sicky wicky.

i am wicked sick now. im at school, but im going to vomit.
and it doesn't help that we had to watch Smashed in health class 1st period.
i had nothing in my stomach and seeing suffering kids, blood, alcohol based accidents...it didn't really suit me well.
but i am going to write a novel and my heart is set on it being a Best Seller!
i doubt that, but i can wish. wishes can come true, i think. i wish all the time. maybe its cuz im irish, idk. i think that i have issues when it comes to wishing.
but my story is about a girl named Avery and she is hated by her mother. she locks her up in the house, never to see the outside. until one day, a man named matthew, who has 5 kids, comes and adopts her. and she goes to their house and finds out that they aren't normal people their werewolves. and she has to become one of them to survive. and a boy named...well i cant remember right this second...but he works for that family and he tries to lead her away from the werewolf family by using love for evil. and she hates and despises and it's oh so sad how she travels away until the worst comes and she sees all she's lost. but thats how far i've gotten.
ick. i think it is a perfect waste of time in class, but it inspires me somehow. and i always go to my husband, pepe larue's page to see how he's doing. i miss him more than ever.
anyway, the novel. it's gettin there. wish me luck.
Frannie LaRue xD