Emma's Kittens!

My sister's cat gave birth to seven adorable kittens Monday night. She had her first contraction at ten and then another at maybe ten o' five. Quickly we got her into a box and at ten thiry she had her first. Then at ten thiry four she had the second, ten thirty eight the third, eleven o' one the fourth, (okay I forgot the next two, but I'll post it as soon as I get off my lazy butt to go the the book) and the last came at twelve nineteen. We finally hit the hay at one o' clock exhausted.
I think it was three or four that we had to break the sack for Emma (since they came one on top of the other, quickly!) and at first one wasn't breathing and we started to panic a little bit. It all ended well and we didn't lose one, but I can only imagine how much pain she must have been in, and can only hope that I won't ever have to experiance that much pain at once. Or anything close to it.
Five black ones with Tort faces and two orange ones. Personally I like the orange ones the most, one because my first cat is an orange tabby (and has a high rate at being the father) and then again I probably just like those cute adorable orange balls of fluff.

Shadows: A poem that just came to mind

Spinning, endlessly spinning in circles as shadows dance across the world in an endlessly beautiful dance that is forever; constantly moving about majestically as though nothing mattered, life is just life; it only can go on, not back. The world is in constant change and continues to spin with the shadows in the timeless dance of life, but the shadows will always be the same, always gray, always an imprint of whatever is casting it. Throughout time there are shadows, easily moving about with no cares or worries, just spinning endlessly with all the life in the world, yet none at all.

The shadows may take a different form, a different shape, but will always be gray and inviting to dance along. They don’t speak, for they need not to speak anything; they are quiet and just show themselves dancing around happily as if nothing in the world existed except their happiness.

But not everything is perfect as shadows can easily tell you, with their odd shapes and the strange pictures that they display; it is quite easy to know that no one is perfect. Though who’s to say that shadows can’t be perfect? They can certainly portray any image perfectly, though the face is clouded over and the only thing that is clear is the outline, but it is still perfect.

So here they are spinning, around and around, perfectly sync with life, just enjoying the ride.

News...

Well all last night I had been thinking late and one thing led to another like most things do, and well, I was thinking about graduating school early. Well we all know that the sooner we get out of school, the better. So this morning I talked with my mom and we decided that I would continue to do school throughout the summer and finish the online independent courses and catch up to my sixteen year old sister. So in the Fall when school will start up again I will join my sister as a junior at her high school. Which means I will be two years ahead of schedual and have that much more time to devot to writing.

Intro

Well I am not at liberty to give personal information away but I can tell you some things about me that shouldn't be that boring. Also, most will be about my writings and such...
I am fourteen and started to write when I was ten. I really didn't get into it that much, I liked it and I really liked my teacher. There were three other girls in the class. (It was a co-op). I found that I enjoyed writing but got a little to exentric and ended up making random turns in the story until finally it made absolutely no sense and had no plot to it.
Well we moved and then I got the best friend anyone could have hoped for, we were with each other twenty-four seven up until the point when she moved a year ago. It was hard and it was so boring without her.
I think it was the next day that I started writing on a trilogy that I have kept going for a year now. (I was twelve when I started, I just turned thirteen two weeks later). Now I won't post that story exactly because I don't want anyone copying it and such.
Well anyway if you have any ideas for stories, let me know. Also CUNSTRUCTIVE criticism is well welcomed.