katnissromanoff

United States

Aspiring actress and journalist
She/her
ENFP-T
Theater and movie nerd

"It's not enough to be against something. You have to be for something better." - Tony Stark

Message from Writer

Hello! I love acting, singing, performing, and obviously writing. My favorite books are The Girl Who Came Home by Hazel Gaynor, The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins, and thousands of others. My favorite TV shows and movies are Titanic, Stranger Things, POTC, Gilmore Girls, and anything in the MCU.

Just_A_Memory and I are collaborating on a series called "Hate Me, Push Me, Break Me". We hope you enjoy it!! :)

Currently reading Little Women, but I'm always open to book suggestions!

Hope you're having a great day :)

Published Work

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Watching From My Window

March 13th. I had been sick for the past few days. My flu test had come back positive, which was a relief because I didn't have "it". 

I was told that school was going to be all online for the next few weeks. I didn't know what to think. Was it exciting that we didn't have to go to school? Yes, I decided. Yes, it was. Except we were going to be out of school because of a global pandemic.

My first day of online class was the following Monday after Friday the 13th. I had fully recovered from my short-lived influenza and awoke unsure of what to do next. I got dressed, as usual, ate breakfast, as usual, but then I had no idea what to do. I had gotten an email from my social studies teacher about a Zoom meeting. What the heck was a Zoom meeting? I cried that day. I sat in my room and emotions...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Watching From My Window

March 13th. I had been sick for the past few days. My flu test had come back positive, which was a relief because I didn't have "it". 

I was told that school was going to be all online for the next few weeks. My mind didn't know what to think. Was it exciting that we didn't have to go to school? Yes, I decided. Yes, it was. Except for the fact that we were going to be out of school because of a global pandemic.

My first day of online class was the following Monday after Friday the 13th. I had fully recovered from my short-lived influenza and woke up unsure of what to do next. I got dressed, as usual, ate breakfast, as usual, but then I had no idea what to do. I had gotten an email from my social studies teacher about a Zoom meeting. What the heck was a Zoom meeting? I cried that day. I...

Losing You

You and I
Had always
Been there 
For each other
You cared for me
And ignored me
Helped me
And broke my heart
But you were still
There
Until the day when
You weren't
It was abrupt
And I know you wanted
To tell me
But what you did
Isn't forgivable
All I wanted was
For you to be there
By my side
To comfort me
To hold my hand
To say that it 
Would all be okay
In your calming voice
That I had learned
To love
You were the one for me
I knew you were
But now I can't have you
I'm sorry I just can't
The hurt that you
Caused
Impacted more than the
Love you gave
And I can't believe
I'm saying this
But I need you to go
I don't want to get 
Roped in
I don't want to play
Another round of your
Little game
I want you to be here
For me ...

Apologies

You refused
my love,
for better
or for
worse.
I want to 
say that I 
am sorry
for everything
I did.
I am sorry.
I really
truly
am.
I could
have done
more
but I
didn't. 
I apologize
for that.
Just know
that now
you can 
trust me
and that
you have
changed
me.
 

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Watching From My Window

March 13th. I had been sick for the past few days. My flu test had come back positive, which was a relief because I didn't have "it". 

I was told that school was going to be all online for the next few weeks. My mind didn't know what to think. Was it exciting that we didn't have to go to school? Yes, I decided. Yes, it was. Except for the fact that we were going to be out of school because of a global pandemic.

My first day of online class was the following Monday after Friday the 13th. I had fully recovered from my short-lived influenza and woke up unsure of what to do next. I got dressed, as usual, ate breakfast, as usual, but then I had no idea what to do. I had gotten an email from my social studies teacher about a Zoom meeting. What the heck was a Zoom meeting? I cried that day. I...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Watching From My Window

March 13th. I had been sick for the past few days. My flu test had come back positive, which was a relief because I didn't have "it". 

I was told that school was going to be all online for the next few weeks. My mind didn't know what to think. Was it exciting that we didn't have to go to school? Yes, I decided. Yes, it was. Except for the fact that we were going to be out of school because of a global pandemic.

My first day of online class was the following Monday after Friday the 13th. I had fully recovered from my short-lived influenza and woke up unsure of what to do next. I got dressed, as usual, ate breakfast, as usual, but then I had no idea what to do. I had gotten an email from my social studies teacher about a Zoom meeting. What the heck was a Zoom meeting? I cried that day. I...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

Watching From My Window

March 13th. I had been sick for the past few days. My flu test had come back positive, which was a relief because I didn't have "it". 

I was told that school was going to be all online for the next few weeks. My mind didn't know what to think. Was it exciting that we didn't have to go to school? Yes, I decided. Yes, it was. Except for were going to be out of school because of a global pandemic.

My first day of online class was the following Monday after Friday the 13th. I had fully recovered from my short-lived influenza and woke up unsure of what to do next. I got dressed, as usual, ate breakfast, as usual, but then I had no idea what to do. I had gotten an email from my social studies teacher about a Zoom meeting. What the heck was a Zoom meeting. I cried that day. I felt lost. What was...

Hate Me, Push Me, Break Me - Part 6

I couldn't cry. I couldn't scream. I couldn't yell. I couldn't talk. I felt like I couldn't even breathe. It's not that I hadn't been expecting the idea of marriage to come up. I knew very well that it was the best way to get us out of our financial situation. I guess I just hadn't wrapped my head around the idea that I would be forced into a marriage like this with someone as self-centered as Duke Kinsley. 

Arthur had thought of me as a friend. As someone that he could confide in. Duke Kinsley thought of me as an object who had to treat him well. 

Getting mad at my mother was something that I had wanted to avoid. With her being sick and all, it just felt wrong to scream at her, though all I wanted to do was to throw a tantrum like I had done when I was younger. What I would've done to be...

Hopes and Dreams

Fantasies and
non-realities
take over my mind
as I sit around
And imagine
What life would be like
if some things
were different.

I'm distracted by 
the thought of things
that I know will
not happen.
I begin to have trouble
telling the difference
Between what in my life
Is real and what is fake.

I'm overwhelmed 
by hopes and dreams
and things I want to achieve.
I try and try but deep
down I know
that this may not pay off
and that I will have to 
let go of my desires.

Should I plan ahead and
think about future aspirations?
Or should I live life
flying by the seat of my pants,
making each moment count
and not worrying about
what may happen after, instead
just thinking about the present.


 

Hate Me, Push Me, Break Me - Part 4

"So, how long exactly will this take?" I asked.

"I'm not quite sure, but not too long."

"Thanks for the remarkably clear answer." I shivered from the cold air. It was getting dark and I could barely see anything, Arthur was even hard to make out in the lack of light. Neither of us talked for the next ten minutes or so.

"Um, how have you been?" Arthur asked, breaking the silence.

"Fine, thank you," I laughed at his ignorance. "You do know that I just found out that someone who I may have loved is now engaged, right? Of course, I'm not fine!"

"Sorry," he apologized. I could tell that he honestly felt remorse for what he had said. I instantly felt terrible, though I didn't say anything else. Arthur stayed quiet, knowing that he couldn't say anything to make me feel better or change the distance that we felt between each other.

"I think that I can get...

Hate Me, Push Me, Break Me - Part 2

"I really don't," Arthur continued. I ignored him once again. "Please believe me. I don't love her."

"Then why did you do it?" I finally spoke up, still facing away from him.
    
"I, I just, I, I just did." 

"Okay, let me just get this straight. You go off, I follow you, and I find you engaged, though you are engaged for no reason whatsoever because you don't love her? Is that right? You infuriate me, hurt me, cause me so much pain, because of someone who you don't even love? What kind of person are you?" As angry as I was, the sadness overcame me. I walked away, crying. 

"Elizabeth, listen," he started. This time I wasn't going to go back and talk to him. This time I wasn't going to fall for him. 
I couldn't fall for him again. Not without getting torn apart at every seam at least. "Elizabeth!"

I picked up my pace and soon...

Losing You

You and I
Had always
Been there 
For each other
You helped me
And harmed me
But you were still
There
Until the day when
You weren't
It was abrupt
And I know you wanted
To tell me
But what you did
Isn't forgivable
All I wanted was
For you to be there
By my side
To comfort me
To hold my hand
To say that it 
Would all be okay
In your calming voice
That I had learned
To love
You were the one for me
I knew you were
But now I can't have you
I'm sorry I just can't
The hurt that you
Caused
Impacted more than the
Love and I can't believe
I'm saying this
But I need you to go
I don't want to get 
Roped in
I don't want to play
Another round of your
Little game
I want you to be here
For me
When I need you the most
Maybe if you...

Another Piece of Poetry About Love

How do I know if I'm in love?

Is it when I constantly think
about his face when he's gone?
Or is it when I constantly wonder
if he is doing okay?

Is it when I just want him
to be with me?
Or is it when as long as he is happy,
even with someone else, I'm happy?

Is it when I want him to see me do
what I'm best at?
Or is it when I want to see him 
at his best?

Is it when I want him to notice
how pretty my current outfit is?
Or is it when I want him to
notice how much I care about him?

How do I know if I'm in love?

My Best Friend

My best friend lies
To herself.
She tells herself things
To make her feel better
Or to make her feel worse.

My best friend feels
Like she can't do anything
That won't make everyone happy.
She puts her own happiness
At risk to save the joy of others.

My best friend can go crazy
Sometimes, trust me I've seen it a lot.
But deep down she knows,
That she's going to get through
All of the hard times.

My best friend has big dreams.
She knows that could maybe try
And pursue these hopes,
But the thought of messing up
Messes with her mind.

My best friend is the most empathetic 
Person that I know.
She cries at everyone's problems, 
Fictional and real,
Feeling all of their pain, like it is her own.

My best friend loves
Herself, but is too hard on it.
She'll make herself feel
So pressured until she
Has to live up to the perfect image...

Gilmore Girls and Zoom Weddings

Brisk morning air 
Rushes past me
As I walk around the town

The smell of baked goods
Tortures me as
We drive home

I turn on the TV
As I have the downstairs
To myself

Ugh, I hate Dean.
I can't bear to watch anymore
Yet, Netflix just goes to the next episode

Two hours later, I am still
Stuck in front of the TV, 
Glued to my chair

Rory, make up your mind, choose Jess!
I shout to myself
How can a show make me this mad?

I'm told that it is time for dinner
As I grimace at the 
Take-out that my family knows I despise

I eat anyway
Six o'clock!
The wedding!

Who's wedding? I ask
My cousin's apparently
I didn't know they existed until now

I guess some of my relatives
Don't know how to mute themselves on Zoom
I end up hearing a fair share of gossip

The ceremony was short and sweet
I teared...

It'll Never Happen - Part 1

    I glance at him over my shoulder. "Wow, Beatrice," Eleanor says next to me. "He's taken." She laughs historically at my misfortune and her luck.
    "Shut up," I say back. Eleanor continues to laugh. Max turns around, just long enough for me to catch his eye and then turn bright red like a tomato. My eyes start to water, as they do when I'm embarrassed. Not because I'm going to cry, just because, well, I honestly don't know why.
    My reaction looks like I'm on the verge of tears, something that pleases Eleanor Abbott greatly. Her laugh turns evil, even eviler than it had been, as she looks back at her math test. Or, to be more accurate, looks back at my math test. 
    Finally, the ring of the bell, the savior of every student ever to walk the halls of Gravebridge High School, signals the end of a long and dreadful...

Stars

    She stood at the edge of the sea, staring at the vast ocean. Her long brown hair flew in the wind. "What are you thinking right now?" her angelic, shallow voice rang out as she spoke.
    "What?" Orion asked from behind her.
    "What are you thinking right now?"
    "I'm not following," he grunted. "You're a weird one, you know that right?"
    "I find that labeling people does nothing except gives them moral boundaries," Virgo vaguely explained. "The ocean makes me calm, and makes me think about joy and clouds."
    Orion laughed his deep, bellowing laugh. "The ocean makes me think of hunting. Hunting fish to be more specific."
    "That fits you, I assumed you would say something along those lines," Virgo seemed amused by his answer.
    "Catch!" Hercules shouted. Orion shot up his hands, ready to catch the poor crab that Hercules was preparing...

A Deep Ocean of Secrets

I saw him.
He looked innocent just staring up at me.
I looked away, knowing what would happen
If I was caught staring back.

He saved me.
I didn't know how to thank him.
Apparently, no one else
Did either.

Everyone loved him, a natural entertainer.
I laughed for the first time in a while, that night.
We danced the night away.
I had actually enjoyed myself.

I knew it couldn't happen.
I knew it wasn't possible.
How could someone like him end up
With someone like me?

I realized the life that I wanted
Wasn't the life that I 
Was told I should have.
It was a life with him.

The ship shook.
Ice pelted the deck.
He was taken away from me.
I didn't know what to do.

This time I saved him,
For the time being at least.
It was a relief to see him again.
I knew I was in love.

Standing water made it hard ...

A Deep Ocean of Secrets

I saw him.
He looked innocent just staring up at me.
I looked away, knowing what would happen
If I was caught staring back.

He saved me.
I didn't know how to thank him.
Apparently, no one else
Did either.

Everyone loved him, a natural entertainer.
I laughed for the first time in a while, that night.
We danced the night away.
I had actually enjoyed myself.

I knew it couldn't happen.
I knew it wasn't possible.
How could someone like him end up
With someone like me?

I realized the life that I wanted
Wasn't the life that I 
Was told I should have.
It was a life with him.

The ship shook.
Ice pelted the deck.
He was taken away from me.
I didn't know what to do.

This time I saved him,
For the time being at least.
It was a relief to see him again.
I knew I was in love.

Standing water made it hard ...

A Deep Ocean of Secrets

I saw him.
He looked innocent just staring up at me.
I looked away, knowing what would happen
If I was caught staring back.

He saved me.
I didn't know how to thank him.
Everyone loved him, a natural entertainer.
I laughed for the first time in a while, that night.

We danced the night away.
I had fun. 
I had honestly enjoyed myself.
I hadn't wanted the night to end.

I knew it couldn't happen.
I knew it wasn't possible.
How could someone like him end up
With someone like me?

The ship shook.
Ice pelted the deck.
He was taken away from me.
I didn't know what to do.

This time I saved him,
For the time being at least.
It was a relief to see him again.
I knew that I was in love.

Standing water made it hard
To move. 
We managed to somewhat safely
Arrive at the top.

The ship went down.
We all knew...

A Deep Ocean of Secrets

I saw him.
He looked innocent just staring up at me.
I looked away, knowing what would happen
If I was caught staring back.

He saved me.
I didn't know how to thank him.
Everyone loved him, a natural entertainer.
I laughed for the first time in a while, that night.

We danced the night away.
I had fun. 
I had honestly enjoyed myself.
I hadn't wanted the night to end.

I knew it couldn't happen.
I knew it wasn't possible.
How could someone like him end up
With someone like me?

The ship shook.
Ice pelted the deck.
He was taken away from me.
I didn't know what to do.

This time I saved him,
For the time being at least.
It was a relief to see him again.
I knew that I was in love.

Standing water made it hard
To move. 
We managed to somewhat safely
Arrive at the top.

The ship went down.
We all knew...

November Grab Bag

Possibilities

What is your favorite thing about your home?


A cabinet of possibilities
Glorious delights waiting inside
When I open the doors
I feel so happy
The cold air brushes my face
The bright lights
Light up the inside
I spend a long time 
Deciding what I should take out
Of the magic doors
Cheese? I ask
Yogurt?
Strawberries?
Chocolate sauce?
There are endless options 
When I open the cabinet of possibilities

Waiting

The clocks tick
The numbers turn
Back and forth
Back and forth
Who will win?
I hold my breath
Waiting for results
Knowing I will be 
Waiting for a while
So much is on the line
The lives of my fellow
Citizens and me
I hope
It's all I can do
As I stare at the screen
With a map of the
Country
Showing blue states and red
The percentages change
The unimaginable has happened
I continue to look at
The screen
The clock continues to tick
I hope
I hope
And I hope
As I wait
Every vote must be counted
But it is hard to wait
My impatience is kicking in
I keep hoping
Hoping for the best
But I don't know what
Hope will do
As I wait

Falling

Standing high
You're told not to look down.
You do anyway.
Your stomach tightens as you realize 
What lies below.
You hold up your head
Trying to distract from what could happen.
F
    a
        l
            l
                i
                    n
                        g
Down to the ground 
Is what you fear the most.
With people walking around you
You feel the floor shake.
Your mind can't get away
From the thought of the worst.
Your balance starts to waver.
 

Election Day

The minds of everyone
Is crowded with the thought
Of who will be our next leader.

People over the age of eighteen
Rush to polls if they haven't already.
They want their voice heard. 

Our future is in
Our own hands.
We have the power to choose.

Do you want your state to be blue or red?
Vote to make what you want to happen, happen.
Voting is our power.

Today we can do more than hope
For a better future
And a good leader.

Today we can help make
The decision of what we want to
See our country become.

Everyone has different beliefs,
And all I am asking you, is to vote.
For it is your power and your right.

I Don't Understand

I am told that I am becoming obsessed.
I am told that there will be new rules in place.
What kind of rules? I ask.
No response.

I am told that I have done things.
That I truly didn't do.
I request a chance to question these claims.
I am told no.

False accusations
Are being placed against me.
I just want to make sure
The truth is heard.

I start to talk anyway,
I want to defend myself against
The evil monster of punishment.
I am shut down.

I don't understand what's happening.
I really don't at all.
It came out of the blue
And I honestly cannot explain why.

 

He's the One

He's the one who cries at sad movies while comforting me, who's crying alongside him.
He's the one who would make me a better person.
He's the one who listens to my endless rants ranging from equal rights to the end of Titanic.
He's the one that will help me with anything and everything.
He's the one who supports my dreams.
He's the one that makes me feel whole.
He's the one who will love me until the end.
He's the one.

Chapter One: Camille (90s Story)

    “You are insane,” I muttered as my aunt paced around the living room.
    “I am not insane! Did you hear what that new anchor, Eleanor Fort said? She said that the stock markets could lose all of their data and everyone would lose all of their money!” Aunt Liz exaggerated. Her golden hair whipped her in the face as she turned around.
    “That is not what she said.”
    “Yes it is! We’re going to become poor and die.”
    “We are not. Everything will be fine.” I rubbed my mood ring, hoping for it to turn black, showing my stress. Purple. Romantic? I wondered. I rolled my eyes.
    “Why are you rolling your eyes?” Aunt Liz, infuriated, stared at me.
    “My mood ring says that I’m feeling romantic.”
    “I told you those things do nothing. They’re fake. How old is yours now? Five years?”
    “Six and three months.”
    Liz laughed, though only...

Halloween Haiku

I'm alone at night
Cold air brushes against me
I freeze in my tracks

Violin Practice

Day of my violin lesson:

Me: *Listens patiently as my violin teacher wraps up the lesson.*
Violin teacher: "So because you're getting more advanced, you're going to need to practice for 45 minutes every day."
My brain: I'm sorry, what? 45 MINUTES? You don't even practice for 30, like, ever!
Me: *Nods and politely smiles*

Next day:

My brain: You haven't practiced yet! You have to! If you don't, you'll get in so much trouble and sound terrible for your next lesson!
Me: *Continues watching Stranger Things for the fiftieth time*
My brain: You have to RIGHT NOW! At least play for thirty minutes?
Me: *Gets tired of Stranger Things and puts on some cheesy Disney Channel Original Series*
My brain: Ooooo I really love this episode! Let's practice violin after this is over.

An hour later:

My brain: Excuse me? One episode? You've watched at least two! You are wasting your brain cells, go upstairs.
Me: *Turns off the TV,...

Chapter One: Camille (90s Story)

“You are insane,” I muttered as my aunt paced around the living room.
    “I am not insane! Did you hear what that new anchor, Eleanor Fort said? She said that the stock markets could lose all of their data and everyone would lose all of their money!” Aunt Liz exaggerated.
    “That is not what she said.”
    “Yes it is! We’re going to become poor and die.”
    “We are not. Everything will be fine.” I rubbed my mood ring, hoping for it to turn black, showing my stress. Purple. Romantic? I wondered. I rolled my eyes.
    “Why are you rolling your eyes?” Aunt Liz, infuriated, stared at me.
    “My mood ring says that I’m feeling romantic.”
    “I told you those things do nothing. They’re fake. How old is yours now? Five years?”
    “Six and three months.”
    Liz laughed, though only half-heartedly. “Better keep that into the New Year because soon we’re not...

Thank You, Alexander

    I read all of your letters again and again. They reminded me of you. It was all I had left of you. We went through some very difficult times, but then we resolved our problems. And then you were gone.
    I remember meeting you for the first time. You seemed to be a rude, but handsome, man. Stunningly handsome actually. You always had been. I hated you so much, to be quite honest and I was willing to do almost anything to get away from you. Then I realized I was in love.
    All the girls wanted you, and you could have had any of them, but you chose me. You chose me, a quiet and humble girl. I truly don't know why, but I am grateful for it. I know Angelica was jealous, and she was gorgeous and smart like you, but you still kept me. 
    When you were off...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

Everyone is Different

    Everyone is different. That's something we all know and have been told our entire lives. "Be yourself," they'll say. So we try. We try to do things our own way. Some people do it well and even gain great success from doing it. Others are pushed and prodded until they fit the mold of what everyone else thinks they should be. 
    
    Though society attempts to perfect us, no two people are alike. Another thing that we all know and have been told. I have always been tall. Since I was little, I was always taller than the other kids at my school. People wouldn't always mean to be rude, but I would often get asked "why are you so tall?" Adults and children would both mention it. I never knew what to say because I didn't have an answer to their question. Why am I so tall? I started to feel like I was too...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

Everyone is Different

    Everyone is different. That's something we all know and have been told our entire lives. "Be yourself," they'll say. So we try. We try to do things our own way. Some people do it well and even gain great success from doing it. Others are pushed and prodded until they fit the mold of what everyone else thinks they should be. 
    
    Though society attempts to perfect us, no two people are alike. Another thing that we all know and have been told. Why do people try to get others to be the same? Why does it matter if someone has different skin than you, different hair, or is a different size than you? It doesn't matter to you in the slightest, so why do some people choose to point it out and find other's flaws?

    Some people are considered "popular". Why? I don't know. Some people are considered "uncool". Again, I don't know...

All Talk

I Want Something Different

"Miss, that's not what I asked for."
"Well, that's what I'm giving."
"You know the punishment."
"I do, though I am still giving the same amount. No more, no less."
"So you are prepared for what lies ahead?"
"I am, yes."
"Miss, I am telling you-"
"I know what you are trying to tell me, but I will take the risk."
"By doing this, you are ruining the lives of your mother and father."
"I know, but I feel that it is the right thing to do nonetheless."
"You will regret this."
"I have thought it through and I am done with this life so I am starting over as a new person. I'm erasing all ties to my family."
"They are who brought you to this point though! They helped you fit into society!"
"I don't really care at this point. None of it matters to me."
"Miss, your aunt attempted this and you know where she is now." ...

Poetry of Some Sort About Love

His eyes glisten in the sun
As he looks over at me
He smiles his great big smile
And then I turn away

He scares me, yet comforts me
With every one of his words
Is this love? I ask
Will I ever know?

I guess I'll wait and see
But he told me I was the one
Shouldn't that mean something? I ask
I guess I'll never know

I lock my feelings deep inside
Only showing what I should feel
But his honesty is slowly 
Making me feel guilty

Why do I hide everything away?
Why has he never seen the true side of me?
Is he lying or actually
telling me the truth?

I guess I'll never know
I'll have to live with that
But maybe, just maybe if I showed my true self
He would love me and I would realize that I love him

 

YOU in threes

Me in Threes (I Couldn't Think of a Better Title)

  1. Three quirks or idiosyncrasies.
I eat with my left hand and write with my right
I burst out in song wherever I am (school, home, the store, restaurants, etc.)
I often try to perfect different accents
  1. Three communities to which you belong (these can be unusual).
Community theater community (if that makes sense)
WtW community
Perfectionist community (if that is even a thing)
  1. Three adjectives your peers would use to describe you.
Outgoing
"Too nice" (Many peers have told me that)
Smart
  1. Three adjectives your family would use.
Energetic
Kind
Ambitious
  1. Three adjectives you would use.
Pessimistic (yet optimistic too)
Friendly
Sarcastic
  1. Three things about you that very few people know.
I hate anything with a cherry flavor
I got fake glasses for my 10th birthday because I wanted them so bad
When I was a toddler, I named my imaginary friend "Tree Stump" (Wow, I was weird!)
  1. Three beliefs you hold.
Everyone is equal.
Black lives matter.
The arts...

The Perfect Prom (In My Opinion)

    My perfect prom...

    I would most likely wear a burgundy dress because I love that color. It would probably flow down to my ankles and may be made out of some pretty silk. Something like that. I would be wearing black heels, maybe two inches or so? They would probably be a wedge heel because those are much easier for me to walk in. My brown hair would be in a crown braid, a hairstyle that I have only worn once to my dance recital five years ago.

    Before the dance, there would be a banquet of some sort with very elegant and high-class food. Maybe some filet mignon, creme brulee, lemon bars, caramel brownies, and other things like that. Anyway, that would be held in a fancy hotel of some sort. Oh, maybe in Philadelphia! Or New York City! That would be wonderful. I guess the possibilities of my imagination are endless. After...

A Step-by-Step Explanation of My Writing Process

Step 1. Look up prompts for inspiration

Step 2. After finding no ideas, sit for a day staring at a blank document.

Step 3. Decide to look at baby name websites for name ideas to create a character.

Step 4. Decide on a name.

Step 5. Write one paragraph or page.

Step 6. Change my character's name.

Step 7. Change my character's name back to their original name.

Step 8. Repeat Step 6.

Step 9. Repeat Step 7.

Step 10. Try to think of a plot.

Step 11. Come up with an "amazing" idea.

Step 12. Write out that idea.

Step 13. Go back to baby name sites to think of more character names.

Step 14. Continue writing (going completely against my plot outline).

Step 15. Maybe, just maybe, finish the story. Or go back to Step 1.

Sorry, this is probably really boring, but I was bored and because I am on Step 2 currently, I just decided to...

Heart Places

Everything Has Changed

    Two weeks before quarantine started, I went to one of the biggest cities in the country, Philadelphia. It was amazing. I had never been there before. The buildings at night were breathtaking and the history was so vibrant. I stood in the same place that Alexander Hamilton had! 
    While we were there, we saw many of my cousins and extended family members at a wedding. Everyone was talking, dancing, and eating. We had all heard of the virus, but there had been barely any cases in the USA. I was in close proximity with people (without a mask) and that seemed natural. Everything was normal and lively. 
    Two weeks later (on Friday the 13th), I had my last day of school for who knows how long. It is crazy to think about how that week I had been out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and now I would be risking my...

Chapter Three (2020 Story)

    “Where is she?” I whispered to myself as I waited in the carline.
    “Where’s who?” I heard a voice from behind me.
    “My mom,” I said and then turned around. It was Sarah. “Was Kate sad for the rest of her classes today?”
    “She was on the verge of sobbing in social studies today.” We both laughed.
    “Clara!” I saw my mother, finally. 
    “Bye!” I called to Sarah.
    “How was your day?” my mother asked as I slid into the passenger’s seat.
    “Fine,” I replied.
    “That’s all? It was just fine?”
    “Yes. It was just fine.”
    “Can you give me any details?”
    “I told you, it was fine.”
    “You are impossible,” my mom muttered to herself.
    “Where’s Nathan?”
    “He’s at Benjamin’s.”
    “What? Why does he get to go to his friend’s house and I don’t?” I was exasperated.
    “Because the lockdown hasn’t started yet.” ...

Chapter Two (2020 Story)

`“Hi, Kate,” I sat on the desk next to hers.
    “Hey. Did you hear about how school is going to be cancelled?”
    “Yeah. I was excited for a split second, like, really excited, until I realized that it would just be moved online.”
    “A you-think-you-just-met-Jennifer-Lawrence excited?” Kate laughed.
    “Yes, exactly! And then I didn’t even get to eat breakfast because Nathan wanted to get to school and my dad had to go to work early so my mom had to take both of us. Which means that we do as Nathan wants.”
    “Did you eat any breakfast?” Kate asked. She was the most concerned person that you would ever meet.
    “Some. Also, can you tell Anna that I can’t go to her house? I asked my mom and she said I couldn’t because of the pandemic.”
    “Sure.”
    “Hey guys!” Calliope exclaimed as she walked into the room. “I’m so excited to...

Chapter One (2020 Story)

    “Clara!”
    “Yes?” I grumbled as I walked out of my room.
    “You’re not going to school for the next two weeks!” my mom told me.
    I rubbed my eyes. It was six in the morning on a Friday. I was not planning on waking up for another hour. “What do you mean?”
    “Do you remember the virus?”
    “What?” I was so confused. Again, it was six in the morning on a Friday.
    “That virus that was in China. Do you remember hearing about it on the news? The number of cases in the United States is so high that now we have to quarantine!” my mom tried to explain (while yelling), though I did not comprehend one word of what she was saying.
    “I’m going back to bed!” I yelled at her.
    “No, you’re not! You are going to look nice on your last day of school!”
    “What? My last day...

Chapter One (2020 Story)

    “Clara!”
    “Yes?” I grumbled as I walked out of my room.
    “You’re not going to school for the next two weeks!” my mom told me.
    I rubbed my eyes. It was six in the morning on a Friday. I was not planning on waking up for another hour. “What do you mean?”
    “Do you remember the virus?”
    “What?” I was so confused. Again, it was six in the morning on a Friday.
    “That virus that was in China. Do you remember hearing about it on the news? The number of cases in the United States is so high that now we have to quarantine!” my mom tried to explain (while yelling), though I did not comprehend one word of what she was saying.
    “I’m going back to bed!” I yelled at her.
    “No, you’re not! You are going to look nice on your last day of school!”
    “What? My last day...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

Everyone is Different

    Everyone is different. That's something we all know and have been told our entire lives. "Be yourself," they'll say. So we try. We try to do things our own way. Some people do it well and even gain great success from doing it. Others are pushed and prodded until they fit the mold of what everyone else thinks they should be. 
    
    Though society attempts to perfect us, no two people are alike. Another thing that we all know and have been told. Why do people try to get others to be the same? Why does it matter if someone has different skin than you, different hair, or is a different size than you? It doesn't matter to you in the slightest, so why do some people choose to point it out and find other's flaws?

    Some people are considered "popular". Why? I don't know. Some people are considered "uncool". Again, I don't know...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

Everyone is Different

    Everyone is different. That's something we all know and have been told our entire lives. "Be yourself," they'll say. So we try. We try to do things our own way. Some people do it well and even gain great success from doing it. Others are pushed and prodded until they fit the mold of what everyone else thinks they should be. 
    
    Though society attempts to perfect us, no two people are alike. Another thing that we all know and have been told. Why do people try to get others to be the same? Why does it matter if someone has different skin than you, different hair, or is a different size than you? It doesn't matter to you in the slightest, so why do some people choose to point it out and find other's flaws?

    Some people are considered "popular". Why? I don't know. Some people are considered "uncool". Again, I don't know...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

Everyone is Different

    Everyone is different. That's something we all know and have been told our entire lives. "Be yourself," they'll say. And we try. We try to do things our own way. Some people do it well and even gain great success from doing it. Others are pushed and prodded until they fit the mold of what everyone else thinks they should be. 
    
    No two people are alike. Another thing that we all know and have been told. Why do people try to get others to be the same? Why does it matter if someone has different skin than you? Or different hair? Or is a different size than you? It doesn't matter to you in the slightest, so why do some people choose to point it out? To find other's flaws? 

    Some people are considered "popular". Why? I don't know. Some people are considered "uncool". Again, I don't know why. We categorize and judge...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

Everyone is Different

    Everyone is different. That's something we all know and have been told our entire lives. "Be yourself," they'll say. And we try. We try to do things our own way. Some people do it well and even gain great success from doing it. Others are pushed and prodded until they fit the mold of what everyone else thinks they should be. 
    
    No two people are alike. Another thing that we all know and have been told. Why do people try to get others to be the same? Why does it matter if someone has different skin than you? Or different hair? Or is a different size than you? It doesn't matter to you in the slightest, so why do some people choose to point it out? To find other's flaws? 

    Some people are considered "popular". Why? I don't know. Some people are considered "uncool". Again, I don't know why. We categorize and judge...

Thank You, Alexander

    I read all of your letters again and again. They reminded me of you. It was all I had left of you. We went through some very difficult times, but then we resolved our problems. And then you were gone.
    I remember meeting you for the first time. You seemed to be a rude, but handsome, man. Stunningly handsome actually. You always had been. I hated you so much, to be quite honest and I was willing to do almost anything to get away from you. Then I realized I was in love.
    All the girls wanted you, and you could have had any of them, but you chose me. You chose me, a quiet and humble girl. I truly don't know why, but I am grateful for it. I know Angelica was jealous, and she was gorgeous and smart like you, but you still kept me. 
    When you were off...

One Last Letter

Dear Bridget,
    Hello! It's your sister, Grace. How are you doing?
    Can you believe it's almost time for me to graduate? I can't. How is life in the city treating you? Are my wonderful nieces doing well? Last time I saw you, Gwen said that she wanted to dye her hair purple, yellow, and green all by herself. If that has happened, I would love to see a picture. As for Lily, the last time I saw her, she told me that she wanted to be a race car driver. Has she started to pursue that? 
    Guess what? Max Winters, the little boy next door, moved away! I was actually sad. His parents paid good money when I babysat. I guess I'll find to find another good-paying family.
    Caitlin decided that she wanted to wear a pink dress to prom, but I was going to! The shades of pink are too similar and clash....

Dust Jacket

All About Me (Bad title, I know:)

Three communities to which you belong (these can be unusual).   
  • Theatre community
  • Perfectionist community
  • Choir community
Three places you learn well (these can be unusual).   
  •  My room
  • Outside on a sunny day 
  • Anywhere while listening to music (though sometimes I get distracted...)
Three adjectives your peers would use to describe you.
  • Kind 
  • Over-the-top
  • Smart
Three adjectives your family would use.
  • Obsessive
  • Bothersome
  • Energetic
Three adjectives you would use.
  • Compassionate
  • Over-the-top
  • Extraverted
Three beliefs you hold.
  • Everyone should be treated equal no matter what
  • The arts are important
  • Education should be available to everyone
Three sources of comfort.
  • Music
  • Friends/family
  • Movies/TV
Three instincts that serve you well. 
  • ​My ability to sense others feelings
  • My ability to sympathize and empathize with others
  • My quick thinking
Three responsibilities you shoulder.   
  • Keeping up good grades
  • Taking care of my pets
  • Keeping my friends happy
Three things of which you are proud.   
  • My creative personality
  • My future ambitions
  • My...

Abandoned

    "Ugh," Liam groaned. "I want to go back home."
    "This is our home now," I said. We were both lying in the grass with nothing else to do. We had both frustrated Mom and Dad so we decided it was better to just stay outside. "Do you want to play charades?" I sat up.
    "No."
    "Well then let's just continue staring at the sky." I laid back down. "Ow!"
    "What?"
    "I laid on an acorn."
    "Why?"
    "It wasn't on purpose." We continued to stare at the sky.
    "Why don't we go explore?" Liam suggested. 
    "Okay. Where do we explore?"
    "The woods around the house. There isn't anything else around, or at least we don't think there is any else around. If we explore, we can find out if that's true or not," he explained.
    "Okay," I...

Inventory

Charlotte Cooke's Satchel

Name: Charlotte Genevieve Cooke
Age: 15
Residence: Temporarily London, England, but originally the USA
Stories: The protagonist of Hard to Forget and I Will Always Remember (working title)

    Charlotte Cooke carries a satchel with her most places she goes. This satchel was given to her by her governess, Katherine who practically raised her. Charlotte's parents were often distracted from Charlotte's childhood and left Katherine to do most of the parenting. In this satchel, Charlotte keeps seven items in the satchel.
    The first item is a locket. This was a locket that she found in the ballroom of her home. The person in the locket has a striking resemblance to Charlotte, though she does not know who it is.
    The second item is a small notebook where she writes things that she overhears others talking about. This is part of what she does to pursue a writing career.
    The third item is a copy of Little Women...

Abandoned

    "Ugh," Liam groaned. "I want to go back home."
    "This is our home now," I said. We were both lying in the grass with nothing else to do. We had both frustrated Mom and Dad so we decided it was better to just stay outside. "Do you want to play charades?" I sat up.
    "No."
    "Well then let's just continue staring at the sky." I laid back down. "Ow!"
    "What?"
    "I laid on an acorn."
    "Why?"
    "It wasn't on purpose." We continued to stare at the sky.
    "Why don't we go explore?" Liam suggested. 
    "Okay. Where do we explore?"
    "The woods around the house. There isn't anything else around, or at least we don't think there is any else around. If we explore, we can find out if that's true or not," he explained.
    "Okay," I...

One Last Letter

Dear Bridget,
    Hello! It's your sister, Grace. How are you doing?
    Can you believe it's almost time for me to graduate? I can't. How is life in the city treating you? Are my wonderful nieces doing well? Last time I saw you, Gwen said that she wanted to dye her hair purple, yellow, and green all by herself. If that has happened, I would love to see a picture. As for Lily, the last time I saw her, she told me that she wanted to be a race car driver. Has she started to pursue that?
    Guess what? Max Winters, the little boy next door, moved away! I was actually sad. His parents paid good money when I babysat. 
    Caitlin decided that she wanted to wear a pink dress to prom, but I was going to! The shades of pink are too similar and clash. We will look terrible if we take any pictures...

Chapter One (Any title suggestions?)

    "Charlotte, fix your dress," my mother nudged me. I ignored her. "Charlotte, your dress is twisted, please fix it." I ignored her again. "Charlotte, please. Fix it or I will myself." I untwisted it. "Thank you."
   "May I help you with your bags, miss?" a young steward asked me as I stepped aboard. 
   "No," I said and switched my bags to my other hand, the one farther away from him. My mother rolled her eyes at my discourtesy. 
    "Can you hold Marianne while I help my wife with her bags?" my father asked the steward.
    "Sure, sir," he reached to take my three-year-old sister.
    "I would like to hold her," I demanded. It sounded ruder than I had intended. It was ridiculous that my father had asked the steward to hold my sister. He treated all people kindly but still thought much higher of richer people than poorer. He also...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Hard to Forget

    I tried to block the day out of my mind. The attempts were useless. The screams of people haunted me. They played over and over, never stopping.
    The buttons on my dress were incredibly difficult to reach, though I found a way to. Sooner than later, I was ready to leave our home and head into the city where multiple others were gathering. Marianne took my hand on guided me to the car; my eyes were too fogged by tears to be able to navigate there on my own.
      "Do you remember it?" I questioned Marianne. She had only been three years old so I doubted that she remembered it vividly.
    "I remember the cold water. I have a very clear memory of sticking my finger in the water when we were in the lifeboat. It was horrific, the experience of it. I thought that my finger had frozen. Other than that, I...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Hard to Forget

    I tried to block the day out of my mind. The attempts were useless. The screams of people haunted me. They played over and over, never stopping.
    The buttons on my dress were incredibly difficult to reach, though I found a way to. Sooner than later, I was ready to leave our home and head into the city where multiple others were gathering. Marianne took my hand on guided me to the car; my eyes were too fogged by tears to be able to navigate there on my own.
      "Do you remember it?" I questioned Marianne. She had only been three years old so I doubted that she remembered it vividly.
    "I remember the cold water. I have a very clear memory of sticking my finger in the water when we were in the lifeboat. It was horrific, the experience of it. I thought that my finger had frozen. Other than that, I...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Hard to Forget

    I tried to block the day out of my mind. The attempts were useless. The screams of people haunted me. They played over and over, never stopping.
    The buttons on my dress were incredibly difficult to reach, though I found a way to. Sooner than later, I was ready to leave our home and head into the city where multiple others were gathering. Marianne took my hand on guided me to the car; my eyes were too fogged by tears to be able to navigate there on my own.
      "Do you remember it?" I questioned Marianne. She had only been three years old so I doubted that she remembered it vividly.
    "I remember the cold water. I have a very clear memory of sticking my finger in the water when we were in the lifeboat. It was horrific, the experience of it. I thought that my finger had frozen. Other than that,...