Monthly Archives: July 2013

Awkward Writing…

I have just decided to suddenly start getting more into actually planning my story instead of just making it up as I go along, and guess what? I still have an unnamed girl character, and I changed one of my other character’s names. I also don’t have any personality traits for some people like Lara. I don’t know what I want to do. So it would help me a lot if you guys did… it’s that moment when I’m supposed to hear those cricket sounds and otherwise dead silence, isn’t it? You guys are really quiet….

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Chapter II: The Year of High Expectations

Sorry for not writing in a long time, but I thought I should give you a break from my non-stop posting. So, you guys seem to like it more when I just talk about my writing, because that’s what you came here for! So, I started naming my chapters, and here is the next one!

                Camden Waleson smiled as he neared the campus of Persky. Another year, a new start, this time as a sophomore. Camden was something of a local celebrity at Persky as the president of the charity clubs and the vice-president of the student council. Camden’s family, especially his stepfather always swelled in pride whenever Camden’s name came up in conversation, despite how different his attitude was towards his family. He was the all-around good guy and teenage heartthrob, he got good grades and he was well-known, what more could a father want from his son? Most of all, he couldn’t wait to see Scarlette again.

                 Scarlette Ashworth was the epitome of near-perfection, and Camden’s girlfriend- even though Camden was exceptional, he didn’t shine as brightly next to her. She was the top student in every class, the only girl who beat him to the president position. She was different from the giggly girls in the hallway and she had a brain- Camden could respect her for that. Sometimes people asked him how he put up with her and were impressed when he said they were dating. “You can keep up with her man? Good for you!” Camden didn’t mind it… much.

                  This year is a new year. A year to change things, a year to grow,  Camden decided as the driver pulled up next to the large entrance of his school. Camden climbed out of the backseat and his chauffeur got his luggage out of the trunk, much to Camden’s annoyance.

                  “You don’t have to do every single little thing for me, it’s not enjoyable for either of us Damian,” Camden told him, reaching for his suitcases. Damian pulled them out of his reach quickly with ease, being the tall, athletic man he was.

                    “I take commands from your stepfather. Do you think you’ll be set for the year?” Damian’s low, intimidating rumble would have scared most of the students at Persky, but Camden responded that he would be fine and thanked Damian. Damian nodded and even gave Camden a rare smile and awkward handshake as a goodbye.

                    Camden turned to find his large black heap of luggage sitting there at the foot of the outside steps of his school. Slowly smiling, Camden mentally thanked Damian and pulled it up the steps. In two days, the new school year would start.  A new year, a year to change. Camden was ready for it.

                     “-you and I will be young forever-” Katy Perry’s voice blared from Blair’s cell phone, interrupting the relative quiet of her dorm room. Blair groaned as she hit the snooze button on her phone with a little more force than she intended to. The phone slid towards the edge of Blair’s nightstand. “No!” Blair shrieked, coming out of her sleepy trance, and hit her ribs hard again the nightstand’s edge as she grabbed her phone just in time.

                      Blair was almost sobbing in relief when she heard the sound of a key turning in her dorm room’s lock. Blair’s eyes widened in horror as she ran into her dorm bathroom (see what I mean when I say rich kids? They don’t have to share one bathroom down the hall) and hoped that she wouldn’t be seen in her pajamas. Once she realized how stupid hiding there was, the door opened and a girl’s high-pitched voice called “Hello? Is there anybody here?”

                       Blair put on her best friendly smile, hoped her hair wasn’t messy, hoped her pajamas weren’t wrinkled and made her way out the bathroom doors. She was almost out when she tripped and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to hold herself up (which happened to be the hairdryer). Blair’s surprised shriek and the loud blast of noise from the hairdryer attracted the girl’s attention. She walked over to the bathroom entrance to find a girl  with tangled platinum blonde hair in a ponytail on the ground, struggling to get up. The girl didn’t even looked surprised at the scene, she simply walked over and turned off the wailing hairdryer.

                       Blair slowly pushed herself up, trying to ignore the pain in her knees and brushed herself off. “Thanks,” she said, hoping that the awkward situation would be forgotten. She took a look at her savior, taking in her small stature, big brown eyes and short black bob. The two of them walked out of the bathroom.

                       Blair tried for a smile again, but the small girl just asked “Are you my roommate, Blair Henle?” Suddenly, Blair’s alarm that she set for when she would actually wake up ten minutes later started playing ‘Teenage Dream’ at top volume level.

                       Curse Miss Rechard. Blair cringed but kept her smile, “Yup.”

                       Lara Elion stood there for what seemed like eternity with Katy Perry playing the entire time. Finally, she just blinked, her face clear of emotion. “Oh.”

                               Kill me.

                        Blair needed an excuse to get out of the dorm. School started in two days, she figured she should get to know the campus to avoid being lost later. After getting dressed in an old t-shirt with a band name on it and some jeans (nobody was there yet) she set out. The school at nine in the morning was strangely empty and peaceful. More people would be arriving that afternoon but Blair was determined to get around before it got crowded.

                       Blair walked around the fountain in the beautiful gardens, the remote stone arches on the other side of the campus near a forest. There was an amphitheater in a meadow and a large lake. Long tree-lined paths and courtyards dotted the entire campus. dBlair thought that Persky was more like a company that owned a city instead of a school because it owned so many landmarks. But by far, Blair’s favorite was the top of one of the towers. The panoramic view of the land around the campus, a variety of green fields dotted with colorful flowers, orchards with cherry wood benches. Blair felt like she was the only one in the world up there, looking at the world in a new way. The scenery made Blair think of home, with her father and her mother in their grand estate. Blair knew she wasn’t among the most aristocratic family members that attended Persky- in fact, she was quite far. Instead of Blair’s family coming from a long line of people with old family money or being a royal her father made his own company, one that Blair, as the only child of Gordon Henle, would take over.

                       People found it odd that Blair was her father’s heir- if they had a daughter, why wouldn’t they try for a son? One day when Blair was young, she ran to her father and asked him why that was. Her father had sat there in his grand office with glass walls and wall-to-wall bookshelves, smoking a cigar in his desk when he said the wisest words Blair had ever heard:

                      “Ha! This is the twenty-first century. I don’t need a child of a certain gender to take over! It doesn’t matter if I had a daughter or a son, because I believe that any child of mine will be able to handle themselves, it’s not genetically possible that I would have an idiot as a child. Listen Blair, just ignore what they say and work twice as hard, eh?”

                      That was the day that Blair realized how many people were counting on her to fail, and she vowed to see to her success and work twice as hard. She had come to Persky for the rest of her high school education to see that goal through once and for all.

Scarlette was not happy. No, she was not happy at all. She had planned to get to Persky on the same day as Camden but her flight had been cancelled.

                          Cancelled.

                           So she had one of her father’s men drive her two hours to the airport only to find that she came for nothing. Scarlette had a feeling (and her hunches were always right- Scarlette was just that way) that there was something wrong with the engine. Scarlette usually kept up with the records of how many crashes had been recorded for each airline to find the safest and most reliable one, but since today was the day that most students arrived at Persky all the seats had been taken for the flight belonging to the safest airline. Scarlette had planned ahead of time and had phoned the people at the second-safest airline to see if she could catch a seat. And of course, the airline knowing of Scarlette and her reputation, not to mention her family line, said “Of course!”

                           But here she was. And Scarlette was ballistic- Ashworths did not settle for mediocrity. It was what she had been taught since she could walk, or rather, strut in a way that said “Back off, this room is mine.” But her confidence was well-deserved, and as arrogant as Scarlette seemed, everyone knew that she really was that great.

                             If I was part of the crew, this flight would be on its way to D.C., it’s not hard to check your airplane, Scarlette thought bitterly, mentally pulling up a diagram of an engine. All of this was her older brother’s fault. Isaac decided that he needed to see the new art gallery opening in Paris, and meet up with one of his old girlfriends, Madeline. Scarlette personally thought that she was low-class and horrid, and she didn’t even care that she was girlfriend number three hundred sixty- two… of the ones Isaac was currently in a relationship in. Scarlette felt like she had to work twice as hard to prove herself to her father, being the younger child and being a girl, and despite Scarlette being everything a father could want in a child and more. He’d handed over the private plane to his son and successor.

                           Scarlette had decided she needed to step up her game even more the get her father to notice her. This year was going to be different. She had her amazing, talented boyfriend, was goint to be the president of the student council as a sophomore (an extremely impressive feat), she was an amazing athlete and musician, and she was acing her AP classes. But she needed to improve and fast if she wanted to succeed and be looked up to as a working woman.

                            It would need to happen this year, for the sake of her dying relationship with her father.

                            Lara didn’t exactly have the best luck when it came to roommates. That morning, after a long flight (Lara was touring around Russia for the summer), she had gotten her roommate assignments and key early so she was looking forward to getting in the room and collapsing in her bed. But fate had other plans for her, and Lara was a very superstitious person so she wondered what she had done wrong when she heard the worst song ever blasting through the door, if that was even possible.

                              She opened the door, dreading whoever would greet her on the other side. As soon as she saw the large room with two large beds on either side of the room with two nightstands and lamps, a shelf and a desk, Lara immediately noticed that one side of the room, the one closer to the large window had an unmade bed. “Hello? Is anybody here?” she had asked and she heard a girl cry out and the loud screaming of a hairdryer and there was a loud thump. She had made her way into the large marble bathroom where she saw a girl in a rumpled tank top and sweatpants with her hair in the messiest ponytail ever on the floor.

                              The girl was stereotypical Persky: pretty, maybe a bit ditsy and clumsy, blonde, and probably filthy rich. When Lara turned off the hairdryer, she had seemed nice enough and when the loud music started making Lara’s ears want to die she had been embarrassed and apologetic but Lara still had the feeling she was in for a heck of a year.

                                Her beliefs had been proven true.

A.N.  Alright, I know you guys probably hate author’s notes, but I have to say, I had no plan and I had no idea for how this would turn out. I was going to make Blair the most annoying, whiny and unlikeable characters, but as soon I started writing, I made her more and more like me instead of the original plan. I also put a lot of me into Scarlette, and in my mind she was this super-cool boss, but I see she’s kind of arrogant and uptight and I will understand if you dislike her. It’s interesting to compare Blair and Scarlette. Also, I like Damian so much, and he didn’t even exist originally, nor did Isaac. Hang on tight guys and wait for chapter three!

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Urban Dictionary

So I googled one of my character’s names and what turned up was a link to an Urban Dictionary page where they defined the name. In fact, Urban Dictionary does this. You can type in your name and see what some people have defined it being? As? Grammar fail…. So I looked up my name, Mia and after I was done being flattered by multiple people I looked up all my character’s names and looked for a definition that fit them, and if there wasn’t I needed to find a new name. Here are the ones I chose (I did not write any of them, these come from the geniuses online amongst a million idiots and I think this gives you an idea of some character’s personalities and the ones to come):

Blair:

A wonderful girl who has turned your whole life around, a girl who has trouble seeing how much love you have for her. A girl who, described what attracts you to her, its “something-you-can’t-quite-describe”. All of your friends tell you “you can do better”, but you still know love, in a strange way, is still there.

Camden:

One of the sweetest, kindest people you will ever meet. He is intelligent and athletic and insanely popular. He has a great sense of humour and all of the girls love him. He always has time for the little people and he makes everyone feel welcome. He has a powerful sense of justice and has strong morals. He is the sort of person that you will find at your school reunion who is still in great shape and has a successful career and is married to the love of his life.

Noah:

Noah is just the boy-next-door to some people. But he’s way more to people that stop and figure him out. He’s an extremely talented musician, and very hard-working. He’s too hard on himself most of the time, and he doesn’t know how great he really is. Noah has so many friends that he doesnt’ know what to do with them all. Lots of girls like him, and some are crazy about him, but he’s a free spirit. He loves to travel, and is one day going to change the world somehow.

Tristan (this is the so-so one, only some parts work):
Masculine by definition, weak by choice. Love and hate with unity. Difficult to figure out, so don’t try. he’ll show only what he want you to see, so look deeper. he can read people by their body language, what they say and facial expression. seeks love for completion. he’s ambitious, funny,arrogant, protective, very passionate in everything he expresses. aggressive but gentle, faïencent but brut all at the same damn time.he they like to make points and don’t care too much for details. seems out of control, but be careful they calculate even irrational behavior. he’ll tell you the truth to the best of his wisdom.

Jeremy:

1. outright sarcastic but very friendly

2. softhearted

3. compassionate

4. lovable

5. talented in music and arts

So, I didn’t write these (if I had, they would have better punctuation) and I didn’t put up some character’s definitions, but they’re pretty accurate. Tune in for more!
BWA BYE KIDS,
Ze Sunflower of Doom (I’m trying it out)
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Writing Dilemma

I originally typed the title as dilemna, but dilemma is the correct spelling. Anyway, I have to admit that I have encountered a problem. I need a name for a girl character in the story! It would be nice if the Urban Dictionary def. fit it, but if you guys have any recommendations or could ask anyone if they did, it would help. Plus, you would get an awesome female character who you named. Thanks guys! Please comment if you do, it would help so much.

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Pow Wow Friday No. 1

Since I decided I should try to write something today, I decided to do a Pow Wow. See, there’s this swimming coach who lets us have Pow Wows in betweens sets and it’s really just a time to relax and answer questions, so I should try to post about one. I would usually ask people to comment on what questions should be on the post next Friday, but since I don’t have any commenters because it’s the first one, I chose some.

What are you afraid of?

I don’t have any phobias, but I don’t like tight spaces. I hate parasites (who likes them anyway?), but the biggest is missing out on life. People always have those amazing life moments where they did something crazy and felt like champions. You don’t want to be the one who wasn’t there.

What kind of music do you like and how does it affect your writing?

I can’t define my taste in music with one word. I like pop but I’m not super mainstream. If you looked at my favorite songs playlist there would be: pop, rock, alternative, instrumental symphony sounds, etc. Music affects everybody’s writing! I got my inspiration for the story I’m writing from a song and some pictures online. The song is called “What Happened to Me” and even though it’s not my usual jam it makes me think of how you grow as a person. It was also featured in a fan trailer for a story I read online that was very… touching. Maybe I should post the link later…. So it’s kind of the song that gets me in the mood to write another chapter.

What would be the perfect scene in a book/movie?

For me? Hmm, if a story I wrote was converted to movie form in my mind. Let’s say we’re talking romance-y and there were two characters who you want to be together but they’re too shy. It would be a first kiss scene when the sun is setting or it’s dark out and they’ re in the street alone (don’t worry, nothing bad is going to happen) and they’re saying “It won’t work out” after one date. Okay, fine, maybe I’m copying One Tree Hill (a show I have not seen myself) when I say that “I Dare You To Move” by Switchfoot is playing in the background. Then the girl nods and turns to walk away with tears in her eyes and just as the chorus is coming in, the guy is like “wait” and kisses her. That’s just such a beautiful moment to me. Since this answer is too long, I’ll have to wait for other kinds of perfect scenes later.

And… that’s it! I hope you guys comment because I’m running low on inspiration for questions and it will be very awkward if next Friday rolls by with no comments. I should probably post more about music or the links to the songs.

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Writing Pet Peeves I: Love Triangles

Alright, since I have the sudden urge to really write right now, I have to share a very specific thing that I can’t stand. Hopefully I won’t run out of them before I’ve made at least four. Haha, since there’s not a lot of people reading I can post a lot of random junk that doesn’t have to do with my writing, a lot like how celebrities post random stuff that nobody cares about on their Twitter, yet there are a lot of people who follow them and like them anyway. I’m looking at you Ryan Lochte (can we even call those tweets? They isn’t a single one that makes sense or is worth writing). I might have to do a whole post on this later.

So, back to the point- pet peeves. And I will start on a big one: love triangles. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: How can you hate love triangles? SOOO much drama (yeah, I did those in all caps on purpose and multiple O’s, another one of my pet peeves) and cute ships! Uh, okay, correct me if I’m wrong but love triangles do sell and are perfect for fangirling over but they’re infuriating to read about. I swear, I almost couldn’t make it through the Hunger Games trilogy without wanting to scream at Katniss: “Peeta is nice and really in love with you, Gale is a jerk who is selfish and horrible. How is it even a question?” That’s not it. In most love triangles, where there is one girl and two guys, the girl is always really indecisive and annoying, repeating the golden “Ooh, but they’re just SOOO cute.” Okay, that’s excusable for the first few days (I’m saying this because I had to help someone with this problem. It was not pretty, folks). But then it gets annoying because both guys end up charming her again and again.

Now let’s get started on the predictable situation here: there’s always going to be the sweet, good guy and the bad boy who’s irresistibly attractive no matter how horrible he is. Step one: Meet both guys. Step two: Whine over them. Step Three: Good guy shows jerky side, bad boy shows nice side. Step Four: Choose bad boy and live happily ever after. This is where I can respect the Hunger Games trilogy. But I’m right, right? It’s a tweaked version with the rare occasion where there’s two girls and a guy. After the huge fight between the girls, the guy chooses one girl and usually ends up with the other. Make up your mind!

Now I’ve heard that people think I’m a hypocrite because I read a book where there’s two people really in love but one of them is probably going to end up with another person. It may have been a book I felt really passionate about, but it wasn’t a love triangle! It was two people who couldn’t be together, right? Man, it’s late, and if you’re still here with me I am worn out from typing in so many feelings.

Bonsoir,

Still-a-loser-with-no-name

Chapter I: Welcome to Persky

Alright, so I took down my intro because the about was… more important? I don’t know… So here is the first chapter (or the first part of the first chapter of a story) and I hope you like it, if anyone sees it… make suggestions? Recommendations for how the story should go ( I really didn’t plan at all. I do have characters though! Yay! Okay, to the point!)

 

                    Blair Henle pushed through the large wooden double doors, grunting as she did so. Her bright blue suitcase was firmly planted in her left hand as she attempted to open the heavy doors with her right. The challenges of Persky Academy: getting through the doors Blair thought glumly, if only one of Father’s bodyguards were here- Blair quickly shook off the thought. The last thing she needed was for the people to think that she was one of the spoiled rich girls that hadn’t learned to do anything herself. Blair expected to grow in high school to be able to get the education she would need for her future work in her father’s line of business. The last thing she needed was to be labeled as one of Persky’s whiny aristocrats. No, she needed to prove to herself that she was above stereotypes, above the norm.

                   Silly high school dramas- who am I going to be? Uhh… it’s all so annoying, isn’t it? Blair mentally groaned as she stumbled into the lobby of her new school for the next three years as one of Persky’s new sophomores. The lobby’s view was enough to take anyone’s breath away- the polished marble floors gleamed and reflected the high, graceful arches of the ceiling with gold patterns inlaid and polished statues from the second floor level leaning in. In the center of the large circular room a white fountain spurted streams of water from its sides. Around the circular lobby there were multiple hallways that branched off and lush carpeted spiral staircases.

                  Blair stopped abruptly in the entrance and stopped to admire the view, turning in a small circle. A small smile lit up her face, wonder in her light brown eyes. Blair had seen mansions and impressive structures but she had never seen anything like… well this.

                  A voice cut through Blair’s moment of quiet, one as sharp and abrasive as a chain saw, “Hey- ponytail!” Blair turned to see a guy, around seventeen  with the most devious grin in the world and mischievous grey-green eyes. His strawberry-blond hair was spiked and mussed around and he wore a loose black t-shirt. Oh, he’s the kid that’s always doing stupid stunts and never gets in trouble, even though everybody knows he’s the one who did it, isn’t he? Blair thought with a mental eye-roll. His whole appearance screamed ‘trouble’- it was almost as if he was trying too hard. “Whatcha doing standing in the middle of the lobby, blocking everyone else from getting in?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, stuffing his small hands into the pockets of his dark skinny jeans.  Blocking everyone from- practically nobody’s here yet! It’s three days before the start of the school year and most of the students arrive tomorrow!

                  “My apologies,” Blair gritted her teeth, trying to shove the less-than-pleasant words down her throat. “But I wasn’t aware that I was blocking anyone, much less a  jerk who expects people to move by insulting them.”

                   The boy’s eyes glinted with amusement that made Blair think he was younger than she initially thought he was- around her age. He started cackling in such an exaggerated way that made Blair wonder if he was serious. “Well, you’re better than half of the other pretty, spoiled rich girls that come here. You actually can talk, blondie!’

                    Pretty? Blair didn’t know how to respond. “Uh, thanks?” Maybe? 

                    “Anyway, name’s Jeremy D’Armentieres. I guess I’ll see you around here this year… unless, of course, you don’t want me to,” he said with a  wink. Jeremy grinned and sauntered away, leaving Blair in the lobby alone, at least for the time being before everyone else arrived.

                    Blair tightened her light blonde ponytail, smoothed down her neat blouse and mentally braced herself to go to one of the administration offices to find out where she would be staying for the next school year.

                      Mitchell had groaned when his parents had insisted that he attend Persky, the school that harbored students who were the epitome of perfection, grace and high-status, all of the things that Mitchell’s parents wanted him to be, even though he just wasn’t.

                       “Lyngleys are a long line of important, wealthy people,” his father had said, “and you should be grateful that you have the opportunity to go to one of the best schools in the world.” So, Mitchell had to say goodbye to all of his friends and his comfortable life in Southern California to move across the country to the east coast to go to high school for the next three years. He had no idea what to expect and wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of making new friends and having to start over.

                        As soon as he got out of the cab he took a moment to admire the tall marble pillars and the steps outside of Persky- not his scene but it wasn’t too bad for a school. He held his two large suitcases in his hands and made his way to the large doors of the school. He threw them open with ease and gaped at the majestic view of the lobby, just as stunned as every other new student. As soon as he got over the astounding view he sighed and thought about how much his old gaming buddies and jock friends would love to stay here. Mitchell straightened his back, just like his father told him: “Stand like a man!”

                      With his back straight, Mitchell headed into the building and the next chapter of his life.

                        “I’m sorry, Miss… what was it again?”

                        “Henle,” Blair replied, feeling a more than a little frustrated with the young secretary, Miss Rechard. Blair had spent about an hour wandering around the campus (apparently there were multiple student offices for each grade, and found herself in the boy’s dorm,  not to mention the school was as large as a university campus). She was about ready to pass out in the middle of the infuriatingly beautiful and clean floors of the school.

                         “Henle, Henle! Of course!” Miss Rechard replied, tossing her dyed blonde hair before opening one of the many cabinets below her desk and shuffling through loads of files, all while humming a medley of Katy Perry songs. Blair half- expected her to suddenly say “Henle? Like Gordon Henle, the legendary trader and owner of his own multi-million company?” but Blair shook off the thought. Miss Rechard wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box.

                          Her mind is probably filled with life-threatening questions like if the American Idol tour will come to New York so she can gush about all of the male contestants Blair thought darkly, while tapping her foot impatiently, finding it in time with Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream”.

                           “Ah, Henle! Henle, Henle, Henle, here it is!” Miss Rechard exclaimed, pulling out a thin file and opening it, taking out a slip of paper. Blair took it, reluctantly thanked Miss Rechard and stepped out of the office. Blair glanced at the thin slip of paper in her hand:

        Room 274

     Lara Elion


                             Hoping for the best, expecting the worst, Blair set off to find Room 274.

Haha, okay. So I know it’s hard to tell where this is going but the story is coming in bits and pieces. I can’t take Jeremy seriously, that little devilish hilarious guy. But what do we know about Mitchell? Or the rest of the un-introduced characters? And who is this Lara character? Dun, dun, dun… so, I also didn’t really take the time to proofread so… yeah. Give suggestions or drop it completely?

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