A late night, and a good day.(:

Hola! Today on keeping up with Ella we will be discusing Junior Miss, and a good day(:
Last night was my big sister Megans Junior Miss (distiguished young woman.) She did great, but saddly didnt win.

Lets back up. Around 12 that day, my grandma DeDe and cousin Kristin got here. We had a BBQ and played with bubbles.

Mckenna and Lilli.

Tim and Kaela, in charge of the burgers(:

Mckaela and Mckenna were wearing the same pants...

Kristin was wearing the same brand so she had to get a picture too...

After we ate we got ready. I wore kackies, a sweater and cute shoes and kaela wore jeans... I was pretty happy with how fashionable I felt, didnt get a picture though. We arived at junior miss at 7. Dallin, my friend from church, his sister was in this and so i saw him in line. He waved. Darla, my young womans leader, was there cheering bryanna (dallins sis) on, and so was all the other leaders. They made a sign that said We love bry, and oin the back.... We love megan! I was so happy they included her!
It started with a big opening dance and then the first group did their self expression. Megan was in the first group and they had a question to answer, If you could design a tag line for Junior Miss, what would it be?

Thats her, with her little sister (left). She answered "pay it forward" (: love it.

Then it was group two's talent. Heres Bryanna singing, she was soooo good.
Then it was group 1s fitnes.. I dont have any pictures but MEGAN WAS SO GOOD AT THE FITTNESS ROUTINE!  She is athletic naturaly so she made it look...fun!
Then group twos expression and then 1s talent.

Thats her(: She painted to firework by katie perry. I didnt get the finished but it looked really good. Just not as exciting as gymnastics or singing. There were some REALLY good gymnastics routines.

Thats her and her little sister. Its not her real little sister. They did a dance that was very cute!

Thats them waiting for the results, Megan pointed out that the light on her dress made her look like, and i quote,
"Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire!!" (: shes read the books.
We got home at 11;30...you heard me! It took sooooo long. But it was fun(:
The next morning at 9 Megan came over and we all had breakfast. She explained alot of things and it was fun to talk to her.

Later we went out to moms school and played at the park.... I took these pictures(:

More planking? Just cant get enough!!(:





So that has been my last two days... Well I have been wanting to share my new stroy with you guys!



This is a part of my new story, Outcasts:
"Dylan, are you okay?" I ask through the door.
"No."
"Dylan..."
"They called me dumb and out of my mind!"
"Your not..." I say softly.
"Its his fault! He made me like this!" His voice was old, older then 16. Older then the age he usually acts. It almost seemed like him before the accedent, cocky, stupid, a teenage boy. Then i feel afraid, I have never heard him yell like this. Was he talking about his father, the captain? My father?
"Who, Dylan?" I ask, holding my breath. He hesitates.
"Your father."
Thats what i was waiting for, what I had been dreading. My palms pressed against the door, I sink to my knees.
"Im so sorry."
"Go away! You look like him!"
I nod to no one, turn on my heel, and run. As far as I can get away from him, and away from me.

Mrs. Trac had a servent lead me down the stair case and into the big metal room, the hospital. Beds lay side by side, nurses buisily attending to servents. Sign hang above groups of people: sickness, unknown, injury, testing, birth, close to death, and the one Im looking for, comma.I make my way across the large metal room. People reach for me, pleading to stop the pain, some sleep, and some ignore me completly. When i get to the section, Im close to tears.
"Who are you here for?" A girl with the name tag labled cassity asked.
"Richard K Westbrooks."
Glancing at me solemly, the nurse gesters for me to follow her. She doesnt try to talk, and that im greatfull for. We weave our way around beds occupied by people of all ages.I am amazed at how still they are, but im also overhelmed with saddness. My hand tightens aroung the note book in my hand.
"I havent been here in a while, a year? two?" I say more to myself.
"Three."
"how-?"
"I remember your face, hard to forget."
My hand raises self consiously to my half-face wine stained birth mark.
"No, your sad face." She says. Then we are there, and I see him. It seems to me that he is more still then the others. Its almost like looking in a mirror. His hair is long, longer then 4 years ago, and strawberry blonde. His skin is pale and he has stuning blue eyes, even though they are close and you cant see them. i softly touch his face, and whisper
"I miss you dad."
Then i sit and read, read the story Me and him were working on, that I have been working on.







how'd i do??(: