The Story of A Girl

Let me tell you a story.

A story about a girl.

Her mother was sick and her father was always stressed and often mad at the world.

Her sister had a lifetime Illness and her eldest brother was hardly home. Her youngest brother was a pain in the ass and often misbehaved.

This girl you see, was the mother figure when the parents were away, she got everything organised and made sure that everyone was okay.

While her sister cooked and cleaned the kitchen, the girl would do the washing. Although they fought, the girl helped her younger brother with his homework and watched him as he played. She still wanted him to be safe, each and every day.

Sometimes the family got along, others it fell apart. This girl, she had no consistancy within her family home.

Her school life was filled with drama, the usual for a teenage girl. One of higher academic skills and lesser on the sporting fields. She enjoyed sport and school in general, but her passion lied in acting. A place to be whoever she wanted to be, anyone but herself.

A glimpse of freedom in this hell hole we call our world.

She loved to yell and scream and shout, let go of all emotions. She was good at it. The acting, the drama, she had finally found her niche.

But once she left that drama room, the drama never stopped. She put back on her mask of normality and played a teenage girl. One whose life had nothing wrong. The one who was funny, smart, energetic, confident, kind and care free.

She helped friends with relationships and heartbreaks, ignoring problems of her own. She gave advice on how to cope and manage, yet never took her own advice and refused to even share her troubles.

This girl. She'd return from school, the mask would slowly fade. She would never admit to her sadness. She would keep herself isolated. Locked inside her room. She sated she had "homework" or "studying" to do.

She cried alone in her room and often in the shower. Then she'd cry herself to sleep. Letting go of all that had gone on. The stress of sickness in the family and her fathers common rage. Family hassles not specified as well and school based issues. The homework and the playground drama.Bullying, rumours, relationships, frindships. Everything took its toll.

The girl cried for hours as she lay awake at night.

But had her mother called, or her siblings for that fact. She wuld have gone immediately to their side. On her way she would wipe her eyes, put on her best and brightest smile. And as she listened to them speak, she would listen fully and completely, despite the sleep she hadn't had, to every detail of their story.

She didn't expect thanks or praise. She wanted simply just to make their day or see them smile once again. For she knew if they did... she would do the same.

L.I.F.E

Live It to the Fullest Everyday.

Just think for a second, I'm 16 and in a few years time Ill be 18 & for most of you its the same. We have 18 years to muck up and play the fool but instead we sit down and act grown-up. Growing up will come too fast so get outside and do things you havent done in a while: throw mud at eachother, make cubby houses, climb a tree, get dirty, dont be afraid to look stupid. I live by these rules but being in high school and all, its highly frowned apon to get down in the dirt and dig a hole or just be plain stupid.

You have 18 years to muck around, use it wisely otherwise you will end up with some pretty boring stories to tell your kids and grandkids. Once you hit 18, you are expected to grow up, get a job and house and be able to support yourself in the big world, then where does all the fun go? Yeah sneaking around and stealing cigarettes and alcohol might be fun and getting caught is your only fear but once you turn 18, all that childish stuff is thrown down the drain and its all frowned apon. The only life lessons you learn there is: easy ways to steal things and that gets you put in jail. Whereas the life lessons your suppose to be learning is: jumping off a house can break a bone, dirt doesn't taste the same as when you were 3 or little things like: if you step on a lego piece, it hurts or how long to toast a marshmallow for.

We will then be 20 and then 30 then we are considered old, all the music we used to shuffle to, pump at home, sing along to at the top of our voices to will all be old news. All the bands like One Direction (yes, i am saying it) Good Charlotte and the singers like Justin Bieber, Cody Simpson, Nicki Minaj and Reece Mastin will all be over, they will retire and get on with their lives and as soon as one of their songs are played, you will hear all the little ones screamimg 'turn this old sh*t off'

We are not living to our full potential when we should, our old days are creeping up fast, act young again. Remember how carefree we used to be? How nomatter what we wore, we were all equal? Why cant we just go back to that? It's so much easier.

Bikini Bummer

I was invited to a swimming party when I was about 16. My mother was strict and would only allow me to wear a one piece since there were going to be boys at the party. Mom and I went shopping and finally found a bathing suit we both could agree on in all white. I was amazed at the amount of attention I got from all the guys at the party despite the fact I wasn't wearing a bikini. It wasn't until I went to the restroom and looked in the mirror that I realized that the bathing suit was completely transparent when wet.

Sneak Ways to get his attention

Here are some helpful tips I got from guy about getting their attention;


-“If I'm out at a party, you're going to have to do something special to catch my attention: One way is to come up to me and dare me to do something. I like a challenge!” –Cody


-“Open up after I start talking to you. It might only take a look to get my attention, but you need to be able to hold a conversation to keep it.” –Justus


-“Have a different kind of style—something edgy yet subtle. Try a style from the 70's, a hippie dress or a vintage look, and a guy will notice you.” -Kendall


-“I always notice when a girl smiles in my direction. It’s the most flattering move for both of us.” –Mac


-“If you turn your nerves into humor you've caught my attention andstruck my funny bone! I was once out to lunch with a girl, and she punched me and said, ‘punch buggy, no punch back!’ It was cute. Guys like little things like that." -Craig


-“I look for a sense of character and personality—someone who sets themselves apart from the other girls.” –Hector


-“Guys love a girl who will eat anything without worrying about the calories. If you see a guy at your favorite restaurant, make sure to sit right across from him and order something big!” –John


-“Wear something that stands out a little, like a bright color. Guys like to see a girl’s sense of style.” –Mat

Confidence

Yeah I know this is some of the corny stuff, like those really typical 'inspirational advice' blogs or twitters, but I find some of this advice can help;

- I've noticed that if you walk with your head up high and shoulders back, you feel great about yourself and others think you look great. How you feel about yourself is visible to others whether you think it is or not;  Making eye contact, smiling, and having good posture definitely reads 'I'm here, and I'm fabulous!'

-Confidence is within, and it comes from believing in myself, and knowing that I am beautiful, and that all my dreams CAN come true. Confidence started with loving and appreciating yourself

-Wake up each morning with a positive thought in mind. Instead of looking in the mirror and naming all the negative things, pointing out things I don't like about myself, I point out things I like about myself. I'll also write myself little notes next to my bed that inspire me.

-Always having a small goal in the back of my mind of what I want to accomplish

-I always wear something that I feel good about and that I know I look great in. It helps me feel extra-confident.

-To boost my confidence, I don't wear any makeup. I know it sounds backwards, but that way you look like you all the time. Makeup is OK for making you look extra-special, but you shouldn't draw yourself a new face. Embrace what you have!

"I slipped the waiter my number"

“I was at dinner with my friends and our waiter was super hot. I flirted with him every time he came to our table and we talked before I left, but he didn’t ask for my number. Walking to the car, I felt bummed. But instead of letting the opportunity slip away, I wrote my name and number on a card and went back into the restaurant and gave it to him. I told him I thought we should hang out or get coffee sometime. He texted me later that night!"

The Significance of Jocks

So today in class we were watching a film, when it finished we did some work on it. First when filling out our worksheet our teacher was talking about symbolism and suggesting ideas for us, her big suggestion that she told u to write about was the significance of the boys jocks in the movie, we were all like wtf? I'm not sure what she was getting at....