Whatever it Appears to Be
Disclaimer: What I will try to write on this site is a sort of autobiography, and for protection, people will be given either changed names or letters for their protection. I would like to thank a fellow member of the community in giving me a possible spark in this sort or relief that I require. All fictional characters used along the way are not owned by me, but by their respective owners, authors, corporations, etc. I do not wish to use this for no other than personal use in a public community. That being said, I would also like to pardon if my sentences, ideas, and stories tend to jump around a bit. This being fragments of my mind, I have no choice but to capture these moments as if they were dreams.
Ch.1 Where to Begin
Today, well dark morning more like it. I write this. Knowing I have homework, yet not able to complete it. I was thinking of using a video website to chronicle my stories, but seeing that I do not like my own voice recorded electronically, I will avoid it as much as I can. I've been told I have a way with words, both verbally and writtenly. I will write words that only make sense with me, since it's how this peculiar, dark, light, and sometimes twisted mind functions. It's raining tonight, possibly tomorrow as well. The rain is such a fantastic power. Along with lightning and thunder, nature is both revered and feared. One time a lightning bolt hit so close to our house, all the cars in the block had their alarms turned on, blaring and beeping.
My word play wasn't discovered until my senior year; I hated English. I disliked Shakespeare, and unfortunately, get annoyed easily with British culture. I do like British artists, and some things about Britain, but when you have a sister who would rather be British than Mexican, and talks about assimilating to European culture, it gets rather annoying. My English Teacher, Mr. J, was a musician as well, who performed at my school's talent show. The lyrics got to me, being how emotionally wrecked I was my last year. He had been able to get to me more than eleven years of English teachers put together. I thank him for that, and if I am once proud and successful, I would like to meet him one day and thank him for his help in my life.
Most people were looking for fictional characters and alternate versions of the fiction they know and love. Like I said, it's more of a autobiography, and they will appear sometimes. For now, this will be tonight's entry. I will try to add everyday. Unless this gets erased or blocked for not being too fanfiction like. If not, I'll try another site to post myself in. Good night