One act play competition the hardest form of theater, in my opinion. You basically pick a one act and perform it for and audience. No big deal right. Except the … Continue reading One Act Competition
One act play competition the hardest form of theater, in my opinion. You basically pick a one act and perform it for and audience. No big deal right. Except the … Continue reading One Act Competition
I have a bad past of people acting like friends then turning on me. I have stories about people trying to stab me in the back. I usually find out that they aren’t true friends. People don’t usually realize that I hear a lot. I see a lot. I know a lot.
They fear that I will find out their plan to stab me in the back. They fear what I could do if I found out. I don’t do anything. I try and make amends, but they continue their plan after they agree.
I had a friend, ninth grade, that I thought that together we could take the world. She thought that too. We were stuck to each others side. After a while she meet other people and then I meet another group, my real friends.
This girl who I was friends with was bad mouthing me to the group that she had “found”. The funny thing is. I was friends with the entire group. The group that she thought she was turning was the group that I had behind my back.
Throughout the school year she drifted and found another group. Then again she tried to turn them on me. Jokes on her I had friends within that group. I’ve never seen someone, who had no reason to do to turn people on me, try so hard to get a school to hate me. Maybe she was apart of the group from before, I talked about this in the blog post Trust.
I don’t know what turned this girl to hate me. I had hoped that it was a just a faze. I had hoped that the person who was like a sister to me would see what she was doing. She was tearing people apart without even knowing.
I’ve learned that people can turn at the flip of a switch. I’ve learned to protect myself.
I’ve learned that I am my own worst enemy. I’m better with animals. I’m better by myself.

Lets talk hair. Red hair is the color that I have been cursed with. In some cultures red hair is considered lucky. In others it is the sign of the devil. One time I went on a trip, back when I had waist length hair, and a small girl and her grandmother asked if they could touch my hair for luck.
I let them touch my hair and after that we went to the market and people, random ones on the street, kept touching my hair. I could faintly feel people pulling it lightly and touching it. After that I decided to put it up in a pony tail and tuck it away. I will always remember that. After that day I did some more research about red hair.
Turns out that redhead have bad tempers.I can tell you that red hair doesn’t cause a bad temper, but my family would like to disagree on that. I like reading about red hair because as a redhead myself I can disprove some of the facts they say. Like the fact about redhead having less hair. I have the same amount if not more that my sister.
I can tell you that bees rarely come near me. Even though the color of my hair should make them want to. I want to talk about the little known fact about redhead graying. I have pure white strands in my hair. It is rare but they are there. My mom likes to look for them everyone and then. It is true that redhead gray slower, but I find gray hairs in mine all the time.

One fact states redhead are most likely to be left-handed. To me this is partially true. I write with my right hand but when I comes to shooting a gun or bow I use my left eye. Therefore I am ambidextrous. Which means I use both hands. redhead can’t tolerate spicy food. False on my part I love spicy food. I eat spicy food very little because my mom doesn’t like it so yeah.
Most people ask me if I’m adopted, I’m not. They ask this because both my parents and my sister have brown or dark brown hair. I actually have a few great-great uncles that had red hair, they are bald now, so that is where the gene comes into play. I am also often asked where I get my hair dyed. I look at them and say genes.
I actually have the rarest hair and eye color combination. I have red hair and blue eyes. My mom calls me a recessive mess. I have a lot of the recessive genes. The misconceptions against me and my hair is something I’ve dealt with a lot so I know how to handle them pretty well. I usually agree with what some people say and dissagree and then state an agrument with them.
I want to end this off by telling a sweet fact about my family. My great grandfather always wanted a redhead daughter, but my grandma was a brunette. So when I was born my grandma said that great grandpa was looking over us by me. I never got to meet him, but I feel like he is there watching over me.

I have trust issues. They really started to kick in last school year as a freshman in high school. I had a good group of friends in the beginning we were in field marching we all had the same interests. Then one day they just stopped talking to me and including me in things. Naturally I went and asked why and then this whole feud over Canvas messaging started. For those who don’t know Canvas was what my old school used for classes and posting assignments and the messaging was just like the facebook messenger.
So I was talking to the “ringleader” of the group and she told me it was because I was mistreating everyone in the group, which I had her elaborate on and she gave me false information. Everything she gave me as “proof” was stuff that me and the other girl, that the arguments were with, and settled down and got on an agreement. So after a while we all became friends again except for me and the “ringleader”. The rest of the group and I would hang out after school while we were waiting for rides.
Turns out they were only trying to get close to me so they could get to my sister for the “ringleader” would have a better shot for drumline. The “ringleader” I will tell you that we have had our differences in the past and I overlooked them because I actually thought that she want ed to be my friend. I then started to ignore them and then they started the rumors. They would say that the only reason I was in band was because of my sister, which is false I am in band because I enjoy it.
They came up with all these awful things about me and I couldn’t take it. The new group of friends I was hanging out with started to fight back with me and then we got a small feud going between these groups. As of right now being in a new school and having old friends back I’ve been careful with who I hang out with. I’ve been getting better about who I think is a friend and who is using me.
I’ve learned my lesson. I’m an open book, but a closed friend. It takes time to get to know the real me. It takes time to know my past mistakes.

friend of the past.
If you asked me what I thought my life would be when I was in third grade I would have said I was still living in Litchfield and going to school at St. Philip’s. Now that I have the chance to look back on what I thought about what my future was going to hold was completely different from what actually happened.
I’ve always tried to think of the most reasonable possibilities for my future. Never would I have thought that I would be moving 400 miles away from the only people I’ve ever known. I look on my past and try to use that to build I future for me. I’ve never really thought that building my future would involve so many injures.
For those who don’t know I can move my shoulders, right knee, and right hip in and out of place. This has happened so many times that I have just become numb to it. Okay, back on track I use these things and try and create a future in my mind. It usually is just something I do for fun. A lot of the things I think of never happen, because it’s just my mind and not real life.
When people ask what I want for my future I just laugh. To me the future could be a few minutes, few days, few weeks, few months, few years, or multiple years ahead. To me the future is something that you can never plan out fully. I didn’t plan on moving when I was younger, but we planned moving back for multiple months. In the present of my story I do not know where the winds of time will lead me. I always use music to keep me company. I think that you will enjoy what I listen through out my past and present.

friend of now.
I don’t know what my friends in the future will be but I hope that they are ready to meet me.
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