elizagrace

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YAH HI.
I'm Grace..
I'm fifteen years old, freshman, hey Michigan!
I've been on this website for like 3 years I think.
I like makeup and bagels. Not together though.
I read too many books.. like one every week.
Boys are stupid.. & thus I have no boyfriend.
I like Ke$ha.. sometimes I find glitter on my floor.
FORMSPRING YAHHH: formspring.me/gracefoltz

Quotes by elizagrace

Sometimes the facts in my head get bored and decide to take a walk in my mouth.
Frequently this is a bad thing.
Forever
                                           is supposed to mean infinite; neverending.               
You said you'd love me

forever,    

                                 but I guess
that word means something

                  Different to you.

 

Sweet Disposition: chapter one.

Sorry this is so short, and I'm taking so long to write. :(

I walk into the kitchen and to the door to the backyard, looking for mom and dad. Eventually I spot them, way back in the woods in my backyard, with our Australian shepherd, Sylvia. I smile to myself.
My parents are best friends, and the only couple of my friends who hasn't gotten a divorce. They're always going for a walk together, and every week they try to go out to dinner.
I grab my bag and go upstairs to my bedroom, set my bag on my bed. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts until I get to my best friend, Renee. It rings twice before she picks up.
"Hello?" She says.
"Hey. What's up for this weekend?" I ask.
"Well Jenny Arden's having her birthday party on Saturday. I told her we'd go." I should've guessed. Jenny's been talking about it for weeks.
"Alright, that's perfect cause I'm gonna be with Mark on Friday."
Mark is my best friend, I'm probably closer to him than I am to Renee. Don't get me wrong, Mark's an attractive kid, and he's a chill guy. But I'm all messed up cause of past breakups, and I fail at dating, so even though he likes me, alot, he's okay with us just being friends. And he doesn't try to push me into dating him. I'm also super independent and need my space pretty often, and he can respect that.
"Okay! Well it's a plan then, I'll come over on saturday around 6 to get ready and I'll drive us there."
"Right. See you tomorrow."
I hang up and the rest of my evening is spent texting Mark, downloading a few NWA and Eazy E songs on my ipod and finishing up my homework. School's one thing that I take seriously. When I grow up and get married, I wanna have a job so if we get divorced or something happens to him, I can take care of myself. And the whole time, the only thing that's on my mind is that party on Saturday. For some reason I don't have a good feeling about it, like I shouldn't go. But I will. I'm not gonna flake on Renee.
So I've been feeling sort of upset and sad, just a little out of it lately.
One particularly bad day I got a bathroom pass cause I needed a minute
I walked in to the stall and closed the door.
& I looked up at it, & it said in sharpie,
"Everything is going to be okay"

Sweet Disposition: chapter one.

The worst part of the weekend is always sunday. Laying around with greasy hair, procrastinating on doing homework, nothing on tv, all of these little petulant reminders that the next day I'm back to waking up unhealthily early and spending another 7 hours in an overcrowded, understaffed popularity contest.
So when the alarm goes off at 6:30 on Monday, I throw on leggings and my dad's huge Michigan sweatshirt, listening to my ipod's November playlist on shuffle. I stumble down the stairs (almost literally..). Naturally, there's no food in the pantry besides bran flakes and beans. Go figure. And school drags on, and I refrain from bashing my head into walls, or other people's.
It's November 27th and hasn't snowed once. I live in Michigan, and it's almost impossible to not have the first snow before December. So in Biology when somebody notices snow falling, all us little michiganders run to the window like we've never seen snow in our lives. Mr. McDougall tells us to take our seats, and we're too old for this, "We are young ADULTS here, for God's sake." He goes on for a few minutes, like he doesn't notice that no ones listening, and the ones who are, don't care. I think he notices, but likes the sound of his own voice too much to shut up.
Anyways, when school gets out, it's still snowing. I love snow, and winter, and Christmas, and Ugg boots and new coats. The whole lot. So basically.. I'm pretty excited. I walk out to my sister's car and hurry to get in because it's freezing outside. We head home and when we pull into the driveway, she tells me to tell mom that she's going to Lance's. Lance is allegedly just a friend. They're together so much though, that sometimes I wonder. Both my mom and dad's cars are at home, which startles me because dad doesn't get home till 6 when he works. Something's up for sure, I'm thinking as I walk in the door. So when I walk in the door and neither of them are around, I'm a little freaked out.


CONTINUE? Advice, critique, pleaseeee


   Remember
        who you
 are, because
I'm starting to
           forget.
Ok ferreal,
   no one's
     jealous
of you hun.

WHY YES.
We were born this cool.
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