The 13th Year of Emily John- August

The story really starts here because August is my birthday. I turned twelve this morning, at 9:07 sharp. No seconds, no milliseconds, soon as the clock struck 9:07 a.m. I was born. And I was now in my thirteenth year of being alive.
Twelve is a big number in our house- don't ask why. So, my mom invited all the grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, second and third and fourth cousins, neighbors, family friends; you name them, they were at our party. I didn't find twelve to be all that important, I like thirteen. I wasn't even going to participate in this shindig but when I realized that when the clock struck 9:07 a.m., I was officially in my thirteenth year. It's my last year of being a child, so I was definitely going to celebrate that. Who wouldn't? My godmother and godfather arrived last night, so they are already here. They are in their late 50's, so when I told my godmother why I was only going along with this idea, she was like, "Now Emily dear, when you're my age, you will be regretting celebrating the fact that it is your last year as being a child. Live every day to its fullest, because there will never be another August 29, 2009 again. Do any childish thing that comes to mind in the next year, because you will be embarrassed buying happy meals at McDonald's in a year."
By the way, I didn't even get happy meals anymore. I stopped getting them when I turned 7. They just didn't fill up my stomach anymore. Anyway, at about noon time everyone started showing up. Honestly, I thought it was pretty lame to combine your family party and friend party together, but my dog gets pretty wild with other people coming over, so my mom just wants to deal with that once, not twice. I'm allergic to cats, so that's why we have a dog.
The party was pretty boring after a while because my mom only let my friends stay for a little while. She wanted me to spend more time with my family. I didn't mind spending time with them, its just that all they did was talk. I think my godmother noticed me getting bored after a while because when she walked by me she whispered, "This is what non-childhood is like. You enjoying it? I think not!" She had a tone of horror in her voice. Sometimes I think age is getting to her head.
I spent some time thinking about what my godmother said over dinner (my favorite, pasta in pesto sauce) and then I got an idea. I stood up and banged my knife against my glass, like I'd seen in movies to get attention.
"Attention everyone. Um, I...have uh, been looking forward to this party for quite some time."
My godmother was apparently drinking her iced tea at that moment because once I spoke, she spit it all out laughing. It landed on the dog, who went wild.
"Anyway, I was, er, working on a... trick! Yes, a trick to show you guys! So, if you'll all come into the back yard, we can uh, get started with the show!"
I honestly had no idea what I was going to do. Maybe a cartwheel or a handstand, I have gotten pretty good at those. But, I all of a sudden changed my mind when I saw "The Tree."
The Tree is legendary in this town. No one is able to climb it and get back down safely. But I am the champion tree climber. So, I lead the crowd towards The Tree.
My brother started humming scary music. He is 17 and is always picking on me. But Samuel (Sam) was not going to stop me from climbing this tree. Besides, it looked pretty easy to climb. But as we got closer, more and more whispering came form the crowd and my stomach started churning more and more.
"Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls. I, Emily John, will not only attempt in climbing The Tree, but I will be the first to succeed."
And then I started. I was going up the tree, moving like a monkey. I don't know what the big deal about this was. I reached the top and I heard gasps. Excited murmuring rung in my ears. Then, I started going down. This is where most people messed up, so I was going to take it slow. I heard my dad preparing to take another picture. He took one when I reached the top, and he was going to take another one. I was about five feet from the bottom and I started smiling. Here I go. Once I reach the next branch, I will be able to jump. I put my left foot down, then grabbed the above branch with my left hand. My right foot went down, and slipped. I was falling, five feet onto a hard, rocky, ground. I landed with a thud. My parents came over first. I didn't stick around long enough to hear the details about going to the emergency room, but I did mumble, "Happy twelfth birthday Emily John."
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My First Post

Hola future followers of my blog! I am so excited to be starting this! So, this first post is just going to be a short little run down of what will be happening with my blog. As you can probably see on the side, I want to be a Rockette someday and I am working very hard towards it. After I am done with being a Rockette, I want to open a dance studio for children with disabilities. After the studio has been open for a few years, I want to write a book about my experiences. I love to dance and I love to write, so I will be using this blog to write stories. Some will all be in one posting, and others will have multiple postings per story. Either way, I want to hear your feedback on my writing. How can I make it better, and what do you think of it? Leave your comments in the comment section of my blog. I hope you all check back often to read and rate my newest creation! You can come back to justbeingmegan.blogspot.com