In the beginning...

'G aftah' noon all,

I'll give you all a little break at some point, and switch off my constant complaining with something cool. What that will be—I yet have no idea. But in all reality blogs are journals open to the public, so shouldn’t that mean I'm entitled to a little complaining? No—scratch that. Bad question to ask of you. But anyway, I think this blog will be a compilation of everything that flashes through my mind—so beware that it is quite a lot and rather disjointed. Like a rabbit I suppose...

Anyways—I'll get to my point. I go to an online charter school made for kids whose parents yanked them out of public school for one reason or another. The lack of extreme drama sports is nice, however it means contact with other kids is limited. Don’t get me wrong—I'm not complaining. I rather enjoy the flexible schedule. But it means that friends are few and far between. One of my BEST (stress the 'best' please) friends however got yanked out this afternoon to return to public. I can’t tell you exactly why as that I'm not sure, but I just for some reason felt like this afternoon I'd had enough suffering in semi-silence. I don’t want to burden my sparse few other friends with this information as that I can be very dark, cynical and depressing when I lose myself a bit much. So here I am, kicking of my blog with this cheery post not in hopes to draw people back, but in hopes that this may help whoever is out there reading.

I was scratching through some old work of mine (yes--I write) and found this. I've grown rather attached to it recently, and thought sharing it may as well happen sooner than later.

Yours truly,

Ashton Phoenix Holt♥

I was running. Golden beams of light flickered across my eyes as I wove expertly through the wide spread trees. The cool summer morning wind brushed my exposed skin, exhilarating me even further. The trees here were huge—it would take four men with their arms outstretched to wrap around even the smallest one. I held my hands out, touching each bark with my finger tips, leaving little pieces of me behind. And as suddenly as I was here and happy, and free, the cheery golden rays disappeared like someone had closed the sun up in a box for their own personal enjoyment. The night was eerie, and suddenly quite cold. My running came to a stop, as I let the familiarity of the situation sink in. Someone must be here. The words raced through my mind without drawing a line from point A to point B. They simply were there and gone, but yet… I told myself it was not the most unlikely possibility. I turned in all directions, my long black hair whipping with my head. The huge willow trees above had stopped swaying to the happy rhythm of the wind, and all was still. Suddenly my body jerked, like I had been grabbed by a nonexistent force. The scream that shredded my throat carried on…