged it against his own, sending me tumbling to the ground in a swirling black abyss. Just before I hit the ground, I recognized Trevor, my best friend, passing by in the car...

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I woke up to the sound of water running. I sat up, alarmed by the strangely familiar scent of the pillow my head had rested on. My head seemed to pound through my skull, so I sat back down with my eyes still closed. A cool washcloth came down on my burning face and gently rubbed; I assumed it was to wash off the dried blood from my nose.
"Nicole?" a gentle, worried voice asked quietly. I knew that voice. And I knew the scent I had recognized on the pillow. It was Trevor. I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with concern etched into every contour of his face.




Guys, I'm tired of typing. The next time I blog, which in fact, will be VERY soon, I will finish typing the rest. I know it's not very good so far, but that's okay. It's mostly just for my own entertainment. I'm sure there's plenty of typos, but so who cares? He he Well, good night, snack well!!!!!

April 5th 2008

I'm exhausted. Today, we (and by me, I mean me and the fam) watched general conference. The whole time I crochetted on this REALLY cute baby blankie that I'm making:) My oldest sister, Samantha, is having a baby girl named Amelia Gwen Kennicott!!! I am SO excited to be an aunt!! I just got my license, so when she is born, I'll be babysitting her a lot. I want to take her to the zoo, wheeler farm(of course when she gets a little older), and to all these cute little kid places!! So yeah, back to the blanket. It's dark pink, light pink, and white. I'll get a picture of it so far on here as soon as I can kife a camera. But it's turning out really well, so I'm happy for the most part... I dunno what's wrong with me lately. I'm kinda depressive, but I'll get over it, I'm sure. Just REALLY stressed with everything. But anywho, other than that slight very minor factor, things are ok. I started season 8 of friends and BAM!!! Joey likes Rachel!! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT!?!?!? But it's kinda weird since she's pregnant and all. And I know that in the end, she really does end up with Ross, but it sould be NOW!! lol.. Wow. My life. The Twilight series and Friends. I'm a total loser:) But it's ok because it's not like I'm trying to impress anyone, right? Ha.......Ha............... But yeah. Things are ok.



Broken

Each wrong word brings the blade closer,
The intentions of pain settle deep,
She's trying, she's helpless,
She's crying but can't confess.
She loves him too much, too complete.
Each remark cuts and the tip finally touches,
The soft perfect skin starts to tear.
Her blood that is spilling's too innocent, too willing,
He'd save her, but doesn't really care.

His eyes were too blind, and his heart was too cold,
But she reached for him, crying his name.
Yet he still couldn't hear, and he didn't look back,
And he left, ignoring her pain.
Shoved in still deeper, the blood flowed more freely,
Her breath caught, she chocked on the tears.
Until finally it cracked, scarred and broken in pieces,
Her heart leaking all of its fears.


Ok, so when I let my stupid, not-my-friend-anymore friend Cassie read this, she said that I sound emo. But I guess I can see that. It sounds like I'm talking about cutting, but I'm not. It's totally metaphorical as in the words he was saying and the things he was doing just hurt her more and more. But anyways, let me know what you think.

April 2, 2008

So today was...interesting. I'm enrolled in this really difficult math 10/50 course at Salt Lake Community College even though I'm a sophmore in high school. It's really stressful, but I'm handling it.... I hope. We had this lesson on complex multi-functions that was SO HARD, but I was totally getting it!! We got this huge assignment, and I even finished half of it in class. Then spring break happened. I put it off until the day before I went back to the class, and when I tried to finish it, I couldn't remember! So I went to class and whew! I remembered. So we got another assignment today, so I had to finish both in order to catch up. After school, I spent two hours working on them, so I'm kinda tired out. But after, I watched two whole discs of Friends!! I LOVE that show!! I settled down on my bed with my 2 liter cherry-vanilla diet Dr. Pepper with my mini DVD player, and settled back :) OH!! And then I went to young women's and watched The Wizard of Oz and it was CRAZY!! Me and Dusty, Hanna, and Kassey were so HYPER. We had so much junk that I'm feeling a little queasy, but it's great :)