Grateful

I'm grateful for the boys who know how to treat a girl right. When other boys treat her like dirt, they look at her and say everything is going to be okay and make her forget about what just happened.


I'm grateful for the friends who, when I was embarrassed and felt like a fool, went over to a boy and told him    treating a girl like that was wrong and disrespectful. Also for the ones who, when I was scarred that people would think that I was dirty person for what he did to me, told me that everything was going to be okay, and then made up a funny signal to notify everyone if any of those boys were coming by.


I'm grateful for the apology that was given to me after he had been bet to treat me wrong.


I'm grateful for the apologetic look I got from one of my brothers good friends who was one of the boys who bet the guy.


I'm grateful for the boy that came over to me after this all had happened and told me that he knew how it felt and was there to talk.

I'm grateful for all the people that saw what he did to me and did not judge me. I promise I'm not like that at all.


 Boys: Believe it or not girls don't like to be treated like trash, and when you do treat them like trash they feel like their world is coming to an end. They don't like to be seen as trash especially when they are not. Just treat them right, that's all they want I promise.


Girls: Stand up for yourself. If he treats you like trash, he doesn't deserve you. If you have no idea who he is make it clear that  doing things like that is rude. Tell it to him like it really is. I promise you can make it through it. Just breathe and try to forget. Let your friends help you, it helps make it better. Without my friends I would have probably broken down and cried my eyes out. You can do it.


This might be a little extreme for what happened but I felt like it needed to be said.

TWO WEEKS

Lets talk about the last two weeks. I am exhausted. Waking up at 5:55 is slowly becoming part of my routine, and I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. Chemistry is by far my favorite class, along with geometry. Basketball and Geography are pretty wonderful too. The only problem with basketball is I am one of eight girls in the class. No big deal right? Wrong! The boys just seem to think that because I'm a girl I have no idea    how to play basketball, but they are always in for a surprise cause guess what? I know how to play basketball. But I do have to say that playing basketball with a bunch of boys has made my skill level jump like ten times higher than it use to be.
Yesterday I got a needle stabbed into my arm. Not really, I just got a shot. But my point is that I hate needles. They scare me so much. As soon as the nurse walked in to the room I was in I closed my eyes and tensed up. I made it through that traumatic experience, barely.
Sometimes I play volleyball. Actually I only play on September sixth. That's all. NO more volleyball for Kelley. I make people mad when I play because I don't pay attention while the game is going on. I only go so that I can ride home with Shelby and rock out to call me maybe, and so that I can see Meagan.
Sometimes my teachers give me this thing called homework. Sometimes, no all the time, I don't want to do it.
We got an email from Brady yesterday. He is doing so good. He is loving every second of it.
Well, my homework is calling my name, so I better go see what it wants.

I Think I'm Falling For You

There is a boy, but well save that long story for later. I'm talking about Autumn.
 


                                                        


                                                                                                                      




                                              


I can't get enough of this weather.

Incredible