♥ the slam of screen doors, sneakin out late tappin on your window. When we're on the phone and you talk real low cause it's late and my mama don't know...our song ♥

Name: Hera
Age 22
Major: Women, children, marriage and jealously
Bio: Greek goddess of marriage, children and women. Known to be extremely loyal but very jealous. Often known as a bit of a perfectionist and is very caring.
Model: Rachel McAdams
 
Hera has come to earth to find love, she was in a relationship with Zeus for millions of years but after a terrible fight she's finally decided to move on. So she's living near the college and is looking to settle down with a mortal for awhile and maybe have a demi-god or two....

Dear Ex-boyfriend
 
This is crazy, to think we went out for a year and a half then you come to my house and say you don't feel the same way. You broke my heart and I don't mean just broke it in half, you completely smashed it into a million pieces. Sure I dated one or two guys before you and those relationships ended with me hurting, but you were the only guy I think I really ever loved. Still love actually.
 
It takes a lot to just end a relationship that took up almost half my time in high school and made me lose a lot. I lost my best friends because of you and sure it worked out in the end, I could've just said no and never hurt her but I agreed to date you and it was so worth it. I thought we were going to end up being high school sweethearts. We both wanted the same things, or so I thought. When we broke up you told me you wanted to be single. You wanted to experience high school. Yeah, well, fuck that. You went and got with another girl. That kinda blows your whole 'single' thing out of the water. I honestly think your friends, family and coaches got into your head and you finally cracked under all the pressure. And it really blows.
 
I'm sorry though, sorry I didn't take credit for some of the things I did to you. Things that may have hurt you and even saying that I hated you. You aren't the only one that changed and I know that now. Now that we're mature enough to see past everything and try and be friends again. Its nice. I missed just talking to you and hanging out. Maybe one day we can try again, maybe we'll end up together after college just like you said. Who knows, if it's meant to be it'll happen.
 
I love you, always have, always will. ♥

Your dreams
 
I'm a big dreamer, it's something I'm actually pretty proud of. It may make me seem a little naïve, but it allows me to have a positive outlook on almost every situation. My biggest dream honestly is to be a mother, to see what my mother goes through but I still want it. I just want a big, loving family. With lots of kids and a loving husband. Although I want other things this is my biggest dream. I also want to get my pilot's license and learn to fly so I can see the world, and become a big designer.

5/15
 
Your sibling
 
You're a pain in the ass, I hope you know that. I really do love you though. You're my sister and nothing could ever change that. Love you lots

*I decided i'm only going to publish during the week but i'll give you the actual date in the letter.
 
5/14
 
Your parents
 
Wow this is hard. I've been told to write a letter to you before, but it just didn't work. I feel bad because there's so much I've always wanted to tell you two but never had the courage to. Mom, you're the best you do everything for us and so many other people, always putting yourself last. And I'm sorry for all the things I did that broke the trust between us. I never did feel comfortable telling you anything and honestly I still don't. It took me two weeks to tell you about pat and it was so hard. But I love you, I just wish you didn't put so much pressure on me. Dad, I love you. Really I do. I know you try, you just mess up sometimes. You're so fun, but you run away when something goes wrong and you never follow through. I cut you out of my life for awhile but I really do miss you. I wish I had the courage to tell you. And I hope you don’t lose too much of your memory, I want you to always remember me, the adult me not baby me.

dear "crush",
 
I met you last year but we just reconnected and I can honestly say I have the biggest crush on you. You're absolutely adorable and are nothing like my ex. We only just started talking again and flirt and call me babe and beautiful all the time. No one's ever done anything like that before. You have a motorcycle, which is hot and you know how to skateboard...maybe you can teach me? Oh and you want to go into the air force which is scary but I'm glad you have goals and dreams. Anyway you're kinda gorgeous and I'm excited to see where this goes.

Dear, "one of you're best friends"
I've known you since freshmen year and you were one of my very first friends at PVI. We met at field hockey during hell week when I found out you lived around the corner from me and neither of us realized it. The first time we hung out outside of field hockey or school was when you came over and we played NHL 2003 I think on my game cube and I ended up yelling at the tv most of the time or laughing when you pushed me off the sofa. Freshmen year we were together all the time and were pretty much like twins. Sophomore year came and I did something I probably shouldn't have done. I dated your ex-boyfriend. I thought if you were okay with it then everything would be fine, but it wasn't. I didn't realize how much I hurt you and I am really, truley from the bottom of my heart sorry. Even if i never told you that. I lost my best friend for almost that entire summer and the beginning of the year. And although i don't regret my decision, I missed you and when we finally worked everything out, I think it made us closer then ever. Close enough that I could convince you to do cheerleading with me. That was funny as hell and it just made me love you even more. The summer before junior year was stressful, we pretty much lived together whether it be at the shore, Florida, my house or Kristina's house it was the funniest summer ever until our little group broke apart and you went through what I think was your hardest relationship and break-up. At least from my point of view. You're one of the strongest people I know and you'll always be one of my closest friends.

Aunt Michelle - 5'8, long dark brown hair, brown eyes, always smiling
 
I'm nicolette's aunt. Her mother is my younger sister. I'm a writter, a reclusive writter. Who happens to be pretty rich, thanks to my first book. Now i'm working on my second.
 
Colin - 6'3, shorter brown hair, brown eyes, dimples
 
I'm michelle's son, which makes me Nicolette's cousin. I recently celebrated my 20th birthday. I lovec surfing and parties, i'm kinda lazy but smart.

Welcome to California
 
Zoey
 
It’s Zoey again. I’m sitting in the car with Nicky. We just got off the plane and are now on our way to her Aunt’s house. I dunno how we got a car, but a man with our names on a sign told us there was a car waiting for us out front for us to use. It was a sporty Jeep, which is awesome for California. They always remind me of the beach. I’m super curious to meet Nicky’s aunt and see where we’ll be staying and look around and explore and this is so cool and exciting! I can’t wait.
I slipped the journal back into my bag and pulled out the camera snapping a picture of Nicolette driving. “Stop it Zoe” she laughed. “That’s like the 50 bajillionth picture” I laughed with her. “How much longer?” she shrugged, “You’re the one with the map.” I laughed harder. “Well that was a stupid move on our part.” We laughed and Nicolette turned down the radio. “So this is her street, help me look for house number 332.” We checked each mailbox for number after number, and the houses kept getting bigger and bigger. “Geez Nic, who knew your Aunt was so rich. This is gonna be amazing.” We stopped in front of a large, white, Mediterranean style house. “Holy shitake mushrooms Nic. This is crazy!” She parked the car and we both stepped out. “I can’t wait to see our rooms.” I shrieked as Nicolette reached into the trunk pulling out her two suitcases and duffle bag. I grabbed mine from the backseat. “Hello? Anyone home?” she called, pushing open the screen door.
 
Nicolette
 
I walked into an expansive living room that looked like it opened up onto a patio with a pool. Some an older women who looked about her mid-fifties came flying around the corner, along with a very cute boy who looked about twenty years old. “Who are you? And why are you in my house?” She yelled at us. I was taken aback, hadn’t mom told her we were coming? “Aunt Michelle?” I placed my bag gently on the floor. “It’s me, Nicolette. And my friend Zoey. My mom sent us out here for the summer.” The boy lowered the baseball bat he was holding. “Nicole?” He stood in front of me. “It’s Colin. I can’t believe it’s you.” I wrapped him up in a hug. I hadn’t seen my cousin in ten years, at least. “Colin, Aunt Michelle, this is my friend Zoey. Zoey this my cousin Colin and my aunt Michelle.” I motioned towards the blonde next to me. They shook hands. “Okay, you two will be staying in the guest house. Colin can you show them. I have to get back to work.” She turned and walked away, not even waiting for an answer. “Sure mom, I’d love to. He shouted after her, sarcastically I might add. “C’mon guys. I’ll show you the house. You’ll love it.”
 
Pictures from bottom right to top left
nicolette jamming in the passanger seat
the sign we saw driving to nicky's aunt's house
a flower out front of our new place
zoey munching on some chips at a rest stop
Aunt Michelle's house
Out front porch/living room, yeah it's weird but cool
nicolette dipping her feet in the pool
zoey driving

So, my name’s Nicolette and I’m sitting in the airport right now waiting for a plane to California. My mom decided two weeks ago that before I decide what I want to do with my life (seeing as I just finished my junior year of high school) I needed to gain so ‘life experiences’ as she called them. So she’s shipping me off to my Aunt Michelle’s house in Encintias California. Well not just me, my friend Zoey too. Zoey and I pretty much grew up together. My mom is a single mother, and I’ve never met my dad. So it’s just me and her. When I was six we moved into the house next door to Zoey, who lives with her grandparents and the rest is history. We’re pretty much sisters which is great cause I never had one. Zoey does though; she has one younger sister and an older brother. But anyway, Zoey and I both love photography and decided, since they’ll obviously be nothing better to do in middle-of-nowhere California, that we’re going to document our trip in this journal and through photographs. Wish us luck, this summer is going to be tough.
Hi, I’m Zoey and I’m an alcoholic. Just kidding, I am addicted to boys though just ask Nicky (aka Nicolette) or my older brother, he’s so overprotective. But whatever, I’m super excited for this trip even though neither Nicky or I have ever even heard of Encintias, Cali. We’re gonna have a great time and hopefully get some super cool pictures to keep in here and show everyone when we get home. Home is in this cute little town in Texas, where Nicky and I have spent our entire lives, everyone knows everyone and I’m actually excited to try something new. They’ll be announcing our flight soon. Wish us luck!
 
picture from top left around
us in zoey's bathroom messing around sophomore year
zoey and i with my mom; the women on the right
us at school during spirit week junior year
us freshmen year at the lake
our airplane!
us in nicky's bedroom frechmen year