Ice cream spoon

Never ever I repeat NEVER come between a girl and her ice cream. If you do…. I hope you live. I was in Chinese class and that teacher brought in ice cream as celebration for spring break. She had vanilla chocolate and cookkie dough …. Bingo! I had announced to the whole class that I wanted some of the cookie  dough. There’s only 12 people in the class and they all said ok. I waited for everyone else to get their ice cream since I figured they would leave me some.  It’s finally  my turn and iget up there when this guy Jared gets in front of me. He had already had 5 huge scoops of ice cream. I was about to ask him to wait for me to get 1sts when he sticks his used spoon ….. Into the .. Cookie dough ice cream!!! I was so mad I snapped at him. There wasn’t even alot left. I yelled at him…. Until I started crying… Teenage girls are very emotional creatures. Especially after watching Romeo and Juliet last period. What can I say I really wanted that ice cream. And on top of it all because of my quick mood swing he had the audacity to make a period joke in front of me. Let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty site. He got 3 lunch detentions because the principal was in the room at the time he made the joke.( what can I say. I’m one of his favorite students )  and I got off free.👍 I’m still mad about the ice cream though. At least there was some chocolate left …

Remember: never ever I repeat NEVER come between a girl and her ice cream…..

Sincerely, Rosie

Dear future Me,

Dear me
  I hope you are happy.  IHope you have finally started and finished that book I always wanted to write. I hope you got that scholarship you wanted. I hope you became a teacher and I hope you volunteer at an animal shelter. I hope a lot of things but what I Hope the most is that you are a good person.

I Hope ….

Sincerely, Rosie

Chapter 2 Rosie’s Side

When I was in elementary school my mom got offered a job interpreting at a church called Central College Presbyterian Church or CCPC. She accepted. She told me I would have to go with her and to be honest I didn’t really mind… At first . it was this huge complex with multiple buildings. While I was there I net a girl Named Gracie and a guy named Max. I met Gracie one day after church I was sitting on a swing feeling sorry for myself. When she comes up behind me and pushes me off the swing. She said get up,  …. I wanna play.I being the selfish brat I was glared at her and said to bad.
“To bad so sad I wanna play ”
We became friends untill 2 months later she moved away. I won’t tell you how I met Max it’s to embarrassing…. It involves getting cake smashed up our noses and wrapped like a mummy….
Anyway my sister had the BIGGEST crush on him. It was hilarious to watch. Max was the complete opposite of me he was nice and caring. He would always accept people. He was also a high schooler. He was the nicest person ever…. Until he got his heart broken… By The head cheerleader. She cheated on him with his non-Christian brother. He started getting more closed off and I became more open. He got meaner I got nicer. He went away to college… And I stayed stuck at CCPC. Another month went by and mom quite her job and we came back to New Life. Abby knew I was coming back. And to be honest I was quite nervous to how she would react,  after all I had bullied her as a child. To my suprise she was excited to see me. We apologized and were laughing and talking when this weird and completely crazy guy runs up and says hi to me  before hugging Abby…. His name…. Was Caleb…

* We are considering having Caleb write a post with us comment and let us know if you think Its a good idea also let us know if there’s anything you want us to post about…*

Sincerely, Rosie

Quotes

I have a strange addiction to inspirational quotes. I have a total of 114 of them on my phone.

I guess if you met me this wouldn’t really be surprising. Considering I love Drama and Romantic stuff.

The thing that makes them so addicting to me is the fact that someone else said it and somehow knows what your feeling cause they’ve been through it

Sincerely, Rosie

Movie fanatic at heart

I am a complete fool. Especially when it comes to romance movies. I adore sappy romantic movies. Or sad movies. Most people try to avoid movies that have emotion…. I try to watch them all. I can’t help it when I hear that the person dies I think I have to see that. This makes movie nights kinda hard. Especially because Abby hates sappy movies she likes action movies. The movie Hachi loved it … The fault in our stars to me it actually wasn’t that good but I love the idea of the character Augustus Waters of trying to love someone without hurting them…. Paper towns LOVED it… I am not however a big fan of Marley and me…. I especially love Christmas movies. I would marry movies if I could. Sadly you can’t… Yet … Just kidding..

Sincerely, Rosie

Chapter 1 Rosie’s version

Click here for part one     Rosie and Abby. Chapter one:How it began part 1

It had Larry the cucumber on it with a pirate ship in the background. Larry was in a pirate costume. It was a poster from the  movie Jonah from veggie tales. On the back in big chicken scratch writing was the words WALLACES OUT!!!!  I was not a very good speller considering I was in 1st grade so it probably looked more like WAWISES OWT!!!  I was a very picky child…
Everything had to be my way.( what can i say at the time I was the youngest. This is what happens when you spoil your children.) One time we decided to play hide’n’seek and Abby hid in the closet under the stairs. I being the rotten child I was locked her in there. We had a small apartment at the time with very thin walls. Even so it was still a good half hour before anyone found her. After she tattled and I got in trouble (my punishment was sweeping the kitchen floor) we played tag. I wanted revenge so I chased her with a stick … She ran of course …back to the closet. Where I once again locked her in. After being let out again. I was forced to mop the kitchen floor while Abby watched TV and ate some of my favorite ice cream. I never locked her in the closet again.

Sincerely, Rosie

Why I Dance…

I’ve never had the best relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was a baby and I guess I kinda blamed her for him leaving. But the thing is my mom doesn’t know jack about me. Whenever I have problems she hands me my phone and says talk to Abby, when your done here’s your chore list. My sister calls me mom half the time. My brother can’t wait tho get out of this living hell. My mother blames it on me. I know all of her speeches I’ve heard them so many times. Her favorite speech to five me is Rosie your a disappointment. Whenever we fight I listen to sia elastic heart. I tell myself I lose if she sees me cry so I run. My getaway is probably my dancing. I know I’m not the best dancer not even close. But when I dance I feel free I feel it’s okay to cry and to laugh . that I can let it out instead of storing it inside. My freinds call me outgoing. People who don’t know me call me shy. But when I Dance, I am neither and both, I am flying with both feet on the ground.  When I dance I can forget my dad leaving and my brother counting the days till he leaves. I can forget my sister coming in the kitchen and accidentally calling me mom, again, I can forget that I didn’t do well on my science test. I can forget  the sharp aching pain in my chest of suppressed feelings. sometimes I wonder if I’m capable of emotion because I feel so robotic going through the motions every day… Again and again. Never allowing myself to cry. I have gotten used to the feeling of numb. Except when I dance. When I dance it’s okay to cry and laugh and just breathe without … This is why I Dance. This is what Dancing means to me.

Sincerely, Rosie

Everything I tried

My entire life had been about experimenting. I always try new things. A new hobby, a new trick, a new attitude. I failed basically every time.

I tried painting once, all of my pictures were abstract pieces of four-year-old art. So yeah as much as I loved it, I sucked at it. I tried crochet, knitting, looming, sewing (I’m okay at sewing), I even tried that thing where you make like a pillow top or whatever. I have like twenty unfinished projects and one ugly, fat, baby blanket like scarf. So yet again epic fail. I tried Tennis once, I also sucked at that. I tried pottery, I wasn’t awful but…no I was awful.

I’ve tried writing books before and everytime I get to the fifth chapter I lose interest. So I have tried a lot of stuff! Here is what I’ve stuck with even when I’ve failed. Dance, piano, writing (obviously), horses, sign language. Oh that reminds me. I have tried learning like every language ever invented and sucked at every single one.

I tried; Spanish, French, Hebrew, Japanese, Italian, Elvish, sign-language (like four times), and probably like three others that I can’t remember.

So basically I get bored with things really quick and quit. But lately there have been things I have stuck to. And I don’t mean the Doctor Who fandom (Well yeah that too) but like I found things I really love doing that I never want to quit. So…yeah. Not sure how to end this so…The End (Emotional music into fade out)

_Thanks for reading!_

-Abby.

Blank… Or not …..

Here is what I think of life.

I think life is like a piece of  paper. Paper comes in different shapes and sizes and colors. You can bend and crease it. You can add colors to brighten it up and you can add colors to make things darker. Just like life.
People come in different shapes and sizes and colors. Our experiences define and bend who we are. Our emotions are our colors. And some times we lose pieces of ourselves. We all came from something bigger than us. Like paper comes from a tree we come from our parents. Paper has patterns and so do we. When paper is molded and shaped it comes together to make something amazing. Just like when people get together amazing things happen as well sure. we have flaws but so does paper. Paper has rips and is torn bit that doesn’t mean it isn’t still beautiful . like if you rip paper a certain way it looks like a heart.
Paper can be beautiful, broken and deadly. It can do damage and it can help prevent damage. Just like life…
So…. Yea …. Life is like a piece of paper.

Sincerely, Rosie