Dear Me

Dear Me,

Well your 27 years old. I hope that we went to collage. Hopefully for a business degree. So how close are we to owning our own bar. Man that was a crazy dream. Well what do want me to say. I wanted a job where i can have fun and not be stuck with something I don't want to do. Do you remember when our parents want us to go to medical school so we can become a nurse. Well I'm glad that I realize that I didn't want to do that. I wonder what the future is like. How are the parents. How many kids does Sarah have? Hows Scott and Matthew? Did Matthew become a history teacher? Do we have our own place? Do we have a boyfriend or something like that? I hope so. A really cute one too. In the future do we have flying cars or anything like that? I bet we've written more books. I loved writing books. Well i don't have much more to say. Its kinda weird writing to my future self. Don't doing anything crazy that we might regret.


the past Mary

The old wedding

It was a beatuiful sunny day. The green grass soaking up the suns heat. It wasn't hot but it wasn't cold. Shirly Lanter was standing in front of her mirror. Her hair has yet to be brushed and her face needs to be washed, but yet she stands there looking at herself. Her last day to be a bacherlet. She's only nineteen, and she'll be married before dusk tonight. Shirly walks over to her dress and pulls out her clothing for the day. After she is freshly clean and her hair is brushed and dressed. She walks out the door to her room and down the stairs of her parents farm house. She can smell the bacon and eggs being cooked in the skillet of her mother's stove. Her mother is a beatiful woman in her early forities. With her long hair pulled in a tight bun on top of her hair and her skirt of her dress is sweeping across the floor in the kitchen getting the table set for breakfast. Its a beatiuful sight. Shirly walks over to her mother and drops a kiss on her cheek. "Good morning mother. Is father outside?" Her mother smiles back at her. "Of course, and your bother is out there too." "Well I must go out and help with the chorse. Is breakfast almost done? I'll let father and Danny know." Shirly turns around was about to walk out the door to the farm. "No need for that Shirly. You will not be working today. Today is your day and they should be done by now. So come over here and sit down like a good little girl you are. Well your not a little girl anymore are you now. Your going to be married today." With that her mother wipes a tear off her cheek. Danny and her father walks in and was about to sit down at the table when Shirly's mother stops them. "You will not sit at the table till you are clean and fresh. No go along and wash up, the food is not going anywhere. Those men act like it was the last meal they will ever have." shirly's mother says and chuckles to herself. After breakfast is done and the chores are done they all retrive to the palor where they will talk about the wedding and what most be done. Shirly's bother and father will be putting up the tent where the reception will be yeld and her mother will start cooking the food. While Shirly's older sister will arive shortly, to help shirly get ready. After everything was settle they go off to their separet ways. Shirley walks upstairs to her room where she'll be held till the wedding is about to start. Her sister walks in with a breeze. "Oh my dear sister is about to be married and she is not ready?" "I was waiting for you." "Well lets get started." By the time Shirley is done getting readying the food and everything else is ready too. The guests has arrived and the groom has arrived. Once everybody is seated down and ready to go. The music startes up. and Shirley walks down the aile. Its a site to see with Shirley standing at the alter with her soon to be husband and the sun just about to set. Her mother is dapping at the tears that are shed for her daughter. Once they say there "I do's" They kiss that takes Shirley's breath away. They walk back down the aile hand in hand in to the begaining of their new life together.

Famous

I love writing stories so i could be famous for writing books. Anything from vampire stories to murder mysterious. When i have nothing to do i think up stories inside of my head and i can see them as if it was real. i get inspired from all kinds of authors ranging from Nora Roberts to Stephen Meyers, to Karen Robards to James Patterson. Books help me escape from the real world. so i want people to escape from the world and into my books. I want my books to be made into movies. and really good movies too and not a movie that butchered the book. I hate movies like that. when i become famous im not going to hide from my fans i want to show them that i care about them and i think them for showing so much interests in my books, without the fans i don't think i can be famous so i have to thank my fans.