I don't know...XD

Relationships suck, no i'm serious. They really do suck but of course they don't suck to begin with because if they did why would you commit to it in the first place? Look, let me elaborate on what i mean. I'm not saying that you should never go into a relationship because of such reasons i'm going to mention because some people are lucky to find that special someone who apparently is everything you've always wanted-seriously how do you even know what you want? I mean your opinion and preferences change throughout your life and sometimes even when you've gone through the educational cycle of hell , your still wandering around like a lost puppy.

I don't think relationships are pointless, because well believe it or not they do help build you as a person, to help develop your thoughts and feelings. Relationships can sometimes be the glue holding people together or the string your holding onto tightly to not slip over the edge. They can be the warm sun after a rainy day , that calms you and fills your heart with satisfaction, or they can be a black hole that sucks you in leaving you empty and lost in a never ending pit of darkness.

But don't take this the wrong way, if your in a relationship and your happy with who your with then that's like really lucky right? People say "There are plenty of fish in the sea." This is true, but how do you tell the difference between who is a stunning angel fish or a sharp toothed piranha! But for those people who have found the stunning angel fish or even settle for a small cute goldfish the world salutes you.

Place Assessment

They always call me a hermit, am I? If I'm comfortable in this space between four walls that I call my bedroom. This room isn't too big but not too small, I guess I could say it's just right for a teenager like me. I would tell you the colour of my walls but honestly I've forgotten. Each wall is plastered with posters of my favourite things from: musicians to actors, movies to anime, and sometimes even You-tubers. It's always quiet in here, I can hear my own thoughts or ignore them through the beats of my music, my messy unorganized walls tell a lot about me, with each poster it tells a story or a thought, I admire each one of them, as they hold strongly onto the wall with only small scraps of blue tack keeping them there.

My room is always dark, even with the light on, It seems what little power is keeping  the bulb alight is not enough to spread out his rays and fill my whole bedroom with life. This results in a lot of re-arranging of objects in the room to try and achieve good quality call time. Dark red curtains drape down over windows, which supply what little light does attempt to break in. in early hours of the day.

A lot of things in this room are not even mine, their things left behind after my older sisters moved out and have just been discarded under my bed or in dusty corners, unseen, unheard.  The floor is not comfortable on relaxed feet, because most of the time curious cats like to tread in litter specs all over this floor which makes little stones uncomfortable to stand on. There is a small table in the corner of this room, rounded at the sides with stick like legs. Usually I dump all my unnecessary books and paper on there, every week it’s cluttered with useless scraps no matter how many times I attempt to tidy it up a bit.

Entertaining consoles sit beside the small television, which needs to be fiddled with every time I desire to play a game. The consoles are not a sign of a spoilt child but of a grateful and careful one. I look after these consoles for what they are, not what their worth. I took them from their original home in the living room and saved them from my monstrous younger sisters: One dying Xbox, I'm always afraid of its last day before it’s claimed by the red ring of death. A PS3 that only gets attention when the feeling of anger or annoyance need to be consumed, by games instead of being let out on something softer and more fragile. The Nintendo Wii is oldest and babied a lot because of its more delicate system compared to the others.

Sturdy drawers stand in my room, one which supports the television and consoles whereas the other rocks unsteadily like a tree about to be cut down. So I only put light things such as make up and hygienic things on there, unfortunately I do not use the make up as much as my older sister would like or recommend. The small mirror above these drawers is pretty useless because of the low light which often results in eyeliner stabbing my eyeball. Although this drawer is unstable at the best of times it still holds a lot of important things unlike its brother that only hold my clothing. This drawer holds a lot of educational things that will aid me in the future.

My laptop often migrates from different locations in this room depending on where I feel like sprawling my limbs out. Cords and wires curl around the floor, twisting and turning to achieve power from the socket. There is a cabinet in my room, which sits in the shadows alone and almost hidden by the side of my bunk bed that towers over everything in the dull room. My bed is a betrayal to my country as the bed sheets display the American flag; despite all of the above there is one part of this room that is kept organized to the best of my ability. The white drawer in the side of my room, which is empty and only has one storage drawer as the rest of its hollow body is used to stack video tapes. There are books that are settled on top, all resting against one another as two marvel pop figures stop them from sliding over the edge. Above this, is a shelve that is kept the most neatest and well assorted compared to the rest of the space, stacks of favoured movies and series sit upon this shelve all sorted into different movie themes and genres. 

Book Recommendation

Zom-B by Darren Shan

I really enjoyed this book for many reasons, it is very good at describing and giving you the full detail of horror that is accruing in the book. Without giving the plot of the book away , it really does surprise you throughout the book but mostly at the beginning and defiantly at the ending!

Darren Shan is apparently a master at horror and he really does show it in this book, there is a lot of character development and it gives you a really good understanding of the characters, mostly the main character B. Who you find out a surprise about at the end as well,also although the book is about the attack of zombies it also focusing on relationships a lot more as well and how that effects the outcome. I really love this book and recommend you give it a read as well, it really did pull the blanket out from under my feet ! :p

Jeff + Abby "The Fall Out" (OC Development)

Script 
The Fall Out

Jeff + Abby

Abby was on her way out of the shopping mall to her groceries home. She had a busy day and wants to return home soon, Jeff is walking in the opposite direction trying to light his fag and not looking where he was walking.
-They bump into each other , causing them both to stumble slightly-

Jeff: Hey! watch where your going. (growls in frustration)

Abby: Tch, (rolls eyes) You bumped into me.

Jeff: I obviously didn't.

Abby: You, (points at Jeff) Obviously did.

-Jeff rolls his eyes , getting slightly irritated-

Jeff: Are we seriously doing this, right now? (shoulders slumped in an annoyed manner)

Abby: Yes, yes we are! (hands on hips)

-Jeff gives a heavy sigh, and turns on his heels to walk away-

Jeff: Whatever (waves hand in dismissal)

Abby: Hey! You cant just walk away.

Jeff: Yes, i can.

Abby: (clenches her fists in anger) Wait!

-Abby digs into her shopping bag and in a fit of rage , she throws a yogurt pot at Jeff's head, luckily Jeff moves his head in time to avoid getting hit. He narrows his eyebrows at the mess on the floor-

Jeff: What the hell lady, you crazy!?

Abby: I want an apology!

-Jeff doesn't want to show his fear so he quickly walks away at a fast pace, Abby tailing him close behind as they pass other pedestrians.-

Jeff: Why are you following me?

Abby: I want you to apologize for bumping into me!

Jeff: (murmurs to passing pedestrians) She's going to kill me, call the police.

Abby: You rude little shit, give me an apology!

-Jeff quickly grabs a random pedestrian and uses him as a human shield.-

Jeff: Dude, save me she's crazy!

Abby: Come out from behind that mailman and face me like a man!

Mailman: Are you scared of this little lady?

-The mailman looks unconvinced as Jeff's eyes widen-

Jeff: Man, you don't understand she's insane!

Mailman: Why are you even fighting?

-Jeff and Abby in sync-

Jeff: She bumped into me!
Abby: He bumped into me!

'Friend Request' (OC Development)

Jeff sat there memorized by his computer screen, he'd been awake for 4 hours longer then he should have. It's two am, he has work tomorrow and trust me when i say it doesn't fill him with joy either. He cant bring his eyes to look away, his Sunday night had been pleasant until now. Until his eyes settled on his Facebook page.

'Friend Request'

Had never looked so insulting before, Jeff swallowed hard. He could feel the hot, sickening anger grow inside. His eyes locked on her fake blue ones, her profile picture was new. She'd dyed her hair and changed her style, maybe in hopes of forgetting their time together. How dare she! How dare she, after all this time she is trying to be his friend after what she did!

Jeff's fury was melting away, as her cover photo stabbed him hard in the chest. "Damn." A word murmured into the silence, although Jeff should be mad, her cover photo of the two at high school makes him realize  just how long it had actually been. She doesn't owe him anything, why should she apologize for the tears he shed for her all those years ago?

He grits his teeth, swallows his ego and mentally kicks himself as he clicks the painful 'accept'.

The Time In The Park.

Not fair. It's not fair. They always get to go on the big swings. I may be 8 years old but i'm no baby! They laugh victoriously as they place their black school shoes on the plastic seat, then beginning to rock themselves back and fourth to challenge air resistance in battle. They'd laugh at me saying things like "Your too small!" "You'll fall off." This is stupid. Yes, i have small, tiny hands and weak pathetic muscles but that doesn't mean my determination wont hold on for me!

I stick my tongue out at them, which is a pretty big deal in my house, i don't mean to be naughty but they really be-little me a lot and it gets under my skin. But heh, i have the slide which is a way cooler play thing then the swings if you think about it. My Nan is a kind angel, i think God sent her to us so i wouldn't end up planning world domination on my sisters, not that i have time for that anyway. Being 8 years old you have to make some hard decisions you know, sometimes Rugrats comes on the same time as Power Puff Girl, the decision is fatal!

 So, yeah my Nan is always there when my sisters egg me off, she even tires herself out by going on the slide with me, keeps me safe. The automatic nanny cushion! She also pushes me on the round-about which i can hold onto and do not fall off, even if my feet are dragging against the floor as long as my hands are securely on the cold metal bars then i'm still holding on.There's an abandoned house beside the park, Nan often says to not go in there because it's dangerous, cant be that bad or policeman Plod would of taken it down, silly Nanny.

The Meeting (OC Development)

I dragged my feet against the shiny floor of this 70's themed cafe. Ugh, old music. I direct myself towards the counter top, where the cashier glares at me UN-amused like I'd just ruined her whole life just by being there. I know i said i didn't care before, but the absence of my backpack  has left a chilling feeling on my back. I drum my fingers across the counter, trying to keep a straight face although i feel like my memories have been stolen from my mind. But it's just a backpack right, i shouldn't care. Right?

I just want to disappear, fade away into nothing. The silence of my thoughts is rudely interrupted as someone taps my shoulder , i turn around swiftly so quickly my shoes squeak in protest. Oh my gosh, why is there this stunningly beautiful human being acknowledging my existence let alone talking to me. I feel my throat go dry as her soft blue eyes gaze upon me, hidden behind thick black lashes. Her hair is tied back, out of her face, lips plumb and bright pink like flower petals. Geez, her cheekbones are sharp enough to cut yourself on, her skin is slightly tanned why am i looking? Stop it! But i cant help myself, collarbones so thick and whoa! She's got big-...ahem. Anyway, i better stop staring or she'll think I'm some pervy weirdo. "Uh, Yes?" I said softly unsure how to act around such an angel.
She gave me a warm smile, her eyes closed before opening once more . "Hello, my name's Scarlet." She force-ably shook my hand all while smiling. "Is this yours?" To my absolute surprise she held up my lost-now found backpack. I held it close to my chest like part of me had been returned. "Hehe , actually i know it's yours because i saw it get taken from you." She explained, all while i tried to focus on anything but her lips. I looked up to her like she was my Savior , heh if I'm honest if she was a goddess I'd defiantly attend church more.

"Thank you,...did you...beat the guy up?" I asked in slight disbelief that a woman that looked so delicate could actually cause damage. "Oh, heavens no, my bodyguard dealt with him for me." She stated, she must of heard the uncertainty in my voice because she then said "Do you think i cant take him on?" Her eyes a now challenging dark blue.
"Uh no, course not!"  I exclaimed , I'd never seen or met someone like her so i was determined to make a good first impression, or at least get her number. "Wait, you have a bodyguard ? That would suggest your important." I stated,
"And your not important?" She asked,
"No." I immediately responded, she looked at me for a moment, the confused look on her face was morphed into a forced smile. "Well, it was nice meeting you, have a good day." She left in a hurry, probably thought i was weird, she didn't even know my name and i didn't ask why she helped me. All these questions screaming inside my head for answers. My palms felt sweaty as i adjusted my backpack comfortably back in it's rightful place. A certain burst of reassurance and happiness settled inside me, why thought? it was just a backpack. That woman sure was mysterious but i guess angels don't need to explain themselves. Maybe I'll see her again, or maybe i wont. Who cares? i defiantly don't, and since this story is about me neither should you.