I'm gonna start posting very soon. I already wrote 2 articles last night, but i hadent have time! I think tomorrow will be the day. Welcome to my blog

today i went joggin this morning and it was the first sunny day in the entire week. thought i'd share. Im about to finish high school and im expecting some test results, that will determine if i go to college or not. im so terrified. My mom says i'll do great but im so nervous i wish i could go forward in time and see my results once and for all. anyway, any comment or advice is welcomed.***

It isnt summer yet or anythin. Just thought of sharing with u this pic i

took in my trip to the mountains

 THIS STORY IS NAMED "WATCH OUT ANA!" PLEASE COMMENT IF U LOVE IT, PLEASE COMMENT IF U HATE IT!! JUST COMMENT CAUSE IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME
"Ana, it’s him on the phone again!!"

Her, with a huge lack of excitement, went down stairs and answered the phone:

-hi Jake

-hi Ana! What’s up?

- (not much since the last call 5 minutes ago) nothing dude

-I can’t help it, I can’t get it out of my head, Ana I love YOU!

-… (SHE WOULD NEVER SAY SUCH A THING BACK, AND TO SUCH A DUDE)

Things had been so strange between the 2 of them lately, mainly because they had been best friends for 2 years, until Jake had a crush on her, and Ana, who wasn’t a very comprehensive or lovely girl, didn't even think for a second in considering his proposals.

So, as Jake was constantly begging for Ana’s attention, sometimes turning irritating, her mind was flying somewhere else. Till one day, without even thinking or even looking back or forward, Ana kissed him, and while she didn't feel a thing, actually, it was a little annoying, for him it was the begging of something, it meant something to him…

Their friendship didn’t change on Ana’s side, but Jake got insane and now he was "stalking" her. Everybody in the family knew this wasn’t Ana’s usual behavior: she barely called somebody, and even if she got phone calls more often than she did them, they were never that many. Until Ana, who wasn’t very tolerant, but impulsive, said what she needed to say:

-You know, Im done with this shit, I’ve got nothing to say to you, don’t you have better things to do? Get a life please; how the fuck did your past girlfriends could take you?

And she hanged up the phone violently. It wasn’t the first time a nice friendship with a guy ended in this kind of fight; actually, she had said almost the same words she said the last time, or the 2 last times?

This kept happening again and again, but she didn’t really gave it much importance. True, she was a lonely bitch, but she still had friends that were there for her.

Her parents and little brother went out to a doctor’s appointment, and she went walking to the nearest café. It was cold as hell, and she sat down drinking a cappuccino. Then a weirdly dressed guy sat next to her, she looked at him and he looked at her, and even though he seemed oddly familiar, she just ignored him. She was used to ignore estrangers that couldn't take her eyes of her. She thought he was a perv, but when he stopped staring at him, she finally looked at him more closely. He was all dressed in black, was paler than a sheet of paper, and skinny, his long, white, bony fingers held a cup of coffee, and she could have told more about him, if it weren't for his big, dark glasses. As in a scary movie, he slowly turned his head to her, and Ana didn't look away, she was expecting him to say something… it seemed like if he was going to speak…. When she heard a loud cry of terror outside the café, looked somewhere else looking for the sound, but the streets were empty, and then looked back... and the man was gone. There, was only his cup of coffee, and a watch.

She stood up quickly and walked towards the counter, and asked the employee:

-did you see the man who was having the coffee next to me?

-What man?

(Her kind laughed, because she felt she was tricking her, and then said, this time, annoyed)

-come on, the dude on the black suit!

-HEY! You have been my only customer in the whole evening.

-But he left his coffee there, half empty!

And after she looked back and pointed at the table, there was no cup of coffee there, besides the cappuccino she had been drinking.

-It’s there something wrong with you? Do you need help? Do you want to call somebody (said the girl, basically insulting her)

As she was walking down the street she saw a familiar face. It was Jake's. But as she expected, he ignored her and kept walking. Wind was blowing impatiently and the way back home seemed longer. Then she saw Jake walking past her again. How? She looked back and saw him walking away from her. "Too much coffee aint going to make me see this shit). But then she tough it was just the regret that rang in the back of her mind, she was beginning to feel sorry about what she said to Jake. Or did she just want him back to keep his heart in her pocket, and take it out and use it whenever she pleased?

Just two blocks from her house she hurried her pace and got home.

I hope u guys liked it!! please comment! if u comment, even if u like it or not, it would mean the world to me :D

(THIS HAS NO TITLE YET. AS THE STORY GOES ON, IM OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS)

I guess thousands of people come here with their tragical stories just to get others to read their inventions. I wish i was one of them. I’m just Laura. 17. Was simply starring at my garden. All the green, the bees, the silence. The silence. THE SILENCE. When suddenly BANG. Just one, clear, perfect gun shot. I closed my eyes and listened to my heart beat crazily. I didn’t want to do this, but i knew what had happened, and i knew nobody else was going to do it. I took my cell phone and walked down the garden to the sidewalk, crossed the street, crossed my neighbor’s garden, and knocked on her door. Without even waiting for a reply, i was about to try to open it, when i felt something sticky under my shoe. It was a tiny little line of blood that after i stood somewhere else, went down the sidewalk and fell in the gutter, where it mixed with all the trash and gasoline spread in the street. I dialed 911.

 I live, I think, I write. I want to be a writer. If u ever read one of my story and u think it sucked, please tell me how much u hate it. If u like anything, tell me how much u loved it. I’m open to suggestions.