Does This Make Me A Supaspy?

All of my blogs are top-secret.

     Even my first WordPress blog five years ago was secret. Created shortly after the move from California to Texas, it was my vent for my frustrations and teenage rants, it was where my writing style grew and flourished into something beautiful (my writing skills ended up somewhat mangled after I made the mistake of taking a creative writing class one semester), I had readers and blog friends and fans. I still do.

     I didn't plan on it being a public journal that I hide every moment of everyday from everyone except my best friend, it just turned out this way. Without writing I would have lost myself, because the day after a post is published I read it over and realize from a new perspective the nature of my behavior, and the wisdom (or lack thereof) in my responses. That's why I typically write in 'book form' as I call it. With dialogue from my life and my thoughts on what was going on in the situation.

    I love writing, and I love my blogs.

Until I Write Again,
--Hannah-Elizabeth

Just Call Us Seven And Anna-Lynn

“What a shame.” I said as Heather paused at the stop sign, we were both looking at the lonesome, beaten volley ball bobbing around a large puddle of water in the street. It was raining.
“Should we take it?” Heather asked. I looked over at her to see a mischievous gleam in her eye, and at once opened my door to the outside. I walked around the puddle quickly, trying to find a spot I could safely lean over without falling in (it looked much deeper up close), a pebble shifted under my right high heel and I came dangerously close falling face-forward, but caught myself, scooping up the ball in the process. I heard Heather laughing from the car and ran back, my hair now damp from the rain.
“We’ll just drop it back where we found it when church is over.”
“Sounds good.” I turned it over in my hands, it looked beyond beaten up, it seemed downright abused.
“Not as pretty up close, is it?”
“Not at all.”

We headed to Starbucks and sat at our usual table. Madame and I now call each other “Seven” and “Anna Lynn” when we’re at Starbucks, because once the barista misheard Heather and thought she said her name was “Seven” (I don’t know how, either…) and last time they thought my name was “Anna Lynn”, which is a tad more understandable, though I don’t torture the coffee folk by telling them my name is Hannah-Elizabeth, just Hannah. So, it just leaves the mystery of Lynn.

Annnd, I have run out of time to write more because I must prepare for a science fair.
Until I Write Again,
--Hannah-Elizabeth/Anna-Lynn

Post One

Wow, new setup. I don't mind it really, Blogger seems nice and simple and to-the-point. It is a tad more difficult to hunt down good blogs, though. WordPress makes it rather easy to establish blogging friendships, and blogger seems a tad challenging in that area.

Since I don't want to leave any potential readers with that, I'll go ahead and tell you a bit about myself.
I'm seventeen years old, I live in North Texas, and in August my best friend of five years

Heather Madame - best friend

 - someone who has always been incredibly kind, helpful and loyal to me - is getting married, and a few days after the wedding I'm moving halfway across the country to go to a university. In about fifteen years, once all of the needed schooling is taken care of, I'm going to be a forensic psychiatrist.

Alright then, this should take care of the dreaded introductory post. I do hope to get to know folks in this part of the blogosphere soon. And suppose you happen across this post, do leave a comment and tell me a thing or two about yourself!

Ya'll take care,
--Hannah-Elizabeth

P.S. Just like on my WordPress blog, if I consider you to be a blogging friend, I will place the word 'Madame' or 'Sir' in front of your name when I write a reply or comment. So don't think it's too odd if I call you Madame *your name*, or *your name* Madame/Sir *your name*.