Chapter One: The Wish

So I know I promised a commentary this week, it just has been fairly hectic over here. So I will provide you with the next chapter of my book today and the commentary on Saturday. Comments are appreciated!

Chapter One: The Wish

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s happening!” My sister, Savannah, was yelling  as she bounced on top of me. Her dirty blonde, choppy wisps of hair flowed around her face with each bounce. She looked just like her name, thin, light and wispy just like the savannah grass.

“What’s happening?” I grumbled searching around for the clock trying to get a grasp of the time.

“The meteor shower! It’s time for the meteor shower! Rememmmmmber?!” she said grasping my face with her small hands gazing deep into my eyes.

“Oh yea. I guess I said I’d show you it, didn’t I?” secretly wishing she would have forgotten.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Come on! We need to go now!”

“Ok, ok” I laughed as I pulled a robe around her and put on my slippers.

We opened the window and crawled onto the roof being careful not to step on any of the worn roof tiles or nails.

This was my life as long as I could remember it. A plot of land  in the middle-of-nowhere Texas that Gavin, my step-father, had inherited. A house that was falling apart more and more everyday and then us, me, my mom, my sister, my step-father. All three of us in this wasteland surrounded by only corn stalks and hay pinwheels.

We laid a blanket down on the roof and sat there waiting  for the meteor shower to begin.

“What are you going to wish for?” asked Savannah.

“I’m not sure yet,” I replied back honestly. I thought to myself what would I wish for if I had only one wish? I sure didn’t want to waste any wish that could come true but unfortunately wishes were for kids. I knew that a wish wouldn’t come true for a 15-year-old like myself.

“Well I know what I am going to wish for” Savannah said firmly. “I’m going to wish that we can leave here some day and go someplace magical Hazel. Just like mommy had promised.”

“That sounds good,” I stated.

We sat there in the dark and waited for what seemed like forever when it started all a sudden.  Wisps of blazing lights streaked across the sky  like bombs were going off and the night was being set on fire.

I closed my eyes and took in the elements.  The breeze brushed my curly, auburn hair across my tan face, tickling my nose. The summer heat engulfed me with its warmth and the feel of Savannah’s hand clenched in my own.

I looked down at her as she oooooed, ahhhhhed and gasped at the shooting stars. She was enjoying this rare moment with absolute amazement. It was magical just watching her, as she believed in the impossible.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE Y’ALL TWO DOING UP THERE?” screamed Gavin from within our room causing us both to jump almost of the roof. “GET DOWN BEFORE I KNOCK YOU DOWN AND THEN SLAP YOU BLACK AND BLUE.”

Savannah and I winced and glanced back at him. His red face was swollen, his beard unshaven and the bottle was in his hand. “Let’s jump and run to the field,” I whispered to Savannah. She nodded in agreement and we stood up. He came towards the window reaching out for us with his burly hands.

We took a running start down the roof taking a giant leap at the edge of the bent gutter before ascending into the sky. It felt magical, temporarily flying in the night sky with the stars to light our way. In that split second I knew what I wanted more than anything else and made my wish mid-air.

Then a blast of white light broke through the the black sky, so that it looked like 12 in the afternoon. With it our descent came to a halt like time was still and we were floating in space. The sky went dark again and we hit the soft ground.

Our knees took the fall worse and were bruised and bleeding. We hurried to our feet and started running down the field to the pasture. We jumped over the bubbling creek and rolled down the hill to our tree and plopped down.

Savannah and I giggled happily that we made it away. Gavin would not chase us here, too drunk and in a stupor to care for the night. We laid there looking up at the sky ,the meteor shower was over as well as its splendor.

We would have to go back home tomorrow morning and face the music of our punishment. I hoped for Savannah that he would forget with the alcohol but that rarely happened. Savannah looked over at me, her face filled with just utter contentment, “So Hazel? What did you wish for?”

I smiled back and shook my head, “You know I can’t tell you baby duck. Otherwise it won’t come true.”

She sighed and then rolled over to fall asleep. I looked back up at the sky and smiled. Whispering my wish one more time I closed my eyes, only to miss the last shooting star of the night.


Transformation Series One- Hazel’s Room: The Canvas

Hi Y’all!

To begin the transformation series, I will begin by transforming my house room by room. I want to transform the rooms to reflect us as a family so that our house is no longer just a house but becomes our home.

I want to start with my daughter, Hazel’s room first because her room is the most incomplete in the house since we have had so many guests stay in there. Also I would like to give her a space to contain her stuff (right now her clothes reside in my closet) and a place for her to call her own and be herself in as she grows older.

Here are the before pictures and my somewhat blank canvas:

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I will update you each week on changes and where we stand with our $150 budget goal.

Wish me luck and be sure to watch my video here!


The Prologue

Prologue: The Two

“Shhhhh. They are sleeping.” She looked down on them and smiled. They were her’s. They were one and the same, and they were her babies.

“Are you listening to me Ariella?” the man asked. His tall, broad frame overwhelmed the space and his agitated pacing did not help matters.

“Yes. I know but I cannot just leave them,” the woman responded. She was tiny compared to the man but her green eyes pierced the small space. It was clear that she commanded the room.

“You have to Ariella, we have to go,” the man pleaded. His body engulfed the room more and more with each urgent response.

“No, I can’t we’ll stay here. You go, I will stay here with them. I can blend in. I promise,” the woman pleaded with the man, kneeling on the ground now.

“But can they blend in? You can’t hide them, this one is already showing signs.”  

“I can. Don’t worry. No one will know.”

The man heaved one long drawn out sigh, knowing that it was impossible for him to argue with her, “Ok. Please keep them safe for me. I don’t want anything to happen to y’all. You are my everything. I am soooo sorry I got us in this mess.”

“It’s ok. I am sure. You must go or they will catch us for sure.” The woman was in tears now, knowing that she would be by herself soon and everything was about to change.

“Ok, let me hold them one last time.” The man hugged the two before kissing them on their heads as he whispered something into their ears. He looked up at the woman, “I love you. Ariella, this won’t last forever.”

“I know. I love you too.” She cried and grasped him wishing that he could hold her forever.

“Bye. My love. Be safe. Do what you have to do.” Then the man vanished and the three sat in the dimly lit cabin. Alone.


What is an Alchemist?

The definition of an alchemist is a person that has the ability to change common metals to gold. They were often considered early chemists of their time- based on their works. They were also sometimes considered to be wizards since people thought they could create everlasting elixirs or cure illnesses.

I want to be an alchemist for life. I want the ability to change the silver linings within my life to gold. This is my space to show people the transformations that I am helping taking place within my home, life and world.

I also hope you can find inspiration and hope from this site as well.