BC: Vignettes by Sara Hazeltine
FC: My Life in a Book | By Sara Hazeltine
1: My Name | My name is Sara and Sara means princess. i got my name when one day | My name is Sara, and Sara means princess. My parents came up with my name on day when they were waiting in line for diner, and they heard someone say "Sara" in such a sweet way that they instantly fell in love with it. I think my name suits my personality well. I love my name like how I love Oreo's, A LOT. My nickname is like tripping in front of a cute boy, embarrassing! It's sarbear, My mom used to sing a song that goes like this, "Sara beara pudding pie, kiss the boys and make them cry."
2: The Hairs on my Head
3: The hairs on my are like a pile of dirt, it's brown, and there are thousands even millions of little pieces. But my hair is long and flows like a river, and it sometimes get tangled like yarn. The hairs on my moms head are like vanilla Oreo's, it is light blond with a lighter blond. It is short like an overly sharpened pencil, and the ends flip like a circus act. Our hair is like boys and girls, opposites. Short; long. Blond; brown.
4: Clowns... | My fear is bigger than the empire state building, it's scarier than death. My fear is clowns. It might sound like flying pigs, but my fear is real. They are monsters, and are probably rapists. They are old men, with face paint, playing with children, you can't say it's not like eating a hot dog with your feet. It was just the other day I ran screaming like a child who lost their mom.
5: My fear must sound like flying spiders, but clowns scare me more than death.
6: One Day Love
7: It was an ordinary vacation day, staying at our resort. My sister and I were alone by the pool/spa area, when two boys come up to us and start talking to us. They were smart, cute, attractive, sweet and they were too perfect to believe. We talked to them for what felt like days, but was really only a few hours. At the end of the day we said our goodbyes, now all they are is a shooting star.
8: I Should Have Listened... | My mom has always protected from all the buffoons in the world. My mom is very over protective like a mother with her new born child. She talked to the parents of some of my friends and they gossiped like teenage girls. I made a new friend whom nobody liked. Around me she was sweet like apple pie, but I was the only one who didn't see the real her, until the day she offered me a cigarette. Even only being in 5th grade I new it was wrong and new I needed a new best friend.
9: I Miss You | In my lifetime both of my grandfathers have past away, like a child losing a puppy, I was devastated. I always had many conflicting emotions,"I should've spent more time with them", "Could I have done something?". I was very young when they both past, I was 4 and 8. All i understood is that they would no longer be in my life. If I could tell them one more thing, I would tell them that I love them and that I'll meet them there someday.
10: I'm My Own Person | I here it all the time, drugs, alcohol, smoking, sex. It's in the air like dust. Sometimes you have to stand up for yourself and say no. That is what I did. I have my group of popular friends who are crazy like me, but I don't drink or smoke. We were at a party and I didn't feel comfortable with how out of control everything was getting, so I did the brave thing and told my mom the truth. It was harder than breaking a rock, but I did it. In the end I am proud.
11: Excuse me, what? | It all started when I was getting my nails done. The place I go to is like being in China. There is so much culture and heritage, I love it. I told the desk lady what I would like done and she sent me to the cute little old man. He was asking me a question and I couldn't understand what he was saying so I sat there nodding my head, trying not to be rude. I felt like a dimwit
12: We're All Different | Everybody is unique in there own way, our laugh, our smile, our eyes, our personality, but most importantly, our imagination. Boys imagine fighting in wars with guns and violence. But girls imagine being rescued by a prince and being in love. Then when they are both teens the boys want sex and the girls want relationships. There points of view are very different like apples and oranges.
13: My Secret Place | When I very little I would play with my neighbors, and we had our spot. It was this field hidden in the woods behind my house. It was a magical place to go to clear my head. The sky was the limit there. Now and then I walk back there and just think and relax. I miss the adventures, the fun, the imagination I had back then. Life was like the stars, it never faded away.