1) What is one thing you will remember about Writers’ Camp?

     ~I will always remember how Harry Potter obsessed everyone is! It is hilarious. (Love you guys!).

2) What is your favorite part of Writers’ Camp?

    ~I loved blogging because I got to publish my writing to everyone and also rewad what others wrote!

3) What would you like to have done more of at Writers’ Camp?

     ~ I would definately like to write more poetry. I found that I am best at that. And I would also like maybe 3o minutes more blogging time

4) What would you like to change about Writers’ Camp?

     ~ I liked it a lot, I would have enjoyed it more, though, if it wasn’t soooo cold the first few days.

Chelsea sat on the floor of her living in front of the sixty-inch Sony ™ flatscreen in her favorite pink and white polkadot Victoria Secret pj pants and a white Juicy hoodie, surrounded by her friends. It had the potential of being to most fantastic slumber party the four of them had ever thrown in their ten-year friendship– and lucky for her, SHE was hosting it. This party had to be perfect, for it was her sweet sixteen celebration! Given that she and her lifelong BFF’s had been planning it probably for the last four years, a proffessional party couldn’t have done a better job in eight. Chelsea was most excited for the “big surprise”she’d added at last minute. Now all of her friends were begging her to spill the secret early. Chelsea was pulled back to reality by the last two lines of…

                                                              Happy Bi-irthday, dear Chel-seeeea…… HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOU!!!

              The song was followed by a series of cheers and giggles. They had done a glorious job on the cake, considering they had made it themselves. It had three teirs (sp?) all iced pink, and the edges had white swirls around it. They had added edible sparkles (probably a ton of crystalized sugar) and white m & m ‘s. True, her daddy would have paid a proffessional cake decorator, but half the fun was making it… why miss out? Plus, that was one more thing Chelsea mentioned to her parents when she showed them she car she wanted (75,ooo dollars),

              “Oh gee, guys, we forgot to light the candles!” Adrianne giggled.

             ” I’ll go get the ligher,” Meghan said.

             ”Its in the…” Chelsea began but was interrupted by Meghan.

             “I know where your dad keeps his “secret stash” of 1oo calorie muffins… in know where you all keep the lighter.”

             All  of the girls cracked up white Meghan left the room, giggleing at her own joke. She re-entered a minute later with the lighter. Natalia scooted back, pressing her back against the leather couch, and closed her eyes. Her perfectly waxed brows nearly crashed into eachother above her nose.

            “Lite the candles and repeat the last line of Happy Birthday so I can blow them out. And if you all are super good, I will pose pretending I am blowing out the candles so you all can take pictures for the yearbook!” Chelsea said in an animted voice.

           They did as she said minus the re-blowing joke. Then she blew them out.

          “Now… get a slice of cake…WHO’S READY FOR A BONFIRE!?”

          Two of the girls screeched with delight. All four of them popped up with their cake and headed out the back door, Natalia taking up the back. The hugest bonfire any of them and ever seen was already burning 5o yard from the house. Natalia’s eyes pooled on top of her long bottom lashes.

          “What’s wrong?” asked Adrianne, who was the first to notice her distress.

          “Well, I’ve never told you all… but when i was little…” tears flowed uncontrollably down her face, leaving mascerra tracks,”Be-efore I met you all… like in kindergarten, i guess… m-my house caught on fire… they think from our chimmney because of our wood-burning firepla-ace… well, everyone inc-cluding Trevor” (her parrot from Brazil) ” made it out, but I-i’m s-sooo scared that I will get burned by fire because I got thi-is burn… this one I said was a b-birthmark on the side on my leg. ‘M sor-ry I didn’t tell you all.”

          All the girls surrounded her in pity. They didn’t know what to say.

         “Look,” said Chelsea, “we won’t do the bonfire if you don’t wanna.”

         “Oh no!” Natalian’s head snapped up, ” I am NOT going to ruin your party. I would rather get rid of this fear.” She smiled a genuine smile through her drying tears.

         ”You sure?” Meghan asked.

        ”Yeah, I wouldn’t want ANYONE to miss out on this amaaaaazing bonfire. Lets go.”

My favorite memory is actually a tradition with my sisters, our cousins and me. Every year my family goes to my cousins’ lake house by Lake Michigan on the week of the fourth of July. A day or two before the fourth, we set out all the craft we prepare beforehand: jewelry, decorated notebooks, shells we collected at the beach, and painted rocks. The we sit out front and see if anyone wants to purchase our creations. Although most of out customers are our family (who buy all the supplies to make the crafts), we still make friends with other kids who come. Even though we have to split the profit six ways, we still get six or seven dollars each. Then we go to a place called St. Josephs where there is a ton of cute little shops along the streets with a ton of junk we do not need. But we buy some anyways to remind us of our successful Fourth of July sale!

Forbidden Love <3

She sits in the far edge of her courtyard,

The cool wind whips around her arms,

A wind that should raise chills;

But it doesn’t.

She feels a bitter-sweet emotion,

A feeling of joy,

For she sits by him.

But dread of what may lie ahead.

It is a nameless emotion,

A feeling far to special

to trap within the limits of a name.

It just is.

It is a love with no boundries,

a fear with no end.

But possibly, love conquered all

may not be such an irrelevent chiche.

We had to make it rhyme sooo it is pretty stupid… this is for YOUR entertainment!

In the far courtyard she sits,

As a strong, icy wind hits.

It is such a chilling breeze,

Yet is doesn’t cause her to freeze.

She felt an emotion that is bitter-sweet,

Joy from sitting by him makes her heart beat.

A feeling too special to limit by a name.

It’s fear with no end, love with no reigns.

But possibly through all dismay,

‘Love conquers all’ isnt such an irrelevent chliche.