The Way of Quil

 So I'm reading this book by Lisa McMann (one of my two favorite authors). The book is called The Unwanteds. In this book the city they live in,  Quil, separates its people in to three groups: Wanted, Necessary, and Unwanted. The Wanteds are given more schooling and are shipped of to join the Quilitary. The Necessaries are sent to work on the farms. The Unwanteds are killed. Only heres the catch, The Unwanteds aren't really killed, this nice man takes them under his wing and sends them to a conceiled school called Artim'e where they learn that they can do magic. Yada yada yada,  If you get a chance to read it do. I wrote about it because I feel like  we are seperated like this. The ones every one 'wants'  are the popular ones that get everything they want in life looking down upon the 'Unwanteds'. The ones we find 'necessary' are the ones that you say what's up to in the hall way, they never have much of a problem. Then there are the people like me 'Unwanted' you never look twice at us. We just create half the things you use on a daily basis. Everone looks at us like we are dead. Unlike in the book,  most of the Unwanteds in real life are unattractive, like myself.

Pack Mentality

 Wolves are my favorite animal. At first I thought it was because they were hunters, fierce. Now I think I'm just envious. Wolves have a purpose and don't lie to them selves about how they feel. Every wolf has a purpose in its pack, and knows just where it fits in to place. Every wolf hunts and kills out of necessity. Never will one claim to be a vegetarian nor will one be courteous if you overstepped your boundaries. They are open about loving meat and don't care if you call them rude. We write it off because they're animals and we aren't. But, we are. Deep down we all want the same things; to survive, to be accepted, to have a family we can tolerate, to be in charge. Humans don't acknowledge ourselves for what we are, animals and the worst kind too. We don't care if people get hurt in what we do if it gets us ahead, but the wild life takes only what it needs from its fellows. Am I alone here in saying that we just might be the animals that we so desperately demote in our minds as primitive?

Family

  The not so elusive house guest monster is here. I hate it when some thing happens and you let someone crash on your couch then in the morning when they are supposed to leave, they don't. Do I really have a say in the matter? No, because if I kick out said house guest they will cry to my mom who will inevitably call me bitchy and rude then allow them full access to my home. If I was older my mother wouldn't have a say in the matter of who I let in my home, but I'm only 15, so no choice for me. But there really is only one monster worse The Family House guest. This is bad. My grandmother is sleeping on the couch and my grandfather is in my bed. Now my grandfather doesn't shower, when I thought they were leaving I washed my sheets, so they wouldn't smell like old hippy. Of course, now they aren't leaving and I have to remake my bed to make them feel more comfortable. I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN MY BED FOR 3 DAYS!! I don't care if they're comfortable or not I just want my bed back!! It isn't bad enough that they practically live over here and my mother is trying to get me to move with them? If they do move I'm moving to my dad's. I can't handle my grandmother micromanaging or my grandfather not showering let alone neither of them doing anything to help around the house. I mean if you're going to stay here at least help out right. Well they don't and when they say that they're leaving tomorrow they better mean it!

Sometimes

 This life I lead gets better sometimes. Sometimes I see a glimmer of light, then it's ripped away. thats all I have to say, all I have to say TODAY.