Hi, my name is Samantha. If you're reading this you are most likely either curious about myself or my writing. I used to write a lot, but haven't found the time lately at all.

I'm a high school student in the DC (the United States).

As of right now my favorite books are Catcher in the Rye, To Kill A Mockingbird, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Fahrenheit 451, Speak, Elsewhere, and of course there are numerous of those teen trashy novels that I'm in love with but can never remember the names of.

As for my writing, here are some "run downs" I guess of each piece:

A Best Friend- I wrote this in 8th grade for English, and then went back after it was turned in to make it more... me. It's basically my definition of a best friend; although it definitely can be seen as the cliche and stereotype of a best friend, and is definitely not always true.

excerpt: It means trusting a person to know your deepest and darkest secrets--and trusting them to keep those secrets to themselves. It means having a person stand up for you, even when they know you are wrong. It means having someone there to pick up the pieces when you hit “rock bottom,” and having someone there to push you back down and laugh with you when you rip over a twig on the way to school.

Catching a Butterfly- A poem about writer's block. It's funny what kind of topics can get you out of a writer's block, and how frustrating writer's block can be in the first place.

I'm not going to put an excerpt cause alone it doesn't sound as good..

Starving to Perfection- A poem about a dancer suffering from a lot of self-esteem issues, comparing herself to the other girls in her class, and thinking of ways to make herself become one of them.

excerpt: She must be like them,

She must be light--

On her feet,

In the air,

She must be a dancer.

The Subway Car- New version edited is up. A short story of a teenage girl, stuck on a subway car, with someone very... unexpected. The subway car she so much wanted to leave from becomes a place she never wants to stray from.

excerpt of current version: “Are you cold?” he asked, obviously noticing me shiver. I shook my head no, but he sat down next to me anyways and wrapped his arm around me. “Ahh,” he continued, “so I still get to you?”

Waiting and Wanting- A different type of poem than what I usually write, so reviews with constructive criticism would be VERY nice. It's about exactly what the title says, and in this case I (as it is in first person) is waiting for their love, and wanting to be with him (but with somewhat of a twist).

excerpt:

I didn’t think anything that came out of it

would be real.

Well, not as real as this feels anyways—

and this feels pretty damn real.

After the third book I looked at the time.

For me, it’s a mere 2:06 am.

For him, it’s 6:06 am.

He’s not getting online.

Don't Tell Me You Love Me- As I haven't been on here really since I last posted this and have yet to re-read all of these I'm not going to put a summary or excerpt of this in here as of right now.

Anyways, read and enjoy!

And remember to review! Reviews make me all fuzzy inside- as do cookies. :)

~ Tieka/Camelopardis ~