scene stealers darts.

       I stepped out of the car into the cold. As i entered through the tall black gates, i felt a tail thwack my leg and a ball drop at my feet. It was a familiar face, and her name was shadow. I walked up the pathway, nest to the cotton ghost we made for our Halloween party. It was early February, going on 7:15 PM , and Shadow wanted to play, but i was here to give Jessie a ride to scene stealer's.
     Scene Stealer's is my second home. It's an acting, vocal, and dance studio. The owner, Mrs. Parsons, was my music teacher at my old elementary school, Roy Gomm. Her daughter, Miss Daniele, is a choreographer for the dance portion of the studio and she runs the acting part when Mrs. Parsons is gone.  Miss Ally is the other teacher there. She went to Roy Gomm and to scene stealer's. she helps out around the studio, and helps with the acting.
       IN the studio is a big family. The teachers are the parents, and the students are the kids that see each other once a week. as soon as you walk in, you are surrounded by hugs. "Hi! hey! Whats up?" is heard all over. The youngest people in our play are in seventh grade, and the oldest are high school seniors.  Everyone knows each others names, characters, and favorite colors (thanks to Miss Ally).
       I knocked on Jessie's door and pulled out my phone. I have a bad habit of texting when waiting. Jessie's dad answered the door and said "Oh , it's Tuesday, isn't it? Jessie needs to remind me to turn the lights on!" I simply smiled and laughed. Jessie came down the small staircase, script in hand, and hair in a pony tail. She gave her dad a hug and we walked down the pathway back to my dad's car.
       "Hi Brock!" Jessie said when we got in. He said hi back and fumbled with the radio while Jessie and i had mindless chit chat in the backseat of the car. After we finished one subject i got out my phone to start texting. We didn't talk the rest of the car ride down Plumb Ln. because there was nothing left to say.
       Jessie and I can sit in a room and not talk and not a word goes unsaid. We have known each other since we were three, but we only met in seventh grade. We took ski lessons together when we were three, had badge meetings for girl scouts when we were eight, we went to scene stealer's when we were eleven, but last year we finally met.
       When we arrived at scene stealer's, we set our bags down on the shelf, and walked into the back studio. Hope, Torrey, Sabrina, and practically all the girls in the play practice back there before class. Noelle, Torrey, Hope, and Victoria were choreographing a dance to Britney's "toxic." Their tap shoes slided across the dance floor with ease. when i walked in Torrey ran over to Me and handed me a video camera while telling me to record their dance. i sat down with my back to the mirror that stretched across the wall. their movement started the moment the music started.
       After i turned the camera off and handed it to Noelle, we left the back studio to go to the waiting room. the boys were all huddled around the desk, and the girls were watching the little girls perform. when the clock struck 7:30 the children who were practicing Annie marched out into the waiting room. we all stumbled into the big studio and found a place on the floor to sit.
       after three scenes, Robbie and Sam had to get up to act out their scene in Havana where Sam is drunk, and Robbie is only there on a bet, but ends up falling in love with her. Robbie was writing in his blocking and making something clear, but out of nowhere a ballet slipper was flung to his head. he looked to miss ally who had an "i did it, but don't be mad" look on her face. meade and i turned towards eachother and burst into a fit of giggles. robbie looked so horrified that he stormed off into the bathroom. we were all cracking up and he came back in. he said "that was not funny. no more darts" we were in stitches by then. now, whenever we go to scene stealers, we always yell "DART!!!"
love,
maddie

a long time ago...

I was sitting on a porch swing at cabelas when I thought 'what would it be like to think back to this day, only with a couple switches?' well, I've thought back to that day since, only that porch swing was on my future house, in which I have not moved into yet, but I really want to. The swing is old, and has chipped white paint. The chains holding it up have rust on them, and it smells like a rose scented burning candle. It doesn't matter how old I am. I'm just there. when i think of an old memories locked in an old filing cabinet, I'm sitting there thinking about it. music drifts in over my shoulder, through my head. not the music you would expect for this type of setting. Lily Allen drifts through the cottage from my old blue ipod shuffle. depending on my mood, the surroundings on the outside of the house change. it varies from snow to a beach to a blur of new york city. and sometimes there is nothing. just the sound of air. i can look to my left to find a shadowy figure looking at the same landscape i am. i can't see this persons face,  because i can not see the future. but i know he is there. at the end i see me putting my head on his shoulder and he wrapping his arm around me as the vision fades out. to my right i see a guitar and a piano. no music sheets, except for those on the back of a cocktail napkin. inside the house is a dog on the bed. not curled up at the end of it, but its face on the pillow and sprawled out diagonally. its my memory home. and it will always have a warm place in my heart.
love,
maddie

today 3/27

This morning at 6:00 my alarm turned on to z93.7, playing break your heart by taio Cruz. I tossed and turned myself back to sleep. At about 6:38, my father walked in and said "I just looked at the Mt. Rose website, and the top of the hill is closed. Do you still want to go?" The night before I was suffering from a sore throat so skiing was an iffy thing. All I really wanted to do was sleep, because I still had my sore throat. He left, and went back to bed. At 7 i woke up again, but went back to sleep. At 9 my dad came in and shouted "UP!" I stumbled out to the living room in my PJ's, and a bad case of bed head. I asked him if he would make pancakes.
       He got his red jacket from West pointe on to go get the paper. I rushed to the computer to check my email. My best friend Jessie told me she sent me a really long email about her complicated day. I didn't think it would be that long, but I couldn't finish by the time my dad got back. I knew I had to clean my room before anything else that day. I was picking up the chewed up package of gum that my two dogs, Muffin and Kona decided to chew up and leave the paper and wrappers all over my floor. Three packs of really yummy gum too! It was the new Trident Desserts in mint chip, strawberry short cake, and key lime pie. I had chewed one piece of mint chip, and the rest was in my purse. I guess that's what I get for keeping my purse on the floor and my door wide open.
      My dad announced that breakfast was on the table. Warm pancakes (some still raw in the middle, but whatever) with whipped cream. I was reading the Sunday comics when my best friend Brianna, also known as Bricock (Brianna Peacock, Brianna + Peacock= Bricock) texted me that she wanted to kill pancakes in her mouth. the text read

Me: I'm just waiting on my dad to make pancakes!
Bricock:PANCAKES!!!!! NOM NOM!!!!!! KILL THE PANCAKES!!

I texted Jessie that she was right about Bri. This wasn't the first time she talked about killing. On a Saturday afternoon, when it was still bright and sunny, two of my best friends, Hannah and Shannon, and I wanted to watch Paranormal Activity. I thought it was all bogus until that night. My door swung open and I heard footsteps. I couldn't see anybody, until I felt my daschund jump up on my bed. I posted the whole thing on buzz (mini face book type thing connected through GMail) and bri posted:

Brianna Peacock: muffin kill!!!
Jessie Montgomery: bri, i signed you up for a killing therapy session with a therapist. you are going to miss ballet, but it is for your own good.

Brianna Peacock:NOOOOOOO!!
       After breakfast I went back to cleaning my room, and Jessie texted me that she wanted me to come shopping with her for her dress for the dance. I ran out to my dad, who was sitting on our leather reclining couch, watching the Indy car race in St. Peters burg, Florida. he said he would think about me shopping after i got my room clean.
      If you have ever seen my room you know there is no dresser. So if I have something that can't be hung up (i.e. socks) i have baskets that i shove under my bed. i threw all my dedicates and socks into the baskets, my jewelry into my jewelry box, and some other stuff that doesn't go under there like books and papers.
       After my room looked OK, i went into my bathroom to clean and fix my bed head. I threw on some makeup to I don't look like the green creature on the wing of the plane In the twilight zone. i told my dad i needed a ride,and he made me vacuum my room, put the  mop away, fold some blankets, and more chores that seemed to take forever. wen we were in the car to go to the mall, i soon realized did not know what store we were meeting Jessie at. i called her and found out they were only about three streets ahead of us. so she called when they were in the parking lot in front of Macy's. i was just turning in to the parking lot. i saw two girls in the lot, and realized my other best friend, Meade, was there.
       A while back, Jessie, Meade, and I went skiing/snowboarding at mt. rose. the night before we went sledding in my neighbor hood. we saw some geese and stated saying "goose!!" to the geese. so when i heard someone in the background shouting that, i knew it was Meade.
       My dad was driving towards a Canadian goose, and Jessie and Meade were chasing my dads car. i soon hopped out, and gave my dad an air hug from the outside of the car. Jessie, Meade and i ran back to Jessie's mom, Lori's car. we headed inside of Macy's, and while Lori was downstairs in the women's section, Jessie, Meade and i went upstairs to the juniors section tthat crazy. just really skimpy and slutty. the top was strapless, with a big sequined black bow, and a Chanel pink skirt. it didn't zip in the back and it looked trampy.
Meade is hard core, and loves green. she doesn't wear alot of pink, and definitely not dresses. she is a tomboy, and lives with 4 brothers, so if you lived with 5 guys (including her dad) you would be a tomboy, too. her crazy dress was long, pink, bedazzled, and five sizes to big. definitely crazy!
    i then tried on my military inspired dress, the one Meade grabbed one of, too.  it was an OK dress, and definitely not worth $50. Meade tried on a one sleeved dress which she looked adorable in. Jessie came out in some other dresses, but none of them were right. Meade then tried on the military dress, Jessie tried on a turquoise and yellow watercolor poppy dress, and i tried on the dress i fell in love with. it was a long black maxi dress with a huge poppy on the bottom. it made me look 5'10"! Lori came in and said i should get it, but it was ll the money i had, and i already had a dress for the dance. Jessie ended up getting the yellow and blue poppy dress.
     we all wanted to go to Rue 21 because Jessie and i  had never been in there. After running across the mall, we came in, out of breath, but ready to shop. we had about 10 minutes to look around. i b lined to the jewelry section, found really big earrings, but found the perfect ones. the are brass owls and have peacock feathers on the. the were only $5, so i rushed over to the checkout counter and grabbed a twenty out of my wallet. Meade and Jessie didn't find anything, so they started walking towards the door. we started running back towards Macy's when it hit me. running to Macy's would look like we were shop lifting, so we slowed to a power walk.
       when we got to Macy's we met up with Lori and i called my dad to get a ride. as we were heading to the car i realized he was not there. i went to their car with them, and said my thank yous and goodbyes. i walked back to the store and tried to it on the rounder, but the bush was poking in my back and i started texting my friends to not be sitting and be bored. in what seemed like forever, my dad came. when i went home i started blogging. and i have been writing since.
love,
Maddie

um, its snowing outside, right?

so today when i came home from school with two bags of sugar (for making sorbet! don't worry, i wasn't planning to get a sugar rush from it!!) (not yet any way,) and i was going to make a peanut butte and honey sandwich like i always do, but the handy man was here. he had to fix our fridge because it wasn't making ice. i always change out of my uniform, so i did, but into a t shirt and a skirt. i'm comfortable in it, but i walk into the office to find my dad in a fleece pullover and jeans stating "i have a bit of a chill!" he keeps the house pretty cold, so if your cold, don't touch the thermostat, put on a sweater. it was the first time i have not been wearing a sweater, and the first time i wanted to yell at the snow, because i just got an ADORABLE tank top, and the only sweater i have to put over it is three quarter sleeve with lace on the top! it has ruined my perfect tank top weather! but until them, awesome oxford-combat boots and skirts shall take over!!
love,
maddie