Imagine me on Wednesdays. I would wake up and remember that it's Wednesday. Almost instantly, my day would be so much better. Why? Because Wednesday is when the newest edition of the Times comes out. Yeah, I know. I'm that kind of person that basically lives off of the Times.
Now imagine me on Thursdays and Fridays. I would spend those days working on the newest article that I would submit for the next edition. The articles that aren't a part of a series, that is. For every day until Monday or Tuesday night, I would work on the "A to Z Artists" series and then I would submit it.
Since I started that "Holiday Riddle" series, I have been getting non-stop mail. I've probably spent a good hour every day answering to mail. I kept telling people that they either got the answer wrong and not to try again, because I already had three winners or that they had the right answer but I already had the three winners. Believe it or not, someone actually tried to "cuss" me out because I told them they had the wrong answer.
Looking back on the last couple of weeks, I've realized how much time I've spent on Whyville and writing for the Times. I've realized how little time I've had to do anything for myself, because I'm busy answering to mail or writing "A to Z", the "Holiday Riddles" or just a plain old article.
Right now, my life is getting so much better than it was before. I haven't been grounded in a while, so I'll be able to get my driver's permit pretty soon. I have relatively good grades, but I still need to work to keep my GPA at 3.875. I need to get out of my house and have a social life like I did in the summer.
Two nights ago, I spent the night at a friend's house. It was the first time that I had done that in a while. I hadn't talked to that friend and had a real conversation with her for maybe a good month. I haven't really hung out with her (except in class) for a month. This girl is also my best friend.
There's also this guy that I really want to hang out with a lot more than on the bus, in Video Broadcasting class and through texting. According to some friends, he's got this "monster crush" on me and I guess I like him, too. Last night he was going to come over to my house and play Guitar Hero with me, but his parents wouldn't let him. He was going to sneak out of his house to come to mine but I talked him out of it. Tara contributes to this paragraph by saying "You know you're in love when . . . ")
I just seems that it's pretty weird that I'm 15 and I haven't gone out anywhere with my "best friend" in over a month. It's weird that I have this guy willing to sneak out of his house just to hang out with me. I need to keep my grades up (which are slipping at a 73 in math . . .) just so I can stay in BETA Club, get into National Honor Society and get into the University of Georgia.
That's why, Whyvillians, I'm taking a break from both the Times and Whyville. I really need to get out of my house and get a life. I really want to start hanging out with my friends more and actually get Matt over at my house to play Guitar Hero without having to sneak out of his. I know that I'll miss writing and I know that some of you will miss reading what I have to write.
For the "A to Z" series, I have D done, so I'll submit that. If I have the time, I'll do E. Do not get mad at me if I don't get E or F or G or whatever else done. I promise that I'll get to them. I promise! You can hold it against me if I come back writing articles but never get the A to Z finished. You never know, I may pass it off to my sister or some other worthy writer to finish it off. I may co-write it with someone. Who knows?
Now for the hard part. I can't say when this break will be over. I know that I told Tara that it would probably be only for a month, but I truthfully have no absolute idea. It could last until May when school gets out or it could last for five days. Again, who knows?
The even harder part: saying goodbye. I don't want to, but I know that I have to.
One last thing before I submit this to the Times. I don't want to be known as bluebag or that girl who's dyslexic and writes for the Times. I want to be known by my name. Kaila. So, please, for the sake of all man-kind, call me Kaila.
This is Kaila, going to play Guitar Hero with Matt.
(My knuckles have turned to white, there's no turning back tonight . . .)
