It seems like I'm always on the road. My parents are journalists. They take pictures and learn about the culture of the place they are at and they put it on paper. It's nice going to different places, but I hate having to sit down for several hours to go to someplace new. After they get the information they need its back on the road. We don't really get to rest. It's always go go go. My parents divorced a few years ago, but they still work together an they get along a lot better now. They always fought and it distracted them from their work. They were always stressed out for some reason. I never really understood it. I was always to distracted with the beauty of the place we were at. Finally after seven years of traveling, my mom decided to buy a house in California. My Dad stays with us, but he still goes around to travel every once in a while. My Brother and I go to school in Las Angeles. A lot of people there think that they are better than every one else and have a lot of money. Over half of the school have famous parents or famous family members. The other kids just live there. Some have fantasies of becoming famous or already are famous. There are the few percentage of Teens who are actually nice and have good personalities. My mom and dad are famous bloggers and journalists. Darcy's Dailies is the name of Mom's blog. Bennie blogs is Dad's. My older brother doesn't really like that they are divorced and still live together. Honestly I'm just glad that they are happy with everything. Sometimes after I'm done with homework, I go outside and draw or take my guitar and play on it. This one time I saw a girl with blonde like brown hair and brown eyes. She had a cream colored dress with blood stains on and sat down on a log in the middle of a little creek in my back yard. She looked like she was 12 or 13 years old. Her expression on her face was kind of distant, but she kind of looked like she was crying. I don't think she saw me. She just sat there not looking at anything but her pierced feet. Her feet had thorns and stickers in them. Her feet bleeding and hands dirty. She had a crown of white flowers on her head that day. She stood up and walked away with her dress flowing in the wind. Her loose curls flying around in the wind getting tangled up. She walked off into the woods. I saw her one other time in that same spot, but that time her feet weren't pierced with thorns and all bloody and she didn't have a crown on. She wore the same dress, but it was pure white this time. As she walked away I saw wings appear on her back, but they weren't like angel wings. They looked more like a clear blue color and had the shape of fairy wings. They sparkled in the sunlit woods. Spots of light shown on her long flowing hair. She seemed happier this time, like some sort of peace had been brought upon her. Her calmness made me long for what she had, but is it even possible for me to have any?
