Rosalee Michelle

There is this little girl in my dreams...

She has long brown hair with wavy curls and blue eyes as bright as the sky. Her laughs are magickal and her skin glows in the sunlight. She sits on a rock in a meadow, a place where she knows nobody can harm her. When she is here she is protected by all of the trees and the little creatures that only she can see.
Suddenly she looks around and spots me. I quickly sprint away hoping not to be spotted by her. I then trip on a rock and fall on the ground of which is covered in moss. She looks at me and I cringe ashamed that I fell.

"Silly" she giggled.

Silly... ok... that's all. She ran after me to call me silly. That's not weird at all.

"Mom... you can get up now." she said still laughing at me.

Mom? What is she talking about....... then it hit me. This girl wasn't just some random girl sitting in a meadow. This girl was my daughter. My beautiful daughter. My little Rosalee Michelle.



*to be continued*

stress

I can't do it anymore.

School is taking over my life. I try to run away from it but I can't. I'm just too slow...


I need a vacation! Now!

I hate AP Calculus!