The plain ride wasn't too bad. If you asked anybody else they would have said I sat next to a young woman, my mom if you knew me. But if you had asked me I sat next to an old lady. The words flowed right out of her, she went on constantly the entire way here. Six hours, more even if you count the boarding time. She wasn't going to California like me though, well she was but she wasn't. What I'm saying is she did land in LA but she kept going, hid herself under one of the seats. She liked planes but she really loved the people that came on them. Most people overlooked her. I saw her right away. I walked down the aisle and there she was in the seat next to mine smiling real big at me, like she was waiting. She liked to just look at the people but when she knew I could see her (and she knew instantly) she started jabbering away. So I sat down, and I was sort of afraid of the take off because usually my ears hurt when the plane goes up. I put in my earbuds and turned the music loud, but it was weird because even though my music was blasting I could hear her loud and clear. She talked about everything her whole life story and it ended perfectly when we landed 'And right now the plane is going to land. The end.' she talked about her childhood and some red sparkly shoes she wore on her first date, and how her mamas hair shined in the sun, and a lot about her son, Joey. Right up until her death, and I thought it would stop there but it didn't, she kept going on about her afterlife too. She was silly and charming at the same time. And she wasn't sad to see me leave it ended with 'I'll see you around, have fun' and I was off.

My ghost friend Yes, you read that right. I do indeed have a ghost friend. I would tell you his name, but he says he dosn't have one. Are you confused about this? Well, I am. I'll share what I know but I'm afraid it's not much.  I met a boy named Isaac, he has a lot of other names but I can only remember Isaac. We talked a lot. He seemed like a normal boy to me, but then again I wouldn't call myself a normal girl. Isaac and I, we both see ghosts. We have had scary experiences but I don't wish to share them yet. Maybe another time. Isaac was different then most people I've met. He talked different, deep stuff instead of small talk. He seemed real, compared to other people. Isaac was a lot like myself. If I didn't know better I would think he was Joe, my imaginary friend. But I did know better, I knew Isaac was not Joe. Isaac was real.  Lots of talking went by till we developed a strong friendship. He taught me a lot of stuff, I taught him a lot of stuff. We talked on a regular basis. Then something happened. It would make more sense if I told exactly what happened, but I won't. That is between me and Isaac. Our friendship sort of fell apart. We got into arguments often. It was sad, really I wasn't myself for quite a while.  That is when I guessed it. Isaac was a ghost. So I asked him. And he said indeed he was. All the things, the clues had led up to this. It all made sense to me. The weird part was, I was actually ok with it. I wasn't angry, or hurt. I wasn't exactly happy either. I was just sort of there, I guess.

I'm running faster than I've ever run. I'm breathing heavily, it feels like I'm going to collapse, drop dead on the ground. Deeper and deeper in to the wood, all alone. Suddenly I trip over something, a rock maybe. I don't now what I'm running to or from I just am. I've run away from everyone and everything and I'm not sure why. I look behind me to see a face screaming no at me. I try to stand up, but I'm so tired I just fall again. Hands grab me and shake me. I'm so scared but I just lay there stiff. Then I wake up.

My Style-  Now this is an area for labels, so first let's talk about labels and what I think about them. Easily said I don't much care for them. I don't understand how someone can live from one category. I know I definitely can not. I'm not emo, hippie, or girly. That's just not me. People can easily point other people out, oh that girl is a prep. No, she's a human being, maybe not even that.  So now what am I? I'm Xavia Zair. That's me. That is the only label I'm comfortable with.  So if I had to put a label on my clothes I couldn't even do that. Some days I'm steampunk others I look like a hippie. I really like to wear my  Toga over my clothes anyways.  So I actually have a story about my style and how unexcepting people are. So I was going to Walmart one day with my mom and my little sister. You know those people who always sit in that little part where the carages and claw machines are? The people who say 'Welcome to Walmart'. Well I walked in and the lady looked at me all weird and she just kept staring, didn't even welcome me! The funny part is I wasn't even dressed that crazy that day. 

Xavia Zair. To me that is my name. Some people ask me where did the name Zair come from, why did I choose it. It's not my birth name so I use it as an add on for now. The problem with birth names is everyone in your family usually has the same one, some people say that is what unites the family, the same last name. That's not how I think. In my family me and my sister and my dad have the same last name and my dads dad (ext). The problem there is I don't even know my dads dad, I don't think. So really, my last name seems kind of pointless to me. That is one of the reasons I added Zair. I didn't exactly choose Zair though, the forest helped me with that. Let me explain, where I live there's woods surrounding my house. Now ever since about three months ago the woods have been calling me. It's weird though because they always called me Xavia Zair, so even after that I still hadn't decided I wanted to add Zair to my name. I started writing a movie script about elves and dwarfs, and I was looking at elven names and came across Zair, then I had remembered how the forrest always called me that. That is when I decided to add Zair to my name. So if I ever tell you I choose my last name myself, I did have some help.

My opinion on music-  What have radio stations, and MTV done to the beautiful music that used to fill people's ears? Hold on, dosn't MTV stand for Music TV?! Do they even play music on that anymore? What is this 'main stream' music? Woman dancing around half naked and 'singing'? Men auto tuning their voice so much that you wouldn't even recognize their real voice in person? Now remember this is just my opinion being shared, this is how I view music. No reason to get offended. They still do make good music today, but let me tell you, it's hard to find. Even some bands if you go back a couple years, they where good. Now all music industries care about is money, money, money. That's not a good thing. Maybe I was an 80s child in my first life, and I'm trying to relive my past. It would make sence. Or maybe what I'm saying is true.   So what is good music your asking? Well that depends on your liking. To me good music is real. No auto-tune. No 'fixing'. Good music has mistakes, just like good people make mistakes. That's ok though. Good music is the kind you can sing along too. Good music shows feeling, that's one of the most important things, music should always make a point, be showing a statement. I don't want to listen to a song about your poker face. Seriously, show more emotion in your music.   That's what I think about music.