My Sibs

I have a brother and a sister. I love them very much. We get along freakishly well, most likely because of the age difference. My brother is five years younger than I and my sister is nine years younger than me. Both of them are more mature than I was when I was their age. Both are excepting of my strangeness. When I mentioned to them that I was possibly going to college far away they cried. It made me rethink ever leaving them. I do not know who I will do it. The search for a well suited college is going fine but I doubt that I will be closer than 6 hours away from them. Which makes me sad. My brother and sister will always be the base of my life. They will always be in my life. I tell them everything that is age appropriate about myself. I truly enjoy being in their company. Whether it be taking my brother to soccer practice or watching my sister dance. They always come to cheer me on at a cross country or track meet. We could spend eternity together.

Who I am in a nutshell

The ever pressing question in high school is "who am I?" Every person knows who they are- we are just in denial. We all want to be the popular girl, who laughs at the right times, who has cash to spend, who is attractive to everyone. Lets face it- every single girl has a unspoken dream of walking down the hallway and seeing the boys head's pivot to follow her silhouette. To be unobtainable and to be unmatchable. To be a challenge. Then there is the dream of being the klutz of the world, of being a unnoticed beauty- a flower waiting to be picked. To be seen by the most popular boy in the school. Boy meets girl, Cinderella story, game over. When we ask the question "Who am I?" we know the answer, but it often is not the one we wish to receive.
Because I asked the question I shall answer it myself. "Who am I?" Well... I am a girl much loved by her family. At social occasions you will either find me at the center of a laughing hoard, or in serious discussion on the edge. I am not a "wild beauty" or anyone who would make boys heads turn, but I am not ugly, mirrors do not crack when I walk past or anything. If anything, the boys turn because they have something to say (most likely mockery) to me. Not because they want to check me out.
I am plain, there is nothing too special about me. But I am OK with that because there is nothing wrong with being plain. I like looking at the stars and reading books. I enjoy singing (terribly off key) and feeling the wind on my face. I think the reason I have friends and how I get along with so many different people is the fact that they are drawn to the simplicity of me. I do not want to hurt, I want to listen and be listened to, I want to feel true and bold feelings. The biggest misuse of the word "plain" is when it is paired with the word "shy". I am not modest in either my speech or (as many who know me know) my actions. Why not live life freely if you are plain?
I have many answers about myself. I am not afraid to have faults. I am like any other teenage girl, in the direct point of wanting to be romanced by a tall, wavy haired boy. I think I am quite similar to those around me and people are drawn to this pact of familiarity. I have to points of mystery in me besides the fact that I am a woman and all women are mysteries. I am plain and true. In the busy and complex world someone who is plain stands out.

a fresh begining

I realize i can be whoever i want to be on this blog and no one will know... I feel like a mystery but i am a girl so this is not a foreign feeling.