Every #life is like an orchestra The flute, tuba, drums, chimes, trombone, oboe... You are the conductor of your own #life. You choose if the flute plays beautifully or terribly, if the tuba is loud and broad or over the top squeaky loud. You also choose if the drums will play in sync, or if they play at different rates, if the chimes are played softly or not at all, leaving an empty space in the audiences hearts... If the trombone slides quickly and happily, or in it slides on forever, leaving the impression or a snail, and if the oboe becomes oboes, how much low sounding do you want? Every orchestra is like a #life The volume, the personality, the after school classes, jobs, chores, school classes, homework..., the love #life, the grudges you hold, and the children you have... You are the holder of your own soul. You choose if the volume is wonderful or sad and tragic, if the personality is broad and to be heard, or shy and squeaky, if you have a love #life or not at all, leaving empty spaces in your and someone else's heart, if your grudges are held for short periods of time or not at all, or if the grudges linger for years at a time, and if you ever have children, how many? How much time do you want out of you're love #life and free time? Notice the similarity these two paragraphs have with each other...

Chocolate Before Chocolate Information This is the 4th book that I am sharing first because it is better to read first due to it being a prequel. You will get to read these chapters as I share book 1. But for now, here we go into the weird wonderful world of Moony Jillian Olici... Introduction Daddy didn't come home today either diary. The wars are getting stronger each day while daddy's getting weaker. I'm scared and confused. This war isn't like world war 2 diary. Daddy isn't in that kind of war. This is bad. Worse, anyway. The war of T.B.O. Is frustratingly hard. I regret ever creating the demon. Did I tell you who T.B.O. Is? Must've, but those pages were burned by daddy... I can still re-write it right? My storytelling isn't THAT bad... We were cooking waffles! Diary, waffles! How could a day like this go downhill? And I was playing with my chemistry set I got for my birthday. Cool, right? Right! But daddy and mommy bought me extra chemicals, more dangerous ones. And I invented cures for diseases such as cancer, made growing and shrinking potions, And made 3 amazing discoveries. The invisibility potion, what makes you live forever, and a potion to make power maximize. So I poured each potion on each waffle so we would be superpowers family. Hey, I was 5! I put mine in my lunch kit and left. Forgetting the one in my lunch kit, I took another. The last waffle stayed plain. Everyday, my friend asks me for a lunch trade. I decided to take the chance of giving her my waffle. Was it the plain one? Who knows? Nope. Big and powerful. Me? Invisibility. The birth of the big one took place there. T.B.O. She destroyed everyone within the school grounds, and that became the battlefield for war. I was the only survivor, having been invisible, and having had the diagnosis, ran for dear #life. See? Not bad storytelling! I should write a book... But mom will ground me for writing a book here, in the open with T.B.O. Soldiers running around, looking for info! I need to create a world. And a potion. A potion to make people forget.

10 Of The Worst Thing That Could Happen In Your Tween Years... 10: mom I did not want pink butterfly wallpaper. 9: when your all like oh! Lemonade! And then grandma says after you drank it now where did my urine sample go? 8: when you ask for a pet and get a stuffed animal dog instead 7: when your having presents time at your birthday party with your friends and the present from your parents is underwear... Yeah... 6: when your mom comes home from the hospital and your all like please be cute and my gender please be cute and my gender and in my case it's all like look! There's your little brother Olivia! Isn't he cute? And I'm all like... Cute? Sure... 5: Brustlesprouts for dinner 4: "Olivia, isn't that your Crush?" says mom, not whispering at all because she doesn't give a flying monkey if he hears her or not 3: (My brother, happily singing my crushes name,)

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