Aww, I hope you like Alabama!! I sure did. I wish I could live there. It sucks that your pets can't go, though!! And if you don't have computer access, it is going to be the end of my life. Well actually, today was the end of my life. Heres why. I went to the orthodontist, and he told me that this summer, I'm getting braces AND headgear!! I literally started crying right in front of him in my dentist chair thingy when he said "headgear!!" So yeah, I pretty much died today. But on the bright side, I'll have pretty teeth in 2 years Oh and today I got a huuuuuuuge blister in pointe class, since our ballet shoes have wood in them and we rehearsed really hard today. So now my toe hurts :/ other than my poor toe and headgear drama, I'm actually doing pretty well!!

HarryPotterFanClub on 5/9/2011 8:30:37 PM

omg you're an amazing writer!! when ur done with a story u really should send them to publishing companies. im sure they will want to publish them, theyre AWESOME )

oceanlover69 on 5/8/2011 10:44:42 PM

yesssssssssssssssssss!!

declaration on 5/8/2011 5:45:40 PM

Ok guys, i finished re-vamping chapter one a long time ago but i decided ill do it chapter by chapter so here's the old chapter..

My Destination
Chapter 1: The Parents
Mischia awoke on a Saturday morning to screaming coming from her parent’s bedroom. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to be awake, and slowly, brought her pillow over her head in hopes to block out the sound. Of course, knowing her terrible, terrible luck, this did not work. She could still make out the muffled sound of her parents yelling at each other,
“HOW DARE YOU!?”
*Muffled noise*
“YOU’RE RUINING THIS FAMILY!”
*Muffled noise*
“DON’T BRING MISCHIA INTO THIS!”
Mischia – her name. The sound of it made her whole body swell with anxiety. It was only seven o’ clock in the morning and they had already brought her into their fight. Yet of course, this was also very normal for the Aloe family, even though they were just barely a family. Mischia wanted to just hide under her pillow until the day was over, but what good would that do? All that would happen, is she would hear them fight all day and maybe even have to join in it.
Grudgingly, she rolled over just enough to get her feet on the floor and got out of bed. Making her way to her mirror, she slipped a couple times on her dusty tile floor that hadn’t been swept in ages. But when she peered inside her full -length mirror and it revealed a short, skinny figure with green eyes and long, red hair, she couldn’t help but smile at her reflection. Which in turn, smiled back. Anyone could tell she was stressed. But it really didn’t matter though, she had no friends. Having parents that fought all the time really lowered her self confidence and with this, she almost never talked to anyone. If someone were to see her, they wouldn’t care whether she looked stressed or not. She was just a perfect stranger to almost anyone outside her “family.”
Mischia looked back at her reflection one last time before moving to her wooden dresser to find some comfortable clothes. It was full of ripped skinny jeans and old t-shirts because she never went shopping. Where would she get the money from anyway? There was a perk to having so little clothes though. And that was that she had no trouble picking out clothes in the morning. She reached in, grabbed a random pair of jeans and t-shirt, and began dressing herself for the usual uneventful day that lay ahead of her.
***
Mischia’s head cautiously peeked out her bedroom door followed by her whole body. Her Mom and Dad’s fighting had gone down some but was still loud enough for her to hear. She decided to head to the kitchen quietly. Not wanting to give them any excuse to bring herself back into their fight. The door leading to her street was just five feet away. It was one of those make it or break it moments, but at the same time she didn’t want to give her parents any clue she was there. However, knowing her luck as always, this did not happen. Because it wasn’t two seconds before she heard,
“MISCHIA!!!! COME HERE!!” It was her mother. As loud as she said it Mischia bet the whole neighborhood heard her.
She sprinted towards the door before her mom could come in the kitchen and find her. Not caring about how much noise she was making, she slammed the door behind her, still sprinting. Pretty soon she had already passed the sign indicating her street, Cherry Blossom Rd., and was speeding towards anywhere but her house. She needed to get away. If only for a short time she wouldn’t care. Just away from her family and their problems. She slowed down to a fast paced walk.
Some way or another Mischia found herself walking directly towards an old junkyard. She didn’t know if it was fear, adrenaline, or even fate, but something was guiding her to it. And who was she to deny it? She had nowhere else to go. If she had to go somewhere it might as well be somewhere she could relax. Even if there was a dreadful smell emerging from it…… Mischia slowly looked around to make sure no one else was there. And, thinking it was deserted, brought herself inside.
It was definitely a junkyard. You could not mistake it for anything else. There was old furniture and scraps of metal everywhere. Not to mention that awful smell! It was like standing in a dumpster. Well, in a weird way she was in a giant dumpster. Pretty gross once you think about it. All the same, she was finally relieved. She finally had somewhere to go when she needed out. Nothing and no one was going to take that away from her.
Smiling, she sat down on an old, torn couch and began to imagine how she could fix this place up and turn it into her own secret hideaway. But her ears had something else to say. They could hear the faint Cling! Cling! Cling! In the distance. Someone else was there. Out of habit she immediately hid behind that couch, but the clinging didn’t stop and it surely wasn’t getting any closer. So, no longer afraid and rather curious, she got up and slowly stepped nearer and nearer to the noise.
The noise got louder and louder as Mischia passed many old toys, random pieces of wood, and rotten food. She could just make out a sight of tons of hanging old pots and pans. This led her to now just be plain confused. Yet, she wanted to know more. She crouched down. Thinking that maybe for some reason if what she was about to see was dangerous, crouching would help her hide.
Past one more old, shade-less lamp and she beast her eyes upon a most amazing sight. An old couch, along with two old chairs were sitting next to each other, forming a field goal shape. They had a piece of scrap metal hanging over them nailed to four pillars of wood to stay up. This somehow formed a roof. It might not have been functional to keep rain out but she could assume since this was her first time ever inside the junkyard. The pots and pans were in another section. Similar to the first, but in this part there was a fire going and a large black pot hanging over it held up by another wooden pillar. Kind of like one you’d see in a game of hangman. A small table and a stool were placed near the pot and the fire. Almost like a kitchen. She wanted to explore farther but her legs wouldn’t let her, fear still consuming her.
Soon Mischia became aware that she couldn’t be the only person there. What else could’ve made this little set up besides another human being? And the fire was still going so it wasn’t deserted. Then, quite suddenly she felt something fuzzy rub against her ankle tickling her. She looked down and let out an ear piercing scream. On her high-top was a fat, ugly, grey rat with teeth so yellow they could be mistaken for wood. Mischia’s feet now decided they wanted to move and she ran to hide behind an old armchair. She had completely forgot that she was hiding and hadn’t noticed that the clinging had come to an abrupt stop. And slowly, but surely, a pair of feet were making their way towards someone none other than her.
“Howdy miss! What brangs yew to my humble a boad?”

And HERE'S the revamped one

My Destination
Chapter 1: The Parents
“HOW DARE YOU!?”
*Muffled noise*
“YOU’RE RUINING THIS FAMILY!”
Mischia awoke on a Saturday morning to screaming coming from her parent’s bedroom. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to be awake, and slowly, brought her pillow over her head in hopes to block out the sound. Of course, knowing her truly unfortunate luck, this did not work. She could still make out the muffled sound of her parents yelling at each other,
“DON’T BRING MISCHIA INTO THIS!”
Mischia – her name. The sound of it made her whole body swell with anxiety. Did her parents even remember she was here? A pillow can only block out so much. It was only seven o’ clock in the morning and they had already brought her into their fight. Yet of course, this was also very normal for the Aloe family, if you could even call them that. This had been going on since she was only twelve years old. She didn’t even know what they were fighting about! But this was her life. Sometimes she wanted to just die peacefully in her sleep and wouldn’t have to listen to the constant fights of her parents. But there was one thing that kept her hopeful; and that was once she turned eighteen, she was free and could leave to wherever she wanted. Mischia just wished the time would go by faster.
Grudgingly, she rolled over in her bed expecting there to be more mattress to lay on, when instead she fell flat to the floor with a clunk and groaned while she untangled herself her blankets. She got up to her feet and while in the process of making her way to her mirror, she slipped a couple of times on her dusty tile floor that hadn’t been swept in ages. She peered inside her full -length mirror and it revealed a short, skinny figure with green eyes and long, red hair, she couldn’t help but smile at her reflection, which in turn, smiled back. Her freckles were very defined because of the summer sun and anyone could tell she was stressed. But it really didn’t matter though, she had no friends. Having parents that fought all the time really lowered her self confidence and with this, she almost never talked to anyone. If someone were to see her, they wouldn’t care whether she looked stressed or not. She was just a perfect stranger to almost anyone outside her “family.” She wasn’t doing too great in her school studies either. The last report card she received was all Ds and one C. But grades really didn’t matter to her. School was just a place to get away from her so called parents.
Mischia looked back at her reflection one last time before moving to her wooden dresser to find some comfortable clothes. It was full of ripped skinny jeans and old t-shirts because she never went shopping. Where would she get the money from anyway? There was a perk to having so little clothes though. And that was that she had no trouble picking out clothes in the morning. She reached in, grabbed a random pair of jeans and t-shirt, and began dressing herself for the usual uneventful day that lay ahead of her.
***
Her head cautiously peeked out her bedroom door followed by her whole body. The only sound that she was emitting was the soft sound of her feet against the cold tile floor. Still, she didn’t want to take any chances because her Mom and Dad’s fighting hadn’t gone down much. It was still loud enough for her to hear. The kitchen was her escape. Once she was there she knew she couldn’t be heard anymore and she could leave the house with ease. The only problem was getting there without being noticed. Luckily, she had much needed skill in this area of escaping. After all she had done so for about 5 years now. The routine hadn’t changed a bit. It was always duck behind the couch, tip-toe past their bedroom door, then finally slide into the kitchen where she would then be home free. And it had usually worked especially for the past few weeks. So when she got there she automatically started walking towards the kitchen door without checking to see if the coast was clear. The last thing she expected was to hear,
“And where exactly do you think you’re going missy?” It was her mother. The tone of her voice was so sharp that she could’ve pierced skin with it. Her lips were pressed together so tightly that they just barely formed a thin line and her arms were crossed to show that she was obviously not happy about her daughter trying to leave the house without her permission.
Mischia didn’t know where her dad was at the moment, but she didn’t wait to find out. Facing her mother meant she had to stay longer in the place the loathed most. She stayed there for a moment, considering her decision, then the answer hit her faster than a cheetah and she knew what she needed to do. Before her mom could say another word, she sprinted towards the door. Not caring about how much noise she was making, she slammed the door behind her, still sprinting. They would be mad, beyond mad, but better later than now. And If she was lucky, they may have already gone to bed by the time she got back. In the distance Mischia heard the faint sound of the kitchen door opening and closing again. She didn’t worry much about it though, she was skinnier and had run a lot more than she was supposed to for the past five years. That was training, training she needed now more than ever. Her mother would run out of breath pretty soon and would stop chasing after her. Yet Mischia didn’t slow down. Pretty soon she had already passed the sign indicating her street, Cherry Blossom Rd., and was speeding towards anywhere but her home. She needed to get away. Just away from her family and their problems. For a moment she was lost in her own world, only hearing the wind rushing past her. It felt good to not worry for a change, to only care about the path in front of you. But then the feeling left her all too soon and she came back to reality; a reality where she could no longer hear the steady sound of her mom’s footsteps behind her. With this slight comfort, she slowed herself down to a fast paced walk.
She didn’t know where she was going. All she knew was that she had never been this way…. Yet it felt as she had traveled its distance a million times before. She didn’t recognize anything, but everything felt familiar. It could have been fear, adrenaline, or even fate, but something was guiding her down this unknown route. And who was she to deny it? She had nowhere else to go. Then as suddenly as it came, the feeling of guidance left her, and she was left standing in front of what looked like, an old abandoned junk yard. It stunk, bad. The smell was so reproachful that Mischia wanted to actually go back to her house! Then when she tried to move, she found that she was stuck. She wanted to leave, really wanted to, but she couldn’t leave even if a wild bear tried to attack her. Panicking, she began attempting to move in every direction. And, much to her relief, she found herself able to move forward… into the junk yard.
She thought her decision over for a moment. She did, however, have time now. Back at her house she only had a few spare-able seconds, but here, she had all the time she needed. Maybe she could stay at this place for a while…. Even if there was a dreadful smell emerging from it. Mischia slowly looked around to make sure no one else was there. And, thinking it was deserted, brought herself inside.
There was only one way to describe it, she was standing in a giant dumpster. Pretty gross once you thought about it. There was old furniture and scraps of metal everywhere. Not to mention that awful smell! The food that was there must’ve been rotting there for years considering the place didn’t look like anyone had set foot in it for ages. But there was one thing Mischia liked about it. One thing that made everything bad about it seem like only minor complications. And that was that she was the only human being there. No one could disturb her. If they wanted to, they would definitely have a rather hard time finding her. She was finally relieved. She actually had somewhere to go when she needed out. Nothing and no one was going to take that away from her.
She walked a little ways into the old junkyard looking for somewhere to wind down.
***
It wasn’t long before she found herself sitting on a tattered, torn couch and a smile found her lips as she took in her new oasis. From what she could see, it was nowhere close to being relaxing. There was a pile of old fruit next to her that she knew was contributing to that rank. And many broken toys or lamps were surrounding her. All the same, this was somewhere she could stay without constantly wondering when her parents would stop fighting or if they would bring her into the fight. This place was exactly what she needed…. But her ears had something else to say. They could hear the faint Cling! Cling! Cling! In the distance. Someone else was here. Mischia didn’t stop to consider that it may just be a bird or some other creature making the noise, so out of habit she immediately hid behind her couch. Yet the clinging didn’t stop and it surely wasn’t getting any closer. Now timid, but no longer afraid and rather curious, she got up and slowly stepped nearer to the noise.
The noise got louder and louder as Mischia passed many old toys, random pieces of wood, and rotten food. (None of which she was too pleased to come across) And after stopping every so often to make sure she was still following the cling! noise, she could just make out a sight of tons of hanging old pots and pans just a few meters in front of her. Now she was just plain confused. Still, she wanted to know more. She crouched down. Thinking that maybe for some reason if what she was about to see was dangerous, crouching would help her in some shape or form.
Past one more old, shade-less lamp and she beast her eyes upon a most amazing sight. An old couch, along with two old chairs were sitting next to each other, forming a field goal like shape. They had a piece of scrap metal hanging over them nailed to four pillars of wood buried into the ground to stay up. This somehow created a roof. It might not have been functional to keep rain out but she could assume that it had to be there for some practical use, because it wasn’t doing any good on looks. The pots and pans were in another section. Similar to the first, but in this part there was a fire going and a large black pot hanging over it held up by another wooden pillar. Kind of like one you’d see in a game of hangman. A small table and a stool were placed near the pot and the fire. Almost like a kitchen. She wanted to explore farther but her legs wouldn’t let her, fear still consuming her whole body.
Soon Mischia became aware that she couldn’t be the only person there. She was worried before but there was always the possibility of it just being the wind or something else, now she was more sure. What else could’ve made this little set up besides another human being? And the fire was still going so it wasn’t deserted. Then, quite suddenly she felt something fuzzy rub against her ankle tickling her. She looked down and let out a piercing scream. Resting on her high-top was a fat, ugly, grey rat with teeth so yellow they could be mistaken for wood. Mischia’s feet now decided they wanted to move and she ran to hide behind an old armchair. She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be hiding and hadn’t noticed that the clinging noise in the background had come to an abrupt stop. And slowly, but surely, a pair of feet were making their way towards someone none other than her.
“Howdy miss! What brangs yew to my humble a boad?”

compare and contrast if you want ^_^ maybe chapter re-vamped will be up twm

sassykitty60 on 5/7/2011 8:17:28 PM

haha sounds good

Love*Laugh*Dance on 5/4/2011 5:01:12 PM

hahaha well i'd love to read it if...no when you finish
♥ Mariah

Love*Laugh*Dance on 5/2/2011 8:14:37 PM

Aaaarrrrgh my comments barely ever show up on your page!! *growls* But whoever called you a whore was just jealous that they're not a super-freaky-gorgeous-beautiful-dazzling-hot-chicky-mama like you are. Welp we have testing tomorrow.... *hyperventilates*

HarryPotterFanClub on 5/2/2011 3:26:42 PM

i lived in texas for like 3 years!

i lived outside of dallas, in grapevine...hbu?

declaration on 4/29/2011 8:40:20 PM

I think you will. I heard it doesn't come out for awhile. But then again I don't know much! Haha!

topchef88 on 4/28/2011 6:39:55 PM

I WANNA LIVE IN ALABAMA!!!!!! I went there last summer and fell in love with it!! It was so warm and I LOVE the ocean!! Anyway, I live in Ohio and it is waaaayyyyyy too cold for me. This morning when my alarm went off, I was tempted to just stay in bed under the covers but I got up and put my bathrobe on. And if our school didn't have uniforms, I seriously would have worn it!! OMG yesterday, my bff and I were waiting outside for our rides after Elite Choir rehearsal and it was really windy, and my skirt flew up. I thought I was gonna DIE. But I got over it lol Ok I know I am really late on saying this, but your camping trip thingy sounded like so much fun!! I want to do something like that soon.... if it ever warms up Okay I think there is an ant farm in my keyboard or something because every time I look down, there are like 3 little ants on the keys. And when I brush them off, another one appears. O.o So how was your week?? Mine was kind of lousy because my dad has been a jerk lately and we had so much homework to do. And we have state testing next week :/ BUT OMG GO TO HARRYPOTTERFANFICTION.COM!!!!! SOOOOO AMAZING!!!!!!

HarryPotterFanClub on 4/28/2011 4:26:15 PM

oh my god! i totally agree! they'd be like chill out, it's not a big deal. and i was like really? um no, it is a big deal

declaration on 4/26/2011 9:23:38 PM

Haha, I am sure you were sad when you found out the series ended and now the movies are ending! Thanks, I finally can see it everywhere, no more messed up thing!

topchef88 on 4/26/2011 8:34:11 PM

Haha, thanks! I don't get it though. On my computer it still shows my old one. But I am pretty sure it changed becuase I see it sometimes and then other times I don't! So confusing! So I take it you like Harry Potter? ;)

topchef88 on 4/25/2011 10:19:44 PM

that was ur meanie? ugh guys are sooooooo perverted its annoying

declaration on 4/24/2011 10:34:45 PM

hey! my moms goin to hav a baby on easter so im super siked!!!! wats up?

emma s on 4/22/2011 2:32:41 PM

OMG YOU'RE A GUY MAGNET. I've only had 2 bfs ever and they only lasted like 3 weeks =_= but OMG! yesterday I went to the dentist for what I THOUGHT was just a regular appointment, but then they put this thingy on my nose that made me get high so I didn't really know what was going on. Then they stabbed me with what I THINK was a numbing shot. Then when I recovered from the laughing gas, three of my teeth were gone!! I was like "YOU COULDA TOLD ME YOU WERE GONNA YANK OUT THREE OF MY TEETH WHILE I WAS HIGH ON LAUGHING GAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" it doesn't hurt that much unless I'm eating, and I don't really eat much anyway, so I guess I'm good. :/ oh and we almost have a name decided for the baby. We already decided a long time ago that her middle name was going to be Hope, but now we want to name her Holly, and Holly Hope Brown sounds kinda funny(our last name is Brown) If it was up to me, her name would be EllaJoy Rose Brown. I kinda made up the name EllaJoy (its a combo of my two favorite names). and Rose is my other favorite name. So yeah, EllaJoy Rose is like the perfect name in my opinion!! grrr I have a lot of homework and a messy room to clean. Its gonna be a long evening :/ lol

HarryPotterFanClub on 4/20/2011 4:18:12 PM

Blehhhh I'm sorry!! I've been so busy with theater, dance, and schoolwork that I barely have any time for myself or my friends!! Speaking of schoolwork, that stupid D is back. I've been staying after school every Thursday for extra help, but I'm still not really understanding it. :/
Omg, today was awful. During language arts class, my eye started to get itchy, so I kept on rubbing it until I was practically insane. When I looked in my little mirror that was in my purse, my eye was so red and swollen that I thought I was going to die!!! I went to the nurse and then my dad picked me up and I took a nap at home. My eye was killing me, but on the bright side, at least I got to come home from school an hour early!! Oh and on Friday (Emma Watsons birthday!!) my friend came over to my house and we watched HP7 part 1 (again). It was awesome

HarryPotterFanClub on 4/18/2011 7:53:56 PM

cant wait to read yours!

declaration on 4/14/2011 4:25:57 PM

You have got to listen to "End Of An Era' By Oliver Boyd And The Remembralls D: It's about Harry Potter ending and how it's more than a book or a movie.My eyes got all watery when I listened to it!I think they should play it at the end of the movie so everyone can sing along

Shadow.Fall691 on 4/12/2011 2:40:54 PM

omg you gave me the BEST idea everrrrr

ok so the main characters older sister is leaving for college so shes packing up her room and she sees a box fall from her closet. its filled with her moms stuff and theirs a note from her mom about the death thing. maybe her mom committed suicide! omg, the suicide letter
and they thought their mom died in a car accident

great idea right?

declaration on 4/11/2011 3:54:53 PM

omg im a libra too

mrs.bieber1018 on 4/8/2011 6:01:58 PM

Heeheheheheehehehhehehehe i love your happy dance!! even though I can't see it!!!!!!!
In my Emma + Rupert fanfic, it starts out when they're 10 and Emma likes him but she doesn't know if he likes her. And they fight a lot through the years. When they're 16, he has a girlfriend named Petrova (hehehehe!) and she gets mega jealous and she tells him she likes him, but he says he only likes her as sort of a sister. But then they fall in love later and adopt a baby from china and name her Bella. And in my one about Rose, she's in love with Hugo (Hermione and Ron's son) but her parents don't let her be around him because his mother (aka HERMIONE!!!) is a mudblood. And later, Voldemort selects her to do a mission for him, which is killing Hugo. And that's the last thing she wants to do. MAYBE I'll put it on here and hope I don't get carpal syndrome

HarryPotterFanClub on 4/8/2011 3:08:25 PM

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOUR PROFILE PIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay it is finally warm here!! I can actually go outside in short sleeves now!! WOO WOO!!
I got so mad today because I spent the whole week writing my fanfic about Rose Malfoy, and then at writing club today, we ran out of time and I didn't get to read it out loud oh well.
p.s. I have a B in algebra right now

HarryPotterFanClub on 4/7/2011 4:21:07 PM

i dont want to bring abortion into it. maybe her sister wont get pregnant

declaration on 4/6/2011 4:17:08 PM

Oh yeah I remember something on your profile about you making Emma and Rupert fanfics!! I wrote one last winter. but it wasn't their story at ALL. I totally changed it up so that it was NOTHING like their real lives. And in the end, they ended up getting married!! I'm working on two fanfics currently. One is about a girl i made up named Rose Malfoy (yes she is Draco's daughter) and the other one is the one i told you about with Luna and Draco. it actually started out pretty weird, cuz Draco rapes her and then she gets pregnant, but then they become friends and fall in love. It sounds gross and nasty, but its pretty interesting. And their daughter is going to be named Ella, but she's not born yet. Oh and I have a new RP facebook account that might be easier for you to find. My name is Hermione-Rose Granger and my profile pic is kinda black and whitish.

HarryPotterFanClub on 4/6/2011 3:08:19 PM