Story of My Life

I decided to do a much longer post about my life just for the heck of it. And I get piloshpical at 4 in the morning.

I was born on April 11th of 2000 on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I feel as if this encompasses my personality pretty well, let me explain.

First off, April is in the spring a sign of new growth and new beginnings which I love. I love being able to start each day with a new attitude, a new day that has so many possibilities. I am also an Aries which means that I am very headstrong, and sometimes too opinionated.

The 11th, I’ve always felt a little more than average more of an 11/10 than 10/10. An odd number in a way,  yet powerful and different.

2000, a new century. A different, sometimes terribly difficult century where the things that do matter shouldn’t, and the things that should matter don’t. I’m always struggling to find a way to differentiate the two.

On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, afternoons are my favorite time of day and rain is my  favorite weather, but it goes deeper than that. I’m not the one to finish first or last, mornings are too early and evenings aren’t meant for work, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get it done. I might take a few extra hours, but that makes it even better. And for the rain, I have never been a big fan of the sun, but the rain brings along a clean slate and makes everything seem so beautiful.

Now that I’m done with my philosophical rant, (Is that a word??) I’ll tell you more about my life.

I was two years old when my little brother was born, which is probably one of the most importsnt days of my life. I started dancing at age two and continued to dance until age 14 when I decided that basketball was more important. I began playing basketball when I was four years old, and it kind of stuck since my dad always coached.

When I was 12 years old, we decided to move a few cities over and build our own house. The ten months it took to build it ourselves ( No contractor, we did most of the work including flooring, electricity, etc.) we lived with our really good family  friends.

Now, three years later those same family friends got me into something I am really passionate about: cycling. I completed my first 100 mile bike ride June 5th and it was one of the best experiences of my life.

My new friends are some of the best people I have ever met, and I find it very hard to not rant about how much I care about them. So I will apologize in advance for the posts about people you don’t even know. (I wish you could.)

A few extra things are that I love to travel, I am a huge sports fan (GO UTES! DA BEARS!), and I am very, very, very accident prone. Ask anyone.


Chapter 1

“Luci, Luci! Can I come too?” I smile down at Heidi, bouncing one of her blonde curls.

“Sorry, kiddo, not this time. Be a good girl for your daddy, okay?”

She wraps her small arms around my neck in a hug, nodding.
“Okay, Auntie Luci. Bye Momma!”

Ana waves goodbye to Blake and her daughter, practically dragging me out the door.

“Thank you so much for coming with me. Work’s been hectic and Blake wants to spend some time with Heidi” she says as we load the groceries into the car.

I look at my sister.
“It’s just a shopping trip, Ana; it’s no problem.”

I slide into the car, turning on the radio to a random station as we drive.

“I was meaning to ask you if Mom got the food for the barbecue. We need to get it soon, if not. Maybe I’ll call her.”

“I’m sure Mom can handle it herself; she’s a grown woman!” I laugh.
Ana is a perfectionist and planner, which basically means she loves to be in charge. Even when we were little.

“No wonder our parents named you Anarchy; you were always fighting with them over who was in charge.”

She just rolls her eyes. “Makes you wonder why they named you Lucifer.”

To this day, I can’t believe my parents named me after the devil. I mean, anarchy is bad enough, but Satan is on a whole other level.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny, Ana.” When she doesn’t answer, I look up to see that we aren’t moving.

“Ana?” Large red trucks line the street, smoke billowing above us. Within moments, Ana is out of the car, leaving me to chase her up the sidewalk to their house.

But there is no house.

What used to be a small home with a small garden growing out front is now a charred disaster. The only thing left is a half melted dollhouse with a pink roof and yellow carpet.

“Where are they?! Where is my husband and my daughter?!”
Ana sprints toward the nearest fireman. He stands still, hands twitching at his side, and immediately I know.

They didn’t make it. Somewhere in that burned mess is Blake, wearing white tennis shoes covered in blue and purple sparkly nail polish. And Heidi, who probably still had her favorite race car gripped in her sticky hands.

I find myself walking into the still burning house, coughing as smoke fills my lungs. The burnt wood surrounds my ankles, searing the skin.

My feet ache forward, pleading me to move, but I can’t. Terror surges through my body: what now?!

I focus on the crack in the driveway, reaching down to drag my finger across the jagged line. Fitting; my life has been ripped in half just like this slab of cement.

Someone pulls me up from the ground by my armpits, settling me in their arms.

“Luci, honey, everything is going to be all right.”

I look up at my father.
“Please. Please don’t lie to me.”

Hope you liked it! Make sure to tell me what you thought. (Honesty is obviously appreciated 🙂

And a big thank you to for Elm editing!

-AKA Aspen

I’m A Total Loser

Okay, maybe not. Honestly it just depends on your opinion. Although I do suck for not writing, but I’m sorry I had no internet!!! (Excuses, excuses, right?) It’s actually still not working so I’m writing this on my phone which I didn’t want to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures (Dramatic, I know).

Anyways, since we’re already on the topic of being a total loser, why not write about it.

By definition a loser is one of two things :

A) A person who has lost something such as a game or contest
B) A person that fails frequently

According to definition B, I’d consider quite a few people, including myself to be a loser. I fail frequently, at every day tasks, sometimes at being a good friend or being positive, or other times when I can’t finish or win at something.

And as the cliche saying goes, this is how we learn. In my opinion sometimes cliche is cliche because it’s true. If you follow my blog you’ll probably hear that alot. I personally like this aspect of failing, I don’t want to be the kid making the mistake of doing the chicken dance in the middle of class as a sophmore in high school.

If I did this, I would be called the type of loser most of us automatically think of.The “loser” who likes things that are different, who doesn’t talk to many people, who doesn’t wear the latest fashion, the one that might be shy or outgoing, someone who hates school or someone nerdy.

As I said before, it’s your opinion of whether or not somebody’s a so-called loser. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

But the whole “loser” thing was created by people who needed to feel superior. Your opinion can and will change other’s views of the people around them, and also themselves.
Don’t build your throne on broken bodies.

-Aspen aka The Author

-AKA Aspen

My Editor

Hey, hey, hey! So I just realized that I never introduced one of the best people I have ever met to this site! She is not only an amazing friend, but also a large part of my pursuance of writing. This is a thank-you letter to her:


First off I’d like to thank you for teaching me so many things. Being the headstrong, bossy person I am, its hard for me to slow down and pay attention. But you do it effortlessly, you are so patient with everyone, always encouraging even when I probably don’t deserve it, and the kindest person I have ever met. You would be willing to do anything for those you care about, and everyone knows it. Hopefully everyone around us can learn from you, just as I am.

Secondly, the things that most people don’t realize about you. While you are patient and kind, you are determined. If you want something done you will work hard to get it, and I want you to know that I admire that a ton. Keep trying your best, I know you can and will succeed. Your also hilarious! You probably don’t even realize it, but sometimes you say that funniest things that can crack me up for hours! Especially when I’m sassing you and you say something sassy back and get that horrified look on your face as if you killed a kitten.

When it comes to writing, there is so much. You’ve stayed up late hours as I bounced countless ideas off of you through excruciatingly long text messages and emails. You’ve read through so many scenes that I’m surprised you haven’t changed your e-mail yet. And the character names! Oh the names, you probably know enough baby names to name all of your future kids and nieces and nephews. Thank you for never telling me to stop writing and that it was useless, thank you for encouraging me to keep writing and reminding me that its what I love to do.

Thank you for everything, I hope you have learned at least something from me in these past years. I couldn’t live without my editor!

P.S If you’re reading this Emmy, or if anyone else is, feel free to comment below!

Love, -A.K.A The Author

Back To School Advice

Note: These tips are for High School, if you want to see my tips for middle school click here!

Around this time of year, we are surrounded by the groans of children’s and teens slamming alarm clock buttons, and zipping up backpacks. Yes, it is almost here (or already here, depending on where you live and go to school), the dreaded back to school. Le gasp! Ay ay ay, I think I have a headache already.

Although school can be terrible and exhausting, there are a few good things we can look forward to like seeing our friends, and….. And…. I got nothing.

Hopefully I can make it a little easier with some tips and advice!

  1. Try it Out!: Trying out for a sports team or musical program can be terrifying, do it anyway. Even if you don’t make it, there’s no room for regrets afterwards.
  2. Not all Teachers are The Enemy: Although they give you homework, some teachers are really funny and nice. I’ve personally found that they really do care, and give great advice.
  3. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep: Yeah, yeah we can all sleep when we’re dead, but you’ll really be regretting partying or watching Youtube until 4 in the morning when you have to pay attention in math class the next day.
  4. Stress is Useless: That quiz in science isn’t going to determine your future, people will forget that one time you sneezed on your crush, and worrying about failing convinces you that failing is an option. Don’t stress, it’s high school not the olympics.
  5. Talk To the New Kid: It doesn’t even have to be the new kid, just somebody you’ve never met before. You don’t know anything about them or maybe you do, for all you know you could be best friends in two weeks.
  6. Extra Credit: You might not think you need it, but extra credit never hurts. Extra credit is a rare and valuable prize in high school. Extra credit= Life Saver.
  7. Pay Attention & Participate: I know, boring, but you have no idea how much stuff is on tests and homework that the teacher already explained in class. Taking notes is also really helpful. This includes answering and asking questions in class. This makes teachers more willing to help you.
  8. Friends: While you don’t have to be friends with everyone, it is nice to have people to hang out with and that care about you. Once you find these people, make sure you make an effort to be a good friend to them also. They can get you through the hard times, and even schoolwork.
  9. Save Money: Whether you’re about to drive or do drive, you  need money not only for the car, but also for gas. Money is also important if you want to go shopping with your friends, or go out for lunch sometime.
  10. Learn From Those Around You: This could go from peers and friends to parents and other family members. If they’ve gone through something you are going through,take the advice.You don’t have to rely on it completely, but keep it in mind. If somebody around you has done something stupid, and they tell you not to, you probably shouldn’t. Why make the same mistake twice?
  11. BALANCE: Balance is probably the largest piece of advice I can give to anyone when it comes to school. Schoolwork is a large part of what you’ll be doing. It’s important to finish assignments, stay on task, and study for tests. On the other hand, it is also very important to have a social life. Now this doesn’t mean hanging out with all the cool kids, and going to parties every weekend. It could mean hanging out with a few of your close friends, going to school dances, and sports games. You  also need alone time. Time to relax, and think, and not worry about anyone else.

I hope you enjoyed these tips and they will help a little! I’m thinking about doing more back to school posts such as recommended supplies, study tips, etc.

Also a big shout out to dreams and movie screens for all the extra ideas! Check out her amazing blog here!

Remember to like, comment, and follow for more!

-A.K.A The Author

Lessons Learned: Just Stand Up

I spent this past weekend camping up at one of my favorite places, Bear Lake. Bear Lake has been a tradition in my family since I was born, and it’s even where we met our best friends. They are currently building a cabin there so my family  decided to join them for a weekend at the lake.

One of my favorite things to do at the lake is boating. I love tubing, and especially wakeboarding, but this time they had something new for us to try: surfing. Granted, there aren’t natural waves large enough to go surfing so we had to create our own and surf behind the boat. Unlike wakeboarding, your feet don’t have shoes to slide into they have to sit on the board, and instead of holding a rope with a bar you  get a rope with knots so that you can surf without the rope.

When I got out onto the lake with the board under my feet and the rope in my hands, I kept repeating what they had told me: just stand up. So when I yelled, “Ready!” and the boat started going I flew backwards and swallowed what felt like gallons of the lake. I was choking on freezing water trying to swim towards the board that was now floating away.

Once I could breathe, I was adamant on trying again. This time I finally got up on the board, but in seconds I had leaned backwards and splashed into the lake once again. This happened a few times, each crash bringing along another bit of advice. Hold onto the rope more, pull yourself up, try to balance, don’t lean back, etc.

I then found myself trying to follow each tip, completely forgetting the first thing I was told: just stand up. When the boat started I gripped the rope, holding on for dear life, and flew. The board was long gone behind me as I gripped the rope and flew through the air until I realized that I needed to let go. My fingers slipped from the thick rope slamming into the lake moments before the rest of my belly-flopped.

While swimming towards the boat, I found myself unable to move my knees. Somehow smashing into the water had hurt them, even if I had been doing it all morning. So I took a break from surfing, and sat in the boat joking around with my brother about how I looked like Tarzan.

The next day my knees felt better so I decided to try again, but each time I tried I found myself doing the exact thing I had done the day before and still unable to get up. By the time I recognized what I was doing wrong, my knees and hands hurt too much to try again.

On the way home I was thinking about how long it was taking me to learn how to surf, even when  it took me two tries to wakeboard, and surfing was supposedly easier. The difference with wakeboarding was that I didn’t expect anything of myself. I had never tried anything of that sort before, and had no expectations of what I would or wouldn’t be able to do. But with surfing, I expected myself to catch on easily and surf as well as I could wakeboard. I was stressing myself out over trying to do every single thing perfect when the only thing I really had to do was just stand up.