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'What is this vast dreamland of nothing in particular? <br />
This..Unknown place?'<br />
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"This is your chaotic nightmare...<br />
Your land in a comatose;;<br />
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Your chaotic comatose."<br />
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Perhaps my life's story isn't the most intriguing; the most amazing, or the most benign. Perhaps it's more of a boring, better left untold story; It's characters are nothing out of the ordinary. A simple multitude of normal people, though I'd hardly count myself as a "normal" individual. But we'll start where it all started; Right at the beginning...<br />
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I was born in a small town, best known for being one of the setting plots in the movie Twister. Guthrie, Oklahoma wasn't exactly the most advanced place, but its atmosphere was kind, and no one was a stranger to anyone. The buildings were all from when the town was first built, with the exception of a few new car depots, and a few new restaurants. I lived in a countryside home, just down the gravel paved road from my grandparents. I lived most of the beginning of my life there; Swimming in the pool we'd built, hiking in the acres of forest, which also included a small creek, that was behind my home. I remember riding the four-wheeler, and wrecking it into a tree. I remember my brother breaking his leg. I remember learning to ride my bike there. I remember my dog, being ran over. That house holds many memories...It's a shame we moved the summer before first grade. We then moved to Edmond, Oklahoma; A more up to date colony, filled with everything you could think of. I began second grade at a school called John Ross Elementary. I lived in Edmond for six years; leading up to my 7th grade year in Junior High at Cheyenne Middle School. I'd already made up my mind that i was going to be a Santa Fe High School graduate; I was going to be a Senior of the Graduating class of 2013-2014. Boy, was I wrong. We moved again, just as i had started to belong. I had so many friends; how could i give them up in a snap, to live in a place i'd never even heard of? I had to, though. We moved, only 8 months ago here to the lovely abode in Moore, Oklahoma. I'm 14, going to be 15 in November, on the 11th, and it's almost been one year at this new home. I'll have my one year anniversary at Brink Junior High on April 7th, 2009. If we don't move again by the next year, I'll be a Southmoore Sabercat.<br />
Absolutely Single. Straight, Thank you.<br />
I'm the girl who likes making stupid pictures, just to make someone smile.<br />
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And for the first time, I'm the girl with her middle finger in the air; simply cause I just don't care.<br />
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I adore Southpark, and stupid movies. I like scary movies as well.<br />
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I can't say I'm a good person.<br />
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Because in reality, I'm not.<br />
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To tell the truth, I could sit here, and write ten pages, but you wouldn't give anything: Simply because you don't care. I could sit here, and tell you I'm your normal teenager; but I'd be lying. I could sit here, and tell you I've never seen someone dying. I could tell you that I've never touched the surface of my skin with a razor; but there again, I'd be lying. I could tell you that I'm afraid to die, or that I've never broken a heart four times over. There again, a lie.<br />
To be really honest; I decided to take my old rulebook, and throw it out the window. I've decided that you can't live up to everyone's expectations; that you've gotta set the bar on your own, and tell them that that's what it is. I've also decided, that if you're going to put on a mask, and trick people into thinking you're something you're not: at least put on a good mask.<br />
I'm tired of thinking that everything I do is wrong, or isn't good enough for anyone. I'm tired of being the wierd emo chick who's not happy with who she is so she cuts herself to belong, and not feel any more pain, or that girl that everyone hates, cause she's right most of the time with reasoning. I'm actually through with long-distance relationships, simply because they suck. You can't be with the person at all. (And yeah, I know how sad it is, to date someone who's miles away, but when no one at school asks you out, what do you do? =/ Obviously you find out you're not skinny, or pretty enough to be what the guys at school want.)<br />
I listen to rock most of the time, and what I listen to ranges from Apocolyptica, all the way and past Slipknot. When i'm not headbanging, i'm listening to classical, piano and orchestral masterpieces, or movie theme music usually played by piano. Yes, they're polar opposites; but so am I. I also listen to a bit of rap, but it really just depends if it's someone I like.<br />
If you want my telephone number for texting, feel free to click that little button over there, and send me a message for it. Don't talk to me, unless I know you.<br />
I've been through alot of stuff so far in my life. You want to know what I think about myself, hm? I know I'm somewhat overweight, and that I'm pretty. The wierdest mix possible, I know. But i'm totally comfortable with it. Yeah, to drop a few pounds would be great, but I don't want to be what everyone else wants me to be. I want to be the girl who's happy with herself, and doesn't care if her parents want her to be something different.<br />
To be honest, I'm artistic, and sweet. No, i'm not boasting; i'm serious. Sweet in the sense that...Well..I'm pretty nice..If you're in trouble, I'm there for you. I'm really tired of being made fun of, simply because I have my own opinion. I hate being pushed around.<br />
If i'm crying, it's for a good reason; more than likely because of the drama in my life. I'm only fourteen, and i've been through more crap than any one child should have to be put through. I don't like snobby, and rude people; I don't like loud people either. I have a cat that I adore, and she happens to be named Bella. No, not after the Twilight character. My cat is more than three years old, and we had her before that book was even written. I like how cleaners smell. I'm absolutely random, and i'm alright with it. I have the wierdest taste in films, and music, as you can see from a couple paragraphs before.<br />
Particularly, i'll watch any scary movie, and I absolutely love Tim Burton's work. And I love the Andrew Lloyd Webster's The Phantom of The Opera. It's a wonderful piece of work; the music and dancing are quite splendid. I have a particular vocabulary, but I don't use it during the day; only in my writing. I believe in War, only when there's a need for it. I'm a good singer, writer, and artist. I play piano, and a bit of guitar and violin. I have a complex way of thinking; if you ever get to talk to me about something scientific, you'd best listen.<br />
It's hardly ever that I do talk like such. I'm a complex being, but i'm also so very clumsy. I do my best to make people smile, even when I can't myself, and I prefer poetry overmagazines, and books over sports.<br />
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Crysta Brianne Cook<br />
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But Hey; My story's not over just yet.<br />
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A short narrative; By Crysta Cook<br />
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My hollow breathing echoed in the room that I stood in. It was white, barren, and nothing inhabited it. Flourecent lights sat above me, fixed in the ceiling. A solid thumping could be heard. Twas then that I realized it was the hollow beat of my heart.<br />
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The wall seemed to stretch, as I walked along a narrow, blank hallway that had no end. Finally, I reached the place I was supposed to be.<br />
Looking up at a grand book in front of me, I opened it. The golden edges of its thin paper capturing me. I began to read; starting with the year nineteen ninety-four. Smiling, I found at the beginning, it said 'Another Child of God Is Born.' <br />
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My hand trembled, turning the next page and reading all of what was events of my life. At the end, there was a section for showing what I'd done; Achievements, I suppose. Reading them, I gained consciousness of where I was. I was here; this was it. <br />
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Heaven.<br />
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It took me moments to realize that I held my own, personal 'Book Of Life' in my own hands. Trembling, and reading along I began to see titles like "How many Days Lived" and "Hours spent being alone", "Hours spent being sad", and "Things muttered to parents under Breath." <br />
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Tears filled my eyes, as I continued to read; Coming upon one single title that had nothing below it. "How many people I taught about Jesus." Rolling down my cheeks, My tears fell faster and faster. Oh, how careless I'd been. In the short time of my life, I'd never cared to tell anyone else; Much less share...<br />
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It actually began to hurt to breathe, as I looked up, and saw Him. Oh, Please..No...I began to think. My mind raced with things I never wanted him to know. He stood behind me, Reading over my shoulder. It made my feelings worsen. "I'm sorry..I've made so many mistakes..." I said, looking up into his tender eyes, which reflected pity. "If mistakes were not meant to be made, would you be here? There are no mistakes; no failed attempts: Everything happens for a reason, My child."<br />
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His hand landed on my shoulder, as he vanished. My tears fell quickly, as I sighed deeply, and laid back on the ground, clutching the book in my palms. <br />
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And then, I woke up.<br />
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And when I woke up, I realized what I was here for..What I was to do..<br />
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So I went to church, and I learned about Him. And I payed attention, better than i've ever done so before. And in doing so, I learned everything I could. <br />
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My mind was racing; I thought I was alone? Never. But now I knew.<br />
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Now I knew.<br />