Ahoy, everyone. Take a moment, and look at the beautiful face next to mine.

One month ago, one of my best friends and greatest influences was chosen to leave the world with her parents and older sister, who I was also friends with. Their passing may just be the biggest trial I've ever lived, and am still living with.

Haley Morea Davis was my best friend of my sophomore year in high school. My regrets for not carrying over our sistership to my junior year, is indescribable. We were friends, still are, but nothing like we were last year. Just a couple of weeks before she left, she was tweeting me about our friendship's history, and how she missed it, and talked about having sleepovers again. You never really know your blessings until they are gone, don't you?

Haley is one of the brightest and happiest people I've ever been privileged to be affected by. She was always smiling. Always happy. Always making others laugh. Haley, oh man, Haley was the humour of the Davis family. She had, the sweetest yet, goofiest sounding giggle you had ever witnessed. She gave engulfing hugs filled will Haley love! When you walked into the same room as her, you expected a hug and a warm smile. She was just that kind of girl.

I have vowed to live a life like Haley did. She lived or her Creator, and lived for His children. I promise to be a warm smile when someone walks in the room. I promise to be the lighthearted, playful spirit among every situation. I promise to make every feel their importance to me.

One thing, I will never forget, that has impacted me beyond any understanding, was that Haley was their when no one else wanted to be. In my APUSH class, Haley sat behind me. Partner or group assignments, were the bane of my existence. I'm really shy, and don't talk to very many people at my school, so I always ended up working alone. The odd one out. But whenever Haley noticed I was alone, I always felt a finger tap me on the shoulder from the chair behind me, asking "Hey Cindy, do you want to work with me?" "Hey Cindy, will you be in our group?". She made me feel special. Important. Wanted. Acknowledged. She was a friend to me, when no one else would be. Having her as an example, is one of the most motivating feelings I've ever felt.

Haley, I miss you. I love you dearly, and I can't wait to get back to heaven for another Haley hug<3

About Me: Unedited Verison

Well. I had no idea you had to keep your "About Me" description less than 1,200 characters. So I had to take the 2,132 characters I had and I squeezed by with cutting down to 1,200 exactly. This is what you can't see, but what I really would like you to be able to see. Here goes my first blog!

Aww, you want to know about me? Oh, why I'm flattered. My name is Cindy Nicole Davis, and I am anything but simple. I'm currently a junior and trying to make the most massive mark on the world that I can. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Being a worthy and faithful member is the est thing you coukd do for yourself, so after you waste time reading up on me, I encourage you to head on over to Mormon.org, because what they have to say on that site is much more important than what I have to say on this one. You can say I make good grades, according to who you are, and what grades YOU make. My plans for my future years are to attend The University of West Georgia and acquire a degree. My goal is to Major in Graphic Design and minor in Photography. During those prime years of college, I plan on marrying my sweetheart prince in the temple! My ultimate goal, yes! I am a very art-oriented person. If you ask my to write name tags, I'll most likely draw face tags, and it will take me the same amount of time no matter what choice I make. I doodle my notes for class, they get pretty graphic in AP US History. Battles and wars and explosions and all that jazz. I paint late at night. If you look under my nails you can see an array of colors. I have a strange relationship with music. I play the ukulele, along with percussion, wish I continued with the piano, and my guitar is too big for me. Literally. It's physically impossible for me to play a B minor chord. Sad, right? But not as sad as me being able not to sing. Sure, you're saying to yourself right now, "Ahh, I bet she can, it can't be that bad." and well, that's quite alright, if you like to listen to schools of fish in need of water, drying up on a shore of a blazing beach, gasping through their gills for just one more minute of life. That's what I've conjured up when it comes to describing how I sing. If you read my blog, I hope you laugh. I hope it makes you think. I hope it gets ideas in your head, and that you come to act upon those ideas, as long as they're legal. I hope it starts, well, an entire movement where thinkers, dreamers, and philosophers can someday maybe change the ways of the world.

But it won't. So, just enjoy reading!