My #life 2 I honestly think I have been staring at the screen of my iPod for at least ten minuets. Thinking of what to write because I don't know. I guess I should tell you of what I first remember when I was little. I was born here in Amarillo, TX May 1996. I still remember what my home looked like. I lived in a white trailer that in my eyes was beautiful because it was my home. I had three dogs at the time named rusty, mojo, and cinnamon. I know there funny names. We had found rusty on the side of the rode with a broken tail and took him in. Rusty was a kind of gold/reddish brown and the most fluffy dog I had ever seen. He was so gentle to. Mojo well I don't know where mojo came from to be honest. He was a black lab with extremely shiny hair. Mojo was the happiest dog he could even smile. His name had always reminded me of the evil monkey from the power puff girls. Cinnamon was a chihuahua we got from my best friend Kaity. He was the most stubborn dog iv ever had. I think he bit me more then 50 times in two months, but after time he started to trust us so the biting was cut down by half. When cinnamon got baths he got really excited and would run on the sides of the couches, chairs, and walls at full speed. The sad part is all of the animals I have owned have died horrible deaths. I must be cursed somehow. But I will tell you how they died later because its later in my #life's story. My room in the trailer was probably as big as a walk in closet. It didn't matter though. I was to small to care. My brothers room was bigger then mine. He had a bunk bed and a big wooden dresser. My brother and I went to sundown lain elementary school. My kindergarden teacher's name was mrs. Smily. I remember she was so kind to me. When I was in her class the room always smelled like ginger bread men. She would also let one of the students take her teddy bear home for the weekend. The teddy was so soft and lovable. I loved her so much. When summer ended and it was time for me to go to first grade. She was gone. She had left when everyone was having fun with summer vacation. I was so sad she left. It was like someone had just taken something very special to me away and replaced it with a sharp pain in my heart. Well I'll write more later I have to get some sleep Night!

My #life My #life, I could use this app to tell my story or I could right it to just get it out seeing is no one will want to hear about my #life because they have they're own to deal with. They're things I haven't told anyone not even my closest friend. Fearing she would not see me the same after, but writing on here is different. No one knows me or will ever meet me. If they in fact do they will not know who I am. I hate to admit I don't have the courage to right a book. Letting people know my feelings or letting them read things that have happened to me and knowing who I am. To see them judge me or to say they've had worse, but this is my #life and not theirs. Things will affect them differently then they affect me and that's just the way it is. So if you do in fact want to read my #life go ahead. I can't say wether you will like it or think its just boring. Just keep in mind this is for me not for you. And I just want someone to know, anyone to know me. Without seeing my face and judging also my appearance. I will pour my heart out in my writing because like I said they're painful and not even my closest friend knows me truly. So reading this you will know me with out even meeting me.

Daddy Crying wont make daddy forget the women that is not your mother. Crying wont make daddy stop hitting mommy. Crying wont make daddy stop drinking. Crying wont make daddy stay. Crying wont stop daddy from forgetting you. Crying wont stop daddy from walking out the door. Crying wont make daddy remember his promise to you. Crying is what you did when you had the guts to tell the truth. Crying is what you did when daddy called you a liar. Crying wont make your daddy forgive you for telling the truth. Crying is what you did when daddy took advantage of you when he was drunk. Crying is what daddy did when he came back, but the most valuable lesson your daddy taut you is to ignore the person begging, crying, pleading for forgiveness.

Chapter 1 The Creepy Boy I woke up today feeling a bit uncomfortable with the new house I was in. It felt dark and gloomy which I already felt. So I got dressed and headed to a coffee shop near by. As I was drinking my coffee I though about everything that had happened during the move. My step dad was a clean freak. So moving was difficult seeing is I'm the messiest person he knows. But this morning I had this lingering feeling like I was suppose to be at my dead fathers grave. It brought tears to my eyes just thinking about him. He had been the best dad anyone could have. He had understood me because I was more like him then my mom. I couldn't stand it any longer. I got up from the table went to my car and just drove until I arrived at the graveyard. I waited in the car my chest shaking from crying. I hadn't been to his grave since he died hoping it wasn't true. Thinking that if I didn't go time would just rewind and he would show up at the door ready to take me somewhere with him, but he never came. I opened the car door. Got up only to start slowly walking in the direction he was in. When I arrived at his grave I fell to my knees. The sight of his grave meant that he was never coming home. I would never hug my dad or kiss him goodnight before I went to bed. I would never hear him call my name when he needed me. I would never feel him comfort me when something happened that hurt me. He was just gone. When I started crying again it felt like I was roaring out in pain. As I was crying I could feel a sharp stare coming at me. I looked around to see who was there. Then I notice that I'd been there for hours. It was starting to get dark and very cold. The wind started to blow excruciatingly cold and hard almost nocking me off my feet. I heard a branch snap behind me. I turned around in a flash just to meet cold icy blue eyes inches away from my face. He looked at me with curiosity. I was so surprised I couldn't move. His hands reached up to touch my face but I backed away quickly. When I saw him moving closer to me I turned and started to run as fast as I could. Sharp branches scratching my arms and making them bleed. One dug into my arm. Ripping it open I screamed bloody murder the pain radiating from my arm. Blood poured down my arm making me dizzy. It was hard to see now that everything was blurry and it was to dark to make anything up. I was so cold. The tears felt like they were frozen to my now white cheeks. My legs felt heavy and numb. When somehow I got to my car everything was a blur. I could feel my consciousness fading slowly. I began to fall backwards. Before hitting the ground strong muscular arms caught me and picked me up. The persons arms were cold but comforting at the same time. After he picked me up I began to move up higher and higher in till I was against his chest. He starred at me for a long time. I felt his mouth come next to my ear. His lips were so soft, smooth, and strong up against my ear. As he caress my ear with his lips he whispered something to me. I was groggy so I tried to make out what he was saying, but it sounded like a spell. In the past I had read books that had interested me and one of those miraculously was a spell book. But what he was almost chanting sounded like a tracking spell. Why would he be chanting a tracking spell? I would have thought a different spell like maybe a healing spell. I remembered the opening on my arm. I tried to shift in his arms but they're holding me to tight. I tried again but had no success in fact they got even tighter. Which made me give a little moan in frustration. I could feel him looking at my body and then my face again. His face got closer again but this time to my lips. He pressed his lips against mine it was soft but also passionate. The kiss lasted what felt like minutes. He lifted his lips off mine then went to my ear again and whispered to me. " I have loved you all my #life. I will never let you go. I will protect you with my #life. I will always know where you are." after he said that he kissed me again and caressed my cheek. All of a sudden I woke up. I was in my room? How did I get here? Was it all a dream? I got out of bed as fast as I could but then collapsed on my floor my legs hurt so bad. My head was spinning like I'd just got of a teacup ride from the fair. OUCH!!!! My arm was in searing pain. I slowly got up from the floor and went to the bathroom. I lifted my sleeves to see huge stitches across my arm. Then I lifted my shirt an saw scratches along my belly. Also there was a scratch on my cheek. After checking myself carefully I went back into my bedroom. I laid down on my pink pillow, but there was a crunching sound. I lifted my head quickly which was a bad idea my head started throbbing again, but I looked at the pillow and saw that there was something inside the pillow case was a letter it read " I left a neckless by your bed hope you like it. I'll see you at school love Vincent." SCHOOL??? what does he mean school? So this wasn't a dream? There was a creepy boy watching me cry at my fathers grave. But then how did I get home? WHERE'S MY CAR??? How did that creep know where I live? After contemplating that question I had to go to the window. I opened the window to get some fresh air. I breathed in the crisp morning fresh air. I closed my eyes. It felt like I was flying the air brushing across my face. I relaxed and couldn't feel the floor anymore. Was I that relaxed or AM I REALLY OFF THE FLOOR!?? I opened my eyes quickly and saw that I wasn't on the floor I was in the air. When I noticed I was floating I fell slamming into the floor. Pain shot throughout my body. I heard fast paced steps coming up stairs to my room. The door flung open and I saw my mother with a worried look on her face. " Serina are you ok?" mom said with wide eyes. "I'm fine mom I just slipped on the floor." Mom looked at me. Then told me to get ready for school. If I went to school would I see the boy? Would I see Vincent? I really didn't want to see the creepy boy. I had no choice but to go. I couldn't tell her what really happened yesterday. She would completely freak out. To be continued.........