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Annabelle oh, Annabelle, how do I put this into words. I have gone through so much with you that I can't bear to remember some of it. You are not the same girl that I met in 2004. We would gang up on each other and attempt to pull the stupidest pranks. But we grew up together like cousins. I love you Annabelle and I know I can always count on you through my hardest times. You've been there for me when no one else was, you've given me better advice then any magazine. I can't tell you how that future awaits you- a blank advice column just calling your name. Your such a drama queen but thats what makes you you. You're an amazing dancer and I can't wait to see you when your a professional Prima Ballerina. You're the most American British girl that I know and you are absolutely gorgeous. You are so accepted and loved everywhere and you deserve to know that everything you are and everything you do is honored and respected and people really admire you and look up to you. Good luck on Broadway!

I remember when I first met you.

I remember when I thought you were shy.

I remember when you ate candy off my floor in Miami and now we laugh.

I remember when we swam in the pool during a hurricane.

I remember when I stole your barbie doll.

I remember when me and Lilly tried to steal you and Bekah's secrets.

I remember when you were the last to move to Maine.

I remember when you rented the log cabin.

I remember when you wanted to switch rooms with Lily.

I remember when I got sick on my first sleepover at your cabin and had to go home.

I remember when you got your new house.

I remember when you got Buzz and were gonna name him Frodo.

I remember when you drew all over your kitchen floor.

I remember you saying you froze your cat in a bowl.

I remember you figuring out clouds move.

I remember when you said 'let's make potatoes out of these potato chips'

I remember when you danced in clouds.

I remember when you became an official tough cookie.

I remember when we climbed on your roof.

I remember when you spilt maple syrup all over your basement floor.

I remember when Bekah broke the 100 year old bed.

I remember when we cut out magazines and made colages.

I remember when we made a friendship book.

I remember when we loved Hannah Montana.

I remember when I wanted braces because you had them.

I remember when you squished Beckah on the pool float.

I remember when David stole your hat.

I remember when we boogie boarded at Popham Beach.

I remember when I slammed into the doorway after eating cookie dough.

I remember when we freaked out when Christian drove down your street slowly.

I remember riding bikes in the dark.

I remember Bekah's armpit stains at Christian's graduation.

I remember when we obsessed over The Last Mimzy.

I remember when we started a band.

I remember 'star'

I remember when I peed on the floor three times because of Lily's kareoke contest.

I remember when we got mad at eachother over Bratz dolls.

I remember going to Matheson Hammok and getting chased by a giant crab.

Love you forever hunnie, and I bet you could come up with more!

Good times

So, there's this girl I know called Rebecca Thurman. Everyone calls her Beckah. ( I know a lot of Beckah's) She's been my best friend since sixth grade. We've gone through so much together. We've had hard times and great times and every fight we have makes our friendship stronger. We've made so many awesome memories, and I love her like a sister.

I remember when I replaced all the Nick's in our Cherry Bomb book with Matt so one of the words said mattname instead of nickname and smattered instead of snickered. We laughed for hours.

I remember getting in bathing suits that barely fit with Mikey Mouses on them and then playing Indians in the creek in the summer.

I remember making popcorn at midnight because we were just starting the movie.

I remember when I was so tired I was crying at all the 'sad' parts in High School Musical 2.

I remember when we balled in your room and ate fudge when your precious dog bit my arm.

I remember when I helped you calm down after you attacked your room when you got grounded for 2 months.

I remember when we would obsess over ever Silver Volvo that we saw.

I remember when we were running down the hall and you screamed 'run like the wind!' and I yelled 'run like Edward!' And then I crashed into Mrs. Harris.

I remember when we paused a movie so we could have a pillow fight.

I remember 'floppy pants' and 'fugly' while watching Castaway.

I remember when you ate fries and drank coffee at the same time. I remember the result.

I remember when we pulled off an all nighter in your tent, but you were the only one who fell asleep.

I remember finding a piggy cup on the bank of the river near your house.

I remember making a hideout in your treehouse.

I remember when we snuck out to the barn at 2 in the a.m. when I slept over.

I remember sixth grade when you screamed 'Bethany loves you!' to Daniel on the swing set at recess.

I remember when we both cried on the way back from the Hannah Montana Concert over BBP.

I remember when we took crazy pictures at Aquire the Fire.

I remember when everyone voted on whether you and Nick should date.

I remember when we stayed up forever late talking about boys.

I remember when your bed was in the middle of your room.

I remember cleaning out your closet then getting in trouble for moving barbies down to the basement.

I remember making brownies and pankakes.

I remember going to Wal Mart on Friday's and sitting on the floor in the magazine isle and doing quizes.

I remember trying on dresses with Gabby at Deb's in Auburn and taking pictures.

I remember when we made up motions to 'the climb' by Miley Cyrus.

I remember camping and getting lost for three hours on the expert hiking trail.

I remember trying to catch tadpoles.

I remember climbing on your Aunt's barn roof.

I remember catching Freddy and Sunny.

I remember cookie dough bites

I remember going in your attic and playing princesses.

I remember the Cinderella phone.

I remember when you first got Pippin.

I remember when Crybaby licked my eyes and I freaked out.

I remember when we that old guy spat on Becca's face when we went trick or treating last year.

I remember when we first met at Becca's birthday party.

I remember when you squished Annabelle on a float.

I remember swinging after school.

I remember thinking there was a fairyland in the woods behind the school.

I remember when we made the playground a hideout.

I remember when you gave my sister horse rides.

I remember when we both tried out for soccar.

I remember when the little sparkley notebook.

I remember when you're room was almost filled with Hannah Montana posters.

I remember when you killed about three fish.

I remember chickening out before riding in a canoe.

I remember 'truth and dare.'

I remember all the trouble we've gotten into.

I remember making mac n cheese.

I remember the spinning top ride and the Litchfeild fair.

I remember making fun of the fat cows.

I remember when we believed in faries.

I remember when I told you that a unicorn was standing outside you're window.

I remember when Greg scared us in the back staircase at my house.

I remember when I saw snow for the first time and I thought it was baby powder.

I remember when we found a dead rodent in the chicken coop and we buried it, then when we dug it up, it wasn't there.

I remember the frozen chicken that we buried under leaves.

I remember the 'tayler face'

I remember when we saw a lightning storm and the sky went green.

I remember when we went to the public library.

I remember reading Night in a German accent.

I remember the photoshoot we did on my birthday.

Try and think of more!! Haha. Love you Becks!!

Life as a Sophomore

When I first started coming to school at Lewiston High School (LHS) it was big, foreign and scary. There were so many people! And such a wide variety, I didn't know who to sit with and what was right and what was wrong, so I just just went with the flow. I knew a few friends that went there, but basically none of them were in any of my classes. Go figure. I thought I'd die. The homework was a heck of a lot easier than it was at VCS, but I guess in Public School most poeple expect you to be pretty stupid and really careless to learn, and there basically right, no one likes homework. :) I just so happen to be on one of the best teams: East, and I'm in all the good classes with most of the good teachers, so I got lucky.

WHITE days: Biology with Mr. McGraw. One subject you could put infront of me if you want me to fall asleep instantly- biology.

Geometry with Mr. Gregorie. Basically, to me, math is a bunch of numbers and symbols all mixed together. It's a foreign language that I will never understand. So, becasue I suck at it, I'm in a lab.

Flex with Mr. Gergorie. The class of silence. A 'flexible' study hall. That's our inside joke.

D-Lunch. I sit with Kippy most of the time, or a bunch of random girls who think drama is cool and so they gush over it. We sit there and pretend to care. Or, sometimes we ditch the 'drama' table and sit with Conor, Jeff, Kyle and sometimes others in the back booths. They are funny guys. Really funny.

Spanish ll with Senor V. My favorite class on white days becasue Sr. V is the funniest teacher I have and a lot of my friends are in this class. He makes Spanish interesting and fun. It's more like a comedian show all class. If your bad he'll threaten to hit you with a feather. If your get worse he'll threaten to hit you with a pool noodle. Ya know, the styraphome ones. Haha. I get picked on a lot though, for blanking into space, being blonde, breaking laptops, spilling fuze and the like. A lot of the picking on is done by Chad. Our only senior. Haha. But he gets picked on a lot too so PAYBACK.

BLUE days: Geometry with MrGregorie. . You know how that goes.

English with Mrs. Pelliter. Fun sometimes, boring most of the time. It's funny how I'm passing Spanish, a language I don't speak, but almost failing the language I was born with. Haha. We sit in groups most of the time in her class so I get to hang out and chat with my friends. And we go to plays and watch a lot of movies, so it's not very easy to fall asleep in her class.

Art 1 with Miss. Pitula. This class rocks because we're allowed to listen to whatever radio station we want and talk really loud about anything while we get all messy and covered in paint and charcole. We are always working on a big project in her class and they're always fun. I'm in that class with mostly freshmen but a lot of them are my friends. And Kippy. :)

D-Lunch. Only this time we sit with Mitchel, one of my best friends:) And sometimes Kyle and Nate, and whoever else is cool and wants to join in on the party.

Woman's Chorale with Mrs. Popkey. I love this class because I love to sing. And we do a lot of singing in this class.

SPIRIT WEEK: We had fun, the whole school was dressed up in the craziest costumes and going all out with school spirit. We had sports day: football gear, mix-match day: bra's and underwear over clothes, disney/ superhero day: mario suits, blue and white day: it was a sea, and class colour day: orange, black, yellow, and green. WOW and the pep rally was so cool. The cheerleaders did a cool routine, and then we all screamed.

My journey so far...

When I was born in Auckland, New Zealand, I was raised in the church, I went every Sunday. I had freinds there and my family wanted me there. It was part of my life. I always understood there was a God and he was the only God there. I didn't know where he came from and I didn't understand why he wanted to be with people on the Earth, and I didn't understand how God could have a personal relationship with us becasue I was young and didn' t think I had a personal relationship with God yet. I knew that God sent his son Jesus to the Earth and Jesus died on the cross for our sins. But I had no idea what that meant. I never dug any deeper. I just went with the flow because that's what everyone around me was doing and what my entire family was doing. Being in the church was as easy as breathing, because I had never seen the real world. That's how it naturally went my whole life.

Then we moved to Miami, Florida. The church there held nothing for me. I had no interest in anything they would talk about, and the sunday school didn't teach you something easy to understand on a level that would capture my interest. It was boring. The school I went to was cruel and mean and people rejected me and I felt alone. I was an outcast there. It made it hard to fit in again with other kids. It made it even harder when going back into a public school system.

So, we moved to Lewiston, Maine. I thought it would be different, but I didn't expect to see so much change happen in my life. I wasn't prepared for the blast of differences. I was scared no one would like me for who I was: boring, not as smart, not as understanding with faith and shy. So I did what I did best: I lied. The Christian School I began to go to was just a drama trap. i'd never witnessed so much drama and stress in my life. Most of the drama revolved around me, and was unfortunatly created by me. All my new freinds called me a drama queen, but I knew that wasn't a good thing.

I lied at any open chance I could get until it became a second nature to me that, in the future, would pay a great price and teach me a lot of lessons. I thought maybe people would like me better if I brought fantasy, my imagination and fake life into reality. It didn't help me much. At first people believed and I had freinds. Then the lies got thicker and harder to cover up, people began to slip through the cracks and I lost freinds one by one. The first year was the worst and I never want to go through that again. That was sixth grade.

Seventh grade wasn't much better. In eighth grade drama died down a bit more, and we finally all started to grow up. But I still hadn't stopped lying. Once you start something, it's like a drug: you get addicted. I found myself struggling against the lies- I wanted so badly to tell the truth but something was pinning me down. I began the fight through my most recent dark ages.

There was deception, hiding things from my parents, watching horror movies and getting involved with things that would seemily be really harmless, like Harry Potter, and the Twilight Series, but I was actually slowly riping a hole open inside myself to allow those dangerous things inside me. I struggled with keeping my thoughts pure and I was altogether a very messed up person. But even though I kept going to church every Sunday and youth group and rarely turned down prayer, I never feelt the Holy Spirit and I could never get rid of those evil problems.

I started to see the problems as a barrier and a wall that was trying to block me from getting to God. I figured it was time to those walls to come down and the barrior burned. I got more specific prayer and asked for more prayer but I still never really felt free from it. Sunday nights became the only nights I'd ever feel anything from the Lord.

When they announced they were going to a summer internship program for teenagers who wanted to be youth leaders in 2009, I jumped at the oppertunity. It sounded like something I could committ to and it sounded like something that could be good for me. I was right. If I hadn't signed up for that I wouldn't have been able to go to Project Timothy in Pennsylvania that August, the camp that changed my way of life. At that camp, I felt freer than I'd ever felt. I still have moments where I stuggle with little things but without those, I wouldn't be human.

At that camp I had an encounter with the Holy Spirit. I had time to think about things that were happening in my life and I had a chance to think about how I wanted those things to change. I thought of ways to get rid of all the big problems that were haunting me more durastically. When I got home, I got rid of all the acculting evil things I had lying around, and I stopped myself from hanging out with some of the wrong people, with the help of my mum for some of the freindships that were a little harder to get out of. It took effort with some little bumps along the way, but I did it, and now God's there beside me throughout everything I do.

We are all faced with a choice. To follow God and to let that light fill your path, or to continue walking in darkness unsure of where path's may lead. Life is filled with choices and we make them on a daily basis. Some won't be the best choices, but your no doubt going to take the wrong road in life and every wrong choice we make, every mistake, happens for a reason. Without choices and messing up we wouldn't go far and we wouldn't learn much.

I was struggling majorly, and I kept it bottled up. I was really deep inside this hole I dug for myself unconciously. I didn't know what to do about it and I honestly still don't know completely how to get out of some situations. But I know that God's really been stepping in lately and working in that area of my life.

After praying a lot with leaders at my youth group and figuring out some things I started to see more and more clearer. When me and my sister had to change from the private school system into the public it was hard for me to grasp. The community and the people around the church were like family and I hate change. I naturally freaked out. I don't know why I'd go to LHS or how I'd survive there but I had no choice and I felt strangely called to the school.

I got prayer for my anxiety and realized God needed me there. A heart for God, a light in that dark place, was exactly what God wanted me there for.

I got it prophisized at an event in Feburary last year that I was to be a 'light in the dark places' and it came up a few times again in the more recent future. Now I understand what that was all about and I keep the verse Psalm 119:105 with me as I make my way into the public school system at LHS.

There is absolutely not enough words in the world...

Rebekah. Extravert. Loud. Crazy. Out there. Actress. Hyper. Amazing. Gorgeous. Sister. Family. Snowboarder. Soccer player. Extremest. Messy. Loving. Bright. Caring. Social. Dancer. Babysitter. Unique. Determined. Driven. Freindly. Happy. Twelve. Nerd. Fearless. Preteen. December Child. Hmm. Myspace. Chatty. Public Schooler. Partyer.

I can more than likely come up with millions of more words to describe my little sister Rebekah Jayne. She is currently reaching her last stages of her pre-teen years, as she comes up to thirteen in December.

Bekah is one of those girls who goes through the motions, shes in middle school in the public school system filled with lots of crazy teenage girls, so naturally, shes a drama queen. She's one of those girls who will step into a room and all heads turn to her. She's one to step out of a crowd and do something absolutely ridiculous and still be loved by everyone because it's just so...Bekah. She's one of those girls who will wear huge glasses and baggy hats because she likes the things that everybody is afraid to wear. Shes one of those girls who will make herself known by the world in any way possible.

Shes got one of those crowds who stick up for her and create drama with her and do all the craziest, silliest things ever. She's got to be one of the funnier people that I know.

All in all, I've had some amazing times and some hard times growing up with this girl. She's one of a kind for certain and you won't find anyone else like Bekah.

I love her to peices and I've got the rest of my life to live with her. Out of all the memories we have, more memories are going to be made throughout our lives.

I love you sis! I am so lucky to be your sister, and I'm proud of you!

Bee. =)

The older sister I never had

I first met Abby in 2006 when I started coming to VCS. Abby is currently 19 and just graduated from VCS (Vineyard Christian School) as the only senior. Saying Abby is the best older 'sister' I've ever had is an understatement. Abby is literally like my sister. She lives with us randomly haha, and we have the most fun. She loves photography and she is extremly beautiful and photogenic. Her photography is amazing, a very creative talent that I'd love to have.

I have had some great times with Abby. She is such a quiet person, an introvert, like myself who loves to write stories and think and create and be in her own world. But you have no idea how absolutely insane and crazy she can be. Haha. This is why I'm pretty sure we were seperated at birth. Introvert half the time, and the other half completley extravert!

It's great to have a good time, be carefree and wild and then it's also the best thing in life to want peace and quiet and to just relax.

I never would have thought I would have someone to share all my fantasies and other worlds with that has the same similar ideas. It's great to have an adventure buddy:) She sure has an wonderfully creative mind!

Love you Abster! I'm so glad that I met you.

Bee =)

The parents

I'm guessing if you're human, you have or have had parents. We all do at some point whether we want them or not. And these are mine.

My mum, Tina, is currently an assistant for the pastor at the Pathway Vineyard Church in Lewiston, Maine. She has got to be the coolest 'Mom' ever. I can go to my mum for anything and when I need a shoulder to cry on about a boy or some new drama at school, my mum's always the one thats right there. It's awesome to have a mum that can do your hair and make up whenever you want some prettiness on you, and it's so cool to have a mum that dresses like a runway model. Haha. I love you Mummy!

My dad, Mark, is a nurse in the ER at MMC in Portland, Maine. My dad is the best, I would never ask for a better father. He's that kind of guy that can close his eyes and dream of being in another world. I isn't hard to guess where I get all my imagination and dreams from. I remember when I was little and he would read stories to us before we went to bed like the little troll that lived in the tree and under my Grandma's house, and the Chronicals of Narnia and all that. Or when I would have a dream of flying and you could see his face lighting up because he's had similar dreams. It's always fun to hang out with my dad, you never know what adventures you'll end up on! I love you Daddy, your the best! =)

I'm so greatful to have a family like mine. I don't know what I would have done without them. I learn from them and they care for me like I was a little bear cub. They are the most loving and protective parents, they definately care about me and where I go in my life.

Thankful forever,

Beth.

Welcome to the World of Blogging.

Hey.

My name is Bethany and this is the begginning of another blog of mine. I saw all the rest of my family getting one of these Blogspot things and I thought, hey! I want one too! So, naturally, I got one. So let me descirbe myself just a little so all you fantastic people who read my page can get to know me a little better.

My middle name is Grace. I was born in Auckland, New Zealand on June 11, 1994. I have moved five times since then to very different places, beginning an adventure I had never imagined I would find myself traveling and experiencing. My family and I moved to America in 2003. We lived in Miami, Florida for two years. After that, we moved to Maine. I know people are thinking, um why Maine? It's got to be the most dull, boring states in existance. Well, you're wrong. It may seem dull and boring when you first enter it's borders, but when you live and breathe the Maine air, and experience snow storms and the beautiful fall colours, and see the bright Spring just attack Winter, you change your mind utterly and completely about this festive place. My family was driven here out of a desire to preach and learn how to spread the gospel. My family and myself are Christians and I love Jesus Christ more than life.

After living in Maine for four years, the American culture has made it's startling impact on me. I've made freindships and relationships here that I pray I'll keep forever. I will never forget this place for as long as I live and I will carry the memories I have made here until the day I die.

Love, Bee. =)