Hearing the horrendous crash above, she started to jump then relaxed .
“New neighbors, “she thought to herself and kept on reading the anorexic journals of celebrities, which most people just called a fashion magazine.
So engrossed in the pretty, petty lives of the beautiful she didn’t notice the screaming of her mother from the other room . Truthfully she tried to ignore her so often that it had become habit .
“Louder and louder is the key to my heart, mother dear ,” she grumbled to herself as she reluctantly got up .
Flinging her bedroom door open ,the dark eyed girl stared at her mother who only stuttered “I didn’t do it .”
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing .
I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I apologize but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “.
You see where I am going with this. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book .