I might have been a great physicist, had I been given a brain that didn’t commence automatic emergency shutdown procedures at the first sign of anything more complex than simple multiplication.
As it is, my fate has limited me to having an enormous respect for the work that physicists do, and a passionate fascination with their field of study. Hence, I do have a rudimentary understanding of physics in a rather instinctual way, even though I couldn’t explain the mathematical technicalities if my life depended on it.

preface

This book is the story of a soul, and her journey through this pathway we call life. Hers may be rockier than many, but it is certainly not uncommon. As a peer counselor at a 1960 Houston pregnancy clinic, I have seen too many girls come through my doors, sit in a cozy seat across from me in the counseling room, and tell Allie’s story.

***Ok, so this is probably the worst "essay" ever written. It's based off of a silly conversation me and my sisters frequently take up. We're huge fans of both movies. ::) Soo . . . enjoy this *cough* horribly written paper! ::D ***

So this is Madison Emily’s cousin … She wrote about me in her last blog… I go to public school I decided to write you all a poem with the help of Emily… Here goes… lol!! <3

Today I sit,
Atop my step,
I think back to that day,
When all it did was rain.

It poured and poured,
But no one helped,
I wonder why some people fall,
And they never quite understand who to call.

Time drags on,
And the hurt never coincides,
But this time I will be by your side,
Through it all,
I will stand straight and tall.

After my bath, I dress back into my messy clothes and walk out to the humongous kitchen. I didn't realize how hungry I am until now.
"Do you want something to eat?" Angi asks, appearing out from the gorgeous spiral staircase beside the pantry.
"Please," I reply, feeling my stomache growl loudly.
Angi walks to the fridge and jerks in open.
"Here, I have some kiesh left from last night's dinner with the kids-"
"Wait, the kids?" I say, startled. I didn't even guess that she has kids.

"Let's get you a bath, Emily," Angi says once we are inside. The house is huge. There are arched ceilings, and beautiful worksmanship engraved on every piece of furniture. Even the supersized flat-screen tv is beautiful.
I run my hands over the wooden lion on the couch.
"Emily! Don't you dare touch that without my permission!" Angi shouts in my ear.
I jerk my pale hand away immediately.
"Sorry, An-"
"Don't you 'sorry Angi' me! You take one fast bath, or you are in deep trouble," Angi snaps.
"Yes, ma'am," I say, glad to get away from her.

When I awake the rain has stopped falling.
Morning dew has covered my face, making my shirt even wetter than it was in the first place. I sit up. It must be early, for it is still slightly foggy and the sun is still rising some.
I feel wet leaves and sticks cling to my hair, but it doesn't matter.
I'll get a home soon. I mean, who wouldn't want to take in an innocent ten year old?
Well, better start getting a move on now, I think to myself.
I stand up and dust off my too-tight kapris.

Thunder booms outside. Soaked, I run. I have to get away from that awful place.
Rain it pounds on my worn out clothes, stinging my fair skin.
"Sierra! Sierra, get back here girl!" a man's voice yells.
But I only run faster. He is evil.
I know he isn't my real father, no matter what he and his wife say.
I make a turn into the forest nearby. Haha! I think, he'll never be able to find me in here. Maybe he'll be eaten by a mountain lion. I grin and then feel guilty. That was way too mean.
Plus, I might be eaten by a mountain lion!