The Worst Blah-G Ever!!!!
You know my love for you is limitless, right? Well, is that mutual? Because if it is you won’t be mad at me for this Blah-g which is officially The Worst Blah-G Ever. Why? Because I am not writing anything. I am simply wishing you all an ah-mazing holiday season and a rockin’ New Years Eve. I will be back in the saddle Wednesday January 6th and I will dazzle you then. I promise. But right now I have a To Do list the size of my leg and I have to get moving. Feel free to chat amongst yourselves while I’m gone.
SHOUT OUT to all of you for surviving another semester. Enjoy your time off.
TTYin2010,
Lisi
December 16th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
1st????
December 16th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
1st????
December 16th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
firsttt
December 16th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
2nd comment!!!!! Ahhhhhh!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
fourth?
December 16th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
sorry… i know its really annoying when people do that, but i have legit never ever been this close beforeeee!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:24 pm
dangg itt
December 16th, 2009 at 2:24 pm
aww mann
December 16th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
wooo!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:26 pm
nope fifth and now sixth!—-
Its ok Lisi! I luv u always!!!!!!! your so awesome and dedicate so much time to us! Happy Holidays Lisi!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
i’m here
December 16th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
all right i g2g!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
HI LISI CAN YOU GIVE ME A SHOUT-OUT…NEXT WEEK IS MY BIRTHDAY ON THE 20TH PLZ!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
ok
December 16th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
15
December 16th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
off to read the blahg now
December 16th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Aw, Lisi, you know we love you no matter how long your Blah-g is…of course, if it isn’t longer next week, we might have to find a new alpha.
Just kidding! 
December 16th, 2009 at 2:30 pm
okkkkkk….. x2
December 16th, 2009 at 2:30 pm
omg!! this is the closest ive ever been!! but its ok lisi just wanted to say that ur awesome and that i blog every week and that i <3 the clique!! is it true that the book after TBAMFS is My Little Phony???????
please telll us!!!
luvvvvv
<3julie<3
December 16th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
LISI!!!!! I ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW HOW OLD WERE ND HAV A HAPPY HOLIDAIIZZ
December 16th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
LISI!!!!! I ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW HOW OLD WERE ND HAV A HAPPY HOLIDAIIZZ
December 16th, 2009 at 2:33 pm
HAV A HAPPY HOLIDAIIZZ
December 16th, 2009 at 2:33 pm
omg i have such a bad headache thats kind of random i know
December 16th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
haha blah-g
December 16th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
AH!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
happy holidays 2 i’ll go sleading at my bff’s house she has a awsome hill
during break
December 16th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
I get off of school on Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Friday we have a Holiday assembly/show thing and I’m pretty sure it’s half day so I get off at lunch!!!!!!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Yay I’m in the first 27 comments!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
me 2 we r have assembly 2 but we have 2 go 2 class after
December 16th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
HAPPY HOLIDAYS LISI! Are you full Jewish cause I remember you saying you donated your Bat Mitzvah money to charity or something like that!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
Cool Courtney!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
i’m sooo exitied a break from my social life less stress yayyy!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
and i get 2 sleep till 10am and stay up all nite yayyy!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
Wow earliest ever, Mary please post your story, Lisi i dont mind, its ok, i understand, were all busy!
:( Theres always next year tho:):):)
Yay 2010, I was carpooling with my friend today and we realized that today, Thurs, or Fri will be our last day in the car together 2009,
December 16th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
yes we all do still love you Lisi!
anybody on? Can’t stay for long chorus concert soon
December 16th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
any 1 on????
December 16th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
omg u have choir concert 2!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
duz any1 hav a story? if so post plz! i need to read and im avoiding my homework
December 16th, 2009 at 2:48 pm
heyyy
December 16th, 2009 at 2:48 pm
srry i don’t
December 16th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Lol meara, thats what i do!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
oh yeah, i just finished alphas yestrday and i <3 it!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
uuugghhhh you are all so lucky!
I have to go to school monday and tuesday too
and I have a huge S.S. test on the last day before break! Ahhh!
but in every other class we’re just gonna party the last 2 days
December 16th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
Wow that sounds like fun, than gawd my AP teacher pushed the test after winter break!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
crap!!! the snow is melting nooooooooooooo……
December 16th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
yeah i hav a story if any1s interestd and Amy, ha ha!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:50 pm
haha that’s funny courtney! that’d be weird if you were the courney in my chorus…but i doubt it lol. Okay gtg eat dinner before the concert so bye!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
Please share!!!!
Im bored!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
wow the 1st time i commented here was january 13th 2009… so much has changed here
December 16th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
my geometry teacher is making us take a test b4 the break to, and we have to go on monday and tuesday to AND the high skool duznt, soooooooooooooooooooooooo not fair!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
Today im avoiding bio hw *yucky* lol
December 16th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
il post in a sec, let me go get my story…………
December 16th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
hee hee funny
December 16th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
if u ever heard of the howard p.a.s u probably aren’t that’s where mine is
December 16th, 2009 at 2:54 pm
omg i have a part in my school play!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:54 pm
i did my english hw
December 16th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A OKLAHOMA OK!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
I have school next week Mon. & Tues. but even though we have school on Wed. I’m leaving 4 vacation and staying at my sisters new house in Las Vegas.
December 16th, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Wow!!! my comment accually posted! I wrote this cool story if anyone cares…
When Darkness Came
I’ve known Kayleen since kindergarten. We have been best friends ever since. During the summer after second grade Kayleen became very sick. She was taken to the hospital where the doctor found that she had developed diabetes. Kayleen got better and was fine for awhile, but over this past summer she had eyesight issues. The doctor said that she had developed diabetic retinopathy, which is caused by diabetes. The blood vessels in the back of her eyes broke and blood flooded and damaged her eye. Sometimes the disease can be treated with medicine or surgery, but not in Kayleen’s case. During last school year the blood vessels had begun splitting and no one knew this happened. If it had been caught early, her eyesight might have been saved. Now there is only a small chance Kayleen will ever see again.
I go over to Kayleen’s house a lot to help her learn Braille. Kayleen says Braille is easy. I am learning Braille with her and I find it tough. Last Friday she called me to come over to help her.
Since it was a Friday, I packed up my bags with the essentials for a Friday night sleepover: clothes, phonebook (for prank calls), hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, my laptop, The Parent Trap (Kayleen’s favorite movie), and Double Stuffed Oreos with peanut butter, a tradition we picked up from the movie.
When I got to Kayleen’s house her mom said she was upstairs in her bedroom. I went up and opened the door of her neon green and purple room, my favorite room in the house. The walls had huge purple and green flowers on them which make you feel like you stepped into a jungle. Kayleen was seated at her desk studying her Braille book. I knocked on her door as she looked up. I knew she couldn’t see me, but I still gazed at her beautiful brown eyes and auburn hair that was brought back into a sleek ponytail.
“Hey Kayleen, what’s up?”
“Not much”
“Guess what I brought,” I said as I walked closer to her hoping the sounds of my overnight bag would signal to her.
“Hmm, let me guess,” she said pretending to think. “The phone book, for prank calls, hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, your laptop.”
“So far so good.” I said as I began to unpack the things.
“The Parent Trap, and clothes”
“Anything else?”
“… And, uhh, OH! Double Stuffed Oreos with peanut butter.”
It was our “thing” to always unpack and guess what we had brought.
“So Kayleen what did you need?”
“Just a friend.”
“I am here for you.”
Kayleen moved over to her Braille typewriter and wrote the message on paper for me. I took the paper from her. I used my fingers to read that the paper said,
“You must be in a good mood because you are wearing your ”I am a Lucky Duck” T-shirt. I was once blind, but now I can see.”
December 16th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
okay, heres my story, its kinda short and not very goo, actually, its bad, very bad but u can read it if u want….
I stared long and hard at the best thing in this world. The old, faded photograph reflected back at me and caused a vivid flashback. In that time, things were so much easier, simpler, all that was needed to bring a bright smile to his grubby face was the sight of me, his older sister. I always cared for him, wiped his sticky fingers clean, filled his yellow cup, and anything else that he needed. Seeing him like that, so innocent, was a drastic contrast to the mug shot that now lay on my cluttered desk. To see his footy pajamas slowly replaced with ankle cuffs and to see his crib fade into a cold, hard prison bunk was a long and hard road. Just the knowledge that my rother was accused of such atrocities was a heavy burden on my heart.
After a couple of moments, I snapped back to reality, to hard facts, and evidence, evidence pointing to this mirthful toddler. Now, in this moment, he was no longer my baby brother; he was a suspect. I tucked the little snapshot back into my pocket and pulled myself together preparing to continue with the day’s work.
My job at the FBI consisted of figuring out what happened, why it happened, and who did it. Some days that job was harder than others like today. We had a case that involved an older woman who insisted that she was robbed, beaten up, and raving about a murder but when we did a little digging we discovered that she sleepwalked and banged herself up. As for the robbing, well lets just say that she’s a little imaginative. The mailman was walking by and saw her lying on the floor, very still; so he opened the unlocked door, she woke up then proceeded to shout several swear words and to call 911.
A beeping sound was emitting from under a heaping pile of case files. I heaved the papers out of the way and quickly picked up the receiver of the landline.
“We’ve got a possible drug deal gone bad and a body, maybe more,” stated a gruff voice on the other line.
Not entirely trusting myself to drive or even get near the drivers side of a car I rose unsteadily from my chair and grabbed my coat, heading for the office next to mine.
Marie Emerson. That was the name printed in peeling black letters on the door of the pristine office. As I entered the room, I felt at home as I always did when I stepped into my friends space.
“Emily, did you get Rob’s phone call? He said that he wants you to ride with me. Is that okay?” Wow, maybe he did read minds, I always wondered.
I shook my head ‘yes’ and followed her petite frame out of the building and into the parking garage.
Before I even closed the door, she was questioning me,
“Are you okay? It seems like something’s bothering you.” She always did seem to know me so well.
“No-“
“Don’t even try to lie to me, I know you way to well to have any of that.” Wow, creepy.
“Nothing is wrong with me now lets go do the jobs that people’s taxes pay us to do.” I said with a sense of finality that was not ignorable, unless you’re Marie.
“I said, don’t try any of that crap with me!” she barked, “Quit being sarcastic and tell me the truth, I’m not moving this car until you talk to me and I don’t think your in any shape to stop me,” she softened.
I told Marie the whole story, spilling my guts to her. By the end I was emotional, barley able to choke out the final words, and hold back the tears that were glistening in my eyes. After I was finished I turned around and faced the windshield of the car, stubborn, and determined not to speak again until we arrived at our destination. About half way there I snuck a peak at Marie; her lips were pursed, as was normal when she was thing hard or trying to figure something out. Her short brown bob was flawless and her forefinger was tapping out a little rhythm on the steering wheel. As for her stature, everyone took her seriously now but when she first joined she had to really prove that she could be a valuable asset. With her measly five foot two stance and petite frame she was easily mistaken as not posing a threat.
When we arrived at the scene, I was even shakier than the drug addicts I had seen when they were low on Heroin. I cautiously opened the car door and entered into the blinding sunlight. Wait, it’s night. Maybe I should just go home, I’m obviously not up to doing my job.
“Emily? Emily?” A gruff voice said cautiously, “Vuntler!”
“Rob? Is that you?” I asked confused
“Well yeah, who did you expect?” he asked with a hint of humor that was abruptly cut short in this moment of seriousness.
December 16th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Hey Lisi! I can’t buh-lieve your not writing another blah-g until January 6th how will I ever wait that long!? My Christmas break doesn’t start until the 18th!
December 16th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Heyy girlies!!
i am SOOO mad that i had to go to the mall with my mom….my comment has never been this far down!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
so, thought plz, btw
Cari- LOVED ur story, so original, awsome!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:01 pm
thats a cool story.
so…..who wants 2 chat?????
December 16th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
oh and
MARY- if u get on plz plz plz plz plz plz plz post more of WHite Butterflies, i <3 it soooooooooooooooooooooo much
TALIA- if u get on, please please please post ALL of Madison’s purple diary, one of my fav stories ever, ur a gr8t writer, keep going
December 16th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
Believe it or not, i liked this super duper short blog!I still have homework but will be on later. TTYL
December 16th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
My english teacher is giving us a test on a christmas carol tomarrow, i am sooo nawt ready for it!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
sooo?
December 16th, 2009 at 3:04 pm
so, who all is on right now?
December 16th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Meeeeee!!!!!
sigh i am sooo bored now!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
Thanks Meara. I had to write it for my power of the pen team (writing compititions) I if you want me to post my other ones i will, but they aren’t as good.
December 16th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
1st: THANK YOU LISI for the endless blogging, great books, and dedication to your fans
) Thank you for taking the time to blog and look at our comments. Thank you for posting sneekpeaks of your stories and thank you for writing The Clique (And Alphas!!)) so THANKS THANKS THANKS!
2cnd: Happy holidays everyone!!! Have a merry christmas, a great Kwanza, and a happy Hanniku!!
3rd: Good Luck to anyone who has to take upcoming exams!!!! (Wish me luck!!)
4rd: LISI!!!! I know this is stupidly rude and yeah, my parents did teach me not to ask this but i am veryy curious.. SO PLEASE, can ya tell me how much money you make per book???? Im sorry like monopoly (haaa, that didnt make any sense but it sounds cool,) but my curosity got tha best of me
)
5th: Wish me luck.. i have to sing a french song with my class in front of the whole school ! haha.
BBL
)
♥ Hanna
December 16th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
i spent tho whole bus ride home (which is long 4 me) complaining about random things 2 my BFF. then she had 2 get off but i wasnt done yet!!!!
have 2 call her and continure…
lol
December 16th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Meara- we have to no all this vocab and all the questions, stage directions, character annalisis, etc. and we don’t even have it to study from!?!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Bella- me to, i am STARVING right now! my stomach aside, wat r u guys up to?
December 16th, 2009 at 3:09 pm
just chatting on here!
(ok the num. is dialing so i can complain more…BTW she complained with me so i’m not annoying her or anything!)
December 16th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Good luck Hanna!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
pleeezzzzzzzz act alpha and critique!!
CH1
CHICAGO
ST. FREDERICK’S MEMORIAL HOSPITAL
Thursday, June 20th, 6:06am
At exactly 6:06am on June 20th, 1996
a shrill high-pitched scream of a new-born baby girl pierced the silence in St. Frederick’s Memorial Hospital. It could be heard very clearly, even with the clash of thunder that sounded outside and the pounding rain lashing at the windows. Just as the scream shattered the calmness of St. Frederick’s a ray of sunshine seemed to have broken through the heavy, ominous black clouds
in the sky and shone like a spotlight on Natalia Brookmill’s new born baby girl, Stephanie Rae-Anne Brookmill. Her middle name was Rae-Anne because of the ray of sun that had appeared at the exact time she was born. While delivering Stephanie, Natalia Brookmill hadn’t experienced so much pain in her whole 26 years of living. Family members of the Brookmills all gushed over this adorable new baby, which weighed 6.5 pounds and had little tufts of blonde hair and eyes that looked almost like sapphires. Stephanie’s older sister, Sabrina, who was four years old at the time, didn’t seem too happy about this random new-born baby intruding on her already perfect life. She didn’t want her mom giving up all her free time just to look after this baby. If this did happen, Sabrina just knew that her mom would forget about her. And her dad (Brent) was wayyyy too busy, being the CEO of his own company, to have time to go shopping with her or drive her to her friend’s house for that matter. Other family of the Brookmills were busy giving Natalia and Brent their gifts for this new baby. Cribs, warm-looking cashmere sweaters, stuffed animals, pacifiers, bottles, and pajamas were getting stacked beside the window facing the bed. As Sabrina recalled this later on in her life, she knew that she had under-estimated her sister. Because on June 20th, 1996, a true alpha had risen.
CH2
CHICAGO
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, STEPHANIE’S BEDROOM
Friday, July 1st
6:35 pm
The Brookmill family had just finished a calm and peaceful dinner. For once in 3 weeks, the whole family had been at the dinner table together. It was usually Sabrina or Brent not in attendance for dinner. Sabrina was usually with her boyfriend Gabe on a date or at her BFF’s house. It was the summer right after her senior prom and she was officially free of High School forever. Her excuse was that she was ‘trying to spend as much time as possible with her Clique before college started and they were separated.’ Brent was the CEO of his own company and usually came home at 8:00pm ‘cause he was so busy in office everyday. So dinner at the Brookmill house was usually just Natalia, Stephanie, Stephanie’s younger sister Shannon, who was 11 years old and their house-keeper, May. Stephanie liked Shannon better than Sabrina. She didn’t know why, but Sabrina just hated her since the day she was born. It was like she was a mud-covered, smelly, scrawny cat which was opposite of true. Stephanie knew that she was at least one of the top three beautiful girls at her private school that she attended, Cambridge Prep which was located in the heart of downtown Chicago. Cambridge was all the way exclusive; you could say that it’s kinda like the University of Cambridge in London. High expectations, high academic, pretty hard to get into, and world-famous. A couple grades below the average could cost you expulsion. It was for the best of the best. The fabulous of the fabulous. The talented of the talented. The alpha of the alpha. Stephanie was thinking about all this as she was brushing the fur of her adorable white yorkie terrier, Marshmallow. Oh whatever, she thought, it’s Sabrina who’s gonna miss out on all the fun. If she could be alpha of the alphas at Cambridge, she could be an alpha anywhere. She’d make celebrities look like random subway passengers. Anyways, the point was she didn’t need her sister. In her opinion, she was much prettier than her sister. Sabrina had wavy brown hair, a pointy chin, chestnut eyes and high cheekbones. It was your usual brunette beauty. And plus, don’t blondes have more fun?
At that moment, Stephanie’s mom, Natalia came in with her husband. They had very nervous looks on their faces, as if they were about to reveal something they didn’t want anyone else to know.
“Hi sweetheart, what are you doing?”
“Just brushing Marshmallow.”
“Uh, well, uh Steph, we have some news.” All of a sudden, Stephanie had mental pictures in her head of another mini-Sabrina being born. Oh, Lord! Please let that not be true! Her expression must’ve showed on her face because her parents said “No, it’s nothing like that.” Phew. OMG, they could be getting a new puppy! How cute, so then Marshmallow could have a playmate.
“Is it a new dog?”
“No.”
“Then is Sabrina moving out of the house?”
“No.”
“Oh, I got it___”
“Steph, we really don’t want to play twenty questions.” At this, her mom sighed. “We’re moving to Beverly Hills. Your father got a really good new promotion for his job and it pays twice as much as this one.” Stephanie could not have been more shocked if Marshmallow had just started to speak English. They were already rich. They didn’t need anymore money as it was. She felt as is if she was falling down a long dark well and everything that she loved in her life were happily waving goodbye from the top. She dropped Marshmallow and didn’t even notice when the dog barked a bark of indignation. This was the first time in Stephanie’s life that she was at a loss for words. “B-b-but what about my Clique, our estate, my school, and everything else here in Chicago??!! And what about our estate? Have you sold it yet?” There were a million other questions that she wanted to ask but she was stunned into silence. She couldn’t believe that her parents had made this decision and hadn’t bothered asking her opinion of it. Her great, no fabulous, 13 years in Chicago were about to end. She couldn’t even bear to think about her BFF’s(Violetta, Stacey, and Anna) reaction to this tragic and horrible x 100000000000 news. Her Clique needed her. She was their alpha. The one who gave them fashion advice, social-anything advice, boy tips, self-presentation advice and regular boosts of confidence. Why her?! Why__
“Stephie?” It was something her parents called her if they were ultra-concerned about her. “We’re really sorry about this and we knew that you weren’t expecting this but the move’s a done deal.” Her mom gave her a warm hug and Stephanie was immediately enveloped in Bvlgari’s perfume fragrance. She heard the faint click of her bedroom door being closed but it sounded so distant, as if she were hearing it from the other end of a phone line. She laid down afterwards on her Louis Vuitton bedspread-covered king size bed, not even bothering to undress. Stephanie stayed up for hours, until finally, at 1 o’clock in the morning, she cried herself to sleep.
CH3
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, STEPHANIE’S BEDROOM
Saturday, July 2nd
10:52am
Late in the morning, Stephanie woke up to the sound of clattering dishes. Oh great, she thought, we’re probably already starting to pack some of our dishes away. She changed out of her hot pink satin shorts and black Charlotte Ronson silk halter top and put on a coral mini-skirt, and a delicate white Marc Jacobs cotton spaghetti strap with lace. She was at least an eight. After that, she spritzed herself with Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume, grabbed her gold Motorola Razr then walked down the stairs for breakfast. No one was at the huge oval shaped dining table made of cherry wood. Natalia was probably out on her morning jog, Sabrina was most likely at the mall ransacking the shelves at Chanel, Shannon was probably IMing her BFFs and Brent was at work again. Stephanie glanced up at the clock on the stove and saw that it read 11:11am.Time to make a wish. She wished that somehow or other, they wouldn’t have to move out of Chicago to Beverly Hills. She hoped and hoped for her wish to come true but knew that all this wishing was just wasting her time. Her parents had already said that it was a done deal. Sighing with depression, Stephanie screamed for May. “Yes, m’dear?” came the sound of a fifty-something year old woman coming up the stairs leading to their humongous basement.
“Could you prepare some French toast along with some fresh fruit? Bacon would be nice too.” Last night’s crying session had made her hungry. “Certainly, m’dear” replied May. As soon as May disappeared into the kitchen, Stephanie immediately started texting her friends.
Stephanie: Whuzzup? I was wondering if you guys wanted to hang at my house today pool party??
She tried masking her sadness with smiley emoticons. Seconds later, ding.
Violetta: What’s with all the smileys? Something’s gotta be wrong.
Sigh, she knew that she could never fake out her BFFs. They knew her too well.
Anna: Yeah, whattup w/ that?
Stacey : Dang,girl, why act like a Frauda?
Stephanie: ??????
Stacey: Why act all fake?
Stephanie: I’ll tell you guys at the pool party. At 1:00pm
Anna: I just got this adorable yellow floral print bikini from alice+olivia.
Stephanie: Gtg, May’s here.
It was true. May had just appeared with breakfast. Part of the reason she signed off was also because she didn’t want to burst into tears while texting her BFFs. God, she’d miss them like hell. And how soon would they be moving out of their estate? Stephanie was too shocked last night to bother asking. The instant the sweet smell of French toast mixed with maple syrup entered her mouth, she was instantly calmed. She decided to keep positive about this whole situation and have the most fun she ever had with her BFFs, even if she had to act like a Frauda to achieve that.
CH4
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, INDOOR POOL
Saturday, July 2nd
12:51pm
“What should I wear, what should I wear, what should I wear??” Stephanie kept mumbling to herself. Ughhhhh. If only she was in a better mood, the choice might’ve been easier. Her wardrobe was just not cooperating with her today. She was in her huge walk-in closet that was probably as big as a normal bedroom. She had 11 options of bikinis laid out in front of her. After five minutes of pondering, she finally decided on option five= a black Chanel bikini. She grabbed a baby pink towel from the towel rack in her beach-inspired washroom, snatched up a pair of Juicy flip-flops, then padded her way down to their indoor pool. It was at least ten feet deep and it had a diving board also. She called for May again to prepare some summer-y snacks. Within two minutes, VSA (Violetta, Stacey, Anna) came running down the steps toward Stephanie, who was on the diving board. They screamed ‘Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy’ but Stephanie pretended not to hear. Then she did a perfect swan dive and landed gracefully in the water. She stayed under water for 5 seconds, and like a supermodel in an advertising print campaign for bikinis, then emerged to the sound of applause.
“Oh my guh-od. Love the Chanel bikini. Looks great against your blonde curls.” Violetta cried.
“ Two letters. TT.” Said Anna. She had been making up abbrieviations since forever. Stephanie knew that if you had achieved a Total Ten then your outfit, or in her case, bikini was beyond being beyond.
“Sooooo, uh, what’s the big news?” asked Violetta. God, could her beta not understand that this was a time for fun, not exploding into waterworks?
“Tell ya later” replied Stephanie. As she did so, she turned on the radio and P!nk’s ‘So What’ bleated through the whole room.
‘So, so what, I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don’t need you’
At the rock star part, Stacey pretended to play an invisible guitar while rocking her head back and forth. This made everyone laugh. When Britney’s ‘Circus’ came on, everyone dive-bombed into the pool, not caring that they were acting like drunk people. Inflated rafts, noodles and boards were thrown into the pool as if they were confetti. They were having so much fun that they didn’t even notice when May arrived with watermelon/raspberry smoothies, pitas with hummus, chips, mini-subs and gummie kebabs.
At 2:45, everyone got tired and started hungrily munching on the snacks. All three pairs of eyes were on Stephanie with expectant and anxious looks on their faces. Stephanie surrendered under their looks and sighed a deep heavy sigh. “I’m moving to Beverly Hills.” Violetta dropped her pita, Stacey choked on her smoothie, and Anna almost hit the inside of her mouth with her kebab stick. They all stared at her as if she had red and green teeth. “No really.” Anna said. “Yes really.” Replied Stephanie with a trace of a sniffle. Immediately, VSA ditched their food and came running toward her with open arms. All of a sudden, Stephanie was enveloped in Violetta’s sharp, gentle, floral Nina Ricci perfume, Stacey’s romantic Ralph Lauren fragrance and the scent of Anna’s fresh, clean and delicate Miss Dior Chérie. When mixed together with her Marc Jacobs Daisy, it smelled bittersweet. But she refused to show her tears, even though they were rapidly gathering in the corners of her eyes. Like a true alpha, she’d never let people think she was ever a Frauda. She wasn’t cheap and fake. It was like she was a Prada, and everyone else was a cheap Ardene tote. She was prettier then them on the outside, had a high-quality standard then the others, texture/material was richer and every one of those Ardenes wanted to be just like a Prada but could never make that transformation. It was like Layne and Massie from the Clique, a weed and a rose, a broken down truck and a Mercedes. And Stephanie was going to live up to her Prada standard, even if this move was about to ruin anything and everything.
December 16th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
Cari- that stinx i know how u feel, i hav a c now bcuz i couldnt turn in a quiz today to my teacher b cuz we had a sub, AND SHE PUT IN A C! how is that fair??????????? oh, and what did u think of my story? i hav several and im trying to decide which one to commit to
December 16th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
CH5
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, LIVING ROOM
Saturday, July 2nd
3:38pm
After her friends had left, and Stephanie was alone with no one but her mom, she asked the few questions that she desperately needed to ask.
“Mom, when exactly is this move?”
“In a week, dear. Actually, more like 5 days.”
“Five days?! You could’ve forwarned me like at least a month earlier so I could’ve prepared for this huge blow.”
“Steph, we really don’t want you to be mad about this. I for one, thought you’d be excited for this move because y__”
“Mom, does it look like I’m excited? And how could you think that ditching my BFFs forever classifies as exciting??”
“Stephanie Rae-Anne Brookmill, let me finish. I thought you’d be excited because you’ve always raved about how you wanted to be one of those Cali girls that sun-tanned at the beach everyday and went to an exclusive private school. You’ve always wanted to visit Beverly Hills.”
“Uh, mom FYI you can tan perfectly well at the beach here in Chicago and Cambridge Prep is already an exclusive private school for rich girls who have the potential to be successful. Yes, I do want to visit Beverly Hills not move there!”
“Which reminds me, we need to call the First Rate movers now to let them know that they should come on Thursday.”
“Steph, I need you to clean out your closet and figure out which clothes you want and which you don’t. Put the clothes you don’t want in a garbage bag and bring it down to the kitchen in an hour. I’ll have May ship it to the Free the Children clothing donation. The other day, I saw a silver Gucci scarf that you got a year ago and never seem to have worn yet.”
Whatttttttt?! It was like this move was changing her family members too. Since when had her mom been into charity? Well, she was right there was a Gucci scarf that she’d never worn yet. And come to think of it, there was also a pretty aqua Chanel blouse that was out of date too. As Stephanie started rummaging around in her closet she thought, Well it might take my mind off my friend’s sad looks when they left. To them, it seemed like the end of the world which was kind of true. They looked up to her. Sure, they were definitely pretty, had great senses of humour/taste in fashion, and they were the Pradas of their school. They stood out among the sea of Ardene totes. Violetta Tang had an exotic Asian beauty that was rare. She had the closest thing to amber eyes that Stephanie had ever seen, and exquisite straight black hair with wispy side-swept bangs. Her features were pretty and she had a perfect nose. Stacey Gibson had navy eyes and wavy dark brown hair with dirty blonde highlights. Her lips were heart-shaped and she had the best legs. Anna Rectler had auburn hair that was impeccably straight and pretty green eyes with long lashes and high cheekbones. After brooding over these thoughts for more than forty minutes, Stephanie was done her reject pile that was to be sent to charity. It had at least 20 pieces of outdated clothing that were cute-looking. The reject pile included two Louis Vuitton scarves, a cashmere Theory sweater, five pairs of True Religion/Seven jeans, a Burberry jacket and plaid rainboots, her never-worn Gucci scarf, her aqua Chanel blouse and a couple more things. Once she was done, she lugged her garbage bag down to the living room where her mom was watching the Tyra Banks show. “Mayyyyyyyyyyy!” Stephanie screamed. A second later, May came dashing into the living room. “The donation for Free the Children.” Then she kicked the bag to her. Then out of pure frustration, she stomped up the stairs with her Jimmy Choo heels scuffing the wood of the winding staircase. When she reached her room, Natalia’s voice came through the green-apple shaped intercom next to Stephanie’s gold Dell computer. “Stop scuffing the wood, the new owner is coming tomorrow to see the house again.” Stephanie sighed with frustration. Then she glanced around her room. Her room was well designed enough that the people at Pottery Barn should put up a poster of it in their store. It was all white with a touch of gold here and there. Oh and the green intercom. She had a white Louis Vuitton bedspread with matching pillows. Her bed was shaped like a circle and was a king size one. Marshmallow had a little doggie bed that was like a mini-version of her real-life one. On a painted-white mahogany table stood her gold Dell computer and her green-apple intercom. She had a 70 inch flat-screen TV with over 700 channels on it. Right next to her bed was a gold mini-fridge and on top of her room was a disco ball. Her closet doors were made of mirror and the inside was huge. It had spotlights on the ceiling that shined on the spring, summer, fall and winter sections of her closet. In the middle of the closet was a huge rotating circular shelf full of shoes. Right beside the first rotating shelf stood another circular rotating shelf that held tons of jewelry. On another shelf, it looked like a collage of purses, totes, wallets, clutches and bags were neatly arranged by designer name. And of course, the shoes, jewelry and clothes were all designer as well. Right outside the closet, she had a gold vanity filled with CoverGirl , Marc Jacobs, M.A.C. products and Sassy Sophistication lip gloss. Every day a new lip gloss and balm arrived at the Brookmill doorstep for Stephanie. It was an exclusive brand made by Sassy Sophie, as she was known by. And matching the gold vanity was a gold director’s chair. Her washroom was painted so that it looked like a day at the beach. The flooring looked like sand and there were painted beach umbrellas at certain intervals of the room. There were waves painted on the walls and real-looking shells and rocks so that it looked like the walls were immersed under water. She had a big white egg-shaped tub with nozzles set along the side and was being supported by four gold-painted paws. Her shower had glass doors and a big nozzle set at the top. Her toilet seat was painted gold and her sink had gold swan-shaped taps. There were yellow, light pink and white towels on racks right outside the shower. She was gonna miss her room so much. It was fit for a princess. Her mom had told her that she was gonna have a painter come over and paint everything back to it’s original color: a horrible beige. Like everything else in her life, her room was also gonna change, but not for the better. She prayed to god again that a miracle would happen before Thursday but unless her dad changed his mind, that was not gonna happen. The move was coming at her like a speeding train and there was no way she could stop it.
CH6
THE MALL, FOOD COURT
Sunday, July 3rd
1:14pm
Trying to spend as much time as possible with her BFFs, Stephanie had planned out a schedule for all of them:
Sunday July 3rd
*Shop till we drop at the mall
*Gossip session at Baskin Robbins
Monday July 4th
*Amusement park celebrating July 4th!! Fireworks at the end
* Bring plastic bags in case puke
Tuesday July 5th
*Spa- day at home with the girls inc. facials, skin-care, mani-pedis, massages, waxing (if needed), body-wraps and polishes, vichy, swiss shower and make-up applications
Wednesday, July 6th
*Day at the beach
*Screening party. Movie marathon!
*Sleepover at night
Thursday July 7th
*Family&Friends BBQ at Brookmill Estate
*Bring waterproof mascara. You’ll need it
*Hugs&Kisses! Goodbye VSA! x 100000
After reviewing her well-written schedule, Stephanie shared it with VSA. They were all excited about the five days of fabulousness that were ahead of them but couldn’t really bring their eyes to read the plan for Thursday. They knew that if their alpha had left them, they’d emotionally die. None of the 4 girls mentioned the move, which Stephanie took to be a good thing. They were just finishing up their A&W lunch and heading over to Baskin Robbins for their daily gossip session. Everyone ordered a different thing: Stephanie-a cappuccino blast, Violetta-a wild mango bold breeze smoothie, Stacey-a reese peanut butter cup sundae and Anna- a superfudge truffle ice cream cone. Stephanie paid for all their ice-cream as a little treat. The moment they all sat down, the gossip began.
“I have a piece of gossip that’s worth five-hundred G-points.” Violetta said.” I heard on Facebook that Hanna, Sabrina’s “friend” peed in her pajamas while she was watching a scary movie with her cousin. She didn’t even notice it until her sleeping bag was all wet.” Everyone laughed at this. “You totally earned your points.” said Stephanie. Violetta beamed with pride. She was now leading in G-points by 1000. Every week, the girl that had the most G-points was awarded a small treat from their alpha. Last week, it had been a deep purple bottle of Essie nail polish. This week it was gonna be a small Coach make-up bag, big enough to put your mascara, blush and lip-gloss in so that when you put them in your purse, they won’t get crushed by wallets and who knew what else. The reason why Stephanie didn’t bother giving out all these treats was because her mom’s best friend owned a department store that was full of designer brands of make-up. And she kept on giving them all these free stuff. They had tons of Essie nail polish and Coach make-up bags left. Her mom had wanted to throw them into the garbage, but Stephanie thought it might be a better idea to give them to her friends as G-point prizes. It was obvious that Violetta was gonna win for the fifth time in a row.
“I have a piece of gossip.” stated Stephanie.
“Worth”, asked Anna?
“Three hundred.”
“Well start spilling like an overturned bottle of pop.”
“Ok, so you know Gabby Grayhill from Cambridge?” They all nodded yes. “Well, she’s a bit (cough) major loser and lord knows how this happened, but she apparently got a date with Dan Birks.” When she said ‘Dan Birks’, she looked at Anna to see how she would take this news. As she had expected, Anna became quite still. Dan was her ex-boyfriend and there was a little part of her that still wasn’t over him yet even after being his ex for two months already. Then after a few seconds, she recovered and said “Whatevs, I’m over him times a 100.” But everyone knew she was lying. She was probably saying in her head how such a dorky girl got accepted on a date by Dan Birks? Gabby Grayhill was in the nerd group at school and was usually seen listening to her cheap mp3 alone at break or else reading a Harry Potter book. She was a member of the chess and knitting club. Her wardrobe was all Winners and her shoes looked like they had suffered significantly. She wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and probably couldn’t tell the difference between plaids and stripes. She had pink braces, her proportions and her face were actually ok-looking and she was the tallest girl at Cambridge. She towered at least a head over every other girl at Cambridge. How Dan could’ve fallen for her was an utter mystery. To make Anna feel better, Stephanie said “She’s so tall that she’s gonna have to stoop down like the Hunch-Back of No-Très-Dumb when she kisses Dan.” Everyone lol’ed. This made Anna feel better.
After shopping for three and a half hours, SVSA piled up in Stephanie’s white Lincoln-limo while Stephanie’s driver, Patrick, started driving each of them home. While in the back-seat of the spacious limo, SVSA laughed and talked about all the jokes, funny pieces of gossip, and stories they made of the people they hated. For the first time in what felt like a decade, Stephanie finally relaxed and let her brain avoid the thought of the move to Beverly Hills like it was smelly fish.
CH7
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, KITCHEN
Thursday, July 7th
9:02am
Finally, the day that Stephanie had been dreading arrived. The day started with a bang, literally. One of the clumsy First Rate Movers people had accidentally tripped over a box containing half of the Brookmill clothes while carrying a stack of delicate china plates that were usually reserved for tea. They had been a wedding gift to Natalia and Brent from one of Natalia’s good friends. The dozen or so plates had fallen from the clumsy hands of the First Rate Mover and clattered onto the hardwood floor, smashing into bits. It was so loud that it gave Marshmallow quite a startle and she refused to come out from under Stephanie’s bed until they gave her a doggie bacon treat.
Thus, Natalia’s anger began. She had screamed at the First Rate Mover for over ten minutes and which caused everyone in the household a headache. Natalia’s bad mood continued throughout breakfast, when she dumped maple syrup so hard on her pancakes that before she knew it, half the table was drenched in syrup. She raged silently to herself about how it had stained her new Lululemon sweats, than stomped upstairs to change. Her bad mood seemed as contagious as a yawn. Brent had finally taken a day off work to help pack, than realised that he had stepped on a small piece of glass from what was remained of the shattered plates. Apparently, May hadn`t cleaned the floor well enough. He swore as the cut on the bottom of his foot started leaking blood. For Sabrina, she was cross because she had to pack everything in her room by herself, having neglected it during the week. Shannon was getting moodier and moodier by the minute, because everyone kept yelling at her to stop playing her annoying Miley Cyrus CD. And Stephanie was just mad at the whole world because of the obvious reason. There was no escape now. She was doomed to restart her whole life again. Just thinking about all the time she had spent to make sure that she and her friends were on top and then having to restart it again, made her want to burst into tears. But no way was she going to cry in front of her whole family. And she couldn`t let VSA see her with red puffy eyes on her departing day. She had to look like she was still the ultimate alpha and that today was just another normal Thursday. But she knew that she was going to explode into a fountain when the time came to say her final goodbye. With reluctance, she changed out of her purple silk Victoria Secret PJs, took a 15 minute shower, and started to plan a TT outfit again. She had to look like she was going to a celebrity party, not a Family & Friends Goodbye BBQ. After half an hour of rummaging through her almost-packed closet, she found a perfect hot pink Chloé dress, paired it with black Jimmy Choo heels and a pair of Michael Kors shades. She then spritzed herself with Marc Jacobs Daisy, fluffed up her hair, applied on some mascara, eyeliner, Sassy Sophistication strawberry lip gloss and pinched her cheeks. Oh which reminded her, she had to change her SS lip gloss mailing address. She whipped out her Motorola Razr and sent a message to Sassy Sophie. Done, done and done. She was ready to face the worst.
Natalia had already ordered Dionne McMinster to plan this party a week ago. Dionne was one of the best party planners in the whole of America. She had planned parties for celebrities like Rihanna, Jennifer Aniston and Orlando Bloom. She could be seen in the backyard giving direction to a scrawny guy to move the food table to a different location. Stephanie really didn`t know why her mom was making such a huge deal out of this, since it was only a farewell party. I mean, her dad could grill perfect hamburgers and hot dogs, her mom could make some home-made sundaes and grilled corn and a tossed salad but nooooooo, they just had to have some major party planner do it. Her mom liked to overdo everything. While standing on the deck, Stephanie thought about all the good times she had had as a child in this house. It had been hers for 13 years and 17 days. Apart from her room, Stephanie loved the backyard. It was pretty big, contained a trampoline big enough to fit 10 people, a ten-feet deep circular swimming pool with heated warm water, a mini-golf course, a tennis court, a pitch of sand with volleyball nets, a huge deck, some oak and pine trees, large bushy sculptures shaped into animals, a marble fountain piece, and there was a mini-hill at the end of the yard where all the trees stood. It was Stephanie’s go-to place when she became stressed. She still remembered when she would just lie down on the hill and think about life in general, not even caring that her hair was touching dirty grass. Beyond the hill, there were wild-flowers and mushrooms everywhere. Stephanie had asked her dad to set up a hammock there. On one of the bigger trees stood a big tree-house that was painted canary-yellow. On the outside, there was a white painted wooden sign with the saying ‘SVSA ONLY’ in purple paint. In the tree-house, there was a small round table and 4 chairs. The table was big enough to fit four six year olds. When SVSA had first met at the age of six, they had formed their Clique. Almost every day after school, the four of them would come to the club-house and do everything they used to do: real tea parties with their Bratz and fashionably dressed Barbies, designing clothes for their Barbies, making clay sculptures to decorate the room with, cutting up images of things they loved from magazines and hanging it from the ceiling. Back then, they didn’t have Marshmallow but the Brookmills had a gray cat named Misty. Misty was the four girls club mascot and they used to decorate Misty with wreaths of wildflowers picked from the yard, sometimes even rubbing glitter on her tail. Misty hated it, but the girls all loved it. She laughed quietly to herself. She had still remembered the day when Misty started climbing the long ladder that led up to their clubhouse. Everyone had whipped out their cellphones and taken dozens of pictures. Violetta had even recorded a video and posted it on YouTube.
Between the ages of 11 and 12, Stephanie had ditched the idea of playing in the clubhouse. Instead, she and her friends went shopping, bought tickets to see plays/movies and came to the Brookmill’s home spa to have a relaxing day after cramming hard for mid terms and exams. There were tons of great memories preserved in the Brookmill house.
Suddenly, a door bell rang and in came Sabrina’s friends, Camilla, Bethany, Victoria and Aimee. Sabrina ran to gush-greet them with open arms. A few minutes later, Shannon’s BFFs, Tamara, Morgan, and Lizzie rang the doorbell. It was already 12:30 and VSA had promised to show up before 12:00. Finally the sound of Violetta’s laugh came through the open front window and Stephanie felt alive again. “Heyyyyyy girls!” Stephanie screamed with fake enthusiasm. “Omg, hey!” they screamed back, obviously trying to conceal their sadness with over-bright smiles. For some reason, Stacey had a bulging Marc Jacobs tote swinging over her shoulders and the moment Anna saw Stephanie raising an questioning eyebrow at Stacey, she said “Come on, let’s get some food. I’m starving.” It was obviously a tactic to lure Stephanie’s thoughts away from the tote, because Anna only ate a sundae in the whole afternoon. SVSA all gathered on the hammock after lunch, talking about all the great memories that the foursome shared together. At one point, Stephanie saw a tear escaping from Violetta’s heavily lidded brown eyes and forced herself to look away. If she saw her beta cry, she knew that she herself would start sobbing uncontrollably.
In what felt like 10 minutes, but really was two hours, Natalia’s voice came out through a microphone for everyone to check the house again in case the Brookmills had left any possessions behind. Stephanie ran up to her room alone, not to check if she had left anything behind, because she had already quadruple-checked, but to have one last look of her fabulous bedroom. Her eyes took in everything, from the gold decorations to her beloved disco-ball. She thought about all the times she had let out her happiness, her sadness, her anger, her despair and her stress in this room. After five minutes, Shannon called Stephanie down for the final goodbyes. Her friends were trying to (but not succeeding) to hold back their tears. They all ran to her with open arms and the four girls collided in a forceful hug, just like the hug they had had on the day of the pool party. VSA were all crying, and it was really hard for Stephanie not to cry. It was about as hard as staying on a bucking bronco with no hand support. But like the true alpha she was, Stephanie didn’t show one single tear. “Love you girls,” said Stephanie. “You’re all going to be fabulous in the future.” Stephanie knew that her girls had enough skill to survive without her. With their looks, personality, confidence and fabulousness, they’d be sure to make new friends. “Love you Stephanie.” They all said at slightly different times. Stacey was now actually sobbing. They did take direction well and had worn waterproof mascara. By the time the four girls pulled away, Stephanie’s eyes looked like mini-pools of water. Stacey then reached into her Marc Jacobs tote, and produced a magenta and gold scrapbook, an identical photo album, and a limited edition crocodile Prada clutch. ”We’re so sorry that we were late but the Prada clutch arrived at noon and we had to add some finishing touches to the scrapbook/photo album.” Stephanie gasp-sniffled. She knew how hard it must’ve been for her girls to do this for her, especially to get the limited Prada clutch. She pretended to wipe a loose strand of hair away, but really wiping her tears out of her eyes. Receiving it with wet tear-stained hands, Stephanie gushed “I love it.” Then she kissed each and every one of her girls on the cheek goodbye. She could hear her mom already honking the horn of their Mercedes-Benz. She had to hurry. “Love you bitches!” Their alpha blew air-kisses to her three betas, then rushed out the door, not daring to look back for fear she’d explode into waterworks. When she got in the backseat of the family’s red Mercedes-Benz, she erupted into sobs. As they were starting to reach the outskirts of Chicago, she stole one last glance through her tear-filled eyes at the glamorous life she was leaving behind for good.
CH8
BEVERLY HILLS, HENDERSON RD.
Friday July 8th
9:38pm
After spending a night at a hotel in who knew where, the Brookmills finally arrived at their new home.
Upon first glance of their new estate, Stephanie did feel a bit better knowing that her new home was going to be beside the beach and she was living in a neighbourhood where movie stars lived. She could spot Paris Hilton or somebody and they could become new BFFs…. Stephanie refused to finish that sentence because just thinking about those three letters made her want to tear up again. When they got through the wrought iron gates that separated their house from the rest of the world, Stephanie could see that her mom wasn’t lying. This estate was 10 times bigger than the old estate. It was white with a black roof and there were black shutters on the outside of all 26 windows. There was a huge fountain in their driveway and they had four garages. On the front lawn, there were large oak trees and bushes shaped into animals like the ones back in Chicago. This made Stephanie feel like she was still attached to their old house in some way. Once Brent had stopped their Mercedes-Benz, everyone got out and ran toward the magnificent glass doors.
“How many rooms does it have?”asked Shannon.
“About sixteen, dear” replied Natalia
“Omg , that means I can have a guest-room for when my new BFFs come!” she exclaimed.
New BFFs? Stephanie thought. How could Shannon be so convinced that she was gonna make new friends so soon? And how could she not even look sad upon mentioning the word BFF. It didn’t even seem like she missed Tamara, Morgan and Lizzie. Well then again, Shannon was an optimistic person. Stephanie was also, but she failed to see the bright side of this disastrous situation. How could their parents think that they could be easily fooled into thinking that the move was great just by buying some super expensive and gorgeous house? Sabrina had the same look of disgust on her face, like she had just drank stale milk. This was again one of the rare occasions when she and her sister had agreed.
“Dad hurry up! I want to get in already!” Shannon whined.
“Just looking for the keys”, mumbled Brent in return.
Shannon sighed out her impatience. After a couple more minutes of rummaging, Brent produced the key to Stephanie’s nightmare. When Brent unlocked the door, Shannon, Stephanie and Sabrina gasped accordingly. Shannon ran into the wide front hall with her dirty blond wavy hair leaving the scent of Herbal Essences shampoo behind. The walls were white, with paintings of fruit bowls and 20th century women dressed in puffed sleeved dresses, calmly sipping red wine. The frames of the paintings were all adorned in gold spray-painted leaves. On the right of the front entrance doors stood a huge spiral staircase made of marble. On the left of the front hall was the living room. It was naked right now but with some couches, a flat-screen, some flowers and a glass coffee-table, it’d look so chic. “What are you doing?” demanded Sabrina in her usual cold tone reserved especially for Stephanie. She was talking about Stephanie’s wide open tangerine-glossed mouth. “It’s called being impressed.” retorted Stephanie. She was about to say a rude remark on how Sabrina had to wax immediately because her legs were showing some hair but decided better of it. Immediately after she had said that she was impressed, she looked behind her to make sure that her parents hadn’t heard. She still wasn’t ready to give them the satisfaction that they wanted to see. Stephanie ran upstairs to claim the biggest room so she and Sabrina wouldn’t have to fight over it. All the rooms were fairly big with nothing in them. Stephanie decided to choose the far right room, which had a perfect view of the backyard. When she looked down into the garden, she saw a couple of small baby ducks in a pond on the edge of the backyard. There was a huge dirty-covered stretch of grass in the middle of the backyard where the previous owners had obviously put up a blow-up pool. This was so unlike her old home. It would definitely take a long time to get used to. To mark her territory, she spritzed the door with Marc Jacobs Daisy. Now everyone would know that that room was hers. “Stephanieeeeeeeeeee!” screeched her mom. “Whattttttt?” Stephanie screamed back. “Come down here, it’s almost ten and we still have to unpack our beds and PJs.” Stephanie had completely forgotten about that. She quickly ran downstairs to find the front hall’s charm gone, replaced by the un-charming smell of cardboard. When she entered the front hall, the sadness in Stephanie became stronger as she looked around and saw that nothing reminded her of home in Chicago. “What took you?” asked Sabrina. “None of your BeesWAX!” She enunciated the wax part because it was so not alpha to show hairy legs in public. It was a “friendly” hint that Stephanie had given to her sister, knowing that Sabrina was an alpha. She should be thanking me on bended knee, thought Stephanie. With brains like hers, it’ll take her days to notice. And after all, that could totally ruin her social status. Sabrina might be pretty and charming in a way, but she lacked majorly in self presentation, Stephanie thought while unpacking a box marked STEPHANIE CLOTHES. Immediately, the smell of Marc Jacobs Daisy emanated through the hall when the cardboard flaps of the box opened. Well at least something reminded her of what used to be.
CH9
THE BROOKMILL ESATE, 1282 HENDERSON RD.
Saturday, July 9th
10:20am
If someone had been looking down Henderson Road today at 10:20am in the morning, they would’ve thought that it was a peaceful and calm street with birds chirping on the trees and a slight breeze blowing through the air. But if that someone had looked through the window facing the backyard of number 1282, they would’ve thought otherwise.
Stephanie was lying in the fetal position on her king-sized bed, feeling that someone had buried her alive. The only other time she had felt like this was when her BF had dumped her a few months ago. But come on! She’d much rather lose her BF than her BFFs. If her BFFs left her, her BF couldn’t ever in a million years replace them. But if her BF dumped her, VSA could always make her feel 120 percent again by comforting and treating her. And that’s what they had done. Reluctantly, Stephanie let another tear fall from her eyes and add to the mini pools that were just beside her neck. She didn’t even care if there was water on her silk bed. Puh-lease! That was the furthest thing from her mind. She had wayyyyyyy more pressing matters than stained silk. The only time she’ll ever see VSA’s faces again is if she used a web-cam or if she visited them during school holidays. Her eyes were burning and she had refused to eat the 10:00pm dinner of ordered pizza. She’d probably have barfed it all out. Her parents just didn’t understand how much her friends needed her and she needed them. Leaving Chicago had been like leaving her heart behind. How could she survive without it? She felt dehydrated and famished (having had no lunch or dinner). She felt like somebody had crushed her alpha card into pieces with eight inch high Fergie pumps. She was no longer alpha of her Clique. That thought alone made her want to cry and cry until she had no more tears left in her. She had no friends to comfort her and she didn’t even have a go-to place anymore. The only someone she could let out her feelings to was Marshmallow, who was still asleep. Marshmallow was her only hope. She couldn’t tell Sabrina, she’d laugh in her face. Shannon wouldn’t make her feel any better with her talk of new BFFs and her parents weren’t an option either. She was going to erupt if she didn’t tell someone this very minute. She desperately scooped up Marshmallow and lifted her onto the bed. “Marsh, my world is collapsing. I feel so alone and friendless. I can’t see my friends anymore and there’s no one to confide in but you.” Her dog let out a bark, which Stephanie took to be a sign that she was listening to every word. “Nothing’s familiar here, Marsh. Shannon’s already talking about new BFFs. How can that be? I can’t even stand it when people utter those three letters. I still have to keep up my alpha status though but I don’t think I’ll be able to do that what with not being around VSA. They were my betas. And now I feel like I left my heart behind in Chicago. What’s Cambridge gonna do without me? I practically ran the school. It’s gonna socially fall apart Marsh. Mom and Dad are just being pure evil and so is Sabrina but then again she was just born that way. Lord knows how she became an alpha……..”
After talking to her dog for more than 20 minutes, Stephanie did feel a whole lot better. She didn’t feel like a volcano that was about to erupt insecurities anymore. She just desperately needed food and liquids. To quell the noise that her stomach was issuing, Stephanie ran down to the kitchen and looked around for her mom. She was usually up and around at 7:00am making coffee and toast but in her place stood a tall 40 something year old woman who was humming to herself while frying bacon. “Um who are you?” Stephanie asked not even caring that she sounded rude. She had to take her emotions out on someone that wasn’t her parents or they would’ve started grounding her. And that was so not an option. “Oh, hello, you must be Miss Stephanie. Hi my name is Cora and I’m your new house-keeper.” She extended her hand out to shake Stephanie’s. She reluctantly shook it and quickly let go. “Do you like it here in Beverly Hills?” she asked. “Yeah I love it.” Stephanie replied in faux-sweetness. “Well that’s great!” Cora replied. “Not” Stephanie coughed. “Pardon?” asked Cora. “Oh it’s nothing. Just a little cough.” Stephanie smiled sweetly. “That’s good, well what would you like for breakfast?”
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll take some chocolate-chip pancakes with hash browns and freshly squeezed orange juice.”
“Ready in ten.” replied Cora.
How had her mom failed to introduce her to their new house-keeper? God, her mom never waited until the last minute to introduce her to someone. What was happening? It was like stepping into a mirror where everything was reversed. While waiting for breakfast to be ready, Stephanie went out onto the deck to get a better view of the beach. Oh, how she’d love to be there right now, sun-tanning and just letting the gentle lapping waves wash off all her depression and insecurities. She looked around her and finally had to accept that she was in a completely different world away from Chicago. The only resemblance was the neighbourhood. It looked exactly like the one they had lived in in Chicago, with big hot tubs and tennis courts in the backyards and long circular driveways with marble fountains. Hopefully, she’d find some new BFFs worthy of being her beta. They had to at least be intelligent, pretty, humorous and loyal. She was bound to find some friends or acquaintances here, where every girl’s parents were famous directors or actors or big businessmen or designers.
“Breakfast, Miss Stephanie!” Cora practically sang. Looking at Cora’s over-bright happiness that was coming from her toothy smile, Stephanie wanted to knock her to the ground. She couldn’t stand when people were being overly cheerful when she was in deep depression. “Thanks,” Stephanie said rather grudgingly. “My pleasure, dear.” Replied Cora
While chewing on the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes Stephanie couldn’t help but think that Cora was an awesome cook. The chocolates just melted into her mouth like a Listerine breath strip. “Mmmmmm, thanks!” Stephanie said to a still-smiling Cora ten minutes later. “Huh?” replied the shocked maid. “Oh, you’re welcome.” For the first time in a couple days, Stephanie had finally said something honest and smiled without the faux-ness.
After breakfast, Stephanie planned to go to the beach. She tried IMing her friends but none of them were on. Then she texted them leaving a message that said “HELPPPPPPPPP!” She then went to inspect her new washroom. It wasn’t as good as the old one but it had to do. It had white sheepskin rugs that were laid on the floor at intervals. The shower looked like the old one except it wasn’t gold. The marble hot-tub was awesome and looked like real crystal. There was a large wood cabinet beside the shower that contained dozens of freshly washed towels and shower caps and sample shampoo like the ones you’d see in hotels. It was chic but Stephanie made a mental note to ask her mom if she could re-paint her washroom/bedroom.
“Mom, where are all my clothes?”
“In your bedroom.” Stephanie looked behind her and saw that several huge cardboard boxes were piled right beside her new walk-in closet. Stephanie walked toward the boxes and started the gruelling work of unpacking all her clothes and purses. After ten minutes of trying to rip at the thick packing tape with her perfectly mani’d nails, she gave it up as a bad job and defeat-sighed. Cora! She thought. How could she have been so stupid?? Why risk ruining her perfect nails when there was someone getting paid to do this tedious work? “Cora! C’mere!” Stephanie screamed. “Comingggggg!” Cora trilled in her annoying sing-songy voice. “I need you to help me unpack my clothes. Make sure not to get stains on the light-wash ones,” Stephanie said, glancing at Cora’s dirty fingers. “Oh, and don’t fold any of them ‘cause no one looks good in wrinkles. Kay thanks!”
“Uh miss Steph, are you sure these are all yours? Surely no one has this much clothes?” Cora said upon glancing at the 20 or so 4 feet high cardboard boxes.
“I’m positively sure these are all mine. If you’re not up for it I can certainly inform my mom on a lower pay check this month.”
“Oh nothing like that Miss Steph. I’d be willing to.” For once Cora’s voice didn’t sound so bright and rainbow-y.
“Then we’re good.” Stephanie smirked as she went to the washroom to brush her teeth. Having unpacked all her washroom necessities last night, she didn’t have to waste more time ruining her French manicured nails trying to hack at un-rippable tape. After taking a 20 minute shower, she emerged smelling like a mix of watermelon, passion fruit, tuberose, caramel apple and mandarins thanks to her Juicy Couture shampoo. Brushing her teeth with her Crest toothpaste made the chocolaty smell of breakfast’s pancakes go away. Unlike other people she didn’t need Crest Whitestrips. Her teeth were already well-kempt for. After applying on her coconut-scented body butter, cleanser, toner, scrub, foundation and perfecta eye cream, and her new delivery of raspberry sorbet Sassy Sophistication gloss, she felt better than ever. Nothing like a good shower and skin-care time like Natalia always said. That was something that Stephanie actually agreed with her mom on. The new and fresh Beverly Hills alpha was ready to show the world what she was really made out of. She was not someone who cried over lost BFFs and was starting to lose her alpha power because of one stupid move. Even though she was.
CH10
STEPHANIE’S NEW BEDROOM
Saturday, July 9th
11:52am
“There. Done, done and done.” Stephanie announced as she proudly emerged from the inside of her walk-in closet. She sounded as though she had just saved a baby from the hungry teeth of a starving tiger. But really she had picked out a selection of swimsuits for her 1st impression to recruit new betas. Being an alpha and admitting that she currently had no betas could seriously damage her status. And who wanted that happening to them? It didn’t even matter that she had just arrived in Beverly Hills less than 24 hours ago. A real alpha never gives excuses. Even at the most crucial times. And all Stephanie had left was her striking beauty and her alpha power. If she lost those, she’d have to spend the rest of her life hanging out with girls like Gabby Grayhill. Not an option at all. She’d sooner get a mushroom cut then let that happen. She laid down the 15 options of bikinis on her bed and pondered as to which one she should debut. It was a hard decision since they were all ah-mazing. Finally, she settled on the final two options: a white BCBG ruffle trim bikini or an all-black bikini with a gold belt attached around the bottoms. Stephanie finally came up with the solution to do a coin-toss. “Heads, go with BCBG. Tails go with black.” Stephanie said to herself. She flicked a random penny with her thumb, it went half a meter in the air and a second later, it landed on her Louis bedspread with an almost inaudible thud. Heads. “Ok, then BCBG it is.” She said as she started to change out of her Juicy Couture sleepwear. Everyone had always said that she looked good in either black or white. I know it reminds some people of a jailhouse but to me they’re flattering colors, Stephanie thought. She was about to ask VSA to rate her choice of swimwear but then remembered that they were miles away, unable to hear her. Trying not to cry at this thought, Stephanie spritzed a cloud of MJ Daisy and walked through it. At least it was familiar.
“Mom, I’m going to the beach!” Stephanie screamed.
“Fine but be back before dinner.” Natalia replied.
“Fine, whatevs” Stephanie murmured to herself. She still wasn’t in the mood to forgive her mom yet. She had made Stephanie restart her whole life again. And for what? Moving to a nicer house? Puh-lease! Grabbing her white towel, her ipod touch, a recent issue of Seventeen Magazine, sunscreen, a pair of white and gold BCBG flip-flops, a beach umbrella,some spare cash and some Versace sunglasses and putting all of them in her yellow beach tote, Stephanie walked through her backyard, opened the white fence, and emerged into a world of sunshine, laughter, happiness and relaxation. None of which she recently had. This was gonna be as easy as applying on lip gloss, Stephanie thought, already loving that half the hotties were staring at her like she was Angelina Jolie randomly appearing at the beach. One even made a “call me” gesture. She smile-winked back. Finally, a boost of confidence had surged through her body like a much-needed dash of water on a very hot day. She laid down her tote right in the heart of the beach. It was a 35 degrees celsius day and super warm. Perfect time for a tan. Stephanie thought. Forget the tanning. She had to find the perfect betas. They had to be ten times better than her old besties. She put on her sunglasses and grabbed her Seventeen magazine. Pretending to read a how-to do up your hair page, Stephanie looked around her behind her sunglasses so people wouldn’t think she was a creepy stalker. By the looks of it, there were tons of pretty girls (mostly blondes) that were dressed in colourful bikinis and lying on towels sun-tanning. There was only one problem. It wasn’t that Stephanie thought that the pretty blondes needed more of an edge, even though they did. It was that every group of girls she laid her eyes upon, that group already had an alpha. This is harder than it looks, Stephanie thought. All of a sudden, one of the PBs looked her way. “Love your bikini,” she called. “Thanks!” Stephanie replied, being honest. There hadn’t been many people complimenting her on her trendy style lately, except her dad, and he didn’t count. The PB’s alpha glared at her, silently reprimanding her not to speak her admiration. She turned her head back into her group’s conversation. Well at least I still have one of the hotties staring at me, she thought. He had dirty blond wavy hair with piercing blue eyes. Adorable. And by the looks of it, he was single. Score! She could ‘accidentally’ trip and fall into his tanned legs. Then again……. Wait a sec. Stephanie finally spotted a girl about her age trying to build a sand castle by herself. She wasn’t facing towards Stephanie but from the looks of it, she had dark brown scraggly hair tied up into two ultra-high ponytails, one on each side of her face. She was wearing a dark purple one piece bathing suit, probably garage sale bought. And she had a zitless back. Stephanie couldn’t get a good look at her face but with a little bit of time, Stephanie could make her look at least nine-worthy. That’s what alphas do. Done, done and done. She got up to introduce herself to Ultra-High Ponytails. She applied on a fresh coat of Sassy Sophistication Raspberry Sorbet lip gloss and walked elegantly toward Ultra-High Ponytails, who was about six meters away. Everyone was staring. Even the PBs. And like a true alpha, she made the attention stay on her. It was like the sun was dutifully shining on her, creating a magnificent bright glow around her body. Three more meters. Quick Stephanie, think of an alpha-worthy approach. She had to make this girl believe that she was her alpha. Even if she didn’t need one. She had to. Her entire social life depended on it. She could say something like “Heyyyyyyyy girl, ‘sup? I have such juicy gossip. You have to hear this, asap.” There that was a good enough intro. Assuming that the girl wasn’t completely stupid and did know how to ‘play along’. Please god, please! She prayed. This scene had to go perfectly. The girl had to act like a total bestie who hadn’t seen her alpha in a long time. One meter. The girl still wasn’t turning around and Stephanie could still feel the familiar heat of all eyes on her. That feeling alone charged her with the confidence that she could pursue this and make it work. Five inches. Four. Three.n Stephanie triggered on her play-along-or-I’ll-make-your-life-miserable look. Two. One. “Heyyyyyyyy girl ‘sup? I have such juicy gossip. You have to hear this asap.” The girl turned around. Finally. Oh. Ma. Guh. Od. The girl looked like a total before picture in the show Look a Like. Stephanie had imagined her to have alarming bright green eyes with naturally thick and long lashes. Rosy cheeks, plump lips and a beauty mark to the right of her nose should’ve completed the look. But instead, she was staring at a girl with dull mud-colored eyes, very few lashes, a small bump on her nose, biggish ears and lips that looked as thin as ribbon. Total disaster. Well, that teaches you to not get your hopes up high, Stephanie. Better expect low and be surprised at the end then get your hopes up, and be disappointed. How could she have made such a huge mistake? This could downgrade her to a loser for life. No wonder no one hung out with this girl. She was unattractive in__
“Ahmahgad, you do? Finally, no one has told me any juicy gossip in soooooo long, I almost thought people forgot about me. Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell meeeeeee!” Ultra High Ponytails practically screamed. Well, at least she understood her play-along-or-I’ll-make-your-life-miserable look Stephanie thought, UHP’s semi-scream slapping her back to reality. She wasn’t completely stupid. She must be insanely lonely, Stephanie thought. Poor girl. “ Tell ya later. Oh and by the way, I’m Stephanie. Stephanie Brookmill.”
“I’m Mira. Mira Shelly.” Mira replied, her smile so big that it looked like it was attached to the bottoms of her ears. Which basically confirmed that she had zero friends. “So what’s up?” Stephanie asked. “Not much. I’m so bored these days. My friend’s away this summer. She went to Washington to stay with relatives and well, there are a few girls on my block who go to L.A. Prep but they’re all serious female dogs. And by female dogs, I mean if you turned up to school with a zit, they’ll take a picture of you with their super expensive cell phones and put it in the school’s yearbook.” Stephanie tried not to laugh at the last part because that’s exactly what VSA and herself would’ve done. Stephanie desperately didn’t want anyone to see her hanging out with this loser. But then again, she was extremely friendless at the moment and she wasn’t in the state to be ditching the only person that was talking to her. Stephanie decided to put Mira to the test by taking her shopping. She wanted to know which designer Mira liked to wear, and what she knew about the fashion world. If she had great style, Stephanie could take her on, give her an extreme makeover and train her on how to be the perfect beta. Done, done and done. “Kay, here’s the deal. Do you want to go shopping today at Melrose Avenue with me?” Stephanie asked.
“Do I look like stupid?” Mira responded. Stephanie tried not to laugh at this part. “Of course I’d love to come. No one’s asked me out shopping in so long.”
“So, when can you pick me up?” Mira asked.
“What? I was gonna meet you there wasn’t I?” Stephanie responded. Suddenly everybody just stopped looking her way as though Stephanie were hanging out with a three-legged rabid dog. She had to get her audience back. But how? “Ok, Mira play along or I’ll smear ketchup on all your clothes”, Stephanie said. “Ohmaguh-od that is too funny Mira. Just hilarious.” Everyone on the beach turned to sear their gazes at Stephanie’s bikini-clad back. Perfect. She had her audience back. “So anyways, about that gossip; you remember Chad? At the high school party?” Stephanie wink-inquired.
“Um no what high school party are you talking about?? I’m so confused.” Responded Mira with an utterly blank expression on her oily face.
At that moment Stephanie could just hear her world crashing and falling apart, like it was a snow globe and someone had whipped it at a hard brick wall. First the move, then losing her BFFs, dealing with the Russia-size pressure of finding new betas, having her alpha card slowly crack like it was hardened clay in desperate need of a trickle of water. What next? Having Marshmallow kidnapped? Calling VSA and having them tell her they’d forgotten about her? Trade her wardrobe for an all Sears one? And what__
“Yo blonde babe, nice girlfriend you have there”, some guy from the distance called. At that moment, Stephanie wanted to just burst into tears, not caring if the pretty blondes, their alphas, the hawtties and even Mira thought that she was a cry baby beta. She quickly thanked god that her sunglasses were covering her eyes so her tears wouldn’t leak down her face like mini river tracks. “Mira, meet me at my house tomorrow at eleven a.m.,” Stephanie said, as she pointed to her estate beyond the white fence.
“That’s your house?” Mira cried, as if she had never seen a house that big before.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well, it’s just so…………….big!” Mira said in a sad monotone, probably feeling jealous. Stephanie was glad that Mira envied her in some small way but she had to flee like a deer being chased by a cheetah before her tears over-spilled from her eyes. Stay strong, Stephanie. You’re still the ultimate alpha, she kept on repeating to herself as she said farewell to Mira. Walking back to the backyard entrance of her house, she could spot from the corner of her teary eyes that the cute guy with piercing ocean-like eyes was still subtly staring at her, as if he wanted to ask her out. She smiled her million dollar toothy white smile and wiggled her fingers goodbye. He responded with an adorable salute, then turned back to his surf buddies, probably to ask their opinion of her.
Once Stephanie entered her estate’s grand living room, the peach and apricot smell of her sister’s familiar perfume claimed her nostrils, which meant that she was in close range to Sabrina. She hurried up the spiralling mahogany stairs so as to avoid another snappy comment coming from Sabrina’s Lancôme’s juicy tubes berry coated lips. Mixing with the smell of peaches, apricots and berries was the scent of Sabrina’s grapefruit shaving cream. That could only mean one thing…… Hurrying back down the stairs, she sneakily snuck a peak at Sabrina making herself a sundae. There wasn’t a trace of hair on her shiny legs anymore. So Sabrina wasn’t utterly clueless and did understand how to ‘take a hint’, Stephanie thought. Well at least there was one small improvement coming from this disastrous day.
CH11
STEPHANIE’S NEW BEDROOM
Sunday, July 10th
10:49am
“Are you serious?!” Stephanie cried as she whipped her cell phone onto the silver and gold beanbags surrounding her flat-screen. It blended perfectly. She had been frantically checking her messages and every time she did, the inbox always read “0 messages”. It felt more painful than someone trying to shove a stiletto down your throat. The Motorola Razr landed with a soft thud-hiss that could be heard even with the thundering roar of water coming out of the nozzles from Sabrina’s shower in the room next door. Stephanie was prompt and alert when it came to even the slightest sounds these days. For the past 24 hours and a half, she had been waiting for the familiar ding that would signify that VSA had texted or IMed her. But the only sound she’d heard lately was the sigh of depression, the trickle of her tears, and the churning of her under-nourished stomach because she was officially on a diet of salty tears, water and the sucking in of air. The last time she had eaten anything decent was Cora’s well-prepared chocolate pancakes and that had been 24 hours ago, unless you counted eating a bowl of Cheerios with milk for a midnight snack. If she continued like this, she’d be skinnier than a piece of pepperoni in a couple of days. But she didn’t care. How could she, when her world was spinning out of control and about to crash? She wouldn’t be surprised if a meteor was speeding along and about to ram into her world and destroy it. Glancing into her vanity mirror to see if her eye’s redness was starting to fade, she saw a note scribbled hastily onto a piece of orange construction paper taped to the center of the mirror. It said: “M & S shopping spree at 11am 2morrow.” Shoot. She had written it down the night before but she had completely forgotten about it. Ripping up the construction paper, she balled it up and threw it in her black and white checkered trash can. It stood out between the piled up wet tissues filled with her recent crying session of tears. Taking a peek at her new gold and silver polka-dotted digital clock, it read 10:51 AM. “Are you serious?!” Stephanie screamed for the 2nd time in two minutes. She wanted to chuck the clock/radio into her trash can but she was in a race against time. She never forgot about a shopping spree, at least when she was still BFFs with VSA. With Mira, it was a completely different thing, Stephanie thought as she quickly brushed her teeth, put on her face/body cream, curled her eyelashes, applied on some mascara, smoky gray eye shadow and eyeliner so it would distract passer-bys from her red vampire-like eyes. Doing her daily usual routine of brushing her thick blond curls, glossing her lips (new triple berry SS) and of course, spritzing herself with MJ Daisy. 10:55. Personal record! , Stephanie thought marvelling at the fact that she had done all that in just 4 minutes. Choosing the perfect outfit was always time-consuming. She wanted the rich and fabulous people of Hollywood to think of her as a stunning alpha, not an insignificant beta. Riffling through her neatly arranged ‘summer’ section of her closet, she pulled out a black, hot pink and white plaid Betsey Johnson mini-dress and picking out her black toe pumps that her mom had gotten for her at a cute boutique in Brazil, she quickly re-checked her hair to see if it had messed up or not. Nope, it was the same beautiful blond curly hair that it had been just 1 minute ago. 10:58. Re-glossing another time, she playfully messed up her hair to give it that chic effortless look that people always complimented her on. Choosing to bring her Betsey Johnson black diamond patterned purse and stuffing it with triple berry Sassy Sophistication gloss, mascara, her heart-shaped coral coloured Marc Jacobs compact, her Gucci wallet, her ipod touch, her Motorla Razr (retrieved from the beanbags) and a copy of InStyle magazine with Drew Barrymore on the cover.
Diiiiiiiiiiiing-Dooooooooooooooooooong.
She had been waiting for that ding sound since the second she had left Chicago but it had never come, until now. And it wasn’t for the right reason either.
CH12
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, CROUCHING BEHIND THE BANISTER
Sunday July 10th
11:03 am
Crouching behind her swirling staircase’s banister, straining to hear every syllable of Mira’s mom’s and Natalia’s conversation was not the best position to be in, thought Stephanie, but compared to everything that had happened during the past couple of days, this was nothing. Mira and her mom, whose name apparently was Shona, were happily chatting away with Natalia, as though they had been best friends for years.
“I’m glad that Stephanie has started bonding with my Mira,” Shona babbled. “Her best friend Tara is gone for the whole summer, and Mira’s been real lonely, what with her sister being gone to do college.”
“Oh, Stephanie’s new to Beverly Hills, so I’m sure Mira would be a great first friend. Speaking of Stephanie, where is that girl?” Natalia asked randomly out of the blue.
“Oh hey Mira!!” Stephanie squealed, before her mom would start embarrassingly calling her name and having it echo around the house.
“Hiya chica!” Mira responded. Oh-muh-guh-od. This was how she greeted someone? Total turn-off. Stephanie gave her the familiar once-over, spotting a green spaghetti strap shirt that read ‘I re-cycle my shopping bag . . . . and my boys’ in swirly black and pink print. A gray denim skirt that reached her mid-thigh and blue flip-flops with sequins sewn onto the sides completed the fashion faux-pas. Come on! They were hitting Melrose of all places! This is the place to be spotted. Famous movie stars shopped there. You just couldn’t wear a frayed looking top with a cheesy cheddar popcorn like saying on it, a ripped denim skirt and hand me down beach foot-wear. Ughhhhh. What’s with LOLs (Losers of Life) and bad style? It’s like it’s natural for them or something. Like how you can’t get blush without the brush, or how you can’t get McDonalds fries without the grease. It just has to come together.
“So, I hear that my Mira will be going shopping with your Stephanie. Where to, might I ask?” Shona said.
“At Melrose,” Stephanie replied back with a trace of sadness, because she’d always wanted to go shopping with VSA at Melrose, but that was then, this is now . . . . .
“My mom gave me 30 bucks and I have another extra 20 stored away in my purse.” Mira happily told everyone while pulling a crisp 20 dollar bill out of her dark-blue denim half-moon shaped ‘purse’, as if 50 bucks was something to celebrate. Puh-lease! Fifty dollars couldn’t even buy you a decent hair-clip at Melrose. The poor girl obviously hadn’t ever been there before.
“Kay, but we take my limo,” Stephanie insisted. Presentation was ev-uh-rything.
“Actually, Stephanie, I thought maybe I could drive you and Mira there in our car,” Shona said. Glancing out of the window right beside the door, Stephanie spotted a silver Toyota Camry that was in desperate need of a carwash. Her eyes widened in horror. Definite no-no. “Um, Mira did I mention that our limo has a mini-fridge stocked with goodies, a 25-inch flat-screen, vibrating seats and it’s very spacious too.” At the mention of all the luxuries, Mira’s eyes widened so that they looked about as round as bottle-caps.
“Oh, mommy mommy, pleeeeeeeease let me ride in their limo!! Please!” Mira pleaded, while failing miserably with her puppy-dog expression. It looked like she was about to barf, while covering it with a pout and widening her eyes.
“Ok, fine but behave and be respectful. That’s the most important thing.” Shona told Mira rather sternly.
“Yip, yip, Yippeee!!” Mira semi-screamed while throwing her arms into the air.
“Fine, since that’s settled, Stephanie I’d like you to meet our new chauffeur, Mason. Just call him once you’re done at Melrose and he’ll do his best to arrive ASAP,” Natalia explained in a hurry, as if she were somehow late to an important meeting.
“Well, bye mom!” Mira squealed, the news about the limo luxuries still having her all pumped up. Wow, Stephanie thought, how can this Mira girl afford to live in Beverly Hills and attend L. A. Prep? She must be either on a scholarship, or her mom is secretly a major Hollywood star and just wanted to live a normal life.
“Ahmahgad!! I love your limo!” Mira screamed with humongous envy leaking from her voice. Staring at the Brookmill family’s white Lincoln limo stretch, it seemed like she had just walked into her own surprise birthday party. Judging by her status, she probably didn’t have that many friends to throw her one.
“I feel like a princess right now!” Mira giggled. Stephanie tried picturing Mira as Hollywood royalty but it just didn’t mix, like plaids and polka dots or corn syrup and water. The girl was probably more clueless than Sabrina when it came to self-presentation. At least Sabrina knew that she had to wear decent clothing when going to Melrose.
Tuning to Chum FM on the radio, Mira sang along with Miley Cyrus during the song Party in the USA. It was even worse than having to sit beside a cow and smell it fart every 5 seconds. Ok, well possibly not as worse as that, but it was still hard to endure without a snappy comment coming from Stephanie’s well-glossed lips.
Finally, after about a 20 minute drive, the Lincoln stretch finally pulled into Melrose. “Wait, Stephanie, what time is it?” Mira asked. “Cause I have to be home by 2:00 pm sharp or else my mom will kill me.”
Time for you to get a watch. Time for you to finally start acting like a worthy beta. Time for you to get a fashion sense of style. Time for you to shop and get new clothes that aren’t cheap and tacky. Oh, and one last thing. . . . . show-time.
CH13
MELROSE AVE., L.A.
Sunday July 10th
11:41 am
“Ah. Mah.Guh.Awd.” Mira said, sounding like a foreign exchange student trying to learn English. This is gonna be a long spree, Stephanie thought. Upon getting out of the limo, Mira had done nothing except gasp, point, widen her eyes, raise her eyebrows, and flail her arms like some poor girl trying to hail a cab in a storm. Oh and say the same four annoying syllables. Ah. Mah. Guh. Awd. The girl needed a dictionary more than she needed a sense of style. To break the building silence of tension between them, Stephanie randomly asked “So, um, what store do you wanna go to first?”
“Is there an Old Navy here? Or a Claire’s?” Mira asked.
Stephanie quickly glanced around at the vicinity to see if anyone had heard Mira asking that. But no one even bothered to look in their direction. There was a married couple eating poutine, a mom struggling to calm her baby girl in a carriage and a couple of 10 year olds giddily laughing while listening to their ipod nanos. That would be ever so embarrassing if someone had heard her.
Instead, she quickly headed into Fred Segal to buy a nice pair of sunglasses that she saw on display. Mira might as well be useful coming on this spree, Stephanie thought. She could use Mira to tell her a little about L.A. Prep and its social standing, students, and standards. It probably wasn’t as good as Cambridge Prep, the best school that you could ever attend. Before attending Cambridge, Stephanie had just been another one of those rich pretty blond mainstreamers with a knack for fashion. But applying to Cambridge had transformed her into a completely different person. There, she learned that being a follower immediately meant bottom of the social ladder. There, the competition was as high as the CN Tower. If you got a C on a unit test, it’d spread like wildfire. Eventually, even though you may be a beautiful popular girl, people would start avoiding you just because of that one little letter of a C. At Cambridge, getting As on tests meant Alpha. Bs stood for Beta. Cs stood for Common People and Ds. . . . . . well, if you got a D, that would mean a couple of detentions. And detention would mean de-grading your social status. It seemed harsh, but that was the expectations. Stand out or walk out.
“So, tell me a little about life at L.A. Prep” said Stephanie.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Let me sum it up in one word: popularity.” Mira said huffily. “If you ain’t popular in anything, you might as well drop out or life at L.A. Prep will seem like a living hell. Trust me I’ve had way too much experience on this. Before becoming a star ballet dancer and head of the art club and having my artwork displayed in every room, I was a nobody. I had to completely change my life from a book worm and studious girl to an artistical dancer. It wasn’t easy. Firstly, I applied to A Twirl of Paradise dance studio and then I had to spend all my savings to go to professionally taught art workshops. And then after that__”
“Kay Mira you sound like a troubled desperate person ranting about your life on Oprah. I don’t need to hear every detail of your semi social uprising. Just tell me about L.A. Prep” Stephanie urgently let out, not caring that she sounded opposite of alpha.
“Well, you have really strict teachers that give out tons of assignments every day. But no one really bothers finishing their homework on time. They don’t even listen during class. Instead, they record everything the teachers say and text each other instead. And there’s at least 2 major parties that you have to attend every month. It’s kinda unfair to us ‘common people’ because we never get invited and then the whole school has a new batch of inside jokes that we CP won’t even get. There’s people who were super popular at their old school, but once they come to L.A. Prep, they socially fall apart because they don’t know what to expect.”
And then, at that very second, it hit Stephanie like a speeding Bentley. What if she had a major social downfall and no one liked her except Mira? What if she became one of those ‘common people’ and had to hang out with girls who loved to knit and read thick novels? Then what? She’d have to transfer continents! Without buying the sunglasses, she quickly sprinted out of the store and dragged Mira right along with her. This was no time t
December 16th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
to shop!! She had to have Mira tell her everything about L.A. Prep and what to do if you were a new girl there. Stephanie thought she’d never see the day when she’d turn down a shopping spree, but (it took pain to admit it) with a new move, comes new adjustments, new friends, and most importantly . . . . . a new social standing.
December 16th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
aww man i have 2 leave a message…
anyways i have 2 go guys BBL!!!
check out my blog
http://www.bellaluvsyella.blogspot.com
c ya!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
Lillie- i havnt had time to read ur story but i saw that u used my name (spelled differently) but that is sooooooooooooooooooooooooo cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! p.s. did u read my story? its ok if u didnt , i was just wondering
December 16th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
hey!
i’m awn.
Meara keep writeing ur story
Mary your stories awesome
December 16th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Good luck complaning Bella M.
December 16th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
if you want me to post more of my story, i will but nawt now cuz i have to do my christmas shopping
ehmagawsh does anyone know what to get a younger brother who’s obsessed with video games that’s under 10$?? i need to save up but i still need to get all this shopping done!! ehmagawsh
Luv U Long Time
December 16th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
has any1 read alphas yet? its good
December 16th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
Meara no i havent but i will l8r see my above comment as to why ^^^^^^
December 16th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
meara ur storie is good
December 16th, 2009 at 3:17 pm
Lillie- duz he like music to?
December 16th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
Lillie- cuz if he likes music u could get him headphones, hes happy and u dont have to listen
December 16th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
Lisi,
Hope you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!!!!!
~Christina~
December 16th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Hi Meara and Lillie
December 16th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Meara- OMG that is sooo not fair!! Your story was awesome, although it was a little confusing,but i got your point. You might not care but this is what i wrote to lisi becaz my comments wouldnt post unitl 2day….
Lisi i am a fan i and have read all the blogs, i heart the updates to the website, totally fab! i love that little thing of you that shows the BLAH-G every webnesday thingy, it is soo cute! Also i don’t no why it won’t post my comments could you plez let me on, i promise i am nice, i wont upset u. I am the exact opposite of mean. Infact to proove that my friends call my mother theresa because i tell them not to swear. My life isnt all that great now. My friends (well at least 3 of them) all they eat for lunch is like a mini bottle of water, a bag of chips or a little debbie snack, and a twix bar. I dont understand them. They all care about what they wear and you aren’t “in” if you don’t wear clothes from hollister ofr pink by victoia secrets. Me and my other friend, lets call her Emily (ah-bviously this is not her real name), talk about this sometimes. My friend emily used to sit with me at lunch but the girls that have chip and water bottles for lunch used to judge what your school lunch was. Lets say you purchased a hamburger for lunch, they would be all like, ewww your going to eat thta baby? They would call it other names to but i wont mention them because they are some what inappropriate. She moved to a different lunch table where they let you eat your lunch. The thing is i cant sit with emily everyday because she has a strange alternating schedual because she is in band. The days she doesnt eat luch with me i eat with my friend Leah (again name has been changed). I just find a judgement zone at my usual table so i addjusted to different tables. Also what would you do if a 6th grader, im in 7th said to you on the bus when you take out your iPod and start listening to music says, You listen to music? I hope somehow i can get some kind of help and response (i am not begging for a shout-out or any thing) but i would like some kind of help, (although it would be cool to get a shout out)!
lol jk -Cari ps i heart ur books! totally fab!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
Lillie- For what game system? Does he lik sports? Cuz at the gamestop by me they have really cheep ($6-2) outdated sports games for the game cube.
December 16th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Meara- I read alphas lik a month ago, I HEART IT !!!! <3
December 16th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
Hey Lisi,
Just wanted to say thanks for writing these books! My friends and I love them and contiunously quote them at school. Sorry if this is a bothersome question, but how many books do you think there will be in the clique series! Thanks again ( :=3
December 16th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
hi Cari
December 16th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
course we forgive u, wanna share whats on the to do list??
December 16th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
Cari- i understand, almost all of my stories r confusng, and ur friends eating habits r there own do u hav any ither friends u hang with? if so maybe u could sit with them until things cool down a bit, that would also solv ur frineds band problem, if they ask jst xplain to them that u dont want to gt in the middl of their fight. and yeah, alphas ROCKED!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Cari- sorry if i dont help but i like to try to fix things so, i hope that helped!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:43 pm
I was bored so i made this quiz
1 fav color?
2. fav animal?
3. fav food?
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal?
5. country?
6. fav candy?
7. fav cereal?
7. least fav. sport
8. fav sport
9. fav juice
10. if u could change ur name to anything, what would it be?
December 16th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
heres mine
1. purple
2. bat
3. mashed potatoes
4. vegetarian
5. usa
6. chocolate (duh)
7. baseball
8. dance
9. peach tea
10. Emilyne
December 16th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
hey peeps, iv g2g, but il be bak on l8tr, c ya!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Hey Guys!!!!!
Go on
http://www.identifyerin.worddpress.com
it is the best blogggg ever!!!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
bye meara
December 16th, 2009 at 3:53 pm
I’m not trying to be rude at all, because I’m a writer too, but will y’all please stop posting your stories on here? I’m sure they’re great, but they take up way too much room. Plus, they have nothing to do with the post.
December 16th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
OMGNSS I GET TO TAKE (MAYBE) CARE OF A DOG OVER CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH im soooooo excited cuz 1) im getting paid 25 bucks a day so i get 75 bucks 2) i seriously need spending money for my trip to do dc in january (does anyone one want a ducktape wallet or clean bathrooms haha just kidding) and 3) my doggy just died so im happy that i get to see anothe aaaaannnd my computer just zoomed in a lot so now the zoom i 155% its like watching a movie when i look at the blah-g advertisement.
December 16th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
HEY LISILISILISILISILISILISILISILISI!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
of course we are not mad at you! ev’rbuddy wants a break on CHRISTMAS! i have a huge to do list too.i have to get gifts for all my bffs. btw the blah-g advertisement rox!
Happy holidayzzz!
LOVE, taylor
December 16th, 2009 at 4:06 pm
omg that was the worst blah-g evr, but i understand lisi
December 16th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
omg January 6 is my birthday!!
December 16th, 2009 at 4:14 pm
k so ill make it fast pleese visit my site it is http://moremoremorebooks.blogspot.com/
thanks
December 16th, 2009 at 4:14 pm
awww! no bla-g:(
December 16th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
lisi,
that was a pretty terrible bah-g but i think we all have pretty big to-do lists so we just can’t blame you! off to wrap presents.
-lisiluva101
December 16th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
yeah its ok lisi
we know you love us
enjoy your holiday
♥
December 16th, 2009 at 4:34 pm
Hey is anyone on?
December 16th, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Christina- hi
Meara- yeah i only eat with them tuesdays and thursdays and alternating fridays. my other friends are in band and they have a really weird scheduale.
Here is mine…
I was bored so i made this quiz
1 fav color? lime green
2. fav animal? k i no this is weird but i dont lik animals, but fish i guess if i have 2 pick one.
3. fav food? ice cream. def.
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? normal.
5. country? Fav= china (my bff (the one in band) is chinese!) one i live in-usa
6. fav candy? 3 musketeers
7. fav cereal? basic 4
7. least fav. sport baseball/basketball/cross country
8. fav sport volleyball/floor hockey
9. fav juice sunny d/cherry limeade
10. if u could change ur name to anything, what would it be? KaSandra Louise
Rachel- that is what this blog is for, plus only some of us write chapter books, not me.
Brie- good luck, you should raise the price 2 30 per day, I make duct tape wallets 2. Have u tried bbsiting (oops dumb question)
December 16th, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Heyyy! Lisi its OK! i can wait
i know u r busy anyway with TBAMFS. I cant wait 4 it!!!!!!!!!!!!1
December 16th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
December 16th, 2009 at 5:18 pm
GAH! thats like the billionth worst blahg ever! AGH!
but nvm,,,,,
LISI!
this seriously isn’t a joke. when i was sleeping one night i had a dream that you had just come out with a new book!
and i was going to a book signing and for some reason we saw this old guy trying to teach us how to dance….
but that’s not the point.
the book (yeah, i stilll remember it) was called “Socialite: The Clique After Dark” and was black with a cresant moon on it!!! I SWEAR!!! it was crazy! when i woke up im thinking “that was actually a good title!!!” SO COOL! i didn’t know if you would like it or not, but i did, and i just wanted to share that with you.
Your Little Socialite,
(( [<- my kinda sorta moon] Kathryn
December 16th, 2009 at 5:19 pm
1 fav color? purple
2. fav animal? owwlss !
3. fav food? toast.. weird I know.
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal vegetarian
5. country? CANADA <3
6. fav candy? Swedish Berriess and Mike and Ikes
7. fav cereal? hm, Nesquik.
7. least fav. sport aah.. I like them all! tennis I guess.
8. fav sport RUGBY ! <3
9. fav juice O.J
10. if u could change ur name to anything, what would it be.. I actually don’t know.
Meara’s quiz! ^^
Good luck Lisi.. I hate those to do lists
December 16th, 2009 at 5:24 pm
December 16th, 2009 at 5:27 pm
Where is everyone? Its lik 7:25??? I guess u guys live in dif time zones i am a west coast (OH-IO) girl!
December 16th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
ugh lisi!!!!! :’(
watevs ill deal…… anyone on?
December 16th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
happy blah-g day!
<3
December 16th, 2009 at 5:37 pm
am i all alone in cyberspace?
anyone? hello??
December 16th, 2009 at 5:39 pm
LISI! I know I am probably anoying you more than being poked by someone, non-stop, for a full day, but I have to ask again. You see, I have been on google, youtube, wikipedia, every research website basically, to avoid asking you this question. I am sorry to say I have failed greatly and now HAVE to ask you this question. Ok, here. I. Go.
DO YOU KNOW ANYTHIG ABOUT THE BEST FRIENDS FOR NEVER MOVIE?!
Ok. That was my question. Was it as bad as I made it out to be? I want to know WAY to much who the boys will be played by. If you DON’T know anything or CAN’T tell us yet, I will understand. WE, will understand. I would appreciate it if you said something about it even if it was just one word that didn’t explain anything. I feel like an I-pod stuck on re-play.(Not to sound like Sean Kingston or anything) I just feel bad asking you every Blah-g about the movie, and am just REALLY excited about it. Sorry again and I will be on my way now.
December 16th, 2009 at 5:39 pm
well i guess it’s good no ones on because i have a hell of a lot of stuff to do. everyone is feeling the urge to yell at me today. sigh. i guess i’ll listen to them by doing my work and stop typing these comments that no one but me will read.
December 16th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
OMG someone is on! HI JUSTINE!!!! RU STILL THERE? *WAVES ARMS FRANTICLLY!* dont worry im not a stalker lolz im just trying 2 kill time so i dont hav 2 do my algebra hmwk.
December 16th, 2009 at 5:44 pm
ello? did everyone leave? okey dokey i guess it’s really time 2 go byeas darlings and luv ya lisi!
xoxo
December 16th, 2009 at 5:46 pm
Hey everyone! I hope you all have a fabulous winter break! And Lisi, I am hopeing that you get to relax a little bit and work on some author type stuff. Anyways have Happy Holidays everyone!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:09 pm
Hi anyone on?
December 16th, 2009 at 6:10 pm
Heyyyy anyone there????
December 16th, 2009 at 6:12 pm
Where is everyone? Its lik 8:15??? I guess u guys live in dif time zones i am a west coast (OH-IO) girl!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:13 pm
heyy leah!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:25 pm
Meara – I don’t think you’re on anymore and I don’t know if you even remember me, but you were one of the first people I ever talk to on Lisi’s site! Hi! I haven’t talked to you in forever!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:33 pm
Lisi!!!!!! could i pleease have a shoutout
cuz my 14th b-day is on the 19th!!!! This
Saturday!!!! Even tho it will b a belated
b-day shoutout it would still b an AMAZING
b-day present!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
and happy b-day KenyaH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December b-days rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and our b-days are over winter break at least 4 me
December 16th, 2009 at 6:40 pm
Hey my girlies I wish I could stay and talk but I want to watch the SYTYCD fonale and my stupid brother took the tv and I don’t feel like moving my labtop I probebly won’t be on tomorrow cause I need to study for my midterms on Friady, Monday, and Tuesday. Well wish me luck and Goodnignt My Girlies!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:42 pm
omg im soooooooo happy cuz the screen
FINALLY stopped posting the waiting for
approval or whatevs message next to my
comment!!!! idk why but yay!! b4 no one
could see my comments at least i dont
think so cuz no one ever responded
oh well ill stop rambling…haha
December 16th, 2009 at 6:42 pm
hi alyssa!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:42 pm
i mean alyse sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 6:43 pm
i have a friend named alyssa and i just
auto-typed that name haha
December 16th, 2009 at 6:51 pm
yay she will be posting on my birthday which is 20 days away from today (not including today). please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please take the time to visit my blog at http://bookchatcentral.blogspot.com/
December 16th, 2009 at 6:55 pm
hi anybody on? can’t stay long, but wanted to just talk to somebody lol
December 16th, 2009 at 7:01 pm
oh and Courtney – how’d your chorus concert go? hehe
December 16th, 2009 at 7:01 pm
Everybody is like NOOOOOOO I missed being in the top100. i am 101. But really they are in the top 100 because people comment twice! So don’t get sad. But I am really far back so I am not in the top 100
December 16th, 2009 at 7:03 pm
Next time you post lisi I have a humongous history test!!!
At least I’ll have something to look forward to at the end of the day!
that’s all I’d like to say
talk to you next year!!!!
P.S. maybe you can pray I do well on that test
my teacher always has the hardest test
December 16th, 2009 at 7:04 pm
Malia – Haha I don’t even really try being in the top 100 i don’t know why though
but i do get happy when i am
December 16th, 2009 at 7:05 pm
wats up lisi just wanted to pop in to check out ur blog and say
MERRY CHRISTMASSS (OR WATEVE CELEBRATION YOU DO) NN HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! check out my blog
vivloves-chocolateandroses.tumblr.com
December 16th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
Kelsey – Ugh I know I have a super big and hard S.S. test Tuesday
i feel you pain
(p.s. sorry I’m posting so much im bored)
December 16th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
kay well g’night!
December 16th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
Hey Lisi. I am really excited for These Boots Are Made For Stalking. I can’t wait for it to come out. (:…….Hello people!! I have a story. Do you want me to post it?? It’s kinda bad though.
December 16th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
SUPER HARD history test tomorrow!!!!!!!!! wish me luck!!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 7:31 pm
iz n e 1 here?
December 16th, 2009 at 7:53 pm
Hey Alyssa, U still on??? I’ll read ur story.
December 16th, 2009 at 7:56 pm
ehmagawd! lisi, heart you too! hope you have an ahhhhmmmmaaaaaaziiiing holiday! i love all the holiday sales delicious cashmere sweaters and alll! just fabulous don’tcha think! anyways just hope you and anybody on will find time and visit the official pretty committee site which issssssss…… http://www.glu4evergirls.webs.com!
♥ luhve ya 4eva! happy holidays
December 16th, 2009 at 8:00 pm
LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISI LISIS Heyyy Lisi! Sorry for all the Lisi’s, but I have a question for you: I signed up tob be a gold member, or whatever the heck you call it, but nothing happened. I tried a bunch of times, and it never worked. What’s up with that???? xoxo
December 16th, 2009 at 8:01 pm
Lisi i heart your blah-g. I read every week. I know u read the commits but you’ll probally never see mine
Have an ah-mazingX10 Holliday.
Heart,
Kaitlyn
December 16th, 2009 at 8:03 pm
Hello!
December 16th, 2009 at 8:08 pm
I have a open notebook history test 2marrow but i lost my notebook!?!
HELP!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 8:41 pm
haha good luck with that one! do they have the notes online? you could print them off..?
December 16th, 2009 at 8:41 pm
hey gurlies!
December 16th, 2009 at 8:42 pm
heyy whats up?
December 16th, 2009 at 8:43 pm
Cari- hope u find ur notebook!
December 16th, 2009 at 8:45 pm
Lisi, my birthday is the day after your next blog post – January 7. I’ll be turning sixteen (SWEET SIXTEEN!), so can you please do a shout out? You missed me this year, when my birthday was on a Wednesday D: But I still love you cause you’re a kickbutt writer!
December 16th, 2009 at 8:51 pm
hey kkelseyy!
December 16th, 2009 at 8:53 pm
I still have one and a half days of school left AND a Christmas program tomorrow night. So the semester’s not quite over yet for me.
December 16th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
G’Night, gurlies!
December 16th, 2009 at 9:29 pm
good nite!! (:
December 16th, 2009 at 9:47 pm
wow my semesters nawt over till 2 wks after break!! finals are week of jan 18th: 18ths off, then finals tues wed thurs, friday and monday off!!!
pretty good w/ the 3 days off!!!
but i have world history, bio, and english on tues: 3 finals!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 9:48 pm
why is the 2nd face nawt colorful???!
December 16th, 2009 at 9:48 pm
n e one on???
December 16th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
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December 16th, 2009 at 9:53 pm
beast!!! l0l im rlly bored…and excited 4 my bday l0l!!!
December 16th, 2009 at 10:30 pm
Hey Lisi! You have a wonderful Christmas and New Years yourself. And guess what? New Years Eve is my b-day! I am very excited! I get to go to Disneyland! I am a total Disney fanatic! Haha. Anwho i love your books very much and can’t wait for the next! I <3 you!
Love,
Cami (a.k.a The Disney Queen-as i am known by my friends)
December 17th, 2009 at 2:34 am
ya know, all these stories from other girls i’ve been reading on lisi’s blah-g comments… they’re all a little too much like the clique slash alphas. as much as lisi is fabulous, love the clique, you guys need to step out of her light. awnestly, why do all your stories involve rich spoiled brats?
just IMHO(in my humble opinion) kay,
dont take it too personally.
x’s
Jaimelynne
December 17th, 2009 at 2:34 am
ya know, all these stories from other girls i’ve been reading on lisi’s blah-g comments… they’re all a little too much like the clique slash alphas. as much as lisi is fabulous, love the clique, you guys need to step out of her light. awnestly, why do all your stories involve rich spoiled brats?
just IMHO(in my humble opinion) kay,
dont take it too personally.
x’s
Jaimelynne
December 17th, 2009 at 2:37 am
oops. sorry, posted twice.
and as a little add on to the above,
I’m fully behind each and every aspiring writer posting here. seriously,
i might be a nobody,
but hey, a vote’s a vote.
keep writing.
oh and Lisi, happy holidays too(:
December 17th, 2009 at 4:09 am
Byeeee Lisi. Have a greaaat Holiday! Haappyy Early New Year!
December 17th, 2009 at 4:09 am
Byeeee Lisi. Have a greaaat Holiday! Haappyy Early New Year!
December 17th, 2009 at 4:20 am
Hi lisi,
Happy Holidays! I was reading BOYS R US the other night and I realised at the bottom of pg.145 you wrote that ‘Claire slunk away to table eighteen.’ Shouldn’t it be, ‘Claire slunk away to table thirty-six’ (Alicia’s table). She was already at table eighteen so it does not make sense.
Anyway I love Boys r us and Alphas andd can’t wait for the next one. Also, what does a gold membership mean?
See you in january!
Abi xoxo
December 17th, 2009 at 7:34 am
UGHH!!! I have been out of school for the last 3 days with a cough and fever. I have an oral report due tomorrow that I haven’t even started!! I don’t get off for Christmas until the 23rd!!!! I feel like a piece of crap and I’m so not prepared to go back to school tomorrow. I have 3 tests I need to make-up
December 17th, 2009 at 9:30 am
Hi lisi
I love you books! My birthday is jan 4th can i have a shoutout please? xoxo
December 17th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
Lisi- Thanks!
I AM SO EXCITED TOMORROW IS MY LAST DAY UNTIL VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!!
8 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
December 17th, 2009 at 12:49 pm
OMGNSS I HAVE SCHOOL TILL 9:45 TOMORROW IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 1:28 pm
****Lisi****
~Raych
Please read!!!!
one of your other websites, jointheclique.com where you (or whoever runs the website) have those in or out things that get updated pretty often, well you know how you can comment on them? well i think that maybe you should disable them because I was scrolling through the comments for the most recent one and the girls are being really mean to each other and stuff
you’re awesome thanks for writing amazing books
December 17th, 2009 at 1:40 pm
anyone on?
December 17th, 2009 at 2:15 pm
1 fav color? peacock blue
2. fav animal? fox
3. fav food? garlic bread
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? normal
5. country? canada
6. fav candy? chocolate ah-bvie
7. fav cereal? dont have 1
7. least fav. sport? curling i mean i dont get the point of it and how to play it
8. fav sport? hard to choose soccer/swim
9. fav juice pineapple
10. if u could change ur name to anything, what would it be?
Cassidy
December 17th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
Really Lisi? Really? LOL!!!! No hard feelings. Let’s consider it even all you other blah-gers, cause I promised to post my tip-a-day, and I didn’t. Fear nawt, cause I’m postin’ now!!
Tip of the day:
Lipgloss is the way to express when your not allowed music (aka school). If your happy, use bright colors. If your okay, use clear gloss. If your feeling could-be-better or I-bet-I-failed-the-test, use a darker color. Just plain sad is really dark. Remember to bring multiple colors in your purse cause you can always change your mood. Try it!
I can’t wait till break!!! But I’m SO mad at the stinkin’ superindentint (or whoever is in charge) because we don’t have the 23 off. If it was up to me, we wouldn’t have school from November 30 to January 20. I wish!!! That’s all 4 2-day girlies. Happy Holidays!!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
ok Lillie lemme try this:
1. fav color? aqua blue
2.fav animal? ehmagawd i cant pick!!!!!
3. fav food? tuff question!
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? normal
5. country? USA
6. fav candy? Dum Dums
7. fav cereal? Froot Loops
8. fav sport? horseback riding/ swimming
9. fav juice? grape
10. if u could change ur name 2 anything, what would it be? Opal
its so pretty, dont u think?
so…..any1 on??
December 17th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
Yola!!!!!! I’m boooooorrrreeeeeeeddddddd. Anyone on? Anyone on?
December 17th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
Yola Bella. I like Taylor Lautner, do you?
December 17th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Team Jacob all the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:54 pm
Werewolves unite!!! Luv ya Taylor Swift, but Taylor Lautner is all mine! Mine!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
I sound drunk, right? Crap, what a time to sound like a LBR. Sorrrrrrrrryyyy!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
WOOOO TEAM JACOB!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Its sad i was team jacob before everyone got obsessed after he showed his abs u no u gotta love the character not the actor and its so stupid that people only like jacob now because of taylor lautners abs annd hes such a sex symbol its not even funny
December 17th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
hahah well excuse my rant
December 17th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Maya- my bday is the same day! This saturday!
And yess finally some people with good taste- TEAM JACOB
December 17th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
ugh, I hate essays
December 17th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
aww thanks lisi! i know! i barely made it through this semester and even week!!!
proud of me or wat? 
heyy people
i was studying and i kept telling myself “once u finish ur reward will be u can go on the blah-g”!!! haha but seriously thats wat i did when i was studying for science (my worst subject) test thats tommorrow that i just started studying today! haha smart of me right? o well..i studied for an hour straight and i’m starting to understand it!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
hEY Yall is anyone On??????!!
December 17th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
hey syd!! wats up??
December 17th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
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IF UR ON PLEASE POST MORE!!! WE ALL LOVE UR STORY!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
im soooooooooooooo tired i just took a nap after studying for like 2 hours but im still tired this is why i hate naps
December 17th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
soo sad….. all alone…
December 17th, 2009 at 4:04 pm
hi I’m on!
December 17th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
francesca- heyyy!!!! wats up??
December 17th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
gtg bye!!! i might be on later!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
I HATE MID TERMMSS!
December 17th, 2009 at 4:36 pm
oh sorry Laura! I didn’t realized you commented!
December 17th, 2009 at 4:41 pm
1. fav color? purple
2.fav animal? horse!
3. fav food? lucky charmss fool!
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? normal
5. country? des uniteded states of the america
6. fav candy? starburst
7. fav cereal? did i not just say lucky charms?
8. fav sport? horseback riding, SOCCER!, Track
9. fav juice? apple or orange
10. if u could change ur name 2 anything, what would it be? probally scout (dont judge me hahaa)
December 17th, 2009 at 4:46 pm
okay Caitlin I really wanna do that survey thingy:
1. fav color? dark purple
. I only like baby kittnes 
2.fav animal? hmmm kittens. But not cats
3. fav food? ppaassstttaa
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? normal
5. country? USA!!!
6. fav candy? twix! ♥
7. fav cereal? honey bunches of oats!
8. fav sport? Lacrosse, Soccer, track
9. fav juice? orange juice!!
10. if u could change ur name 2 anything, what would it be? Lucy. I love that name. my other favorite names are Melody a Violet.
December 17th, 2009 at 4:48 pm
okay gotta go I’m procrastinating like 10 things right now
December 17th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
THEEEEESSE USED TO BE SOO FUN SO IM RE POSTING IT HAHA
1. Are you happy with your life? mhm
2. Do you like a boy? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhmmmmmmm
3. Are you a fun person? hmm lemme think no completely boring
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site? idk. why does it matter? sara, tia , katie, and talia!!! but they barely go on the blog in more aim is betta! haha
5. What’s your fave color? barney purple
6. Do you wear makeup regularly? only mascara
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)? RL or Abercrombie
8. What’s your fave product of makeup? mascara
9. What kind of hair do you have? (curly, straight, wavy?) Straight but its think so its wavyyish
10. What color hair? (Red, Blond, Brown, Black) dark brown hahaha i dyed it black buut dyed it back to normal
11. What is your favorite hair appliance? (flatiron, curling iron, diffuser, hairdryer?) flatiron
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
i like my hair color
13. What color eyes? turquoise green
14. Have you ever gotten ur eyebrows waxed? yes
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else? i hate people who copy me so much hate hate hate i would neva copy someone be original
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best? (celeb-wise) uhhh mine pssssht hahaha
17. What is your fave article of clothing? hmmm my purple vera wang cocktail dress
18. What is your favorite perfume?
Ralph Lauren – Hot
19. Why do you like the clique books?
i just doo
20. What’s your fave store? i have allot
December 17th, 2009 at 5:15 pm
im so bored
December 17th, 2009 at 5:20 pm
hiii
December 17th, 2009 at 5:43 pm
I’m gonna try dis…
1. Are you happy with your life? Yep!
2. Do you like a boy? Yep!
3. Are you a fun person? I’d say so….
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site? Idk. I dont relly talk much on dis site…
5. What’s your fave color? Purple!
6. Do you wear makeup regularly? Does lip-gloss count????
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)? Hollister, Coach, Aeropostale…
8. What’s your fave product of makeup? Again… does Lip-gloss relly count???
9. What kind of hair do you have? (curly, straight, wavy?) Depends on da day…
10. What color hair? (Red, Blond, Brown, Black) Light brown w/ natraul blond high lights
11. What is your favorite hair appliance? (flatiron, curling iron, diffuser, hairdryer?) Hairdryer and Flat Iron
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
Same
13. What color eyes? Brown
14. Have you ever gotten ur eyebrows waxed? Nope
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else? Nope
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best? (celeb-wise) Uhhhh miley c?
17. What is your fave article of clothing? Any thing from Hollister
18. What is your favorite perfume?
Aeropostale by: Aeropostale (duhhh)
19. Why do you like the clique books?
Cuz they rock!
20. What’s your fave store? Prob Borders or Hollister
Shout out to who eva made dis quiz up!! i heart it!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 5:45 pm
LISI!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WOULD BE AMAZING IF I GOT A SHOUTOUT BECAUSE MY BIRTHDAY IS IN ONE WEEK AND IT WOULD MAKE MY BIRTHDAY GREAT BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO TO A FUNERAL ONE MY BIRTHDAY!!! I KNOW YOU WONT BE BLAH-GING AGAIN UNTIL THE 6TH BUT IT WOULD REALLY CHEER UP MY BIRTHDAY FOR ME IF YOU GAVE ME A SHOUTOUT
))
ANYWAYS…LUV YA ALL FOREVER
December 17th, 2009 at 5:53 pm
Yeahh!! Another quiz! coolieo…
1. fav color? Purple
2.fav animal? Prob Giraffe haha
3. fav food? Any thing Greek
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? NORMAL!!!
5. country? Greece
6. fav candy? Hershey’s ♥
7. fav cereal? Little Bites
8. fav sport? Volleyball
9. fav juice? Orange juice!!
10. if u could change ur name 2 anything, what would it be? I don’t know… anything GREEK!!!!!!
Shout out to who eva made dis quiz up!! You totally rock yo!
December 17th, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Blah I can only stay till 9:00 pm thats like 20 minutes I have my 2 hardest midterms tomorrow in Geometry Honors and Biology Honors. My kite I made for a geometry project all week didn’t fly its due teusday and now I have to stay after school tomorrow or monday so I can finish it and make sure it flys. Wish me luck on my hard midterms and my kite flying and if anyones on then please talk to me girlies.
December 17th, 2009 at 6:56 pm
I really hope Brett wins Survivore I think the finale is this sunday if Brett doesnt win then I hope Natalie does. Im just glad they finally voted Shambo is out!
Im gonna go since no ones on ana I only have 5 minutes left well good luck to all of my girlies who have to take midterms and need luck.
Goodnight and Goodluck My Girlies!
December 17th, 2009 at 7:05 pm
Team Edward 4 me
December 17th, 2009 at 7:07 pm
JACOB!
December 17th, 2009 at 7:58 pm
omg i just saw the movie princess and the frog! it was ok if anyone cares.
I’m gonna try this…
1. Are you happy with your life? Yep!
2. Do you like a boy? Yep!
3. Are you a fun person? Yep!
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site? Idk. I just started talking wednesday, but Meara was nice!
5. What’s your fave color? Lime Green
6. Do you wear makeup regularly? I guess…
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)?
the kind my mom buys?
8. What’s your fave product of makeup? Mascara/ Lip gloss
9. What kind of hair do you have? Medium length pin straight hair
10. What color hair? Light Brown
11. What is your favorite hair appliance? Hairdryer, curling iron, (if it works!) and blow dryer
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
Brown with blond(ish) highlights
13. What color eyes? Hazel Green
14. Have you ever gotten ur eyebrows waxed? Nope
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else? Not unless you count the people in the hair magazines and say i want that style…
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best? (celeb-wise) Selena Gomez
17. What is your fave article of clothing? Socks (i no weird)
18. What is your favorite perfume?
Pink by victoria screts perfume
19. Why do you like the clique books?
Because my mom hates them! jk jk jk Uhh because they are soo cool!
20. What’s your fave store? Hollister, Aeropostale, Abercrombie and Fitch, and Pink
I love quizes!
December 17th, 2009 at 8:07 pm
Here is my newly written two chapters so act alpha and comment please!!
CH14
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, BEVERLY HILLS
Sunday July 17th
8:45 pm
The sound of Stephanie leafing through the pages of the photo album that VSA had given her completely muted her surroundings. It was like being underwater. The album was covered with purple silk and had gold stars spelling out the lonely four letters ‘SVSA’. It had a record of all the good times the four BSF’s (Best Sister Friends)had had together before the move came along randomly and ruined and dashed every hope of happiness away. The pages of the photo album were all made of what looked like mixed pulp. On the 1st page of the album, in Violetta’s neat cursive, Stacey’s bold all-caps and Anna’s girly writing, it read:
This album is dedicated to our adopted sister,
SHE BROUGHT US TO LIFE WHEN BEFORE, WE WERE JUST PRETTY MANNEQUINS
She’s the mother of the alphas
And we are proud to say that we were her betas
SHE’S THE STRAWBERRY IN MY PATCH
The apple on my tree
The star in my dark never-ending sky
AND HER NAME IS STEPHANIE RAE-ANNE BROOKMILL
We luv you <3
Around the page, VSA had all signed their original signatures. Before she knew it, Stephanie was crying again. Not the ‘My mom won’t get me the latest cell phone’ cry or the ‘I just fell off my bike and scraped my knee’ cry. This was the ‘This realization just hit me hard: I’m never gonna see my BSF’s ever again’ cry. It was a trillion times worse! The disastrous spree with Mira a week ago didn’t help matters much. After Mira had told her the alarming news, Stephanie quickly thumbed in the number of her driver’s cell and told him to rush back to Melrose. Forget about the fact that he was in the middle of eating lunch at Monica’s! This was major! As in Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt broke up major. As in Michael Jackson is alive once more major. As in my world is spinning and reeling out of control major. She wanted to lash out at her parents, scream at the four well-decorated walls in her room, let out her despair in her go-to place. But she didn’t have a go-to place anymore. Her last one was miles away all the way in Chicago at her ex house.
Flipping to the 2nd page of the photo album, Stephanie widened her eyes at the first picture. It was framed with gold spray-painted leaves like the frames of the paintings in the front hall and it was also sprinkled in gold, silver and magenta glitter. It was when SVSA were only six years old; the 1st week they had met. They were posing in front of the tree/clubhouse with the climbing rope dangling behind them. They were all dressed in different coloured pastel spaghetti strapped mini-dresses with lace-up wedges. It had been one of their favourite outfits for the springtime back then. But now, in the present, it seemed tacky and sooooo wannabe style. Flipping to the next page of the album, it showed three beautiful girls and one birthday girl styled like perfect Bratz dolls at Violetta’s 13th birthday bash that was aired on national TV on the fifth of March. Her dad was (and still is) an Oscar-winning director. Her mom was a producer/screenplay writer/ costume designer. She had designed costumes for the Wizard of Oz, Pirates of the Caribbean and some other historical fiction movies based on the Boston Tea Party, the Confederation and prince Charles and Queen Elizabeth. Violetta’s dad had major connections with the movie industry and had invited practically most of the A-List celebrities in America to her 13th birthday bash. In this particular photo, Violetta was donning a strapless turquoise beaded dress with pearly cream-colored necklaces and bracelets. It was a TT outfit to the extreme. Stephanie had been styled by one of Ms. Tang’s famed make-up artists. She looked smokin’ hot with her curly half-bunned half loose hair and her red knee-length tight red dress with the roses on the single strap. The four girls had been posing with Violetta’s super hot older brother, Glen, and Carrie Underwood. It had been an ah-mazing birthday that people gossiped about for weeks later. They were all smiling their wide-toothy smiles with their arms around one another. On top of the picture, they had written in purple sharpie ‘I like to partay with my BSFs’. It had been one of those memorable nights that got stuck in your memory like gum to the sole of a shoe. On the next page, there were the girls again at the beach near to Stacey’s cottage when they were twelve. It had been taken at sunset and they were all standing there in their brand-name bikinis, staring at the sunset beyond the gentle lapping purple-ish pink waves. It looked like a picture perfect ad in a magazine, in which they were all air-brushed. A trickle of a tear slid down Stephanie’s cheek (no surprise there) and made its way down her neck and stained a bit of her purple silk PJs a shade darker. If she kept it up, it’d look like her wardrobe had been suffering a case of water-induced chicken pox. Ordinarily, this would have been noticed immediately by Stephanie and her sharp baby blue eagle-eyes but these days, you could’ve hit her in the nose with a baseball and she wouldn’t have noticed. She was too pre-occupied about one thought and one thought only: how much she missed her girls. That thought clogged her brain and left no space for any emotion or pain to transfer to her body. Trying to hold on to the only connection she still had with her girlies, she flipped to the next highly-decorated page. It read in purple glitter script: Alpha-Beta 2gether 4ever
The page was decorated with words like BSFs, 4EVER, ILY, smiley emoticons, roses, wildflowers, hearts, swirls and other cute stuff that you could get at scrapbooking stores. On the following page, it featured pictures of Stephanie posing with Violetta. There was a photo of her and Violetta in London, on one of the Brookmill familie’s annual trips to the home of Alexander McQueen. They were posing in front of Stephanie’s house in one of the nicest streets in London, where all the houses cost at least a couple million. Stephanie had still remembered how fun of a time they had had, her and Violetta touring alone in the streets of London, shopping, sight-seeing, spending, spotting hot guys with adorable British accents. There was also a picture of her and Violetta standing in the Buckingham Palace, and posing with Britney at Madame Tussauds. Stephanie cracked a croissant-like smile, thinking about all the joy she had had, going on the trip with her family and her BSF, and how she felt like the world had ended when they were on the plane back to Chicago, the bright lights and the vibrant Eye of London down below the last remainder of the city that they saw. Then, turning the page, there was the beautiful blond again posing with an equally beautiful brunette. The location of the picture was beyond obvious: the waves, them in bikinis, SPF slathered on their noses, shades protecting their eyes from the sun’s strong glare. She and Stacey were in Hawaii! The page was surrounded by Hawaiian floral print designs and tropical stuff from pineapples to pina coladas to coconuts. There was a really goofy picture of her and Stacey wearing coconut bras, fruit bunches on the tops of their heads, grass skirts, huge beaded and flowery necklaces intertwined around their necks and wooden bracelets. They were smiling big clown-like smiles and crossing their eyes and swaying their hips, Shakira style. They had been super-tanned after that one week stay in Hawaii and avoided eye contact with tanning salons for over a month. It had been ever-exciting and unforgettable.
On the next page, there was that Stephanie girl again with her other favourite girlie, Anna Rectler. They were in front of Mickey’s and Minnie’s houses in Disney World. In honour of the photo, both of them were donning red and white polka-dotted sunglasses. They so did not want to be seen sporting red and white polka-dotted T-dresses or something else extreme like that. The sunglasses were a bit more subtle and plus, they kinda matched the white rib-hugging tank that revealed their belly-buttons and black shiny skinny jeans and metallic wedges. The photo beside that, they were wearing denim-mini-skirts and variations of pink tube tops with chunky white and gold bracelets and necklaces with tight up ‘dos. They were standing at the big thunder mountain railroad, preparing to board the ride. Another tear ran down her face like it was being chased by a cobra. This time, it seeped through her lips and into her mouth, where she felt its saltiness tickle her tongue. It tasted bitter, just like her feelings.
Now she was starting to feel the familiar feeling of abandonment, betrayal and getting stabbed in the back. What did VSA think this was, a joke? Was it too much to ask them to text one single ‘hello’? She had left them tons of messages and sent them at least half a dozen texts or so already, most of them beginning with Helpppp!!!! Where’ve you been??? But they hadn’t replied in more than a week and it wasn’t like them to just ignore her like this. She felt like an African slave, forced to leave her home with no contact from her loved ones, no hope of ever escaping and having to live this life she clearly wasn’t retarded enough to choose. Maybe she wasn’t destined to lead. Maybe she wasn’t fit for the position of alpha. Maybe her friends had secretly hated her and were just really good actors. Impossible. In her 13 years and 29 days of living, Stephanie never would’ve thought she’d ever go to the extreme as this, but . . . . . . it pained her deeply to wonder aloud about this one life-changing question. Maybe if she were never an alpha in the first place, this never would’ve happened. Maybe if she were never an alpha, she’d still be happy, smiling, cheerful, not depressed, crying every two minutes and holed up in her room. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t be living like this if she had been a beta.
CH15
THE BROOKMILL ESTATE, BACKYARD FACING THE BEACH
Monday July 18th
6:35 am
With no sleep, no tears left in her, and having lost 5 pounds in 3 days, Stephanie was famished, friendless, scared about the slowly fading loss of her reign as queen bee, she wished that she had a restart button so she could restart the past two weeks and half. She needed it more than anything. She would’ve gladly given up everything that she possessed (except her alpha power) to restart those couple of days again. She would’ve happily even given up her pink Prada crocodile clutch, and that was saying an awful lot.
She had sneakily snuck out of her estate and she was now resting on the mini-hill that connected her backyard to the beach, wearing nothing but a single white cotton sundress and a pearl coloured poncho. The grass was a cheerful pine green and it was one of those windy days where heavy gray ominous clouds blocked any rays of sunshine. She needed somewhere to escape to. And this was the only place she had to think about her life, the move, how this had happened to a girl like her and what she did to deserve this. She had even tried contacting God and asking him to take time off from listening to everyone’s prayers and to please, in the name of love, give her an answer or a hint as to why things had turned out like this. Last night, after many hours of tossing and turning and many pillow-punches, she still only got a teensy wink of sleep. So instead of wasting her time, trying to drift off to dreamland, she got up, put on one of her oldest sun-dresses and a knitted poncho, and went outside at 6 in the morning to think about things in a peaceful environment, where the occasional Sabrina scream and Shannon shriek couldn’t be heard. With all the trees behind her, she felt protected, un-alone, and peaceful. Little granules of sand were being blown into the air, creating semi-tornados around the beach, and the once gentle lapping waves had become stronger and bigger with each second as the wind grew ever stronger. The wind was the thing controlling the sand and the water. Without it, the sand and water would’ve just been another substance that people saw and never really bothered about and never payed much attention to. With the help of the wind, they had been created into beautiful moving art and made it more obvious and suddenly, you started appreciating their beauty, and started noticing them. It was kinda like what was happening with Stephanie and VSA. VSA were the plain old sand and water, and Stephanie was the wind that added pizzaz to their humdrum lives, creating them into things to be admired.
Like the Sahara Desert, I’m hawt
Lillie
December 17th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
lillie- can u post more of ur story but with drama in it pleaseeeeeeeee
December 17th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
lillie- can u post more of ur story but with drama in it pleaseeeeeeeee
December 17th, 2009 at 8:38 pm
1. Are you happy with your life? yes i guess so but i liked it a little better months ago
2. Do you like a boy? dont u mean boysss and yess i do
3. Are you a fun person? um i guess so
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site? i usually just read and not really comment
5. What’s your fave color? pinkkkkkk
6. Do you wear makeup regularly? ya some
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)? coach, juicy, pink, hollister, …..
8. What’s your fave product of makeup? eye shadow and lip gloss
9. What kind of hair do you have? (curly, straight, wavy?)
some times wavy but usually straight
10. What color hair? (Red, Blond, Brown, Black) dark brown- i hate it
11. What is your favorite hair appliance? flat iron and hair dryer
12. What color hair do you wish you had? a really pretty blond like keisha
13. What color eyes? greenish brownish but more greenish
14. Have you ever gotten ur eyebrows waxed? yes
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else? if u count looking in magazines to pick what kind of hair cut u want
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best? (celeb-wise) selena gomez
17. What is your fave article of clothing? do scarves count cause i love scarfs
18. What is your favorite perfume? viva la juicy
19. Why do you like the clique books?
cause i love drama
20. What’s your fave store?
coach and juicy and the limited and h&m and……
December 17th, 2009 at 10:36 pm
My birthday is the 18thhh!!!
Imma be 14!!!
December 18th, 2009 at 1:50 am
LOL, the Worst Blah-g Ever? Why does that sound familiar?
Have an ah-mazing Christmas and New Year, Lisi!
1. Are you happy with your life?
Sort of. It’s gotten better these past few months.
2. Do you like a boy?
Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I’m not telling!
3. Are you a fun person?
My friends seem to think so!
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site?
JuicyCouture – she is ah-mazing and her sets on Polyvore are works of art! Talia’s really funny, too!
5. What’s your fave color?
Pink! Depends on the shade, though…
6. Do you wear makeup regularly?
All the time! Hehe, just kidding, I usually only wear lipgloss and mascara and maybe a touch of blush now and then
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)?
Brands of makeup? Brands of clothing? Confusing! LOL, makeup-wise, I adore the Liplicious lipglosses from Bath & Body Works in America (I only have Cotton Candy and Whipped Vanilla, which smells soooo good) and clothing-wise, I like most brands, really!
8. What’s your fave product of makeup?
Lipgloss. Given!
9. What kind of hair do you have?
Mostly straight but sometimes a little wavy.
10. What color hair?
Black, though in the sunlight it seems dark chocolate brown
11. What is your favorite hair appliance?
Hair straighteners (I think they’re called a flat iron in America, but I’m not too sure of the lingo!)
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
I don’t really mind my hair right now, I’m happy the way it is!
13. What color eyes?
Chocolate brown
14. Have you ever gotten your eyebrows waxed?
Nooo, I’m not even sure you can GET your brows waxed in the UK and if you can, there must be an age restriction…
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else?
Nope.
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best, celeb-wise?
I think Selena Gomez’s different styles are really cool!
17. What is your fave article of clothing?
Too hard! I’d probably say my ah-dorable pale pink knit poncho starred with little sequins. You can wear it over a pair of simple PJ’s and transform them into elegant nightwear, pull it over a cute tee and jeans for a casual look…you can wear it with anything, really! (I’m wearing it right now, over my pink-and-white vest top and pink drawstring short shorts even though there’s been an overnight snowstorm and our forest-garden looks like Narnia!)
18. What is your favorite perfume?
Princess by Vera Wang is my all-time favourite signature scent but I find the Harajuku Lovers Fragrances iresistable, too!
19. Why do you like the clique books?
What’s not to like about them? Lisi shares the lives of upper-class – not to mention wealthy – New Yorkers and never fails to add humour in every novel.
20. What’s your fave store?
Debenhams, New Look, Primark, River Island, Bank (I don’t shop there often…we’re talking REALLY expensive here!)
Sooo that’s my first comment on The Worst Blah-g Ever. Unexpected, I know, but I couldn’t help “filling in the blanks”!
Sonal xoxo
December 18th, 2009 at 2:48 am
Okk now people can stop going on about how the blog isn’t a chat-room because Lisi herself has said we can chat amongst ourselves while she is gone!
1. Are you happy with your life?
Yes!! I would be so ungrateful if wasn’t! Although some aspects of it I guess you could say were better a few months ago…
2. Do you like a boy?
Nope. I’m part of the one percent of teenage girls who actually don’t care about boys. I’d rather focus on something else instead of obsessing over a boy when I’m still young. I’ll think about that sort of stuff when I’m a bit older
3. Are you a fun person?
Like, duh!! Haha
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site?
I know Holly on FanFictiona as well and Sonal on Polyvore…click on our names to go to our profiles! 
Holly and Sonal!! They’re so funny
5. What’s your fave color?
Pink!!!
6. Do you wear makeup regularly?
I don’t like clogging my pores with makeup all the time and when I wear it it’s usually just the basics like concealer or lip gloss or mascara or something. I think at my age it’s nice to look natural
7. What’s your fave clothing brand(s)?
Juicy Couture!!!! And Coach and Hollister and A&F and Guess and UGG.
8. What’s your fave product of makeup?
Mascara. It used to be eyeliner but I’ve gone off that a bit now…lol I don’t really need mascara though people always think I wear false eyelashes because my hair is really thick so my eyelashes are really long and thick as well.
9. What kind of hair do you have?
It was dead straight when I was little but it’s gotten a little wavier as I get older. When I towel dry it it goes into little corkscrew curls it’s so cool!! But I end up straightening it anyway.
10. What color hair?
I am a brunette!! But I had jet black hair when I was little. And really white skin so my baby pictures make me look like a vampire or something haha.
11. What is your favorite hair appliance?
Hair straighteners!!! I honestly would not live without them. I use them every day.
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
Uhhh I quite like my hair!! It’s just right for me
13. What color eyes?
(even though they always get complimented on theirs and I never do!! Haha)
I’m not going to give them a fancy name or anything. They’re just brown. I take after my Dad because he has brown eyes but my Mum has green eyes and my brothers have green eyes and my sister has hazel eyes but I don’t mind. I like my eyes
14. Have you ever gotten your eyebrows waxed?
Yep.
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else?
Noo unless you count taking a hair magazine to the hairdressers to show them what you want. I do that sometimes but that’s not copying that’s just getting ideas which is what you’re meant to do with hair magazines!!
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best, celeb-wise?
I always like the STYLE of the Olsen twins’ hair but I’m not sure cut wise…
17. What is your fave article of clothing?
Two words. SKINNY JEANS. They are my life
18. What is your favorite perfume?
I have a ton of perfumes which I love, I don’t really “believe” in having a signature scent, I like wearing a different perfume every day so I know I’ll never get sick of one. I love DKNY, Juicy Couture, the Benefit perfumes, Gucci, Hollister, A&F, Dior and I lovelovelove the Tiffany perfume!
19. Why do you like the clique books?
They show the insecurities of mean girls and take you inside the American elite society
20. What’s your fave store?
Juicy Couture, Abercrombie, Hollister, New Look, TopShop, River Island, House of Fraser, Harvery Nichols, Harrods, Selfridges, UGG and any book store of course!!
December 18th, 2009 at 9:49 am
1 fav color? white
2. fav animal? polar bear
3. fav food? hmm idk
4. vegetarian? vegan? normal? normal.
5. country? usa
6. fav candy? shockers
7. fav cereal? cap’n crunch
7. least fav. sport? cross country
8. fav sport? floor hockey/tennis
9. fav juice? grape
10. if u could change ur name to anything, what would it be? Charlotte
December 18th, 2009 at 11:26 am
Hi, girls! This is the last time I will be sharing this story with anyone as I am about to delete it. It’s not very good anyway, so don’t bother reading it. Sonal, xoxo
Chapter One
We’re moving. Not to another town. Not to another county. To another country.
It was supper when I found out. We were all seated around the glass dining table feasting on Italian lasagne and chocolate gateau with champagne and lemonade to satisfy our thirsts. Martha was strapped in her highchair. She recently mastered the art of feeding herself, so now Mum can take the time to indulge her meals instead of spooning sloppy mush into a two-year-old’s mouth. Cinnamon-scented candles reigned the four corners of the room, the shadows of their flames dancing across the deep burgundy walls. A Michael Bublé CD played quietly in the background.
Everything was perfect.
“Girls, can I have a moment, please?” Dad stood up, a broad grin on his face. This had to be good. Dad rarely ever made announcements, unless you count the extremely boring recaps of his latest golf match. He cleared his throat and began. “I have been a scientist for several years now.” Oh no. He was about to launch into his heartbreaking lie story. Great. “And I get paid a decent salary,” he continued, deliberately ignoring my heavy eye-roll. “But some days I wish I could start fresh, turn over a new leaf, y’know?”
“Dad,” I interrupted. “As much as I find this fascinating, can you kind of get to the point?”
Dad beamed. “Thought you’d never ask. Your mother and I have been keeping it a secret for days and we’ve been bursting to tell you but we thought now was the time to—”
“Please just tell me!” I sighed, toying with my last slice of gateau.
“We’re moving,” Dad finished.
You’d expect me to gasp or scream or something but I didn’t. I sat in silence for about a minute, trying to think of a way to respond to my father’s surprising revelation. I examined my cuticles. Those two words flooded my mind with all sorts of questions. “Where are we moving?” I asked.
“You’ll never believe it, Macy.” Mum touched her heart, her eyes distant and dreamy. “Never.”
“I might if you told me,” I said, forcing myself to sound patient.
“Macy.” Dad paused like he was about to announce the winner of this year’s X-Factor. “We’re moving to America!”
Martha laughed hysterically as if Dad had said the funniest thing ever. Mum squealed and gave my hand an affectionate squeeze. I sat motionless, too stunned to blink.
“It’ll be a great opportunity for all of us,” Dad explained. “America is the land of plenty. The houses are the size of Buckingham Palace and the streets are paved in gold! Well, not real gold, obviously. I’ve already been an offered a job as a private investigator. I’ll get paid double – no, triple – the amount I get here. In America, the sun always shines and the people always smile. You’d love it!”
“Which state are we moving to?” I casually took a sip of lemonade, my hands trembling.
“Missouri.” Mum frowned. “It’s not that exciting but I hear it’s lovely and warm there.”
An awkward moment of silence clouded the conversation. My poor parents obviously hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from me because they were both exchanging frantic looks.
“What’s up?” Dad interrogated.
“The sky,” I joked.
“Don’t you want to move? Is that it?” Dad raked a hand through his floppy chocolate brown hair. “Phyllis, I knew we should’ve consulted her before we made any final decisions.”
“She’s thrilled, darling,” Mum corrected him. “That’s why she’s so quiet. She needs time to adapt to these sudden changes.”
Choking on my words, I took a refreshing gulp of lemonade. The fizz awoke my senses. Perhaps a little too well, because I let out a small belch. My parents faced me, alarmed. “Excuse me. Erm, can I please be excused? I’m full.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Mum serenely raised her glass of champagne to her lips. “Sleep on it. Just remember this. Wherever we are, we’ll be happy, as long as we’re together.”
As soon as I entered my bedroom, I collapsed on my spacious platform bed. I needed to think.
OK, I was beyond excited for the move. A new home meant a new life, a fresh start. At school, I was part of the social crowd. I wasn’t a loner but I wasn’t a socialite. I had just the right amount of friends, with a wide variety of different personalities. Teachers never bothered me. I got good grades so what did they have to worry about? I was equally psyched that Dad had achieved his dream of becoming an investigator. He spent his childhood reading Sherlock Holmes mysteries and watching CSI, so he knows pretty much everything there is to do with crime-solving. Money was supplementary. Dad’s ready-bought crib was a definite plus.
A sudden wave of anxiety shot through my entire body. Fine, I admit it, I was nervous. Who wouldn’t be? What if I didn’t settle down in Missouri? What if I couldn’t act American? Would people think my accent’s strange? You only get to make one first impression on somebody. Sometimes it’s difficult choosing what to do with it.
I padded over to my full-size gilt mirror, studying my reflection. I saw a girl. A tall, skinny girl with flaming orange hair and turquoise eyes. She looked quirky and cool and fun yet at the same time she managed to seem tough and energetic. She looked the kind of girl people want to be friends with at first sight. But when I looked again, she seemed lost, alone and confused. I tried to picture myself on the first day of a new American school, striding confidently through the halls. Somehow my imagination failed me; it was impossible to see me fitting in with a crowd of cool Americans. In England, education came before popularity. Would that be different in America? Ugh. So many questions, so few answers.
I slipped into my robin’s egg blue silk camisole and matching shorts, lazily cuddling into my duvet. My family’s future depended on me. I had the final say.
I said America.
* * *
Five days later, everything was settled. Our flight was booked for the afternoon and our stuff was safely stored away. Mum had told us to pack wisely. Our clothes and toiletries took up three suitcases on their own (Mum and Dad had their own cases while I had to share with Martha). Our more delicate possessions were taking a detour across the North Atlantic Ocean. Like the antique wine bottles Dad insisted on keeping.
“Philly, do you know where I left my shaving cream?” Dad called from upstairs.
“It was in the bathroom last time I checked,” Mum shouted back, attempting to clean Martha’s face with a tissue. My sister has a habit of flinging her porridge around the kitchen in the early hours of the morning and let me tell you know, it’s not a pretty sight.
Dad appeared at the top of the stairs in seconds, dressed in a baby blue cashmere sweater and sand-coloured cargo pants. He was rolling a gold and brown suitcase behind him, panting. “Remind me to buy a new suitcase once we’re in America.”
For the past few days it’s been America this, America that, America yak-yak-yak. I know it sounds harsh. But the whole situation wasn’t realistic. After all, I hadn’t even known we were moving until only a few days ago.
Snap out of it! Macy, I told myself sternly. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Do you know how many people would kill for this kind of prospect? You can’t chicken out now . . .
I distracted myself by checking my “airport appropriate” outfit. I had decided on a camel-coloured hoodie-dress over dark skinny jeans, accessorized with a bronze belt and round-heel cowboy boots in the same metallic shade. Simple yet stylish. I glanced in my mother’s direction. She had moved on from cleaning Martha and was now coaxing her into handing over her treasured teddies.
“Martha,” Mum cooed, stroking Martha’s tufty blond hair. “I promise, once we’re in America, you can have all the cuddly toys you want. But you can only take one for the trip.” At this, Martha started screeching. She has a mighty set of lungs for someone of her size.
Beep!
“Taxi’s here, love!” Dad yelled from his bedroom.
Mum dithered, sending me a pleading look. I knew what she wanted me to do.
“Marty.” I tickled Martha under the chin, using her nickname. “You heard Mummy.”
Martha sighed as she grimly released her army of toys. The only remaining survivor was her fluffy vanilla-scented bear from Harrods. She probably chose it because it reminded her of home.
“That’s my girl.” Mum beamed. I wasn’t too sure if she was talking to Martha or me.
Beep-beep!
“We’re coming!” Mum barked, even though the front door was closed so it was impossible for the driver to hear us.
Dad tumbled down the cream-carpeted stairs, clutching the gold suitcase and a purple duffle bag.
“Bloody ’ell!” He grumbled, almost tripping over the last step. “Phyllis, do we have to take these rock things?”
“I would appreciate it if we did, darling.” Mum slid into her turquoise leather jacket. “And they’re not rock ‘things’,” she air-quoted. “They’re my meditation rocks. From Lois. You know, my only sister who we haven’t seen in years because someone thinks she’s too posh for us?” She eyed Dad disapprovingly as she secured Martha in her pram. An anxious expression suddenly creased her face. “Oh flip, I haven’t told Lois we’re moving!”
Dad raised his eyes to ceiling, muttering under his breath. Mum was rocking back and forth the heels of her red suede ankle boots, her head in her hands.
“Stop your worrying, love.” Dad nudged Mum out of the door. “Our flight’s in two hours.”
“What’s the point in waking up dead early if we have time to spare?” I moaned, checking my pink Perspex Toywatch.
“Because we need to have our luggage checked in, be harassed by security, find our gate, and have lunch.” Dad grimaced. “I tend to eat before the flight because the mush they serve after take-off just doesn’t do it for me.” He ruffled my pumpkin-coloured curls fondly before locking the front door. He observed the old stone house for a minute, which stood unusually still and quiet.
It would be the last time we’d ever see it.
Chapter Two
“Mum, I’m hungry!” I whined, pulling at the supple sleeve of her jacket.
“I know you are, you’ve been reminding me for the past ten minutes, non-stop!” Mum snapped. Her harsh tone made Martha whimper. My mother sighed, her face softening. “I’m sorry, darling. But if security don’t let us through soon, we’ll miss our flight. And on top of that, we need to have lunch and I’ll need to change Martha’s diaper.” Mum chuckled, purposely using the American term for Martha’s nappy.
“Ew.” I laughed, half amused and half disgusted. “Thanks for sharing that, Mum.”
“Your welcome.” Mum giggled, her ice blue eyes sparkling like crystals. I realized then that moving to America was Mum’s fantasy and know it was finally coming true, I shouldn’t spoil if for her.
“You may proceed to board the aircraft in twenty-five minutes,” the husky, olive-skinned guard announced, handing us back our passports. “Gate 8L5 is in Terminal 3, over to your left.”
Mum gave him a gracious smile before ushering us over to the gate. Dad followed, rolling two suitcases with the purple duffle slung over his shoulder.
“I’m going into Starbucks for a coffee.” Dad dumped our luggage on the itchy cobalt blue waiting chair beside me. “Do you want anything, Philly?”
“Just a latte, please.” Mum brushed her crease-free silk tunic. “No wait, make that a cappuccino.”
Dad rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just come and check the menu?”
Mum looked hesitative. She stared at my blankly as if I were supposed to tell her what to do. I widened my eyes to tell her I’d be okay waiting with Martha.
“I’ll be right back,” Mum mouthed at me before gliding off in sizzling scarlet ankle boots.
Minutes later, my stomach was growling so fiercely that the old couple opposite me were staring. I tried to conceal my hunger by flicking through one of Mum’s magazines that she had bought from the airport’s newsagent. Nothing really caught my eye except for the glossy pages on dieting. Photographs of super-skinny celebrities snacking on fat-free cakes and sipping fruit smoothies danced around my mind in dizzying circles. They seemed to jeer at me in a taunting way.
I checked my watch. Five minutes had past.
They won’t be too long now, I told myself. They’re just ordering drinks, that’s all.
Ten minutes. I tried to convince myself that there was a queue or one of the cash registers had broken down or something that would have delayed my parents. I was dying of starvation here!
I leaped to my feet, not giving Martha a second thought. She was happily napping in her chair. She’d be fine without me for a few minutes. I sauntered off, glancing at the different cafés. Nothing appealed to me until I spotted a cute little bakery which beckoned me inside with its mouth-watering aroma of chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven.
The place was deserted, except for a single baker girl. She was whistling a tune as she worked. Her white plaid apron was splattered with dough – she even had a speck on her freckly nose. Her white oven mittens matched her oversized pageboy cap. When she saw me, she smiled. Her cute gap-toothed grin and emerald green eyes seemed right with her fair hair, scraped back into a hasty ponytail. She looked familiar but I just couldn’t put my finger on who she looked like.
December 18th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
1. Are you happy with your life?
It’s guh-reat!
2. Do you like a boy?
Yepppp
3. Are you a fun person?
Yep ,well at least i think so
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site?
Nawt sure
5. What’s your fave color?
turquoise
6. Do you wear makeup regularly?
Lip-gloss, mascara andeyeliner
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)?
Covergirl/Maybelline
8. What’s your fave product of makeup?
mascara ah-bvie
9. What kind of hair do you have?
Mostly straight but sometimes a little wavy.
10. What color hair?
dark x 10 brown
11. What is your favorite hair appliance?
hair curler
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
i would nev-ah change the color of my hair
13. What color eyes?
dark x 10 brown
14. Have you ever gotten your eyebrows waxed?
Nope
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else?
why would i?
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best, celeb-wise?
Tyra’s! She always surprises me on ANTM
17. What is your fave article of clothing?
)
Um, that’s like asking me what strand of my hair is my favorite. I have way too many.
- silk halter tops
- cowboy boots
- kitten wedges
- single-strapped dresses (hey it rhymes
- Keds/Converse
list goes awn and awn. . . . .
18. What is your favorite perfume?
love him
Gai Mattiolo foh sure
19. Why do you like the clique books?
What’s there nawt to like? I mean come awn, u’v gawt to be n-sane nawt to like them
20. What’s your fave store?
Macy’s, Holts (even tho very expensive), Aeropostale and BeBes
December 18th, 2009 at 1:06 pm
HEY GUYZ I NO U PROB DONT CARE BUT I M GONNA BE AWAY FOR THE NXT 2 WEEEEKZZZZZZZ YAY!!!! HAVE FUN ON THE BLOG! KEEP ME POSTED WHEN I GET AD
~ JESSSSSS <3
December 18th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
1. Are you happy with your life?
YEAH!!
2. Do you like a boy?
Hav a boyfriend
3. Are you a fun person?
i’d say so..
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site?
iDont use dizz site 2 chat
5. What’s your fave color?
PURPLE!
6. Do you wear makeup regularly?
Yeshh – Lipgloss, Mascara, Eye Shadow
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)?
Maybelline
8. What’s your fave product of makeup?
Lipgloss
9. What kind of hair do you have?
Straight n nice
10. What color hair?
Black
11. What is your favorite hair appliance?
Hair curler
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
Light brown.
13. What color eyes?
Dark dark dark brown
14. Have you ever gotten your eyebrows waxed?
No…buhh surely iWill soonn
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else?
Why would iCopy someone?!?! i’m nawt a wannahbe!
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best, celeb-wise?
Hm…Vannessa Hudgens
17. What is your fave article of clothing?
Uhm…iHave many!
18. What is your favorite perfume?
Britnet Spears Curious
19. Why do you like the clique books?
why would iNawt?
20. What’s your fave store?
Aeropostale, Hollister, Zumies, Forever 21, Hot Topic
December 18th, 2009 at 1:58 pm
FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY
December 18th, 2009 at 2:14 pm
Okk so I live in South Carolina and we barely get snow ice sleet or anything like tghat! so today it was very cold (like freezing) and it was raining and we got out of school early because they were scared of what were happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOODNESS I LOVE LIVING IN THE SOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 18th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
haahaa
December 18th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Heyy!! Anyone there???? I SOOOO HAPPY!! THE WINTER WONDERLAND DANCE AT MY SCHOOL IS TODAY!!
Anyone there?
December 18th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Cool Syd!
December 18th, 2009 at 2:49 pm
hey leah
December 18th, 2009 at 2:52 pm
one of my besttfriends is moving to peru
December 18th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Heyy!!
December 18th, 2009 at 3:01 pm
just for the record i think leahh is like a really pretty name
December 18th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
Thx!!
December 18th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
wanna rp
December 18th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
catlin-that sucks i no how you feel my friend is moving to australia ;((((
December 18th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
I want too..But i have to go…If your still on later tonight ill be back on???
December 18th, 2009 at 3:10 pm
kk
December 18th, 2009 at 3:12 pm
heyyy francesca!!!!!!
December 18th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Mandy- yeah it suck so much
December 18th, 2009 at 3:16 pm
Catlin- I was going to move to Peru cuz my dads in the Army Reserves, but someone else got signed first. I was glad cuz i would really miss my friends. Sorry about your friend. You can call her I guess.
December 18th, 2009 at 3:17 pm
hannahb- yeahh
December 18th, 2009 at 3:46 pm
oh yeah school’s more out than the sept. issue of seventeen magazine w/ Selena Gomez on the cover.
We had an ah-mazing class partay with lots of techno music and dancing and swaying around and twirls and such. . . . it was fun . . . off to my BFFs christmas party 2night ooooooohh gotta glam it up lollers
December 18th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
Part 1- Jake
I called her one more time. I had rung the door bell and even knocked. All the lights were on in the house but there wasn’t a car parked in the driveway. I took hold of the brass doorknob and turned it. The door opened and I walked into the open townhouse. I smiled when I saw sixteen Dakota Carlyle, my girlfriend of 8 months sleeping face down on the worn leather sofa. Her hair was flattened down the back of her large gray sweatshirt that concealed her petitie torso. I smiled at the fact that she was wearing the jeans I bought for her for her birthday. They fit her perfectly.
The flat screen tv was blaring in the background. I looked for the remote but the coffee table was covered in coffee cups and glasses full of half melted ice. I shook Dakota’s shoulder softly. She didn’t wake up.
I shook her a little harder. Her head turned to face me, her eyes closed. Her beautifuly thick, dark eyelashes flickered open. Her deep navy, ocean blue eyes stared up at me.
“Hey Jake,” she smiled at me.
“I missed you,” I leaned over and hugged her closely. I had been in Southern California for the past 5 days, visiting colleges, going to the beach and vacationing. I had missed her like crazy. I only had two days with her until our week-long Thanksgiving break was over. “So where are your parents?” I asked softly.
“Out, I think,” she murmured in a sleepy tone.
“You okay, babe? You look exauhsted.”
“I just need to wake up a little,” she yawned. I sat down on the sofa next to her feet.
For a second I worried that she wasn’t happy to see me. That maybe in those 5 days I had been away she had forgot about me and found someone else. I remembered first seeing her.
The gym was filled with lots of students watching the boys varsity basketball game. I wasn’t focused on the court though, my eyes went to the sidelines. The cheerleaders doing all sorts of crazy stunts and amazing flips. One particular girl with sparkly blue eyes and shiney brown hair being thrown intot he air(In later what I found out was a twist cradle).In just that second I knew that she was strong, imagintive and efortless. From that moment on I knew I wanted her. Days went on and I realized she was everywhere. At lunch, in my gym class playing basketball and volleyball, around the whole highschool campus in between classes.She seemed to be a very outgoing person. She was friendly and funny. I asked her out and we went on date after date. Out for pizza, to the movies, to college basketball games and out to dinner.
Weeks went on and we got more serious. She was only a sophomore and I was a junior. Yet she was perfect. Her age didn’t change anything. We got along so well. I knew we would last. And here we are several months later. Dakota squeezed my hand and I snapped out of it.
“Do you wanna go out?” I asked. She shook her head.
“Let’s just hang out.”
She grabbed my hand and led me up the cream-carpeted stairs to her bedroom. The first door on the left. I took in all the details of her room I had missed. The walls of her room were completely blank and painted pure white. Her princess-like bed was covered in breadspread of espresso and champagne colors. All the mahgony wood on the matching furniture looked as if it had all been polished. The white mac computor was missing from her desk and the window in front of it was cracked open so the cool almost-december air flooded in.
I shut the door quickly and grasped Dakota’s neck with my left hand, I held her face with another. I kissed her cherry red lips softly and warmly, which is what I wanted the whole time we were apart. I want to touch her soft skin and kiss her.
Part 2 Dakota
I woke up the morning we were going back to school. The clock read 7:00. My parents had already left for work. I felt like a complete mess and I only had 20 minutes. The smell of artificial heated air filled my bedroom. A headache started in the back of my head.
I got up and stood in front of the full-length mirror. My big navy blue eyes were bright but started to throb. My deep espresso brown hair was dark and straight but still slightly highlighted with golden blonde pieces from the summer. I got undressed quickly and dressed again in a pair of jeans that were laying on my bedroom floor and a large grey Princeton sweatshirt from my closet. I stared into my reflection as I brushed my hair until it was smooth.
Jake’s car beeped from the driveway and I raced to the front door grabbing my bags on the way. I ran out of the house and into the cold, crisp late fall air. Jake smiled at me. I smiled back, even at the ungodly hour of 7 am. He walked toward me and hugged me close, tightly. I rested my head in his chest.
“Can we please go get coffee?” I asked sweetly.
“Of course,” he smiled even bigger. “We can do anything you want.” Jake grabbed my bags and put them in the back of his black pick up. He was a gentleman like he always was and opened the door for me. I jumped in the seat and clicked my seat belt into place. Jake drove quickly to the closest coffee place.
My heart broke down when I walked in. There was Christopher Bradley, sitting down a table in the corner, his hands grasping a fresh pack of cigarettes. I closed my eyes hoping that it was only a figament of my imagination.
I met Chris when I was in 8th grade and he was a sophomore. He drew me in, so close that I fell in love with him. When I was with him I was happy, estatic. When we were apart for even the shortest time or the moments I was waiting for him to come over my house I was depressed and hopeless. Then that summer he broke my heart. I was devastated. All parts of me wanted to run away and fall apart.
I stood in line in front of the coffee counter hoping he wouldn’t notice me.
“Hey,” said a seductive, velvety voice, really close to my ear
Part 3- Jake
I bit my lip hard, Dakota was taking more time than I thought. I took my keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. I peered inside the glass window of the small-town coffee shop. Someone stood neck to her, his body angled towards hers and his mouth almost on your ear. His hand was placed low on her waist.
This stranger looked very firmiliar. His hair was shaved close to his head, his eyes were very deep set and his nose and chin bones were sharp. My mind opened.
“Chris Bradley,” I muttered through my closed teeth. He was one year my senior and graduated the previous year. The guy who betrayed and hurt Dakota so badly. I walked in hastily-at more of a run.
“Don’t touch her!,” I said angrily. He licked his lips
“I’m not doing anything,” I put his hands up with his and smiled mischieviously.
“Step away from her.”
“No.” Before I knew what I was doing I punched him hard, on the jaw. I grabbed Dakota and we ran out quickly together. We got in the car and I drove off fast, leaving skid marks on the parking lot.
****
I got out of my compisition class and drove home alone. Now I was sitting uncomfortably in a hard wooden chair in front of my desk. It was 3:15, Dakota just started cheerleading and had practice until 5 . I chewed on my pencil as I stared at my wall of photos. I smiled at one in particular.
Part 4-
It was a lazy august night, the sun had set the sky was a deep indigo and the warmth of summer hugged my skin as we walked through the park. We settled down underneath a tree in a patch of grass.
“C’mon let’s take a picture,”I smiled at Dakota. Her big beautiful blue eyes shined up at me and her smooth, milky white skin stood out in the darkness of the night and shadows of the trees. She leaned her head into mine and a snapped a picture quickly. Her head slid down onto my shoulder while her hand rested on my chest. I stared at her small delicate hand. She traced words into my sweatshirt and I read them one after another. My heart went soft and my spine tingled.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
December 18th, 2009 at 4:51 pm
1. Are you happy with your life?
not at the moment
2. Do you like a boy?
yes
3. Are you a fun person?
i think so
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site?
dont talk 2 ppl regularly enough
5. What’s your fave color?
blue
6. Do you wear makeup regularly?
eyeshadow mascara concealer and clear lip gloss
7. If you do, what’s your fave brand(s)?
bobbi brown
8. What’s your fave product of makeup?
mascara and eyeshadow
9. What kind of hair do you have?
stick straight and thick
10. What color hair?
mousy dark brown but i get a full head of blonde highlights
11. What is your favorite hair appliance?
blow dryer
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
darl brown with natural blonde highlights
13. What color eyes?
light brown
14. Have you ever gotten your eyebrows waxed?
yes
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else?
sorta
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best, celeb-wise?
leighton meester
17. What is your fave article of clothing?
jeans
18. What is your favorite perfume?
bright crystal by versace
19. Why do you like the clique books?
cuz massie is a cool girl
20. What’s your fave store?
journey, AE, abercrombie and fitch, lord and taylor
December 18th, 2009 at 6:25 pm
heyy!! anyone there???
December 18th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
okay here is a book try to give your honest opion and constructive critism
ProLouge
Hello my name is Makenna Jane. My last name well lets just say you will find that out later in life. For now you can just call me Makenna. I am not one for formal introductions so here goes nothing. Im a relocated princess from a small country just off the coast of Hawaii. i live in michigan with my aunt and uncle and their two bratty daughters Aleese and Aleesa. My mom and dad still live in my country. Alone. Just with an evil dictator aka Count St. Clare. Anyway i came to michigan in the middle of winter. when it is freezing cold…
Chap 1
As i sat on the bus staring out the window something hit me in the head. i turned to see what hit me and i realized my hair clip came undone. i quickly put it back in as the bus pulled into the school. i was nervous. it was the first day of the second semester. i didnt know anyone and my cousins refused to be near me because i wasnt “cool”. i went to the office and got my schedule. first hour science whoohoo.
***
i walked into the science room to look at the smart board at least i think that is what it was. i saw the new seating assignment i found i was sitting next to someone named alexander. since there was no “a” i assumed it was a boy. great. i walked over and sat down. minutes later alexander waltzed through the door. he was the most gorgeous thing i had ever seen. he had short shaggyish brown hair deep brown eyes and muscles that made the greek gods look weak. he sauntered through the room right toward me. at first i thought i was going to faint then he said in his sweet smooth voice that made Garbrielle the angel look like the idevil,”Hi you must be Makenna im Alexander. and i believe your in sitting in the wrong seat.” i starred at him blankley and he simply pointed at the board. i looked at it. 5 minutes ago i could’ve sworn it said i sat next to alexander. but now it said i sat next to Aleese. great even more fun. just as the late bell rang the second most gorgeous person in the world walked in he had shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. i assumed he was alexanders new lab partner but i wasnt absolutly sure. the teacher said Mitchell you are late. i know he said in a voice almost as smooth as alexander’s.it made me smile being around the cutest people in the world. but then i saw it. he was totally checking out Aleese my sworn evil cousin. great maybe their dating i thought to myself as the smile disappeared from my face. as he sat down and winked at my cousin ii knew this was going to be a loooooooooooooong year.
that is all i have so yeah. hope you liked it
December 18th, 2009 at 8:00 pm
Here are some questions about your personality and the clique books. I want to do a survey about it. Please copy and paste all questions!!!!!! I wrote my answers you can delete those. If you can, can you answer the q’s, Lisi? Please stop doing this by Sunday girls.
@ the bottom say who ur the most like. I’m not the expert so feel free to object to these q’s…….
1. Which girl do you have the most hair color like?
Alicia
2. Who’s personality is the most like yours?
A mix of Massie and Dylan
3. Would you rather have Massie’s or Kristen pet?
Massie’s
4. Who’s mom would you rather have, Claire’s, Alicia’s, or Dylan’s?
Claire’s or Dylan’s mom
5. Who would you want for ur boyfriend, Cam, Josh, Derrick, landon, or Dempsey?
Mix of Cam and Josh
6. Which girl would you want to be the most like?
Kristen because she’s sporty and Massie because she’s the alpha.
Answer for mine.. MASSIE.
December 18th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
YAY! SCHOOLS OUT FOR TWO AND A HALF WEEKS! SO HAPPY!
December 18th, 2009 at 10:27 pm
Hey! can you guys take some time to see my story? its on http://www.royallycharmed.tumblr.com if you want to follow. here’s the first bit.
Riella- Queen Bee of Cerulean Prep. Is secretly not rich, but not poor either. Her fake persona: daughter of the famous film director,(so famous you’ve never heard of her before)Zee Ryans. Single parent only. Lives in a huge mansion on private property.Immensely rich. The reality: Parents are divorced. Mom is left poor. Worked incredily hard to support ‘the family’. Now is of an average status, (not rich not poor). Lives in a luxe apartment building(gift from super rich dad(the divorced)) But mom is fiercely independent and doesn’t allow much contact with dad. One week per month is the most. That one week is when Riella stays over at her dad’s huge house. And thats when she has sleepovers with her friends.
Fashion style: Everything. Trendy to vintage. Has a knack for mixing vintage and thrift store finds with retail store apparels. Pulls every look off impeccably.
Lesia(also known as Lee)- Best friends with Riella. Super rich and very generous. Loves gifting her friends with clothes, jewelry, accessories, etc. Not very smart. Best subjects include design. Secretly jealous of Riella’s status in Cerulean Prep. Assumes command when Riella is sick slash out of school. Principal’s daughter. Always able to get herself and her friends out of trouble with this edge.
Fashion style: classic with a touch of fun and freshness. Say, a Chanel trench coat. Hem it to slightly longer than mid thigh and pair it with cool printed tights. Throw on a pair of platform sandals and grab a self-designed tote. There you go.
Caryn-Best friends with R and L. Daughter of a famous designer. Always uses this to get her and her friends into the most fabulous parties and events. Ditzy on the outside, but secretly incredibly intelligent. Loves music.
Fashion style: Zero. But looks good in everything anyway. Can pull off what most people can’t and looks fabulous always. Even if she wears a sack.
Enter Elle.
Fashion Goddess and reigning queen of her previous school. What will happen when the two queens collide? Will a catfight breakout or will they come out as besties?
Watch this space.
December 19th, 2009 at 7:34 am
1. Which girl do you have the most hair color like?
Alicia
2. Who’s personality is the most like yours?
Dylan and Claire
3. Would you rather have Massie’s or Kristen pet?
Kristen
4. Who’s mom would you rather have, Claire’s, Alicia’s, or Dylan’s?
Dylan
5. Who would you want for ur boyfriend, Cam, Josh, Derrick, landon, or Dempsey?
Cam
6. Which girl would you want to be the most like?
Dylan-She’s fun
Claire-we could have fun without being materialistic
December 19th, 2009 at 8:17 am
Heyy!! Anyone there?
December 19th, 2009 at 9:20 am
i sent u 1an email!!!!! plz reply!!!! happy holidays!!!!
p.s. wat do u celebrate??? like christmas, hannukah…..
December 19th, 2009 at 9:37 am
hey hey im here and i will be for a really long time so leah if you are there we can do some serious roleplaying!
December 19th, 2009 at 9:56 am
heey guys! i was wondering if you guys have any ideas on how to make a uniform look envy-worthy ?
mine is a dark blue tunic, with either a white or blue shirt underneath, and a red tie.
i have a totally cute charm bracelet that i’m getting for christmas , but i need more things !
thanks girlies xox
December 19th, 2009 at 10:01 am
1. Which girl do you have the most hair color like?
massie (:
2. Who’s personality is the most like yours?
i have bits of every girl.
massie – loving to lead
alicia – gossip is my lifee.
kristen – soccer is amazing .
dylan – looove food ♥
claire – i try to be nice and sweet to everyone.
3. Would you rather have Massie’s or Kristen pet?
massie .
pugs are ahdorable.
but i’ll stick with my siamese kitty ♥
4. Who’s mom would you rather have, Claire’s, Alicia’s, or Dylan’s?
dylaan !
5. Who would you want for ur boyfriend, Cam, Josh, Derrick, landon, or Dempsey?
cam is such a sweetie ♥
but i’m C+
so i’d rather have my crush , he’s sweet x10
6. Which girl would you want to be the most like?
massie.
some times i wish i was more confident.
although, i hate how MEAN she can be. I would never do that.
December 19th, 2009 at 10:01 am
Heyy!! Francesca! i have like…an hour and a half or something….Over an hour..
So lets start! We left off where Carlisle asks Leah if she wants Esme to come stay with ehr while she sleeps..Then Leah swaid yes
So its your turn
December 19th, 2009 at 10:03 am
Leah:i’m sorry about this, esme.
(just to be clear, im leah, jake, emmett, alice, carlisle, and i can be seth to, and you are rose, bella, edward, jasper, and esme)
December 19th, 2009 at 10:08 am
Esme: Oh dont be sorry! Its not your fault..Just get some sleep so we can leave tommorow morning..
Esme sits on the chair next to where Leah is trying to sleep
December 19th, 2009 at 10:13 am
Leah falls asleep and Esme stays with her.
(lets go downstairs now, but the wolves and bella are sleeping so its just vampires)
December 19th, 2009 at 10:16 am
Downstairs, Jasper And Alice are putting the packed bags in the cars…Emmett is going on about how he fixed the porshe, and Rose is trying to fit all the makeup under the seats…Edward is looking at a map to see which way they can take with the least trafic.
Rose: IT DOESNT FIT!!
December 19th, 2009 at 10:19 am
Carlisle:I’m guessing you and Alice packed a billion and 1 purses. Put the make up in there rose, and forget about it. Now, i’ve been thinking about a “seating plan” as nothing can possible go right here.
December 19th, 2009 at 10:22 am
francesca c & leah- ive been reading your fan fiction from time to time, and i was wondering where are they going, cuz it keeps talking about leaving and packing?
December 19th, 2009 at 10:24 am
jill-im pretty sure we have them going to woods in canada and there going to camp out there, as a precaution.
December 19th, 2009 at 10:25 am
Rose: Fine…And its only 50!…each..
Edward: Carlisle, the seating plan could be…Bella,jake and me in one car..Rose Emmett,Seth in another…Alice and Jasper in the Porshe..You esme and Leah in another….
December 19th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Carlisle: Reading my mind isn’t helping Edward. And i know you were, because thats exactly what i was tihnking. Me and Esme in the mercedes. I want Leah with us. Then Alice and Jazz in the porsche, Emmett and Rose with Seth in the jeep, and then…i hate to say this but.. Edward and Bella with jake in the volvo.
December 19th, 2009 at 10:33 am
francesca c- precaution to what?
December 19th, 2009 at 10:34 am
jill-alice saw bad things happening to them
December 19th, 2009 at 10:35 am
Edward: Srry Carlisle but your kinda screaming it at me… Either way thats whats going to work..
Rose: Me? With….seth? ugh
December 19th, 2009 at 10:37 am
Emmett: Me? With…seth? FANTASTIC!
Carlisle: It doesn’t help with you being all excited about this, y’know…
Emmett: Do you want me to be all emo like Edward?
O.0
December 19th, 2009 at 10:39 am
francesca c- what kind of bad things did she see? ( srry about all of the questions)
December 19th, 2009 at 10:39 am
Edward: I am not Emo..Im worried…
Jasper: Rose, im sure it will be fine…He doesnt smell THAT bad…well…you can get used to it…
December 19th, 2009 at 10:41 am
Carlisle: If Jasper can stand Bella(no offense) then you can put up with Seth.
Emmett: Well we once had a bella-jasper incident.
December 19th, 2009 at 10:45 am
Edward growls sharply at Emmett.
Edward: What happend to not talking about that?
Jasper: Yeah…dont talk about that..i still feel bad…anyways…were done packing so whats next?
December 19th, 2009 at 10:49 am
Carlisle: First on the list: Not killing each other. Second on the list: Not killing Bella. Third on the list: Not killing the wolves! I get it guys, i really do! But- He gets cut off when Alice falls to the floor.
December 19th, 2009 at 10:51 am
Everyone: Alice!!! Whats wrong!??
They All Run over to her side…Carlisle and jasper closest to her head, the rest by her small little feet..
Jasper: Alice? (no responce) Alice!
December 19th, 2009 at 10:55 am
Emmett pries Jasper off Alice.
Carlisle: Alice?
No response
Carlisle: Edward? Whats she seeing?
(stick with the plot line)
December 19th, 2009 at 11:00 am
Edward: I..I…I dont know…1st she saw the same thing over again…with the fire…..Then she saw it happen…here….She got really worried as Jasper felt…But then she saw AGAIN at the orignal spot….It doesnt make sense.
Rose: well im confused! I have no idea what you just said Edward..Is it going to happen here or not?
Edward: I dont know..shes not thinking anything right now..
December 19th, 2009 at 11:03 am
carlisle: Edward, i really have no idea what you just said. Can you try again?
(i have no idea what you mean!)
December 19th, 2009 at 11:07 am
( me neither! my sister wrote that! pertend that didnt happen k?)
Edward: She saw everyone dead AGAIN…Only this time she was watching it happen…The probleme is she couldnt see WHAT was killing everyone…
December 19th, 2009 at 11:09 am
Carlisle: We’re missing the key part here-
Alice: I got it!
Alice shouted
Every looks at her
Alice: I can see us dieing, but not whos doing it. Which means there going to kill us, but who they don’t know yet! That means a force is working together! Do you guys get that?
December 19th, 2009 at 11:12 am
UGH!! My mom is letting my sister go on the computar!! UGH! ! I Am sooo mad at her!!
K…i have to go…REALLY SRRY!!!!
Talk to you later!!
Byez!
(UGH!)
December 19th, 2009 at 11:14 am
kk sry
December 19th, 2009 at 11:17 am
hey everyone!
December 19th, 2009 at 11:22 am
hey francesca
December 19th, 2009 at 11:29 am
hii I am sooo bored for some reason I don’t really feel like working on my story
December 19th, 2009 at 1:11 pm
Happy holidays to you too Lisi
anyway, can everyone who reads this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check out my friends blog at sydneyrobbert.weebly.com!!! She just started it and would love viewers! Thanks!
December 19th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
hI HI PEOPLE WHATS GOING ON?crap all capitols
December 19th, 2009 at 3:45 pm
nothing .U?
December 19th, 2009 at 4:55 pm
Hi hi people what is going on?
December 19th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
OMGGG GIRLIESSSS THERE IS A COMPUTER IN MY HOTEL BUT THEY TIME U U R ONLY ALOUD 10 FREE MINUTES A DAY AND THE COMPUTERS R RLLLLLLLLY SLOW
CYAAAA L8RRR
<3333
JESSSSSSSSS
December 19th, 2009 at 5:35 pm
heyy is anyone heree?
December 19th, 2009 at 6:07 pm
hiiii
omg i feel bloated i just ate 2 bowls of mac n cheese
December 19th, 2009 at 8:23 pm
My sister asked me this trick question,”Would you like to take the stupid test?…What is the color of the sky?… What do you eat soup with?… What was the first qestion I asked you?… After I got that WRONG, I decided to look up more… see if you can answer that first.
December 19th, 2009 at 8:23 pm
oh my bro did that to me! ITS SO STUPID.
December 19th, 2009 at 8:26 pm
..whats the answer?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:27 pm
Oh the answer was “do you want to take the stupid test?”
December 19th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
Did you get it right the first time?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
No…
December 19th, 2009 at 8:29 pm
You can redeem yourself with this one…”Johnny’s mother had four children. The first was April, the second was May, and the third was June. What was the name of her fourth child?”
December 19th, 2009 at 8:32 pm
justine-JULY??
December 19th, 2009 at 8:33 pm
Johnny
December 19th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
See? I’m SUPER smart lol
December 19th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
Francesca C got it!
December 19th, 2009 at 8:34 pm
You are driving a bus. Four people get on, three people get off, then eight people get on and ten people get off, then 6 people get on and 2 more people get off. What color were the bus driver’s eyes?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:36 pm
Brown.
My eyes are brown:)
December 19th, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Dan it! Ok… heres another…
Say silk five times, spell silk, what do cows drink?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:38 pm
*Darn it*
December 19th, 2009 at 8:39 pm
water
December 19th, 2009 at 8:40 pm
I’m really good at this
December 19th, 2009 at 8:41 pm
GRRRRRR! What do you put in a toaster?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:42 pm
bread!!!
December 19th, 2009 at 8:44 pm
How could all of your cousins have an aunt who is not your aunt?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:47 pm
Ummm…they aren’t blood related?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:48 pm
Your mom!!!!
December 19th, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Stumped you for a minute… ok… one more…There was an airplane crash, every single person died, but two people survived. How is this possible?
December 19th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
Because they were a married couple. I read it like 30 times then it just clicked.
December 19th, 2009 at 8:55 pm
Ya! I have to go bye bye!
December 19th, 2009 at 8:56 pm
Ha.
December 19th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
does anyone on here like to run? (:
December 19th, 2009 at 9:07 pm
Heyy Lisi
I absolutely ah-dore your writing and I’m such a big fan!!!!
I was wondering if you could give me a birthday shout out because my birthday is on January 6!!! the day ur gonna blah-g on!! It would make my birthday SO much more special. Please and Thank You
Pooja
December 20th, 2009 at 3:51 am
Hey guys, does anyone here have Polyvore? If you want to see my Profile click on my name
December 20th, 2009 at 6:44 am
Hellooo ppeople!
I have a polyvore
December 20th, 2009 at 9:22 am
WHAT is a POLYVORE?!
December 20th, 2009 at 11:10 am
Hey girlie girls!
Oy vey I haven’t been on here in MONTHS. I feel bad now.
A polyvore is a website where you can make outfits on:)
It’s quite fun.
Mine is J.e.s.s.i.c.a. , except I haven’t been on in FOREVR. Too addicted to facebook ;]
Soooooo what’s new lay-dees?
December 20th, 2009 at 11:27 am
Hey Lisi, I have a question.
But i don’t think you will read this because you are super busy and all.
But it’s worth a try.
Are or have you written the second alphas?
Is there even going to be one?
If there is, when is it planning to come out?
Oh && has bffn started filming yet?
Because Elizabeth McLaughlin on FB said that it finished filming.
And that seems fishy because i havent seen it on imdb at all.
well, if you can respond that would be great!
if not, i’m not giving up. :]]
December 20th, 2009 at 11:38 am
kathy- the 2nd alphas is called movers and fakers and its supposed to come out around april it think.
December 20th, 2009 at 11:40 am
Hay everyone!!
December 20th, 2009 at 11:40 am
Hay everyone!!
December 20th, 2009 at 11:57 am
1. Which girl do you have the most hair color like?
Alicia. Our hair is both black and glossy!
2. Who’s personality is the most like yours?
I like to think I have a little of each PC member’s personality in me.
Massie: Has ah-mazing ideas (that’s me, LOL!)
Claire: I try to be kind to everyone
Alicia: Passion for dancing, gossip and dark-haired dudes like Josh Hotz (shhh!)
Kristen: There’s not much of a Kristen in me apart from us both being bookworms
Dylan: I heart snacking!
3. Would you rather have Massie’s or Kristen pet?
Probably Massie’s. Bean is so ah-dorable! Anyway, I don’t think you can buy clothes for cats, can you? That’s what the catsuit was invented for.
4. Who’s mom would you rather have, Claire’s, Alicia’s, or Dylan’s?
Claire’s is really sweet and thoughtful and Dylan’s is a little kooky (in a good way!) but I’d have to choose Alicia’s.
5. Who would you want for ur boyfriend, Cam, Josh, Derrick, Landon, or Dempsey?
Josh! Given! I ah-dore him x 100!
6. Which girl would you want to be the most like?
Alicia…she has Josh Hotz! Hehe.
December 20th, 2009 at 12:43 pm
heyy everyone!
December 20th, 2009 at 1:14 pm
is anyone on?
December 20th, 2009 at 1:33 pm
heyyy heyyys
December 20th, 2009 at 2:13 pm
Francesca- In that riddle thing how did you know the bus drivers eyes were brown?
December 20th, 2009 at 2:24 pm
hey!!! i havent been on here in soooo long!!! any1 on?? =]
December 20th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Im gonna post some more of my story Puzzle Pieces i cant remember wut chapter i posted last though so tell me if i accidentally skipped one alright here is chapter 21 22 and wut i have finished of 23 =]
Chapter 21: That One Text Message
Danny’s P.O.V.
Do you want to honestly know how I feel right now? Okay then. Brace yourself.
I. Feel. Like. Shit.
Yup. There it is. I couldn’t have found any more profound words to describe these feelings that I have right now. And let me tell you, I don’t feel this way because I am locked inside a hospital room for head injuries. Yeah that sucks, but I would much rather deal with the doctors poking at me than my world completely crumbling down after everything I’ve done. Yeah, so you could say I hadn’t really had time to prepare myself for that one text message that changed everything.
Madelyn’s P.O.V.
Want to know what I look like right now? Okay then, just remember you asked.
I look like a raccoon in a water park.
Yeah. That pretty much sums it all up, but let me further explain because obviously, I am not literally a raccoon nor in a water park.
I am sobbing my eyes out right now. Crying more fierce than ever before. And even though I hate to say it, that includes the day my mom died. Because when my mom died, there wasn’t anyone to blame but bad luck. This time, there was something, rather someone, to blame.
Me.
For sending that one text message that changed everything.
Chapter 22: White Rooms and Dark Memories
Danny’s P.O.V.
I had just woken up again. Yes, again. All I’ve been doing for the past three days is sleeping. At least I can’t feel any pain when I’m unconscious. Well, until I start dreaming about her. Most people would say I was having nightmares, because these dreams cause me pain too, but to me they are still dreams. Everything is a dream with her there.
I hear the song “These Days” by Rascal Flatts, a country group, playing on the hospital radio. I had my nurse change it from some freaking oldies station to 95.5, but honestly, maybe the oldies station wasn’t so bad compared to hearing this song. I mean come on, it’s great, but it’s so depressing. And so true.
When I listen to songs, I hear more than the music, unlike many upon many people that listen to music. I hear the lyrics, the mood, the tension, the suffering. I hear the song. I hear the story.
For this song, the story is my life. That’s happened to me before, listening to a song that completely and utterly spells out my life. But it’s never been such a depressing song before.
I wake up, and teardrops, they fall down like rain. I pull out that old song we danced to and then, I head off to my job, guess not much has changed. Punch the clock, head for home, check the phone, just in case. Go to bed, dream of you, that’s what I’m doing these days.
Very unman like, and involuntary I might add, teardrops fall down my cheeks like the rain just as the song had told.
It doesn’t surprise me though. Every time I wake up that happens. It scares the crap out of my mom and all the nurses, but I assure them I’m fine- the biggest damn lie ever told by anyone- and the doctor comes in and assures them that I am indeed “fine”, but just exhausted. By then they get me something to eat and I fall asleep again. That has been the routine for the past three days, and if I have any say, that’s how I’ll live me whole freakin life if things stay like this.
Although, that might be hard once I get out of this sanitary prison. Then I’ll have to go back to school, well after my three-day suspension. That will be pure living bloody hell. Huh. Bloody living hell? Am I becoming British?
Whatever.
How am I supposed to go back to school? How am I suppose to hold myself together that long? How will I be able to sit by her in cooking?
More tears.
Damn it.
My life will literally become the song then. I mean for God’s sake, for my life to become the song all it takes is to: wake up and immediately start crying like there’s no tomorrow, check, pull out our song and listen to it, check-you don’t know how many times I’ve pulled my Ipod out and just listened to “Only You Can Love Me This Way” by Keith Urban-go to my job which would be school, not done…yet, leave school in a hurry, that will be the case when I go to school, go home and check the phone, check-hell I’ve been checking my phone like every two minutes in case I have a new message, and then go to bed to dream of her and start the cycle in the morning again. Well the last one is obviously a check to.
So to put in short, once I got to school, my life is the most depressing song known to man.
Great.
Even now, as I realize all of this, there are still two things that linger through my mind, that have been, quite frankly, these past days in the hospital.
What she is up to now.
And why she broke up with me.
Madelyn’s P.O.V.
I was back in the narrow alley path. I was now up to my neck in not just snow, hard, frozen snow. I couldn’t twist or turn or move my neck in any direction what-so-ever. The thing that really had me peeved at this point was I wasn’t facing either two of the not-so-strange-strangers, but instead looking in the middle. Now what’s so annoying about that? Well, one, I could sense the need for judgment, a time for choosing and deciding. Perhaps if I were just barely leaning in one direction towards one person, I would know hey, choose that person. But no. Now what else has this leaving me fried? I could see each figure form out of either corner of either eye. Out of my left eye, I was able to see the male on his knees reaching for me. Over on the right side I saw the woman, hand extended in my direction. There was silence, and it was so freaking loud I could barely stay sane. I had to hear something, to let me know I was alive; there was a way out.
I screamed unsuccessfully into the air.
Nothing.
I tried again, screaming at what only felt to me as the top of my lungs, with not a reaction in hearing shot.
That’s when something clicked. Something had changed between my scream and then. I then realized.
I could hear.
The wind whistling loudly and the sound of cars and the outside world. I still couldn’t bend my neck, but out of the corner of my left eye, I could make out the end of the alley. It was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I smiled.
But then I looked back at the end of the alley. I felt something tug at me when I saw the woman trying to move closer, but being held back by an invisible force. I wanted to stay.
But I wanted to go.
Then I finally got the last piece of the puzzle when the two silent familiar figures said in unison, “Madelyn.”
I shot out of bed and sobbed. I knew. I knew I knew. But yet, I didn’t know. Where had I heard those voices? Think Madelyn, think.
I willed myself to reach deep inside me to figure out what I was missing. What was it? I knew those voices. I loved those voices. I craved to hear them again, because I hadn’t heard either in so long.
So long.
But how could I possibly recognize these sounds and voice patterns but not be able to place them with their bodies and persons. How couldn’t I match them up with their souls?
I wanted to kick myself. So I did. I heard somebody scream. Then I felt the throbbing pain in my leg and realized then it had been my voice. I covered my mouth afraid to make another sound.
Nothing stirred in the house.
I relaxed a little then checked the damage.
Shit.
I had bruised myself pretty bad. No, not pretty bad. Really bad. It was already forming and purple was outlining the sides. Great. The thing was probably as bug as a softball. Smart move Madelyn, smart move.
Although, it had felt kind of good, just to release the anger and frustration and hate. I was so mad at myself that I was now reduced to beating myself up about everything…literally.
I shook my head in disgust. I was becoming tired of my witchy attitude. I wanted things to go back to normal, but I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. Not after I made a huge mistake by breaking up with Danny Reagan.
O God.
My stomach flipped and kicked and squirmed at the thought of him. What had I done? I had broken up with the one person I cared about more than myself or Dad, and I did it for no good reason.
And through a freakin text message none-the-less.
I was worse than those guys who only go out with girls to get some. Which was really sad.
I knew what I had to do, even if the results varied.
I needed to call him.
Not text, not email, but I really needed to call him. Maybe it was just to hear his voice again, but still, I felt like I owed him that.
So I ran down the stairs to the living room, and snatched the phone off the hook on the white plaster wall.
But before I could punch in that first number, the phone came alive in my hands. I hit the “talk” button and answered with a firm: “Hello?” anxious to get off the phone just get back on again.
Man: Is this the residence of Madelyn Taylor?
Madelyn: Yes, sir, who may I ask is speaking?
Man: This is Doctor Marks from St. Nathan’s Hospital.
My heart raced at a speed of what seemed to me like a million miles per hour, if there is such thing.
Madelyn: What’s wrong?
I didn’t even bother to make small talk; I knew that you didn’t get a call from a doctor unless something was terribly wrong with one of your family members. I learned that from personal experience.
Dr. Marks: There seems to have been a little bit of a, um, disagreement with a group of boys. One of them is currently here for some not so minor head injuries. He’s not recovering like we planned. He should be getting better, but he isn’t making progress. He shows no signs of wanting to get better. My last resort was to ask him what would possibly get him to act alive again, something I don’t like to do because it may show signs of being unsure to the patient. He just simply said “Madelyn Taylor” and threw his cell phone my way. I looked through the contact list and found your name. I tried your cell phone first, but it didn’t go through. Luckily there was a home number because if there wasn’t I’m not sure this young man would’ve spoken again, it’s even a miracle he spoke your name due to the fact he hasn’t been speaking. Anyways, you are needed, Madelyn, for the well being of this boy’s health. I would really appreciate if you came by. Visiting hours are from three to seven tonight, and the room number is two hundred seven in the east wing.
I felt a lump in my throat, and my mouth was as dry as sandpaper. I could barely rasp out the last few words before I hung up on Dr. Marks and dashed out the door to catch the next bus to St. Nathan’s.
Madelyn: What’s his name.
Dr. Marks: Oh yes, of course. The boy is Mr. Daniel Reagan.
That’s when I slammed the phone back on its spot on the wall and made a beeline to the front door, not even remembering a coat…or a sweatshirt…or shoes. All I had on while I was running through the new fallen snow that I hadn’t even seen fall was a gray spaghetti strap tank top, hot pink Soffee shorts, and a pair of gray Old Navy flip-flops.
Danny’s P.O.V.
I have my Ipod out now, fresh from having new songs downloaded to it, courtesy of Mom. Thanks, Mom.
I had her download every sad, terrible, painful Rascal Flatts song that there was. I don’t know why, but I had become addicted to the suffering that lingered through their lyrics in certain instances.
Instances like the song “Holdin On”, the song I was actually tuning into at the moment. I closed my eyes and a familiar image of Madelyn clouded my thoughts and took over, driving me wild.
He’s holdin’ on to the wheel. To the way she made him feel. To the shifter to the pictures. Every precious moment with her. Like the left behind colors in the sky. When the sun is gone. He’s holdin’ on. Oh he’s holdin’ on.
I drummed my fingers to the beat on the side railing attatched to my rock hard hospital bed. Not opening my eyes, knowing if I did, her vision would be gone, and I’d be alone once again.
The song played on for another minute or so-who keeps track?-and then switched to another sad song, “Why”.
I sigh and listen, this song not being familiar to me. I feel better when I know the lyrics to a song so it’s no wonder I was feeling a little more down. I listened in carefully trying to find the hidden message trying to be sent to the listener. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Suicide.
The word ran through my mind at a million miles a second. That one word was becoming so intruging to me. It was just so powerful, so interesting. I just had to think about it more.
So I thought more.
Was that the answer? Nobody said after all that I had to stay here in this pain. I could leave this living hell anytime I wanted. It was like an escape. A sweet sweet merciful escape from the pain…
NO!
I could not believe I was thinking suicide. What kind of drugs did they have me on anyways? I was going crazy! I couldn’t believe it. I was definitely on something. I just can’t believe I’d be stupid enough to think that.
What about my mom? What about my dad? What about the basketball team? What about me?
I couldn’t just up and leave. I was completely disgusted with myself for even thinking about it for one second. On account of suicide is the most selfish act anyone could possibly commit. I was ashamed.
I decided right then and there that I wasn’t going to listen to anymore of these depressing songs. I was going to snap out of it, act like I was actually alive, and I was going to do the most daring thing I could have ever come up with.
I decided right then and there that I was going to get over and finally forget everything having to do with Madelyn Taylor.
Yeah, that was it. I opened my eyes so that I could release myself from that mental picture of her I had conjured up in my head. I was only to do so to have her wet with snow, freezing cold, standing right in front of me, green eyes now blood red and full of tears.
Damn.
Chapter 23: Strikes One, Two, Three You’re Out…
Madelyn’s P.O.V.
` I ran as fast as my frozen feet would take me. I ran and ran and ran and ran. I was out of breath by the time I reached the bus stop, where the bus was just now closing it’s wide, frosted, glass doors.
“Wait!” I wailed, my arms flying in every possible direction.
December 20th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
Ashleigh – I love your story please write some more!
December 20th, 2009 at 3:04 pm
Ill be back later I have to study for exams
December 20th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Heyyy
December 20th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Hi I’m working on my story
December 20th, 2009 at 3:13 pm
Hannah-Because my eyes are brown it it says you’re driving a bus what color are the bus drivers eyes and so my eyes are brown.
December 20th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
ohhhhh i see. Okay ha i was like wow you are so smart!
December 20th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
i just listened to she wolf by shakira its an amazing song
December 20th, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Hey!
I finally got my laptop! It’s a beautiful HP!!!!! Ah!!
December 20th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
Francesca C – I know that song is fun but the music video is a little out there! lol but its good
December 20th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
Francesca C – I know that song is fun but the music video is a little out there! lol but its good
December 20th, 2009 at 5:13 pm
Hey Ya’ll Anyone on????
December 20th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
I have a problem would any of you care to help?
December 20th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
You too Lisi
Anyone on? Let’s chat like Lisi suggested!
1. Are you happy with your life?
Yes!!
2. Do you like a boy?
Nope. Except Justin Bieber haha.
3. Are you a fun person?
ummm yes
4. Who are your BFF’s on this site?
never chat on here.
Actually I don’t have any
5. What’s your fave color?
Green
6. Do you wear makeup regularly?
Yes but not alot
7. What’s your fave clothing brand(s)?
Ummm i have lots! haha
8. What’s your fave product of makeup?
Eyeshadow probably
9. What kind of hair do you have?
Straight as a board.
10. What color hair?
Light, ashy brown.
11. What is your favorite hair appliance?
Um, don’t use any really..haha so all!
12. What color hair do you wish you had?
I like mine, or dark brown. Or brown with red highlights
13. What color eyes?
Dark Brown, but amber-y brown in the sun.
14. Have you ever gotten your eyebrows waxed?
Nope. I have really nice eyebrows.
15. Have you ever gotten your hair cut to copy someone else?
Nope, not from anyone I know personally. but like celebs or a magazine or something.
16. Who’s haircut do you think is the best, celeb-wise?
Um, i like a ton of celebs hair. Shanae Grimes, the olsen twins, taylor momsen, many. haha
17. What is your fave article of clothing?
Tops or skinny jeans
18. What is your favorite perfume?
OMG I have tons, I don’t use just one I switch it up! I love Daisy by Marc Jacobs, Juicy Couture, Ginger Essence by Origins, the Benefit Crescent Row perfumes..more.
19. Why do you like the clique books?
They are amazing, they take you to this catty world I think is interesting. Haha, the fashion too, and the characters
20. What’s your fave store?
Anthropologie && Urban Outfitters
December 20th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Well no ones on so Goodnight My Girlies wish me luck on my midterms!
December 20th, 2009 at 6:58 pm
Jaxxy-Aww i really want(and need) a laptop
Francesa-yeah i told my friends to listen to itbut do not watch the video(what happens if theres a parent in the room)
Regan-I’ll help
December 20th, 2009 at 7:09 pm
Monday-School
Tuesday-field trip
Wednesday-School till 2 o’clock!
Then-Thursday i’m free! No more stupid school for over a week ya ya ya!
December 20th, 2009 at 7:50 pm
Hey Lisi. What would u do abouta shoe off-y friend just wondering.
December 20th, 2009 at 7:50 pm
Hey Lisi. What would u do abouta shoe off-y friend just wondering.
December 20th, 2009 at 11:15 pm
Happy Holidays!!! Luv u lisi!! Happy New Years!!!!
December 20th, 2009 at 11:15 pm
Happy Holidays!!! Luv u lisi!! Happy New Years!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 7:09 am
@Francesca C
Okay so my best friend Jordan and i have a problem. Our other friend Sara quit talking to us and when we say hi to her it takes several Hi Sara’s to get her attention and we know shes not deaf. We can’t figure out why and she wont talk to us at all even when shes in a group of our friends to and you can tell they feel bad and we can’t remember doing anything to piss her off. Honestly we gave up trying to get her to talk to us but its pissing us off anymore and its rather rude. I honestly don’t care that she doesn’t talk to us anymore besides to fact its rude but I’m not sure how to tell her that…….All my other friends think that shes a bitch but I never saw it and now I do….
December 21st, 2009 at 11:02 am
hey gurrls
this is kinda a prequel to my other story ( if you haven’t read it, scroll up) ^^^^^
my first story, it was based on the move. this one is based on how the four BFFs met and how they formed their clique, kinda like CAD i was thinking of having it published but am nawt sure so pleezzz comment and critique!!
Sacrifices: The Life of Anna Rectler
Ever heard a place called Charlottetown located in Prince Edward Island (P.E.I.), Canada?
Well, that’s where our story takes place, well for the first couple parts.
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Charlottetown
The Local Farmer’s Market
Saturday, October 6th
10:14 am
If someone had looked down on planet earth, North America, Canada, East Coast, P.E.I., Charlottetown, the local farmer’s market early Saturday morning, you would’ve seen many people in plaid scarves and souvenir store bought hoodies, sipping fresh apple cider and buying fresh produce and freshly squeezed fruit juices. But what stood out among this mass was a single red-headed twelve year old girl with alluring emerald green eyes. Those eyes of hers, which beyond the attention-catching green exterior, looked like it contained a mysterious secret that only she possessed the power to know; making anyone checking her out feel on the outside of an inside joke. She was wearing a red checkered cow-girl button up shirt, ripped and tattered jeans with mud stains on it, her lucky tan caramel cowboy boots with the pearls along the side and hair was tied up in a messy bun, which from afar, looked like a red carpet ready hair ‘do. Fall was fast approaching and with that came the harvest season, Anna’s favourite time of the whole entire year. She loved how fresh everything was; the strawberries a bright poppy red, the oranges looking like they were the color of the setting sun, the peaches resembling unrealistic substances because of their exuberant color: the yellow, mixed with the cherry red, and the lovely orange hue blended together perfectly, making the peaches look like a work of art. This year, she was especially excited because for the first time in Charlottetown history, they were going to have an end of fall harvest party at the downtown square. Everyone was gonna be there, bringing with them dishes made with the fresh produce from the harvest, including over twenty different kinds of pies, tarts, cake, bread, pudding, yogurt, soups, stir-fry, salads, and veggie/fruit platters with homemade dip. But the cherry on top was the performance part. They were going to have some local talented singers/musicians play at the party, while locals enjoyed the remaining produce from harvest season. Anna was right now with her two friends, Sally-Mae Roberts and Harley Bethins, frantically searching for the Performance Sign-Up Sheet. First come first served. The harvest party was in almost a month, but the Harvest Committee wanted to know in advance who would be performing what.
“Ohmagawsh, is that it?”, Harley shout-pointed to the near distance. Anna and Sally-Mae followed her straight finger to a pack of people that were crowding around . . . . a guy handing out free spicy sausages on sticks.
“Ohmagawsh Frrrrrrrrrrreebies!!” Sally-Mae shrieked, grabbed Harley’s hand, and sprinted to the sausage stand as if Adam Lambert were there performing.
Anna considered following them, but finding the sign-up sheet was more important to her. Ughhhh where was it??? She had never performed in front of a huge crowd before, and she was aching to try it. What would it be like, having all eyes on me? She thought. After speed-walking for five more minutes, she still couldn’t find it. Now she felt alone, pathetic and distressed. She was an easily emotional child and things like these triggered those salty tears to flow.
December 21st, 2009 at 11:51 am
heyy! Anyone there??
December 21st, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Hi hi hi hi hi
December 21st, 2009 at 1:44 pm
hello gurlies!
December 21st, 2009 at 2:27 pm
Happiness
Old traditions
Love
Interesting family
Days of pleasure
Appealing time consuming activities
Yesterday, today, tomorrow are all fun
Star light star bright first star i see on christmas eve night
December 21st, 2009 at 2:46 pm
ONE MORE DAY OF SCHOOL TILL VACATION! YAAYYY!!!!!! hehe I had to let that out
December 21st, 2009 at 2:48 pm
OMG!!! Ashleigh!!!!Its you!! I started reading Puzzle Pieces a while back and now I just discovered it again!!! OMG I love it !
:(:( Please update your site so i dont have ta keep looking between blah-gs to find the story, thx g2g
Are you gonna end it now?
December 21st, 2009 at 2:49 pm
Today we had regular classes. Tomorrow we have a field trip so no classes or hw!
On wednesday we have no classes we have a concert, talent show, and an hour of reading, still no hw!
December 21st, 2009 at 3:07 pm
Chapter 3
Cindy dabbed at her tear-stained face and her smeared mascara with a silk handkerchief and tossed it on the ground. Alexis was being totally unreasonable. What about all the times Alexis gushed about how cute Derek Anders was? What was her excuse? Uch, get a hold of yourself, Cindy. Stop talking to yourself! She thought. Cindy shook her head. She turned back towards the antique vanity that sat in her bathroom and fluffed her hair. Connor was due to pick her up on his older brother’s mini bike. Chad Gollam was hot, but a freshman and way out of her league.
After a dab of gloss and a quick once-over of herself in the mirror,
Cindy grabbed her iPhone and started to dial Alexis’ number, but stopped after the first three digits. Alexis is out of my life and I’m just going to have to forget. I’m better off without her, anyways.Cindy kept repeating this to herself, hoping that she would eventually start to believe what she was saying. It wasn’t working.
“Honey, your little friend Connor is here!” Melissa Pleasant knocked on her daughter’s ajar bedroom door and let herself in. Cindy rolled her eyes, smoothed her skirt, grabbed her BCBG beaded clutch, and ran out to the front yard to greet Connor.
Connor sat on the mini bike while cracking open a Diet Coke can. Cindy was disgusted at how he managed to act so nonchalant in front of a girl. Did he think that seeing his almost-girlfriend wasn’t worth dressing up for? Dismissing the thought from her mind like an Etch-A-Sketch, she strutted towards him slowly, her high heels clicking against the dark stone path.
“Hello, Connor.” Cindy strutted towards him, making sure to wiggle her hips.
“Hey, Cindy.” He whipped the empty Coke can at a nearby hedge and stepped off the bike. “ Yeah, I just thought that I’d come and say hi.” He picked at a scab on the back of his hand. But he could have been barfing up clam chowder for all Cindy cared. He looked hot.
“Umm, you look awfully dressed up for a Saturday at home.” Connor scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. Cindy slapped herself on the inside. How could she have been so stupid? She had only found out that Connor was coming the other day when she was spying on him from behind a bush in the courtyard of Govermont Academy for Boys. He was chatting with Phillip McAdams and it was supposed to be a surprise visit.
“Yeah, well I just got back from Natalie’s house. I usually have plans on Saturdays. You’re luck you caught me while I was still at home. I was just about to go out for dinner.” Cindy lied while checking out what he was wearing.
Connor’s tanned, muscular legs were covered until right above the knee with khaki cargo shorts and his freckled shoulders supported a faded Beatles t-shirt with his heavy football letterman jacket. Ewwww… Cindy thought. She was in DKNY, Louis Vuitton, and BCBG, and the best he could do was (so last season) vintage leather?
“I should probably get going,” Cindy sighed and looked away. She could hear him searching for something to say.
“Well, umm, who are you going to dinner with?” Connor offered.
“Oh, just my family. My sister’s home from college.” Sigh. There was a trace of wispy disappointedness in her voice that made her sound innocent and sad in a hot way.
“Well, could I, uh, come to dinner with you guys?” Cindy could practically hear Connor’s palms get sweaty as he asked to go out with her.
“Well,” Cindy turned back to him and flipped her hair. “I suppose I could ask my mom, but I don’t know.” Cindy smiled sweetly. “Let me check.” She skipped towards the house and closed the heavy wooden french door behind her. After catching her breath, she shuffled across the smooth marble kitchen flooring and slid over to her mom.
“Ma, Connor wants to go out to dinner with me tonight. Is that okay?” Cindy prayed for a yes.
Mrs. Pleasant tapped her lip and looked up as if she were searching for a lost memory.
“Well,” She started slowly. “I guess that would be okay. But no kissing, and you have to be home by nine. And don’t go anywhere too expensive, since the boy always pays.” She warned.
“Thanks, Mom!” Cindy grinned and bolted off. So what if the date could only be a few hours long? It was something! I’d rather have a hot boyfriend than unappreciative friends any day! Cindy thought to herself.
Once outside, Cindy closed the door, fluffed her hair, and turned to face Connor. Oh, crap! This was supposed a family dinner with her mom! Oh, well. Cindy thought. She’d wing it.
“She said yes, but she said that something came up and that it’ll just be me,” She stepped closer and started playing with his hair. “And you.” She finished quietly.
Cindy felt bad for resorting to these kind of mind games, but she had no choice! It was her mission to prove to Alexis that she had more fun with her boyfriend than she did with her.
“Well,” Connor asked like he was waiting for something. “Hop on!” he patted the seat on the bike beside him. She grinned and pulled the sweaty helmet over her perfect dirty-blonde hair. Once on the bike, she sat behind him and grabbed onto his waist. She considered lying her head down on his back, but it was only the first date.
“So, where do you want to go? I know this great place called Puraku. They have the best sushi.” Connor said quietly over the gentle purr of the bike. Cindy giggled. “I don’t know, I guess we could go.”
“All right then,” he gently picked up the speed and within a minute, they pulled into the parking lot of a shady looking brick building with a flickering neon sign that read Puraku fine Japanese cuisine.
Inside, they sat down in a maroon vinyl booth and waited to be served.
“Hallo, can I take yoh ohdah?” a young woman walked up to the booth and asked them in a thick Japanese accent.
“Hey, I’ll have a large order of California rolls for me and the lady to share.” Connor winked at the waitress. He hooked his arm around Cindy and leaned back, smiling. Cindy was impressed at how her guy was so carefree. But then, he said something surprising; “To go, please.”
“What?” Cindy said in a harsh whisper. “Connor, what are you doing?” He flashed her a grin. “Surprise.” He winked.
Once the sushi came, he grabbed the bag, left the check on the table, and dragged Cindy out of the restaurant.
“Connor!” She stopped letting him drag her so he would stop and turn around. “Connor, I need to know where you’re taking me! Now.” She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. Connor rolled his eyes
“Ugh. Chicks.” He grinned. Determined not to be called the “wimpier gender”, Cindy let Connor lead her to his mystery location.
The couple boarded the mini bike and sped off towards the east side of town near the schools and the nicer neighborhoods. Cindy immediately felt safe and protected with Connor at her side. It was as if even the biggest bump in the cobblestone road could shake this wonderful feeling off of her. She snuggled closer to him and she could feel even him shift his body and be more relaxed. Cindy could practically hear him smiling.
The pair took a left at the corner of Palmer Avenue and Pandora Street, near the Starbucks store. They rolled into a gravel drive and the occasional lush patch of trees blocked out the full moon.
“Connor, where are we?” Cindy whispered as if this were a set for a horror movie. Connor said nothing and kept driving until finally, they stopped at a circle of pavement surrounding a beautiful stone fountain with three naked cherubs spitting out water carved into the marble.
Connor hopped off the bike and gracefully took Cindy’s hand so she could step down from the back seat without snagging her skirt on the tailpipe. He picked up the takeout bag from Puraku and led her to the pavement circle.
“I was never really good with fancy stuff,” he stuttered. Cindy let out a that’s-not-really-hard-to-believe sigh but kept listening. “And I want to be completely honest and comfortable around you, so I figured that we would just have a picnic. Is that dorky?” He shifted from foot to foot. Cindy smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
“No; I think it’s sweet.” She giggled. Connor blushed and helped her sit down.
The next hour and a half was filled with giggles, blushes, playful teasing, and some very awkward moments. The pair talked about how much they wish that Govermont and Darlington would just merge so the boys and girls could be together. They talked about annoying infomercials, their favorite types of music, pet peeves, and what they wanted to be when they grew up. By 8:45 P.M., only half of the sushi was gone, but all of the tension was gone.
As the bike sped towards Cindy’s neighborhood, she admired how the full moon cast perfect shadows over the empty cobblestone roads. The air was crisp and cool and sweet, and Cindy just wanted to take it all in. She took a deep breath and laid her head down on Connor’s back. Her eyelids fluttered close and the beautiful autumn scenery was soon replaced by wonderful dreams.
“Heyyy, sleepy head. Wake up!” Connor gently nudged her off of the mini bike. She had fallen asleep while they were driving. Cindy wiped a little dribble of drool off of her chin and gracefully hopped down onto the pavement.
“Thanks for the ride home,” Cindy slurred. He led her to the door of the grand estate. He knocked, but instead of the cheery, motherly, sweet-smelling Mrs. Pleasant, a grim, groggy, cross Mr. Pleasant answered the door.
“So,” Mr. Pleasant smacked his lips. “You’re the punk who decided to date my daughter.” His tone was flat and his expression was blank. Connor gulped and Cindy immediately hated herself.
“Daddy,” Cindy ran to his side and dropped her voice. “Connor’s a perfectly fine young boy. We got home fifteen minutes before curfew and we only went to a Japanese place down the road!” She whispered to her father. He just nodded and stroked his stubble.
“Just give me five minutes to say goodbye to him and then I’ll go straight to bed. I promise.” She pleaded. Mr. Pleasant threw his hands up in the air as if to say just-leave-me-out-of-it. Cindy smiled and turned to face Connor. He blushed and looked away, but Cindy just stepped closer to him
“Uhhhh,” he turned his back to her and pretended to fiddle with a part on the bike. “I really should be going. I had fun. It was one of the best nights of my life.” Connor slapped the chinstrap on his helmet closed and was about to start the bike.
Cindy was repeatedly hitting herself on the inside. She couldn’t go on her first date with nothing to show for it. Then, she made up her mind. With what looked like one smooth motion, Cindy unbuckled the helmet from his sweaty chin, smacked on a coat of spicy cinnamon flavored lip gloss, and pecked him on the cheek.
“Tonight was one of the best nights of your life?” Cindy wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Now you’ll have something to show for it.” She turned on her heels and strutted back to her house, swinging her purse. As soon as she got inside and slammed the sound-proof front door, she screamed.
BTW, Lisi, I’m so sorry if Connor reminds you of Derrington. Again, sorry.
December 21st, 2009 at 4:29 pm
wow you guys arent out of school yet?? thats pretty close to christmas that you’re getting out! I got out friday
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December 21st, 2009 at 5:09 pm
I PRETTY MUCH HATE YOU. I AM GETTING OUT ON MY YOUNGEST SISTER’S BIRTHDAY. THE 23!
December 21st, 2009 at 5:27 pm
JK! I don’t hate you!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:08 pm
tomorrow’s my last day!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:38 pm
Hey Ya’ll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone on??
December 21st, 2009 at 6:38 pm
Hey Ya’ll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone on??
December 21st, 2009 at 6:38 pm
Hey Ya’ll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone on??
December 21st, 2009 at 6:39 pm
Whoah that posted three times!! I’m sorry Ya’ll!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:40 pm
Okay we got our class of 2012 hoddies and t-shirts. Our saying is Stopping the World Class of 2012. I found out today some of the members of the 2012 club wanted a different saying but we wern’t allowed. I personally think its funny but I see why we couldn’t propose the saying as a idea. Its We Like To Drink We Like To Screw Were The Class Of One Two!
How amazingly funny is that!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:48 pm
hey any1 on?????
December 21st, 2009 at 6:51 pm
Bella M- I’m on!!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:51 pm
guess not. sigh.
well i have 2 go.
c yall!!!!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:52 pm
oh, hey Syd!!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:53 pm
ok i have a question.
not just 4 u, Syd but 4 everyone.
IF you have read twilight…..
how long did it take u 2 finish twilight???
new moon??????
i’m just comparing answers here!!!
anyways……
whatsup???
December 21st, 2009 at 6:54 pm
hey i was thinking we could do this thing
where we keep asking each other Random questions. ive done it with my BFFs it’s cool.
ummm…..
what is ur fave veggie?????
i dunno i just like Randomosity.
is that a word????
December 21st, 2009 at 6:55 pm
Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:57 pm
Asparogous or brocolie
whasts ur favorite Pizza topping????
December 21st, 2009 at 6:58 pm
cheese and more cheese!!!!
what is ur fave holiday????
(mine’s pancake day-oh it’s real)
December 21st, 2009 at 6:59 pm
umm brb
sorry!!!!!
plz dont go anywhere i’ll b 15 min. most!!!!!!!!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 6:59 pm
Ummmm Pye day or Christmas!!!!!
ummmm whats ur favorite hand gear mittons or gloves or thosse 2 in one things
!!
December 21st, 2009 at 7:00 pm
Okkkkkkk Bye for a little while!!!!!!
aAhhhhhhhhhn little choclateteirs is on!!!!!!!!!!
December 21st, 2009 at 7:01 pm
actually….
i have time.
but when i do this……
:B
i will bgone 4 15 minutes.
srry
December 21st, 2009 at 7:02 pm
ummm
gloves cuz i can move my fingers!!!
brb
:B
December 21st, 2009 at 7:03 pm
Ummmmmmmmmm I’m convused !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry im such a ditzy brown!
December 21st, 2009 at 7:20 pm
OMG you guys have to read this. It’s so sad then the comments are absolutely cruel =[
http://www.aolhealth.com/health/anencephaly-baby-without-brain?icid=main
December 21st, 2009 at 7:37 pm
Girlies Im going to go, tomorrow is my last day of school before winter break, I’ll be on more until the 10th cause I go back to school the 11th. Hopefully more people will talk to me when I come on tomorrow, anyways Goodnight My Girlies!
December 21st, 2009 at 8:08 pm
Bella M- I was about nine the first time so a couple days. But now i can read it in a couple hours.
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:09 am
It’s my birthdayyy!
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:47 am
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HAWLEIGHHHH!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!
HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!!
XXX
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THINK OF A TITLE PLEASE I REALLY NEEEED HELP
HERE IZ MY STORY
INTRO
My name is Kate. I live in a far away land. Close to where the rainbow and the sky touch. Where at night I look up and can touch the stars, but in the day, I float on white clouds to travel place to place. Sometimes I use the rainbow as a slide, I slide down and place my feet on the wet grass, then climb back up. I always lay down and stick my head back and let the snow flakes melt on my tongue. A place where you can close your eyes and imagine something then the next thing you know its in front of you, and just when you reach out to grab it, it disappears.
Ok. I may be exaggerating a little, now for the truth. I live in the meadows. We are the only house for 35 miles. Sometimes I wish I could go to that wonderful place. Instead I am stuck here. The only place I can go is into the fields and close my eyes and image what I am doing. I wanna move to that rainbow, or at least get to see one. If it’s my true home, then why can’t i find it. My eyes and my brain aren’t enough to send me to the rainbow. Dorothy can do it…..”oh why can’t I??”
Now I’m in 7th grade. I have to travel an hour to get to school, Two hours to get to a grocery store, and three hours to get to a mall. I get made fun of. Only because people think it’s funny I live so far away, and how I live in the middle of a grassy meadow, but I ignore them.
When I close my eyes a whole new world opens up. It’s a gate to leave all my sorrows behind. I love how the grass tickle your tows and how you talk to yourself and no one cares, how you can run and run and there is no end, how you can laugh and there’s no one to ask you ‘what’s so funny’.
The wind moved my hair. I stared up at the light blue sky and searched for rainbows. All I saw in the past three hours was a couple groups of birds and a lot of clouds.
My eyes were tired but my heart urged me on. I wanted to camp out there. I had asked my mom earlier, but the look on her face made me think twice about asking her again.
My arms tingled. I looked down at them, goosebumps were everywhere.
The temperature must have dropped at least 10 degrees. My knees began to shake. I could just feel my lips turning blue. Suddenly the sky got darker. I looked up at it. And all the clouds looked down at me.
They seemed to say “You can run, but you can’t hide!”
Rain dropped landed on my nose and arms. Then seconds later,it was as if someones hose was on high, and the water was being pointed at me. My body began to shake more. The clouds began to road. I began running back to my house. It looked almost like a doll house from where I was standing.
I hurried, my feet griping the ground, begging not to run that I should wait a little longer for the rainbow. I didn’t listen. I pulled them up and ran faster.
About 15 minutes later I reached my house. I was cold, wet, and tired. The rain had calmed down a little. But I could still feel the raindrops hitting my skin.
I gripped the brass door knob then turned it.
“Mom, I’m back.” I yelled, sticking my head through the door.
There she was running to me, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Where have you been?” She asked, but didn’t let me answer. “Why are you so wet?”
“Well” I began to answer “I was out in the meadows, when it began to poor, I started running home, and now i’m here”
She ran up the crooked stairs and brought me down a fresh pair of clothes. I took the wet ones off on the porch and put the dry ones one inside.
I got in and placed my clothes on the clothes line in the back of the house and brought my laptop up stairs. It didn’t seem broken, and all the files and memory was still there. But it was wet, and the blue case on the outside was discolored and chipping.
I ran to my draw and pulled out some blue tap of the exact color. I tried my best to make it look perfect again, but it wouldn’t cooperate.
I began bitting my thumb, hopping the computer would be able to turn off as well as it turned on. It did. I placed it on my night stand and grabbed my diary from the draw. Then i began writing.
Diary
no sign of any rainbows
Rain is not good for computers
Will go out and search for rainbows later, after it stops raining.
It’s raining
I triple checked the entry before closing and locking my diary. I checked the clock, 5:03, then the window, it was still raining.
I watched the rain slide down the glass window. I counted the seconds between the time it thundered and the time it the lighting happened.
I grabbed my camera and snapped pictures for my diary. One of the sky, the rain, and the lighting.
After 2 hours went by. I ran up stairs, checked out the window, no rain. The grass looked damp and the sky still looked dark, but there was no rain, no thunder, and no lighting.
I opened the front door. Looked up at the sky which seemed to turn lighter by the minute. Every step I took was another step closer to my meadows.
I finally reached the middle of the meadows. I sat down on the soggy grass and looked up at the sky and there it was. A beautiful, colorful, rainbow.
I snapped shotes with my camera, then held it tight to my chest and screamed “YES FINALLY!”
Within minutes, It disappeared.
Chapter Two
School
8:00 am
Monday
Hundreds of kids reunited with their friends in the middle of the hall. Some kids went strait to there locker. Others stared at the tan sealing, unsure what to do or where to go next, I was one of them. I had no real friends to reunite with and I was unsure of where my locker was. All I knew was that it was blue and tall and thin.
I felt alone. Sad. Scared. It’s not like I hadn’t been to school before but we had just gotten of spring break. Sadly I have bad memory, i’ll forget something once i don’t feel it’s important anymore. I don’t mean to but it happens. obviously finding my way around the school wasn’t as important as finding a rainbow.
“Hey baby!” I heard the guy in front of me yell. He had dark brown long hair. His eye’s were shiny, and blue. He was tall and thin, but he seemed strong and fit. He looked like he was in 8th grade, maybe a tall 7th grader but I don’t remember seeing him around, not that I would remember.
He came charging towards me. Was he talking to me? Was I falling for him? Was he messing with me? WAS HE ABOUT TO RUN ME OVER?!? He was nearly three feet away.
Then when he was almost touching me he turned around. Then back towards me and his big heavy backpack hit my left ribcage. I swallowed hard and tears filled within my eyes.
“Owww” I whispered under a soft quick breath
“Watch where you going jerk!” The boy behind me yelled. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my cold neck.
I turned around not knowing what to expect.
There was no one behind me breathing down my neck. No one! Where did he go?
I quietly said thank you and hopped who ever stood up for me heard.
The hall ways cleared out and I managed to find my way to homeroom. The loud announcements blasted through the the little white speakers on the ceiling.
“Good Morning Bridge way!” A voice yelled down at us. It startled the girl next me and her light blue glasses fell to the floor.
“Hush children” Yelled the teacher in a soft whisper. Then everyone was silent.
“I hope everyone had a good spring break!” I snorted at the speaker then the teacher glared at me. I turned around in my seat and listened. “Well, the weather is cold, about 42 decrees and I would suggest winter coats–” She snorted into the mic “Just a reminder tickets for the spring dance are out tomorrow , Have a great day Bridgew– Oh wait I also wanted to remind you, you must go to the dance, date or not it’s a school requirement and will be during school hours…so find a date! As I was saying, have a great day Bridge way!!!”
The homeroom teacher glared at us. Then through her hands up in the air and turned around, faced the white board and began writing.
She had dark brown wavy hair. It was long, and tangled. Her blue eye shadow almost exactly matched her blue eyes and her ruby red lipstick was smudged all around her dry bitter lips.
Her voice was high and squeaky and he body was tall and chunky. She chewed gum loud, and fast. After every word she would chew, and chew and chew.
She wore turtle necks almost every day and a heart necklace with 12 sparkly diamonds. She wore long, 80’s, jeans. Her shoes were tall and thin.
She would walk around the class room to keep us on topic and you would always know when she was approaching. Her heals would click and you would begin to smell the peppermint gum and her hot breath on the back of your neck.
Sometimes she would turn around to the board and the girls in the back would stand up on their chairs and dance. They would wiggle there little butts toward her and stick their pinkish tongues at her.
I thought sometimes, It wasn’t fair or nice what the girls did, but to be honest the teacher deserved it! As much I thought it was fair, I would never do it. If I got seen, the consequences were the last thing I wanted to face.
I took notes on whatever she told me to. There I sat, practically board to tears. The boy in font of me was occupied picking his nose and the girl behind me was sneak texting. No one was truly paying attention, even me. Yes, they might look interested when she finally turned around from the board, and yes the did pretend their doodles were very important notes but even the teacher knew it was a faux.
I heard the two girls behind me chatting about the dance, how they felt sorry for the ugly girls and how they would never find dates in time.
Hearing them made me think. Was I… ‘ugly’? I knew I was weird because I liked rainbows and such, but i never considered my self as ugly.
Your just loosing self confidence I thought to my self Your not ugly!
But some how the more I thought about the dance and the two girls behind me having dates the more I considered my self as ugly.
I wondered how I could possibly find a date. I barely knew the girls how would I know the boys. More importantly, how would I get them to like a no body like me?
The teacher sat down in her swivel chair, she rubbed her hands around her head. Then she glared up at us. her eyes moving back and forth the room.
“Well” The teacher began “Don’t just sit there! Copy.” She swung her hand towards the board as if we didn’t know what to copy.
I wondered who would I ask and what would they say? I wondered a lot.
My notes were sloppy and my mind was pretty much blank. The teacher sat at her desk sipping her Starbucks coffee. Red lipstick got all over the straw. She looked up once or twice but most of the time she flipped through a stack of papers on her desk.
The bell rang.
It was time for lunch.
I wasn’t in the mood!
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The lunch room smelled like rotten eggs and fried chicken. They air vents blew down on table 12, where I sat. Table 12 was considered the worst possible table to sit at. Not because of the air vents, but because of the trashcans. They were gross, and most of the time they smelled like yesterday’s lunch.
It’s not like I wanted to sit here, but I truly had no choice! Every other table was taken.
In about five minutes someone walked in. Wow he’s really really cute, I thought to myself.
He had red cheeks, the color you have after being out in the cold. His hair was long and came right below his eye brows and was a light silky brown. His eyes were green and he had nice, long eyelashes, almost like he was wearing mascara, but even mascara couldn’t make someone’s eyelashes look so cute!
He wore dark, baggy ripped skinny jeans. His shirt was light blue, it had a skull on it. His shoe laces were untied and his shoes were white.
Before I had a chance to think about seven girls were gathered around him. He smiled but something told me he wasn’t thrilled.
The girls all wore tight skirts and tight tops. They had to be cheerleaders. They pulled his arms towards their table but he pushed them away.
He walked to the lunch line.
Got his lunch.
Then he walked out of the lunch room.
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Later that day I was in the hallway. By my locker of course, and I stuffed a few books into the shelf. I went on my tippy tippy toes to try and get the last book on the shelf. Before I knew it I was on the floor, well first I was slammed into the locker.
“I am so sorry” Said a voice behind me
“It’s–it’s–” I said when I turned around it was the guy from lunch was standing there. His eyes looked even greener up close!
“Okay? Oh or were you gonna say something else” He said then he reached out his hand and helped me up
“No that’s um that’s what I was gonna say.” I replied, I felt weird. Why was he talking to me? Did he not know I was the laughing stock of the school?
“I’m Jay” He smiled
“Kate” I said
Before I knew it the cheerleaders were hovering over me and Jay.
“Don’t you know who she is?” Said the blond
“Yeah, Kate” Jay responded just to check that it was correct.
“No, not that” Said the red head
“She’s” The blond glared at the red head and then after that the red head was silent. “five years old”
“No i’m not” I butted in but I wished I didn’t two seconds after I said.
“Well you act like it!” The blond said, her voice was high!
“How?” Jay said, he began to seem interested, which made me seem upset, I thought he was nice, I still did. I tried to get that thought out of my stupid head!
“Well she likes rainbow” The blond continued, then she stopped and began to laugh with her friends. “And she lives like five hours away”
“One–One hour away” I said then stared down at the ground I felt the blonds eyes on my.
“So” Said Jay “I don’t care”
The blond looked disappointed. Me, I was happy! He was nice. He slammed my locker closed and stared walking to the library.
“Sorry about that” He said
“Why did you defend me?” I asked “You know they are gonna hate you tomorrow!”
“No there not, and for the record I’m different.” He said.
“Wait, what do you mean different?” I said, kinda hoping to hear something interesting.
“I work at the animal shelter, and I am in love with animals!” Jay said
“Do they know that?” I asked
“Nope, your the first one I told” He answered
“Really” Suddenly I felt kinda special
“Ya” He said and smiled. He teeth were supper white!
There was weird silence. We just stared at each other for a few seconds. Then I looked down. There was nothing to say, but there was so much to think about.
The bell rang and broke the silence.
“Well I better get going!” Jay said
“See you” I said and he was gone.
His smile, his eyes, his…Everything! He was the first person to talk to me. He liked animals, which was really cool, well to me if he told anyone else it would be kind weird. The more I thought about it the more I thought, he was the one who called the kid jerk. The one who stood up for me this morning. Oh my gosh. I could actually get a date for this dance. I couldn’t tell (most other girls could) if he like me as a friend or as a girlfriend. I didn’t mind either way.
The cheerleaders seemed to like him too. If I was competing with them I would probably loose, or would I?
I began walking towards my last class for the day. The class was boring, and all I could think about was Jay!
“Kate” The teacher called on me out of no where I pretended to know what she wanted.
The class giggled.
“Kate!” I looked up “Do you know the answer?” She asked
I shook my head.
The class giggled some more.
“Well start paying attention!” She said then she ot back to her boring lecture.
I thought more about Jay, and for the first time all day I didn’t feel so ugly!
ITS COPY RIGHTED!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 7:54 am
hey i thought no 1 is ever on this early well it’s not that early where i live but i guess
December 22nd, 2009 at 8:19 am
hey any 1 on
December 22nd, 2009 at 8:45 am
i’m sooooooo bored any1 on???
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I NEED UR HLP
INTRO
My name is Kate. I live in a far away land. Close to where the rainbow and the sky touch. Where at night I look up and can touch the stars, but in the day, I float on white clouds to travel place to place. Sometimes I use the rainbow as a slide, I slide down and place my feet on the wet grass, then climb back up. I always lay down and stick my head back and let the snow flakes melt on my tongue. A place where you can close your eyes and imagine something then the next thing you know its in front of you, and just when you reach out to grab it, it disappears.
Ok. I may be exaggerating a little, now for the truth. I live in the meadows. We are the only house for 35 miles. Sometimes I wish I could go to that wonderful place. Instead I am stuck here. The only place I can go is into the fields and close my eyes and image what I am doing. I wanna move to that rainbow, or at least get to see one. If it’s my true home, then why can’t i find it. My eyes and my brain aren’t enough to send me to the rainbow. Dorothy can do it…..”oh why can’t I??”
Now I’m in 7th grade. I have to travel an hour to get to school, Two hours to get to a grocery store, and three hours to get to a mall. I get made fun of. Only because people think it’s funny I live so far away, and how I live in the middle of a grassy meadow, but I ignore them.
When I close my eyes a whole new world opens up. It’s a gate to leave all my sorrows behind. I love how the grass tickle your tows and how you talk to yourself and no one cares, how you can run and run and there is no end, how you can laugh and there’s no one to ask you ‘what’s so funny’.
The wind moved my hair. I stared up at the light blue sky and searched for rainbows. All I saw in the past three hours was a couple groups of birds and a lot of clouds.
My eyes were tired but my heart urged me on. I wanted to camp out there. I had asked my mom earlier, but the look on her face made me think twice about asking her again.
My arms tingled. I looked down at them, goosebumps were everywhere.
The temperature must have dropped at least 10 degrees. My knees began to shake. I could just feel my lips turning blue. Suddenly the sky got darker. I looked up at it. And all the clouds looked down at me.
They seemed to say “You can run, but you can’t hide!”
Rain dropped landed on my nose and arms. Then seconds later,it was as if someones hose was on high, and the water was being pointed at me. My body began to shake more. The clouds began to road. I began running back to my house. It looked almost like a doll house from where I was standing.
I hurried, my feet griping the ground, begging not to run that I should wait a little longer for the rainbow. I didn’t listen. I pulled them up and ran faster.
About 15 minutes later I reached my house. I was cold, wet, and tired. The rain had calmed down a little. But I could still feel the raindrops hitting my skin.
I gripped the brass door knob then turned it.
“Mom, I’m back.” I yelled, sticking my head through the door.
There she was running to me, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Where have you been?” She asked, but didn’t let me answer. “Why are you so wet?”
“Well” I began to answer “I was out in the meadows, when it began to poor, I started running home, and now i’m here”
She ran up the crooked stairs and brought me down a fresh pair of clothes. I took the wet ones off on the porch and put the dry ones one inside.
I got in and placed my clothes on the clothes line in the back of the house and brought my laptop up stairs. It didn’t seem broken, and all the files and memory was still there. But it was wet, and the blue case on the outside was discolored and chipping.
I ran to my draw and pulled out some blue tap of the exact color. I tried my best to make it look perfect again, but it wouldn’t cooperate.
I began bitting my thumb, hopping the computer would be able to turn off as well as it turned on. It did. I placed it on my night stand and grabbed my diary from the draw. Then i began writing.
Diary
no sign of any rainbows
Rain is not good for computers
Will go out and search for rainbows later, after it stops raining.
It’s raining
I triple checked the entry before closing and locking my diary. I checked the clock, 5:03, then the window, it was still raining.
I watched the rain slide down the glass window. I counted the seconds between the time it thundered and the time it the lighting happened.
I grabbed my camera and snapped pictures for my diary. One of the sky, the rain, and the lighting.
After 2 hours went by. I ran up stairs, checked out the window, no rain. The grass looked damp and the sky still looked dark, but there was no rain, no thunder, and no lighting.
I opened the front door. Looked up at the sky which seemed to turn lighter by the minute. Every step I took was another step closer to my meadows.
I finally reached the middle of the meadows. I sat down on the soggy grass and looked up at the sky and there it was. A beautiful, colorful, rainbow.
I snapped shotes with my camera, then held it tight to my chest and screamed “YES FINALLY!”
Within minutes, It disappeared.
Chapter Two
School
8:00 am
Monday
Hundreds of kids reunited with their friends in the middle of the hall. Some kids went strait to there locker. Others stared at the tan sealing, unsure what to do or where to go next, I was one of them. I had no real friends to reunite with and I was unsure of where my locker was. All I knew was that it was blue and tall and thin.
I felt alone. Sad. Scared. It’s not like I hadn’t been to school before but we had just gotten of spring break. Sadly I have bad memory, i’ll forget something once i don’t feel it’s important anymore. I don’t mean to but it happens. obviously finding my way around the school wasn’t as important as finding a rainbow.
“Hey baby!” I heard the guy in front of me yell. He had dark brown long hair. His eye’s were shiny, and blue. He was tall and thin, but he seemed strong and fit. He looked like he was in 8th grade, maybe a tall 7th grader but I don’t remember seeing him around, not that I would remember.
He came charging towards me. Was he talking to me? Was I falling for him? Was he messing with me? WAS HE ABOUT TO RUN ME OVER?!? He was nearly three feet away.
Then when he was almost touching me he turned around. Then back towards me and his big heavy backpack hit my left ribcage. I swallowed hard and tears filled within my eyes.
“Owww” I whispered under a soft quick breath
“Watch where you going jerk!” The boy behind me yelled. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my cold neck.
I turned around not knowing what to expect.
There was no one behind me breathing down my neck. No one! Where did he go?
I quietly said thank you and hopped who ever stood up for me heard.
The hall ways cleared out and I managed to find my way to homeroom. The loud announcements blasted through the the little white speakers on the ceiling.
“Good Morning Bridge way!” A voice yelled down at us. It startled the girl next me and her light blue glasses fell to the floor.
“Hush children” Yelled the teacher in a soft whisper. Then everyone was silent.
“I hope everyone had a good spring break!” I snorted at the speaker then the teacher glared at me. I turned around in my seat and listened. “Well, the weather is cold, about 42 decrees and I would suggest winter coats–” She snorted into the mic “Just a reminder tickets for the spring dance are out tomorrow , Have a great day Bridgew– Oh wait I also wanted to remind you, you must go to the dance, date or not it’s a school requirement and will be during school hours…so find a date! As I was saying, have a great day Bridge way!!!”
The homeroom teacher glared at us. Then through her hands up in the air and turned around, faced the white board and began writing.
She had dark brown wavy hair. It was long, and tangled. Her blue eye shadow almost exactly matched her blue eyes and her ruby red lipstick was smudged all around her dry bitter lips.
Her voice was high and squeaky and he body was tall and chunky. She chewed gum loud, and fast. After every word she would chew, and chew and chew.
She wore turtle necks almost every day and a heart necklace with 12 sparkly diamonds. She wore long, 80’s, jeans. Her shoes were tall and thin.
She would walk around the class room to keep us on topic and you would always know when she was approaching. Her heals would click and you would begin to smell the peppermint gum and her hot breath on the back of your neck.
Sometimes she would turn around to the board and the girls in the back would stand up on their chairs and dance. They would wiggle there little butts toward her and stick their pinkish tongues at her.
I thought sometimes, It wasn’t fair or nice what the girls did, but to be honest the teacher deserved it! As much I thought it was fair, I would never do it. If I got seen, the consequences were the last thing I wanted to face.
I took notes on whatever she told me to. There I sat, practically board to tears. The boy in font of me was occupied picking his nose and the girl behind me was sneak texting. No one was truly paying attention, even me. Yes, they might look interested when she finally turned around from the board, and yes the did pretend their doodles were very important notes but even the teacher knew it was a faux.
I heard the two girls behind me chatting about the dance, how they felt sorry for the ugly girls and how they would never find dates in time.
Hearing them made me think. Was I… ‘ugly’? I knew I was weird because I liked rainbows and such, but i never considered my self as ugly.
Your just loosing self confidence I thought to my self Your not ugly!
But some how the more I thought about the dance and the two girls behind me having dates the more I considered my self as ugly.
I wondered how I could possibly find a date. I barely knew the girls how would I know the boys. More importantly, how would I get them to like a no body like me?
The teacher sat down in her swivel chair, she rubbed her hands around her head. Then she glared up at us. her eyes moving back and forth the room.
“Well” The teacher began “Don’t just sit there! Copy.” She swung her hand towards the board as if we didn’t know what to copy.
I wondered who would I ask and what would they say? I wondered a lot.
My notes were sloppy and my mind was pretty much blank. The teacher sat at her desk sipping her Starbucks coffee. Red lipstick got all over the straw. She looked up once or twice but most of the time she flipped through a stack of papers on her desk.
The bell rang.
It was time for lunch.
I wasn’t in the mood!
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The lunch room smelled like rotten eggs and fried chicken. They air vents blew down on table 12, where I sat. Table 12 was considered the worst possible table to sit at. Not because of the air vents, but because of the trashcans. They were gross, and most of the time they smelled like yesterday’s lunch.
It’s not like I wanted to sit here, but I truly had no choice! Every other table was taken.
In about five minutes someone walked in. Wow he’s really really cute, I thought to myself.
He had red cheeks, the color you have after being out in the cold. His hair was long and came right below his eye brows and was a light silky brown. His eyes were green and he had nice, long eyelashes, almost like he was wearing mascara, but even mascara couldn’t make someone’s eyelashes look so cute!
He wore dark, baggy ripped skinny jeans. His shirt was light blue, it had a skull on it. His shoe laces were untied and his shoes were white.
Before I had a chance to think about seven girls were gathered around him. He smiled but something told me he wasn’t thrilled.
The girls all wore tight skirts and tight tops. They had to be cheerleaders. They pulled his arms towards their table but he pushed them away.
He walked to the lunch line.
Got his lunch.
Then he walked out of the lunch room.
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Later that day I was in the hallway. By my locker of course, and I stuffed a few books into the shelf. I went on my tippy tippy toes to try and get the last book on the shelf. Before I knew it I was on the floor, well first I was slammed into the locker.
“I am so sorry” Said a voice behind me
“It’s–it’s–” I said when I turned around it was the guy from lunch was standing there. His eyes looked even greener up close!
“Okay? Oh or were you gonna say something else” He said then he reached out his hand and helped me up
“No that’s um that’s what I was gonna say.” I replied, I felt weird. Why was he talking to me? Did he not know I was the laughing stock of the school?
“I’m Jay” He smiled
“Kate” I said
Before I knew it the cheerleaders were hovering over me and Jay.
“Don’t you know who she is?” Said the blond
“Yeah, Kate” Jay responded just to check that it was correct.
“No, not that” Said the red head
“She’s” The blond glared at the red head and then after that the red head was silent. “five years old”
“No i’m not” I butted in but I wished I didn’t two seconds after I said.
“Well you act like it!” The blond said, her voice was high!
“How?” Jay said, he began to seem interested, which made me seem upset, I thought he was nice, I still did. I tried to get that thought out of my stupid head!
“Well she likes rainbow” The blond continued, then she stopped and began to laugh with her friends. “And she lives like five hours away”
“One–One hour away” I said then stared down at the ground I felt the blonds eyes on my.
“So” Said Jay “I don’t care”
The blond looked disappointed. Me, I was happy! He was nice. He slammed my locker closed and stared walking to the library.
“Sorry about that” He said
“Why did you defend me?” I asked “You know they are gonna hate you tomorrow!”
“No there not, and for the record I’m different.” He said.
“Wait, what do you mean different?” I said, kinda hoping to hear something interesting.
“I work at the animal shelter, and I am in love with animals!” Jay said
“Do they know that?” I asked
“Nope, your the first one I told” He answered
“Really” Suddenly I felt kinda special
“Ya” He said and smiled. He teeth were supper white!
There was weird silence. We just stared at each other for a few seconds. Then I looked down. There was nothing to say, but there was so much to think about.
The bell rang and broke the silence.
“Well I better get going!” Jay said
“See you” I said and he was gone.
His smile, his eyes, his…Everything! He was the first person to talk to me. He liked animals, which was really cool, well to me if he told anyone else it would be kind weird. The more I thought about it the more I thought, he was the one who called the kid jerk. The one who stood up for me this morning. Oh my gosh. I could actually get a date for this dance. I couldn’t tell (most other girls could) if he like me as a friend or as a girlfriend. I didn’t mind either way.
The cheerleaders seemed to like him too. If I was competing with them I would probably loose, or would I?
I began walking towards my last class for the day. The class was boring, and all I could think about was Jay!
“Kate” The teacher called on me out of no where I pretended to know what she wanted.
The class giggled.
“Kate!” I looked up “Do you know the answer?” She asked
I shook my head.
The class giggled some more.
“Well start paying attention!” She said then she ot back to her boring lecture.
I thought more about Jay, and for the first time all day I didn’t feel so ugly!
December 22nd, 2009 at 8:56 am
i’m sooo bored it’s unbareable any 1 on
December 22nd, 2009 at 8:59 am
jess! finelly some1 is on
December 22nd, 2009 at 9:04 am
ru still on ???
December 22nd, 2009 at 9:09 am
darn!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 9:37 am
any 1 on
December 22nd, 2009 at 9:59 am
merry tuba christmas everyone!!!
(if you don’t know what it is, look it up)
December 22nd, 2009 at 10:59 am
HEYYY SRRY COURTNEY!!1
LOL!
December 22nd, 2009 at 11:02 am
anyone awn?
December 22nd, 2009 at 11:07 am
1. Which girl do you have the most hair color like?
Alicia- dark and shiny
2. Who’s personality is the most like yours?
Claire becuz I’m always sweet and caring and Kristen because I’m studious and Luvvvv soccer and David Beckham <3
3. Would you rather have Massie’s or Kristen’s pet?
Massie’s
4. Who’s mom would you rather have, Claire’s, Alicia’s, or Dylan’s?
Dylan
5. Who would you want for ur boyfriend, Cam, Josh, Derrick, landon, or Dempsey?
Dempsey
6. Which girl would you want to be the most like?
Massie- she’s alpha
December 22nd, 2009 at 11:25 am
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December 22nd, 2009 at 11:26 am
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December 22nd, 2009 at 12:00 pm
Why thank you Juicy.
December 22nd, 2009 at 12:01 pm
Why you’re very welcome, Holly.
December 22nd, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Jess- Im not trying to be rude but yuo do alot of long posts and they take a while to scroll past… I know you want it to be read but the message will still get across in one sentence.
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:05 pm
hey i’m back
hey who’s on
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:14 pm
1. Which girl do you have the most hair color like?
Massie
2. Who’s personality is the most like yours?
Kristen,i’m really athletic and Dylan i always worry about my wight cuz my brother calls me fat all the time but my bff never says i am and she’s honest
3. Would you rather have Massie’s or Kristen’s pet?
Massie’s
4. Who’s mom would you rather have, Claire’s, Alicia’s, or Dylan’s?
Dylan
5. Who would you want for ur boyfriend, Cam, Josh, Derrick, landon, or Dempsey?
Dempsey
6. Which girl would you want to be the most like? Kristen i always want 2 be more athletic
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:18 pm
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December 22nd, 2009 at 1:21 pm
hey is every1 avoiding me 2day jk
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:28 pm
hey any 1 on i’m bored, pie!!!! now i’ve gone insane jk lol
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:50 pm
hey hey hey girlies! i made a new bloggie checkkk it out (well post on my blog haha)
girlzlurv2write.blogspot.com
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:51 pm
hi everybody
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:56 pm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNKI9ZCbbJw&feature=related
gosh i luv this song
December 22nd, 2009 at 1:59 pm
hmmmm anyone on?
haven’t been on here in 4evaaa! i miss everyyyone from here. gosh there are probablly sooo many new girlieeeeeeees
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:09 pm
awe no1’s on
well im gonna post a story anyway
~Just Stand Up~
Chapter 1
~Sadie~
I met Abby in Kindergarten. It was weird because we were both the new kids. I was from Ohio, and she was from California. Everyone already had a best friend since it was the second year into school. So when we had no other choice but to sit next to each other at lunch we just clicked. We were inseparable since then. We tell each other everything and always seemed to know when something wasn’t right. That’s why when I got that call from Abby I sensed that something was wrong. I pulled up into Abby’s drive way and got out of the car. It was a cold November evening and rain clouds were forming in the sky. I went up to her porch and rang her door bell. Abby’s mother Ella opened up the door. Her eyes were red and puffy and her mascara was running. “Hi Sadie, come in” Ella said softly. I stepped inside the house and kicked my sneakers off. “Abby is upstairs in her room” she said. I nodded my head and took the stairs two at time. Once I reached her door I knocked. “Come in” Abby’s soft as a whisper voice called out. I turned the knob and stepped inside her all pink room. Abby was sitting on her pink bed her legs dangling over. When she looked up her eyes locked with mine. I stepped in some more and suddenly I found myself on her bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Her eyes were just as bloodshot as her moms were. She kept her mouth shut.
“Abby?”
“It’s just so terrible” she spoke up.
“What is it?” I asked once more. She still didn’t talk.
“You know you can tell me anything” I continued.
“Sadie?” she asked.
“Yes?” I said.
“I have Cancer”.
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Cancer. Once she spoke the word it seemed like the world was falling apart.
“No” I said.
“Yes” she whispered. I took a good look at Abby. She had the most beautiful blue eyes that I have ever seen. You just want to stare into them all day. It was like diving into an ocean. She had thick blonde hair which is impossible to think that any of it would all fall out during chemo therapy. I covered my mouth.
“No” I croaked. The tears started to well up in my eyes.
“Yes” Abby said. And then we were sitting on her bed and crying. I pulled Abby in for a hug. I rubbed her back and we both cried on each other. Snot bubbles exploded out of my nose and the tears stung my eyes.
“You don’t deserve this Abs, you don’t deserve this” I said. Abby broke away from me.
“When I found the lump…” Abby cracked.
“Lump?” I asked. Abby nodded.
“You have breast cancer?” I asked.
“Yes” she said and then she broke down crying all over again.
“I don’t understand how this happened” I said.
“Well it’s obvious” Abby said.
“What?” I asked.
“My Grandma, you know how she died” Abby says.
“I do?” I asked.
“She got breast cancer, was diagnosed, fifteen years later she died” Abby continued.
“But, no, no you can’t die!” I practically yelled.
“There’s a chance that I may…”she seemed to drift away.
“NO! You can’t act like that! You have to stay on the positive side! You can’t do that to yourself” I yelled. “You can’t do that to me” I said in a lower voice. “Abby I need you, I need you!” I said even lower.
“No Sadie! You don’t need me. If anyone needs anyone it’s me! I need you more then anything now Sadie. I can’t go through this alone. I need you” Abby screamed. I looked up into Abby’s blue eyes once more.
“I’ll be there for you Abby I’ll be there for you”.
“You will?” Abby asked. Her tears were spilling faster then before. I placed both of my hands on her cheeks and swiped her tears away.
“Of course!” I said. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and pulled her in for another hug. “Of course” I repeated in a lower voice. “It’s going to be okay, I promise” I say.
“Sadie you can’t promise that”.
“And why not?” I asked. We broke apart and she just stared into my eyes.
“Because you don’t know if it’s going to be okay, you don’t know” Abby practically whispered.
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~Abby~
Kyle and I were in my room. He moved his hand up and down my back kissing me passionately. So passionate we winded up on my bed. I didn’t even mind when he took my shirt off. I didn’t say anything when he unhooked my bra. I didn’t even flinch when he started to grope my boobs. “Oh Abby” he moaned. Then suddenly he was still and he stopped kissing me. He didn’t say anything he didn’t even look at me. At first I thought that this is it, he’s gonna break up with me but I was wrong.
“What is it Kyle?” I asked softly. He looked up at me, his brown eyes poured into mine. They looked sad and droopy.
“You-There’s” he stuttered. He ruffled his light brown hair, something I learned he does when he’s upset or nervous. I think he was doing it for both reasons.
“Kyle what the hell is up?” I asked, anger starting to burn within me.
“Abby you have a lump”. My heart started to pound tremendously against my chest.
“No” I said.
“That’s what I said to when I first felt it but then I just kept on feeling it. Abby it’s defiantly a lump” he said
“No!” I screamed this time. He sighed and grabbed my hand, putting over my right boob. He made my hand move around until he found the area. Sure enough I felt a lump. Our eyes bored into each other and I started to cry…
I woke up beads of sweat surrounding my face. I was breathing heavily at the memory/dream I just had. That was the first time I found out about the lump. I remember the pain that dug into me when Kyle said that he had to go. I remember the last words he said to me. “We can’t see each other anymore”. It still hurt real badly. I looked next to me and saw Sadie, still in her clothes. I remember that last night she stayed with me until we cried the rest of our tears we had away. Then we fell asleep. I was still heaving terribly when Sadie lazily woke up. One look at me and she grew with panic.
“What’s wrong are you okay?!” Sadie practically shouted with concern. I turned around to look at her.
“It’s nothing. It was just a bad dream” I fibbed. Sadie nodded as she messed with her bed head.
“Can I have some clothes? I didn’t really plan to sleep over. Oh man I almost forgot! My mom! She must me worried sick! I didn’t even call her!” stressed Sadie.
“Chill Sadie, your mom probably called my mom to see if you were here. No biggy” I said. Sadie began to calm down and looked back at me.
“You sure your O.K.?” she asked. I sighed.
“Yes, I’m perfectly fine” I lied.
“Okay so about those clothes” she said.
“Yeah you can take some clothes, there in my draw” I said. Sadie nodded her head as she got up and went straight to my big wooden drawers. She fumbled through them until she took my “I Love My Best Friend” shirt that I usually wore to bed, and a pair of jeans. She started to get undressed putting her head through the shirt and her legs through the pants. She then grabbed my bright blue brush and brushed back her hair into a high ponytail. She looked at me.
“Wanna get dressed?” she asked. I shook my head and laid back down on the bed resting my head on my heart shaped squishy pillow. I closed my eyes tiredly and when Sadie hopped back on my bed my eyelids fluttered up once more. I sighed again. I’m never going to get some sleep.
“You look tired” witnessed Sadie.
“Well that’s ‘Cause I am tired” I admitted.
“You should get some sleep. I think your mom and dad left for work already. I’ll make breakfast and wake you up when it’s ready” Sadie said. She gave me a light kiss on the forehead and then she was simply gone. I did as I was told and closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:24 pm
im soo super duper bored i wish some one waasss on.
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:50 pm
Lillie, I know this is late, but that story about Stephanie, it’s not yours. Some other girl, Thalia, wrote it like, two blah-gs ago. It’s not yours. No offense.
For the rest of you, since I didn’t uphold my promise, I’ll post two tips 2-day. here goes:
Beauty tip:
Wash your face every night. I know you don’t want to because “(Moan) It’s late and (groan) my blankets are so warm and (sigh) I really don’t want to!” Do it anyway!!! It’ll stop some-if not all-your pimples.
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:51 pm
hi Thalia!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Hi guys.
BTW-Do you know when new moon leaves theaters? As a prezzy her moms letting her see it if i take her.
I’ve already seen it.
Will it be in theaters next week?
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:57 pm
Im on, Talia? u still there?
December 22nd, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Hey Francesca, sup, i love it when i try to be cool but i cant!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:00 pm
Hello? is any1 still here?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:01 pm
i guess no ones on then, virtual sigh,…
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:03 pm
Anjor ANJOR ANJOR ANJOR ANJOR ANJOR — Lillie has been writing that for a while! More than two blogs. Its hers… so i dont really think you have to say that.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Beauty tip:
Tie your hair up in a bun before you go to bed. It doesn’t have to be neat, in fact don’t make it neat. It’ll just keep hair of your face while you sleep. That’ll keep pimples to minimum too.
Stay Pretty!
Anjor
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:12 pm
sorry hanna
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:13 pm
But Thalia has posted it. WAAAAAAAY before, like five blogs ago. I wonder……
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:14 pm
Plus, whats with repeating my name over and over again?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:14 pm
KK coment pleaseeeeeee go through….. anyway im hoping this goes through but…
Yea Anjor i agree, lillie did write that and what you said was a little bitchy
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:14 pm
Hannah? R u there?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:18 pm
Caitlin, it went through. *jumps up and down in unexpected delight, but is very, very, ashamed*. Someone read my blog? Really? OMG!!
SORRY!!! But seriously, I wasn’t trying to be bitchy. I just remember seeing that same story before, when I just started blogging, like *tries to remember* two-three months ago???
Sorry Lillie too, I didn’t mean to hurt anybodys feelings, pinky swear!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:19 pm
Is anybody on?!?!?!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:21 pm
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Sorry for the list but i really need ur help/advice right now. My friend-let’s call her Jenny- was diagnosed with anorexia and it’s been really hard. She had been gone from school more and more frequently and when i asked her y she just said that she had appointments. One day that she was gone, after school her mom told me that she had been diagnosed with anorexia. She told me to be a good friend to Jenny so I tool notes for her, got assignments, etc. Jenny came back to school, and i gave her the notes, she thanked me and we went on with school as normal. Then she told me that she had to be gone once a week to go to the therapist. That was a little shocking but understandable, I mean, I wanted her to get help. It was just hard to see Jenny, because she seemed different now, changed, even though she wasnt really. Jenny is one of those ppl that when she tells u something u can tell that she is telling the truth. Except wen were being goofy
-EXTREMELY smart
-pretty
-shy but not too softspoken
- nice
-a conflict resolver
-small
-friends with evry1
-immune to cliques, she’s friends with whoever she likes
- great wardrobe
One day when i was on he computer, a smiley face popped up next to Jenny’s face. We chatted and goofed off for a while and then a serious air took over. she told me that her therapist recomended that she go to a facility. She would have to stay ther for 10 weeks. and the facility was 3 1/2 hours away. It has been hard because today was her last day at skool for a long time. It’s also hard for me because i dont like showing my emotion and it’s been a little hard to keep it contained. I’m going to miss my friend, and i was devastatd when she wasnt in a class today, it would have been my last class with her, i tryed to stop the tears but i just couldnt hold it in on the way home and i kinda broke own in the middle of the sidewalk. As hard as it is for me, i’m glad she’s getting help.
-Meara (shoutout and advice please)
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:22 pm
BTW I don’t know any of you here. R u all like, friends or something? u seem 2 know each other pretty well.
Anyway, I don’t know anybody here, so let me start:
Hi, I’m Anjor. Yes my name may look weird, but it’s an ancient sanskrit name (from India), because I’m from India.
There *leans back and sighs with relief* I did it.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:24 pm
Hey Anjor, we just know each other from the blah-g and ur name is cool, if i seem kinda depressed read my comment above
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:25 pm
Meera, that’s really tough. My pity goes with you. *takes pity and puts through computer to Meera*
Try to write letters to her. She probably’s missing you too. She’ll probably LOVE hearing from you. Put things like school gossip, what you watched, and things like that. Make it sound like you are there with her.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:26 pm
Hi Meera. And no, I would b depressed too if that happened to my BFF(s). So don’t worry. It’s cool.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Thank you, it feels nice to be able to tell someone the whole story and let it off my chest, i cant tell anyone else because they all know her. I am kinda excited tho because i think i just got asked out
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Anjor… lillie. wrote. it.
and ill try your tips
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:28 pm
oh, and how do u pronounce ur name? mine is pronounced Mir-a but spelled Meara
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Hey Ya’ll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone on??? (:
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Hey Hannah
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:29 pm
BTW thanks 4 the info bout all of u being friends. I felt like I was invading something. THANKS!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Hey Syd
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:30 pm
I think i just got asked out and im kinda excited, i dont know if i lke the guy like a bf, jut were really good friends so, idk……im gonna go tho, it will just b a little weird
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:31 pm
…..but fun
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:31 pm
K, i have messages 4 ya’ll so here goes:
Hannah: SORRY! I’m so sorry!! No offense 2 anybody.
Meera: You pronounce it unjor. That’s right. Thxs 4 the compliment on my name though!
Sidney:Hi!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:32 pm
Heyy girlies!! Any1 there?? Francesca? u there?
Meara-aww….Oohhh who asked u out??
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:32 pm
Meera you lucky gal! But if I got asked out by my crush, it would be weird. We’re on;y in sixth grade. I do know that he likes me back. What 2 know how????
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Oh, okay, thats cool
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Hi Leah! Finally! We have a lot of people blogging! This is turning into a chat-room.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Heyy girlies!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:35 pm
My friend asked him without my permission! When she told me, I wanted to kill her and hug her at the same time. Don’t worry, she didn’t mention my name.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:35 pm
It al-ways becomes busy tat his time..:)
I havent seen ur name in that many comments before….I like it!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:35 pm
Whats up???????????????
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:35 pm
oh, im in 8th grade,
Leah; this boy i probaly shouldnt say his name so lets call him, Jeff, and were mainly just friends so i dont know how it will go
Any first date advice girlies?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:35 pm
Who, me? Leah, who ya talkin 2?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Syd- not much hbu?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:37 pm
like i said above, if i seem a little sad, read my comment above, the long one
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Act cool Meera. I know this’ll be weird, taking advice from a 6th grader, but seriously. Never let a boy know that your nervous. He expects you to not be nervous, and then he’ll go out of his way to make you feel better. If your on the date with him, he expects that u like him back.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:38 pm
Anjor- yeah…Heart the name! : )
Meara- Im in 8th grade tooo.. hhmmm…1st date advice….Get back to u on that
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:38 pm
its not weird at all, i have lots of friends younger than me, and thnx for the advice
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Nothing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi Leah and Anjour!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Meera, keep your cool. I know this is tough, with ur friend and all, but you have to be strong. For yourself, and your friend.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:40 pm
Syd_-heyy girl! Whats up?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Hi Syd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Hi Leah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Anjor- thnx
i dont want this to make things awkward between me and my friend
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:42 pm
Meara, Be yourself chances are he likes u for who u are so be yourself
Dont be too extreme dont be sooo serious or too out there or hyper be a happy medium
dont really complain unless school, teachers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have fun (even if u arent) say u dont like the movie pretend u like it!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:42 pm
Wow, I feel happy…… Those exclamation points make you feel happy!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:43 pm
Anjor- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hey ur right!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:43 pm
Leah- Nothing much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U??
Anjor- Whats up???
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:43 pm
No prob, Meera. U know what’s weird? When I post my blog-thingy, I scroll down and like a million things have been posted in like a milli-second. WOW!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Nothing’s up Syd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:45 pm
yeah, hey peeps, iv g2g,
c ya l8tr, mayb, bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:45 pm
So whats up in ur lifes girls??
Meara- I read ur comment above..about ur friend…I think that best thing you can do is try and stay calm..keep cool…You can get threw it..Thats what were here for!
We Heart giving advice
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:45 pm
Let’s c if we can get 500 responses to the blog thing.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:45 pm
Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:46 pm
hi hi leah, and ssyd, anjor, and everybody else.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Leah, what u said is true. I heart *squels with delight at using the word* giving advice too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (like i said, they make you happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:48 pm
Hi Francesca. Cool name. I heart it. How do you pronounce it?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:48 pm
Anjor- lol! They work!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hehe
Francesca!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:48 pm
Francessca C- Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leah- nothings up really just life and a good one at that! hows ur life??
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:49 pm
We have over 500 posts to this! Actually, we have 505.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Fran-Chess-Ca(like it cat)
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Meara – My close friend Calyn got anarexia last year she ended up weighing 65 pounds if you girls want to hear the story (Warning its very long and depressing) let me no. But I get what your going through and it is very hard to deal with but the best thing you can do is show her suport and friendship.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:50 pm
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Leah, for some reason, ur comment made me even happier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:50 pm
My life is boring at the moment…
Francesca!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Leah-so im thinking(well you know what, but if i said the word everybody would scream and rip my freakin head off sooo)
iT WAS YOUR TURN, BTW. Opps caps we left off at.
umm where did we leave off?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Hi Alyse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BTW this exclamation point is like, happy therapy. Try it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:52 pm
Alyse- Can I hear the story???
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Francesa, what r u talking about? Oh waiiiiiiiiiiiiit, is it private? Sorry! *squeaks and wants to hide under a rock*
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Can’t stay on at all but…
Anjor- I have no story about a girlie named stephanie hah unless the person who crawls along the blog pretending 2 b someone else posted the story being me
Haha that’s all luv y’all girlies 4eva and always! Hugs & kisses!!!
XOXO
-TaLiA-
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:54 pm
*sits down criss-cross-applesuace on story rug and looks up at Alyse* I’m ready.
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:54 pm
no private, but its
roleplay…hehe
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Sorry Thalia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Obviously we are both thinking that…Where did we leave off…..ummI REMEMBER!! Alice saw them being killed, but not WHO was killing them…
So….
Rose: So really, its not in the next day, because they dont even know WHO is going to do this too us….right?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:56 pm
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have 520 responses!
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:58 pm
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December 22nd, 2009 at 3:58 pm
Wait, so you guys are writing a story? I don’t get this “roleplay” thing. BTW Was that “hehe” evil laughter? Evil laughter is cool. But not when a person means it. Hehehe! g2g
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:59 pm
heheh but im really sure we didn’t leave off there im gonna look for it you should to…pretty please?
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:59 pm
Thalia, that posted twice.
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Anjor- it’s ok!!!
And srry posted twice!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Kkk…let me know..cuz thats where i saw we left off
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Francesca? Can I help? I wanna know what this story is!!! *starts bawling like a baby*
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Anjor- isnt mwhahahahahahaa Evil laughter but in anycase laughing is FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:01 pm
nm we did leave off there ok ;0
umm so
….what were you saying?
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:01 pm
*cues lightning and evil lab background* heheheheheheheheheheehhehehehehehhee
I didn’t mean.
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:01 pm
Anjor- its not a story…its roleplay..you pertend to be people from books or movies…..
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:02 pm
srry guys i gtg have dinner leah explain to everybody b back later i tihnk
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:02 pm
Rose: So really, its not in the next day, because they dont even know WHO is going to do this too us….right?
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:03 pm
hehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have you all in my clutches!!!!! Oops! Did I say that out loud? JK!!!! (just kidding)
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:03 pm
Lol!!
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:03 pm
Leah? Can I do the thing? Please? Pretty please???
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:05 pm
With sprinlkes on top? Pretty please??????
December 22nd, 2009 at 4:05 pm
oops girlies!! G2g!!
ll be back in about 20 minutes!!