iam so bored!i WOULD BE AT TROY PLAYING IN AN AWSOME BAND BUT MY BAND DIRECTOR WAS TOO LAZY TO EVEN GET ME A RIDE, AND I CANT EVEN GO TO SOLO CAUSE HE CANCLED IT...OWELL THEN. ATLEAST IAM STILL WITH MY BOYFRIEND...SMILE, BE HAPPY.

You're Elemant is Wind. You're light-hearted,
care-free, kind, sensative, and mysterious.
You have friends and most absolutely love
you. You can be calm and soothing one minute
and ragging in anger the next so no one wants
to get on your bad side. You are usually very
calm though so even in desperate situations,
you seem to be the most sane person present.
You think things through and consider the
futur rather than the present. You're beauty
is inspiring and magical. (please forgive me
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You're an Autum. You're much more laid back then
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situations. You rather let things go with the
flow than try to change them. You have a lot
of close friends who love you because you can
help them with their problems. You're a very
patient person and it take a lot to get you
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OMG. I made it to troy. if u dont know what means its a university that holds an honors band for the surrounding states high schools. you have to audition then the pick you to come play with the honors band. AND IAM GOING!!!!!!IAM GOING TO TROY! no longer stuck in this horible band of mine for a whole week!!!!!oops. well its not all that bad. Iam going to alabama!!!!!!!GO ME. Iam excited. i cant wait personaly. I get to meet other trombonist and meet my kind of people. what a dream come true. BUT.....I have to memerize all my scales.....owell.

Hey everyone. its been forever huh? Well marching season is over. and me and my BF are going on 8 months. iam so sad though. iam growing up to fast. ill be 16 soon and i havent done evrything i wanted to do yet. i remember playing in the mud and having mud fights with friends and climbing trees. owell.g2g. life to busy. 

hullo. Well you read right. rookie camp. rookie camp for what? band. and iam brass captain!I wanted it so bad but now i got to teach new students how to march and BEHAVE. Of course my year had no trouble being angels...GO CLASS OF 08!!!WOOT WOOT!!!!...what?anyway iam looking for a great time tomarow. its just going to be way cool. my boy friend calls me a band nerd...but i can proudly say that i am. you can kiss my butt. but he is also a gamer nerd...and a ma...mag...MaaaaagIc nerd. phew that was hard to say(note:that card game thining)he is gunna kill me for insulting it, but ive already sighned up to pla...::caugh: llllaaa...plAy it. owell. cant be to bad...anywho. tomarow will be fun. i get to see him and hang out with him. oyea. he is bass drum captain. iam so proudwell. i gotta go.bye!

Time period: 1920

The mafia.

Possible romance

Main characters:

Megan (ritzy up town girl)

Gabriel (works at the towns bakery)

“ Gabe, hurry on up and unload the new shipment. Iam not paying you to lolly gag around so hurry up.” A plump little man yelled down to the cellar while rubbing down the tables in the bakery, business was slow since he only just opened and hour ago. The mans features were very ironic, he had green soft eyes, red rosy cheeks and rosy lips; but he didn’t even act like the jolly man the children know. The kids would sometimes come and point at the Santa look alike and giggle with joy. But when this man was on the clock he was very hard to please. A boy trudged up the creaking old wood stairs of the bakery and gave a big sigh before he went out into the cool autumn air to unload pounds of flour and sugar and sometimes butter cream candies and random hard candies for the walk by customers. This boy seemed to be around age 11 with red coarse hair and red freckles played around his nose and cheeks. His eyes were this brilliant shade of blue near the cornea of his eyes and green gently but subtly blended into the blue. He was also wearing a brown worn over alls and a white dirty shirt. His arms were strong from years of hard labor but still very pail. His father had always kept him working from a very young age. He never sees his dad anymore, he was sent to prison one night late summer 2 years ago. His mother refused to tell him what his fathers crime was; she seemed very distraught, she had never been the same since. All she would say is how brave he was. He learned never to ask to many questions and to also never give answers to anyone. You let something slip in this hard shell of a town called buffalo your neck might be slit that nite and could be laying in a puddle of your own blood. New York was definatly not a safe place even in the most ritziest of places. Immigrants came in and got shipped out from Coney island every other day. His family was successful in becoming US citizens. They came over when his mother was still pregnant with him. For 11 years they had been living in a shack on the edge of town. It had one bed room big enough for a normal sized mattress. Sheets and home made blankets scattered on the floor along with dirty brown pillows and worn filthy clothing. There was also a small kitchen. Cracks went up the semi flower wall papered walls and mold was to be found behind the fridge and the annoying thud of water hitting the bottom of the sink every nite. Ever since his father was sent to prison his mother let the kitchen go and stopped washing dishes to where the sink was over flowing with them and the counters had developed mountains of cups and plates. We also had a tiny living room consisting of a fireplace and a record player in the corner next to the maroon tattered chair his father use to sit in when he wasn’t at his important job meetings. My place was in front of the fire place. His mother would lay down a couple of blankets and a small pillow so the hard freezing wood floor would not bother him as much but the kettling fire would give him enough warmth so he could fall asleep. In the morning he would be covered in soot already. It would look like he had come back form the mines that nite. The person who looks out for me now is Mr. Mc Clain who runs the Bakery. He offered a job at the bakery to me 3 years ago one after noon when he seen me working at my old job at the docks on the east side of town. He said it was to dangerous for a boy my age. So ever since he had been working under his wing.

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Great, he is calling me up already. I guess the supply holder finally got here on time. I listed down the last couple of items on the inventory list to see what we had left after a busy week in the shop. Our bakery was the best around, we were famous for our fresh bread and our jelly filled pastries. You could smell the bakeries aroma fly out of the chimney and imagine it almost looking as if it fluttered out of here like a butterfly leading unsuspecting victims back to our humble shop. I had to drag my feet up the stairs I was so tiered from last nite. The 3 cats were fighting in the ally once again. It was just one of the many things that kept me up every nite. I quietly got up not to disturb my mother and tip toed to the door. I was reaching for the rusted handle but it sounds like someone else got the obnoxious cats before I could get to them . I heard a loud crack let out once then again . The nite went silent except for the chanting of a drop of water hitting a pot in the sink. Those were the usual nites at the end of my town. So I trudge up the old rickety wooden stairs and headed to the back door. I gently open the door as not to make any sound on my way out. The supply truck was a couple yards away, of course, what else could make my day better. I untied my black tattered apron and set it on a hook out right next to the door. I jumped down from the highest step and bent down to find a suitable rock to keep the door open so I could trudge loads of sugar up the back stairs and down the cellar stairs. Whoa, I slowly raised myself and pressed my body flat against the wall. I heard two bodies scuttle and knock over our trash cans. I kept deadly still if not I would be dead. In New York you never wanted to be caught in a brawl. “Ok bub, where is my money you promised me? Huh?” I tightened my fist some more to keep myself calm and quiet. “You thought you could run didn’t Ya, you’ve been running all nite; I can tell you have. Thought you could get away with Al Capone’s men around every corner?” I heard a click and a man whimper under this other mans power. “Now where is the money?” I heard the other man mumble a couple of words then 4 loud bangs from a gun. I heard a dead weight of a man drop to the ground and the other man fleeing into the woods behind the bakery. I tried to stay hidden but he caught me from the corner of his eye and turned around and pointed the gun right at my chest. I heard a voice call from the woods behind him. ”Stop! That’s our old boys son, leave him be!” He gave me a wink and a smile before he disappeared into the darkness of the woods. I was confused and mortified at all of this.

There was this young man out on the streets.

Parents kicked him out with nothing to his name, and nothing to eat.

They told him to come back when he learned what the meaning of having money was about.

The meaning of money?

He thought to himself and was quite confused for he had just asked for a weekly allowance. What meaning to money? He pondered in his mind. Five dollars is all I was asking…

Later that nite the young man came home very tiered, bruised and distraught.

The father asked if he had found the meaning of money and plainly the young man said to his dear dad, ”Dad I had found a couple meanings to what money is all about.”

The father looked at him with a raised eyebrow and said ”oh, did you my boy.”

The boy started to explain that some people want money for greedy reason. He said he seemed to have found that out when a man had jumped him and taken all his hard earned cash from his job that day; thinking he had found the perfect job and perfect meaning to tell his dad. So his father had wrapped an arm around his son and brought him inside their old creaking house and sat him down on a rickety oak bench near the ashy cracked fireplace.

“You had a rough day son I can tell…” the father began. “Son, there is this young man that had almost stolen my hard earned cash one day. Actually it was today that happened. I work hard for you and your mother but you were like the person who stole your hard earned money. Son, the other meaning of money is to buy stuff to take care of your family , it’s a simple humble act, and you were being greedy by asking for money for your own gain and pleasure. Do you understand?”

The young man really didn’t like what he heard but accepted it and knew it was true.

 

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well i just got off the phone with my boyfriend. and we were talking about our future children.And iam gunna put down our names below and a description.why? i feel like it!and i can!

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NAME: Raven Colby(we are not sure about colby)Jordan

Tomboyish and has a slight attitude but very sweet.Also the oldest.Small in size and about 5 ft. Freckles shower her nose and cheeks and her blue eyes sparkel when she shows her pearly whites. her long silky shining raven hair is always messy or neatly put into a pony tail for when she has to play or baby sit.She will never wear girlish clothing, it always has to be bagy shirts and pants. And she loves diging up her dads old BDU's.

Posible B-day- end of OCT in 2016

NAME: Christian James Jordan

Its my mommas boy! although he doesnt like to admit it... He is very shy at the least but a big talker at the dinner table but seems to draw himself away from others when he is in his room. He has light brown short shaggy hair and he is about 6 ft tall like his dad. and he is ofcourse is the 2nd oldest. He has intense blue grey eyes and a quarky smile. He is not big into sports and seem to be a bit of a computer geek and also intrest himself in video games on spare time after studying.

Posible B-day: mid of february 2018

THE TWINS: Cathrin Dai Jordan and Nathanial Damian Jordan

Cathrin and Nathanial both have dark red hair and dazling emerald eyes. Cathrin is kinda quiet but both her and her brother live infront of the game room playing video games infront of the big screen TV. they are the best of friends and look out for each other. While Nathan is barely 5ft cathrin is coming up on 5 ft 6''

Possible B-day: Early Dec 2020

I know that this is all just made up dream and only God knows our future children or even if we have any or make it to that point. But we are hoping for atleast raven and christian. Or anything!we shall see...

oyea. if u girls want a creamy white face. Just get a sun burn on your face. It will soon bubble and then youll peel for atleast 3 days and there ya go. i learned the hard way. it sucks...

 

 

iam so tiered. not physicly tiered. just, dunno. I miss so many people. My grandma, grandpa. So many things chabge since they left. For a while I was very distant. Cold, depressed beyond u could imagine. So many had been there. Iam no difrent. my 6th grade and 7th grade year sucked. Because those years were when avything traspiered. 8th grade I was a bti better. I made it a goal to be happy. To smile even when I didnt fell like it anymore...Its hard. Then I have beefs with goths for certain reasons. I dont want to go into detail. Its just stupid. I just dont know. Iam starting to forget about them, but i think of them eveything day. I want them back. But I cant remember anything...this sucks. mega...it would be so easy to fall back into depression. to just close myself up...But id miss my new life style more. and my boyfriend would hate it, possibly leave me iam sure. I dont want to go back but it would be so easy...I rememeber we were goin to the funeral home and i was in tears...the actual day we went i didnt cry, not a tear. I want her back so bad. i didnt cry...i didnt cry ever that day. my dad did. my mom did. my grandpa did. not me...not ever. I didnt see her that day either. i refused. I refused to see her. i cant rememner, I cant remember anything of her. I onyl remember her physicle features. her personality has somwhat vanished. she is just a picture in my head. I want them both back...

iam dieng here! iam so tiered. but iam...talking to CJ. or yea. i guess we are talking. i dont wanna go though. but dear god its 2:12am! he is probably gunna say"well ya shoulda left if ya were so tiered" owell. i can stay up if i want...or try to stay up. he is in his spot(i aint tellin yous people about the spot so u can just wonder) iam to tiered to get into my spot. all my mind wants to do is cuddle and SLEEP... i aint wakin up tomarow... and i hate talkin like this...i only do this when iam tiered. i cant help it. i aint gunna leave him hanging in his spot. he is the one who calles, he is the ones who hangs up...iam never the one to leave. i make sure of it. i feel bad if i leave... but i think we might go soon. we are starting to talk again. well iam out...

Thats me! iam actualy 100%band geek... thats my BF's quize!guess what!!! WE ARE BOTH CAPTAINS OVER OUR SECTION!!!