It seems so long since I last posted. Forever. I'm genuinely hoping it's not been that long, though. I've been sort of preoccupied. Blech. I'm beginning to dislike some of my hockey teammates and I have hockey so often. Oh well. I have a tendency to switch subject at a rate that must be so entirely cumbersome. And I use stupid, long, poetic words. Way too much. But that's okay. I'm just rambling now, so I'll get on with the more exciting topics.My birthday is coming up. YES! April fifteenth just feels so far away from today. But, aside from that, I shall write about Visual Arts. We've finished with Pen and Ink, Acrylic, Pencil and Pencil Crayons, and have now moved on to clay sculpting and watercolour. And we have until may to finish our independent projects. Mine, I'm doing with oil paints. It's a tree (yes, that sounds boring), but it's going to be exciting, because I've never used this medium before.
Alright, So I believe I promised to continue Lillian's story, so reader's who take enjoyment only in reading my tales and such, and not my silly rants about life. So here you go...
Winter Lights (CONT'D)
Lillian stopped and slumped onto a park bench, and tucked her knees into her chest. She watched the skaters spiral and leap. She watched for what could've been forever, or no time at all. But she got up, and began to trudge home.
Once she walked into the run-down, once alive apartment building, Lillian slowed down. She despised the place, hated to be there. Lillian took her time her time climbing the dizzy spirals of the staircase, looking down, running her fingers along the broken mirrors lining the walls. She trudged towards the door with a rusty number one-hundred-and-thirty-seven on it. Lillian pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. It clicked and swung open.
Lillian walked in and crept towards her room. She did not want to see her mother. She didn't want to see her sister or her father, either. Lillian opened the door and closed it behind 
her. She sat down on her windowsill and cleared away a patch of scum from the window. The sky outside was a deep blue-black, the rundown neighbourhood looked somehow beautiful adorned with paper snowflakes and twinkling lights. Lillian pressed her palm against the window and sighed. She wished were out there spreading her wings, not caged, burdened with sorrow. Lillian leaned back and closed her eyes.
her. She sat down on her windowsill and cleared away a patch of scum from the window. The sky outside was a deep blue-black, the rundown neighbourhood looked somehow beautiful adorned with paper snowflakes and twinkling lights. Lillian pressed her palm against the window and sighed. She wished were out there spreading her wings, not caged, burdened with sorrow. Lillian leaned back and closed her eyes.
