Well, here is a short story that I had to write for school. It's not my best but it's pretty good since our limit of words was 750. It's supposed to be for Halloween, I guess it's a little late :)
“Leave it alone!” Bertha’s shrill voice pierced through the brisk fall air. “It’s just a little caterpillar! What did it ever do to you?” She scooped up the caterpillar that was the target of the two little boys’ torture. She ran to her house and slammed down her backpack. It was twilight; Bertha gazed at the setting sun and then walked over to three trees that stood in her front yard.
“It’s not your fault you’re a small, defenseless caterpillar,” Bertha laid the black caterpillar on the branch of one of the trees. She brushed aside a strand of mousy brown hair that had fallen out of the braid that hung down her back. She watched as the caterpillar immediately began to consume a leave. “How strange that a caterpillar would be alive this time of year. Shouldn’t you be a cocoon or butterfly by now?” Bertha shivered and pulled her brown cable-knit sweater closer to her body. The caterpillar began to eat one leave after another.
“Bertha? Shouldn’t you be doing your homework?” A grating voice came from inside the brick house.
“I’m coming!” Bertha glanced at the caterpillar once more that grabbed her backpack and walked inside to finish her Algebra homework.
Bertha woke up with a start. “I need to paint the trees white,” she thought. “I need to paint the trees white.” She fluffed her pillow and closed her eyes tight. “I need to paint the trees white!” Bertha put on her thick glasses and looked at the time. The red light-up numbers on her alarm clock read 12:00. “I should go back to bed,” Bertha quickly interrupted herself. “I HAVE to paint the trees white!” She stumbled out of her bed and tied the laces of her tennis shoes. She stealthily went to the garage and scanned the shelves. “White paint, I need white paint!” Towards the back of the holiday shelve, behind a box of Christmas ornaments was a can of white paint from when her dad painted the basement. She grabbed the half empty can of paint and a paintbrush, wrapped a scarf and coat around herself and walked outside. It was a full moon, the perfect October night, one of those nights that inspire Halloween stories. Bertha shivered, the frigid air cutting though her coat all the way to her bones. Something rustled in the tree.
“Hello?” Bertha’s voice came out low and shaky. She looked towards the tree, squinting in the moonlight. “The caterpillar?” Bertha looked at the tree closely and realized that the caterpillar had spun itself into a cocoon. Almost immediately Bertha was hit with the thought that had been running through her mind. “I have to paint the trees white!” She opened up the paint can, dipped the paintbrush into the white paint and brushed the first stoke. Again she was filled with the urgency to paint the trees white. Bertha flew into frenzy, trying to paint the tree as fast as was humanly possible. White paint was flecked everywhere, on Bertha’s clothes, on her hair, on the dying grass below the trees, it was absolutely everywhere! Bertha stopped for a second and tried to remove some of the thick, white paint that had gotten spattered all over her tortoise shell glasses when she spotted the cocoon that the caterpillar had spun. Small cracks were appearing in the silk, the caterpillar was breaking free!
“What?” Bertha was filled with confusion. Didn’t caterpillars take longer in their cocoon? What kind of moth or butterfly was this? “Only one tree left,” Bertha shifted her thoughts back to the only thing that mattered, the trees had to be white! The moon was brighter than ever, Bertha was able to see the moth emerge, its wings blood red.
A scream escaped her lips. The trees! They had to be white! Bertha began painting faster and faster; the moth shed its cocoon and began flying towards her. The moth finally reached Bertha and carefully landed on her.
“The trees!” Bertha cried hysterically. “The trees must be white!” A cry of anguish was heard as the Bertha fell to the ground, her arm sliding down, painting the last stroke. The moth burst into flames, ashes falling down, raining onto a lifeless Bertha.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
No, I'm not dead
I've just been sick and on vacation and busy. So, now that I'm back on here I guess I should tell everyone that Sarah's paragraph won. I guess that I should also tell everyone that I don't think we'll be doing the story for a while. There were a couple of kinks in how we were writing it (etc.) and I think it'll be healthier for our friendship if we give the story a break. Now this doesn't mean I'm going to stop posting stories by any means. Every now and then I'll post something, right now I'm focused on a story that I hope will turn out well. (It's based on one of my favorite fairy tales.) Well, I hope that's a sufficiant up-date. (Oh yeah, I saw Harry Potter 4! It was fantastic!) Wait, I can't forget, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Sarah's Paragraph
"Oh please Ffion," said Anewen.
"What?" said Ffion. "Like you’ve never thought of him that way."
"Ffion, please, the important thing is winning the competition right now and I do need to speak with him for a moment now that he’s obviously seen me".
"Oh right, you need to speak with him," Ffion raised her eyebrows in suspicion. "Yeah, I’ll see you later."
"‘Bye," said Anwen. She really wasn’t sure what she thought about being partnered with Trince ever since they were flinglings they had been academic rivals although they never hated each other. Trince was also kind, unlike the other military links.
"I should be grateful I was chosen at all," she thought to herself. She didn’t mind Trince but she wasn’t sure she could ever feel love towards him, if they were to win and be married as binders. Anwen shook herself, acting out of duty, she decided to talk to Trince.
" Hello Anwen,"said Trince in his stiff military form, "I’m looking forward to compete with a companion as capable as you are."
"Uhhh, thank you," said Anwen, not quite sure if he was trying to compliment her.
Trince nodded, "I hope you are feeling well, we both need to be at the top of our game if we are going to win."
"I’m feeling fine."
"Good, I’d like to go over some tactics with you just to make sure were on the same page."
"And I you," said Anwen.
"Huh?" said Trince in a confused voice.
"I too have plans that could help us win," said Anwen.
"Oh, well, I didn’t expect, I mean," Trince spluttered but quickly regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Well, we need to collaborate I’m sure well make a good team."
"I suppose we will," said Anwen suppressing a smile.
"I was hoping to meet you at the training grounds tomorrow, shortly after dawn," said Trince rather pleased at her agreement.
"I’ll be there," said Anwen.
"Well farewell ‘till then," Trince saluted smartly and did an about face.
"Till then," Anwen smiled as she walked to the home she shared with Ffion’s family. Everything she had worked for since she was a flingling was finally happening.
"What?" said Ffion. "Like you’ve never thought of him that way."
"Ffion, please, the important thing is winning the competition right now and I do need to speak with him for a moment now that he’s obviously seen me".
"Oh right, you need to speak with him," Ffion raised her eyebrows in suspicion. "Yeah, I’ll see you later."
"‘Bye," said Anwen. She really wasn’t sure what she thought about being partnered with Trince ever since they were flinglings they had been academic rivals although they never hated each other. Trince was also kind, unlike the other military links.
"I should be grateful I was chosen at all," she thought to herself. She didn’t mind Trince but she wasn’t sure she could ever feel love towards him, if they were to win and be married as binders. Anwen shook herself, acting out of duty, she decided to talk to Trince.
" Hello Anwen,"said Trince in his stiff military form, "I’m looking forward to compete with a companion as capable as you are."
"Uhhh, thank you," said Anwen, not quite sure if he was trying to compliment her.
Trince nodded, "I hope you are feeling well, we both need to be at the top of our game if we are going to win."
"I’m feeling fine."
"Good, I’d like to go over some tactics with you just to make sure were on the same page."
"And I you," said Anwen.
"Huh?" said Trince in a confused voice.
"I too have plans that could help us win," said Anwen.
"Oh, well, I didn’t expect, I mean," Trince spluttered but quickly regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Well, we need to collaborate I’m sure well make a good team."
"I suppose we will," said Anwen suppressing a smile.
"I was hoping to meet you at the training grounds tomorrow, shortly after dawn," said Trince rather pleased at her agreement.
"I’ll be there," said Anwen.
"Well farewell ‘till then," Trince saluted smartly and did an about face.
"Till then," Anwen smiled as she walked to the home she shared with Ffion’s family. Everything she had worked for since she was a flingling was finally happening.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Brianne's Paragraph
And sure enough there he was, all 3inch 4 of him. With his broad shoulders, his military cut, and that stupid simile across his face. But Anwen didn't want to talk to him right now, she didn't want to talk to anyone right now, she just wanted to get to Ffione's house and think. But there was no way avoiding him, he was making a Beeline for her and she was surrounded by the crowd trying to get out of the gathering place, so she was going to have to talk to him.
As he approached, she stood her ground and waited for him to reach her.
When he did, he said in a casual, "hey Anwen, what do you think about being partners?" she didn't reply, she just kept looking at him with a expressionless face, so Trince pressed forward. He talked about plans for the competition, and ways to out smart Narzelda and Qwenerth, but Anwen really wasn't listening. She was waiting politely for him to finish so she could leave, but then he said something that caught her attention. " I really think your parents would be proud."
Anwen stopped; she never really talked about her parents. It wasn't a touchy subject, but no one gave Trince permission to talk to her about them. Now she really didn't want to talk to him, so she broke the awkward silence by saying she had to go, and she flew out of the gathering place leaving Trince standing there all alone.
When she got to her and Ffion's house she was greeted by all of Ffion's little brothers and sisters, she got past them by smiling and by giving an occasional hug so she could go inside the grass hut to the room her and Ffion shared. When she got there she wasn't surprised to see that Ffion wasn't there, with Ffion being a blonde she was probably on a date or something, but this time Anwen was glad to be alone. Then she layed down on her hay bed to think, mainly about the competition, but her thoughts drifted to her parents and how they died. She remembered first how a boy in her age group named Iorworth suddenly vanished with his mysterious father, then a few years later his father suddenly appeared again threatening the Bind and wanting control of it. Then she remembered when her father conquered Iorworth's father and killed him and saved the bind, she didn't know why she thought about this, it really didn't have anything to do with her parents death, but she did always think of her father as the big military person he was and that memory was the one that reminded her most of him in that way. Then her thoughts drifted to the day her parents died, they both left on a military job just to check something out about the Bind's security, but there was an ambush on the way and both of them were killed. At this point in her thoughts Anwen had a large lump in her throat, she got off her bed and headed to the door. She was going to go find Trince and actually listen to his plans for the binder hood competition, anything was better then thinking about this; anything.
As he approached, she stood her ground and waited for him to reach her.
When he did, he said in a casual, "hey Anwen, what do you think about being partners?" she didn't reply, she just kept looking at him with a expressionless face, so Trince pressed forward. He talked about plans for the competition, and ways to out smart Narzelda and Qwenerth, but Anwen really wasn't listening. She was waiting politely for him to finish so she could leave, but then he said something that caught her attention. " I really think your parents would be proud."
Anwen stopped; she never really talked about her parents. It wasn't a touchy subject, but no one gave Trince permission to talk to her about them. Now she really didn't want to talk to him, so she broke the awkward silence by saying she had to go, and she flew out of the gathering place leaving Trince standing there all alone.
When she got to her and Ffion's house she was greeted by all of Ffion's little brothers and sisters, she got past them by smiling and by giving an occasional hug so she could go inside the grass hut to the room her and Ffion shared. When she got there she wasn't surprised to see that Ffion wasn't there, with Ffion being a blonde she was probably on a date or something, but this time Anwen was glad to be alone. Then she layed down on her hay bed to think, mainly about the competition, but her thoughts drifted to her parents and how they died. She remembered first how a boy in her age group named Iorworth suddenly vanished with his mysterious father, then a few years later his father suddenly appeared again threatening the Bind and wanting control of it. Then she remembered when her father conquered Iorworth's father and killed him and saved the bind, she didn't know why she thought about this, it really didn't have anything to do with her parents death, but she did always think of her father as the big military person he was and that memory was the one that reminded her most of him in that way. Then her thoughts drifted to the day her parents died, they both left on a military job just to check something out about the Bind's security, but there was an ambush on the way and both of them were killed. At this point in her thoughts Anwen had a large lump in her throat, she got off her bed and headed to the door. She was going to go find Trince and actually listen to his plans for the binder hood competition, anything was better then thinking about this; anything.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
My Paragraph
Trince flew towards Anwen and Ffion. As always, he went straight to the point of things. "Anwen, we need to make sure we’re on the same page about the Bind."
"Of course Trince, Ffion, will you please excuse us?" Anwen asked.
"Sure, see you later!" Ffion quickly disappeared.
"I’m sure you’re already aware of my views of the Bind?" Anwen twiddled with the hem off her pale brown spider-silk shirt as she spake to Trince, looking up confidently every now and then. "What else do we need to talk about, I know your views and you know mine. Thankfully they coincide. Is it possible that you’ve changed your mind lately?"
"No," Trince’s voice was always firm when he spoke, which was not too often. "I just want you to know that we have to win."
Anwen masked her surprise at Trince’s remark. Anwen felt very strongly about becoming the next Binder, especially now that Gwenerth and Narzelda were the alternatives. She couldn’t remember Trince ever making a big deal about the Binderhood though. She always assumed that he wanted to work his way up through the military. "Why?"
"Gwenerth and Narzelda are not only idiots but they are evil as well. If they become the Binder’s they’ll tear the Bind apart," Trince replied. "And I’m sure you of all people don’t want that."
"I know they’re idiots, unfit to run this country but to me they’ve always just seemed politically inept. Why are they evil all of a sudden?" Anwen always felt that when she talked with Trince she was talking with an ice block. Their conversations were always cold, unfeeling and Anwen felt exhausted by them. She knew that this was a taste of how many conversations with officials would be and she was already dreading them.
"They want to increase taxes and go to war against the junkies," Trince mentioned the despised junkies, a faerie race that lived of the filthy trash of humans. Some links believed that the junkies should be killed off because of their dependence on humans. "Their plans would change the Bind into something horrible, links would be killed, everyone would become poorer and poorer until the whole Bind would be sucked dry. They would be excessively rich while everyone would be reduced to nothing."
Anwen was stunned. "Where did you learn this?" Her voice shook with anger. "Why would they think of such a thing?"
"They’re power hungry and selfish," Trince stated, only saying as much as necessary.
"Losing isn’t an option," Anwen said.
"We’re working on it, your grace. The first step has already been completed," a faerie quietly said, fear vibrating in her every word. Her soiled blonde hair was cut very short and she wore a despicable piece of human garbage that was bright yellow and said "Starburst" over and over again. On her feet was some stiff paper that the humans called "cardboard." The "cardboard" was tied onto her feet with some"dental floss" lacing that was used to sew her "Starburst" dress together.
"Of course Trince, Ffion, will you please excuse us?" Anwen asked.
"Sure, see you later!" Ffion quickly disappeared.
"I’m sure you’re already aware of my views of the Bind?" Anwen twiddled with the hem off her pale brown spider-silk shirt as she spake to Trince, looking up confidently every now and then. "What else do we need to talk about, I know your views and you know mine. Thankfully they coincide. Is it possible that you’ve changed your mind lately?"
"No," Trince’s voice was always firm when he spoke, which was not too often. "I just want you to know that we have to win."
Anwen masked her surprise at Trince’s remark. Anwen felt very strongly about becoming the next Binder, especially now that Gwenerth and Narzelda were the alternatives. She couldn’t remember Trince ever making a big deal about the Binderhood though. She always assumed that he wanted to work his way up through the military. "Why?"
"Gwenerth and Narzelda are not only idiots but they are evil as well. If they become the Binder’s they’ll tear the Bind apart," Trince replied. "And I’m sure you of all people don’t want that."
"I know they’re idiots, unfit to run this country but to me they’ve always just seemed politically inept. Why are they evil all of a sudden?" Anwen always felt that when she talked with Trince she was talking with an ice block. Their conversations were always cold, unfeeling and Anwen felt exhausted by them. She knew that this was a taste of how many conversations with officials would be and she was already dreading them.
"They want to increase taxes and go to war against the junkies," Trince mentioned the despised junkies, a faerie race that lived of the filthy trash of humans. Some links believed that the junkies should be killed off because of their dependence on humans. "Their plans would change the Bind into something horrible, links would be killed, everyone would become poorer and poorer until the whole Bind would be sucked dry. They would be excessively rich while everyone would be reduced to nothing."
Anwen was stunned. "Where did you learn this?" Her voice shook with anger. "Why would they think of such a thing?"
"They’re power hungry and selfish," Trince stated, only saying as much as necessary.
"Losing isn’t an option," Anwen said.
"Was it ever?" and with that Trince left.
* * * * *
"How soon can we put the plan into action?" A deep voice came from behind a snake-leather covered chair.* * * * *
"We’re working on it, your grace. The first step has already been completed," a faerie quietly said, fear vibrating in her every word. Her soiled blonde hair was cut very short and she wore a despicable piece of human garbage that was bright yellow and said "Starburst" over and over again. On her feet was some stiff paper that the humans called "cardboard." The "cardboard" was tied onto her feet with some"dental floss" lacing that was used to sew her "Starburst" dress together.
"Excellent," the deep, compelling voice replied. "It will only be a matter of time."
* * * * *
* * * * *
Kendle's Paragraph
Trince came over and Anwen said, "Hello."
Trince wept.
Anwen said, "Why are you weeping?"
Trince said, "I am in love with Narzelda and now she’s my rival."
Anwen said, "I am sorry. I hope you will learn to love me too."
Trince wept.
Anwen said, "Why are you weeping?"
Trince said, "I am in love with Narzelda and now she’s my rival."
Anwen said, "I am sorry. I hope you will learn to love me too."
Thursday, September 15, 2005
SEASON FOUR CAME!!!!!!!!!!
YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Season four of Smallville came!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I"M SO EXCITED!
Friday, September 02, 2005
Football!
Today is the first game of the football season so everyone's really pumped. I'm REALLY excited except I'm worried that we'll lose. We haven't had a lot of good luck in the past seasons but (hopefully!) this season will be different.
I'm marching during half time (I hope I do okay!) and so I have to be there at six. Needless to say, I've got butterflies in my stomach, I hope I don't mess up!
The pep rally was really fun today. Unfortunatly we (the Freshmen) are not only the quietest class but we're the smallest class too! I guess I'm going to have to refine my yelling ablities. Any tips?
I'm marching during half time (I hope I do okay!) and so I have to be there at six. Needless to say, I've got butterflies in my stomach, I hope I don't mess up!
The pep rally was really fun today. Unfortunatly we (the Freshmen) are not only the quietest class but we're the smallest class too! I guess I'm going to have to refine my yelling ablities. Any tips?
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Bedrooms!
I finally have my own room! I am no longer living in the "Dark Room" but I have Uncle David's room instead. It's still quite a mess (and half of the mess isn't mine! It's Uncle David's and the food storage's mess!) but it's mine! (I've been sharing a room with Kendle all my life so I'm very, VERY happy to have my own room!) Not much more to say then that. I've already got some posters up and we might put the old computer in my room! (It dosen't have internet though. ) I need to get a new blanket because I have a big bed now (I wish I had a small one but I have to have a big one.) I think I'm going to make myself a denim quilt. I'm thinking stars would look awsome!
Friday, August 19, 2005
Tom Welling
I thought that you all should see Kendle's future husband, Tom Welling (a.k.a. Clark Kent.) Actually, Kendle will never be able to marry Clark unless she convinces him to divorce his wife and wait for her. He's also 30-something so that put's a damper on things. (FYI she chose this picture of him.) Oh well, she can dream about him. (To see the picture of Clark go to http://www.kryptonsite.com/twgallery5.htm)
This is Kendle speaking, he is very, very, very,very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very (etc.) hot. It's too bad that he is too old for me and married. 
Oh well. He's still hot!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Harry Potter, Star Wars and Smallville
As you can see by the name of my blog, I'm obsessed with Harry Potter, Star Wars and Smallville. Everyone should know what Harry Potter and Smallville are but I don't expect everyone to know about the fabulous T.V. show Smallville.
Smallville is about Superman (Clark Kent) before he was Superman. My family got into once my Aunt Ginny introduced it to us. We are waiting for the fourth season to come out on DVD so we can rent it from Netflicks. My least favorite episode was the one with the bug boy (he was SO gross!) and the sadest episode was when (well, I would tell you but I can't! It would give too much away!)
Harry Potter is my favorite book series (but the Tennis Shoe series runs a close second!) My favorite book is book six and my favorite character is Hermione. I can't wait for the seventh book or the fourth movie!
Star Wars is my favorite series of movies. I like the older movies with the exception of the third Star Wars. Even though the third Star Wars is depressing it's really good!
I'm thinking about adding Megatokyo to my list of obsessions. Megatokyo is a really good internet anime comic strip. It's about two American mega gamers that get stranded in Tokyo. It's a little weird at the beggining but then it turns into a giant soap opera.
Well not much more to say except OBSESSIONS RULE!
Smallville is about Superman (Clark Kent) before he was Superman. My family got into once my Aunt Ginny introduced it to us. We are waiting for the fourth season to come out on DVD so we can rent it from Netflicks. My least favorite episode was the one with the bug boy (he was SO gross!) and the sadest episode was when (well, I would tell you but I can't! It would give too much away!)
Harry Potter is my favorite book series (but the Tennis Shoe series runs a close second!) My favorite book is book six and my favorite character is Hermione. I can't wait for the seventh book or the fourth movie!
Star Wars is my favorite series of movies. I like the older movies with the exception of the third Star Wars. Even though the third Star Wars is depressing it's really good!
I'm thinking about adding Megatokyo to my list of obsessions. Megatokyo is a really good internet anime comic strip. It's about two American mega gamers that get stranded in Tokyo. It's a little weird at the beggining but then it turns into a giant soap opera.
Well not much more to say except OBSESSIONS RULE!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Faeries
Two of my friends (Brianne and Sarah Ramsay) are writing a story with me and Kendle. It's a story about Faeries and we're each writing a paragraph and then voting on the best paragraph. I'm going to post each of the paragraphs and what we've written (yeah I know, I'm copying Katie) and you can read it if you want to. Keep in mind that it's the first draft so somethings might change.
"Can I have everyone’s attention please?" The Bindress announced to the crowded hall. Instantly the hall became silent, as if a spell had been cast. "As you know, my husband and I are very old. For the last three months we have been analyzing every graduated flingling to decide which four will compete for Binderhood of this great Bind. Not only have these Links been tested alone but in groups to see if their leadership skills are up to mark. We have matched together two pairs that will compete against each other. We feel that we have chosen well and whoever wins will surely be great leaders. Now we present to you the four contestants. Anwen and Trince will be our first pair. The second pair will be Narzelda and Gwenerth. May those who are meant to be the Binders win." The hall shook with thunderous applause.
Anwen’s brilliant green eyes widened. She needed to be alone, to gather her thoughts. She couldn’t handle being congratulated by everyone right now. Luckily she was near the back of the crowded hall. She quietly snuck out, even though no one would notice her leaving, especially with the hubbub going on.
"Where are you going?" Ffion smiled, tossing her golden blonde hair back. "Shouldn’t you be enjoying your glory? You and I both know you’ve been working for this your whole life."
Anwen smiled. Ffion was usually right, at least when it came to figuring her out. Anwen just wished she could see through her best friend as easily.
"You deserve to celebrate!" Said Ffion.
"Thanks Fi but I really have to find someone right know," Anwen replied.
"What’s wrong with you? If I was about to marry a total stud like Trince I wouldn’t be running away! Military guys are SO hot! Ooo here comes Mr. Fine!"
Faerie Story
By Brianne Ramsay, Sarah Ramsay, Ginny Romney, Kendle Romney
By Brianne Ramsay, Sarah Ramsay, Ginny Romney, Kendle Romney
"Can I have everyone’s attention please?" The Bindress announced to the crowded hall. Instantly the hall became silent, as if a spell had been cast. "As you know, my husband and I are very old. For the last three months we have been analyzing every graduated flingling to decide which four will compete for Binderhood of this great Bind. Not only have these Links been tested alone but in groups to see if their leadership skills are up to mark. We have matched together two pairs that will compete against each other. We feel that we have chosen well and whoever wins will surely be great leaders. Now we present to you the four contestants. Anwen and Trince will be our first pair. The second pair will be Narzelda and Gwenerth. May those who are meant to be the Binders win." The hall shook with thunderous applause.
Anwen’s brilliant green eyes widened. She needed to be alone, to gather her thoughts. She couldn’t handle being congratulated by everyone right now. Luckily she was near the back of the crowded hall. She quietly snuck out, even though no one would notice her leaving, especially with the hubbub going on.
"Where are you going?" Ffion smiled, tossing her golden blonde hair back. "Shouldn’t you be enjoying your glory? You and I both know you’ve been working for this your whole life."
Anwen smiled. Ffion was usually right, at least when it came to figuring her out. Anwen just wished she could see through her best friend as easily.
"You deserve to celebrate!" Said Ffion.
"Thanks Fi but I really have to find someone right know," Anwen replied.
"What’s wrong with you? If I was about to marry a total stud like Trince I wouldn’t be running away! Military guys are SO hot! Ooo here comes Mr. Fine!"
High School
If my blog site had music you'd be hearing a death march right now. Why, you ask? Really it's simple. School started yesterday. Actually, high school isn't that bad. It's a lot like Jr. High except it's a LOT bigger and everyone's so worried about themselves they don't pick on you. You're invisible and for now that's okay. Not much has happened, everyone's just talked about rules (which is kind of boring.) The only teacher I have a problem with (right now) is my english teacher. She said we have to do four bookreports a semester (which is fine with me) but there's two catches. We can't do books that have been made into movies (which I'm okay with) but she also said we can't do ANY Harry Potter books! Where's the justice in that? She said the Harry Potter books are "too much alike." Yeah right! How would she know? I know for a fact she's never read one! She also has a girl a year younger than me (her name's Marie and she's one of my friends) and she won't let Marie read Harry Potter because there's witches in it but she'll let Marie read another book that has witches AND children sacrifices. This lady has some issues.
Hey!
Well, I hope that my blog page works this time! Like I said last time, here I'll write random things and (maybe) write somthing interesting at the same time. (In case anyone is wondering, my favorite animal is a flamingo.)
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