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CHAPTER ONE
What things matter most in life? Family? Friends? Your dreams? Does anything really matter? There are things that distract you. There are things that can go wrong. People always say “Follow your dreams.” But what if you do follow your dreams and nothing turns out the way it was supposed to, and you end up worse off than you ever could have imagined? What if things go right? Are you going to be happier, or is that just a cliché? Life would be easier if you knew what to expect, but I guess life isn’t supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to make us think, and work. I wonder if it ever turns out the way people want it to. Or if that is just something people can only dream about.
My name is Vanessa Hayes. Or Va/ne/ss/a H/ay/es, which is my name broken down into groups of two letters. This is what I do. I separate words into groups of two and three letters. Well, not only words, phrases and sentences too. Every time a word or phrase stands out to me, I start breaking it down. If the word can’t be broken down into groups, then I either add letters or take them away so that it can be broken down. But when I take away letters or add them, I have to make sure that when I do, they make sense, and the original word doesn’t form into a different word, or a person’s name. And if I’m in the middle of breaking down something, I have to finish it or it will be nagging at me all day. Also, I have to do all possible combinations of the letters that I can, and if I mess up on one, I have to start all over again. Sometimes this drives me crazy, like when I’m trying to watch a movie and I can’t stop breaking down everything they say. Or when I’m listening to music.
My parents don’t really know that I do this. I’ve told my mom once or twice, but I never really went into it. I don’t know if I’m the only one to do this, I hope there are more people like me. The one time I don’t do it is when I’m playing my instruments. I play baritone and guitar. Once I start playing, my brain only thinks about music, and it doesn’t separate anything. Maybe that’s why I love band so much. Sometimes I worry if I’ll be doing this for the rest of my life, and I get really depressed about it, because this can’t distract me forever. But then I wonder if it would really be that bad if I kept doing this forever. I mean, it would define me from the rest of the crowd right? I do wonder why I do it though.
I decide to get up and get something to eat. As I stand up my left hip hits my side table, I turn around and brush my right hip against the table so that both of my sides did the same thing. Just to keep it even. I guess that is another weird thing that I do. For example, if one of my hands hits something, I have to hit it with my other hand as well. Or if there’s a pen marking on my homework, I have to put one on the other side too, just to make it even. Usually when that happens, though, it ends up in the wrong spot, and I have to do it again, so when I hand in my homework it’s covered in a bunch of little dots, and I get points taken off for it not being neat.
I’m really nervous for school to start. In three days I’m starting ninth grade. High school. I still don’t even have all of my school shopping done. I have all of my supplies, and most of my clothes. I still need some jeans and a sweatshirt though. At least I don’t have to worry about making friends; all of my friends are going to my high school. I go to Brown High School in Seattle. I love it here in Seattle; it’s the best place in the world. I used to live in Colorado, but I hated it. I lived there with my dad, who still lives there. I now live with my mom.
“Honey!” My mom, Kathy, yells from the bottom of the stairs, “I think we should go finish your school shopping!” Usually I would be psyched, but I just don’t feel like it right now. Maybe I should though, just to get it done.
“Do you think we should do it today?” I ask my mom. I always get her opinion for everything, even if I know the answer already.
“Yeah, I do. Where do you want to go?” She asks, even though I’m sure she knows where I want to go. I never shop anywhere but there. There’s this really awesome store downtown called Surfs Up, and it has all these surfer style clothes, and I love it so much. I don’t really like to shop at more than a couple places because then I will have too much of a variety of clothing, which would make me feel very scattered.
“Mom, you know where I wanna go. I’ll be down in five minutes all right?”
“Maybe you want to try somewhere other than Surfs Up for once?”
“Nope! Be down in a minute.” I get my bag ready. I have my sunglasses, my iPod, my cell phone, my book, and my money. I probably won’t need any of it, but I need to bring it along, just in case. My mom buys all of my school clothes, so I don’t have to spend my money on that. Which is really nice I think, because then I can spend my money on CD’s, the only things I ever buy. Or iTunes cards.
When I go downstair
UGH yes, part of it got cut off. She gets diagnosed with OCD. Constructive criticism please? Thanks.
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Answer by Anastasia Cullen
It’s good, and I did enjoy reading it but a lot of people post there stories up here and they get taken. I did love it!
<3 Anna <3
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