HEY DR. NEVES

So I currently play fourth chair Viola in the Canyon View Dork...I mean Orchestra. I use to sit first chair in Granite Youth Senior Symphony, and I worked my tail off to keep that seat. I practiced so hard, to keep the seniors, juniors, and sophomores out of my seat. Thanks to Dr. Neves I impressed these symphony directors.

Now I sit FOURTH chair.....not too bad you think. Well you're WRONG. Because I'm a viola and there are only FOUR violas. I DO NOT LIKE MY NEW TEACHER!! Dr. Neves I MISS YOU!!!!

Story Numeral Uno; Dove mi Trovo?

She walked down the halls her footsteps echoing, every moment without change. In time with their breathing. She could hear him. He was close.

He made no noise as he followed, watched. The girl walked slowly. As if to anticipated the attack. He never wanted it this way. She made it so hard for him to explain. He moved faster, catching up. He leveled himself with her ear. His feet almost but not quite touching the floor.

“He’s not what you think. He will hurt you.” He whispered, “Jack is just using you. He doesn’t care about you. He never has.”

“Lalala,” she yelled with her fingers in her ears, she had stopped walking by now, and just her voice echoed eerily, “I don’t want to hear you David.” Her sight blurred. “He wants me, I know he does!” she screams raging against David’s comments.

“You’re being ridiculous, believe me please just believe me. If he wants you, why do you have to tell yourself he does?” David pleads, his arms open as if he wanted to hug her, but he can’t.

“I can’t hear you!” She continues on with her elbows in the air plugging her ears as she hummed quietly to herself, a song no one else knew.

“Please, I’m just trying to protect you.” David stops ahead of her, her echoing footsteps determined, he threw his arms out to stop her.

She walked right through the ghost boy.

“Please don’t do this, David. You’re hurting me.” Tears burned her eyelids, attempting to escape. “I’m going to cry, and I can’t right now I’m going to see Jack. I don’t want my eyeliner to run.”

“You’ll see I’m right. I am always right.” David whispers, the words encircling the two softly.

“What’s that David? Oh look there’s Jack waiting for me.” She smiles softly at David, than she faces Jack who was standing by the door waiting, waiting. She looks down at her watch, “Oh, David, I’m late he’s going to be mad.” Her tone worried. She finished walking to the end of the school hall way.

As she opens the door for the boy in a dark band t-shirt, skinny jeans, and skater shoes, David calls softly, “He lies.” But she didn’t hear it as she kissed Jack.

They broke apart, “you’re late.” Jack commented.

“I’m so sorry,” she offered her apology softly; “a friend caught me in the hall and wanted to talk.”

“Who was it?” he demanded.

“It doesn’t matter, you don’t know him.” She shook her head, “I’m sorry.” She repeats.

“You don’t trust me enough to tell me who you were with? Or are you cheating on me?” His voice grew angry.

“No! I would never! I trust you, it just doesn’t matter.” She smiled and leaned into kiss him again. “Pen is waiting for me, so’s Ezimay, I would ask you to walk with us but you don’t like them.”

She turned to walk away. Jack caught her arm and jerked her around to face him. He kept his grip on her arm.

“Ow, Jack let go, that hurts.” Her words sharp, David stood behind her, this would be a time he hated not being to touch her, “Jack?” her eyes showed her concern

“You can’t just make me wait for you after school to see you for, like, thirty seconds than just leave me for your friends.” He complained loudly enough for the bird in the pine trees to flutter away, but not loud enough to draw attention to the two, behind the school, “You’re a bad girlfriend.” He pushed her away.

She rubbed her arm where his hand had been. Her eyes widened. "I'm trying to be better I am," her voice was on the edge of breaking, her eyes filled with tears again.

"But you're not trying hard enough. You're not good enough." He hit her across the right side of her face. She fell to the ground crying. "I wouldn't have to do that if you weren't such a screw up."

She started to cry harder. Devin left her there sitting in the puddle he pushed her into. She picked herself up and brushed the leaves from her jacket, tears still pouring. She went back into the school, dabbing at her eyes

She made it to the bathroom and started to calm down so her friends wouldn't know. She cleared off her smeared make up and reapplied her black and red eyeliner. David stood behind her, still. She acted as if she couldn't see him. She pulled out her cover up and turned her head to face red mark forming on her temple, cheek bone, and jaw. She softly covered the soon to be bruise. Wincing with every touch, David watching, twitching as well.
She left the bathroom and went back outside, her pants and shirt wet from the puddle. She could just say she fell. Everyone would believe her. She was always falling down, breaking things. It would work.
She faked a painful smile as she joined her group of friends. She just waited for the conversations to end so her friends would walk home with them and forget about Devin for a little while.
Her friends finally decided to go home. She smiled softly, it hurt her to smile so she winced inwardly. Pen and Ezimay made her stop. They looked at her closely. They notice the poorly covered purple marks on her face. They look at each other and they know before they ask.

"Natasha, what happened to your cheek?"

XRAY!

Oh and I totally FORGOT!!! Nah I wish i could forget. My mouth hurts SO BAD.


My Wisdom teeth are in. Sideways. pushing my other teeth FORWARD.


one word OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I'm one not happy camper.

I'm getting surgery sometime soon. Whoo for being able to sleep through it!!

And it seems the only time I'm going to be able to do this is the day before Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!

I'm going to live off mashed potatoes for as long as my jaw hurts.

That's a WARNING for you Mommy.


Well I'm gunna finish my story

Surgeries and stitches

Love
Later


Shellise Ann

Tuesday Disasters

It's snowing. And. My. Costume. Was. Just. Delivered. To. My. House.

And I won't be home til 5. I'm going to dance!!!!!!!!!!!! ACK!! Maybe Lori will take us early so we can swing past the house.

So today I didn't straighten my hair and I look like Cody styled my hair this morning. BUT HE DIDN'T...My pillow did.

My dorkestra concert is going to SUCK. I am NOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT excited.

AND IT'S SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm IMing with a girl across the room from me. It's our Comp Tech ritual.

So I'll finish up my ghost stories and stick 'em here soon. Possibly today.

I get to draw on my face tonight with my eyeliner for the concert. I'm going as Sally

I also had this exact conversation with FOUR people Friday...

"What you being for Halloween?"
"Sally," me
"Who?"
"Jack and Sally?" I was dumbfounded
"Who?"
"NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS?"
"Oh!"

*Laughter*



It was NOT FUNNY.

anyways
'nother test to take
Strange hair and snow

Love
Later

Shellise Ann

What am I suppose to do for the next half hour of class?????

I finished my test about a half hour ago and started writing ghost stories.

I AM SOOOOO BORED.

I am also in English [=. I have a freaking awesome teacher but..........I have nothing to do right now because i forgot my book at home, I can't exactly just burst into break dancing in the middle of Finals, and my stories are even giving ME the heeebeeejeebees [=.

I get out of here at 10:5-somethingoranother. But I'm hungry now!!!!!!!! I'm gunna spend my lunch eating while my friends play video games. Thank goodness that my friends can drive. LEAGALLY without an adult. [=

MAYBEBBBBBBBB I'll post my ghost stories more around All Hallows Eve. They're pretty scary. Not like monsters under your bed but more like chills you to the vertebrae kind of scary [= I love it.

20 more minutes to go! uuuuurrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.


Ghosts and Goblins!
Love
Later

Shellise Ann

Sweet Dreams or a Beautiful Nightmare?

I am learning how to stall.

Not for time [= I'm already good at that!

No, how to stall on my head/arms. I can do one but it's really lame. So today after fourth period....which I'm in now [=.....Kaitlyn and I are going to practice. Maybe. [=.

I am going to fall on my face but I need to learn it by next Tuesday!!! And the Recital is in November and I just barely got back to dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! Help! Just kidding! Kaitlyn's helping me [=.

We're dancing to Sweet Dreams by Beyonce.

It's pretty freaking cool.

Not as cool as Scot of course but Alexa is pretty chill.



I went puddle jumping yesterday! It was so much fun! But I got teased by Mr. Hartly today in Algebra 2 for it......BUT OH WELL! He can't rain on my fun [= cause my fun IS rain! I'll post the pictures later when I have signal [=.


WELL gotta go
I have an assignment

Seagulls and seashells

Shellise

Tizzy, Prongs, and Padfoot's competition

So one of my all time best friends ever...is. an. idiot. She fell down today in P.E. pure genius if you ask me, but no one did I know I'll shut up. Anyways some of you know Aishah, and I'm sorry...Just kidding!!! Kinda...I love her!

So I'm still home sick and so is another one of my favoritest people in the world! So Taylor and I have been talking all day cause there's no one else cause we're both stuck at home sick!!!!! We're not happy campers. AND to top it off...we are the center of everyones teasing!!!!! Here's a sample---

Allison Mackay Lloyd
Are you and Taylor having a contest to see who gets hurt the most? I don't know who is winning this contest. You both need to be wrapped in bubble wrap!

Taylor Trujillo
I'm totally winning!!!

Kylie Maglish
lets just remove and burn all of the doors in the world. im sure shelli would enjoy that ;)

Allison Mackay Lloyd
Kylie, they'd both still find something else to run into or trip over or fall down :S (Sorry Taylor and Shellise, but it's true!) I still luv u guys! (Amanda is laughing cause I was saying that I luv u guys)

Kylie Maglish
hmm..... maybe if we wrap them in bubble wrap, put them inside a giant babble, and then bubble wrap the bubble, then we'd only have to worry 65% of the time instead of 90%. but they'd probably figure out a way to get hurt really bad anyways...

Allison Mackay Lloyd
Probably! Amanda said they'd suffocate inside the bubble. Make sure you devise a breathing mechanism.

Claire Spencer Alldredge
Yeh, I haven't seen anyone like Shellise that is so accident prone, especially when it comes to feet. jk Shellise, I love you even if you get hurt. lol.

Sigh I guess we're all getting to use to it anyways.................

Love~

Padfoot~!!