My happiest place I would have to say is Miami, Florida... I just have so many good memories there and going back today would be fantastic... I love it down there... I practically grew up there... I love the beaches...

The song that I constantly have on repeat is "The Reason" by Hoobastank. I love this song to death, It gives me chills every time I hear it... Another song I love is "Fall For You" by Second Hand Serenade.

I like the Harry Potter Sequel ' Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' better than 'Harry Potter and Sorcerers Stone.' I like it better because it had a lot more action and suspence than the first. and you got to see the young Voldemort. A.K.A Tom Riddle. I love the fact that you get to see Harry go back and see what Tom did. I also love how you get to see Harry resolve his problem with not being in the proper House. He gets the sword of Gryfindor, And that really sets Harry in place as to where he is supposed to be. My favorite part of 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets' is Dobby. I absolutly LOVE Dobby! and the fact that Harry had the guts to give up, what we later find to be one of Voldemorts horcroxs, just shows who Harry is and what he stands for.  I feel that you really get to know the Harry Potter cast much better.

I would like to be the very symbol of reincarnation. The Phoenix. 

I'm sitting here writing. I'm writing about something that I know nothing about. It's this journal. I have no idea where it came from or how it got here. But it says I wrote it. It says I wrote it on the night of May 16th. I don't recall writing any of these words down. I've had journals before, but only ones where I wrote down my thoughts and feelings. Never one that told a story. I've never considered myself a good writer. But this journal, that was supposedly writen by me, was good. Too good to be written by me. A feeble minded 15 year old. I do, however, remember something very peculiar about that night.

I remember that night like it was last night. I dont know why. It just always stuck to me. Like it wants me to remember it for some reason.

It was dark, almost pitch black. All light from the moon and stars was blocked out by the canopy of trees above my house. It was the kind of night you could take right out of a scary movie scene.

I was sitting in front of a dimly lit computer screen. There had been nothing to do. I was waiting for the Internet to come back on when it had started to rain. Which was weird because I had watched the weather that morning and it has said 0% chance of rain for my area. I was getting kind of creeped out by this feeling of being watched. I had figured it was paranoia. Normal, right? Then...

...CRACK!!!!

It was possibly the loudest thunder clap I've ever herd in my life. It finished its tyrant and the lightning that immediately followed, took out the power. Now my only form of light was a half burned candle sitting next to me. As I lit the candle with a match I slowly stood up. Then I sat right back down. Another loud crash from the sky had sounded. This being even louder than the first.

As the minutes of silence ticked by, I slowly started to gain back my ability to stand. When I did, I stood and started to walk toward my bed to go lie down and try to get some sleep. There was nothing I could do with a raging storm. That's when I herd a sudden creaking noise coming from the front of the house. A few seconds later I realized where the sound was coming from... The front door had been opened, and then slammed shut.

There was no way I could sleep now. The silence was killing me. Every breath I took was scaring me with the sound.

A few minutes later I herd the sound again. Did I just get robbed? I remember that and about a billion other question going through my mind at that moment.

The seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours, my heart was ready to jump out of my mouth.

I don't exactly know how much time I had lied there awake. waiting for something to happen. It just all of the sudden happened. I was out.

I woke up the next day around 3pm. I didn't wake up in the place I fell asleep.

I woke up sitting back at my desk with my head laying on the open journal I now look at.

That's it. That's all I can remember about that night. I have this huge black spot in my memory. Like im not aloud to see whats happened in that time period.