Today was an amazing day I wrote 2,813 words because I lose time tomorrow, but I think I can run home between shows and do some sprints and I'm going to do some tomorrow before the show I think. The word count total right now is 9,843 according to the official word count on the site, and I find that amazing. Today I wrote two chapters chapters 3 and 4, Today I well be sharing an excerpt from Chapter 3.
Chapter 3 Scarlett
Chapter 3 Scarlett
Date: November 3rd 2004
The last four years of her life had been kind of a whirl wind for her, but she didn’t regret any of the choices that she had made in her life because they were for the better. As far as the time after her daughters were born, and the time that they left her she had missed them a little bit as any mother would. In her heart of hearts she knew that this was the way that she wanted it, she knew that wasn’t in a good place and that her kids would most likely be taken away from her anyway. As far as her family she was trying and trying to get them to see her as a person, and not as the black sheep that just kept on screwing up until there was nothing more that she could do. The fact that she wasn’t like them always seemed to be the one thing that they didn’t like about her, in other words, how dare she not follow the carefully laid out plan that was laid out for her by her parents, and their parents before them so they just assumed everyone would follow it. Why was it that they were so stubborn that hey couldn’t see her the way that she saw herself, yes she was a little damaged and a bit of a rebel but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t a human with feelings. The fact that they didn't see her as a human with feelings, they just saw her as someone that screwed up over and over again and she couldn’t seem to fic her life because she was just that kind of a person. Scarlett just wanted to be viewed as the way that she was by her family, very much flawed but she did have some goodness in her and her family never saw that they just saw that she was flawed.
For the first year after her daughters were born Scarlett was in College at New York School of Interior design, she had been going from the time that she was eighteen and she had only taken a few weeks off to have the twins, but she still kept up with her course work. She was now twenty-one, and she was now of the legal drinking age but as everyone that knew her knew that she was drinking for a while. She was now a junior, sure maybe she was a little bit behind but she was more focused now than what she used to be, and she was really trying to make things right. The main reason that Scarlett was in school was to make her family proud of her, and to give them something just one thing that would make them see her as on their good side. After school she was going to be an interior designer, she wanted to design a lot of things, and she had always been told that she had an eye for detail and one that would very well in designing. In all honesty she was tired of being known as the screw up in the family, the black sheep, and many other rude sounding things that they called her both to her face and in writing. She wasn’t asking for sympathy because she knew that she wouldn’t get it from most of her family, she was looking for understanding and only her sister was one that seemed to be on her side. The rest of the year was a bit of a blur, sure she partied but she was one that didn’t party as much because she was trying to become a better person than she was, she was one that was always trying to be a better person but she would always fall back into her bad habits.
The last four years of her life had been kind of a whirl wind for her, but she didn’t regret any of the choices that she had made in her life because they were for the better. As far as the time after her daughters were born, and the time that they left her she had missed them a little bit as any mother would. In her heart of hearts she knew that this was the way that she wanted it, she knew that wasn’t in a good place and that her kids would most likely be taken away from her anyway. As far as her family she was trying and trying to get them to see her as a person, and not as the black sheep that just kept on screwing up until there was nothing more that she could do. The fact that she wasn’t like them always seemed to be the one thing that they didn’t like about her, in other words, how dare she not follow the carefully laid out plan that was laid out for her by her parents, and their parents before them so they just assumed everyone would follow it. Why was it that they were so stubborn that hey couldn’t see her the way that she saw herself, yes she was a little damaged and a bit of a rebel but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t a human with feelings. The fact that they didn't see her as a human with feelings, they just saw her as someone that screwed up over and over again and she couldn’t seem to fic her life because she was just that kind of a person. Scarlett just wanted to be viewed as the way that she was by her family, very much flawed but she did have some goodness in her and her family never saw that they just saw that she was flawed.
For the first year after her daughters were born Scarlett was in College at New York School of Interior design, she had been going from the time that she was eighteen and she had only taken a few weeks off to have the twins, but she still kept up with her course work. She was now twenty-one, and she was now of the legal drinking age but as everyone that knew her knew that she was drinking for a while. She was now a junior, sure maybe she was a little bit behind but she was more focused now than what she used to be, and she was really trying to make things right. The main reason that Scarlett was in school was to make her family proud of her, and to give them something just one thing that would make them see her as on their good side. After school she was going to be an interior designer, she wanted to design a lot of things, and she had always been told that she had an eye for detail and one that would very well in designing. In all honesty she was tired of being known as the screw up in the family, the black sheep, and many other rude sounding things that they called her both to her face and in writing. She wasn’t asking for sympathy because she knew that she wouldn’t get it from most of her family, she was looking for understanding and only her sister was one that seemed to be on her side. The rest of the year was a bit of a blur, sure she partied but she was one that didn’t party as much because she was trying to become a better person than she was, she was one that was always trying to be a better person but she would always fall back into her bad habits.
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