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**All pictures (asides from the gifs) are my own in this post.                    This month has been... busy.... How life and I interact  ^               This is my first "official" wrap-up post, so it'll will probably stink #sorrynotsorry  -My family and I went camping, but had to leave a day early because of rain.  We didn't see any alligators, although we have before. One of the friends I made there told me a day after I left that her family had spotted one. My family ^^ <3 -I saw Avengers: Infinity War with some friends (yesterday, actually) and I am NOT OK.   -I've done an awful job with keeping up with blogs, I'm sorry! -Camp nano went... hahahahahaha.... I wrote 14,269 out of my goal of 30K -My co-op is ending this Friday for the school year, it's a bittersweet feeling.  -But I am in charge of the end of the year slideshow, so I'm worried about that going wr...

GET READY TO CRY, Y'ALL. "Speak up for yourself--we want to know what you have to say." From the first moment of her freshman year at Merryweather High, Melinda knows this is a big fat lie, part of the nonsense of high school. She is friendless, outcast, because she busted an end-of-summer party by calling the cops, so now nobody will talk to her, let alone listen to her. As time passes, she becomes increasingly isolated and practically stops talking altogether. Only her art class offers any solace, and it is through her work on an art project that she is finally able to face what really happened at that terrible party: she was raped by an upperclassman, a guy who still attends Merryweather and is still a threat to her. Her healing process has just begun when she has another violent encounter with him. But this time Melinda fights back, refuses to be silent, and thereby achieves a measure of vindication. Sarah Rivers has it all: successful husband, healthy kids, beautiful...

        I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, admiring the view of our downtown. It was a warm Friday night, fairylights that hung along doorways of shops twinkled, street lights cast a warm glow on the streets and the cars passing, smells of cinnamon and apple pie drifted from nearby bakery shops.          I am not a city person, but if I had to live in town, I decided, it would be here.         My favorite thing about downtown is the people, children dashing down the sidewalk, parents close on their heels, trying to get them to slow down and apologizing to the people their children nearly run over. Couples laughing and holding hands as they peer into windows of shops. Elderly people greeting old friends.          As I watched the crowd, I started to notice something, most of the couples were interracial. I was admiring a couple as they walked by, they were both very attractive and they complimente...