Dear Journal,
    Today I learned the glamorous city of the Big Apple isn't what it's lived up to be. My hotel looks like it was infested with termites yesterday and they cleaned it out a hour before I arrived. My private jet plane is nicer. Maybe I could just live in there. I'll pass it by my manager tomorrow.  
     Anyway, tomorrow my makeover is scheduled so I can look normal and people won't recognize me. Thankfully I'm not wearing a rainbow Afro with a red nose since I got to pick my look. And my characteristics. I'm going to be a confident, caring, smart girl with blond hair and freckles name Megan Ann Rose. I'm an exchange student from California. Plus, I learned they are going to be filming it is a movie. My producers just have to pass it by the parents of the filmed kids. 
     Because it would be peculiar if a camera crew followed my every move, I get to wear sunglasses and hat cams. I just can't wait for September.
                                                                                                    Love,
                                                                                                    Caitlyn Lily Martin
    

    Undercover Royalty. Well, I can't find the perfect title for my journal. This assignment is due in a week. I barely started. Curse those producers who want me to be in a movie. And sing a song. Don't they ever take a break? Plus, on top of this, I have to be home schooled. I just wish I could be normal. Well, just once.

                                                                                                        August 16, 2012  
 Dear Journal,
    Hi, I'm Caitlyn Lily Martin. Also known as legendary child actress, Carol Sprite. I'm the whole package: Actress, Singer, and beautiful ( At least, that's what my Mama always tells me). I may be an International Star, but I don't know what it's like to be, well, normal. Ever since I was brought in to the world by Mama Joyce (Famous Actress) and Papa Steven (Famous Singer), paparazzi have been following me. I can't get away from the light and the cameras. 
    Technically, that's good for my image. But everything isn't perfect like it is in the movies. And that's why I want to explore the East Coast to find my true fans. The ones who think of me as their idol. So I've been searching the internet 24/7 and decided to start start the search at Parker Middle School, where they have a club for Carol Sprite fans.
     I'm keeping this journal to document my journey. See you there!
                                                                                                      Love,
                                                                                                      Caitlyn Lily Martin

   My mind flashes through every scene about putting out fire with water.  The fire is supposed to die down, not grow! I slowly roll away to the nearest shelter. What could have caused it to grow larger? The only thing I can think of is . . . . . . Oh my god! It WAS NOT water!
   It was oil.
   How could I be so dumb?
I check the containers again. But they say water. How could it have been oil- The murder. She filled it with oil when I was gone. Dang! That girl is smooth! 
   I run to the fire station and  use their emergency hose. I spray the fire with water and it is dead. It smokes revenge.
   Luckily for it, that's exactly what it's going to get.  

   What can I do? I can't flood her house! She'll be expecting me! Whatever I do, Kelly will be effected by it. Maybe I could set her out on a wild goose chase. 
   I don't plan things very often. I just do them. I'm the kinda "I'm gonna wing this test and hopefully get a C!" person. I'll just walk over to her house. Maybe shoot a bow and arrow like Katniss into an apple and watch the house explode.
   I'm going to go back to my "house" (actually, a pile of wreckage) to find some weapons-just in case.  But first, I need to douse the fire in water so I don't get burnt. 
   I walk over to the nearest grocery store which looks almost untouched except for a large hole on the roof. In smells of rotten milk.
   Thankfully, inside there is enough water to fill a pool, so I'm going to take a couple bottles at a time and stash them by the tree. I gently pick up two non-see-through containers and slowly walk over to the tree like there is nothing on my mind. I do this a couple more times resulting in about eight containers of water to douse the large fire. 
   I walk over to the nearest drugstore, and the tree is out of my view. I search the store for any weapons in case I encounter "her". I find a pocket knife with the little scissors and get some rope too. To my surprise I find a gun behind the counter with loaded bullets. I take another bag of bullets- because I'm a bad shooter.
   I walk back to the tree, and there are my containers untouched. I take them all over at once and douse the fire. And suddenly it grew larger and roared.     

   The bright sun gleams and sends burning rays into my eyes. I try to shade myself with a rag I found next to me, but I find it scorching hot as well. I start to cough at the inhaling or smoke. Someone can't be having a barbecue, can they? I get a brief look around my territory, and spot a growing, illuminated orange spot in my area. Before my brain realizes what is happening, my body automatically starts running away. Why am I running away from my home?
"Fierrrr, Fieahhh,fiewr!"
   I scream in terror. My mouth can barely comprehend what's happening. I'm running for my life, once again, in the past twelve hours. 
   As soon as I clear the area, I lose my balance and my legs go numb. I take a great plunge onto the sidewalk, and try to maneuver my way to a tree so I can prop myself up. 
    I stare at my watch. It's  7:34 AM. None of the parts are moving. What a piece of junk. I try to open the back panel and it results in a sticky mess with  a small cut on my thumb. Sure, it hurts, but I try to focus on the sticky mess. Why is there wet glue in the back? I'm not dumb (Well, I actually am, but it feels kind of nice to say that without John correcting me). I think it was intentional. It's not like I go pouring gobs of glue in my watch while I'm sleeping. 

I have easy steps on how to create a story in my style:)
1. Think of a location for your story.
2. Develop the Main Character's personalities
3. Start out with a scene
4. Write one or two chapters about the lifestyle and memories of this character
5. Come up with a small tragedy, like weather or plans canceled
6. During this small tragedy, create a huge tragedy
7. Go through the journey of this tragedy
8. End the tragedy with a positive or negative hint
9.End the book on a positive note
Tips: Write with emotion. To achieve that, connect the story to your personal stories or memories. When I write, I don't pay attention to sentence structure. Besides, the people in my books are usually dumb. Edit at the end, and just write, write,write! Writers block? Just write down ideas or thoughts, and think them over. Maybe combine them or let them process in your brain overnight. Just doing random things lets your brain develop ideas. Example: Your bedroom is dark. Is there a ghost in there or robbers or murders? Example: The light won't turn on. Is someone you don't know up there hiding and not wanting the illumination to reveal their hiding spot above the chandelier?  More questions to be answered! If you need help just ask moi!
~The One and Only Awkward
 Cup of Hot Cocoa~

 I already have enough to worry about. Like my schedule. At least I get to keep the same locker. But the late bell rings when I notice who the locker next to me belongs to. Rachael. That snobby girl who thinks she knows everything who seems really young and is in 6th grade. "Hurray!" I think with sarcasm. I get to spend the rest of the school year standing next to some snob. My dream come true. Not. 
    I run to class hoping the scaredy cat kids will cover for me. I'm in luck as I pick up my schedule and run to room 13B. Mr. Kozer, a history teacher, is my new period one teacher. I hear he's the coolest teacher in the school. He throws pop-quiz parties where everyone brings snacks while they take a pop-quiz. But that's the fun in it. It's a soda pop quiz. He brings the soda and you taste it. You guess what flavor it is and if you're right you get an extra percentage point on your worst test grade. If you're wrong you have to move over to the snacks table and celebrate the fail. He sounds super cool. But I learn so-far, his class is a blur. At least for today. 
    No better are the next two classes. English always sucks the fun out of writing, because you can't write fiction. The only reason I like my math teacher, Mrs. Myers, is because her class is after lunch and right next to the lunch line. When she dismisses us I burst into the lunch line, by a burger, a bag of Doritos, juice, and an oatmeal cookie. All the spare money I have left is a nickel. I wonder if that could buy me out of school.
    I choose to sit at the lunch table where nobody sits. Beside it's the closest to my favorite and next class, photography. Then I have science with Mr. Stanley and then P.E. with Ms. Rosa on an incredibly hot afternoon. 
    The only reason I chose photography as my elective  was because it was like a mirror in itself. And you could capture life's best moments in a click of a button and save them forever. 
    At the end of the day, I counted all of my assignments, and decided I wasn't going to tolerate school or my family anymore. I wasn't going to act sick, I was going to run away. Find a new life, and maybe even a family who cares.
~Hot Cocoa~
I feel like all my stories have a tragedy in them :P

    What's the point in me staying alive.? My family is dead ,there is nothing left of my house, and there is a murder trying to kill me. Kelly is probably being held captive right at this moment. For me. That is why I need to stay alive. To protect Kelly. Because that's what she has done for me, so I might as well return the favor. Before she dies because of me.
    Out of everything that has happened to me, this is the most unbelievable. First, my family isn't involved because they died when the tornado hit them. Kelly is dying because there is a murder who wants to kill me. If I try to save Kelly, I'll get killed. If she tries to lie for me, she'll get killed. So that concludes it. I need to find shelter and quick. 
    There is no home to hide in. There is no way I'm going to hide in Kelly's house. I need to run away from the tornado. Plead to let me in neighbors' cellars. Where I am running to, I have no idea. I need to make a plan quick. I know just the place. My Grandma's house. But it's a deadly journey there to take the shortcut. So I have to go the long way. But that way passes Kelly's house. 
    I'm taking the shortcut. There is a dangerous journey ahead of me, but no worse than what I've been through. My motivator is Kelly and the murder attempting to kill me and possibly Kelly in her path.
    I start to sprint towards the tornado when I coward out. I can't just walk on the sidewalk like nobody's business. I go back to what used to be my house and rummage through the wreckage and cringe. The tornado picked up my family and later dropped them back down. I'm staring at my dead family, all holding hands for the worst, which of course, with my luck, occurred. I want to be with them, so that is where I am staying for the night. Holding hands with my dead family acting dead just in case the murder finds me. 
    I lay down on the ground, clutch my Mom's hands, and start to sleep. For the first time, I slept peacefully. Until I met my nightmares.
    I could only imagine my family and the tornado. Beth held John's hand and John held Mom's hand. They were watching T.V., the weather alarms, and the cellar was locked. They held hands, and knew they were going to die. They didn't know where I was, so they could only hope for the best. Obviously, that didn't happen,  because they died and right now I'm being chased by a murder.

    

    I have two options. I can get out of the cellar and get killed by the tornado. My second option: Stay in here with the murder and get killed. Hmm.... which should I choose? Death or death! A thought popped into my head. I need to do what I do best. I want to thank all those child murder/kidnapping lessons that I always dread. "Tara, why are you screaming?" the murder asked. "I'm terribly afraid of bugs, and a fly flew onto my face!" I lied. "Okay, just making sure nothing was wrong." She stated. Nothing was wrong? How stupid did she think I was? Just because I'm dumb doesn't mean I don't know when something is wrong. I'm with a murder, and that's not wrong?!?
    Obviously she thought I caught onto her plan. My death sentence awaits me, when I notice she is slowly sliding her knife out, but behind her deadly bright yellow Abercrombie jacket. I decide to act like what I am. I act dumb. 
    "Hey Kelly," I said. "Is that a silver sterling wrist cuff decorated with red jewels?" She caught on. I was talking about the knife. "Can I see it?" I innocently asked. She quickly slid it back into it's hiding place. "Sorry, but it's extremely expensive, and a token of the Davis's history. My mom gave it to me, and she doesn't want anyone else's fingerprints on it." Man, she great at forming lies quickly. But I have an even better comeback that will through her of her tracks.
    "Wow, Kelly, smooth...." I said in low-toned voice. "What?" the murder asked while in shock that her lie didn't satisfy me. "Duh! How don't you know? We talked about it a couple weeks ago!" I yelled, "surprised" the murder didn't know the answer."Short term memory, sorry!" She replied in less then a millisecond.
     "I know who you are." I stated. "How?" I pity her in a tiny part of my mind. "Because your voice is so weird." I hope she is totally confused. This a game I used to play with Kelly. I decide to blow it off. "You are Kelly's dog! Ruff! Ruff!" I laugh as I explain. "You know that game,remember, or is it short term memory?"I asked with an attitude. "Yup. Sorry buddy." She said. 
     Ugh! She thinks she is a smart alec. She took me up on the offer I just created in my mind. "I'll telly you everything if you let me go get your dog. Pretty please!" I asked with a hint a sympathy in my voice for her "short term memory". "Fine, but it better be quick. The tornado is closing in and I want to finish you off myself." She said in a annoyed tone when she realized what she had just said. I beat her to the explanation. "Finish me off?" I asked while "worried". "Um.. yeah. I wanted you to bring a game board, too," the murder said while questioning her answer.
    I boom out of the cellar and run to the front door. I examine the tornado's tracks from the peephole. I open the door as quietly as I can, and close it without making a peep. I run in the opposite direction of the tornado, which is where my house is. I see it, and start crying hysterically as I turn around and run away into the horror winds' path.
    ~Hot Cocoa~ 
I write these chapters quicklty but they're not so good:( 
Tell me what you think!
    

    I screamed as loud as I could. I love you family. I love you Peach. I love you friends. Goodbye and see you when you die. I screamed again. "LE-ET G-OO O-FF M-EH! St-o-p ch-ok-in-g m-eh Kel-ly! I al-mo-st die-d!"I croaked out. Kelly quickly let go. "Sorry, just trying to have fun" Kelly explained. "I'll tell you something Kelly, experiencing death at my age is NOT fun!" I yelled. 
    Then I remembered the light was on. I sat in a corner and tried to fall asleep. Yeah, right. My eyes were peeled open and I had baggy eyes as well, from not getting enough sleep. I just couldn't after everything that has happened, it's like those books from the series The Series of Unfortunate Events. No matter what, terrible events kept occurring.
     It started off two years ago when my Daddy died. Then 3 months later, my grandma died of a heart attack. My grades kept decreasing as the grief overcame me. My best friend moved away 4 months after that, and she was the only one who could comfort me. I flunked 5th grade, so my new best friend, Kelly, tutored me. 
   Then my mom gave me a curfew because she was afraid I would sneak out and run away, because I was considered to need special education. As in the learning for those who can't and don't. I'm stuck with all these people who are dumb. Not that I'm not, I just really think it's unfair. My older brother who uses offensive language often said "Not so fun to be with the dumbos, eh?" So I slapped him, pushed him, and tried to choke him while I said "Yeah, because I have to live with one at home!" I punched him in the stomach and wrote on a sticky note that then said "I passed out because I'm super dumb". I finished him of there,and ran to his room to vandalize it. I picked up his prized baseball bat and slammed it into his mirror. "That should teach him well," I thought.
   Ever since then, my mom took me to therapy. It's already bad enough that my Daddy died, but he just kept asking about so I kicked him in the shin and walked away while my mom apologized. I could hear him in pain. "What a baby.." I thought. She then walked out of his office and started calling a new therapist. "Great..." I muttered. I now love my therapist because Kelly's father is my therapist and I don't mid him at all! 
   When I thought everything terrible was over today I got a phone call telling me my mom died. I passed out and woke up with a sticky note on my forehead that said "I'm extremely gullible, don't mind me." All these thoughts ran through my head. John....prank call...mom dead.....John is dead meat.
    I ran to my mom's bedroom and she was watching T.V. She saw me and burst into laughter. I ran away to the bathroom crying. I looked in the mirror. My face... it was... covered in marker. All the sudden my big brother, John, emerged quickly from behind the shower curtains. A normal girl would scream, and wash the marker off immediately, but not me. Four words that will stick in my mind forever: I am not normal.
    I did scream, but you wouldn't guess what John did. He took the pictures and got on Facebook and was about to post them. In a touch of a button, my face could be shown to the whole world. I didn't want that to happen, so I did the unthinkable. I did nothing. Just stood there, plotting something up. Something very,very innocent. So I could yell at him when he posted the pictures. I would pretend to wash it of like a "normal" girl.Then I would take a picture of my clean face and post it and say he used Photoshop on the photo with the markers. But first I had to do what I would do. A countdown. In 3...2...1...I lunged at his phone and it broke, so no need for plan A. I cleared the area, and as I did that John lunged at me. 
    I dodged and went to the garage. I got on my bike and went looking for Peach because I hadn't seen him in the house. I couldn't find him, so I went back home and my mom offered to help look. That's when I saw the lights on, and that's why I am here right now. And more important, I am with Kelly. I love her facial features, they're just so pretty. As I look into her eyes I notice something and I scream. Because I am locked up with someone who I don't know at all. That wouldn't be too bad if this person didn't have a knife or gun and wanted to kill me. It's a win-win situation for this girl because either way, my tombstone will be marked with today's date, and I will never see the sun again.
~Hot Cocoa