My Friends

"The last row." We turned down the very last row of Lake Side View Trailer Park. "Keep going."

"This one?"

"The next one." The snow was starting to stick to the ground now. "This one, and my dad's is that one." Tyler pointed to the tailor in front of his. The eight year old boy with the burn mark on his chest where his cousin had stabbed him with a lit cigarette, hoped out of the car. I handed him his coat that he hadn't bothered to put on, and his backpack. The tiny front yard beside the trailer was littered with bikes and old toys, with the occasional car seat. Where the ground wasn't covered in gravel, foot tall grass grew. Out of nowhere Tyler's brother, Dylan and Austin appeared followed by a scruffy looking puppy. The little dog was had long black fur and couldn't have been more than 8 weeks old.

"Do you want to hold her?" asked Austin.

"Sure." I replied timidly. The little dog was shivering. The snowflakes were tangled in her mess of hair. I held her close until she stopped shivering. With a smile I handed the puppy back to Austin.

"Do you have all your stuff?" asked my mom.

"Yeah." replied Tyler. He hoisted his backpack on to his shoulder and headed for the door. I walked up the creaky steps to the porch, hoping I wasn't going to fall through. The porch was almost as messy as the yard. A big wheel and a doll house sat in the corner, while general odds and ends lay scattered on the splintering floor. My mom knocked on the door.

"Well, hi Miss Michele! Come on in." Dotty, Tyler's grandma answered the door with a cheerful smile. Dotty looked like she was in her mid 60s, her teeth were yellowed and her face was sunken in. But, she was only in her late forties. "Bring that dog inside, she'll freeze!" she shouted to Austin and Dylan had stayed behind.

We stepped inside, the trailer reeked of smoke. It was all I could to keep from gagging. A massive TV sat on one side of the trailer and a puke green love seat sat in front of it. Brandon, Dotty's youngest son laid  slumped over on the couch watching some show. On the other side of the trailer was the "kitchen". A refrigerator that looked like it walked of of the seventies was surrounded by equally outdated counter tops. A microwave was pushed up against the wall, and a sad excuse for a stove sat next to it. To the right of the kitchen was a tiny hallway that I assumed led to the one and only bedroom.

Tyler threw his things on the floor and ran to get a snack. "Did you finish your homework?" asked Dotty.I took a step forward. The ground was soft

Tyler nodded his head yes as he tried to open a bag of potato chips. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow Tyler." said my mom. She seemed as ready to get out of their as I was. "See ya!" I shouted as I turned to go. I never thought I would be happier to be outside in the cool, clean air.

Green Scene

"Left or right?"
"Left, no wait right."
"No left!"
"Which is it?"
"Right! I don't know."
"I am going right."
"Wait, we were supposed to go left."
"It is too late now." We both looked up from our map and GPS to see something astonishing. We were to busy arguing to notice where we were.
"Um, what street are we on?" The building were covered with vines, and the electric line were covered to. There was just enough space in between the lines to create a magnificent canopy.
"The phone says we are on vine street."

The End

“Run!” shouted Kayla.  

“We’re almost there,” screamed Carmen, “I can see it!” The three of them scrambled up the tree. They climbed and climbed until they were just below the clouds. You could see the wave just out in the distance, but it was moving fast.

“Come on,” called Finn, “It will be here any minute.” The trio climbed into the cloud with the others who were lucky. If you can read this you are awesome.

Social Media

I wouldn't say I use social media that much. I check Facebook a few times a times a day for about five minutes. I would say Pintrest is my biggest time sucker when it comes to social media. I am guilty of spending ours scrolling through Pintrest. I check Instagram every few days on my parents phone. I think I could definitely live without social media. One of the items on the list that I am making (you can read about the here) is to media fast for a month. By media I mean TV, movies, social media, and blogs. 

Do you think you could live without social media?

A Poem

For the dreamers dreaming of a different world this poem is for you.
For all the skeptics, the misfits,
for everybody out there who is wandering,
this is for you.

We're the ones who cannot be hushed.
We are with gypsy in are blood.
We're the ones with appetite for adventure.
We are the ones with are head in the clouds. 
We are the dreamers dreaming of a different world.

My dream...

I was hungry, but I wasn't hungry. I kept walking. The change in my wallet jingled at my side. There a surprising amount of traffic, I think there was even more lanes. "How odd" I thought. I just kept walking. A tiny black smart car was one of the many cars parked along the street. A man wearing cargo pants and a black wife beater was ducked in the passenger side with a big gone. I swallowed.

I veered off the sidewalk to a path that ran parallel to the sidewalk, I didn't remember the path being there. I kept walking. I followed path a ways until there were trees blocking the street. That’s when I noticed a brick building right next to me. It looked like how I pictured a community college. There were 5 girls in the front doing yoga.

I kept walking until I came to a tiny street lined with restaurants. I stopped at one to eat lunch. The one I stopped at was decorated in pistachio green. There were only a few booth and it was setup like a Five Guys. I quickly learned that the people who owned it were the same people who owned my favorite pizza place when I was 5 (and lived in southern Indiana, a hour and a half from where I thought I was). My two best friends from Indiana were there to. My one friend’s best friend’s parents owned the restaurant.

I took a forever to order, I finally ordered some chocolate thing. After I finished my chocolate thing I ordered a cucumber hummus sandwich, which is a sandwich, but instead of bread there is cucumber halves. I ate my sandwich at my booth and my old friends showed up. We talked. Fore some reason I didn't find it odd that they were there.

Then I woke up.