Notice Me

I'm just going to relieve you of your curiosity and tell you this isn't about a crush, no. This is about how I feel in my life.

People walk by me and don't even glance at me. Eyes graze over me in search of someone else: someone different, someone better. No one can see from the outside who I am in here, and it kills me to feel so lonely. When I left my middle school after three years hardly anyone knew my name. This was nothing new. I've always blended in, listening to my peers speak amongst themselves. Even still,
I just want one person to notice me from day one. Is that really too much to ask, to be noticed?

Dream in Dragons

The girl looked up, paranoid and shaking, still a kid full of many mistakes and premature ideas, she didn't know how to respond. The ferocious dragon did though, it's slumber had been disturbed and it reacted on raw emotion. Feelings took hold of this untamable beast and swirled around in it's head like a ball of flames. The girl could see it in the dragons eyes, the hate, the desire to get rid of this pest, and trembled in fear. It opened it's mouth and the girl saw death greet her from a distance and slowly walk forward. She curled up into a ball and wished this wasn't happening. For a brief second she convinced herself everything was ok, that she was in bed, asleep and any second now her little brother would wake her up, giggling and tickling her feet chanting, "School, school, school time!" She felt a hot breeze and smoke engulf her. She saw her life flash before her eyes and then she felt it. Red hot liquid fire surrounded her, it was her, she couldn't think, couldn't even breathe, she could only scream. She turned to ash and fell on the floor. What was a beautiful young girl is now only dust. The dragon smirked an evil grin, then laughed a wicked cackle.


Leah woke up drenched in sweat and reeking of smoke. It was only a dream she told herself, just pretend. The smell of smoke told her otherwise though, and she looked down. What had once been her blanket was now a pile of ash. She sighed and got out of bed, this had been happening for too long now she thought, brushing the ash and sweat off of her. Too long to mean nothing anyway. She looked at her pink alarm clock and saw the time flashing 3:33 repeatedly. Of course. She didn't expect any other time in the world, but was really starting to hate that number. Leah was too afraid to go back to bed and decided to cope with her emotions the only way she knew how to, to run from them. She grabbed some sweatpants, a tank top and her sneakers and quickly threw everything on. Then she pulled her hair into a loose pony tail and climbed out of her window. Leah swung her leg on the tree branch and slid the rest of herself off the window sill and onto the branch. Twelve years of gymnastics and five years of dance and track kept her in insanely good shape and more importantly, helped her to maneuver nearly impossible stunts. She craftily climbed down the tree, and slid down the rope of the tire swing. When you do something often, it tends to become second nature, and that's what climbing this tree was to her. She took a sip of her emergency water bottle, usually stuffed into a hole in the trunk, shoved it back in the hole and took off at a quick jog, which turned into a run, then a sprint. It felt good for her legs to stretch, as she pushed her limits, running the city's bike path in the dark. She ran and ran till her muscles cried out in pain. Then she turned around and pushed herself to go even faster on the way back.
She arrived back at home and pulled her phone out of her bra, checking the time, which was 4:21 in the morning. She beat her record timing of 4:38, which was great, and bad. It meant she had that much more time to sit around and think. She pulled out her water bottle and gulped down some more water. The cool liquid trickled down her throat, quenching her thirst. She closed the bottle and shoved it in the hole for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Then she stealthily pulled herself up the tire swing's rope and clambered back onto a branch. Without even thinking about it, Leah made it up the tree and in the window in a matter of seconds.
For about twenty minutes she just sat and thought about the dragon. Then she pulled out her headphones and iPod and blasted music, trying to block out any thoughts of the fiery beast.
Leah repeatedly drifted into sleep, even while the music from her iPod blasted into her ears. Then, right when she was about to really sleep and not just drift through the land of dreams, she saw bright green cat-like eyes and woke up, muffling her screams with her fist and pillow. Finally at around 5:45 she figured it was a sane time to be awake and started getting ready for school. She showered, attempting to wash the smells of ash and sweat from her skin. Then Leah brushed through her hair, occasionally pulling out noticeable ash from her curly blonde hair. Life sucks when your reality is intertwined with the land of nightmares.

The Perfect Manicure

First off I'd like to say, I am addicted to painting my nails. I spend my Sundays searching for that perfect design to carry me throughout the rest of the week. Your nails are supposed to be something fun and upbeat or cute and classy. It's always fun to invent or try new things in any aspect of life, including the little things like painting your nails. The most recent, crazy thing
I have painted my nails has been angry birds. Here is a brief tutorial on how to get angry bird nails.

1. Firstly, only my ring finger has an angry bird on it. It would be too time consuming to do one on every finger and I think this is cuter anyway.

2. Make sure you have absolutely no nail polish on your fingers. Remove the extra polish with nail polish remover if you do.

3. Start by painting a clear, base coat on all your fingers. This will strengthen and even out your nails. Wait at least 7 minutes for it to dry.

4. We are going to save the angry birds for last, so for this step do not include your ring finger. We are going to start with red French tips. To get a more accurate and clean line, follow the 'white' part of your nails. Paint each tip red. If you mess up wait until it dries, then take a q-tip, put nail polish over it and carefully take of the extra nail polish. Wait for nails to dry before moving on to the next step.

5. After that's complete, top the nails with an extra clear coat.

6. Now we are going to move on to the ring finger. To start paint on a rounded red half oval shape, onto your nails, starting about half way up your nail and coming completely down. Then paint on to short diagonal red lines coming out of the rounded top of the bird. Wait about ten minutes for it to dry.

7. We are now going to use white to create the stomach and eyes for the angry birds. A little more then half way down the red paint a half circle. Just slightly above the stomach paint to white dots. Leave room on top for the eyebrows. Wait around 10 minutes for it to dry.

8. Paint a triangle pointing down in orange on the stomach: make it small and in between where the eyes are. You may use a toothpick for this.

9. I don't own black nail polish, so I used acrylic paint and the smallest brush I own. With black nail polish/ paint, paint two mini dots in the whites of the eyes, along with two eyebrows starting off higher up and then going downwards towards the middle of the birds face. Wait about 15 time for it to dry.

10. Put on a clear coat on top to make it last longer. This may make some of the stomach slightly pink. Don't panic! After it dries completely touch the stomach up with a little bit of white.


And now You have very fun, upbeat nails to wow your friends with and put a smile on your face.

Own Little World of "What-If's"

Why not do everything you want? Even if it makes no sense and had virtually no plot? I wanted a place to write, to show my ideas, tips and mind. Why can't I have it? I can and now I do, so welcome to my own little world of "What-If's". Enjoy!