I just wanted to tell you guys that tangyteen.com is going to go under construction soon. Since there hasn’t been any activity in a while, I’m going to concentrate on school and my writing, and hopefully I can put a book together soon.

If you still want tangyteen.com to stay up, email me at allie.tangyteen@gmail.com

~Allie =)

A friend of my mom’s is involved with a group of men who go by the name of Masters of Harmony. The group is made up of over 100 men, and they have won seven international championships in the world of barbershop. My mom became a helper backstage during their shows, and I became so interested in it that she got me signed up as well.

It’s a completely different genre of music. Anyone who is a lover of music, like I am, would know that you can’t have a great song without instruments. And what better instrument than that of a freakin amazing voice? Or, better yet, about 130?

Tucked in the corners of this fine group of men, is another little fine group of men (well, maybe not so little) called OC Times. Yes, they are quite the quartet. Instead of 130 voices, however, Shawn, Sean, Cory, and Patrick come together to make some of the most amazing music I have ever heard. With just their four voices (and who can ignore their charm?) they manage to wow audiences, make strange girls fall completely in love with them after just one note, and bring home the medal for International Barbershop Quartet this year.

Here’s a link to one of my absolute favorites by OC Times:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrvai9qHvEA

Their site: http://www.octimesquartet.com/

Here’s the Masters: http://www.mastersofharmony.org/home/

Check it out =) You won’t be disappointed.

And if you don’t like this particular type of music, then you should be able to appreciate the level of talent this job requires.

There’s a youth festival hosted by the Masters, with help by OC Times and The Crush, an up-and-coming quartet. I highly recommend you check it out! =)

-Allie

I just got a message on Facebook from one of my friends saying that my picture was all over wayality.com. I went there to see what she was talking about and it asked for my friend’s full name who recommended the site to me, my name and my email. It freaked me out so I got out of it. I googled it and it turns out to be a spam/hacker site.

DO NOT TRUST ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU YOUR PICTURE IS ALL OVER SOME WEBSITE

Ask them about it, but chances are some hacker got into your friend’s account and sent that message. Tell your friend to change their password. It’s happened to me before on Myspace, and now it’s happening on Facebook. I just want everyone to be careful with what information they’re putting about themselves online because you never know who’s out there.

SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE CAREFUL

I know I do not want any viruses or anything bad happening to my computer, because as it is probably pretty clear by now, my computer is kind of my life =) So make sure you’re being safe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright love y’all

Night <3

-Allie

I turned around, hoping it was someone other than Adam, but I didn’t get my wish.

“Hey,” He said, slowly walking towards me as if I was a ticking bomb, capable of exploding at any second.

I quickly stood up and started walking back home. “Get the hell away from me.”

“Sara, wait.” He tried reaching out for my arm, but I was walking too fast for him. “Can you just please listen to me for one minute?” He begged.

I spun around and got in his face. “You don’t deserve for me to listen to you, ok? You don’t deserve anything after what you did. And I think you know that. So just do us both a favor, and get the hell out of here. Because no one wants you here.” I shouted angrily. Running towards civilization, my vision slowly started fogging up from all the tears streaming down my face.

~~~

Instead of going straight home, I took a little detour and went to get some hot chocolate from The Moon Grind, the local coffee house. I don’t know why, but hot chocolate is the only thing that’s ever really been able to calm me down. I didn’t want to go home just yet, because my mother was the last thing I wanted to deal with. Once I found a table, I tried to think about what I wanted to say to Adam. I knew I was going to have to talk to him eventually. He’s not exactly the quitter type. When he wants something, he’ll do anything to make it happen. And he wanted to talk to me.

I heard voices outside the door, and I tried making as much noise as I could. I screamed through his mouth that was covering mine; I took my hands and pounded them on the floor; I stomped my heels; I think when I managed to reach for my shoe and throw it at the door, that finally got someone’s attention. The door knob shook from someone trying to open the door. Adam kept hitting me to get me to behave, but I didn’t care at that point. I wasn’t going to give up.

I winced just from thinking about it. I had fought so hard to forget about it, and now all these memories have come back. I hated that. I hated Adam.

I heard Kate’s voice outside the door, and I fought more than ever. Since she saw me come in here with Adam, she would know something was wrong. I could hear her shouting for someone to get something to pick the lock, and less than a minute later she succeeded. She stormed in, causing Adam to get off me and zip up his pants. She gave me a blanket to cover myself up, while she chased Adam out of the room, throwing her drink at him.

After that night, I stayed as far away from him as possible. My best friend, Kate, was the only one who knew about what Adam did to me. She wanted me to tell my mother, and to report Adam. I never did, though. My dad left my mom and I when I was 7, and after that I decided I was never going allow another guy to hurt me in any way, mentally or physically. So I guess I had always felt so ashamed that I had let Adam do what he did. I definitely couldn’t tell my mother because she probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. She always liked Adam. She thought we were going to get married. I disappointed her.

I stared at the restaurant across the street, trying to remove it from my memory. I couldn’t though. It got the best of me. I dumped my cup in the trash can, and walked home.

When I got home that day, I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway. I figured it was just one of my brother’s friends, but I still hurried out of my car so I could see who it was.

I walked into the entry way, and I heard my mom laughing so loud it echoed. I looked down at the floor and by the wall I saw a pair of men’s shoes I thought I recognize. What is going on? More curious now than ever, I set my backpack down and wandered towards the noise. Immediately after I stepped foot inside the kitchen, and I saw him, the flashback started.

“Adam, stop you’re hurting me,” I tried shoving him off of me, but he was too heavy. I don’t even think he heard me. His hand reached down my pants as I tried to crawl out from under him. He had pinned me down on the ground, so it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere. Before I knew it, he had managed to pull off my jeans and was starting on my underwear. I slapped his hand away and screamed for help, but he just smacked my face and kissed me so I couldn’t talk anymore. He stuck his tongue so far down my throat that I was practically choking. I think he realized this, because he let up, but just a little. He had removed my underwear, and was undoing his own jeans. This can’t be happening, I thought. Not to me. Not here. Not Adam. He wouldn’t do this. Why is he doing this?!

“Hey,” He said. I could tell he didn’t quite know how to act.

I faced him, in my kitchen, in front of my mother, and I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if my life had taken this much of a detour to have Adam end up in my kitchen, two years later. I got my answer when I felt my mother shove me lightly in the arm, signaling me to say something. “H…Hi,” I stuttered.

“Isn’t this a lovely surprise?” My mother, completely clueless, asked me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Adam. I knew I should, because it felt really awkward just staring at him like that. But I couldn’t imagine looking at my mother, and have him keep his eyes on me. “What are you doing here?” I asked him.

I guess I said it kind of rudely, because my mother hit my arm again and said, “Sara, that’s no way to talk to a guest.”

I couldn’t tell her to make him leave. I couldn’t tell her that I was afraid of him, and I wanted her, my mother, my protector, to hold me and keep me away from him. I had to be strong. I had to. “What,” I repeated. “Are you doing here?”

He knew from the look on my face, and in my eyes, that I wanted answers. “I was just…um… catching up with your mom.” He looked really awkward. Good, I thought.

My mother still didn’t have a clue. That’s probably because I never told her what happened between me and Adam. I was too afraid to face her. “He moved back!” She said with a grin the size of a watermelon.

I was a loss for words. This couldn’t be happening. “You moved back?” I asked him He nodded his head. “Yeah,” He paused. “It was time.”

I couldn’t believe this. He can’t come back. I was just starting to get my life back, and now he has to show up and ruin all my progress.

So I ran. I ran away from him, from my mother. I could hear them both shout my name, and I think I even heard Adam running behind me. But I didn’t care. I grabbed my backpack, ran out the front door, and slammed it hard.

I ran down the street towards the only place that’s ever felt safe to me. I didn’t move from my spot until I heard footsteps behind me.

Leila saw him first. He was walking down the hallway towards us, but I was too busy getting books out of my locker to notice him. That didn’t stop Leila from blocking his path towards me.

“Whoa, you’re not allowed here.” She told Jason. “So just turn around and head back where you came from.”

“News flash: this is a public school, meaning this is a public hallway.” He replied.

“What’s your point?”

“My point is that I’m allowed to go anywhere I want around here.”

“Including the janitor’s closet?” She put her hand on her hip.

“That was one time!!”

“I’m assuming you mean one more time after you got caught the third time.”

Damn, I thought. What kind of people did I get myself involved with?

“It’s really none of your business, you know.” Jason interjected.

“You made it my business when you scarred my cousin for life!” Leila yelled back.

Oh Lord, I thought.

“Hey, I’m not one to force. She came with me willingly.” Jason said.

“Not from I hear.”

“Oh she would twist any story to make her the victim.” He finally noticed me and smiled. He stuck his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall of lockers, and nodded at me. “Hey new girl.”

Leila stepped directly in front of Jason, blocking his view of me. “Don’t talk to her. She’s not your friend.”

He was forced to look at her again, which made his smile go away. “Oh really? Why don’t we let her make up her own mind.”

They both stared at me. My eyes widened and I shook my head. “Oh no, I’m not getting in the middle of…” I paused and pointed at the space between them. “…that.” I finished.

“See, she doesn’t want to talk to you.” Leila said.

“Jason!”

We all looked to see a petite blonde speed walking towards us. Jason turned around to face Leila again. “Oh great. Thanks for letting the bat out of its cave.”

“If you don’t like her why don’t you just dump her?” Leila asked.

“Because then I’d actually have to talk to her and I wouldn’t get to do her.”

Leila looked back at me and we just shook our heads in disgust. Guys, we thought in unison.

“Jason! Sweetie, what are you doing?” Barbie Bimbo asked, looking back and forth between me and Leila, thinking, Why are you talking to these nerds???

“Nothing, let’s go.” He put his arm around her and they walked down the hall

towards the cafeteria.

Leila faced me again and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

I laughed. “So what was that all about?”

She sighed. “Jason and I have been in at least two classes together since 4^th grade. Last year, he and my cousin got caught making out like five times in the janitor’s closet and both got suspended. It’s been a really fun ride.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Oh yeah, it’s freakin fantastic. Now my cousin is in college and therefore going after college guys, and Jason is still stuck in this crapshoot sticking his tongue down any girl’s throat who’ll allow it. Personally, he’s not my type. But you on the other hand, better watch yourself.”

I was a little shocked by this warning. “Why?”

“Oh c’mon, it’s so obvious. He’s totally into you. Well, actually just your body. So you need to stay as far away from him as possible.”

“Leila, nothing’s going to happen. Ok? I grew up with a brother who couldn’t keep his pants zipped if he was paid to. I know what I’m doing.”

She laughed. “Alright, just warning ya. That’s all. So, lunch?”

I smiled. “Yeah, let’s go.”

~~~~~

Chapter 2:

It was only my second day at Canna High, and I was already dreading it. Since the school was on block scheduling, I had different classes today. So I had no idea where I was going- again.

I walked into Geometry and, being the new girl and all, took a seat in the back that didn’t have a backpack on it. I was early, so I tried familiarizing myself with the room until the bell rang. There were geometric shapes suffocating the walls, signs that posted classroom dos and don’ts, and projects from former students. Just then a textbook was dropped on the desk next to me, creating a huge thud. I whipped my head around to find a girl with purple highlights and a tiny silver nose piercing pulling her bag over her head and sitting down.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. The book slipped. There’s too much crap to carry now, you know? I can’t wait to see what other shit they’ll make us buy next year.”

Laughing, I said, “Yeah, they just love spending our money on useless things that end up breaking our backs.”

She smiled and stuck out her hand. “I’m Leila.”

“Sara,” I shook her hand.

“Are you new here?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I just moved from Florida.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow I’m so sorry.”

I laughed again. “It can’t be that bad here.”

“Are you kidding? This is Coto. Everyone and their mothers are rich, so the kids get away with pretty much anything because their daddies pay for their mistakes. Literally. The girls all skank around, the guys take advantage of it, and that leaves the art geeks like me to take what’s left. Which is nothing.” She paused. “But welcome to Canna,” She said with a smile on her face.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling. What she said didn’t bother me. Besides, judging from the cars in the parking lot, and the looks I got walking into the school, I could tell a lot of rational thoughts went behind Leila’s opinion.

“So what’s your schedule like?” She asked me.

I took it out, crumpled and all, and gave it to her. “I haven’t memorized it yet.” She brought hers out and studied them both. “Nobody does. Everyone counts on their friends to know what class they have next.” She laughed. “It’s kind of inevitable.” After another minute of comparing schedules, she handed mine back. “We have next period together and fifth period too, which is right after lunch. So if you want you can hang out with my group at lunch and then we’ll just go straight to class from there. But it’s cool if you wanna explore the place or something instead.”

I nodded. “Yeah, thanks. That sounds cool.”

She smiled. “No prob.” Just then, Jason walked in and spotted a seat towards the back. He noticed me, smiled, and said, “Hey Ray,” as he walked past me. He shot a quick glare at Leila, who in return did the same thing.

I glanced at Leila and gave her a confused look. She gave me one back. “I thought your name was Sara.” She said.

I sighed. “It is. But I wouldn’t tell him my name, so he made one up.”

“And Ray was all he could come up with?”

I sighed again. “Ray of sunshine…”

Her eyes widened. She gave Jason a long look before concentrating on me again. “Just be careful.” With that, she turned around and began flipping through her book.

What was that supposed to mean?? I thought. I figured he was a player, but I was smart enough to know not to get myself involved. I just turned back around in my seat and tried not to think about Jason staring me down, which I could see in the reflection of the small mirror in the front of the room.

So instead of blogging every day, I’ve been writing stories to post on here whenever I think of them. Obviously one story is below, and since each of them are only a couple scenes each, it won’t always be the same story, since I have about 10 saved on my computer. So bear with me, and enjoy the chapters. Sooner or later, though, all this is going to be a book, so I won’t put it all on here. Ya’ll will just have to wait for the book :]

“Take off your shirt.”

I turned around and saw a really hot guy in dark jeans and a UCLA shirt staring back at me. “Excuse me?”

He smiled. “Just wanted you to turn around.”

“That was the only thing you could think of to say?” This guy had some brass ones.

He had his hands in his pockets. “No, I had others but I thought they’d be a tad inappropriate.”

I just shook my head and started to walk away.

“I’m Jason,” He called out.

I turned around again and stared at him.

“What, you don’t have a name?” He asked.

“No, I do. I just don’t know how much I wanna give it to you.” I replied very nonchalantly.

He smiled again. “Alright, then I’ll have to give you a nickname.”

Oh, I can hardly wait for this. He stood there staring at me for a while, until he finally spoke. “Ray.”

I was confused now. What was this guy on? “Ray?”

“Yeah. You know, like sunshine? Your smile reminds me of sunshine.”

I can guarantee I blushed. He obviously had an agenda, but so did I. “I gotta go.”

He stopped me. “Don’t I deserve your number?”

This guy was priceless. I had to laugh. “Give me one reason why I should give you my number.”

He shrugged. “I came up with that nickname all by myself.”

“Congratulations.”

“C’mon Ray. It’s a just a number,” He coaxed.

“Just a number?” I asked.

He was still smiling. “Yeah.”

I thought about it. “Alright then. Three.

He looked confused. “Three?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s just a number, right?”

He laughed. “Any chance three is a part of your phone number?”

“Hmm…‘fraid not.”

He thought about it for a second. “Ok, so that narrows it down. It’s made up of 1-9, not including 3. I’m closer than I was before.”

I laughed again. “And a bit more desperate.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m never desperate.”

“Right…”

“I’m not. But uh, you seem worth it.” He walked right up to me, and whispered in my ear “See ya, Ray.”

And God did he smell good.

This week has been pretty crazy. Wednesday I was in Manhattan Beach. Thursday I was at a friend’s house. Friday was Wild Rivers. Tomorrow’s Grandma’s. Next weekend is the OC Fair.

In fact, I’ve only slept in my bed three nights this week. Oh, the life of a teenager…