This isn't really a Free-Write Friday, but it won't fit anywhere else.

Last Free-Write Friday entry for the seventh grade =( See you guys in August!
     
     Samantha actually committed suicide on February 28th, not May 1st. When they were preparing her body for her funeral, they found out she was two months pregnant and she had also overdosed on acetaminophen before she cut. In honor of the month we've been without Sammie, I had a paper signed by a lot of people, who also let me write "LOVE" on their wrists. 
     A special shout-out to Luisa, Mazaya, Dariana, Ismael, Fatima, Laura, Tatum, Kristen, Mrs. Moon, Cattabrie, Vannessa A., Vannessa M., Glenda, Patty, Robert, Joie, Aimee, Summer, Kellyn, Sylvya, Katie, Brooklyn, Daniel, Darren, Jose, Karla, Raven, Kimberly, Diana, Camille, Citali, and Ka. They all let me write on their wrists and signed a paper with sweet comments that I plan to send to Sammie's family in Nevada. I want them to know that I haven't forgotten about her and that all these people care about Sammie, all 32 of them! If you signed and didn't see your name here, want to sign, or would like to get "LOVE" on your wrist, just comment, and I'll reply as fast as possible!

     I'm still grieving over Sammie. I emailed her parents to try to tell them that I'm here for them and I miss her, too. Sammie was a wonderful girl. I wish she didn't do what she did. A lot of people cared about her, even if they didn't say it often. About a few days before she died, she made me promise I'd never cut myself again. I did the day before I talked to her, and she found out. I didn't even think that she was planning it. After she died, I told myself there was no way I'd ever break my promise to her. I promise I'll never cut again. 
     I'm sticking with my promise because of how much she meant to me. I was having major suicidal thoughts after I got the news. Talking to people and being able to get those feelings out was great. Everyday - all day - I'd just sit on my bed in the corner and cry. I couldn't cope without her. Her funeral was in Nevada, so I couldn't go. She was my best friend. She was there when I needed her. Now she's gone. I'll never forget her, and she'll always be in my heart. I have a guardian angel now; now I feel safe. 
                                            I love you, Sammie. 
                                              Never forget it.

In remembrance of Sammie who took her life on April 30, 2013, write love on your wrist and wear yellow on September 10th. We need to take a stand against bullying. R.I.P Sammie </3

     On Tuesday, April 30, 2013 my best friend Sammie (not her name - nickname) committed suicide. Guess why? Bullies. Sammie was my best friend. She understood me. Sammie was the most beautiful girl in the world. She had perfect, loose curly hair, deep brown eyes, amazing dimples - everything about her was perfect. I loved her like my sister. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. 
     Sammie used to go to Edison High, but moved to Nevada at the end of February. She was bullied at Edison, but she thought moving to Nevada with her dad, who got a job promotion, would make everything better. Samantha was perfect, but she was made fun of because she was very short (5'2") and only weighed 90 pounds. She was anorexic, also. Sammie was going through a very rough time. 
     On Wednesday, May 1, 2013, I called her house. Her mother answered the phone, which was odd because Sammie usually answers to me. I asked her mom if I could speak to Sammie, but the line went quiet. I knew she was there, because I could hear a sniffling in the background. She told me Sammie committed suicide on Tuesday. I was too late. 
     Sammie got bullied very bad that day. She ran home and locked herself in her bedroom. 
     I don't know where she got it, but she had an industrial grade razor. She was a cutter in the past, but recovered from it when I recovered from mine. She had cut so deep into her wrist that she was almost halfway through. Then, she hit an artery. Her parents found her door locked. Her dad had to turn the house upside-down to find the key. When they came in, Sammie had died from blood loss. There was nothing her parents could do. 
     Sammie, I love you. I miss you so much. It hurt so bad to lose you, but that proves God only takes the best. Sure, you're gone, but I'll always have you with me. Rest in peace Sammie.

     So, about last weekend, my mom, dad, and grandma all got the new Samsung Galaxy S3. I felt so left out because I've been wanting a phone for years. Honestly, I was just tired, so I was sitting on the couch supporting my head with my hand. Apparently, it looked like I was pouting. As I was dozing off, I heard my grandma point it out that I was "pouting" and went next door to her house (we were at my great-grandma's house at the time). She came back with a Samsung Galaxy S2. It was her old phone, but I didn't care. I've been obsessed with it since then.
     Me, being bored at home in my room, started browsing through Facebook when I came across a picture of my 14-year-old cousin, Violet. She had long, black hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes. I don't remember her eyes being that color. One comment said, "I love that app!", so I searched it in the Android market and I found it!
     It is called NiceEyes. I took pictures of my family, but mostly me. I gave us amazing eyes that I couldn't believe were even on my face. I love it so much. No one at school will let me do them, which is a bummer. I just like changing up my look. Like, a lot. More than I should. 
     I love my new phone! I'm looking for cases, so if anyone has an old case, I'll buy it off you. I want either an owl one or a 3D Stich (from Lilo and Stitch) case. They're so cute! So far, I've only found it for the iPhone. I hate iPhones. They're too fragile. I'm not very gentle....

     I was going through pictures looking for pictures to put on my family tree for French class. All the pictures are old. I knew that because there were pictures of when I was a baby and my dad wasn't bald. I found highschool pictures of my mom. I was shocked.
     The pictures were crazy! In some, she had either black or dark red lipstick on and fire-red hair. She was wearing old band T-shirts. They were amazing! I wish she saved them for me. Most had System of a Down or Marilyn Manson on it. So cool. The pictures said "A.Dominquez" on it. That isn't her last name anymore, and her name isn't anywhere on this website, so don't go creeping her.
     I want to be like her! She wore long, velvet, black skirts and everything about her was wonderful. She is the best mom ever. I couldn't ask for more. 
     My real dad moved back in with us when I was 5 after he'd had a kid with another woman. Now I have a little brother and sister with a step-sister mixed in. My family is awesome and I couldn't ask for more. 
     She's also getting me obsessed with more old rock music, such as Pantera. My favorite song by them is "This Love". I can't post it until I upgrade and I don't want to upgrade, so whatever. Just search it up. You'll love it if your music preferences are like mine. Rock and metal all the way ♥

     Yesterday, an old friend of mine from elementary school came over. She is a year older than me. We haven't seen eachother since I was in 5th grade because she was in 6th and she left the school before I did. She goes to the school at my bus stop and I saw her glance towards me. She changed so much, I didn't even know it was her!
     She changed her look dramatically. She had long, straight, black hair, side-swept bangs, air-tight, blue jeans, and a Pierce the Veil shirt (she got me listening to it when she brought her IPod over). They're pretty cool, I guess. I like my vintage rock bands better because no one that is like me listens to that kind of music. It makes me a different kind of scene =]
    

(Make-up for last Friday, I was absent)
     Well, 'Awesome' is in quotes because my weekend was horrible! Okay, I have time, so let me explain....
     It started off on Thursday night of last week. I was absent Friday because of it. I did a lot of dumb stuff that ended up in a fight with my parents. They found out that I was doing a lot of bad stuff. I was practically in a puddle of tears, and makeup was EVERYWHERE! My mom called a place called C Care, which is an "Emergency Crisis Center." They tied me down and took me in an ambulance, and it wasn't very fun. It ended up being 2 a.m and so I had to stay the night there. I woke up and I didn't know where I was. My hair was a mess so I quickly brushed my hair with my fingers. I made my bed, and just sat there. An nurse called me over, and there I met two boys. I forgot the 10 year-old's name, but there was a 17-year-old and his name was Kyle. He was a really nice guy, but he was in trouble for a lot of things. He was charged with attempted murder at one point.
     We sat there talking for 3 hours, not getting the least bit bored. He passed me a note that said "I really have dumb, strong feelings for you." My tummy turned in a knot. I didn't know what to do, so I just looked up, smiled and then slid the note back to him. He wrote a second one that said "I fell hard for you." I knew it took a lot of courage for him to say that, so I gave him a hug. He gave me his number and I gave him mine. When my mom came to pick me up, he gave me a second hug and said he'll miss me. I guess that was happy, but the fact I was in there to begin with wasn't very good.
     The good part about my weekend was going to Monterrey Bay on Sunday morning. I really didn't want to get up because I haven't been sleeping well lately. I eventually got up and we packed up the car. My favorite part of the ride was watching the movie "Tangled" and not getting carsick (whoo!). It was freezing there and the water made my feet numb. It was weird when I was collecting shells and one was....taken. A baby snail came out and scared the bejesus out of me. My sister is terrified of snails so my dad said, "Where is Katlynn when you need her?" That made me laugh so hard (my sister is so scared of snails and slugs). 
     Well, lets wrap this up, so have a good life and until next time...Amber OUTTIE!!!

     About a week ago, my grandma's dog, Chip, died of Parvo. He was just over three months old and my grandma was devastated. She loved him so much. She slipped into a deep depression. She didn't even want to be in her house because he was there. She wouldn't go in her room for a while either. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help, but I couldn't. 
     The doctor prescribed an antidepressant. That medication would have a reaction with another pain medication (she has a bad back) and the doctor didn't know. My grandma has epilepsy, and it didn't end well. 

Isabella is now 19 moths old. She is the best, smartest, most beautiful baby in the world. At her checkup, the doctor said she was at the intellect and size of a two (almost three) year-old. The did multiple tests on her to check up on how smart she was and she blew them away.
     Every day I come home from school, she is waiting at the door for me. She'll say "Yay!" when I come in. We get along the best out of all of my siblings. It's hard to see, but in the top, left picture, she had two little pony-tails in her hair. She's also is wearing a Strawberry Shortcake shirt. The top right picture was taken by Genevieve (She can be found on Facebook under the name "Photography By Genevieve").