After The Events Of The Book, Two Bit’s Jokes Lessened And Definitely Got Quieter Until He Sort Of

His birthday is on the same day I start my first day of High School. I suddenly feel better about going to a makeshift prison!

SOOO... I feel like I'm an awful writer

Well, I'm not really sure where to start this. I'm a teenager. And I wrote a book. I'm getting it published soon. And I have an awful feeling that it's nothing but garbage. I did the best I could, I reviewed it a hundred times, I've rewritten and thought about stuff over and over again, but I still feel like it's no good. Without giving any spoilers, it's a slice of life book about 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, with 6 out of 12 chapters taking place in school. Her and her parents have moved out of their old neighborhood 7 months before the book starts.

I want to make this a trilogy. I technically started this book series in 4th or 5th Grade, and I made a lot of google slides and I didn't really get better until a few months ago, when my dad got me a publisher through one of his former coworkers.

I really haven't wanted to admit it, but I'm pretty nervous about what the reception will be like. I feel like I'm just gonna get torn apart by critics, reviewers, and everyday book lovers across the nation or something.

Okay, this actually made me feel better. I hope anyone reading this has a good day/night!

My Book's on Amazon

Janice Lance: Monday Blues By Monet Mouling: Amazon.com: Janice Lance: Monday Blues: 9798335277259: Mouling, Monét: Books

Gaston is awful; don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

"Gaston was the real hero of the story." "Gaston was right!" Gaston was a dummy with big muscles that had charisma and a great singing voice. That doesn't take away from the fact that he was a complete and all-around VILLIAN. Yes, a VILLIAN. What do you call someone that tries to force someone into marrying them through freaking blackmail?! What do you call someone who attacks somebody that literally did nothing to him whatsoever except treat the girl he desired (certainly not loved) with respect, dignity, kindness, and yes, love, and earned her love in return. Name one thing in the entire movie that showed how much Gaston loved and cared for Belle and compare it to how many times the beast did the same. So sick of people (men, pick-me's) acting like Gaston was a good guy. I find it excruciatingly hard to believe you lack that much media literacy, even though I probably shouldn't.

I think after the court Ponyboy would see Johnny and Dallas as hallucinations, and eventually, it would lead to him going crazy and/or super depressed and committing suicide

I would hope that he doesn't commit suicide, but I would understand if he did after all the trauma he went through. First his parents die, he gets hit by his brother for something he didn't mean to do, (I don't hate/dislike Darry for this though) he nearly gets drowned to death and has to go on the run with his best friend after said best friend kills someone for him. And then his best friend dies. After saving children. Then his other friend commits a suicide by cop. And he watched them both die. In the same night.

Yeah, I can imagine he would have some issues.

Why do you guys blame Cherry and Darry for the events of the book? (Y'all especially do this to Cherry)

Cherry was literally getting harassed by Dally, then Johnny killed her boyfriend, (even though he had it coming) and then Two-Bit had to stop some of the greasers from jumping her when she offered to be a spy. Honestly, I don't even care about Cherry that much myself, but it's not like she went out of her way to hurt anyone. (And who can blame her for not wanting to see the guy who killed her boyfriend? Besides, who's to say that Johnny wanted to see her anyway?)

And I don't like it when people blame Darry for what happened. (Ik some people blame Pony too, which I also don't like, but I've seen people blame Darry more) Darry was 20 years old. And taking care of his 16- and 14-year-old brothers after both of their parents died. AT THE SAME TIME. Darry wasn't perfect, but neither were any of the characters. That's what most people like about them. And really, if you want to play the blame game, blame Bob and the other guys for jumping Pony and Johnny, or blame Dally for flirting with Cherry in the first place. (Nobody seems to do the latter option)

And here comes another poem.

Here's the other poem I wrote for my black history school assembly.

 Unforgettable

We will never forget our brothers,

Malcolm, Martin, and Medger.

And we will never disregard our sisters,

Fannie, Shirley, and Ruby.

We will not forget the anger and hate that was thrust upon Rodney and Emmett.

We will remember the strength of Mamie Till to show the world what happened to her boy.

We will remember Rodney asking the Nation, ”Can we get along?”

We won’t forget the bravery of the Little Rock Nine or the patience of the Greensboro Four.

We will remember the boycotts and the protests,

Along with the dogs and water hoses.

We will not forget the people from the past,

Who wouldn’t give up and fought for their rights. For even those who were not in the spotlight,

Still shine like diamonds.

For they showed courage and determination,

In a time of fear and discrimination.

So let us never erase these people from our memory,

For each and every one of them is unforgettable.

Here's Another Poem I wrote

This is one of the two poems that I wrote this year for a black history assembly at my school.

Blind

Can’t see it.

Can’t feel it.

Can’t recognize it.

You’re blind.

You turn away from the struggle of others.

You won’t hear about the injustice.

You pretend it’s all in the past.

You’re blind.

Don’t act like isn’t here.

Don’t act like it isn’t there.

Don’t make-believe it's all gone away.

Don’t look away from all the pain.

Your guilt is telling you to turn away.

Your fear is making you hateful.

Your hate is turning you violent.

Your ignorance has made you blind.

I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars. -Martin Luther King

Here's a Poem I wrote a year ago

(would've been good to post this in February, but I didn't give a crap about tumblr in February so this is what I'm doing)

What I am is smart and kind.

What you are is ignorant and blind.

What I am is black and beautiful.

What you are is vile and unhelpful.

It's not my fault that you hate me so.

Just because my skin is not the color of winter snow.

It's not my fault you will stoop so low.

So, I will walk on as calmly, as the summer wind blows.

Don't you see it's not important where you come from?

What matters is if you treat people like scum!

So, you can keep talking and thinking the way that you do.

But don't be surprised when karma comes to have a chat, with you.

(I know it's not that good, but I wrote this when I was 13 for a black history assembly we did at my school and it's really the first piece of poetry I did that wasn't god-awful)