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A tree moved into a new park leaving its old roots broken and in the ground. The connections between its friends’ roots had held until they could no more, at last breaking apart. The tree had no name, for trees don’t possess any names apart from the ones carved into them by hopeless romantics. For the story’s sake we’ll use the name carved right at the tree’s base, Ellen (+ Ryan).

Ellen travelled along in the park until she reached the place she felt most comfortable, next to a pack of trees she did not know. After a while of basking in the sun, however, Ellen began to become friends with the pack of trees. All of their leaves had a divine look to them, bright and shiny green, while Ellen’s leaves possessed more of a golden color.

Ellen thought of this pack of trees as her friends. She knew enough about them, but there were times when she didn’t understand what the pack was talking about. They were the inside jokes, secrets kept over years, for these trees had not once moved; they were born and raised in that sunny park. The pack’s roots ran deep, intertwining with each other as if to prove that the trees were close.

Autumn came and new trees moved in, but unlike Ellen, they came together in a group. They were south of Ellen, but she decided to introduce herself. She had quite a few friends, but she couldn’t help but think that she could have a little more than what they gave her. She soon became friends with most of this pack, however some of those trees disliked her and stuck to themselves when she turned their way. This pack’s roots, however, ran deeper than the others, and Ellen could not help but think about how she missed her old pack of friends.

Her roots had once ran that deep with a large pack of trees, branching and swirling underground. They had spread far and it had hurt her to remove them, but she managed. Now, she realized, she was dying to have those same roots, but with these new friends, for she had moved and wasn’t going back.

So Ellen tried. She asked questions and joined conversations with both groups, but most of the trees on both sides of her ended up shutting her out more. She missed her old friends dearly.

Ellen decided to send out a few of her leaves to the wind with a message. She hoped they would arrive at her old park, the ones where her pack lived and where her true friends were. She waited for a time as the leaves travelled, but at last she received one leaf back. It was from her best friend in the world. The name on her base was carved Anna (+ Erik) and she had roots that ran deeper than anyone else’s. When it had come time for Ellen to break roots with Anna, it had hurt the most.

On her leaf, shiny yellow, read a message full of love and longing and happiness. Ellen was so happy to be able to contact the old friend she sent a note of the same nature back, praying for more responses.

After a time, two messages came, one from Anna and one from Jackie. They both were filled with happiness and memories and Ellen cried with delight. The message-exchanging continued until Winter, when all the leaves were gone and Ellen had no way of communicating with her friends.

She turned to the divine and south trees, but they grew together and discovered they had similar backgrounds, shutting Ellen out more. She felt more and more betrayed by the two packs. Sure, some of the trees from both packs were just as nice to her as they had to begin with and some were more, but it didn’t feel the same.

Ellen wept. She had never felt so alone.

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Turns out, Ellen had just been PMSing and has all her friends and a good life again. XD

SO yeah, hope ya’ll enjoyed that bit of “Kaye”.

More to come (hopefully) daily. Ciao!

And so begins my new blog.

Let’s talk about these, shall we? In our very big world with many opportunities for every boy and girl, many of us choose to sit on the couch or in a very comfortable computer chair, such as the one my butt is parked on right now. What is this telling us? It is telling us that…. Well I really don’t know! I’m not quite sure what to take from the lifestyle of the computer geek/chatty teen/bored child saving themselves by sitting down and writing… yep, a blog. You’d think that I am hypocrytical by saying it’s pointless, but listen: Think of it as an expirience you just want to try to see if you like it. We’ve all had these expiriences, whether it be riding the bike without the training wheels or eating a volcano taco from Taco Bell.

Keeping up with this will be hard. Truly, it will, but only because I would usuallybe sitting down and reading a book or watching TV or IMing my friends. I’ll admit it, I’m a total computer-freak, but never before have I done something so…. individual. So…. I’m will to try, give me a break.

But before I finish this page and go make my oh-so-fancy Creamy Chicken Ramen Noodles, be warned: I like to talk. A lot. So if I got comments/feedback, I won’t curl up in a bal and cry, Ill speak back. Be ready to hear about my non-so-exciting days and my tragic feelings, as well as issues I feel the need to address. This isn’t just a modernized-form of an autobiography, my friends… It’s an adventure. Are you up to it???

Ciao for now!!

~Kaye xoxo