x Name is Kaia Tide

x I'm 13. My birthday is the 17th of June.

x I want to be a writer, dancer, and photographer when I’m older. The stories I post on here are ones I’m working on and hoping to get published shortly so your comments are very much welcomed and appreciated. Please do not take any of my characters names, personality’s, or story ideas. They are my own and they all have their own reasons for being written. All of my characters and story lines are COPYWRITTED.

x Don't judge me until you've lived a day in my shoes and know exactly why I act the way I do sometimes.

x I have a bad temper, I'm a smartass, and sarcastic.

x I’m not nearly as mean as I sound once you get to know me.

x I'm single.

x I will always stick up for my friends. My friends are my reason for living. They keep me going. Don't mess with them. If you do we will have a VERY big problem.

x I love to travel and want to go as many places as I can before I die.

x I listen to ALL kinds of music. It's my life. I would die without it. I love blaring my radio and dancing around my room with my friends or by myself. It's an amazing feeling.

x There's nothing worse than when people label others. I'm not a prep, goth, emo, jock or anything else. I'm my own unique person.

x I love sunrises and sunsets along with a night under the stars.

x I would die without the beach. I've been going every weekend since I was 6 months old and will always do so. There's something about it that calms me and makes me feel alive.

x I love Halloween, although New Years is my favorite holiday.

x I've glued my hand to someone else’s. I've danced in the rain and loved every moment of it. I'm extremely ticklish. I've screamed at the top of my lungs. I sing everywhere I go. I love dancing with my friends in the most random places. I love life. Even though it sucks. I love breathing, smiling, laughing, hugging, hitting, screaming, crying. Even when I'm hurting so bad I want to rip my heart out, I still want to live. I want to feel. I hope you can say the same.

x I'm a dancer. For me a day without dancing is a day without living. I may not dance well but the excitement of performing, working my body to it's limit is amazing. The feeling of exhaustion, my feet numb and sore is the only time I'll be satisfied with myself. Dancing keeps me going. It gives me time to think long days through, to express my moods, and to have a passion for something. I dance everyday even if it’s just in my own living room. To watch someone dance is to listen to their hearts speak. I strongly believe it.

x I’m a daughter and a sister, though most of the time I don’t feel like either. I’m the girl who cried the hardest the day you got on that plane - yes, for the entire day. I’m the girl who loves reading. I’m the girl who lied to you about where I was going to be and what I was doing. I’m the one who took a walk with you when we both couldn’t sleep. I’m the one whose bag you puked into. I’m the girl you tried to beat up, then still blamed for it. I am the girl who drinks an entire jug of beer, then orders another one just because you called me a pussy. I’m the girl who stumbled home drunk and fell asleep next to a drain cover in the parking lot. I am the girl that tried to kiss you. I’m the one who forgot to return your book, and then couldn’t find it when I wanted to. I’m the girl you clobbered in your sleep. I’m the girl that falls for her friends. I am the girl that you teased endlessly. I’m the one who laughed at the joke, hardest when the joke was on me. (I kicked myself later.) I’m the girl who cut all my hair off because it was a hot day. I’m the girl you slapped at the bus stop. I’m the girl whose ring you flung away. I’m the girl who stopped going to church, yet prays frantically whenever I’m scared out of my wits. I am the girl who wrote you 17 letters in one day, yet never had the guts to send a single one. I’m the girl who bitches about you all the time, though somewhere inside I know I love you. I’m the girl who drank your beer. I am the girl who started smoking again when I needed to leave you. I’m the one who tried to tell you it wouldn’t work 10 days after wed gotten together. I’m the one you didn’t listen to. I became the girl whose heart you broke. I’m the girl who gets drunk but looks sober. I’m the one who carried you into a cab when you were too sloshed to recognize me. I’m the girl whose lap you puked on. I am the girl who bathed you. I’m the girl who lied for you, who got into trouble for you - do you know that I still hate myself for having done that? I’m that girl who walked to your house in the rain, only to find you weren’t even there. I am the girl who broke your heart. I’m the one who drove your car into a pole and cracked your side-mirror. (I was only 13 then.) I’m the one who ran in 23 minutes late for the exam, then walked out 46 minutes later, already done. I'm the girl who will burst out laughing in dead silences about something that happened yesterday. I’m the girl who brought all the alcohol, and the one who broke that E glass you stole. I’m the girl who’d do anything for you. I am the girl who sprained her back without knowing how. I’m the girl you mothered when that happened. I’m the one that ordered a bucket of KFC just because I wanted the bucket. I’m the girl you kissed when you thought I was asleep.

x Yeah, I’m that girl. Who are you?