Essay

I am, as they say, a romantic. I visualize such things in my head constantly, flowers and slow dances and nights spent beneath the glow of one hundred million stars.

There it is, the big yellow school bus zooming down the road to pick me up for my first day of school! First grade was already here! This was an exciting day for me! Although, it was a scary day for me.

One of the most important things in my life is my dog Sparky. I chose her because she can always find a way to put a smile on my face. For example, one time in baseball I missed a routine fly ball and gave up a run. Thankfully we still won the game.

Being a super sentimental person, I would choose to keep all of my possessions. But one stands out in particular. A stuffed chihuahua. My favorite stuffed animal is a chihuahua named Sparkle.

If I could choose only one of my many possessions to keep, I would choose to keep my phone.

When I was younger I was told Santa was real. Santa had a naughty list and a nice list and you had to have good behavior the whole year or you would be on the naughty list. If you got on the naughty list you wouldn't get any presents from Santa.

Today, in my Biology class, we started a unit on the base criteria that defines things as 'alive'.

I was asked once how I felt about speeches. If I enjoyed doing them, for one thing, and if I liked writing them, for another. I replied, simply, with, "Do I like to write them, or am I good at writing them?" That is the question.

I have lived in constant fear of the word "beautiful." Exceptional, no, unique, never, but any word that has ever described the state of my face? Every. Single. Damn. Time. It's a consistent, damnable struggle.

I turn fifteen in exactly sixteen days. That, in and of itself, is terrifying. Difficult to explain, really, but I am a writer — that is my job — to explain, to entertain, to engage.