Off the Shizzle: Well, it's a start!

"E-Erin, I-I'm sc-scared of the c-city.", Celda stammered. She was hunched over, she was overwhelmed by busy Bridgeport. "Theres nothing to be scared of, silly." I reassured her, "Bridgeport is like every other city!" Celda wasn't convinced and shook her head furiously. "Look it's just like home except it has movie stars, bars, dance places, and...", I stopped. "Vampires...", Celda whispered. I rolled my eyes, "Oh come on, Cel, that's just a rumor." Celda still wasn't convinced...Oh well, she would get used to it.

"Vampires or not, Bridgeport is my ticket to mixology.", I said. "Mixology", Celda retorted, "I knew it wasn't just because after mom and dad died the house was haunted with their angry spirits and we had to leave." "That's a reason too.", I muttered. Their ghosts had been getting on my nerves, continuously shouting and yelling. Celda smirked, "Sure it is, sure it is."

I felt bad for uprooting Celda, she had been so comfortable at home. I'm her sister though, and sisters stick together. Someday, I'm going to be a great mixologist. I'll make Momma and Daddy proud, and who knows? Maybe they'll be happy someday and Celda and I will move back home. I, Erin Shizzle, vow to become a great mixologist. I will not fail...I dare not.

I started to practice my mixology. I wasn't very good at it though...

Ok, that's an understatement...I'm awful. "WHAT WAS THAT CRASHING SOUND!!??", Celda shrieked like a tea kettle. "Heh, nothing...", I giggled nervously. If at first you don't succeed...

Try....

Try...

Again. How about try try try try try try try try try try try try try again...The road to great mixology is long, very long.