Okay...so the last time I posted here it wasss.... *Checks date of last post* too long ago. A lot has happened since my last REAL update and I don't like posting just a simple "I did this, this happened and I wanted to do that, but I didn't...the end" type of post. So today it'll be a REAL post.
About a month ago, my life was at a standstill. Everything was on hold until we moved. I wasn't able to get a job because we may sell at any moment. I didn't want to make friends because I didn't want to have to leave them behind when we moved across the Country.
Well...things have changed and I have to say, I am loving the outcome!
First off, we are no longer moving across Canada. We've decided to stay here and look for a house locally. I was a bit upset at first because it meant my life had just taken a HUGE U-turn...but now I am really happy with how things are turning out.
The other day my mom saw a 'Help Wanted' ad at our local grocery store. They were looking for someone who could take over as a cashier and other things. Now...it's not a small store but it isn't HUGE either. I went up there that day, dropped off my resume, and BAM! Was asked back the next day for an interview.
The next day I get there and go into the managers office and start the interview. Not halfway into the interview, I was hired (and thrilled)
So I started yesterday with my training, and I LOVE my job! I went back again today for another 4 hour shift and got to work at one of the tills, and ring people through.
It was really confusing at first, but it's just one of those things you'll get better at as you learn more.
Okay, so now I have a job, and I can drive (oh yeah...did I ever mention that I have my license now?!) and...I hope to make a few friends soon. Of course friendship isn't something that just HAPPENS, but it's bound to happen sooner or later.
The next few months are going to be insane. Now that I am working, it means I'll also be going to more local events. We have this annual thing called The Teddy Bear Picnic...it's a lot of fun and I'm going to be helping with all that.
My once slow life has just become fast paced and a live again!
The horses are keeping me busy as well. Lacey is almost 2.5 years old and Mina is looking AMAZING in her new, shiny summer coat. Raiah just got over another small stomach ache but she's doing great now.
I'm jumping 3'6 with Raiah, bareback and I hope to enter my first horse show next year. Starting at 2 feet. I'll probably enter my first show with Raiah, and the next one with Mina. Then Lacey once she is about 4 or so. Depends how well her training goes.
My brother is in a relationship with my best friend (and I am SO happy for them!) and only a month ago, I was in the US with my two BF's =D
Me and my brother are planning another trip our there this fall, so more excitement to come this year!
A trip to Holland and Paris may also be in the nearer future...but it's not for sure yet. I'd love to visit Paris some day.
I am also starting to save up for a car...my first car and I can't wait!!
I will be 19 in just two short months...I'm not sure whether I am looking forward to this or not....
My bf (and brothers girlfriend) will be coming for a visit next month and I am SOO excited! I'll have a girlfriend around to go shopping with!!!
And...I think that's about it. WOW! That's a long post but a lot has happened in the past few weeks, and I am really loving the direction life is taking right now.
Okay...so I can't say when my next post will be...but I hope that my dedicated blogging friends and readers enjoyed this post and will check back for my next one =)
I am not online often anymore since life has gotten so insane, but I am also wanting to catch up on my fellow bloggers, blogs...so be looking for my comments!!! =D
Life is unpredictable
It's unexpected yet reliable
Most worry of the future
When the present is now
Fix the mistakes you live in
And look no further then tomorrow
Fears won't help you through life
Your faith and love will
So why waste your days worrying
When you can embrace it and grow
Take the lessons you learn
And use them for today
Breath in and exhale
Before you wish our life away
We only have one chance
To live just one short life
So why do we waste it
On small, pointless things
Worry and fear, regret and doubt
Shouldn't we forget these and move on
Take your life one day at a time
Don't try to make it go fast
Live in the moment
Because now...is the past.
- A.C.Willard
Alright. I have to say, it's been way too long since I was last here. But a lot has happened in the past few weeks. I'm back from my 10 day trip to the US. It was amazing and SO much fun! A trip I will never forget!
There isn't really much to update, except that I am still hard at work writing "Evolutions" and I have a huge audience building up; which is so exciting!
But, while I am working on "Evolutions" I tend to get bored. And since I don't want to get bored and end up letting the book die, I've decided to start working on a short story for fun.
It's a new idea I got randomly yesterday, and so far people are really enjoying it. It started out as a short story, but I've decided to stretch it out into a novel. Not a long one like "Evolutions" but longer then a short story.
"Perpetual Love" is a romantic thriller. I got inspiration from several different movies and books I have read, but I'm twisting it into my own thing.
I am working on it as we speak, and currently only have 2 chapters done with chapter 3, well under way. So...if anyone is interested, here is chapter one for your viewing pleasure. Please enjoy and let me know what you think =)
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I stood impatiently at the counter, waiting for my items to be rung through. The woman who was supposed to be doing this, was on the phone, yakking to a friend. I glared impatiently at her but she paid not attention and continued with her conversation. I felt like screaming. Did she not realize I was going to be late for work? I doubt she would take responsibility for me losing my job when I showed up late-for the third time this month.
"Alright Susan, I have to go," She eyed me, clearly annoyed. "yeah. I have to get back to work. I'll talk to you later. Okay bye." Hanging up, she shot me a sickeningly sweet smile as she began swiping items. "Paper or plastic?"
"Paper." I replied coldly.
She nodded and finished scanning the items before dropping them-and literally dropping them-into the bags.
"Have a nice day." There was that smile again. I wanted to stick me tongue out at her, but I figured it would be an immature thing for a twenty-six year old woman to do. I just muttered to her and hurried from the store.
I still had to get home, put the groceries away, and try to catch the bus before it was too late. Fortunately, it wasn't a long walk from the store to my apartment. I was home within a few minutes, set the bag of the counter and quickly left again.
At almost seven am, it was the busiest time of the morning. People crowded the sidewalk and cars flooded the streets. Oh the joys of living in New York City. I pulled my black, knee-length coat tightly around my waist, hugging my purse under my arm. People stared at me as I hurried past, doing my best to run in my four inch heels.
I was half a block away from the bus stop when I saw the doors on the bus slowly beginning to shut.
"Hey! Wait!" I called out, but I knew there was no way anyone would have heard me over the hectic city noise. The bus shut and locked the doors and pulled away from the curb. I came to a quick stop at the curb, where just moments ago, the bus had been parked.
"Oh lovely!" I groaned, scanning the streets for a taxi or another bus. No luck. The next bus wouldn't be around for another half an hour. I glanced at my watch. It was ten to seven. If I wasn't in my office at seven, I could kiss my job goodbye.
Dropping myself on the bench a few feet away from the bus stop, I let out a heavy sigh. At the moment, I had two choices. One; wait for the bus, be late and hope like heck my boss was in a good mood. Or walk the twenty blocks in four inch heels, end up breaking a leg and going to the ER and being delayed even longer. Leaning back against the bench, I decided to wait for the next bus.
People continued to hurry past me, ignoring my very presence. I dreaded the idea that someone would come along and claim the empty spot next to me. I wasn't much of a people person. I didn't mind them, but I hate having to share my space with anyone.
As I sat there, I looked up and down the street, people watching; something I rarely did, but found quite amusing. One couple in particular caught my eye. An elderly couple, holding hands and smiling as if it were their first date. Their love for each other was clear in their eyes, the passion revealed through their expressions. I smiled to myself as they climbed into a small car and drove off down the street
I turned around after watching then disappear into the sea of cars and almost screamed with surprise. Someone was sitting next to me. He turned to me and smiled, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth.
"Oh, I am sorry," He apologized, laughing softly-his voice almost angelic. "I didn't mean to startle you."
I couldn't speak. I wanted to, but couldn't. The words seemed stuck in my throat. Looking at him gave me the feeling that this wasn't real. I was dreaming, I had to be. There was no way someone that good looking could exist. His dark eyes flickered with kindness and his smile seemed to light up his whole face. His darker hair was well combed yet also tousled-a mix of neat and messy.
"It's okay," I finally managed to stammer. "I just wasn't expecting to see anyone." Forcing a laugh, I almost felt like shooting myself. Way to act like an idiot!
"I'm Tyler." He smiled again and my heart flipped. Extending his hand out to me, his eyes caught mine for one split second, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. They seemed to be staring into my very soul.
"Serena." I introduced, taking his hand in a less-then-firm hand shake. My heart skipped when I realized my hand fit perfectly into his.
"Nice to meet you Serena." He slowly took back his hand and turned his attention ahead.
I looked away, trying to catch my breath. Why was I acting like this? I had met hundreds of guys before. Maybe it the fact that I'd never actually fallen for a guy? Or the fact that this guy-Tyler-seemed way too good to be true.
I looked at him through the corner of my eye, shocked to see him looking at me, still smiling. There was something about that smile that had me in awestruck. Was it the way it light up his face, or because I knew it was sincere? I saw many smiles everyday, but I could always tell which were sincere, or forced. And his seemed genuinely sincere.
"So where are you headed?" He asked suddenly.
I turned to him, catching his gaze. "Work." I replied quickly. "I'm just waiting for the bus. I missed my last one because the clerk at the store was busy yakking on the phone." I clamped my mouth shut. That's it, just start babbling non stop about your dull morning to this stranger.
He chuckled. "Well it sounds like this just isn't your day, is it?"
I sighed. "It's better now." My eyes widened as I looked away from him. Did I just say that out loud?! Oh crap!
He just laughed again. "Where do you work?"
"David and Sons Book Publishers." I replied, forcing myself not to say more then that.
"Oh really? Are you a writer?"
I nodded. "Yes, in my spare time. But I work as an editor."
He looked thoughtful. "Have you been published?"
Laughing, I shook my head. "Oh lord no! I'm not good enough. I just write as a way of expressing myself. It helps take my mind off of life too."
"That's the exact reason I write." He smiled at me.
"You're a writer?" I didn't mean to sound so shocked.
"Yes. I have only even been published once though. Definitely not New York Times material though." Chuckling, he looked at his watch then down the street. "Right on time."
I was confused but looked up anyways. There was the large bus rolling down the street towards us. I hated the sight. Why couldn't it have been late like it usually is?
"Well it was nice talking to you Serena." Tyler stood up, his eyes cast down on me.
I slowly rose. "Yes. it was nice meeting you."
He suddenly handed me a card. "I work with a publishing company as well. You should give us a call and I'd be more then happy to take a look at one of your manuscripts." And with that, he smiled and turned down the street.
I held the card in my hand as I climbed aboard the bus-not even stopping to wonder why he had just spent fifteen minutes sitting at the bus stop, and not even getting on.
I handed the bus driver my money and moved to the back, my eyes locked on the card. Tyler Stone Publishing!
The Tyler Stone?! The Tyler stone that owned one of the biggest publishing companies in the country. I couldn't believe it. How did I not recognize him? He was only on every single magazine cover at my office.
Looking up, I began flipping the card over in my hand. What was he doing talking to me? Then I saw it, on the other side of the card. It was a phone number. And not just any number. It was his cell number.
Note: this is a short story I wrote when I was 12. Of course there are some (if not many) flaws. So don't expect it to be perfect and polished. I'll get to that when I have some spare time =)~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Rebecca, come here please." The young woman called gently to her daughter. The little girl ran to her mother, her arms stretched out, wrapping them around her mothers waist.
She looked up, her big brown eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes?"
The woman sat down in her rocking chair, pulling her daughter into her lap. "I have a story for you."
The girls eyes grew. "Please tell me mother! I love stories!"
"I shall," she paused. "if you promise me something."
The girl nodded her head quickly.
"Promise me, that you will tell this story to your daughter." The mother touched her finger to the girls nose, bringing their faces slowly together.
"I promise." The girl made an X across her heart.
The mother nodded, leaning back as she began to rock slowly. The girl rest her head on her mothers shoulder, waiting for the story to begin.
Many years ago, a young girl lived with her parents on a large farm. They were slaves. Slaves to men who worked them from dawn till dusk. They never saw their master, but they knew he was a very unkind man.
Every day was the same. Rise before the sun, eat a small breakfast of dry bread, then hurry out to the fields. The little girl, we shall call her Samantha, worked as hard as many of the grown men. But on this day in particular, she worked harder then ever before.
“Girl! Over there!” A man ambled up to me, his fist tightening around his long leather whip, his teeth clenching together.
“Yes sir.” I nodded obediently and moved to the area he had been pointing to--a small cotton patch a few feet away.
“Hurry girl or you will feel this whip across your back.” He shoved the whip handle in my face and I quickened my pace as I passed.
I kneeled down next to the cotton stalk and began plucking the light, soft patches, dropping them into my basket as I went.
One woman, a few rows away from me, suddenly stood up.
“I must check on my baby!” she screamed as a man grabbed her by the arm.
“You won’t be doing anything.” He shoved her violently to the ground.
“But my baby! She is sick! I must check on her!” She screamed again, tears breaking through and pouring down her dirty cheeks.
“Silence!” The man ordered, raising his whip above his head. The woman raised her arms above her head, trying to protect herself. I quickly looked away, unable to watch what came next.
The crack of the whip rang through the air like thunder. A scream ringing through the tree’s as the leather was brought down on the woman’s back, slicing through the flesh, producing a flood of bright red blood. The woman fell to the ground, shaking as she began to sob uncontrollably.
“Now shut up and get to work or you’ll never see your child again!” The man shoved her into the dirt and stormed away.
I fought the tears that tried to push through. I had seen this happen many times, but each time it was just as painful.
Each day was like this. Screams rang through the air, whips cracking almost non stop. Women screamed, men flinched as they struggled to stay strong. Children threw fits as they were dragged from their parents, screaming and crying as they were slapped and shoved to the ground. It was a harsh life, but it was one with no escape.
During late afternoon, I was working next to my father. He was a strong man, never whipped once and my life. My mother had died giving birth to my younger brother--who is also gone--so my father was all I had left in life.
I grabbed a clump of cotton in my fist and yanked it from the plant, shoving it into my bag.
“Samantha dear,” he took my small hands in his large, rough hands. “you are being to rough, you will destroy the cotton before it can ever be used. Here, watch me.”
I watched closely as he took the cotton between his two finger and gave a gentle tug. The cotton popped off in one piece and was set gently in a bag.
“I’m sorry father,” I lowered my head. “I am just so tired today.”
He nodded. “I know, but we cannot stop or the consequences will be very hard.”
“I know.” I didn’t know. I had seen many occasions where people had been beaten, but not once had I ever been whipped. Fortunate as I was, I wondered how long I could go like that.
As the sun began to set, I could see the weariness growing in my fathers eyes.
“You!” A man hollered from the darkness. “work faster.”
I looked around, searching for the poor soul who would soon be met with a whip, but could not find them.
“Slave!” His voice boomed again. “I am speaking to you!”
Then it hit me, and an icy chill ran through my body. He was talking to my father. I shot a panicked look at him as he rose to his feet.
“Yes sir, I am going as fast as I can.” His voice was strong and brave.
I began to shake with fear as a large man emerged from the darkness.
“Then get to work!” He ordered.
“I am sire, there is no need to shout.” My father slowly began to sink to his knee’s.
The large man scowled, his eyes widening with hatred as he glared at my father. Suddenly, he raised the whip into the air, aiming for his mark.
“Father!” I screamed.
He looked around just as the whip was brought down. It cracked across his spine as he collapsed to the ground. Again, it was raised and brought down, each crack louder and harder then the last. My face was soon drenched in tears, my hands shaking as I reached out to my father.
“Samantha, no.” He turned his head to me, his eyes pleading with me to go.
“I can’t leave you father.” I cried even harder.
“Go, before you are in trouble too!”
The whip was brought down again as I slowly rose and turned, running away. I was half way across the field when I heard my father scream for the very first time.
I hid in my bed for the rest of the night, trembling and shaking, waiting for father to return to tuck me in, but he never did. Searching for him the next morning, I still did not find him. That was the last time I had seen my father, laying on the ground, covered in blood and being beaten to death.
Each day I now promised to work harder then ever before, to make my father proud. But one day came, and I had to break that promise. A new wagon was coming towards the farm from the distance. A white man and woman rode in the front, speaking kind words to a child who sat between them. I was shocked to see the child. He was the same color I was, and he was being treated kindly by a white man. This was a sight I had never seen.
“Guard!” The young man jumped from the wagon, handing the reins to the woman--who must have been his wife. “I am here to speak to Mr. Samuels.”
The guard nodded. “I shall tell him of your arrival.”
I knew the man must have been important, otherwise the guard would not treat him with such great respect.
I sat quietly, watching as the woman played with the boy. He laughed when she scooped him up, hugging him closely. Tears were brought to my eyes as I pictured how life may have been if my father, mother and brother were still alive. Maybe we could have lived a life like that. Full of love and laughter.
A few moments later, a tall man came walking towards the wagon. I knew it was our master, because he looked just how I always imagined him. Tall with light hair and skin as white as snow. Eyes full of hate, but masked with kindness when around other white men. As he approached, the woman in the wagon whispered something to the young boy, who quickly ducked into the back, almost as if he were hiding.
“Mr. Jamison! How wonderful to see you and your wife again!” he shot a smile towards the woman then back to the man. “Now how can I be of service to you on this fine day?”
“I am here for a girl,” Mr. Jamison replied, his eyes suddenly scanning the field. Ducking my head down, I continued working, the w hole time my ears tuned to the conversation.
“A girl you say?” Mr. Samuels looked towards me, then bounced to another young girl close by. “we have several of those who are very strong workers. Would you like to view them?
The man just nodded as the woman in the cart frowned. She was displeased with something.
“Guard!” Mr. Samuels yelled. “bring my five of our strongest girls!”
“Yes sir.” The guard nodded and started walking towards me. Before I knew what was happening, he was grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the wagon.
“This ones a very tough lil’beast. Though watch her tongue, cause she’ll snap when ya least ‘xpect.”
“Please gather the others.” Mr. Samuels shot Mr. Jamison a fake smile that made my stomach churn.
It wasn’t long before I was standing between four other girls. Each of them wearing torn and tattered clothing. One girl had dried blood across her arms, her face hard with years of work.
“Take your pick.” Then Mr. Samuels stepped back, allowing Mr. Jamison to evaluate us. I began to feel like a horse up for sale. Evaluated by it’s possible owner. The man smiled kindly as he walked past.
It was a few moments before he stopped and stepped back. “I’ve made my decision.”
“And which one shall it be?” Mr. Samuels scowled as he glanced at us.
“This one.”
My knee’s felt week when I realized he was pointing to me. “Me sir?” I asked softly.
“Shut up girl!” Mr. Samuels shouted.
I lowered my head in shame, my mouth tightened shut.
“Yes, her. She looks like she would work out just fine.” Mr. Jamison smiled softly.
“Very well. Girls, you may return to your work stations.”
I started to turn.
“Not you!” He snapped, grabbing my arm. “Stay put girl!”
I watched silently as money was exchanged between the two men, then two ropes were fastened to my wrists.
“Tie her to the back of the wagon. She can use to exercise.” Mr. Samuels smirked.
A guard grabbed the end of the rope, dragging me to the back of the wagon. The rough rope cut into my skin. I flinched from the pain, struggling to keep myself from crying.
“Good doing business with you Mr. Jamison! I look foreword to our next meeting!” Then he turned and walked away. I stood silently as Mr. Jamison loaded back into the wagon then gave a light tap to get the horses moving.
We traveled for only a short time. When we were out of sight of the large farm, the wagon stopped. Mr. Jamison jumped quickly from the front of the wagon and hurried towards me.
“What is your name child?” He asked softly as he began to remove the rope from my wrists.
“Samantha sir.” I replied.
“No need to call me sir, I am no master of yours.” He smiled. “Now get in the back. No sense having you walk the whole way, you’ll only tire yourself out.”
I stood there for a moment, unsure of what was being said. Was he being kind?
“Don’t worry, we won’t harm you.” He smiled again and held out his hand.
Cautiously, I set my hand in his and his grip tightened. I almost pulled back, then realized I was being lifted into the back of the wagon.
“Sleep child, you look exhausted.” Then he disappeared.
Leaning back into a thick blanket that sat in the wagon, I shut my eyes and drifted to sleep.
When I awoke, the wagon was stopped and a young boy was sitting next to me, his eyes staring at me and a large smile on his face.
“She’s awake Ma!” He exclaimed excitedly.
“Timothy, please don’t shout. You’ll frighten the poor girl!” The woman walked around to the back of the wagon. “Hello Samantha.” she smiled. “Did you have a good sleep?”
I just nodded.
“Take my hand, I’ll help you into the house.” She held out her hand to me and I took it. Slowly, I climbed from the wagon, stumbling when my feet were on solid ground.
“Easy,” she laughed. “we don’t need you hurting yourself on your first day here.”
I steadied myself then followed her up to the house, followed by Timothy.
When we got inside, I was stunned with the house. It was beautiful with doors everywhere. A few girls ran out of rooms to greet Mrs. Jamison. They all wore beautiful, handmade dresses. Their skin was clean and their hair brushed.
“Celia and Rachel. Please welcome Samantha into the family.”
“Hello.” They both greeted in perfect unison.
“Hi.” I stammered, looking down.
“Now Samantha, we need to get you cleaned up and out of those dirty clothes. Follow me.” Mrs. Jamison started walking down a long hall, and I followed right behind.
The entire day was spent cleaning myself and getting dressed. I was given a dress so elegant, I was sure I would faint from the shock of wearing it.
When we ate, there was so much food, I was completely stuffed when dinner was finished.
We were tucked to bed in soft blankets. The room was large and several girls slept in it with me. They talked softly for a short while after the lights were turned out, but I fell asleep almost right away.
It didn’t take long to learn that I was no longer a slave. Mr. and Mrs. Jamison told me many times I was now free. I could leave if I pleased, but they sincerely hoped I would stay. And I did.
I lived the rest of my young life with the Jamison’s. I attended school with the other children and loved my new freedom. Though the scars of my past were still painful, living out of slavery made it easier. I only wished my family could have experienced it with me.
The story ended and the Mother looked down at her daughter, her eyes welling with tears.
“Mama, why are you crying?” Rebecca looked up at her mother, her eyes wide with shock at her mothers tears.
“There is something else I should tell you, child.” She started.
“What is it?” The girl wrapped her arms around her mother.
“That girl, was me.” Samantha wrapped her arms around her daughter and buried her face in her hair, rocking as she cry softly in her daughters tight embrace.
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) I will be leaving for vacation on Friday to go to my best friends wedding. It should be very exciting! My first trip to the US! 
I am sure it's due to the sand we have just put in...but I am getting tired of seeing her sick so often. Fortunately, it's never serious and she recovers within a few days, but it's still sad to watch.
Oh my...well I'll start with updates...as usual.
P.S for anyone who speaks horse, she is 14.1 hands 660 lb's) and that is BIIGG!
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