s.o.s.

As you know, my friend and I have been writing a book. We're about eighty pages through, and we really need title names! First, I'll give you a background-

The story takes place in winter in a small suburb. Lucy and Kaitlyn Wethers thought they were twins all their life, but it turns out they're not.... It starts was Kaitlyn's biological mother, Victoria, dies. The story talks about their encounters with their mother's ex husband, each other, and the tricky truth that comes with it.

Second, I'll tell you some ideas that we already had.

"The Perfect Distraction"
"The Girl Who Wanders"
"Different Blood"
"The Broken Heart Seeker"
"Broken Blood"
"Every Little Question"
"When We Were Torn"
"I Broke You"
"Isolated" (hahah i know that was the title of my other book but how perf would that be for this?!?!)
"Winter Hearts"
"Persistent Wonderer"
"The Winter Wonderings"
"One Broken Winter"

SO. Please tell me which ones you like or if you have any original ideas. I BEG of you to comment down below with your thoughts/questions/persistent winter wonderings. hahah. pun.

Bye for now!

Forget You

Holy crap, I can't believe I'm telling this story.

Third grade was a relatively  triumphant year. Giraffie made a nice appearance, I learned that the word "diligent" wasn't a pickle- yes, for a few years there I thought "dill" was short for diligent- and was the co-co(-co?) article writer for "Just For Kidz", our class newspaper. However, I think "third grade," and I think... well, this.

In my class, at the end of each week, we would have to bring down the recycling to the bins in the cafeteria as a part of this class program called "Recycling Rangers." Most of the class was assigned a few particular classrooms, and you got assigned a partner. There was an exception of four people, two of whom got to choose their own partners. One of the pairs would walk around with a fancy-schmancy clip board and say who was talking to much and who was doing a good job... recycling. The other pair got to wait downstairs by the big recycling bin in the cafeteria to see if everybody dropped off their recycling. That was the job that everybody wanted, because besides bringing down our class's recycling bin, we basically got to stand there and talk. The person picked for that job got to choose their own partners, so I chose my best friend Emmie.

We made our way down the hallway and started to distractedly maneuver down the stairs.

"Hey, Em... Have you heard that new song by Cee-Lo... 'Forget You'?"

"Yeah! It's really good."

"Right? You see me driving 'round town with the girl I love..."

I glared at Emmie, who was, for some unknown reason, remaining silent. "Don't you like it?" She nodded. "Well, Em... Sing it with me!"

I was a very bossy third grader. So when Emmie had a slightly anxious, maybe... apprehensive look that dawned on her face, I think she could tell that she would have to sing. Her shifty eyes darted around the hallway, and out it came. The both of us belted in the empty staircase:

"I see you driving 'round town with the girl I love, and I'm like, 'forget you.' Ooh ooh ooh!"

On we sang, gripping room 301's recycling bin in our hands, and I swung open the door with moxie.

Before I continue on with the story, let me tell you a little bit about these doors. They're the easy swing push doors, and the windows were at the top, probably about four or five feet high. They also had some sort of a grid pattern over the glass, so some of the things weren't so clear to see.

Anyway, we... no, um. I. Swung open the door, clutching the recycling bin, and...

There was a thud.

Em and I gasped. I hoped so much that I was just hitting another kid with a recycling bin. I didn't open my eyes until I realized that they were squeezed shut.


WHY AM I WRITING THIS? ok. So, hi Nicky. Thank you for making me write this. ahhh

I watched a little boy with brown bangs' face crumple and I felt a pang in my chest. He was going to cry, and I was the source of it. I turned to face Emmie for, umm... last minute telepathy advice? She just shrugged and I whispered what I'd seen on all the Disney television shows: "Let's make a run for it."

I regretted it. The worst was that I thought that nobody could hear me whisper that except for Em, but apparently, Mrs. W.'s shocked face proved me wrong. "Um, no, you are not going anywhere! Take him to the nurse right now!"

I saw trickle of blood come out of his mouth and.... he wiggled a tooth as I widened my eyes in terror.  Did I make him lose a tooth?!?!

Go, I mouthed to Em. She nodded helplessly and ran off past the first grade class with the recycling bin.

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!!!!!!!" I kept saying to the boy. He kept sniffling and making me feel like a fricking idiot.

I made sure the nurse wasn't in the room when I dropped him off and ran off.

And then all the kids in my class kept talking about how I "beat up" this first grader and knocked his tooth out- which by the way, I later found out was just a WIGGLY TOOTH (jesus i hope it was.) and I burst into tears.

So fast forward a year or two, when I was almost a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and I see this brown-haired yellow belt boy who looks oddly familiar. That's right.

It was him...


So let that be a moral to you, kids... um... look through windows before you hit a kid in the face.