Singer Not a Dancer's blog

My feet were burning and my lungs were on fire. They were still chasing after me. The dracs. A ray shot by my head. I barely dodged. My fingers twitched on my gun. I grabbed it, and I pointed it at them. I couldn't shoot it though. I put it back. I've never taught myself to kill. It makes me feel sick just to think about it. I mean, that person was someone's kid. It isn't their fault that they're being controlled. Another shot flew by my face. I heard the footsteps behind me slow down. I finally outran them! I smiled to myself, but I didn't slow down. I heard something in the distance. It sounded like... a BL/Ind vehichle!! Crap. I ran faster. My heart was beating, and my breath was coming in quick short spurts. The van was coming closer. I can't outrun vehichles! My feet statre slowling down against my will. No! The van got closer. It was right behind me. What should I do. My hand reached for the gun. I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed it. I aimed it behind me.

Well, as many of you know (well those of you who have read my last blog) I watched the Hunger Games at midnight this morning. Well, my like only guy friend, Jaiden, watched the movie with my entire family. My mom, dad, brother, aunt, cousin, and sister. After the movie, we were heading over to my house. He was going to stay the night. My dad was like, "Girls, you're sleeping with your mother." And we were like "No way!" And he was like, "Why not?" And he gave us looks that said ,' I don't trust you.' So my sister was like, "It's embarrsing!" And so we got home and he was like "Make sure the door is closed." (My sister and I share a room) So he stayed the night. Today at school, he was like, "Last night, I needed to use the bathroom, but I kinda forgot where it was,and I didn't want to try looking for it and end up your room. I thought your dad was ging to be like 'Get the f*** out of my house!' and go crazy on me." I was laughing so hard.

I'm going to the Hunger Games tonight at midnight!!! It's 10:53 pm!!!!! Why won't midnight come faster?!?! My mom, dad, brother, aunt, sister. and friend are watching it with meh!! I can't wait!

Anxious,
Shooting Star

1. Height: 5 foot exactly!

2. Virgin? Yuuppp

3. Shoe size: I think I'm like 5 in women's. In my shoes it says either: 1,2, or 3

4. Sexual Orientation: i like boys.....so straight..

5. Do you smoke? nope

6. Do you drink? non-alcoholic beverages yes, doesnt everyone?

7. Do you take drugs? Nope

8. Age you get mistaken for: im 13, and nobody has ever tried to guess my age before so... NEXT QUESTION!!

9. Tattoos? Nope

10. Piercings? ears

11. Best friend? Ummm... my sister :D

12. Relationship status: Single

13. Favorite movies: In Time, I Am Number Four, Monsters vs. Aliens. HUNGER GAMES (even though it hasn't come out yet)

14. Someone you miss: Hammy (mysister's dead hamster. Does he count?)

15. Most traumatic experience: hmm... being yelled at in preschool. well the teacher wasn't relly yelling at me but i thought i was in trouble. oops

16. A fact about your personality: dont get me mad. i will get you if you do

Amber's POV:
"What do you... want?" I don't really want to be caught talking with this guy. It would totally ruin what's left of my social ranking or whatever. "I kinda gotta go so.."
"You're not freaked out by me?" I gave him a weird look. What's he talking about? I glanced at Christina. She jerked her head away.
"Ummm... bye, dude." I just turned away. Christina and I quickly walked away from the awkward boy. "What was up with him?"

Amber's POV:
Once my hair was silky smooth, I ran downstairs and grabbed a banana. I guess this will be my breakfast. I ate- scratch that- inhaled the banana. I quickly grabbed my backpack and ran to the door. I was putting on my boots when the doorbell rang. Oh no! It's Christina. I opened the door while puting on my right boot. I was losing my balance, so I quickly pulled it on and left. I locked the door and followed Christina to her car. Her dad was waiting for us in the car.
"Aren't we missing one?" Her dad asked while we were getting in the car. He was reffering to my sister.
"Nope. She's staying with our grandma."
"Ok then." He started the car, and we were soon on our way to school. I tried ti remember what had happened at night. I tried to remember, but a sharp pain erupted in my mind.
"Ow!" They both looked at me with concerned faces.

I'm getting less and less time to post blogs (my fanfic). So the chapters are going to be smaller :/ D: I'm sorry. I'm just so busy. So the chapters are going to be like 14.5. 15 15.5 like that ok? And most of them are going to be kinda boring. They will get better though. I promise! Just wait a bit.

-Shooting Star

Amber's POV:
Why does my head hurt so much? What did I do last night? Did I hit my head? I tried to recall the night's events, but it hurt my head. What's wrong with me? Maybe it's just one of those migranes that pop up for no reasons. I sigh. I guess I have to get up now. Christina's going to be here any minute!! I rumage through my closet and pull out random clothes. I hope they match. I pull the on and go to the bathroom to brush my hair. I brush my hair quickly and part by part. It's easier that way. Once my hair is silky smooth.

Sorry it's short... :/ g2g2 sleep.
-Shooting Star

Christina's POV:
I woke with a bad pounding migrane, my neck was sore. I was laying on something. What is it? I reach under my back and pull out my old teddy puppy, Pupples.
"What are you doing here, Pupples? I thought you were in my closet. Oh well."
"Christina! You have to get up! You're going to be late to school if you don't get up! Remember! We are carpooling Amber today!"
"One sec Mom!" I walked to my closet and pulled an MCR t-shirt and black skinnys. I quickly changed into them and walked into the bathroom. I pulled out a brush and ran through my hair a few times. I've never really cared about my looks. What happened last night anyway? There are dies]d tear marks on my cheeks. I tried to think about it, but my headache got worse when I did. I must be suffering from a bad case of amnesia. Oh well. You know what they say; if you forget about it, it was never really important in the first place. I ran downstairs and got my sweater and backpack on.

Frank's POV: