So I, Anna Noel, am sixteen. Have been since January. I am hoping to get my license soon, and can't wait to drive. But life is hard for teenagers. There is school, friends, family, and if you have a job, then that too, to worry about.
life is full of surprises. It really is. So this is where I'm going to be blogging about what is going on in my own life. Feel free to comment and give your experiences. I may just post them!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
HowTo- Get Over Writer's Block!
Writer'ss block is a tricky thing. It gets us when we least expect it to! But no worries! There are simple solutions!
When you get writer's block, you should always take a break. There is a reason why you're getting it. Just sit back and relax. Don't stress, because that will make it worse.
Seriously! That's the remedy for writer's block. Just relax and breath.
Do you have any advice for people with writer's block?
Message me and maybe they will be published!
Just Drive Prologue Sneak Peak
Prologue
"Never
say you’re sorry- it's a sign of weakness. The sooner you get that, the longer
you'll live."
Nothing in
my life could have possibly prepared me for what happened today. Nothing. Not
my parents dying, not living with my Aunt and Uncle until I was eighteen, not
almost getting coned out of all my life’s savings, nothing could prepare me for
what happened, and who I met.
My life is usually the boring
cliché or a working class citizen. I get out of my warm bed, away from all the
cozy comforters, and go brush my teeth. Getting dressed, I am usually brought
back to the harsh reality that I have gained weight, so I go to the kitchen and
eat some low fat brand name cereal that says it's supposed to make you thinner.
Bull.
After I ate the boring stuff, I
ended up rushing to get ready for work, throwing on clothes so fast I hardly
know what I end up wearing until later, when I finally look down at a crumb
that drops in my lap or I spill something. After this is done, I run out the
door to my car, jumping in and getting myself mentally ready for the long ride
ahead where I will probably encounter a couple of people cutting me off, and
more than likely more than a few people flipping me off because I don’t drive
fast enough for them. Well I’m sorry; I’d rather not be caught between two big
semi trucks.
You’d think that working at a
publishing company would be amazing. Reading books all day and trying to make
them better, and finally watching a writers dreams come true as you show them
their new book; hard cover and on the shelves everywhere, soon to be best
seller. Well, that’s if you have a good job in the business. Being a secretary,
like me, isn’t that fun.
All I do is sit at a desk and
sign papers saying that the publishers have gotten the manuscripts from the
authors. I also copy and paste the occasional email to a hopeful author who is
probably going to get their dreams crushed. Well, they are going to have their
dreams crushed. This publishing firm doesn't email someone back if they have
made the cut. They call them personally. So if they get the email I send, it
means that they are probably going to go throw all their stories in a garbage
can somewhere, light it on fire, and go lay in bed crying their eyes out.
The building is huge, and quite
the opposite of boring, despite what it is for me, inside. People always stop at the foot of it while
passing by to gawk at the size and dimension of the thing.
I actually highly doubt that,
but I'm often too bored for my own good, and come up with stupid stories such
as that to amuse me. Really, I do.
Not that people throwing away
their dreams and crying amuses me...
Anyways, during the day in the
office, my only highlight is when I have that break to walk-slowly- to the
vending machine to sped ten dollars a day to get several snacks and drinks.
This also totally ruins my so called healthy breakfast for good.
Sometimes, the occasional
person comes and talks to me, but otherwise I try to stay away from people. I
don't like them. People and animals. They're the same thing really.
I only have one friend, and
they happen to be of the opposite gender. He's been my best friend since high school.
The only downside of having a guy friend and no girl friends is that I don't
really have anyone to talk to about well, girly stuff.
Tony is just another lover-boy
with good looks. Blonde hair, blue eyes, scatters of freckles that all the
girls adore, the chiseled features that the ladies drool over. All the ladies fall for his charms, but he
really only has one girl of him. He's been going after her for years, and I
think they would be cute together. The only problem is that if he succeeds, she
might take him away from me, and I would have no one.
As I was walking to the office today,
my red hair pulled up into a high ponytail, my glasses hiding my brown eyes, I
got a text from Tony himself. He asked if we could go to the bar tonight. I
said yes, or course. My life would be a waste land without the bar as a
retreat. So we agreed that he would pick me up after work and we'd go there
together.
The day passed by like any
other, and I was more than willing to jump into Tony's car to head to the bar.
On the trip, Tony told me all
about the latest stories on the news. There has been someone robbing banks, a
street racer it seems. The person robs them, and then speeds off in their shiny
cool race car. I guess. Who really cares?
Once we were at the bar, I
hopped out of the car and when to get my drink on.
The bar was a cute southern
style bar with the swinging gate doors and the deer heads hanging on the walls.
Above the doors to each of the bathrooms hung a horse shoe. The one over the
ladies room was facing right side up, the one over the male's room hanging
down. This was done by yours truly when she was very, very drunk, and never
fixed. Probably because it was true.
We walked into the bar, the
stench of beer and other delightful alcoholic drinks hitting my nose, making me
sniff my ways automatically to the bar, Tony in tow. We ordered from the tough
burley man there, and went to sit down. Tony had a couple shots of bourbon, not
thinking about how we would get to our houses, and I had a dirty martini. I
always started with the fancy stuff, and then got down to the rugged stuff. It
was how I rolled. Always have, always will.
To the other people in the bar,
we were just another couple of twenty-five year olds who wanted to have fun and
drink up.
After a couple of hours of
drinking and catching up as best as we could while intoxicated, Tony suddenly
started watching the TV that was right above my head.
"Sydney
I was confused, and got up so I
could see for myself. On the screen was a video of a car racing down the
highway. In the top right corner in big red letters read the word 'LIVE', so I
knew it was happening right at that moment. Sure enough though, in the bottom
left corner was a picture of a girl with red hair and brown eyes. She looked
like me. Exactly like me.
"If you know where this
woman is, or have seen her anywhere, please make sure you call the police and
let them know. She is armed and highly dangerous. If you can help it, please
keep her where she is until the officials have arrived at the scene."
Tony looked at me, startled.
"That-that's not me-" I began.
I looked around the bar.
Everyone was looking at me, either fear or danger clear in their eyes.
"That-that's not me! Don't
you se-see?" I asked, framing my face sloppily, still evidently drunk, and
smiling.
And that's exactly when someone
clubbed me on the head. I think it was with a baseball bat, but who knows? And
frankly, who cares? I was clubbed with something, being knocked out. And that's
all I remembered.
(*)
And that brings us to the
present.
As of now, I'm sitting in a
jail cell. Yup. A jail cell. And next to who? Next to me.
Apparently, my parents failed
to mention that I had a twin sister.
My life is officially
interesting.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
TwoTone Radio
Teaser prologue:
My feet hit the gravel quietly as I ran down the pathway towards the Lincoln Memorial. Though it was six o'clock in the morning, there was already people walking and riding their bikes as the pink cherry blossom petals floated in the cool wind. My blue Ipod was tucked in my black track pants, and my ear-buds were circled around my ears, tucked neatly into them. My curly black hair bounced behind me.
I stopped in my tracks, my feet sticking and my hair blowing out in front of my face before settling down. Whipping out my phone, I quickly dialed the radio station, signing up for a spot.
Prologue
'Good
morning DC! Your listening to 104.5, the buzz. Randy Manes here!'
My feet hit the gravel quietly as I ran down the pathway towards the Lincoln Memorial. Though it was six o'clock in the morning, there was already people walking and riding their bikes as the pink cherry blossom petals floated in the cool wind. My blue Ipod was tucked in my black track pants, and my ear-buds were circled around my ears, tucked neatly into them. My curly black hair bounced behind me.
'So in case you
haven't heard, we are having a competition tonight for a chance to win your own
night show, here, at the station. Two spots are left, so call now.'
I stopped in my tracks, my feet sticking and my hair blowing out in front of my face before settling down. Whipping out my phone, I quickly dialed the radio station, signing up for a spot.
My life has
been pretty hectic the past three weeks. Moving back home from college after
being kicked out for not being able to pay the bills, trying desperately to get
back into shape, and also trying to find a job. I don't like my parents paying
for the things I want. Even when it came to my college education. I didn't
allow for it.
Finishing
my run to the Lincoln Memorial, I turned back and ran to the parking lot
fifteen miles away, ready to go back home and get ready for the once in a
lifetime chance.
Too bad I
didn't know that it would be more trouble than it's worth.
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