beginning

"Why, why won't you just LOVE me?!" She sobs into the blankets that engulf around her as she lay on her bed. This morning she was happy, how did she end up here? She reached over to the tissue box that was placed up on her nightstand, the blanket falling down off her head to her shoulders letting her deep red hair fall back out over her face. She pushed the side of her hair back behind her ear as she grabbed the tissue, returned to her original position on the bed, before blowing her nose and wiping the tears soaked upon her cheeks.

(I feel I should end that with some cliffhanger or strong statement.... think about it)

       "Cordelia , Royanna, wake up!!!" their mother knocked upon their door at 5:30am, "Come on! Up up, get yourselves dressed for school!" she shouts as she walks away into the kitchen. 

Royanna sat up and raised her arms above her head to stretch, within herself she felt disappointed because she didn't want to go to school, 10th grade is even more draining than 9th. Before she could feel too down she remembered something special. She jumped up out of her and ran over to the chair in the corner of her room tucked under the computer desk and swiped a bag off it before setting out to prepare for her day. 

       As she finishes eating he walks in the door. Her eyes light up as they meet up with his hazelnut brown eyes and he smiles. 

"How are you beautiful?" He asks she reaches over to her bag and holds it out to him. 

"What's this?" He questions her.

"Just look at it! I got it for you!!!" 

       Dawson reached in and pulled out a pair of sweatpants that sports his favorite tv show character on them, "Aw babe, you didn't have to get me anything."
"I know but I wanted to!" She says enthusiastically. She loved surprising him.

"Alright, you ready to go?" He asks her as he placed the bag in his backpack and zipped it back up.

"Yeah, I just need to get my shoes on, hold on." She then searched for her shoes to shove her feet into before meeting him at the door.

       The warm air hit their skin as they left the house, their hands reached out and locked up instinctually as they walked the path to the bus stop. 

"What do you have first period today?" Cordelia asked Dawson.

"Uh... Language with Mrs. Lason, you?" He responded.

"Oh, I have Social studies with Mr. Sax. That's on the other side of the building from you, right?" She questioned.

"Yeah. Why?" He asked.

"I was hoping we could meet up at some time just so we could see each other, even if just for a couple moments." Cordelia admitted.

"Uh, well, you get off lunch as I exit gym, we could meet out in that hallway." He suggested.

"Oh good, yeah! That would work." 

     They reached the bus stop as the bus approached, walked up inside, and got comfortable in the 2nd seat together. They chatted on the way to school about upcoming tests and personal stressors.

     The bell rang and Roy (as her friends and family commonly called her) shot up from the lunch table to quickly dispose of her plate and head out to find Dawson. She exited the cafetorium and turned the corner to head down the hallway in which she would see him again. When she got there he wasn't there yet so she waited. A few more minutes went by and she was becoming confused and worried, "Where is he?" she wondered to herself. Another minute passed and she knew she had to hurry up to her next destination - Science.
It's alright, he probably got caught up in class, we'll see each other on the bus later. She thought to herself.
      

girl psychic - visions of her best friend dying, keeps trying to save her every time.

don't believe in punishments

Also, I've learned from this style of parenting that their motive isn't always what we think or assume their motive is. Usually their motive has absolutely nothing to do with what they've done - what they've done is more like a symptom but not the illness. You punishing symptoms is like treating the symptoms but not the illness. Which means the symptoms will just keep coming back. And it's impossible to punish the illness to heal it, it just would make it worse. The only way to heal it is to find it, understand it, and work with it until the symptoms fade away. And I personally feel that when it comes to children all it takes to heal the illness is love, understanding, compassion, and acceptance. Not acceptance of the symptoms - nobody likes those. But acceptance of the things that cause the symptoms - the emotions.

 I want to throw out there that I personally do not believe in punishments whatsoever. My oldest is almost 7 and she is the most amazing human I have ever known. She is so kind, compassionate, loving, understanding, thoughtful, intelligent, I could go on and on and on. The only thing she lacks is patience and I think that's her age. Lol time feels so much slower to her than it does me.She doesn't hit, doesn't kick, has never slammed a door or thrown anything, when she's upset she says, " mommy I just need some time to myself " she usually sits on her bed by choice or grand something to play with and I wait until she's ready to talk.Even if she does something that really upsets me I don't punish her and I don't take her things away. And she very very very rarely does things that upset me - those are usually impulses that she didn't think about beforehand. Like one time she pushed her baby brother off the bed. She didn't purposely try to hurt him - she just didn't want him getting into her paperwork. But I got really upset because it could have hurt him badly. She quickly realized that she could have seriously hurt him and she went to sit on her bed. When we Both calmed down we talked about it together and she hugged and kissed her brother - on her own, and apologized.My idea with not taking things is - as an adult that would make me even more angry, how would it not create the same feeling in a child? When I'm upset I NEED something to help me calm down - an outlet. My phone, crocheting, a puzzle. Whatever it is. Children also need an outlet. Anyway, my point of this is to prove from my style of parenting and the proof in my child that these other methods are not necessary to get a good child and they don't work based on fear but by love and respect of each other.