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Beetles are my favorite car, and pink is my favorite color!!!!!
Go green! I love those green heels and that green flower is really cool!! Peace out!! LOL!! :D
...as talkative as they are!
Peace out man!! LOL :)
I'm sooo random!
PAIGE TAYLOR ROX!!!!
My puppy Bo in the grass, he's sooo cute!!!! :)
"All you need is love!"-The Beatles
THEY ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
"I use mouthwash, sometimes, I floss, I've got a family and I drink cups of tea!"-Kate Nash
Well, Kate, since you drink all that tea, you better use mouthwash and sometimes floss! Way to go on dental hygene. Your dentist must like that song! You should be on a Listerene commercial!!!!!! :D HAHA!!!!!!! You rock!!!!!!!!!!
Just some funky random graphics...!!!!! :)
...because I DO!!!!!! :D
Who doesn't love SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!?????????
...is sooo yummy! :)
...not only is it YUMMY it can solve all problems!!!!!!!!!!
Isn't this cool??!! I added it because it looked like an abstract painting of some lady's face! Like the red strokes of paint could be like a short haircut and the white spots could be the shape of her face!!! idk
This is my story, tell me what you think!
giselle peppermint
by paige l. taylor
CHAPTER 1: ORDANAIRY LIFE
Hi, my name is Giselle Peppermint. Everybody says it’s a funny name, I don’t blame them! Anyway, I’m in my sophomore year. I have a little brother named Jason and he can be quite annoying, of course most 4 year old boys are. I also have a mom named Maria. She goes to a book club every Sunday to talk about boring old books that no one even cares to hear about with other women. Then I have a dad named Doug. He’s a physiatrist. He always quotes “Your times up, I’ll see you next week” whenever I ask him to sign a permission slip or somethin’ like that for me. I always dreamed of having a little sister. My Auntie Tina is pregnant and is having a girl, well; at least I’ll have a cousin that’s a girl. Tina and her husband deiced to named their daughter Sarah Abigail Peppermint. Anyway let’s talk about school life, I have 2 best friends, their names are Charlotte and Andrew. He gets so bored when I and Charlotte are talking about girl stuff. Get this.... Charlotte fashion designed ever since the age of 7! She wants to pursue a career in fashion design. She can even make jeans! We’ve known each other since preschool and we’ve been in the same class always. Next up is my crush Julian, No, I didn’t blush! He is so cute! He has the most gorgeous sky blue eyes. Whenever somebody looks at him they sparkle. He’s also really good at fishing, karate and pool. (Billiards for all you science geeks!) Last comes my arch, enemy, Veronica. She has these witchy looking brown eyes that when you look into them it gives you goose bumps. So this morning I went to school. Derek, Julian’s best friend was dribbling a basketball in the school lobby. “Derek,” I said “Ms. Durkins (the principal) “says no playing sports in any part of school except in the P.E. room!”
“I know, but she’s gone skiing in Maine. ” Derek said.
“But what about the vice headmaster?” I asked.
“He’s out sick” Derek told me.
“Didn’t they set any rules while they were gone?” I asked.
“Who cares?” Derek said.
I walked away to my locker to grab my books.
A couple days ago I just got a new locker and I am now 2 lockers down from “Hot Guy Julian” Veronica was totally hitting on Julian.... Typical. I can remember every romantic scene in the history of Bradley F. High School. She was just finished getting her books from her locker when she when up with this really smiley sexy look on her and then said “Hi Julian, you’re looking extra handsome today.” moving her hips in a circle.
Fortunately Julian just ignored it.
“Look.... Veronica you’re a nice girl and all but I really don’t think this would work out, aren’t you going out with Michael anyway? Julian asked.
“I was, but he broke up with me yesterday” Veronica said.
Actually, I saw them kissing in the janitor’s office this morning before English class, so therefore Julian should be rightfully mine. What do you think? Mrs. Giselle Martone or Mrs. Giselle Peppermint, personally I think it’s best to live under your husband’s name but you’re welcome to give suggestions.
I know, I know, marriage is a little too far, but think about it.... if I get some dissent proof that Veronica was kissing Michael this morning I might have a shot a winning him.
When I got home my mom was knitting and Jason was playing “Spaceman”.
If your wondering what my dad was doing he was sleeping.
I had gum in my hair... I bend down to get my ring.... it was on a wad of gum my hair, was touching the bus floor as well as my hand. The pink bubble gum stuck to my hair. There was no way I could get it out, it was hopeless. That’s my gum story and I’m sticking to it.
“Mom,” I said. “Can you help me get this wad of gum outa my hair for me?”
“Just a second..... I have 1 more loop to do, I’ll be right with ya hon” My mom dropped the knitting needles and gotten up from her leather recliner. She went up close to the dangling piece of pink gum and tried to “gently” pull it out from my hair.
”OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!” “I’m sorry honey, I’m trying to be as gentle as I can,” my mom said.
Just then my dad woke up. “What’s all the hub bub?” my dad asked.
“Apparently our little Gelly has a piece of gum stuck to her hair.” my mom said.
My dad stretched his right arm out and yawned. He got up and said to me “And how does that make you feel?”
Chapter 2: The Annoying people
Fortunately my mom got the giant wad of gum out of my hair in time for school. When I got to class, a smarty pants girl named Heidi Flem kept raising her hand to answer a question. The teacher always calls on her and she’s always right. She a straight A student and whenever we have a test she gets an A+. I mean, I would be happy for you if grade average wasn’t a C like mine! Although I must admit I am very good at science. I got an A+ on my 1st big science test of year. But other than that I suck at getting great grades. Then, when I was stepping out of the classroom Veronica and her clan of fashion zombies was slowly walking down the hallway probably so they can let everyone admire their “beauty”. “Ugh, you poor thing.... all dressed up rags and ugly skirts. “Here, let me take you to the rag doll convention”. Tessie, Olivia and Madison sneered. The “Short Mini Skirts” as I call them walked away or rather strutted down the hallway practically doing the catwalk. They had such tight, sour faces on them it almost looked like their faces couldn’t move and just had to keep like that forever and ever. A really dumb, short guy named John Henry Gardener had a crush on Tessie for 2 of the most stupid reasons of all:
1. Because he thinks she’s totally hot, typical for the average flirtatious guy, but trust me, I have no idea why any guy would like her considering that she’s cocky and underdressed.
2. Because he is Asian like her and he likes to date girls of the same race. He thinks they’ll look good together!
When I got home Jason was fast asleep with “Sesame Street” on. He was all covered up with a “blankie” as to what he calls a blanket. I guess my parents were out working still because I didn’t see them in any part of the house. So I have a big English exam tomorrow. Who knows if I’ll cram or not? I’ve got softball practice then lacrosse practice five until eight which then I have to have a TV dinner to watch “American Idol” That’s lasts for about 45 including the approximate value in which the show is half an hour and the 15 extra minutes that I use to finish all of my dinner. Then not to mention the season finale of the best show EVER, “Grey’s Anatomy” that goes on ‘till eleven so I’m probably gonna end up going to bed 1:00! YIKES! Then I have get up at 6:30 in the morning to go get ready for school at 7:30 so I won’t be late again! This in total gives me about 6 and half hours of sleep! I got a B- the last time. I hope I do better. Heidi Flem is like a female older version of Jimmy Neutron except she doesn’t have a TV show where she almost destroys the whole entire universe.
CHAPTER 3: THE CHAPTER OF PURE TEENAGE GIRL LIFE
When I got home from school I dropped my white handbag on the floor. Jason was getting hypnotized by sitting “Criss Cross Apple Sauce” like they would say in preschool, not Indian style or something like that or whatever. He was almost practically in the screen watching “Charlie and Lola”. Just incase you’re wondering what grade I got on my exam I got a B. That makes my average go from a C to a C+ and my point averages go from a 2.0 to a 2.5. Well, at least I’m getting better at grades! Charlotte an A- and Andrew got a C. Charlotte’s average is an A- and her grade number is 3.9. Andrew’s average is a C and his average number is 2.2. Veronica, Tessie, Olivia and Madison all got a D-. Later that evening I was up in my room listening to the new “Maroon 5” CD until I heard the pounding yet oddly sweet voice of Jason telling me that Mom wants me to come down for dinner. I politely paused my green iPod and went downstairs. I could see from my height the big blue cooking pot that held a heaping size of orange gumbo. Everyone dipped the silver ladle into the pot and served themselves a nice big helping of gumbo except for Jason of course because he was only so little so he got accompanied by my mom and we all sat down for dinner. Everyone was silent and stared at each other for about 5-10 minutes as we all slurped down our broth. “So.....” my dad said. “Anything going on at school lately with you kids?”
“Fireman Fred came!” Jason squealed.
“I don’t believe I know him” my dad replied.
“He’s part of Letter Land in preschool, he stands for F” my mom explained.
“Oh that’s right! I remember when Giselle used to do that!” my dad said.
“Anything going on with you Giselle?” my mom asked.
“No not really” I replied.
“Do you still like that Julian guy, or whatever his name is?” my dad asked.
My face fell and at that point I was rather quite timid.
“Giselle and Julian sittin’ in a tree.” “K-I-S-S-I-N-G
“Kissy face!”
“Ugh!” I mumbled marching up to my room.
I pressed “MENU” on my iPod and put on a song by “Katharine McPhee” called “Each Other”. Right now I really felt like was in the total mood for romance. But how ever could a sleek, smooth guy ever want to date me? My family is eccentric. I’m about as pretty as goat. But I really needed a man to woo and love me for once in my life other than 71 year old Grandpa Eric and my goofy dad, not to mention my uncle who’s got brain cancer and is about to croak any second now. Anyways, I’m in desperate need for some real intimacy. A second later I picked up my acoustic guitar and started playing a bit of a soft, slow piece. I started to sing:
You seem so free.
But I wonder if you love me.
At prom night will you smile at me?
Smile sweetly, soft and so sincere so that I know that it’s meaningful.
Races of romance!
Traces of romance!
Try to make you love me.
What God has in store.
You seem to get the pick of your girl.
But I’m just in your suck-ish world.
Got no sass.
And I got no steam.
But I’m just living my far dream.
Oooh yeah.
I sighed so deeply. I haven’t had a boyfriend ever except for the time when Taymon Leroux and I were so called at the time of 2 and 3 years old were “dating” but that was just a cute little relationship in preschool going on there so I haven’t a “real” boyfriend before. And also, the Valentine’s Day dance is coming. Valentine’s is also my B-Day too! That’s right folks! February 14! Love Day! My middle name is Valentine and yet, still don’t have guy! I know I’m a loser! I know! I should be locked up in the juvie. I know! So anyway, in other news were supposed to write a 10 page essay on The Arts: Music, Literature and Drama. Oh what fun! For those of you who don’t get jokes very often that was pure sarcasm. Mr. Alacout is way too strict. In other subjects, as usual “The Short Mini Skirts” were wearing matching grey see-through shirts so their bra revealing their large boobs from their wide cleavages! Way to ostentatious! But not for them anyway! So now that we’re into sexual terms I can tell you that I got my first period in the middle of math class today. I felt something wet in my panties. I thought to myself “Oh, that makes sense.... a lot of girls their period around this age!” Then it started kick in that I was having my period. “Oh, of course.... I’m getting my period!” I quietly but quickly tip-toed over to the door and opened it trying not to let it screech so it wouldn’t disturb the session. When I got to the ladies’ room queerly their vending machine selling loads of tampons and pads. On the top above the slot where you deposit your money in big, black, boldfaced letters it said PLEASE DEPOSIT 25 CENTS. I put a quarter from the 8 quarters I had in my hand and I asked for “Tampax Pearl” Then it asked what I would like. I pressed the button that said Regular and out came shooting a package of tampons. Then I strode off to the bathroom and opened the door. The stall door had creaked when I opened it. There was already a bloody toilet paper in the toilet. I guess somebody had forgotten to flush. I hate it when people forget to flush! Aren’t they humans? Anyway I flushed for them. I don’t want to share my first tampon experience. It was not pretty.
After that traumatic pubic incident was over I started to head back to my math class when the bell rang. I turned back around and head for the automatic doors. When I got outside it was a little breezy from the wind, but not too bad. I sprinted to my little silver van and waited for all the busses to start moving. After about 10 minutes I started to drive. I pulled into my family’s driveway and stepped on the stone stairs the led me to the door. My mom was peeling potatoes. I just sat there still with my arms wrapped around the recliner for about 30 minutes. I don’t know why but I was kind of lethargic and lazy today. As soon as that half an hour was done my shouted “Come and get it” Me, my dad and my brother Jason a scattered around the center floor of the kitchen. Only Little Maniacal Jason was sitting at the island in his booster seat looking wide eyed out into the living room. He was looking at the bright picture that the TV screen gave off and bounced off it making the light scatter in the room. He could hear the distinct voice of Pat Sayjack telling some perky blonde girl that the letter N had already been called.
CHAPTER 4: HURT AND CONFUSION
The next morning I was tired again. The sky was grey, dark and gloomy. Probably that’s why I was so tired. I groggily urged myself to get out from under my warm comfy duvet and headed downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen happily flipping over pancakes with her so called “trusty spatula” In like 2 seconds she pulled out a nice big beige pancake and put it on my plate. It had peeks of brown around the edges. Then shortly she handed me a butter knife, a fork and one of those little tiny packets of butter. I slowly started to cut my pancake. When I got to my classroom in school I could suddenly hear the droany voice of my annoying homeroom teacher Mrs. Bay grading 10 page essays. At that moment I had just realized that I had forgotten to write mine “Shit!” I said through my teeth to myself. Turns out Andrew and Charlotte forgot too. Well, at least I’m not alone! Best friends seem to always do the things that you do even though they’re not purposely trying to do it. But it seems like they are! So good old Bay here gave me a demerit. Another helping of sarcasm for this diary of mine. People wonder why I don’t have an actual diary so I can feed its pages a portion of my own handwritten script instead of going for a plain font and keeping it on my iBook and not having a lock but folder that quotes KEEP OUT! But why the hell would I waste my allowance on some retarded fru fru girlie diary that’s for 8 year old girls who still have Teddy Bears and Beanie Babies displayed sitting up so properly on her mountain of decorative pillows.
Directly when I got home from school the phone rang. My mom picked up and said Hello. Then queerly she giggled and smiled faintly. I had the “Why Are You Doing That?” face put on me almost subconsciously. Then hours later dinnertime came around tonight, unlike last night however, we would all be sitting at the rather large dinning table. The awkward silence wasn’t as heavy as the 1 the night before. People started to talk with in 2 minutes instead of 10. Thank god! Imagine “The Gossip Girls” spreading bad and frankly but sadly true rumors that I had a family who had awkward silences all the time! Shutter. How embarrassing would that be?
“We have our big 10th grade test tomorrow morning at 9 to see if we get free college tuition” I reminded my parents.
“Oh yes, that right I forgot about that!” my dad replied.
My dad always forgets things.
We all gobbled up our dinners and headed for what ever lounging piece of furniture we could that was free. For some reason my mom seemed kinda pissed off with my dad for some reason tonight. And what’s for sure is the fact that if my dad gets even a tiny morsel of evidence that somebody is pissed with his face will turn fire engine red and immediately get pissed off with the person. He did exactly just that! Strangely a couple weeks after that they got into a huge fight because my 2nd cousin tried to commit suicide and had tried to kill not only himself but my father, my mother, me and his retarded brother. There is a really sad story behind him. He was on all these awful drugs like cocaine and heroine. He nearly killed him self. Poor thing! He was all messed up. Then he went to see the college guidance consoler a bunch of times and he was just too depressed for anyone to handle. She said he might need to go see a physiatrist. That was too much for the physiatrist too. So their only choice was to send him to his doctor. The doctor prescribed some kind of special medication pills that again was some kind of bad drugs. I think they were kind of like steroids. He’s gone manic ever since and developed Agraphobia, the phobia of sexual abuse. It’s a painful yet weird story. And the reason I’m telling you this sad, sad story is because this diary is only for ages 13+. Little kids like Jason would flip about it and have nightmares all through the night. When we had to tell Jason we had to tell it in a way that he would understand. Anyway, in the fight they were just screaming and yelling their asses off. I guess the whole thing was about my dad went to the store to get some things that we needed. He didn’t have any money with him at the time so he bounced a check. Now my mom is having a huge hissy fit over it. I went to bed at 11 watching AI and GA. (American Idol and Grey’s Anatomy). By then, the fight was over. When I was in my bed I was gazing at the crisp white window which held the navy blue sky and the glimmering white moon that sat on top. So many thoughts were buzzing about in my head. I was in my own little world. So many things were going on right now. I had the test that could show me if I was bright enough to go to a high-end college. My family was all messed up and I couldn’t figure out romance Things were very confusing.
CHAPTER 5: HMMM....
Today was not just any ordanairy day. It was the day when I would find my destiny. When I got to school I sprinted to the Resource Room and there was Ms. White. So cheerful and upbeat. I took a seat at my beige desk. Ms. White was administrating the thick booklets to everyone. She disturbed that class by clapping, 2 times fast. Everyone looked up from their “careful” watching when they text messaged. “Now, listen up” White said. “I know some of you probably are a little nervous, but just do your best” she continued. “You may not start until I have instructed you to do so” “You may begin” she said a second letter” Everyone started moving their eyeballs left to right quickly, reading the many questions as quickly as possible. I was the 3rd to last person to finish. After Derek finished White had shouted “I will look over your test when you’re at break.”Have a good one” she said. When I got home I scrimmaged through my backpack and I found that White must have shoved my test into my tote bag. It had a big fat A on it. and in script letters:
You’re defiantly improving! :)
You made it!
Then I pulled out a green sticky note with Charlotte’s handwriting written on it. It said.
Did you ace it? I hope you did. Anyway I just want to tell you that I did! Ms. White says I’m gonna be on the Junior honor role for next year!
I replied:
Yes, I did! That’s great that you’re gonna be on the honor role for Junior semester! And guess what? For the first time in my life I got an A!
Love Ya,
XOX,
Gigi
The thing I love about Charlotte is she’s super smart, she’s fashionable, but yet nice. And she doesn’t purposely show off her bra! She has perfectly straight brown hair. She usually wears it down. You never know what she’s going to be wearing! Andrew’s OK. He can be kinda dumb sometimes, but he’s not so bad! No clique would take him so I and Charlotte took him in!
CHAPTER 6: COLLEGES
So Charlotte says she’s applied for FCC. (Fashion Career College) It’s 1 of the most high-end fashion universities in America. I think she says it’s located in Ohio. We live in Colorado. I might take up a major in writing. I dunno about Andrew though. He doesn’t care as much as I or Charlotte does about anything! But the awesome thing about Andrew is that he speaks his mind.
CHAPTER 7: PROM NIGHT
I don’t know about you guys but I can’t believe my prom night’s tonight! But I bet it’s more thrilling for me than for you! But I dunno! Unfortunaly, I didn’t manage to snag a hot date though. So, I’m going with Charlotte. She even made our dresses. Mine is navy blue. It’s long and slimming. The navy complements my olive skin tone and dark brown hair It’s made of satin! Charlotte is wearing a slimming slinky classic little black dress. It’s silk! I just talked to Charlotte like 20 minutes ago. She says she’s got hair curlers in her hair. Now, I’m brushing my teeth and doing it in my room where my iBook is. I’m brushing my teeth while typing! Hold on I gotta rinse! BRB..... OK I’m done! Oooh! I got an IM from Hayley Brushmore, a musician that I hangout with from time to time.
WHATEVERBASS221: hey
SLIMBESTGIGI: hey, what’s up?
WHATEVERBASS221: Just wondering what you were doing....
SLIMBESTGIGI: I’m going to my prom tonight with another friend.
WHATEVERBASS221: Who?
SLIMBESTGIGI: Charlotte Butternut
WHATEVERBASS221: She’s a very cool chic!
SLIMBESTGIGI: Yeah.... I know, she’s my best friend!
SLIMBESTGIGI: G2G!
Isn’t she funny? She’s kind of bitter about things sometimes though. Well, if I want to go ever to this prom I better hop in the shower and get my dress on.
So, I’ve got in the shower and blow dried my hair complete utter beauty. Now I just have to get my dress on. A moment later I walked downstairs as poised and gracefully as I could be. My mom had the digital camera and my dad had the camcorder. My mom was taking photos of me like the paparazzi flashing at Paris Hilton! “Oh! You look gorgeous honey!” my mother beamed. I was covering my eyes because of the flash. “Mom!” I said. “Just one more picture sweetie” my mom said.
“Bye!” I said.
“Have fun!” my dad said. When I walked out the door I could hear the whisper of my dad to my mom. “She’s grown up so fast” “It seems just yesterday we were changing diapers” Come to think of it I thought I looked more gorgeous than ever imagined and I’m sure my parents did too. But I had second thoughts when I saw Charlotte with her wavy brown locks. Andrew surprisingly looked super sophisticated in his black pin- stripe tuxedo imitating Ryan Seacrest. “You both look absoluty stunning” I said. “Thanks, you do too” Charlotte replied holding a glass of iced tea. “There’s ice coffee, iced tea or punch if you want anything” she said. As I looked around the dance floor and I could see that Julian was front and center dancing with Tara Evans. She’s a semi-popular girl. She’s nice. Julian was spinning her round. They both were smiling. I clunked over with my heels and said hi. “How you doing?” I asked. “Good” Julian said. “This is my date Tara”. “We’ve been acquainted” I told Julian. A girl name Kiki Hollins was turning around moving her camcorder and specifically shooting at the DJ scratching. Then a few songs later came a song by “Akon” called “Don’t Matter”. It seemed as though everyone in the school loved this song. Including me. Immideitly everyone started swaying their hips slowly to the reggae beat pop song that was a catchy teen love song. Akon is a teen heartthrob, but not like Justin Timberlake where he is ever-so arrogant about his sex appeal. He is nice. He even apologized for sexually abusing a young girl, with a catchy song called “Blame It on Me” Go Akon! HA HA! Everyone seemed to have dates except me, Charlotte and Andrew. At that moment, I felt rather bad for myself. Even though, it seemed like I was having a good time, I actually was faking it. I bet Jason was having a good time deciding weather he was gonna have a Resses Peanut Butter Cup and share the other cup with his friend, Ethan or share a medium sized popcorn. The reason I can predict my mom’s popcorn choices is because whenever we go to see some kitty movie for Jason my parents always get him small popcorn. Double that, since of Ethan and you’ve got a medium size. (Me and my parents always just get a caffeinated soda like Coke or Mountain Dew). But anyway, enough about junk food and soft drinks at the concession stand.
CHAPTER 8: SWEET 16
No, it’s not my 16th birthday, nor Andrew’s but Charlotte’s. July 30th. The Lucky Leo. She’s having an all girls party. It’s at 7 and everyone is staying over. We’ll probably be watching chic flicks all night. I better jump in the shower if I ever want to get to this thing! OK! I’m out of the shower and ready to roll. I sprinted over to my bedroom with girlie, pink green a white lanterns hanging down from the ceiling. I wanted something sassy and mysterious. I snatched a brown flowy skirt from a droor. I grabbed a polka dot tank that I just bought from H&M and a little jacket. I went downstairs and went to the bathroom. I applied a pale pink eyeshadow and sheer gloss. I stepped out of the bathroom, with the sound of my high heels clinking. I put on my brown tweed blazer and headed out the door. When I got to the door, Charlotte greeted me with a grin on her face, and a hug a stepped in further and put my blazer on the coat rack. I could here Mat Kearney blasting off of “iTunes” On the left side of the room I could see girls, some drab, in sweat clothes, and some glam, with cocktail dresses and little shawls on their shoulders munching away on corn chips and guacamole. And all the little ladies in fancy dresses sipping virgin martinis, of all different flavors. From watching all these other girls, I decided to get something too. So apparently Veronica wrote something on a piece of paper. It said:
Remember to smile when Charlotte says hi. I only went because my mom said “I think Charlotte’s a sweet girl. I don’t want my family to know that I don’t like those dweebs. People seem to think it’s kinda sour & shallow, for some pathetic, wimpy reason. You’re the shallow ones guys, not me! Luckily I forced myself to bake this retarded apple pie with the help of my peppy mother all alone while my alcoholic dad drinks cocktails & takes shots of beer all night at the bar. Oh well then, that’s the way my life has always been. I think that’s part of my rage to those geeks.
I was shocked. I had no idea! The truth, I felt sort of bad for her. When I say that, I feel like rubbing my teeth with soap. But it was true. Every popular girl has a reason for being mean to people. “It’s usually because they’re having a bad day...” our guidance counselor, Ms. Hopkins says. And as overly serene as she may be, I guess she’s right in a way. I glanced at Veronica, almost in a stern way. Then, she glanced at me with the same face. Then I had sort of a sheepish smile put on my face. She looked away, I looked away. She came up to me and said “You read it, didn’t you?” I put my head down and slowly nodded. She was clenching her fists and then released. She didn’t seem angry. She frowned though. “My dad’s rehab right now, this is his 2nd time going”. She paused. My mom doesn’t even care anymore, she became all peppy when he started going to bars a lot more” she explained. I was only 6 when he started.” I was all upset that he wasn’t there” It was like I was her best friend now, now that things were getting deep and intense. “If you’ve ever read “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants”, you know the part when Al talks about his fiancée’s ex and how he was a drug addict just like my father, well, if you did, I wept and sobbed and empathized.” “I smiled when Ann wrote that Paul had the courage to go see his dad in rehab” she said. “But Krista didn’t go at all, did she?” I asked. “No, I don’t think....” she replied. “Anyway, wanna go get some chips?” Veronica asked. “Sure” I replied. We went over to the table, just when yanked me. “Why have you been hanging out with her all night?” Charlotte asked in a hushed tone. Despite her quiet tone, I could tell she wanted to yell. “Well, I read this note that she wrote, and her dad’s a drug addict, so we were talking about her sad life, as a little kid, and sometime even now!” I explained. “Oh, so now you’re friends with a girl you used to hate!” she wailed. “You’re supposed to be laughing your butt off with me!” she said. “This is my day!”
I felt so bad! She was right! I should been laughing my butt off with her! When I went home I went up to my bedroom and put my iPod on, and listened to “Apologize, feat. OneRepublic”
CHAPTER 9: IS IT TOO LATE?
At 10:30, when I had went to bed, I lay on my bed, limbs stretched out, letting my thoughts immerge, so my conscience could repeat them to me. I had trouble sleeping. I was thinking about what I had done. I tried to close my eyes, and I went into fetal position, but I tossed and turned. I opened my eyes again. I sighed.
CHAPTER 10: IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE!
Last night, I decided that, despite the song, it wasn’t too late to apologize. I put on my purple robe and went downstairs. I poured myself some “Cocoa Puffs” and munched on them for a while at the island. Then I sprinted off to my room, grabbed a pink shirt, with black lettering that said:
GIRLS GET INTO FIGHTS
I figured that was appropriate for apologizing to show Charlotte that it could have happened anytime that we were just bound to get into a fight. Anyway, more fashion talk; I dunno why I’m acting like Charlotte when she talks! There was something underneath the shirt too, it was a medium green plain tee, and it was attached. Let’s get off the subject! Anyway, I got to Charlotte’s. I rang the doorbell, and when Charlotte saw me she frowned and said annoyed, “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound sympathetic. I cleared my throat. “I came here to apologize!” “If she hangs out with Tessie, Olivia, and Madison then I shouldn’t be hanging out with her. “She chooses to wear minis above the knee and that’s gross, you can’t just choose to be popular because you’re sad.” “That’s just damaging yourself!” I completed. She gave me hug, let go, and said “Don’t tell it to me, tell it to Veronica!” “Anyways, wanna come in and have some soda?” she offered. I came in. She bent over at the mini fridge and said we have “Fanta”, “7Up”, “Sprite” “Canada Dry”, “Coke”, or “Coke Zero”
“Coke Zero” “would be great, thanks” I said. She tossed me a “Coke Zero” I opened the can and it made the sound that soda makes when your first open it. I chugged some of it down. Charlotte pulled out a seat for me and we sat across from each other. “I can’t wait to go on that ski trip in France right before the end of the school year!” “Why are you so excited for the ski trip? I asked. “You weren’t before. “ I know” she said. “But between you and me, this really cute French boy came to Colorado and he’s super hot, slicked back blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous! “And guess what?” she rhetorically asked. “He pecked me on the cheek!” she squealed. “More good news!” she said. “I told him about the ski trip, and how it was in Northern France and he said he and he buddies teach there! So I could take Pierre, and you could take, What’s-Is-Name!” We stood up from are chairs and started happy dancing like what they do in “Hannah Montana” all the time; I baby-sit a 10 year old girl.
CHAPTER 11: LOVE IS IN THE AIR FOR EVERYONE!
At break, Andrew came up to me and Charlotte acting all giddy. “Guys, I got my first kiss!” he blurted out. “Like a make-out!” “Her name’s Melony” “She so awesome and sexy!”
“Well we’re gonna get sexy guys in June!”
CHAPTER 12: BYE-BYE!
Well, my fellow readers, this is last chapter, grand finale.
"You are ONE GROOVY CHICK girlfriend!" -The Duck (it was a Halmark E-card!)
I like this heart because of the flowers!
Can't wait for the new movie to come out...loved the first one...read all four books...obsessed with the series now...the first one is my favorite book of all time...well, @ least 4 now anyway! LOL! Pumped 4 the movie!
Me in painting form!! LOL!!
Peace out!!
Pink!!!
The Beatles!!!!! :)
I put a pic of Audrey Hepburn on here because she is one of my favorite actresses, she is in one of my favorite films, she is is soooo sophistocated, AND she has hair like me! :)
Gotta ♥ the Disney movies!!! C'mon, isn't that sweet??!!
Peace out!☮
I'm proud of my nerdiness!!!! :) haha
That's Edward Cullen from the movie "Twilight". Robert Pattinson plays him. Isn't he GORGEOUS??!! SO HOT right??!! I'm reading the book right now, I'm on pg. 115!
That's the movie poster, and Edward with his girlfriend Bella!! :)
