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I officially turned 18 on Friday, March 6th. I didn't really do much due to the fact that I was working on my senior expedition, but I did go to the Red Coral (a really good chinese place). Yesturday I had my party (only three friends came but it was still good) and it was alot of fun. If any of you want to read the blog that I created to document my senior expedition here is the link: http://becomingawriteremily.blogspot.com/

My 18th birthday is gonna be on Friday, March 6th. I'm happy but a little freaked out because that means that this is my last week of legal chlidhood. The upside is that I can legally do everything short of drinking booz. I can even order stuff off of those infomercials on TV (not that I'd want to, but I now have the option and options are good). And as I said in the header I have officially got into college, more specifically Simpson College in Iowa. What the hell's in Iowa you ask? Corn. That's what's there. And ghosts apperently (a girl in my class used to live near there and she saud that there were reports of students seeing them). Well, that is all I have to say. I started my Senior Expedition today and so far so good. There is nothing else going on worth mentioning that I con think of. Other then my step-mom has come to visit after spending a year in California, but she is leaving tomarrow or Wednessday and I don't know when she'll be back.

Well, so far nothing extremely amazing has happened yet this school year. The first week was hectic, all community building and preparing for crew trips. My crew decided that since we were going to the huts for the second time in a row we might as well go to the one we went to with our old crew leader Billy last year (curse you Texas). Rachel (my new crew leader) is pretty cool, I'm still trying to figure her out. In her class (humanities), as well as in Steve's class (math), my class is studying the election and polling. Oh, for those of you who don't know what crew leaders are they are sort of like home room teachers. A crew is made up from kids in different grades and a teacher. They meet several times a week (30-40 minutes each time) and do things together. We go on trips called crew trips in the first few weeks of school. A lot of stuff at my school has to do with crew, that is why they are so important. Ok back to what I was talking about before. Crew trips were fun, but shorter then I would have liked (they were shortened by two days). We stayed at Harry Gates Hut like the year before, but the cows that roamed the area weren't any where near the hut like they had been my junior year. This week was the first week of actual class. It was hard to get back into the swing of school, but it's getting better. Yesterday the whole senior class (a total of 24 kids. yes I know its small) went to do some polling at the Metro campus to get some raw data for math and humanities (but mostly for math). After school I went to the art museum with my mom and grandma to see a collection of impressionist paintings. Afterwards we went to Little Shanghai, which is a chinese restaurant that I've been going to (not often though) since I was little. It was nice, I actually had a good time with my mom and grandma (though many 17 year olds would cringe at the thought). I've been a little lazier with my writing then I would have liked. During the summer I spent much more time writing then I have since school started. But I'm trying to get back into it. I have the start of what I want to do for my senior expedition. I was thinking of learning about the editing/preparing of a book for publication. I have an aunt who is an editor in Chicago (unless she is still in boston. I don't talk to her much) who might be able to help me with that. Well I've got to go pick my sister up with my mom. Buh-bye.

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Well, I'm a high school senior now. After this year is over I'll be going off to college and leaving home. It's pretty scary. I'll have to start my own life, away from all of my family and friends. I'm still working on my first book The Last Dragon that I started in seventh grade. I really wanted it to be published before I went to college, but that is impossible. It's really hard for writers under the age of eighteen to get published. I submitted to a place that specializes in publishing under age writers but got rejected. So now I'm doing some serious editing before I try submitting to anyone else. I may have to wait untill March when I turn 18 to try and get it published. Sure I wont be able to put on my college applications that I got published before my 18th birthday, but I guess that is a sacrifice I will have to make if I want to be published at all. If anyone knows about any publishers that do accept teenage work and don't require an agent then please, please, please tell me. I'm very attached to the idea of getting atleast the offer of a publishing deal before I turn 18, so that I feel that I accomplished at least one thing before I am legally considered an adult. Oh and I've temporarily stopped work on The Sea Witch's Daughter due to lack of enthusiasm. I keep on beginning stories and end up not likeing them as much as I did when I started. All my attention in terms of creative writing is now split between The Last Dragon and my comic The Hunter Chronicles. Well that is all I have for now. I'll probaly write more when I leave San Deigo and return to Denver.

Yesterday I went with my friends to the mall to by my prom dress (prom is on may 10th). It was pretty fun and I manged to get a dress that fits me and that I like. I enjoyed spending time with my friends outside of school for a few hours. But today my temprament twords my friends kind of changed. One of my friends, I will refer to them as friend A, wanted to talk to another friend, who I will refer to as friend B, in private. I was in one of the classrooms playing online games when friends A and B came in to talk. Friend A didn't mind that I was in there so they began to talk. They were talking about the fact that friend A was still upset that our humanities teacher (who is the greatist teacher in the entire universe) was moving to Texas. At first I was able to hear what they were saying because they didn't mind that I could hear. But then friend A began to wisper something to friend B. When I asked what friend A said both of them wouldn't tell me. I am kind of sure of what friend A said but I can't be sure. I feel like i've been stabbed in the back. Friend A should know that they can trust me and that I won't say anything. I know it wasn't about me because of what I overheard in their whispers. After that happened I went in the bathroom and cried. That is when I realized that I don't really have friends. None of my friends really listen to me or often act like they really want to hang out with me. The friend that I've been friends with since kindergarden I really haven't talked to much lately, and the friend i've had since third grade is now more friends with my sister. So I am basically all alone without any friends. And realizing that sucks. Why don't I leave them you ask? Because being alone is worse then being with people who don't really try to be good friends. I can't stand being all alone. I'd probably become extremely depressed if I did.

My stepmom left my dad on Friday. We all knew they were going to split but we didn't expect her to just leave. Because she left my dad wants to start a new life. He says that if he stayes in colorado he will be reminded of her and be misirable. He wants to move with me and my sister to Chicago. He will wait untill I finish my junior year and my sister finishes her freshman year of highschool. I don't want to go. I lovfe my school and I have great friends. If I move I will have to go to a new school without any friends. I really don't want to go. I will do anything to stay at my school, well almost anything (I have morals). But there is no where that I can stay. My aunt and uncle who live across the street from the school most likely don't have any room (and it's not like I would want to live with them), my grandparents don't have any room, and my other aunt and uncle are splitting up. I could get a job and rent a room in someone's house but I don't know if my dad would accept it. I want to stay soooooooooo badly. If anyone has a suggestion on how I could stay it would really help. I really need to find a way to keep from moving to Chicago soon.

Now that my first book is finished and I am currently working with my agent Georgina to get it published I've had nothing to do. So, as of sunday, I'm working on my second book. It is called The Sea Witch's Daughter.  It has to do with an eighteen year old girl named Sali. Her father is a wizard lord and (of course) her mother is a sea witch. I'm not exactly 100% sure what happens but I do know that there will be a dark power that will threaten Sali's homeland and capture the king. All of the wizards come together and try to think of a course of action. Some think the prince should rule instead of trying to save the king and others don't agree. Sali rthinks that there is too much talking and not enough action. She ends up going on a journy to try and find the king with her half-sister Wren. If any one has suggestions on this story it would be appreciated. The rest of my week was relativly normal. My mom finally got to San Diego on Friday. She and Scott (for thouse of you who don't know Scott is my mom's boyfriend) have been looking for a place too live since then. On saturday I went to the birthday of the daughter of a family friend (I only stayed for the food. those people make me feel unwelcome) with my dad, step-mom, and younger sister. On Sunday I went to the mall with my aunt, didn't buy anything, began my next book, worked on a paper for math class, and came down with a cold (my step-mom got me medicine from the store later that day). I stayed home Monday and felt like crap disspite the fact that I had medicine. And today I went to the doctor before heading back to school. The doctor said that my lungs were clear and she heard no wheezing. She told me to take a stronger cough medicine and to continue taking the other stuff that Ligia (my step-mom) got me. I'm still worried about Jeremy (my cat that got lost) and only hope that someone found him and is taking care of him. I just want him to be alive, healthy, and loved.

This sucks! It really sucks! For those of you who don't know, my mom is in the process of moving from Vermont to California via car, and today she called me to tell me that one of my two cats, named Jeremy, escaped from the car and now she can't find him. She had taken his harness off, but left his collar on (hopefully even though he does have a microchip), and when she wasn't looking he got out of the car. She began to drive away and then noticed that Jeremy was gone. She's right now out looking for him. She also notified the police and the local animal shelter that he want missing so they could keep an eye out for him. I just hope that he doen't get hit by a car or train (he was lost not too far from some train tracks) orby some feral cats. I just want him to be found in one piece and ends up back with my mom.