highschool life(my day)

Hey guys im not going to finish my story today, i have a lot to do in a little time! But i need to write something, i was starting to have writing withdraws! =) Well i had a normal day, full of fun paperwork and textbooks. WOOHOO. I do like my new class though, its business and personal law. The business part, im sure i wont like to much the the personal part i do! we jus started on morals. Whats right and whats wrong kind of stuff. We also had a girl on girl fight in the hallway today it was so bad that the bigest, manliest AP couldnt seperate them . So they just nstood back and let them fight it out til our cops got down there. Im pretty sure one of them got a ticket! Its not her first offense and she just turned 18 i wouldnt doubt it if they kicked her out. But anyways im just now startin julius ceasar, shakespeare. I cant wait we have to write an essay later on but im sure it wont be to hard. Okay well im going to work on my solfedge for choir, might even sit outside and do it! its a beautiful day today.

To forgive and forget

From the begining my life it has been tough, i have had some major trials already. Im almost scared to see what else will come my way as i grow into a woman. When my sister was born we were all so happy But our celebration was soon interupted by grief. My sister was diagnosed with so many diseases and disorders, countless,endless list of medications and treatments. It was so tough! my mother completely focused on abby (my little sister) and dad focused on his job, so he could pay for the medical bills. I was pushed to the side while my sister and mother developed the closest relationship ive ever seen. No matter how hard i tried to understand and keep out of the way i always felt like i wasnt enough for my mom. There is one time that always sticks out in my head: My mother was recording my sister abby with the video camera and i told her i needed help with my homework and she replied to me "No shelby not right now im playing with your sister" i repeated that it was due tomorrow and i didnt understand it. She yelled at me telling me that i just needed to suck it up and try it on my own. I was eight! I was eight and being yelled at to figure it out or make my own dinner. By age ten i was worrying that we didnt have enough money to get us through the week, that daddy wasnt going to come home from work and i'd be left with mommy. As i got even older i was taking abby to my room and holding her while my parents fought over and over again every day. Then finally when i was 13 they dicided they were going to split so we moved into my aunts house.
TO BE CONTINUED...i have to go do something and im tired of writing! lol

my first poem...feed back plz!

i lay here alone in the dark night

waiting to hear a heartbeat besides my own

but yet it never comes

i want to get up for there is no light

so i lay here alone

and wait for you to come home

oh it seems this night will never end

i write e-mails over and over and over again

but to you i never hit send

oh honey how i wish i had never sent you away

for now awake in bed i lay

and pray for yet another long day

first time blogger

this is the first time ive ever bloged so im not really sure how it works, im not sure if anyone will ever read what i write but it really doesnt matter if they do or not all i know is that this writing being able to voice my opinions, struggles, and beliefs. well anyways as you may know if you read my profile my name is shelby. i live in texas. and my dream is to become a writer! fiction and nonfiction.( i want to help people whatever i do! I want to make a difference in someones life! and sometimes all people need is a little understanding and support!...someone to listen!...someone who wont tell them that their wrong...that they shouldnt feel or think or act that way.) I decided i wanted to write a book when i was mmmm... i guess maybe fourteen...but then i thought well i cant do that...i dont have what it takes...i cant be an author because i dont speak the way the rest of these authors do. But then i realized something...WE DONT ALL HAVE TO BE THE SAME!...*GASP*. we should be able to be who we want to be. right? Exactly! Writing isnt all about grammer or perfect sentence structure...it's about expresing yourself. So if you want to write about your mom pissin you off ...do it! yes people may not always agree but at least your saying how you feel not just what other people want yo to say! I mean God forbid you say whats on your mind...especialy if its different!