cake.

We would sit at a table, a table for the four of us, and eat cake. We would laugh so hard we had to bring a backup pair of pants. We laughed so hard we made the old peoples go crazy. We didn't mind, we were eating cake.

I remember the green carpet and the linoleum floors. I remember in every room there was always large stacks of books. So this is what heaven is like, I thought.

We would have swimming parties and sleepovers where we would watch predictable love story movies. We were best friends- nothing could ever come between us.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

But then time became our enemy and we began to grow up. We slowly drifted apart and became different people.

I just wish we could go back to eating cake.

years of rocking

invisible.

I found out that all those losers in the back who just read the whole time are not really in the back at all but where ever there book is. Yes, I was pretty much furious when I found out that they were all keeping this secret from me...

Invisibility: A How To Guide

- You know that card that has your face on it that gets you into all the football games and basketball games for free? Well guess what? That card has other magical powers- it can make you invisible.

- Take your card to the library. They have a variety of tools that are extremely helpful for your quest to becoming invisible. Shelves full.

-Don't be shy. Take as many books as your arms can carry. Take five more.

- Maybe, I don't know... read them? Just a thought.

- Use all of your renewals if you have to.

- Read everywhere. 

-Let teachers scold you for reading, but don't let them take your book away. 

- Choose to stay home and read over hanging out with your friends. Don't you know that your books are a better friend than your so-called friends?

-Don't stop reading.

four-wheel drive.

I hate people. They are constantly reminding me of two things: one) my imperfections and two) I'm always getting older.

I think I drink orange juice in the summer and hot coco in the winter to make me feel like I'm growing younger.

So what I can't throw away dead lightbulbs? So what I collect them? That doesn't make me not human anymore. So please quit looking at me like I'm otherwise. I'm asking nicely, I think.

I have one birthday wish. Just one. But it is a wish that will never come true. Does that mean I can tell you my wish? I better not. Maybe it will come true. Maybe.

I'm still working on my list of books to read before I die, and my list never stops growing. So why do I keep working on it? I don't want to stop reading.

My mum hates when my room  is messy. I hate the person I become when it's clean. My mum is trying her hardest to mold me into some perfect daughter, but that's not who I want to be. That's just not me.

If looks could kill.
-Lois Lane

'tis the season.

Share more gratitude for Wednesday night dinner.

wishful thinking.

I remember my best friend in the first grade. I remember that we sat next to each other in  Mrs. Thomas' first track class. 

I remember you were easy to talk to.

I remember we ate lunch together everyday. I remember we would wait for each other when we used the bathroom before recess. You would use the bathroom on the right and I would use the bathroom on the left. I remember I usually finished first. But sometimes I would purposely take longer, just to see if you would wait for me. You always did.

I don't remember what we did at recess, but I do remember what happened in class.

I remember our classmates teased you. They teased you about us.

"Brady loves Lois Lane*, Brady loves Lois Lane," They'd chant.

I remember you put your head on your desk and began to cry.

I remember blushing, just a little, but mostly I was confused. What were they talking about?

I remember this was the first time I began to learn what love was. Maybe not true love, but nonetheless love.

Then something sad happened. Cedar Ridge split into two schools. I stayed and you went to Deerfield. I didn't see you for a long time.

I remember the next time I saw you was at that Smile Perfect patient party at Seven Peaks. I wanted you to remember me.

And you know what? I think you did, maybe just a little.

After that, there was seventh grade Utah History. I remember the seating chart was alphabetical by last name. I remember my last name came right after yours. I remember secretly hoping we could be friends again. Nothing happened.

Now here we are, same school once again. I'm too shy to talk to you, but maybe one day we can be friends again.

Maybe.

Yours 'til the cat meows,

Lois Lane

*Obviously I'm not going to use my name so my pen name will have to do.