17 questions a 17 year old wonders

When do I graduate?
Am I suppose to be having sex right now?
Should I study or go hang out?
Are we really going to Denny's again?
What is an acceptable time to start dating after a break up?
Is he staring at me?
Am I getting fat?
Should I stare back at her?
I'm I going pass Algebra 2?
What am I going to do with my life after this?
Should I have joined volleyball last year?
Is 11:30 too late to go to bed?
Is my phone sending my texts?
Should I have been working by now?
Aren't I suppose to be at a party?
Why won't my parents stop yelling at me?
Am I suppose to know who I am?

Elevator Exercise

 So I've been trying to develop a story since I haven't written one in who knows how long and I was reading on the Internet on good was to develop a character and I stumbled across the Elevator Exercise. Basically I wrote a short scene with myself and my character stuck in an elevator and its suppose to capture the character in a) a stressful situation b) how a stranger would view her (in this case). Here's what I got!

*elevator breaks-thirty minutes ago* 

*relatively calm young girl, hair braided Into two plaits, as blond as the sun, leans casually against the wall, staring at her old boot as she drags it across the carpeted floor* 

 "I hope you're not in a hurry" I say, the first word is spoken within the thirty minutes since there was a lurch and a whoa between the both of us. She smiles at the floor and looks at me. 

"Nope, but this elevator music is kind of making me want to be." You couldn't tell that it was even bothering her. She looks like she's in a dreamy daydream and nothing could bring her down from the clouds. 

"Do you live here?" I asked. She seemed like she wasn't mentally there but I'm so bored I'm willing to rudely pull her out of her haze. 

"No I was just visiting my Dad" she says in the same dream like tone. It's not a sad tone just detached. "What about you?" She looks up from the half circle she has been drawing repeatedly with her toe. I can't tell if she's just being polite or is actually curious. But her big brown eyes are staring into mine so I take it she's wants an answer regardless. 

"Boyfriend, my boyfriend lives here" I answer stuttering. Her eyes are so open it seems as if they were...hungry for....everything. 

"Oh" she smiled "How long have you guys been together?" she inquired kindly. 

"A few years now" I say smiling, her age reminds me of the age I fell in love. 

"That's wonderful" her brown eyes smiling

"Why were you just visiting your father?" I asked bravely. 

"My parents are divorced" she replied softly her eyes that were so hungry seconds ago were down, content staring at the paisley carpet. I felt like an idiot of course they were, who's parents aren't divorced.?

"I'm sorry, was it recent?" I asked feeling terrible that I intruded. 

"Yeah it was only a few months ago" she responded with her detached tone, though it was obviously contemplative this time. "It's okay though, it happens." She sat down, her back up against the wood panels and stared up at the mirrored ceiling. I sat down with her my posture open towards her. Suddenly the elevator feels like it drops a whole story.

She scrunches her face up tight and takes a deep breath when it stops. 

"Oof" she sighs "I should have taken the stairs" 

"Yeah really" I agree. We hear a clobbering on the doors. 

I'm the new kid on the block.

Sorry for the shitty webcam shot. I'll get better! Anyways I'm making this because Tumblr is to distracting and Facebook sucks butt. I don't know if any one will ever find this or read this but that's okay. I'm not doing this for anyone but me. 
See I love to write and blogs are the new notebooks, not that I don't have a few of those either but I like to be kinda all over the place, I'm a bit of a messy person. 
Some other things about me are that I study astrology, I love Los Angeles and I don't eat meat. 
I'm kind of boring but its exciting for me to watch myself grow and this is a good way to document it. 
I hope you have a wonderful day!