A look inside

I've been feeling really creative lately with my music and photography. And I realized that I have not been keeping up with my blog! I mean, my blog is where I should come to get all my creativity out. 


I usually update at night. That may not be a good idea, because sometimes I end up quickly losing my spunk. I could begin to write during the day. After school and before homework or my hobbies. If life was perfect I would have an iPhone and be able to update any time, any where! Sadly, I am stuck with a three year old Keybo that is so scratched up that I can't even text off the front screen in sunlight. *SIGH* 


I have recently found an AMAZING blogger, and I have been so carried away with her writing that I haven't really focused on mine! I keep trying to note to myself little things in her writing, so I can become as good as her. Just got to keep practicing. Not saying that you are my practice... 



Anyways! 


School has been picking up hard! I have had five tests in the past two weeks! Ridiculous, I say. 

#1, I Might be Home Late

I Might be Home Late
Her name is Skyler and she is one day going to change the world, mark my words. The love she gets is never from home or from family. It’s from her friends at school. People who have never talked to her know all about her even if everything they think isn’t entirely true. She gets love from her boyfriend of that week, but of course it isn’t the true love or love from a family. She hasn’t ever experienced the feeling of being loved by someone and she still has a heart full of love that she gives out to everyone she cares for.

The description of what I see her is a little different than what the kids at high school see. Perfectly portioned hair that sits right below her shoulders, it’s brown. A cheerleader with a great sense of fashion. Has a different boyfriend every single week and every girl that ever sees her or hears about her wishes they had her life. They think she has all of this, because she is filthy rich with a flirty attitude. They are wrong. They only look skin deep, however when you actually get to know her and believe in her, you would be surprised how different she really is.
We were in Socials and just receiving our test back, we weren’t even half way through the first semester. She wasn’t nervous but she wasn’t happy either. I was given back an A marked test. Skyler received a D. She didn’t get unhappy, she knew it was coming. She barely even glanced away from her phone. Class ended and the test was left on the desk. Socials was the last class of the day. She left the school after having a talk with the squad. She was planning on making a last minute cheer practice, since she is the captain. Except a lot of the girls had plans for the day and couldn’t. Skyler was forced to go home, to the empty house. She walked in and called her best friend Peyton. She needed a night out. Peyton came and picked her up; they headed to Tric, the bar. Peyton’s Dad worked out on sea, but he was coming home the next day. She wasn’t planning on drinking too much, Skyler was. Skyler ended up going home with a college boy, leaving Peyton going home alone. Peyton was used to being alone since her mother died when she was in gr.6, and she easily left to go home and started drawing. Peyton’s boyfriend Eric wasn’t the best boyfriend ever. They fought a lot; lately Peyton’s drawings had been angry. Once again, Peyton fell asleep with the pencil in one hand and her sketcher in the other.

Skyler’s birthday was the only thing everyone was talking about. Everyone knew that it didn’t matter who came, it was open door along with open beer. The day went by fast, class was just more buzz about the party. It was a Thursday and the party started at 8; all the girls went home as fast as they could to get ready and the guys got in groups to arrive. Peyton and Skyler just awaited the house, Skyler had already begun drinking when we all arrived. Some were outside, some were inside. This party was crazy. There were rarely anybody who was not drunk or at least tipsy. Peyton was outside with me. When we glanced through the window, we saw Skyler being grabbed by some 25 year old, who decided to crash “Skyler Davis’s” party. We looked at each other and back at the window, I got up and ran to her. I did get her back, but he or I didn't leave completely unharmed. Everyone left by the time of 3am. The house cleaner cleaned up. While Skyler and I sat outside by her pool. She told me she had to check her mail and that I should go. We walked around her house to the fence and I hopped in my car, leaving her opening the mailbox. She reached in expecting a couple hundred dollars from her Mum, like every birthday. Though only retrieving an empty hand. Victoria forgot her birthday! Skyler went inside slowly, and headed into the liquor cupboard. The rest of the night was hazy.

The next day at school, everyone looked like crap! And there was still buzz about the party and what happened. I was a little worried about Skyler, not that she couldn’t look after herself. Though she never came to school that day, Peyton and I decided to visit her at her house. We both had a key, so we walked in and searched. Skyler was not there, though there was a note saying “don’t worry, just out” in jagged letters. Peyton went home to make dinner for her Father and I went home to my Mum too.

Friday passed, Saturday passed, Sunday passed and school was back on. Peyton and I decided to give Skyler space, but she still wasn’t back at school. I couldn’t take it anymore! I had to find Skyler, and make it all better. I missed her, more than I should have. I left school, no one knew I did, but I guess they would find out in 2nd period. It was hard to try to forget about Skyler not being there with all the crazy hum of her absence. I got in the comet and drove to her house. I went in, door still locked from when I locked it last. I searched the house, to find a letter saying “don’t worry, just out” in the same jagged letters. This made me worried, she hadn’t been home. I probably should have gotten help, but I thought it was better if I did it alone. I went to Tric, maybe she was sulking there. Not there. I went to the Lake Court, only Greg and Jared were there to pick up on some basketball during lunch. They asked questions, I did my best to avoid them. I searched till 5pm and besides the fact of my friend being in my need,  I needed to respect my Mum and show for dinner. She knew something was up, but I tried to dodge her questions too, but it didn’t work to well. By 8pm, I wanted to go out and search some more. However she wasn't going to let me leave without an answer. I finally gave in and she got super concerned. I told her to trust me and that I might be home late.

The search continued, though I didn’t think there was a place left to look. Then it clicked! Drew from Skylers party. I suddenly got a bad feeling in my stomach. Drew is not a guy to be trusted; I got in the Comet and hurried to his house. I knew him from my Uncle Dan, he got his car fixed from him. The lights were off, except for the basement. I knocked, and no answer. I looked in the basement window and I saw Skyler sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blank. It ranked of alcohol. After trying to open the front door, I headed to the back. It was open. The door squeaked and I cursed under my breath. There was a metal cane by the door,  I grabbed it just in case. I swiftly headed down the stairs, slowly.  The door was shut and locked, but it unlocked from my side. I clicked the lock, and stepped in the room. There was one bed, with white covers, and the walls were red. Among that, all was empty.

I ran to Skyler, she looked totally hung over. I told her we had to get out of there, all she answered with was “You’re always saving me.” Her eyes shut and she passed out. I heard the front door slam and there were footsteps already heading down the stairs. I had no time. I turned towards the door, to see his blood shot eyes. I might be home late.

Mind at Night

Couple nights ago my dad was not in the best mood, and I knew that I needed to back off and let him chill. I guess because it's that time of the month, I couldn't resist to start some back talking. He was stressed and I got over whelmed and it ended with me not talking to him for the rest of the night. He felt bad for over reacting and how he didn't handle the situation the way he should have. He tried to forget it happened and was being all kind. I was still just stressed out, so after I talked to my mum about it... we decided I should head to a friends house for the night. My dad, who was still feeling bad offered to drive me. I agreed and went upstairs to grab my stuff. I over heard my mum tell him that all I needed was an apology, and that driving me isnt going to help. I am glad she's here for me.


He never did apologize. 
I guess he felt he didn't need to.

Later that night, I had quite the dream!

I dreamed that I was in Penticton with my Dad and we were there for a basketball tournament. We had just finished getting ready for dinner and we were leaving. It was a small restaurant, yet there was no host who sat you. We ate and we were going to have a quick bathroom break, just so we could make it home without having to stop. My Dad went in the boys, and I of course went in the girls. I finished before him, and I decided to go back and grab my stuff at the table to get ready to go. As I walked back to our table, there was a man sitting there. With a weird tone in my voice, as if I was 7, I pronounced "You're not my dad!" The man answered with, "Of course not, would your Dad offer you illegal marijuana?" I realized that he was trying to abduct me, so I backed off. He put his hand in his pocket, and motioned that he had a gun. He saw that my mouth was opening soon to scream, and he says "Don't scream and we can leave quietly." I gave him a sly eyebrow arch, and screamed "HE'S TRYING TO ABDUCT ME!" I pushed one of the chairs at him and tried to run. (for some reason, no one seemed to care and continued eating) He stood up and walked over and shot me. The last that I saw was him walk over to the washroom to go after my Dad. I then blacked out, and died. (at least in my dream.)

I thought this was quite interesting since I was still a bit angry with my Dad. Some of you will laugh, and think it is funny. Which now that I think about it, it is! But I find it so interesting how my brain tapped in on my think at night.

I woke up with short, hasty breaths. All I thought was, "I'm glad that never happened."

family.

So I decided that to get to know me, you must understand a very important aspect of my life.  
My Family. 


The Mighty Sister
I have grown up with my one sister and she has been here for most of my entire life. Recently, she has gone off to University to start her own life. We keep close, and try to talk at least once a day, either over text, message or even an occasional skype conference. (seeing her face helps) I do miss her, even if i don't say it to her always... We call her Katie, but she was born with the name of Katherine. After many years of  saying "Kaffwin", she decided that she was meant to be "KATIE THE MIGHTY"! This was when she was around 8 or 9, and she went through the super hero stage. She would run around the house with this blue blanket over her shoulders. I'm surprised she didn't wear it to school. We still have the blanket today, which is quite interesting how it stayed in such good shape.


The Parentals
So I got a Mumma and a Papa, and they are both still together. My mum's name is Karen, and my dad's name is Greg. I would say that in most families there is usually one parent that is more strict than the other. In my case, my dad would be the more strict one. Though, he does know how to take a joke way more than my mum, so I guess that shows shes a bit more touchy on the "respect" areas. And that's cool, we get along well so there is no issue there. But I am also really quite lucky because most of the time my dad and I are on a good scale too. Which I think is really important, because I find that many of my friends have bad relationship with their parents and some can't even make it through a conversation without arguing. Can't say I haven't been through that stage.


The Old Yet Little Sister
Many of my classmates and people in my hometown don't even know this, but I have an older sister who is 30. You might have guessed, that the reason this is, is because she is never around. That's true. Her name is Amber, and my mum had her when she was 26 I think. I wish I could say that I look up to her... I guess she's had a troubled life. She doesn't understand how to handle herself in the big world. It started with just not caring about school. Then lead to hanging out with the wrong group, and she got caught in something she couldn't get out of. I guess the statement "The Old Yet Little Sister", is me trying to say yes she is older but she most definitely is not more mature and does not know how to handle her life anymore than i do.


                                                   Hold on to your family, 
                                                               Don't lose their respect like Amber did.

the beginning.

I'm a youtuber, tweeter, facebooker and now a blogger. I am new to the blogging world, but I hope that I catch on quickly and I use this space to blab on about my life, heart aches, regrets and passions.
I get how cheesy my title is, "My Life" but why go all fancy when truly I am not. 
I don't see the point to expand the truth, it's just as bad as lying. 

“The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones. They erode our strength, our self-esteem, our very foundation.” 
― Cheryl Hughes

 Some people seem to think, that lying is the only way to live their life or make their life interesting. That is honestly depressing to think that someone can't live the life GOD wanted us to have. I say to live the life that makes us happy, and if lying is what makes you able to go on with everyday smiling and having the least regrets you can, then with all means continue!

             Maybe the life I live is different than yours


                                                                                         and it is.