The Song Of My Life

Entry #1: Music, Stars, and Dogs

I got home from a trip in Michigan, and as we got out of the car, my BFF(Maxi) and her mom were getting home from a bike ride around the neighborhood. After biking around for a bit, we decided to just chill and hang out in her driveway so that she could show me her favorite song(and a few more). As we listened, we talked. At first we talked about friendship (ours), then we talked about the future, then the stars. She pointed out her favorite stars, and I told her about mine(they weren't out tonight). After awhile, when we stopped looking at the sky for a bit, I looked back up and it seemed that the smaller stars disappeared. I told Maxi, and she agreed, saying it was weird. Then we turned the topic back to the future, and what we thought we would be doing jobwise. She said an artist, or a piano player. I said that I would probably working at a fast food place, working on my masters degree. She asked why, so I told her. I'm not really smart, my art skills haven't improved in about 3 years, and I'm clumsy, so ballet is out of the question. She cheered me up a bit, then I had to go home. As we rode our bikes home we hit a bit of a sore spot for both of us I think, since I was holding back tears about half way through. As I put my bike away, I told her some of my fears. Losing people, abandonment, heights, fear, and a few others, I believe. Anyway, she was about to tell me something, but my mom came out of the house to see where I was(I was a few minutes late for curfew). We plastered smiles on our faces, and said our goodbyes. Then I came up here and started this(while listening to music, of course). As I was typing, my mom called and told me to put Buddy, one of our dogs, out and watch him because he climbs the fence. She knows he doesn't listen to me, but I did it anyway(she used 'the mom voice', and I ain't that stupid). He climbed the fence. I told my mom(while muttering about killing him), after I grabbed a leash and a dog treat. He saw me and ran. Across the street. Into the yard of people who live across from us. The back yard. Did I not mention that we don't get along with those neighbors? After all that was sorted out(trespassing feels weird) we came back inside(with the dog) and I continued writing this. Well, night, I got school tomorrow!

-Nattalie