Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I changed my wallpaper!! Yay!! Soz if you liked the other one, but I was getting SOOOO sick of it. Since I'm moving to New York, my old house had a gas stove with any memories(Like the time I nearly light the entire room on fire by trying to make grits, how my stepdad nearly set the whole HOUSE on fire cause he forgot to turn off the burner, etc) and I wanted to have a little piece of my old house that I loved so much and I didn't want to forget all the times we had. My gas stove was my best friend :) Jeez I'm gonna start crying ;( This is the saddest thing I've ever posted
Cousin
My cousin is Macey Willington you guys should go and check out her page called Life With Me Macey. It is really good and she is about to post a new blog post. Bye!
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I Hate The Way I Love You Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see a boy with platinum-blond hair that looked my age. I did a bridge.
"Thanks," I said, upside down. I walked over to him on my hands and stood back up the right way once I was in front of him.
"I'm Haley," I said, doing two backhand springs in a row.
"I know. I'm Draco," he said. I did a handstand.
"So, Draco. Are you going to tell me why you're down here at this hour or are you just going to stare at my flexibility?" He blushed. It was cute.
"Well, I, couldn't sleep on the first night here because its a different bed, so I decided to come down here and I saw you." I did a split. "So, Haley, what are you doing down here at this hour?"
"Same answer as yours. I couldn't sleep, I was bored out of my mind so I just came down here," I said. He sat on the couch. I did a back walkover, and I was tired of doing gymnastics after that, so I sat back down on the loveseat.
Draco was pretty cool. He had so much in common with me it was like he was my long lost brother or something. But something about him just made me feel so... happy. I was just so happy around him, for no particular reason. Well, no reason that I knew yet.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I was just really happy after that, but not hyper. Just happy. I felt like I could do anything.
I got two hours of sleep. Its not that bad, I usually don't get any sleep back home.
Once I woke up at 7:20, and since classes start at 9:00, I took a shower and washed my hair with my strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioned my hair until it was as smooth as a river. I got out of the shower and put on my Slytherin robes. It was now 8:00, and everybody seemed to be getting up. I put on my white flats and my green backpack with everything I needed in it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. I went into the Great Hall and hardly anybody was there. But my brother was.
I walked over to him and sat across from him at the Gryffindor table. "Hey," I said. He looked at me from his plate.
"Hey." He smiled, and I smiled back.
"This is... pretty crazy, isn't it?" He nodded, agreeing.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Pretty good, you? I know you usually can't sleep in a different bed." he said.
"Yeah, I know. I got two hours, but its not the worst, right?" Then, a red headed boy appeared behind Harry.
"Um. You're, uh.. Haley, right?" he stuttered. I nodded. "What are you doing here?" Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me.
"Um, talking to my brother?" It seemed more like a question than a statement, but wasn't it obvious?
"Well, can you leave?" I raised an eyebrow. My brother may be more famous me, but people can't talk to me like that.
"I can. I just choose not to," I said cheekily. Harry chuckled. The redhead rolled his eyes.
"No wonder you're in Slytherin," I heard him mutter. I sighed.
"You know what, Red? Fine. I'll leave. Clearly, I'm not welcome here," I said standing up. "I'll talk to you later Harry." I got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I turned around to see a boy with platinum-blond hair that looked my age. I did a bridge.
"Thanks," I said, upside down. I walked over to him on my hands and stood back up the right way once I was in front of him.
"I'm Haley," I said, doing two backhand springs in a row.
"I know. I'm Draco," he said. I did a handstand.
"So, Draco. Are you going to tell me why you're down here at this hour or are you just going to stare at my flexibility?" He blushed. It was cute.
"Well, I, couldn't sleep on the first night here because its a different bed, so I decided to come down here and I saw you." I did a split. "So, Haley, what are you doing down here at this hour?"
"Same answer as yours. I couldn't sleep, I was bored out of my mind so I just came down here," I said. He sat on the couch. I did a back walkover, and I was tired of doing gymnastics after that, so I sat back down on the loveseat.
Draco was pretty cool. He had so much in common with me it was like he was my long lost brother or something. But something about him just made me feel so... happy. I was just so happy around him, for no particular reason. Well, no reason that I knew yet.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I was just really happy after that, but not hyper. Just happy. I felt like I could do anything.
I got two hours of sleep. Its not that bad, I usually don't get any sleep back home.
Once I woke up at 7:20, and since classes start at 9:00, I took a shower and washed my hair with my strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioned my hair until it was as smooth as a river. I got out of the shower and put on my Slytherin robes. It was now 8:00, and everybody seemed to be getting up. I put on my white flats and my green backpack with everything I needed in it. I put my hair up in a ponytail and walked downstairs. I went into the Great Hall and hardly anybody was there. But my brother was.
I walked over to him and sat across from him at the Gryffindor table. "Hey," I said. He looked at me from his plate.
"Hey." He smiled, and I smiled back.
"This is... pretty crazy, isn't it?" He nodded, agreeing.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Pretty good, you? I know you usually can't sleep in a different bed." he said.
"Yeah, I know. I got two hours, but its not the worst, right?" Then, a red headed boy appeared behind Harry.
"Um. You're, uh.. Haley, right?" he stuttered. I nodded. "What are you doing here?" Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me.
"Um, talking to my brother?" It seemed more like a question than a statement, but wasn't it obvious?
"Well, can you leave?" I raised an eyebrow. My brother may be more famous me, but people can't talk to me like that.
"I can. I just choose not to," I said cheekily. Harry chuckled. The redhead rolled his eyes.
"No wonder you're in Slytherin," I heard him mutter. I sighed.
"You know what, Red? Fine. I'll leave. Clearly, I'm not welcome here," I said standing up. "I'll talk to you later Harry." I got up and walked out of the Great Hall.
Monday, July 29, 2013
I Hate The Way I Love You Chapter 1
Name: Haley True Potter
House: (you'll see)
Blood: Pureblood
Parents: Lily Potter and James Potter
Siblings: Harry Potter
Personality: Funny and really kind. Has a good temper and is patient. She can be a hard to handle sometimes because of her insecurity and shyness. She loves to laugh and inspire. Many people look up to her and see her as someone who is going to get somewhere. Has a dream of being a singer, but she never tells anyone because she doesn't want to be judged. She's the type of person everybody loves. It's hard not to love her, but she has many secrets. She hates seeing people fight or people cry. When someone cries, she cries too. Haley also has a soft spot for animals.
Appearance: Soft blond hair and nobody knows why its blond, stone grey eyes that aren't her mothers or her fathers, their just hers, like the hair. She doesn't think of herself as pretty or beautiful, even though she really is. Has a scar on her left shoulder.
Love interest: Draco Malfoy (duh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhh)
Picture:
Chapter 1
"Potter, Haley," Professor McGonagal said. My name echoed across the halls; there was no sound. No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed. I felt like a freak or someone from another planet. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was on me.
The professor placed the hat on my head stiffly. I gripped the edges of the wooden stool until I realized my knuckles had turned white.
"I knew I would be getting you soon, Miss Potter," the hat said. I bit my lip.
Still feeling like a freak.
"Well, if it helps, we're all freaks in some way," the hat whispered quietly so nobody could hear but me. I guess that did help. "Hm. She's a tough one. A strong mind, I see, and bravery. Yes, lots of it. And I see pride... you're cunning, yes, very cunning... But where to put you? Hm... Has to be... SLYTHERIN!!!" the hat yelled. The Slytherin table burst in applause, and everybody there stood up, clapping and cheering. I walked over to the table cautiously, because the people I met on the train didn't seem to like this house. What was wrong with me?
I sat down next to a girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiled at me, and I gave her a small smile back.
"Hi. I'm Jennie Presley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Haley."
"You're in first year?" she asked. I nodded. She said she was too. This was a fairly nice girl.
Harry was next. He almost got sorted into Slytherin, and I flipped out when he got Gryffindor. Flipped. Out.
I caught his eye right before he sat at the table. His eyes said everything. Everything. He was surprised. And scared. And confused. And upset. And I felt the same way.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I shared a room with Jennie, Rebecca Laurence, and Abby Smith. They were very nice girls from what I heard about Slytherins. But, then again, they're the only people in Slytherin that I've really talked to.
I was lying on my bed in my dorm. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling. I checked my watch, it was 12:30. I tried sleeping, but I wasn't used to this bed, and everything seemed to be so complicated. I was so bored I was ready to kill myself, so I grabbed my favorite book called Romeo and Juliet and walked downstairs to the common room, getting lost a few times.
I sat down on the loveseat, and read my book until I felt like my eyes were bleeding. I check my watch again and it was almost three in the morning. I groaned, throwing the book aside and rubbing my face. I decided to do some gymnastics.
Although I lived with my cruel aunt and uncle, Dudley had a thing for me. I know. Gross. But because of that, they didn't treat me the way they treated Harry. They treated me like a daughter. The good things that happened to Harry only happened because I talked to them. Whenever something weird happened around me they would either blame it of fate, their losing their minds, or that Harry did it. But I always said I did it and stood up for him so he didn't get a punishment he didn't deserve. I took gymnastics for as long as I could remember, and I love it.
I stretched and did a back hand spring and a back walkover. Then I did a cartwheel, a 1 hand cartwheel, then a no-hand cartwheel. I guess you could say I was showing off but I was really bored and I wasn't tired. Then I did a back flip and a standing back handspring, then I did split pushups which are very hard.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I got up and turned around to see...
Hahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, you're probs ready to kill me. Next cha;pter will be up today! :)\
-Christina
House: (you'll see)
Blood: Pureblood
Parents: Lily Potter and James Potter
Siblings: Harry Potter
Personality: Funny and really kind. Has a good temper and is patient. She can be a hard to handle sometimes because of her insecurity and shyness. She loves to laugh and inspire. Many people look up to her and see her as someone who is going to get somewhere. Has a dream of being a singer, but she never tells anyone because she doesn't want to be judged. She's the type of person everybody loves. It's hard not to love her, but she has many secrets. She hates seeing people fight or people cry. When someone cries, she cries too. Haley also has a soft spot for animals.
Appearance: Soft blond hair and nobody knows why its blond, stone grey eyes that aren't her mothers or her fathers, their just hers, like the hair. She doesn't think of herself as pretty or beautiful, even though she really is. Has a scar on her left shoulder.
Love interest: Draco Malfoy (duh duh duh duuuuuuuuhhhhhhh)
Picture:
Chapter 1
"Potter, Haley," Professor McGonagal said. My name echoed across the halls; there was no sound. No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed. I felt like a freak or someone from another planet. Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall was on me.
The professor placed the hat on my head stiffly. I gripped the edges of the wooden stool until I realized my knuckles had turned white.
"I knew I would be getting you soon, Miss Potter," the hat said. I bit my lip.
Still feeling like a freak.
"Well, if it helps, we're all freaks in some way," the hat whispered quietly so nobody could hear but me. I guess that did help. "Hm. She's a tough one. A strong mind, I see, and bravery. Yes, lots of it. And I see pride... you're cunning, yes, very cunning... But where to put you? Hm... Has to be... SLYTHERIN!!!" the hat yelled. The Slytherin table burst in applause, and everybody there stood up, clapping and cheering. I walked over to the table cautiously, because the people I met on the train didn't seem to like this house. What was wrong with me?
I sat down next to a girl with dark blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiled at me, and I gave her a small smile back.
"Hi. I'm Jennie Presley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Haley."
"You're in first year?" she asked. I nodded. She said she was too. This was a fairly nice girl.
Harry was next. He almost got sorted into Slytherin, and I flipped out when he got Gryffindor. Flipped. Out.
I caught his eye right before he sat at the table. His eyes said everything. Everything. He was surprised. And scared. And confused. And upset. And I felt the same way.
.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.:*:.
I shared a room with Jennie, Rebecca Laurence, and Abby Smith. They were very nice girls from what I heard about Slytherins. But, then again, they're the only people in Slytherin that I've really talked to.
I was lying on my bed in my dorm. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling. I checked my watch, it was 12:30. I tried sleeping, but I wasn't used to this bed, and everything seemed to be so complicated. I was so bored I was ready to kill myself, so I grabbed my favorite book called Romeo and Juliet and walked downstairs to the common room, getting lost a few times.
I sat down on the loveseat, and read my book until I felt like my eyes were bleeding. I check my watch again and it was almost three in the morning. I groaned, throwing the book aside and rubbing my face. I decided to do some gymnastics.
Although I lived with my cruel aunt and uncle, Dudley had a thing for me. I know. Gross. But because of that, they didn't treat me the way they treated Harry. They treated me like a daughter. The good things that happened to Harry only happened because I talked to them. Whenever something weird happened around me they would either blame it of fate, their losing their minds, or that Harry did it. But I always said I did it and stood up for him so he didn't get a punishment he didn't deserve. I took gymnastics for as long as I could remember, and I love it.
I stretched and did a back hand spring and a back walkover. Then I did a cartwheel, a 1 hand cartwheel, then a no-hand cartwheel. I guess you could say I was showing off but I was really bored and I wasn't tired. Then I did a back flip and a standing back handspring, then I did split pushups which are very hard.
"Wow. You really know how to move." A voice behind me said. I got up and turned around to see...
Hahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, you're probs ready to kill me. Next cha;pter will be up today! :)\
-Christina
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Wedding
HEY HEY HEY!! Summer solstice! Longest day of the year! My mom's getting married today to my stepdad, Austin (he's a pretty cool dude, btw)
Anyways, wish us luck! Oh my gosh, we have a HUGEEE family, its going to be SO crowded. Whatever, I'm going to be singing and playing me ukulele to a song I wrote called Mine. I'm going to be playing it when my mom walks down the aisle. It's going to be so much FUNNN!! There is gonna be so much FOOD :) Have a nice June 21st 2013, everybody!! <3
Anyways, wish us luck! Oh my gosh, we have a HUGEEE family, its going to be SO crowded. Whatever, I'm going to be singing and playing me ukulele to a song I wrote called Mine. I'm going to be playing it when my mom walks down the aisle. It's going to be so much FUNNN!! There is gonna be so much FOOD :) Have a nice June 21st 2013, everybody!! <3
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Louis Tomlinson Imagine
Louis passed me in the hallways, not even taking a second of his day to look at me. I knew he hated me, I knew it with everything I had. He ignored me so much it was almost like a reflex, and when he wasn't ignoring me, he was insulting me. I turned and looked at his broad shoulders, swaying back and forth casually. I felt my eyes fill with tears as I slid down my locker, head in my hands.
To be honest, my love life wasn't all that bad, if you don't include Louis. I've been cheated on only twice, but I got over it in a month max. Jocks always whistled at me, I was a cheerleader, but sometimes it got annoying. Whatever, I have never really been in love with anyone else but Louis. Sad, right?
I sobbed into my hands. Why did he have to treat me like this? Why was I in love with him so much? Why can't I just stop? It would be much less painful if you just cut my heart out of my chest.
"Hey, Courtney? What's wrong?" My best friend, Olivia, rushed over to my side, sitting down next to me.
"What did I do for him to hate me so much? It's so painful, Livvy," I cried. Olivia was the only one who knew about my love for Louis. She sighed, putting her arm around me and rubbing circles in my back.
"He's such an idiot, Courtney. You shouldn't cry over him," she comforted me. I continued to sob into my hands.
"I wish he would just - I don't know. I just don't know anymore." I sobbed. She sighed again, wiping away my tears.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," she said angrily, and before I could stop her, she got up and ran after Louis. I was suddenly wide awake, and I ran after her, hoping she wouldn't do this. I couldn't have Louis finding out what I felt. It was pointless; he would never in a million years feel the same. It wasn't worth embarrassing myself.
"Louis Tomlinson!!" Livvy yelled. He turned in confusion and saw her storming angrily towards him.
"Yes??" he said obnoxiously. I ran up behind Olivia, covering her mouth with my hand as fast as I could. I jumped in front of her and gave Louis a nervous smile.
"Nothing, nothing... um, go back to uh..." I stuttered stupidly. He coldly laughed.
"Ignoring you?" he answered me, snarling, "Gladly." And he turned and waltzed away like he owned the world. It was so hoottttt.
"What the hell, Olivia!!" I screamed at her as soon as it looked like Louis was out of earshot. "What were you going to tell him?!"
"To stop being mean to you! Or, something similar to that, I guess..." her voice trailed off, then she looked me in the eyes and continued. "Look, he means everything to you. He, like, completes you or whatever. But, Courtney, you don't mean anything to him!! I hate to say it, but you've been fighting the truth for this long, and it's not healthy-"
"You know whats not healthy?! This entire situation! I'm in love with him Olivia! I can't help that, okay?! I've tried everything to get him to notice me for five years, I've cried myself to sleep every single night because I know, I know I mean nothing to him, I know it with everything I have and I don't know what I possibly did for him to hate me! He is my everything, okay? I admit it! But guess what? I'm nothing to him! And obviously, that's old news! Thats not healthy!" Tears were streaming down my face as I turned around in anger and sadness, bumping into the person I least wanted to see right now.
"No," I kept muttering.
"Did - did you really - mean that?!" Louis stuttered. This was the first time I heard him stutter. He always acted to confident, so carefree, all the time. Well, except now.
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH HE JUST HEARD ALL THAT NO NO NO NO NO!!!
"Um... uh... you see... Oh, this is hopeless. You hate me, you heard all that, call me an idiot. Yes I did mean that, I've meant it for five years. Happy now, Louis?" I sighed, turning and walking away from him, trying my best not to cry my eyes out.
"Wait, Courtney!" I heard him yell after me. I didn't turn, but I felt him force me to. I opened my eyes to see his face, concern written all over it.
For a second, I thought I felt another pair of lips on mine. My eyes went wide, and I focused on what was happening to me.
Louis.
Tomlinson.
Is.
Kissing.
Me.
I immediately kissed back. He pulled away after a few seconds.
"I love you too. I always have. I didn't know how to express my feelings, so I was mean to you, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Courtney." He whispered. I was shocked.
"I forgive you." I whispered. He took me in his arms, and I dug my head into the crook of his warm neck.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Courtney?" He whispered. I smiled, then happily agreed.
To be honest, my love life wasn't all that bad, if you don't include Louis. I've been cheated on only twice, but I got over it in a month max. Jocks always whistled at me, I was a cheerleader, but sometimes it got annoying. Whatever, I have never really been in love with anyone else but Louis. Sad, right?
I sobbed into my hands. Why did he have to treat me like this? Why was I in love with him so much? Why can't I just stop? It would be much less painful if you just cut my heart out of my chest.
"Hey, Courtney? What's wrong?" My best friend, Olivia, rushed over to my side, sitting down next to me.
"What did I do for him to hate me so much? It's so painful, Livvy," I cried. Olivia was the only one who knew about my love for Louis. She sighed, putting her arm around me and rubbing circles in my back.
"He's such an idiot, Courtney. You shouldn't cry over him," she comforted me. I continued to sob into my hands.
"I wish he would just - I don't know. I just don't know anymore." I sobbed. She sighed again, wiping away my tears.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," she said angrily, and before I could stop her, she got up and ran after Louis. I was suddenly wide awake, and I ran after her, hoping she wouldn't do this. I couldn't have Louis finding out what I felt. It was pointless; he would never in a million years feel the same. It wasn't worth embarrassing myself.
"Louis Tomlinson!!" Livvy yelled. He turned in confusion and saw her storming angrily towards him.
"Yes??" he said obnoxiously. I ran up behind Olivia, covering her mouth with my hand as fast as I could. I jumped in front of her and gave Louis a nervous smile.
"Nothing, nothing... um, go back to uh..." I stuttered stupidly. He coldly laughed.
"Ignoring you?" he answered me, snarling, "Gladly." And he turned and waltzed away like he owned the world. It was so hoottttt.
"What the hell, Olivia!!" I screamed at her as soon as it looked like Louis was out of earshot. "What were you going to tell him?!"
"To stop being mean to you! Or, something similar to that, I guess..." her voice trailed off, then she looked me in the eyes and continued. "Look, he means everything to you. He, like, completes you or whatever. But, Courtney, you don't mean anything to him!! I hate to say it, but you've been fighting the truth for this long, and it's not healthy-"
"You know whats not healthy?! This entire situation! I'm in love with him Olivia! I can't help that, okay?! I've tried everything to get him to notice me for five years, I've cried myself to sleep every single night because I know, I know I mean nothing to him, I know it with everything I have and I don't know what I possibly did for him to hate me! He is my everything, okay? I admit it! But guess what? I'm nothing to him! And obviously, that's old news! Thats not healthy!" Tears were streaming down my face as I turned around in anger and sadness, bumping into the person I least wanted to see right now.
"No," I kept muttering.
"Did - did you really - mean that?!" Louis stuttered. This was the first time I heard him stutter. He always acted to confident, so carefree, all the time. Well, except now.
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH HE JUST HEARD ALL THAT NO NO NO NO NO!!!
"Um... uh... you see... Oh, this is hopeless. You hate me, you heard all that, call me an idiot. Yes I did mean that, I've meant it for five years. Happy now, Louis?" I sighed, turning and walking away from him, trying my best not to cry my eyes out.
"Wait, Courtney!" I heard him yell after me. I didn't turn, but I felt him force me to. I opened my eyes to see his face, concern written all over it.
For a second, I thought I felt another pair of lips on mine. My eyes went wide, and I focused on what was happening to me.
Louis.
Tomlinson.
Is.
Kissing.
Me.
I immediately kissed back. He pulled away after a few seconds.
"I love you too. I always have. I didn't know how to express my feelings, so I was mean to you, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Courtney." He whispered. I was shocked.
"I forgive you." I whispered. He took me in his arms, and I dug my head into the crook of his warm neck.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Courtney?" He whispered. I smiled, then happily agreed.
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