The way to wake up is not..

Okay, so when I woke up this morning...all I could hear were screaming voices and fury in my mind. It was my mom and stepdad fighting...again. they used to always always fight and my mom would talk about how they are going to get a divorce but they got better. Finally, it started again. I don't like it when my parents fight or when they say they are getting divorced, but im sick of getting up to yelling every morning now. I cannot stand it. Honestly, I don't even like my stepdad. He is annoying and girlyish and is not like a guy who likes football and boy stuff. He has the best table manners of all of us at my house and has a high voice and is totally embarassing. I just wish my mom would find someone new. My dad lives in Jupiter, FL and works at a carpet place and is pretty much broke. But he was saved by the nicest girl alive, who's my stepmom, Mary. I wish Mary was my real mim because she is sweet, loves animals and kids, and enjoys spending time with my brother and me. More posts soon to come and cannot wait to read comments! lots of love, Lizzie

For a First

Last night, at ten thirty o'clock PM I felt dimmed and depressed. I had been lying around, lazily, in front of the television and on facebook all day. Thinking about assignments for school due on Tuesday, because of Easter break, and how much I didn't want to turn in a poem my English teacher assigned us long ago. I haven't even started. Anyway, as I walked out of the house with a sleeping bag lingering on my left arm, I noticed my mom was outside. She was confused thinking I was going camping in the woods or something. She looked at me, a confused and startled look on her face. My brother had been running away at night recently, and I'm pretty sure she thought I was under his influence. I told her I was only out here to look at the stars to clear my thoughts. Again that look on her face. I remembered that I was in Atlanta, where there are high-rise buildings; especially because of the fact I live ten minutes outside of the metro area. As I looked up, I did see one star, a beautiful one that didn't belong in Atlanta, but it was there. My mom asked if she could stay out here with me, but I put the offer down, I wanted time alone which I was rarely able to, and she went inside. I walked barefoot over to our tennis court where I most carefully set down the sleeping bag, and then I got in it. I looked up as the censored lights outside went off. I looked up at that star again. It was still there, but then I saw about twenty others lying in my presence. I was astonished. Even with all of the lights, I could still see stars. As I looked at them, I thought about people I loved around me, and people I despise. Things that bothered me in life, and things I couldn't live without. I did think this was alone time, but I wanted to write about it. This is my first post, but my writing will get a lot better along the way. I hope you will continue reading and I will definitely have a new post tomorrow. I am a passionate girl, I love life, but at some times in my life, it has been complicated. I'm sure you will soon love to read about it and hopefully soon you will :). Whoever is reading this out there, god bless and I love that you care. Thank you.