I know I posted about this earlier, but I have begun to write my novel. For those of you that are wondering, I am writing about an American family who adopts an African teen with AIDS and how that affects their family/other child. I am really excited and I hope to share more down the road!

-BellaAnne27

Pre-school was 3 days a week fromm 9:00 – 12:00. On some days after school I had ‘orph’ where we learned how to sing and shake moraccas. On days when I had orph me and my cousin would go to the local store and get icecream. I remember walking down the sidewalk holding her hand and humming. My mother would walk behind us and we’d enjoy the sun and the good company. Some days were to cold for ice cream and some didn’t have the company of my cousin. It was on these days that I turned to the company of a big yellow bear and The Hundred Acre Woods. Pooh was my constant companion. He was there when my cousin couldn’t be. Pooh belonged to Christopher Robin, but Christopher was very good at sharing so Pooh was our bear. Even today when I feel sad or sick I know Pooh will be there to comfort me.

Run away

with me.

We’ll be beautifully

in love.

No one will ever

Find us.

Let’s,

let’s run away.

CLICK:  05 Come Away With Me

This song is by Norah Jones; she is amazing!!! I thought the song went

well with my post. Enjoy!!!

Do you ever feel like you said something and it came across the wrong way? These are the things that keep me up at night. I feel as though I have said something and it has changed someone’s opinion of me in a way I would not have hoped. I never want anyone to think of me poorly, but there are sometimes where I don’t mind if someone does, not everyone is going to like me. However, I feel as though there is someone who thinks of me poorly and I wish they wouldn’t, but I only have control over so much.

I have been introduced to a new website this week www.nanowrimo.com . If you love writing, this website is for you!! NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to complete and submit a novel within the month of november. Even if you don’t make the deadline or have never written a novel before the website gives encouraging pep talks as well as writing ideas, help and prompts. I am hoping that even if I don’t finish within the month I will greatly improve my writing skills. I encourage you to check out the website!

www.nanowrimo.org

-BellaAnne27

The soft flakes

are never alike.

Snow comes down, down, down.

Snow is a symbol;

a symbol of winter

and all that winter brings.

What does winter bring you?

Pumpkins mean that fall has officially begun. At my house, we are famous for our harvest pumpkin bread. To me, pumpkin bread symbolizes the start of a new season. The flavors include nutmeg, cloves, and cinnamon, which are just the spices needed to add the sensual ambiance of fall. I would love to share a pic of the famous bread, but unfortunately it… is… all…gone…

Reading is beautiful.

The feeling of transportation

is something I will never

take for granted.

It is otherworldly to experience

a life that is not your own.

The crinkled pages

the way it smells,

sounds,

feels.

To read is to love,

to dare,

to be yourself

in what you choose

to read.

For the past two years I have been a part of The Rocky Mountain Children’s Choir. I really enjoy singing and this choir is very helpful on technique as well as the overall sound of your voice. Yesterday I had choir. We were singing los reyes del oriente and my choir director, lisa, informed us that someone was singing the notes wrong. Joking, she leaned over, and says “who is it?” and then chuckles. We begin to sing the song again and as soon as Lisa stops the singing the boy sitting next to me screams “Its HER!!!” while pointing at me “It’s HER, HER, HER, HER!!! Lisa it’s that one, it’s HER!!!” I could feel every bone in my body heating up. I couldn’t believe this boy would say that! I turned to him and realized he was still screaming that it was me. “It wasn’t me” I told him, knots in my throat. He continued with his conviction, then Aida says “It’s not her, Connor”. He doesn’t listen. Siri tells the boy that it’s not my fault and then I lean over and tell him to please stop. I was in shock for the next few minutes. It was so embarrassing!!! I will forever be thankful to Siri and Aida for sticking up for me.

Who am I?

I am a girl. I live here. I have a dog named Daisy. I have two parents and a sister. I am in 8th grade. I hate to crack my knuckles. I have blonde hair. I go to a private school. But there’s something else. Deep down inside myself I have a sense of who I am, a sense of self, home, and safety that only I can define as me. Ask deep down inside yourself, who are you?