Why does it feel so weird to be responding to my friends?

Why do I feel like I’m embarrassed, even though I never even did anything embarrassing?

Why am I panicking over saying I think I can come?

Are they my real friends?

Why am I feeling this way,

feeling like they're not my friends?

They are though.

They always have been.

We have always been so close.

But lately, I feel like an outsider to our group.

I know...

"We need to talk," My dad says.

We all gather out in the living room. None of us fully know what's going on, but having been through this before we have an idea of what's happening. I sit down on the couch, next to my mom but still far enough away to avoid touching anyone. I stare at my dad who refuses to promise to my little brother that we aren't moving again. 

After a talk and a few tears...

Story ideas (please help me choose one):

i.
Cira is anything but a normal kid. Raised in the reaches of outer space by unknown entities, she's "rescued" by a space exploration team. It's hypothesized that Cira was born just before another space exploration team crashed on the habitable planet named Eta. Somehow, she survived the crash while the rest of her compatriots were killed. As Cira adapts to life back on Earth, she begins to realize just how strange...

    She cries in the midst of the afternoon. Her piercing call flies through the air, signaling winds and October skies and adventure. Her shining wings hold up against the autumn gales, while her claws await the kill. When she swoops on an unsuspecting mouse, she is full of the jubilance of the hunt. She feels the wind at her feathers, the earth and sky meeting as she sweeps up her prey. Her talons clutch the little beast; it...

Dear Greta,

I know you are never going to read this. I know that it's a one in a million shot that I'll will get to Hollywood. I know that the hopes, dreams, and worship of a lowly 14-year-old girl mean nothing to you. I know all of this and so much more...
and yet, I have to write. To you. For me. About the impact you and your movies have had on my life. 

So... where to start? I...

Why does it feel so weird to be responding to my friends?

Why do I feel like I’m embarrassed, even though I never even did anything embarrassing?

Why am I panicking over saying I think I can come?

Are they my real friends?

Why am I feeling this way,

feeling like they're not my friends?

They are though.

They always have been.

We have always been so close.

But lately, I feel like an outsider to our group.

I know...

Story ideas (please help me choose one):

i.
Cira is anything but a normal kid. Raised in the reaches of outer space by unknown entities, she's "rescued" by a space exploration team. It's hypothesized that Cira was born just before another space exploration team crashed on the habitable planet named Eta. Somehow, she survived the crash while the rest of her compatriots were killed. As Cira adapts to life back on Earth, she begins to realize just how strange...

    She cries in the midst of the afternoon. Her piercing call flies through the air, signaling winds and October skies and adventure. Her shining wings hold up against the autumn gales, while her claws await the kill. When she swoops on an unsuspecting mouse, she is full of the jubilance of the hunt. She feels the wind at her feathers, the earth and sky meeting as she sweeps up her prey. Her talons clutch the little beast; it...

Dear Greta,

I know you are never going to read this. I know that it's a one in a million shot that I'll will get to Hollywood. I know that the hopes, dreams, and worship of a lowly 14-year-old girl mean nothing to you. I know all of this and so much more...
and yet, I have to write. To you. For me. About the impact you and your movies have had on my life. 

So... where to start? I...