Procrastinating

I hate procrastinating. Yet I do it every single day. With everything. In fact I am procrastinating as I am writing this. Why, you may ask? I don't know. Because I don't want to do it, or because every time I procrastinate I manage to get it done anyway. It is a vicious, annoying cycle that I don't seem to have enough willpower to get out of. Ah, that glorious word, willpower. Something I seem to have limited quantities of. I have now discovered that I can type quite a bit without looking at the keyboard very much. Wow what a great discovery I just made, ah the joys of procrastination! This was extremely rambly. Oh well. Doo, doo, doo....don't want to do my home work still...maybe I'll just keep writing...and I'm really tired, I should just finish and go to sleep. Should being the keyword in that sentence. Okay, okay, I'll do it, I'll do it. Uhhhh, goodbye.
-Natalie

Story Idea...

“You’re not human.”

The three little words that changed my life forever.

It all started on a day that was as normal as any other day. It was summer vacation so my sisters and I were outside all day alternately reading and talking. But that night at dinner, something was different. It was too quiet and mom was looking guilty and scared about something. Once we were done eating, she took a deep breath before she started talking.

“So girls, this is a very important summer”

I didn't see what was so interesting about this summer. The only thing interesting that had happened was Marigold and Poppy graduating from high school, they were eighteen now and were going to the community college in the fall. I was fifteen and had just finished my sophomore year of high school. I didn't think there wasn't anything special about this summer. At that exact moment, the doorbell rang. This might not be a big event to most people, but at our house, the doorbell never rings. You see, we live way out in the country, no neighbors for several miles. It takes us twenty minutes just to get to school. So it makes sense that everyone should be surprised; except my parents weren't.

“Lily could you please answer the door and show our guest to the living room, we’ll be right there.” My mom said in a tight voice.

“Uh, sure.” I said, standing up.

I walked from the kitchen over to the front door and opened it.

On our porch was a guy about Poppy and Marigolds age. He was wearing a black fitted V-neck t-shirt with khaki shorts and sneakers. Behind him was the biggest suitcase I had ever seen with a big backpack on top of it.

“Hi, uh, come on in.” I said in bewilderment.

“Thank you” He said while stepping inside.

He didn't have an accent so much as a lilt to his voice. It was strange and intriguing all at the same time.

“You can leave your bags in the foyer, the living room is this way.” I said while walking into the living room where my parents and sisters already sat.

My dad stood up to shake his hand and said, “Wrinkle, it’s so nice to finally meet you. Girls, this is Wrinkle Chamberlain, Wrinkle this is Poppy, Marigold, and Lily.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Girls Wrinkle is going to tutor you over the next few years, but first he has something to tell you.” My dad said in a subdued voice. “Wrinkle?” he gestured to a chair.

Sitting down Wrinkle said “Okay, so I’m going to tell you a story. Five thousand years ago a new evolution of humans began. These people, called advena, surpassed humans in technology, agriculture, in everything. They grew so powerful that the humans greatly feared them. So, knowing they weren't wanted the advenas began to plot their escape of planet Earth. They soon built spacecraft that is well beyond the means of the humans even in this modern day. The advenas left this solar system and traveled to one not far away. There they found a planet suited to their needs. It is similar to Earth except several times larger. They named it Aurum, which means gold. They named it this because the planet was so valuable to them. Then they named its star Aureus because it was golden in color and because it too was valuable to them. Once on Aurum the advena continued to evolve, developing special abilities. The advena can make their hands glow to provide light, they can heal by touching someone. They can do things you might call magic, but that’s not what it is, its evolution. Today humans live unaware of the advenas but advenas are aware of humans. Indeed, some advenas choose to live peacefully on Earth. While others live on Aurum to this day.” Wrinkle finished his story with an almost bored air, as though he had told it many times before.

This is the beginning to a story that I have in my head. It would be cool to write more to it but I don't really know where its going. And anyway, I don't know if this is even interesting to anyone else. oh well. 

 -Natalie

The Good or Bad?

Who is the one I love? The good or bad?

The good will bring wealth and prosperity.

The bad will bring forth beauty to be had,

It also brings death and anxiety.

The good shines like the golden sun of June.

He is the one my parents truly love.

Despite his heart his looks won’t make me swoon,

My love for him will not fly like a dove.

The bad lurks like the darkest time of night.

His heart is even darker to behold.

My love for him can easily take flight,

But is it blind to evil that’s untold?

How can I choose? I may just come undone.

So maybe I’ll just chose to be a nun.


-Natalie
(Just want to say this is a completely fictional sonnet I wrote for my english class. Haha I'm not actually this shallow...)

Windy thoughts

Have you ever wondered why the wind blows? Obviously there is a scientific answer for that but really, why does it blow? What is wind anyway? Lets say its moving air. So why should it move? Why isn't it just happy to stay right where it is? I think humans are a bit like this, restless. We may stay still for awhile but eventually we will get that itch to move. Sometimes I get tired of moving, I wish I could just stop. But then when I do, I get bored.
I wonder, if the wind could think, would it feel like this too? If, after awhile, would the wind want to put its foot down and say enough is enough? Or maybe the wind likes all its moving about, maybe it never wants to stop so it never does. How cool would it be if things like wind could think? Think of all the stories the wind could tell. Wind that has been all around the world since the start of the Earth. It would know everything!
These are just some thoughts. For those of you who are curious, the wind blows because air moves from areas of high to low pressure.
-Natalie