0ne Whole Year?!?!?

Yes, it has been a year since I started blogging.

Before Miles, I had two other blogs, but I really didn't like them. So, after taking a break from blogging, I returned with this blog. I changed a lot in the past year, so the older blogs didn't really "fit" me.


Honestly, if it wasn't for other blogs, like blogs from my friends Kathryn, Emma, and Maya, I wouldn't be back. They inspired me to start blogging again, and even though I'm still searching for it, find my little place in the blogging community.

It has been an amazing year, and I'm excited to see where I go in another.

Abigail

May.

As of yesterday, it's finally May. May is one of my favorite seasons, mostly because of how cherry everything is, and how you start to realize summer isn't that far away anymore. Happiness seems to everywhere, the pool is about to open at the end of this month, and nature is blooming. Shorts have been out for a while now, and the weather is perfect. The seasons change so fast, yet so slow, somehow. Music streams out of the radio on a sunny afternoon, and your favorite song is on. May is perfect, and even though it's perfection will turn into June, and then on to July, you take a lazy Wednesday after a long and drowned-out day at school, or work, to sit outside with a glass of sweet lemonade, and enjoy the beautiful month of May.

Purple

Purple was my favorite color when I was younger. Everything I had was either purple, or blue, but mostly purple. Even though they say that all little girls love pink, I didn't. Purple was my pink. Purple was magical for me. It reminded me of a lot of things, mostly happy things. It reminded me of spring days, of lollipops and of starry night skies. Though I grew out of my crazy, obsessed purple phase when I was in elementary school, I still always loved purple, even when I started to love azure even more. And what do you know, it happens to be my favorite color right now.

Sometimes, lyrics make the best advice.

139 Cherry Street, Chapter One

                           "If you are lucky enough to be different, don't you ever change."

-Taylor Swift

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 Often, Cherry would sit around, listening to the tip-tap of the rain on the window pane, deep into thought. What would she be when she was older? Would she always be different? Will people remember her for her past, the goods parts and the bad parts? She was a big thinker, but it wasn't always that way. In fact, she   could remember clearly when she used to think to herself. It wasn't that long ago, only one year. It was amazing to Cherry how much she changed in a whole year, but she was still different, to her dismay. One event could change your life forever, she thought, thinking back at those memories. One event could make you into a thinker, a hero, a villain, or anything, really. If only Anttonina didn't leave her green jacket out on the cherry trees that June day, Cherry would've never overheard Quinn, and she would still be a scared, tired little girl, stuck in complete differences. 

 Some people didn't understand Cherry, because of her overwhelming differences. For one, she was the only red head in a family full of jet brunettes, leaving Cherry to still believe to this day that she was adopted. Not only did she have red hair, but the shade was so vibrant, it lead to most people thinking she dyed her hair, even though she hated hair dye and didn't understand it. Another fact that lead her to think that she was adopted was the fact that everyone in her family was a natural math geek, though Cherry hardly could do simple equations.

 Cherry herself wasn't the only thing different in her life, however. Mostly, it was her town, her school, and their cherry trees.

 At Apple Maple, a teeny school for kids and teens as young as pre-K, and as old as Seniors, Recess was granted to all young and old. The only problem was it was hard to find fun when your town in drowned in cherry trees. It was only natural that the students would be allowed to climb them that hour, and yet after the years of students climbing in them, the trees were still healthy as ever.

 Apple Maple also happened to be the top school in the east coast, and most populated. Yet, all of the students had enough room to roam in the teeny school that it was hardly noticeable how many there really were, somehow, and the little town still was as little as ever.

  It was that day, that changing June day, happened to be the first day in the last week of school. Cherry remembered feeling sluggy on that changing Monday morning; with grades and finals to stress about, the talent show, and the sad fact that Charlie was moving, yet again, but this time for good, sat on top of her rounded shoulders, weighing down like monsters growing hungry for sweat. It did happen to be the last week, though, so Cherry placed her best smile on and went in to get the year over with.

 Cherry hardly had a talent for all she thought, for everyone in the whole, strange, town had perfect, star-quality abilities but her. Chrissa was the perfect student, (not that Cherry cared how good-two-shoed her older sister was) there was Anttonina with her drama, both in real life and in theater, and Charlie with that weird video-game talent that he would always use when Cherry and her guy friends went over to her house after school every day for cookies, study hall, and games. According to Anttonina, though, she had "one of, like, the best singing voices ever." Since Anttonina always had to have her way, she made Cherry sign up for the talent show the moment auditions opened.

Cherry, back out of memories, smiled as she sunk down in thought yet again of the time her best guy friend asked about it. "So why did you let her hear your singing voice in the first place?" Charlie asked over the shouting of Tyler and Kevin running away from zombies, back when it was the first time Cherry told him the story.

Cherry giggled. "She came in to my room during my Taylor Swift time, expectantly." Cherry turned around and started to hum Better than Revenge in her mind, just in time to see Kevin stumble down, allowing a zombie to catch up to the terrified gamer.



"Cherry!" Chrissa screamed, keeping Cherry up away from her thoughts, this time for a while. Her sister stood on the edge of Cherry's room and the hallway, with her college papers in her hand. Chrissa was going into her senior year in the fall, and schoolwork was her main focus point, leaving Cherry's time with her into the dust. Her sister stood there for a minute. Ever since the two had gotten into that stupid fight about bubblegum in May, they hardly talked anymore, so Cherry was surprise Chrissa dared to enter her room during thinking time. Slowly and awkwardly, Chrissa asked, "Hey, remember the whole Cherry Street thing?"

Cherry's eyes wandered to the window, as she watched thunder attempted to take out a tree. The storm had gone from bad to worse.

"Yes, I was just thinking about it. Why?"

Chrissa shifted uncomfortably. She glanced at the paper in her hand, and slowly said, "Mr. Jones is giving out extra credit for the person who writes the best news article based on something that happened in the past two years. This could raise my GPA, a lot." Chrissa paused, leaving Cherry to wonder if she would ever care about extra credit for school in the summer. She guessed not.

"I want to write about 139 Cherry Street. Will you help, please?"

Cherry paused for a second, wanting to say no. What happened then was done and gone, and Cherry wanted to forget it. She closed her eyes for a second, and replied.

"Sure."

Pack Up

You never know when one of your online friends is going to pack up and leave, forever, which is why you shouldn't take them for granted. I learned that the hard way, sadly. I miss my friends you did choose to pack up, some of them were my greatest friends ever. I would do (almost) anything just to talk to them again.
In real life, though, you really can't pack up, unless you move away somewhere far. In real life, I have people who I wish could pack up. Sometimes, even I wish I could, and move somewhere just to have a fresh start again. A clean page, a blank canvas, to begin again.
If you pack up online, though, you really aren't getting a fresh start. You have friends online, that would miss you, even though it might not seem like it. (I've seen this happen, too.) I learned to deal with the people who make me want to pack up on here. If you just pack up, you are really letting them win. It will just give them permission to dig deeper and make more people leave, until everyone's gone. Staying might be hard, but just think to yourself, "They don't even know me. These are just lies, and they know it, and I know it, too."

{A Few Random Thoughts of the Day}

I miss everything, from old fads and songs, to my childhood, and two-thousand seven, two-thousand eight, and two-thousand nine, back when I would throw birthday parties for my imaginary friends.

I miss my truest friends; the ones who were bullied off the face of the planet, without a trace. The ones who moved away to a place called paradise. The ones who I will never see again-true camp friends, who made last summer the best ever. What would life be like with them still here now? Why is the same sad moral the survival of the strongest? 

I tend to get sad when fads fade out; even if I hated that fad. I feel horrible that people could just grow out of something like that. Maybe that's why I still like dolls. Anyway, to the point, imagine if you were a fad, if fads had life, and after fifteen minutes, you were forgotten completely? 

Old songs are as good as the new; mostly better. One day these songs you listen to now will be old, and will you still like them then? 

Two-thousand thirteen was supposed to be my year, and it still is. Since then, I learned something completely important; that you can't make years "the best you've ever had." Maybe, if you try really hard, but chances are everything won't play out the way you want it to, and that's okay. 

Quick Updates April 2013

Ignore how messy this blog is, I'm getting it re-done. The background is only for a little while, I got sick of having nothing.

Thanks! :D

// Listen Up, Kids //

Don't ever try to be the girl in fights who I will describe below.


Ever.



There's always that girl in fights who thinks no one can find out who she is while she's using a fake name, who thinks she has the right to do or say anything to others.

I'll admit, I have been "that sneaky girl" online in the past year and a half I've been here, even if some of you don't even know it. Never in this way, though, the way a person like this would. If you are really that insure that you have to fake a personality (if you can't give out your real name online, that's understandable. I happen to be one of those people.) and you just spend your days spamming little girls' blogs, and posts, asking yourself for a fight (because, admit it, no one will just ignore the hate.) What a way to waste a day, trolling little kids.


Remember this lesson,

Signed,

An Honestly Annoyed Internet User

{Someday....}

Someday, I'll live in California...


Someday, I'll meet all of my wonderful cyber friends...


Someday, I'll visit Hawaii...


Someday, I'll be a published author...


Someday... Now we all just have to find a place to start.

Bloglovin

Hey everyone! With followers going away soon on blogger, I decided to make a Bloglovin. Be sure to follow me there!

Thanks!

Cookie-Cutters and Homemades, From the Heart

Cookie-cutters, shaping dough in the same sad way all over again, pretending to hate things that they once loved. They forget the memories, and try their hardest not to make some. Anything mainstream goes, that is until it had it's fifteen minutes. Cookie cutters, just wasting away their same, sad lives, wanting to be normal, wanting to have the same old routine every single day. They complain and argue about their life instead of living it, think nothing, yet everything, of others, and act, so they can win everyone over with their fake, little smiles.

Hands on, hands shaped cookies, loving themselves for a simple thing- just being who they are, listening to the kind of music the cookie-cutters doesn't like. They drink from half-full cups, and will always have their friend's back, no matter if she is a blondie cheerleader or a slightly nerdy nut cookie. Handmade cookies sample the world, and find joy in what they love, no matter what.
So, honestly, which sounds better- a sloppy, imperfect homemade cookie, or a flawless cookie-cutter? If you picked the last, think again. 

The First of Spring.

As the world turns, the first of Spring starts like clean pages turning in a book, waiting for a pencil's lead to press down on their blank canvas, carving it's new beginning. It's all the same as a somewhat different time ago; the currently scribbled on flipped past sheets were once blank, without the chaos and darkness that sat on it now. These new pages promised to be better, though, and there was no reason on earth not to believe them, besides the simple fact that in the past, the others, now ruined, had promised, too. That was gone and through, now, and this very moment would be past soon enough. What would this time bring?


As dew drops form on freshly cut grass, the sun comes around to welcome the new season. The people wonder, "How would this turn out?" Only time will tell, if this first of spring will follow the fate of the last, or if it will try to breakaway from the pattern.

{A Writer's Spoiler Alerts}

Hey everyone, it's Abby. I'm here with an semi-important update for you. Warning, if you rather not be robbed of the joy of having my upcoming series throughout the year be a surprise, than I suggest you don't read on from this point.

Right now I have an upcoming story that will be put shortly in the works. It may be in one or two parts, depending on how long it turns out. For a few clues on theme? Only a true friend would know. ;)

After that, I have an exciting non-fiction comedy series, that I can't wait for. They will be posted whenever I want, but I'm almost done with the first. #Just-don't-be-jammin'-to-that-Nicki-Minaj-or-Justin-Beaver, K?

I'm delevoping the plot for another fiction story that I'm sure everyone will love. Be sure to bring your crowns, and don't expect a fourth-grade level story at that. :P

There's a short story in the works that will sure to add revenge to my blog. It won't be out for a while, though.

I'm also thinking of developing a series I wrote last summer into blog posts for the summer. I really love the storyline and cast of characters in it, but I need to find a way to fit everything in. It's long. :P

Thanks for reading!

T a g . . .

You're it. 

I never actually got tagged from anyone, but hey, I just started this blog. So I tagged myself.
Soon you will find that I love tags. Regular tags, tags with themes...I think it's just such a fun way to introduce yourself online, which makes it a great theme for a second post. 
If you want to try a tag, go for it. I'm not going to tag any certain people. 

Here we go.

1. I'm double jointed, but I can't do gymnastics to save my life.
2. Taylor Swift is and has always been my favorite singer. My favorite song of her's is "You Belong with Me", with "Fifteen", "Our Song", and "Love Story" coming close. 
3. From the last answer, can you guess what my favorite Taylor Swift album is? ;) 
4. Ever since my Hawaiian themed fifth birthday, I have wanted to visit Hawaii. 
5. In real life, I'm sort of shy.
6. I have always loved writing, since second grade when we started writing "real" stories. 
7. The first series I ever wrote was for a second grade graduation project. It was about a back lab puppy and his friend, the persian cat.
8. I'm a lot more comfortable in a fancy dress than wearing sweats. I'm a girly-girl. 
9. I hate the months of March and February. You expect it to be warm, but it never is. 
10. Online, I tend to overuse the smilies xD, :D, and :). I had to stop myself from putting them in my other answers. 

Why?

A lot of you might be wondering "Why?" Why did you close your other blogs? Why did you make this one? Why are you so awesome? (I get this one a lot. :P Just kidding.)  Well, thankfully I'm here to stop the wondering. 

Why did you close Singing in the Rain and Amazing Dolls, Abby? 

Though I still collect them, I don't like blogging about dolls. Amazing Dolls was closed way back in September because I barely had anything to post about. Remember all of those daily games I did on there? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Singing in the Rain was mainly a test blog. Even though it was a huge success (thank you for making it that way) I decided to slightly change Sophia's story, so she never went to Autumn Maple in the first place. Add in how I never had time to make a post (hence her posting about every two months) and the known fact stated above that I just cannot do doll blogs, it was closed last month. 

Why did you make a new blog, Abby? 

Because I could. I wanted a writing blog anyway. 

Why did you change your blogger profile and your name to be like +h!$, Abby?

Because I could. I wanted to stand out anyway, and my profile described the "old" me, if you know what I mean. 

Why "Miles"? 

I don't know. Half of the theme "miles" was based off one of my favorite songs lately (see if you can guess), and I also had an awesome map-thingy background idea in the back of my head.(Thanks Mandy for making it real! :D) I wanted this blog to be a writing blog, but I also wanted to make it about my life with journal entries and such. Writing through the miles seemed right, because sometimes the Internet amazes me of how I can almost directly talk to someone who lives across the country, and have them reply within seconds. Who would think of a thing? Because of the Internet, I can share my writing with the world. 

So there you go, people of the Internet. Your wonderings are vanished, thanks to me.