Friday, October 25, 2013

Home alone

Hi guys!!!!! I'm a homeschooled teenager and my mom makes me create story's with my vocabulary words and I am going to start putting them on here.

Thanks! P.s. I'm just writing whatever comes to my mind, so no hate <3
P.P.S. if a word is underlined like this, that means it is one of my vocab words


                        Home alone
One day in the middle of Texas, Mr. and Mrs. Perry left their two children home alone, because they had to go to work. Their two children were named Samantha and Samuel, they were identical twins and were both called Sam by their friends, so that was a bit confusing. Well, their house had an eerie feeling to it when they were the only ones home, so they began to play a game. But their game was suddenly interrupted when they heard a large thump on the roof. Samantha's curiosity was piqued by the sound, though she knew she was to not go outside. Samuel was probing her though, and she decided to go up. She clambered onto the roof and found a cube of a metal she had never seen before, it was neon yellow and looked as though it was glowing. Sam realized it had attached itself to her parents roof, so she tried to detach it. After at least five minutes of trying, it finally came loose, the part that was attached to the roof was ruptured, so it was easily removable. Samantha took the object inside and her brother and herself both pulled the outer armor off of this unknown thing, inside was a sphere of neon pink, and it was completely unscathed. The twins could not fathom how this mystery object got on to the to of their three story house, but they then put together the puzzle pieces. Unknown glowing neon metal, it falling onto their very high house and attaching itself there. This was and alien object...
                                           To be continued...

The biggest decision I'll ever make.

The biggest decision I'll ever make. Ever.

Hi!!! This is my first blog! Yay!
Well I'm a Homeschooled teenager and I've been thinking about what job I want to have when I become an adult and move out of the house. I have no idea who I'm going to marry,
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or where I'm going to live or anything, but I have been thinking about this subject in particular.
My mom says I should become a doctor, because I'm the only one in the family who isn't grossed out by blood and guts (not to gross you out, haha.)Image and video hosting by TinyPic

Then my grand parents want me to be a lawyer
(but my grandma says my OCD would get in the way.)


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Though, to be honest, I want to be a country singer like Taylor Swift, I just think it would be great!
 I mean, I have a good voice and all...











But anyways I have to think about being home with my future family, you know actually being there for them when they came home from work and school.
But I also have to think about money benefitsImage and video hosting by TinyPic
and what I really want to do, I'm not the kind of person who settles for something that I don't want with all my heart, even in silly situations.

For example, when my family and I go to the store, I make sure the cereal I get is really what I want.
I have a lot of allergy's, such as corn syrup, coconut oil, and latex. So that makes it hard to choose anything, from band aid's, to desserts, to some packaged food.

But, anyways, do you see my struggle?

It's always hard for me when someone asks, "What do you want to be when you're older?" 

My heartbeat starts getting faster, I look down, knowing practically everyone else my age knows what they want to be, 

"Ummmm , I don't really know."

Their reply's are always some form of oh, okay, bye.

 It' always really discouraging when someone asks that, but I don't know why. I guess it just makes me realize that I might not even get any of the jobs I want, but I sure have a chance if I study and get good grades.

Well, I hope you liked my first entry. Thanks for reading!!! 

Love, Taylor