Teen Dreams

Fashionista inItaly3

2011-06-03T04:43:00.000-07:00

It has been two years now. I have newly become engaged to Ed's best friend, Dominic. I now put on fashion shows all the time. I design my own clothes. I have a small boutique fashion label called Madam Jeffrie's. Do not ask me why I named it that. She has become my fashion alter ego for business transactions.
Dominic and I are planning to marry next year in the Spring. April should be a good time to take the vows. That ring will go on and I will be with him forever. It gives me jitters just thinking about it!
Lots of the boys from the first show have done really well and most of them always do the favour of appearing at my shows if I ask.
I have a good, new, little, close-knit group of friends here now. Especially in London. I don't really have friends in Milan but I am making one or two in New York. All the fashion capitals darling! I sound like I am becoming one of the fashion clique now.
I've heard good things about Glasgow. It could be the up and coming new fashion capital. What will Paris think? There are some really good new designers in Glasgow. I wonder how much tartan they will use? Is that obvious? Tacky? Or just proud?
Well, I hope to chat to you again soon but I do not know if I will have time to write this with all my travelling and new, hectic career.
My new job that I am loving the most at the moment is hunting for my wedding dress. What to choose?! Should I go designer and classic like Chanel or quirky like Vivienne Westwood? Or boutique? Vintage? Highstreet? That would save money. I don't know...
For now ciou and see you when I'm fifty! That's what it feels like anyway. Goodbye.

Fashionista in England 2

2009-04-06T06:26:00.000-07:00

Monday 6 April

I tried to find a job today. No luck! The best I could get was a Saturday job with the teenage girls in the local clothes shop! How awful. I will not be having that one. I think I am going to have to start my own fashion label from home.
So tonight is the big night! I got a new dress from the shop - very glittery. The teen girls there were very nice to me. They got on very well with me since I am not that much older than them anyway. I think I am going to take that job until my business bets up and running.

Show time!

I arrived at the place to find out that I was indescribably late and drenched by the rain. I saw round the corner of the house was a hedge garden and thought I would run through it and sneak in the back door and pretend I was in the kitchen with the cook all the time!
So I snuck round and found Edward's best friend.
He saw me and said, "Ruth! What are you doing here?!" he asked.
"Why? What do you mean?!" I asked.
"Well, Edward is having an engagement party."
"I didn't know we were getting married!? He should have asked me first!?" I was really angry now and getting frustrated.
"No, it's not for you. It's for him and his ex - Rachel," he looked really sorry for me.
His big, dark hazel eyes shone through the sky, planted on my lips.
He was just staring at my mouth and we were quite close to each other.
"Oh - GOD!" I turned to enter the house.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me forcefully towards him. I stared up at him.
"I-"" I shivered in the cold, frosty air.
It was extra cold up here. I could not cover my arms from the cold because he had them grasped firmly in his hands. My breath was seen on the wind as it whisked away to another day.
"Sh!" he said.
Someone was coming outside, a maid I guess. He covered my mouth and dragged me backwards through the maze. I tried to call out but I couldn't stop him! No one could hear me. What was he going to do to me? Kill me? Was this his plan all along???
Eventually he took his hand off my mouth and I gulped in lots of air, the cold shredding my vocal chords with it's harshness.
He said, "Sh."

He kissed me. His lips were really cold and slightly blue. They soon warmed up and turned pink as we were kissing. I blushed in what felt like the mid-winter. I looked down. he held my hand and lifted my chin with his hand.
"I really like you," he told me, "Will you date me?"
"What?!" I asked turning and trying to walk away.
He stood, steadfast, grinning, attached to my wrist like a small child who can't let go.

"Will you?"
"Is this all this was about? Has he even split up with me?!" his face looked crumpled like an old carpet.
I was starting to twig. Something wasn't right. My branch of thought was heading to indecision. Should I talk it out or get out of the emotional cold and head inside to the warm arms of Edward.
"Is anyone getting married?!"
"Well, actually, I got the idea because Ed's dad is going to marry the maid!?"
"What kind of friend are you?!" I asked.
He pulled me round, "I love you when you are firey!" he pulled me close and kissed me.
It wasn't the same. Not so cold and calculated. More mangled and tension filled. It was really nice - actually!

We headed indoors. Me smiling and our hands swinging, joined between us. We were like two naughty school children heading into the house to tell everyone. I did not want to steal Ed's dad's thunder or hurt Edward's feelings but I guessed - this was how it was gonna have to be!

"Hi!" I said as we entered.
Ed and his dad smiled and then frowned. Ed's ex frowned and then smiled. The maid - Lily - frowned all the way. She was from Italy and had liked me.
"Out, out OUT!!!!??" she cried with all her little lungs gusto and bravery, she looked like she could flatten me just then even though she was nearly a midget at a very small 3' 9", it was really funny that the very tall 6" Ed's dad - Nithander had decided to marry her, really. I guess love is blind and deaf going at the pitch of which she screamed! Also her cat stinks the house out. Guess it can't smell either.

"Ruthy! How could you do this to me?!" since when had we been on pet name terms?

We were chased out by Edward, his family and the dogs and staff. The ex watched from the window and smiled as I went. She looked down at me from the top window with her evil eyeliner and lurid pink lipstick. She did look very good - I had to admit but on anyone else it would be vile! I guessed she was vile and that's why it suited her.
He had a hand or more full there with that one. I know sexist men normally say this when a woman has some back bone and stands up to his silly ideas but she is awful - I could tell from just LOOKING at her! Why do men go out with such awful women, are they really THAT shallow?! I guess so...
Not all men of course but some. I feel like a real man basher here, not like me at all!

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Spring!!

2009-04-02T08:54:00.001-07:00

What season are you? (Anime Girls)

Spring
You love expressing your feelings! You like to try new things and you're very outgoing. You bloom like a new flower. You love dancing in the rain and you're very friendly. You are spring. :D

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Natural Beaut (appar)

2009-04-02T08:26:00.001-07:00

What color eyeshadow are you?

Natural
Your a natural beauty. and you dont need make up to show people how gorgeous you are

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Twilight

2009-03-31T05:31:00.000-07:00

Which book are you?

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
Scary. You are in love with a vampire. You live in a rainy, dank, dark town. You have a beat up old truck. You do mad things like jump off cliffs in the wrong weather and crash motorcycles. You like bounding through the woods on Edward's back. Your best friend is Jacob, a werewolf. You sure are attracted to wild things. You must reach the bell tower in time! You want to be a vampire.

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They call me hell, they call me Stacy...

2009-03-31T04:39:00.001-07:00

Which Narnia Character Are You?

Lucy Pevensie
You Are Gentle,Sweet,And Love All Things Good,Your Best Friends Are Aslan And Mr.Tumnus!!

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Earth

2009-03-31T04:31:00.001-07:00

What are your true powers?

Earth
You have had some deep conections with the earth, Weather it be you enjoy hikeing or just being outside. Your type is generaly shy but not allways. Lately you may have noticed some that when your arownd plants and EARTH they have a good afect on you. You will soon find out that you have a big influence on the earth.

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Spongebob

2009-03-31T04:05:00.001-07:00

How well do you know Spongebob?

Hell, Yes!
Either you've been watching Spongebob for a long time, or you have a friend or younger sibling constantly educating you. Look how happy he is! ...like he's about to piss his pants!

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Fashionista in England 1

2009-03-30T11:20:00.000-07:00

Monday 30 March

We arrived in England. I stepped off the plane at Heathrow and breathed in the English air for the first time in my life. I smiled. Happy here. He held my hand. We kissed and entered his world. his best friend, Michael was there to meet him off the plane. Apparently posh men also did this as well as Italians. (Also posh women).

There was a chauffeur waiting to pick us up, Edward's. I was so excited I clapped my hands and jumped up and down.
"She's cute!" Michael commented, "Like a pony I once had."
Like a pony?! Were all posh blokes this mad?

We arrived.

This was Edward's palace, his castle, well - his dad's for now but it was, actually a castle!

I was so enthralled by it all. His butler, also called Edward, (this would be confusing) took my coat and suitcases. Edward showed us around. Michael made funny comments as we went, I couldn't stop giggling. I winked at him. I couldn't help it.

Edward tried to show me round his farm but I had high heels on. They got covered in mud. The beautiful, black things. I nearly got tripped over by a pig and a goat bit my coat to shreds right off my back! Not a good day.

Tomorrow I will try and find a fashion job. For now I am just going to try sleeping in my new bed. It is in Edward's spare room for the moment.

I could not get to sleep at all! Edward is slumbering, snoring - the pig! Though I don't know if pigs actually snore... They must do, they snort.

I had a hot cup of cocoa down stairs. Not the same as back home...

I phoned my brother for a chat. He was the only person I knew who would be up this late. My dad died years ago.
"So you've found your English prince charming at last, eh, Ruthie!"
"Shut up! Don't call me that!" I moaned, flapping my hand to bat away the comments even though he couldn't see me.
"You are a mad goose!" the shame, my own brother - calling me that!
Has anyone ever called you a mad goose? I thought not...

I searched through the local magazines for jobs and interviews, as well as the newspapers. It was 1.00 in the morning. My eyes were rubbed by my hands and I yawned. I headed to bed. At 7am in the morning apparently Edward yanked the magazine from my hand with full force that I had been gripping on the end of my floppy arm, hanging out the side of the bed.

I woke up and my mouth opened. I opened my eyes. My arms stretched diagonally to each side. I was in my jimjams, the lovely, fluffy teddy ones. It was 8.00am, Edward gave me a wee kiss and handed me a rack of toast and lovely, homemade, local, strawberry jam with locally churned butter. Mmm! he headed off to work after squishing me into a hug and kissing me again, again, again and again! I giggled as I pushed him out of the room.
"Go on! You're going to be late!" he over powered me and kissed me one last time.
"Just one last kiss," he smiled with me and kissed me again, a lot more this time.
"More please!" I ordered my love.
"LAter!" he winked, waved and left me.
All alone. In the big, cold house. Yikes. It was scary in here. I shuddered at the thought. (I won't tell you what one). Even Edward (the butler) was out golfing with his pals. Tuesday was his day off and he was old enough to retire but he was loyal to Edward as he had brought him up and his father before him.
I hadn't met Edward's dad yet but I heard I would that night at a dinner. It was very formal, apparently, Michael would be there (yay)! and Edward's ex (boo)! So I'd see them all then... what a picnic.

Fashionista in Italy 6

2009-03-28T15:42:00.000-07:00

Saturday 28 March

The Decision

He stared into my eyes. His look was too strong, I had to look away.
"Please,"
"Don't beg!" I told him, holding up my hand.
I hate it when people beg, except when it's me and I deserve it.
"I'll come with you!" he grabbed my hands in his.
Our elbows were bent and our arms up, our hands by our cheeks.
He pulled me closer, staring into my eyes, "I love you!" he told me.
"I love you!" I told him.
I told Fernando I was leaving and he said, "Si, Bella! I can not see you go!" he kissed me on each cheek four times!
"I will miss you forever!" he hugged me and so did his boyfriend.
We had all become very good friends since that first show. It had binded us together.
I was sad to see them go but knew my life was changing and they couldn't fit into it anymore.
"Cioa, Bella!" he never did call me Ruth, that was the last words I ever heard Fernando speak.
We never did stay in touch.

I've seen him in the papers since. He's a really big movie star now, we go to see his movies at the cinema all the time. Edward doesn't believe me that I knew him and gave him his first big break. His first ever publicist and agent was watching the fashion show that night. He handed Fernando his card and changed Fernando's life forever.
I told my boutique boss I was leaving and she cried. I had never seen a middle-aged woman cry before. My mum never did get very emotional. Some people said she was cold but I knew that was just her way of saying, 'I love you' with silence. She would soon have someone else to cover my job, it was a really great starting point for someone.
That was it. All my links in Roma and the rest of Italy.

Roma, Roma, Roma,
How I've grown to miss you,
I nearly kissed you,
But I had to say,
Goodbye.

I kissed a coin and through it over my head before we had to go one last time into that famous fountain again, and wished...

I won Absolutely Fabulous Dress

2009-03-28T13:24:00.000-07:00

*********!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!************
It is a fairy dress Bubbles wore a lot.
I payed £100 for it (I know) but it was for Comic Relief on an auction bids site called marketplace09
Check it out:
http://www.marketplace09.com
You can still see it in the finished auctions bit.

It comes with a pink dress, fairy wings, under-skirt, eye, pink, glitter bracelet and ring that actually have eyes on!! Some pink earrings that are round and baby pink.
It is all very cool and all mine!!
Yaya!
L xxxxxxx

Love is All Around YOU

2009-03-28T09:11:00.001-07:00

Do they fancy you?

Love You
Dude, your in deep! I hope you love them too or you are gonna break their heart. They will stare into your yes no matter what's happening around you. Maybe that Valentine is from them...

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Girlfriend

2009-03-28T08:13:00.001-07:00

Which Avril Lavigne song are you?

Girlfriend
Girlfriend

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Radio Scotland

2009-03-27T13:34:00.000-07:00

I got two texts read out on Radio Scotland!!!!!!
How cool?!!!
This is really fab and amazing for a Scottish girl at heart.
They were asking if you went to school with anyone famous. I said that Calvin Harris went to my school, Dumfries Highschool.
I did not go there at the same time but they read mine out and someone else's and asked if we had any stories about them. I said I did not go at the same time as him but my music teacher said he did not pass his music exam for Standard Grade the first time and had to do it again to pass!
They read out my 2nd text with this and I was over the moon! I'm the only story person they've had so far but I'll keep you posted if they get any more.
This is true by the way - not a story!!!!!
:D ;) ;D :) `:P :p ;p ;P
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*************
!!!********
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(*********)
~L x

Fashionista in Italy 5

2009-03-27T11:58:00.000-07:00

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Friday 27 March

The show is on! Everyone's ready. They are buzzing about it. The other girls from the first designers new look are on first, before us, my set and I will end the show. It's so exciting. You can hear the music and feel it thumping through the floor. It is curling my stomach and making it feel hungry.
The girls strutted out in some of the highest heels I've ever seen and some of the shortest dresses - that's why I love fashion!
Once they finished I gulped for some air as the wonderful hats passed me by before my Italian guys entered the ring. It was like a baying mob ready to pounce on anything weak and whistle at anything sweet or to their taste. It was really scandalous!
Fernando took his top off! I covered my eyes. Very childish - I know but I couldn't help it. I have always automatically done that since I was twelve and it happened the first time. I don't want to talk about that now though. The other guys strutted out and took off their shirts as if it was perfectly normal and part of the show. I covered my eyes with my hand, looking through the slits, it was all going so terribly wrong. Suddenly a cheer came up from the audience and I peeked round the wall to see what had happened. They started cheering even more and I realized they loved my pieces. They were clapping and applauding for me to come on. The applause was ringing in my ears, Even when I was on the train home.
As I stepped out on the stage with my new heels funded by selling the clothes in the boutique. They were purple or magenta with red souls and were yellow on the inside. I smiled my widest and whitest toothy smile (I think because of the fab toothpaste I've been wearing), we all bowed which was quite dramatic. They brought down the curtains which circled the stage 180 degrees.

The audience gasped as the lights went out. It was getting darker now so we were thrown into the darkness of pitch black escapism apart from the sunset which was really magical. All the models gasped and sighed, and we hugged and kissed as I handed them all out teddies, flowers and a bottle of wine each for helping me out and putting on such an incredulous show.
The curtains rose up and the crowd roared as the models raised their hands to the world. Fernando smiled at me and winked again like that first time we'd met. It was like slow-motion to me. I felt like my own song was playing, a piano concerto of my life so far. it was so beautiful, peaceful, energetic and soulful. It made my heart pound faster, my jaw dropped and I sighed.
Edward was sitting in the front row, watching me lovingly. He waved his hand coolly and smiled at me. Tears filled my eyes as Fernando abounded me with flowers and kissed both cheeks as I still stared at Edward.
He whispered in my ear, "I know you love him," and then Fernando wandered off to hug a man I hadn't seen before who had been sitting behind Edward. They embraced and Fernando snogged him! That's why he took off his shirt, he was trying to show off to this new fella. I should have known, it always has something to do with men in the end.
Edward walked up to me, smiling like an angel. He opened his arms and hugged me - I was so pleased. I was surprised.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"What's with all the questions?" he cupped his hands round my face and kissing me softly, the crowded grew up a cheer as my song crescendoed in a way I couldn't explain.
I couldn't speak, "I!"
"Shhh!" Edward put his finger to my lips, "Listen..." he turned and I could see them now, sitting on the back row though now they were standing.
A string instrument section and a classical choir, my favourite and they were playing the most beautiful song I'd ever heard.
"It's our song!" he smiled, still holding my face he rubbed his thumb on the side of my jaw and kissed me again.
We embraced.
"I will always love you," he sang to me, "Till my dying day!"
It was such a beautiful song I started crying, I couldn't help it. It was all so soulful and cleansing, I hadn't felt like this since I got over my last relationship.
I never knew he could sing, he was so talented.
I had finally got my breath back, "What do you do?" I asked quietly.
"I'm the son of a laird and I will inherit his estate when I'm older."
"A laird!?" I gasped.
"Yes."
"I thought you had a job - your card!?"
"I know, I'm sorry about that but I couldn't just tell you, then I'd never know whether you just wanted me for my money or not. Although a business man would be quite wealthy, it's not like my life. Would you come to events in the local village with me back home in England? You see I am only here for some business transactions, you see I run a local charity for kids with learning difficulties in my village, hopefully soon yours too, and for the surrounding small places."

"It's like the flood gates have opened and I'm drowning!" I felt like I was going to collapse, what was it with me and men here, he always seemed to be catching my fall.
"But you don't have to!" he held my face, firmer this time, "You can be my lady when the time comes and stay with me in my manor house. I have always wanted to meet a woman as gorgeous and talented as you, Ruth, now I have, will you have me?" he asked, his eyes looked broken, like his heart would be if I said no.
"I..." I hesitated.
What should I do? My life was here in Italy, my career! Could I work in England? I had never been there before except from flying over in a plane.
"I..." I tried again but words melted as they oozed from my tongue, leaving my lips paralysed under his gaze.
How could I stop him? He would leave soon.
I kissed him to give me more time. It was a lot more than he had been anticipating.
"Is that a yes then?" he looked quite flushed and worried.
"Well..."

Taylor Swift ***

2009-03-26T07:45:00.001-07:00

Which celeb are you?

Taylor Swift
You are creative and love to sing. You are pretty.

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Water! ****

2009-03-26T07:36:00.001-07:00

What is your Element? (Anime Girls)

Water Element
You are Water! :)

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Fashionista in Italy 4

2009-03-26T05:41:00.000-07:00

I got them all to strut around in the place where they would be on Saturday. They were very good, very poised.
It's Saturday! Today we rock. They are going to strut down the catwalk for me in my new range. I have managed to winkle the shop owner at the boutique I work at to sell my clothes on the one where they sell them and I get the money. If they don't sell then that's it. I know it's risky but I hope it'll work.
I wonder if Edward will be there. He called me up. I'd given him my number when he asked. I told him about it and sort of invited him. He seemed interested but I don't know...

Edward when he was younger.

SPider-man, Spider-man!

2009-03-25T11:09:00.001-07:00

Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man		100%
The Flash		80%
Hulk		75%
Superman		65%
Green Lantern		65%
Supergirl		50%
Robin		50%
Iron Man		40%
Wonder Woman		35%
Catwoman		30%
Batman		15%

You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.

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Fashionista in Italy 3

2009-03-25T08:30:00.000-07:00

Wednesday 25 March

Dear Diary,

I met up with that model. He says he has some friends I should check out that good be good models, oh goody!
We met by the famous fountain of Italy - (you know which one I mean)!
It was great, I leaned back as two guys held me and we tossed coins in. I was wearing my denim mini shorts, pink flower, Lolita wedges that I customized and my vest/corset pink top. I had my hair pulled away from my face and up with a curve at the top at the front and left the rest hanging down.
I took some pics of the guys. The guy I've chatted to before is Fernando.

Fernando

The other guys are Lucien, Gabriel, Santos and Mario.

They are all extra hot! I'm sure Edward would be jealous. I opened my eyes. I could see the sun shining so bright. I had my pink shades with the black lenses that are Rabans. I saved up for years to get a pair of these. They are so great, really keep the sun out of your eyes too. I am taking style inspiration from Katy Perry at the moment, (see below):

Want to talk to me? Give me a ring.
On: 4407960713309

Edie Brit - Orange

2009-03-25T07:00:00.001-07:00

Which lips are you?

Orange
You are zingy and bright! You love to put on a show. You are a carnival girl with lots of pizazz to boot. You know how to get a party started and how to end it. You are controlling and technical. In your own way you are mysterious and dark. Look away now coz the angels are coming and you can't take it. Watch me fly away, to a brighter day, wait, what will tomorrow bring? Only destiny! Think to a higher place, watch down on yesterday, I will always love you, too-oo-day.

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Take It Easy

2009-03-25T05:48:00.001-07:00

Whats your roadtrip song?

Take It Easy-The Eagles
You are a very original Person. You love living life for the moment, and you could care less about what others think about you. You are a free spirit. Make sure you don't live for the oment too often though, as it might catch up with you.

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Katy Perry

2009-03-25T05:44:00.001-07:00

Which one are you?

Katy Perry
Your top songs are Hot 'n' Cold, I Kissed A Girl and Thinking Of You. You have experimented with girls but are sure boys are for you. You dumped your boyfriend because he didn't call you for two weeks - GIRL POWER! You are very stylish and take the 1940s and 50s glam as your style inspiration. You are lots of little girls' and bigger girls' role models. Lots of boys fancy you. Parents think you are a good role model and that I Kissed A Girl is innocent. You're American. You are amazing.

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Fashionista in Italy 2

2009-03-24T14:12:00.000-07:00

In Hospital

Tuesday 24 March

I woke up in hospital. He was there by my side.
"He's been there all night, Bella!" the cleaner told me, I wasn't called Bella but that seemed to be an endearing name for girls from Italian men which was nice. You wouldn't get that at home from guys in Bonny Scotland. I never started calling it Bonny till I came out here, what's that all about?!
"I'm Edward," he told me in his posh accent.
"Are you from London?" I asked.
"Yes, is tyhere a problem with that - I'm not a snob!"
"NO, no no no! I was just trying to place you," I thought I had emphasized NO WAY too much.
"Alright. Where are you from?" he asked casually with a sneering tone which I'm sure he couldn't help, it was just his accent.
"I'm from the Highlands."
"Oh, that's funny! Me too! Strange I've never seen you around before!"
Was that a compliment or not, I continued, "Yes, well, lots of little places with no public transport to other parts, what's a girl to do?!"
"Oh, yes, yes, quite so, old chap!" I wasn't old or a chap but I guessed this was the posh English version of the Italian, "Bella!"
I did not say that of course as I did not want him to think I was mad, "Right!" I laughed nervously, was he slightly barmy or was it just posh eccentricity?
"Oh yes, honk honk!" he snorted with laughter, pushing me on the shoulder.
"You are anemic," said the doctor who seemed to be from Poland, why did they keep popping up in Europe, my new plumber, joiner, engineer and builder on call were all from Poland too!
"Do you have to say it with all the people here!" I waved around like there were thousands of people, as if we were in a stadium of sound, the male doctor looked at Edward.
"Ah, I see," he said, flicking through his flip-board, "I will give you an iron supplement and then you can go home, you have been in over night already and we can not see anything further wrong with you, we will send off the blood for blood test analysis and you will be sent your results by post, we will ring you, it could take a long time so if it is more than six months call us.

Edward

Was this a don't call us, we'll call you thing? It sounded like it to me and I hated needles. I must have been half giddy with fainting when I had agreed for blood to be taken or I was sure I would have fainted at the sight, of needles, not fainting.
"I will take you home, where do you live?" Edward asked heroically for this day and age, he was so gallant for a modern man!
"I live in a flat in Rome, are we still in Rome?"
"Yes!" he told me, shaking my head, he must have thought he'd joined the loon party!
He picked me up, fetching! He took me all the way to the cab before he popped me in gently and manly gave the man enough money to get me home and quite a lot more, "She'll tell you the address on the way," he told the taxi man and slammed the door, nodding to let the taxi man get away.
I was quite put out by that, he just left me! I wanted him to stay and stroke my head all the way. Was that a little full on for me to be thinking that? He was obviously quite rich if the size of his tip to the taxi driver had been anything to go by so he must be a very busy man in some business or other.
I looked out of the window, sighing, why could you never hold on to a good man like that? It was typical that as soon as I had found a man who could understand everything I said (apart from the loon-a-loo bits) he flitted off!
I had been here for six months... When I got in there was a surprise in my pocket, it was the hospital dressing gown which I had not had time to take off and change out of the nightie thing they give you since Edward just picked me up and carried me off. When I slipped my hand inside as I was about to take it off and checking the pockets I found a piece of card. It was a black business card with gold, gilded letters written on it in type. It was from Edward. I wasn't sure what his business was but he had scrolled what looked like his home mobile number on the back, oh, goody!

IS it fake???

2009-03-23T16:17:00.001-07:00

What Is Your Animal Spirit

Lion
You Are Magestic,Brave,Kind,The King Of The Jungle,And Angelic!!!

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Blue Quirky

2009-03-23T14:45:00.001-07:00

What's your inner soul and beauty?

Quirky
Your inner soul is quirky. You are stylish. You are funny, charming and full of sparkle. Your inner beauty is a hunk, delicious and smooth. You charm the life out of people. You care for people deeply in an emotional way and it shows in your smile and your eyes. The person for you is individual.

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!!!!HAMSTER!!!!

2009-03-23T11:23:00.001-07:00

what type of animal are you?

HAMSTER!!!!
OMG I LOOOOOVE HAMSTERS.....if u are a hamster, u are my favorite person in the WORLD!!!!!!!.....u are very entegetic, u love staying up at night and u love to have fun and get outta the house for a while

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Jasmine

2009-03-23T11:19:00.001-07:00

Which Disney Princess are you?

.Jasmine.
You are strong and inteligent. You stand up for what is right. You arent willing to comprimise your self on the count of someone else's wants. Your morals and values make you a very reliable person that people can count on to make the right decisions. You make a great leader in any or most situations. You can let things get ahold of your anger in a heated conversation, but you always find your cool. This is will gain you a lot of respect.

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Fashionista in Italy

2009-03-23T06:40:00.000-07:00

Ruth

Diary

Monday 23 March

I am in Italy. Right now I am in Rome sitting on a bench surrounded by pigeons, with my laptop on my legs, writing this for you. I have got a job in an Italian Boutique doing the window dressing which is a good place to start.

Roma, Roma, Roma,
How do I count the ways?

I'm not sure if that's right...

I cross my legs and see a cute guy float by. Is he a model?
"Excuse me!" I call after him," I've left my laptop on the bench and am holding my arm up in the air, gripping my flip-mobile in it.
"Yes?" he turns, he has an Italian accent, oh SO groovy!
"Are you a model?"
"No!" he smiled, taken aback, he smiled, I smiled back, he looked complimented by my question.
"Would you like to model for me for my new brand of clothes, free of charge?" I ask, putting on my flirtiest smile to try and get away with it.
I am trying to become a fashion designer. I have got a show in the middle of town. My first one this big! It is SO exciting.
"Yeah, I'd love to!" he grinned at me and I just melted, "You better not leave this lying around!" he picked up my laptop and handed it to me.
"Thank you!" I breathed.
"It could have some very important designs on it!"
"Well...I... will you be my muse?" I spurted out and prayed I had not.
"Yeah, sure!" he smiled, he seemed completely taken in and charmed by me!
I was taken aback, "Well, please contact me here," I handed him my card, I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"What is it?" he frowned.
"I just... can't believe... you actually said yes - twice! For me! I'm touched..."
"Wow!" oh god, I'd chased him off, he thought I was a freaky stalker.
"Sorry, I..."
"No! I'm flattered. Please! Sit down."
We sat together chatting for a while, it seemed he wanted to be an actor and had done some jobs at the local actors guild, he came from Milan and they had payed him to act there for them. He said there were going to be talent scouts there so it could be his big break!
"Mine too!" I chimed.
"Ciou Bella!" he called.
"Ciou!" I waved my hand limply.

Was I dreaming, I thought so, I felt swept off my feet, I fainted.
When I woke up, it was all blurry and clear. Someone was holding me. I looked up, he was a young man.
"Are you alright?" he was English.
"Hi!"
"You Scottish?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"I feel a lot closer to home now I've met you! What happened to you?"
"I was swept off my feet!"
"By a boy, I bet!"
"How did you know?!" I was finding it harder to breathe by the second.
"Stay with me..."
"Ruth!" I whimpered.
"I'm getting you to the hospital."
"I can't afford it!" I groaned.
"Don't worry, I'll pay and get you the best medical care you need!" he looked into my eyes, holding my head, "Stay with me..."
He faded away.

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Teen Story - Chapter 15 - Results

2009-03-22T16:15:00.000-07:00

They posted the results out of the competition. One result to Cheryl and one result to Alejandro. They won! They were both ecstatic. Just outside the gate to Alejandro's yard they jumped into each other's arms, breathing each other in, the sweet smell of success wafting off of them.
Cheryl was leaning against a wall watching Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl on her ipod when he kissed her, Alejandro picked her up at the waist and she screamed with joy, he whurled her round.
"We've made it to the Cuban Dance Competition for the WHOLE of CUBA!!!" Alejandro screamed, they both screamed ecstatically with delight.
He still spun her round and round and round, she was dizzy when they fell to the ground, their wounds were completely healed now. She sighed as she sat on top of him, kissing him and nuzzling his neck. She had on a long, half way down the calf, white spotted red skirt that gathered at the waist on elastic and went out in a hump cuddling her hips, she had black leggings on that covered her knees her hair was curly with a red hairband with a big pice of netting on the right, she had a top that was sixties style with huge white dots on red with thick straps that tapered out at the join to the bodice that was tight and laced up at the front with red lace.
She screamed as he spun her round again, the pair in ecstasy.

THE FUTURE

Taylor cradled the baby in her arms. He hugged her. He was her husband, this was their baby. She had given birth! Even though the doctors said all that time ago she could not. It had been the strongest memory up until that moment in her life. Now it faded away to the eclipse of time. She cradled the baby in her arms.
"I love you!" she kissed her husband and then nuzzled her nose into her baby's that had just been given a strawberry tie bonnet from Taylor's mum, the baby, she looked so cute in it.
Her mum picked up the baby and rocked her in Taylor's mum's arms.
"You are my angel!" Taylor's mum shook her head just in front of the baby, clacking her out in Taylor's mum's high heels, "Oh yes you are!" wavered out into the distance.

Taylor grabbed her husband and pulled him down towards her, he smelt she smelt of sweet strawberries as he got nearer her and imagined her covered in cream. He loved her with cherries on top!
"You are so beautiful, to me!"
"Please don't sing darling, it's only suitable for karaoke even though you have a beautiful voice!" she held her hand under his chin and kissed him.
"Thank you darling," he kissed her back, grabbing her right hand with his.
Taylor's mum straddled the baby back in, "She's crying!" Taylor's mum looked distraught, she had never been good with Taylor as a child, Taylor had had to bring up her little sister on her own while her mother drank and this memory flashed back as she waved it away and smiling, took the baby from her mother's helpful hands, she would help looking after this baby alright, Taylor would make sure of it!
She cradled the baby in her arms.

Cheryl was still in Cuba with Alejandro, she heard about Taylor's great news over i-chat holding hands with Alejandro as taylor held hands with her husband and baby on the other end of the line in the hospital.
"She has to rest now," they could hear a nurse say.
"Bye!" Cheryl called to the camera, looking at Taylor so ecstatic and the chirpy little baby like a musical bird for the last time before the nurse switched it off.

Alejandro kissed her, covering her hand in his two, emaciating her in love.
The diamond engagement ring glittered on her finger, she smiled sweetly with a glint in her eye. They were going to have a Cuban carnival wedding with lots of dancing in the streets! It would be beautiful, she would wear a latin ballroom, red, sexy, salsa crossed dress as this was her life now, and his, theirs, together, shared as one.
He spun her around with one arm, her hand up high in the sky as she glimmered more than her ring ever could. They had won the Cuban contest and where now International World Latin Ballroom Champions! He spun her round and round imagining what would have happened if he had never met her, he was so lucky and grateful to her, the girl of his dreams, he sweeped her off her feet and took her away, running up the stairs, they giggled as they entered the balcony, the long, white curtains swaying in the light breeze from the sea, they looked out from their white walled house over the sea in front of them, doors opened wide, out to the sky, to the stars where they would be one day, together, happy forever, as one.

She kissed the sky as her head touched the pillow and they snuggled in for a night of romance, desserts and wine, all by the candlelight and the moon with rose petals raining in around them in their hour of dreams in their world of love they would be happy forever, together, in love.

Cool!

2009-03-21T10:22:00.001-07:00

Which anime boy will love you?

Ikuto Tsukiyomi
You're at a friends parry. You don’t really see anyone you know. You look around, kind of bored when you realize a REALLY cute boy. You whisper to your friend. "Who is he?" Your friend smiles. "That’s Ikuto, he doesn’t talk much, i guess hes really shy." You sigh, disappointed. You sit with him on the couch, staying far away from him as possible. He looks at you but stays silent. You look back at him, kind of confused. "W-what is it?" He stares at you and smirks a bit. "It's nothing." You ask him once more and he replys the same answer. You get annoyed. "What is it Iku-" But before you can finish your question, his lips meet yours. You blush, slightly as he begins leaning over you. You kiss him back, not knowing what he'll do next. He bites your lip, forcefully and pulls away, smirking. "I was only staring at your beauty, ________. You blush even more. "R-really? Thank you, Ikuto." Ikuto takes your hand and gently kisses it. "Say,________, why don’t we go on a date? You nod, kinda eager. "Yea lets." You two end up dating for 4 years, but he moves to Italy to study. He comes back 5 years later, searching for you and once you two meet, you get married and have one girl. (AWWHS :3)

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Teen Story - Chapter 14 - Change Mind

2009-03-21T07:13:00.000-07:00

Eventually they all got out of hospital. Cheryl and Alejandro were slowly doing physiotherapy together. Taylor was helping Cheryl out. She seemed to have healed better than everyone else, at least physically. Mentally she was a wreck and Cheryl and Alejandro had to hold her up. After another snot fest of tears she grumbled out, "You know I love that guy."
"Smithy?" asked Cheryl as they were watching Gavin and Stacey on the computer.
"No! Alejandro!" she tried to slap Cheryl's shoulder, limply she failed which was good because it was her broken arm.
"I hope not too much!" Cheryl stated, staring at the screen, folding her limbs.
"No, he's great for you!" she seemed slightly giddy with feelings as she flapped her hand around.
"Good, are you drunk?"
"No, I'm stupid!"
"You're not stupid, Taylor!"
"Yes I am! Why did I jump forward to help!?"
"You were just trying to help like you say, Taylor, because you love me and Alejandro and realized what a jerk Max had become!"
"Oh, really, thank you Cheryl, THAT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE NOW!"
Cheryl left the room to get some air. It was weird how things had turned around to her being the agony aunt and mother figure.

"Hi, Cheryl," they held each others shoulders and kissed each other slightly squinty on the lips.
"You don't wonna go jn there right now!" Cheryl told Alejandro.
"O-K," Alejandro leaned on the door.
"Don't open the door!" Cheryl screwed up her face and stretched her hands out.
"I-hi-hi-hiiii!!!" Taylor sobbed into her tissue.
"Oh no!" Cheryl slapped her hand onto her face.
"Why?! WHY!!!?" Taylor screamed rawly.
"Ugh!" Alejandro's face twitched as they both mounted the band wagon for despair, staring at each other and realised Taylor would be worse than a baby in many ways and it had only just started.
"Get on for the ride to hell," they said at the same time, looking each other up and down.

Teen Story - Chapter 13 - Conflict

2009-03-19T10:25:00.000-07:00

Max ran onto the stage, tearing the number off of Alejandro's back that was safety pinned on! Taylor ran after him to stop him and grabbed his shoulders. He elbowed her in the stomach and knocked her off. She fell to the ground clutching her stomach, she was winded. He ran at Alejandro and jumped on Alejandro's back. His hands were round Alejandro's throat, throttling him.
"Stop it!" screamed Cheryl.
The whole audience was shocked and frozen. The band dropped their instruments. The singer swung her microphone, mouth open.
She started hitting Max on the leg.
"Ow! What are you doing?! Hit him!"
"No! I love him, Max! Leave us alone!?"
"No! I love you!" he whispered the last bit.
"PLease Max," Alejandro said.
Suddenly Max got really angry again and bit Alejandro's neck!
"VAMPIRE!" shouted Alejandro.
"NO_O!" screamed Cheryl.
Taylor was still on the ground, catching her breath back, she managed to say, "Go on, Cheryl!"
She jumped up and onto Max, "Sorry my love!" she told Alejandro.
They tumbled forward and onto the ground.
Alejandro put his arms out and fell forward. His hands hit the ground and the rest of his body followed to it. The other two landed on top of him.
"Stop it!" she thumped Max in the back.
They rolled off of Alejandro who coughed and lay there.
Max was squishing Cheryl.
"Oh, God!" he cried, rolling off of her and standing up, "Cheryl!" he cried, tears running down his face, he knelt down next to her, she croaked.
"Don't speak darling!" he said, putting his hand over her mouth, she slapped his arm.
"I couldn't breathe you idiot!"
"Oh, Cheryl!" he hugged her, "Your back!"
"She hit him in the back and choked, "Sorry, not breathing!" he let go and she fell back, Alejandro just caught her head in time.
"Get away from her you dumb ass!" he shouted.
Max backed off and went to check on Taylor, she kicked out at him and missed. Alejandro's neck was bleeding.
The total injuries where:
1 broken rib
1 bleeding neck
1 injured stomach
2 squished bodies
2 thumped men
1 hit women
4 angry people
3 people in love

Alejandro's rib was broken from two people landing on him. He was lying in bed in hospital. His neck had stopped bleeding and had bandages wrapped round it.
"He really was a vampire wasn't he love!?" a nurse tried to be caring.
Taylor had been hit in the stomach.
A doctor had some news, "I have to tell you."
"Yes?"
"You will not be able to have any more children!"
"What?!"
"You will not be able to have any more children."
"I haven't had any children!?"
"I'm sorry," his face looked gloomy and somber.

Max was alright, just a bit bruised so he was not in hospital.

Cheryl had one broken arm and a fractured rib.

Max was banned from the hospital.

Teen Story - Chapter 12 - Contest

2009-03-17T14:00:00.000-07:00

Max and Cheryl met up before the contest for a big pep talk. What was she going to do?! It was so exciting. So nerve wracking. So scary! So alive. So revolting. So delightful. So amazing. So fantastic. So witty.
They held hands and kissed. What was she going to do?
She entered the dance floor. Stepping forward onto what felt like cork but was actually wood. It was the school gym hall but had been turned into a posh ballroom for the night. It all looked elegant and sophisticated apart from the striped, basketball, sports floor. Her and Alejandro joined hands as the music started. There feet moved together in fluidity that was unashamed and ready for all to see. They were so meticulous in practice that no one could look at the other dancers. Just those two elegantly stepping round with the steps of rhythym from the gods and goddesses!
They stepped, rumbaed, turned, swiftly, with the most current music imaginable. It glided over the tongue of the singer like the melodic feet rhythyms of the dancers. The pair were fabulous. The singer loved it all! She sang to her hearts content as they danced with tenderness of love as they go to the dreams of experts and newbies alike would imagine their best dance could be but knew in their hearts of hearts that they would never finish.
How could they stop? As the music came to an end, the swaying and the spinning ceased as the emotions went on with the mood. Applause. They loved it but they loved each other better. They kissed in the middle of the dance floor.

Knickers! Pants!

2009-03-17T13:50:00.001-07:00

Which underpants are you?

French knickers
You are silky, soft, lacy, designery, fashionable, expensive and sexiest. You are very feminine and sassy. French women love you.

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Teen Story - Chapter 11

2009-03-16T09:56:00.000-07:00

Alejandro and Cheryl danced all night at a Rumba party with a barbecue at his house in the yard with all his relatives and friends. They danced away in the middle of the floor taking everyone's breath away.
Cheryl talked to Taylor about it later, Cheryl remembered eating a juicy, BBQ chicken wing or two!
"Do you fancy him?" Taylor asked.
"Yes!" Cheryl told her.
"Oh dear," she bit her lip, thinking about Max.
"I know..." Cheryl disappeared through the duvet, at least she wished she could.

Lisa

2009-03-16T09:51:00.001-07:00

Which Simpson are you?

Lisa
You are bright, always getting A+, you even got A++++ recently but you were cheating! You have never done that before or since in your life. You love playing the saxophone and are very good. You dream of being President of the United States of America. You love your dolls but hate their sexist message so make yours scientists and other clever people, not secretaries. You were friends with a jazz saxophonist who died. You have spiky, yellow hair that fans round your head. You wear a pretty, red dress with a zig-zag edge. You are the bright spark of the family.

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Mistresses

2009-03-16T09:12:00.001-07:00

Which TV show would you appear on?

Mistresses
You are a sultry seductress or a wiley man. You go on the show to show your acting prowess in romance, dating and drama. You are one of the girls or one of the men. You get to wear sexy clothes and make-up. You will kiss and pretend to make love to some of the hottest people on TV.

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Cool

2009-03-16T06:21:00.001-07:00

what anime are you

cool
you are cool and you know it now

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Jacob

2009-03-16T06:18:00.001-07:00

What twilight character would you be compatible with?

Jacob
You are all about the fun. And extreme sports. You dont want to be in charge. You and Jacob would be perfect for each other.

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Leafeon - Pokemon

2009-03-16T06:16:00.001-07:00

Which evolution of Eevee are you?

Leafeon
You are a healer at heart, and love nature. However, you just hate fire, so a Flareon is someone you should stay far away from unless you want to be burnt to the ground. You will not give up on your crush until you have the person, but unfortunately, if you do not ask the person out yourself, you may never have your crush.

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Teen Story - Chapter 10 - Growing

2009-03-15T08:09:00.000-07:00

Cheryl met up with Max. They decided to go to the cinema. They had to go to the next cinema and they saw Bolt. That was the only one on, it was a tiny cinema and they definitely did not have 3-D. The copy was a bit shaky and kept jumping so you could see the edge of the film that you weren't supposed to see. Was this illegal? Probably.
They chucked popcorn at each other and giggled. They slurped their slushies. Some Mexican import that tasted rank so they spat it down the cinema seats to see how far they could get it! There was no one else there. Not even anyone to watch them. Only one poor cleaner trying to pull some gum off the inside of the hotdog machine that a little kid had stuck there when no one was looking. It was nigh-on impossible to get rid of.
Cheryl fiddled with her hair. They pulled out the gum and blew as big a bubble as they could. They tried to beat each other. Cheryl was all popped out when the film finished. She kissed him down onto the seat. She sat on top of him. he kissed her back and leaned over her. Pushing her onto the other chair and grabbing her jam to hold her face in his hand while he kissed her. They snogged as the credits rolled till they finished, then they laughed.
The cleaner thought they were mad and chased them out by bashing his broom on the floor.

Friends

2009-03-15T07:51:00.001-07:00

Which manga character are you?

Timmoway and Monkey (the robot)
You two pals are happy, love a laugh and are tricky customers. Timmoway has a helmet with a black stripe and black goggles on it and Monkey has a bicycle light and mirrors. You two have big smiles. (Well, Monkey would if he could, he feels it on the inside). You love to play. If you could have anything in the world it would be toys.

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My mum

2009-03-14T08:05:00.000-07:00

My mum won't let me get a hamster! :(

Teen Story - Chapter 9

2009-03-14T06:11:00.000-07:00

Cheryl was practicing all week with Alejandro. They did steps every night. They ended up practicing in his backyard since they could not use the studio. They twisted round and flicked, kicked and stepped to the music. The long cable with it's extension curled round the open door from the kitchen. The plug was indoors. They had to turn up the stereo because it was quieter outside since it was a bigger space so the sound just disappeared into it.
It was such fun and they were so tired that they just collapsed and fell asleep as soon as they got in. That's why they had to practice after tea.
Cheryl met up with Taylor in Taylor's room. They decided to go shopping in the proper tow shops. Cheryl had not been there before. She had not had a reason too. Taylor had spent her spare time there.
"Hello Taylor!" an old Cuban lady called, waving, while she water her plants outside her open fringe.
The lock just off. Her cat curled around her thick calf that was covered in tights. the cat purred, enjoying every moment of it. The women did not even seem to notice, she was so used to it.
Taylor smiled and waved, "Hello Taylor!" called a young man with a crate of vegetables filling a display in front of The Grocer's shop window.
She waved and grinned.
"Hi, Taylor!" called out a middle aged women filling the trough in front of her shop.
It was The Post Office. There were lots of sweets sitting in the window. The lollipops were fanned out. All different colours were there, red, orange, yellow, green, pink and purple. All the cats crowded round. Some jumping in the water and mewing in pain as they hit the water. Soggen, they tried to climb out. Meowing and their paws scratching their claws on the glazed, green pottery. They left scratching marks on it, turning and spinning in the water as more cats plunged in.
Some cats were leaning their heads over the side of the basin and lapping up the water by licking with their tongues. They purred, resplendent in their emphaticism, enjoying the pleasure of fresh, cool water on their dry tongues and brittle lips. The liquid filled them up with juiciness, plumping up their lips and turning their taste buds red and resplendent.
Taylor waved, patting the cats once each in turn. She helped the women pull the soggy ones out of the water. They furled their limbs about, singing in the horrible way cats can. Their claws were out trying to scratch Taylor and the middle-aged women but they could not manage it.
"Stupid creatures!" the women called them.
They entered The Post Office. They bought some stamps and postcards. Cheryl sucked on a lolly as Taylor payed. She had some red liquorice straws and red, tangy, sour, sugar covered, strawberry strips gripped in her hand.

WEDDING I'm a hippy

2009-03-12T15:51:00.001-07:00

What wedding will you have?

Hippy
You will be dressed as a fairy with a flower headband at your wedding. A flower fairy dress that is pink and purple is what you'll wear. It will have pieces shaped like petals at the bottom of the skirt. You will have bare feet. You will walk through a flowery plant arch and meet your fiance on the other side. You will dance round the fairy circle and then be married by a vicar and someone else later at midnight. Your wedding cake will be fairy cakes with butter icing. Your best man speech will be about how fate and karma brought the happy couple together. Your church will be an open meadow. Your husband will be a hippy who believes in peace and love. He will have long dreads. He will have a nose piercing and a few others. He will work as a friendship bracelet maker and seller. They will chuck meadow flowers at you as you go. You will head off on a bicycle for two to your wigwam.

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Random Cute Fabric Pics

2009-03-12T14:29:00.000-07:00

Teen Story - Chapter 8 - Rumba, Rumba, Round we go

2009-03-12T12:36:00.000-07:00

At the next lesson Cheryl and Alejandro got talking again as they were putting on their shoes. Their backs where to each other as they bent down and fastened their laces.
"I think we will need to do more practice and training for the competition," Alejandro told her.
"OK, how often do you think?" Cheryl asked, just finishing tying her shoes, she stood up, the shoes clacked.
"Every day of the week," he waved his hand out, his bottom lip curled out, he looked very serious as he was thinking.
"WHAT?!" she cried.
"Well, maybe not at weekends," he shrugged his shoulders diagonally to the side with his hands grasped round the wooden seat he was sitting on that had different pieces with gaps in between all along it.
The seat went from nearly one end of the room to the other.
Cheryl was walking along with Max to the beach. They sat on the sand lazily. The soft, warm granules searched in and out of her fingers, filling all the gaps. It felt so smooth on her hands, she dug her hands into the ground, picking up as much as she could and scrunching her hands together to hear the wonderful sound it made. She then watched it all drift off in mad directions as the wind caught different parts of it. She lay back in it and made sand angels. She dragged Max back to join in. He begrudgingly did but eventually he was smiling and laughing just the same.
They talked while lying there, "My partner says we need to practice every day off the week for the contest," she rolled over onto her stomach, Max notices some glittering, golden sand stuck to the back of her calf even once she'd stopped rolling, she held her hand up as he tried to interrupt, her short nails' gold varnish sparkling in the sun, "I managed to make 'her' give me the weekends off," Max shoulders fell, she was lying to him but he did not know, he was disappointed anyway, maybe his subconscious was trying to tell him something, though he thought it was just that he would not see her as often.
"You will HAVE to make sure you see me on weekends so I know you are not dancing!" he said, wrestling her in the sand, still lying down.

She landed on top of him, "I promise! I will HAVE to see Taylor too though!" they held hands, smiling after giggles.
"Of course!" he shrugged, wiggling his head, letting go of her hands so she fell on top of him again, he smiled with glee and enjoyment.
She had her hands rested on his chest, also her cheek lay there, her feet still intwined with his, wriggling with pleasure, she was shorter than him by that much, "Please!" she begged, making her hands into a prayer shape and nearly falling off of him.
She slammed her hands down either side of him to steady herself. her eyes where just below his. They stared into each others.
There was a near-kiss moment.
"You don't trust me, do you?" she asked, her eyelids closed only a little so they covered the outsides of her eyes but not the middle.
"Yes I do!" he was pinned down by her because of how her hands were positioned, she had pushed herself up so she could look him straight on.
She towered over him for once in her life.
"You don't trust me!" she whispered.
She sat on top of him with her feet on his chest, her knees bent, her hands rested on her knees.
"Ow!" he groaned.
After a while she jumped off of him.
Then she sneakily buried him under the sand.
"Cheryl!" he moaned, "Che-er!"
She ran off, giggling. She skipped away across the sand.
"CHERY-L!" I screamed with his lungs, little bits of sand drifted in, making him cough, his abdomen rose up and down as he chokedghed and spluttered, trying to breath.
Eventually she ran back and dug him out. She kissed him on the forehead. He tasted salty from all the grainy sand on top off him that had still not brushed away in the wind.
"The tide was nearly over me then! You could have killed me!"
"Sh!" she put her finger over his mouth.
He was still lying down, just with less sand on him. She had one leg either side of him. She had her knees bent so she was sitting in mid-air above him. She leant her head down, leaning her back forward and kissed him on the lips. Under all the salt and brine his lips were quite smooth and tasted good.

Love love love, I'm talking bout the love, love, love

2009-03-12T08:21:00.001-07:00

What is your secret desire?

Love
Your desire is to have love. lots. forever. You want love and you want to keep it. Depending on your type of person, you are sweet. Maybe lone at times. ang in there, you'll get alot of love

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I am the best friend!:(

2009-03-11T15:24:00.001-07:00

Which rom-com character are you?

Best Friend
You will be like Samantha, Charlotte or Miranda. You will be charming, funny, flexible and caring. You will hold her or his hand all the way. You may fall out at some stage but it is very unlikely. By the end of the film you might be a bridesmaid, have a partner, be single or get a kiss!

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Teen Story - Chapter 7 - Step to the Beat

2009-03-10T12:53:00.000-07:00

Cheryl was positively pushed forward by her friends Max and Taylor into giving her dancing lessons another go. So the next week she headed for the next lesson, swinging her bag as she went. It was straw like her floppy hat which she had tied a thick, white ribbon round with a bow at the side.
When she reached them she shoved on her white heels and got to dancing.
"Ah, Cheryl, we've been waiting for you. A bit late are we?" the teacher said.
"I know, I'm sorry!" she looked down at her shoes in shame.
"Well, it's only your first strike so I'll just remember that for now."
"Thanks!" Cheryl beamed.
"Now, I am going to pair you up with Alejandro. He has been looking for a partner about his age for a long time now. Where is he?"
"Alejandro?" Cheryl asked, "I didn't see him last week."
"He is I think... yes, two years older than you. Ah, there he is!" she opened her hands and stretched them outwards diagonally right, up into the air.
He was just walking out of the changing rooms. He was about a head taller than Cheryl. He had dark brown, short hair, he had dark brown eyes and a lovely, friendly smile that lit up when he saw her. He was wearing a blue shirt that was slightly loose on his fit figure, he was also wearing smart trousers and dancing shoes.

"Hi!" he said, "I'm Alejandro!"
"Hi, I-I'm Cheryl!" she beamed coyly.
Cheryl was wearing a white, halter-neck dress with white, silvery spots. It was knee-length and fanned out at the waist. She had her hair tied up in a bun with two strands down either side of her face and the bun was slightly messy. it got worse as they danced through the night, laughing all the way. They even did the twist for fun!
He put her hand on his shoulder and in his hand. he put his hand on her waist. He taught her some basic latin ballroom steps in the corner while the teacher taught the rest of the class.
At the end of the lesson when they were in the changing rooms pulling off their shoes he asked her, "You were good. Do you want to enter competitions with me?"
She smiled at him, "Thanks but do you really think I'm good enough for contests!?"
"I think with the right training you could be," he grinned.
She was humming, singing and skipping all the way home. Practising out her new steps as she went.

I have a Good Angel

2009-03-09T09:40:00.001-07:00

What angel do you have? (girls only)

Good Angel
You have a good angel. This is the kind of angel everyone knows. Kind, gentle, etc. You're alot like your angel. You aren't shy about love. You just like to get to know them, most likely be best friends with them first. Her powers are light and healing. Her enemy is the demon. (see other results)

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Evanescence

2009-03-08T11:54:00.001-07:00

what singer are u?

amy lee
amy lee is in the awsome band evanescence

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Elephunk!

2009-03-08T11:20:00.001-07:00

What animal are you?

An Elephant
You have a huge personality but are harmless at heart.

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Teen Story - Chapter 6 - Dance Away The Night

2009-03-08T07:41:00.000-07:00

They arrived at the landing pad. Cheryl pulled down her sunglasses over her eyes from atop her head. Max had his wrap-around shades on and leather jacket but it was way too hot in this heat. So he took it off and he had a green tee underneath from his trip to Ibiza last year before he knew Cheryl. She was wearing a white tee and khaki shorts with green flip-flops.
She had her straw bag with orange handles. He had knee-length khaki shorts and black sandals. She had hair up. They headed for the beach before they would reach the hostel. They did not have to book in for another few hours. The sun, sky, sand and sea was so beautiful. The palm trees waved in the sun's light glow. They splashed about at the edge of the water, mucking around. Then Cheryl decided to lie down and sun bathe. Max helped her put the sun-screen on her back. She put on her straw hat and lay back to soak up the sun. Her sunnies covered her eyes from the rays as she lay there with her lids closed, letting the sun seep into them, she could feel it's warmth.
Max decided to get a drink at the bar. Yes, a beach bar!
He got a cocktail and sipped it, "Wow!" he exclaimed, it was very fruity and strong, it was not really that alcoholic tasting.
He decided to try out surfing. So he took aboard and signed up for some lessons, on a whim, that were just starting. He also wanted to show off to the brunette bargirl who was smiling at him and waving by wiggling her fingers.
Afterwards he told Cheryl about it.
"What?! I've got to do something then!" she lifted up her sunglasses from her face, she pulled off her fat.
Her eyes screwed up and she shaded them with her hand to protect them from the sun.
She wondered off to look at some posters on the outside wall of the community centre nearby in the middle of town.
Max ran after her, "Melanie!" he grabbed her arm, "You better be careful! Don't get too addicted to it, whatever you choose. Remember you haven't tried to do a sport since -"
"I know! Chill! Don't worry about me!"
One particular flyer caught her eye while she was scouring the board. It was orange. There were other coloured ones but this was bright, it stood out.
She ripped it from the board and carried it off with her.
"Cheryl!" Max followed, "Are you supposed to do that?" he seemed worried, trying to stop her from doing anything like this, anything new she wanted too.
She giggled.

They arrived at the hostel. The woman at the desk was very friendly. It was extremely late but there were still people outside smoking, laughing and chatting with each other. Leaning on the palm trees. Cheryl stared in wonder at the marble staircase inside the huge hall. It was so magnificent for a hostel. There were lots of different rooms down stares for hanging out in. A room were people could eat with computers that had coin operated internet connections. Upstairs you would walk along the stairs that turned to the right at the top and wondered down the hall that had a covering all the way over it of glass so you could look down on the beautiful gardens either side. People were laughing and eating off a barbecue. There were kids being pushed on the swings. They were all laughing, it was so friendly. Cheryl laughed and smiled, she was going to like it here. From here she could look down on the huge dining hall were everyone would meet up for meals. If she turned to the left once into the proper hall on that side she could enter the wash rooms. The women's ones had a mirror and sinks on parallel walls. When you looked into them you could see never ending copies of yourself and everything around you in either mirror.
If you turned the other way there was the rooms. Her room was quite near the beginning, after that there were a lot more halls and rooms but she did not need to go that far. Max room was across the hall from hers.
In the morning she was woken by music blasting out of the speakers in the corners of the ceilings in the halls. She smiled, coming out of her room in a gypsy skirt and camisole with blue, sparkly clogs. Her hair was long and wavy. She glowed as she clattered down the white, mixed marble. Her bangles jangled as she held the huge balustrade. Anyone who had not already been woken up by the music would be woken by Cheryl's clattering as she came. Max was waiting for her in the big dining hall. he had picked this place specially because he knew it would be a good family atmosphere with all the smiley families around them for her to eat in. She had never had a good family before Taylor and Max. He cared for her in this way and did whatever he could for her but Cheryl did not know this. He would never tell her.
She had a chocolate spread on some lovely bread and bright orange juice. She bounced up, kissed Max on the cheek, "Thank you!" and skipped away to start her day.
She went shopping in the Cuban market to get Max and Taylor some thank you presents for being there for her all this time. She entered a lot of lovely little shops and got chatting to the locals, awkwardly looking at her phrase book all the time. There were old women who owned shops and men who owned stalls. They were all surprisingly friendly besides what she had seen back home.

She got Taylor a top that had stringy bits at the bottom, was pink and had dolphins on. The stringy bit sounds naff but it was cool. She got Max a black and white cap that had La Habana written on it because that is what they called it and Havana was just how the tourists pronounced and spelt it.
She dropped them off at the hostel. She saw Taylor there. They had lunch together. Max was having his by the beach with the bargirl. Apparently she had come over to pick him up and she had giggled at his jokes that were not very funny all the way outside.
"Really?!" Cheryl felt a bit saddened by this.
They ate rolls together and chatted about what had happened so far. Cheryl gave Taylor the present.
"Oh thank you!"
"Sorry I couldn't wrap it first," she touched the back of her neck awkwardly.
"It's brilliant! I'll go try it on."
"You can use my room, gotta go! I've got dancing lessons!" she smiled.
"Wow! Have fun!" Taylor said.
When she arrived there were a lot of old people and adults there. She thought it must have been the class before hers and pulled at her collar.
"Is this the latin ballroom class?" she asked the one who looked like the leader.
"Yes and you are?"
"I'm Cheryl. I'm here to join today," she said unsurely but tried to seem confident.
"Great! Nice to add you to the group, Cheryl! We need more young people here. It can be fun for all ages."
She went through the whole class and had to dance with the teacher. It was so embarrassing! Everyone was old beside her and married or a couple.
She ran home. She met Taylor in her room.
"What's wrong?" Taylor asked as Cheryl cried.
"It was awful! They were all old!" she sobbed into her hands, Taylor handed her a hanky.
"There's nothing wrong with old people! I'm old besides you!" she pointed to herself, touching her collar bone with both hands.
"I know but I hated it! I had to dance with the teacher!" she put her head in her hands.
"Yikes, that's bad for a first lesson!" she frowned.

My random poem

2009-03-07T06:09:00.000-08:00

Katie

There was a little girl called Katie,
Who wore a beautiful blue dress.
She had a big smile,
Laughed for a while,
And doesn't need anyone to impress.

Teen Story - Chapter 5 - Where will they Land?

2009-03-07T05:11:00.000-08:00

...Havana, Cuba! She screamed with excitement and jumped in the air.
Max decided to reveal all, "I have decided I will come with you and I will be your flat mate," he smiled, waiting for the definitive answer to whether his life would change forever or not.
"Really?" she queried.
"Yes!" he confirmed.
"Alright, you've got yourself a deal mate!" she shook hands on it.
So they arranged where they were going to stay, the flight over, what jobs they were going to have and what they were going to bring.
Cheryl decided to have a clear out of all the stuff she did not need. She was going to completely change her wardrobe to have things that suited the weather there better. So she sent all her old clothes off to different charity shops. She would bring her ipod with her so she loaded all her music onto her laptop and shoved it on her ipod. She then sold all her CDs on E-bay. She decided to get rid of all her babyish DVDs. She kept the rest. Cheryl put all the DVDs she kept in a cardboard box and labelled it with a big black marker pen.
She placed all her beloved books in another box. She had all her make-up readily boxed up. She danced in her room to a tune on the radio, singing her heart out. She packed up her laptop in polystyrene. She could carry her yoga mat under her arm. She put her miscellaneous in a box and shoved it in her car. She had by now upgraded to a Fiat 500 which was cool. It was helped by Christmas money from her gran! They would all be stopping sending her things soon for her birthday, her family because she was now officially an adult. It was only her parents who would send her presents along with her friends.
She got a whole load of new clothes that were classy, original and more mature than just jeans and a t-shirt. She had on a dress, tights and heels. She looked cute with her floppy hair that was slightly curly. It looked short in her new hoody. She thought about getting a bob.
She decided to get it cut with two short bits at the front so she could tie it up in a pony and it would like it was short. Clever! She kissed goodbye to Taylor.
"My plan to stay there with you isn't really going to work the same as before but I think I would enjoy a holiday in Cuba!" she smiled, phoning her boss to get time off.
She waved them off when they got on the plane, "I'll see you tomorrow and stay for a month till you settle in!"
"Alright, bye, love you!"
"Love you!" she kissed her hand and held it out to let the love float over to them, she blew it their way.
The adventures of Cheryl and Max were just about to begin. Would you hitch along for the ride like Taylor? I know I will.

Teen Story - Chapter 4 - Malevolence

2009-03-04T12:02:00.000-08:00

Max

She was getting thinner by the day. You were starting to see her shoulder blades on her back and her spine looked really horrible, all these little bumpy bits were sticking up, yuck! She thought she looked alright now but she could be thinner. Her stomach was starting to invert. If her or someone else did not step in soon she was going to die.
Taylor noticed.
She drove her in the car and said, "I'm just going to the shops, is it OK if you can come along? I need the company," she knew Cheryl would run away if she told her the truth.
That was because it happened to someone she knew a few years ago, when they were younger. Her. She could not see it happen to someone else again. Not this time.
They arrived at the hospital, "What the?!" Cheryl lifted herself up with her hands in her seat to get a better view out of the window.
It was amazing she could even do this any more. Taylor had to literally drag Cheryl in.
"NO-O!" she screamed, hanging to the door frame, her knees bent, her trainers in the air.
"I will - not - GO-O!" she screamed like a toddler, "NO-O-O!"
"It's for your own good!" Taylor tugged and Cheryl fell.
Cheryl didn't respond.
"Cheryl!" Taylor screamed this time.
Had she killed Cheryl?
The doctors had to put an emergency drip into her full of fluids like sugar and other supplements her body needed. It was all hanging on a knife edge for Cheryl.
They sent her to a rehab clinic with other girls like her. She was not allowed to see her family, friends, or Taylor until she was near recovery. That would be her treat. The other girls taught her naughty ways of pretending they had put on weight.
"You drink loads of water before you go in!" one girl said.
They were observed in the toilets to check they were not vomiting. There was no privacy. This was driving Cheryl insane!
She thought that she would probably commit suicide instead. It was a lot like jail but they were allowed belts and shoelaces so she could use those.

Taylor

They were allowed to walk round the vast gardens of the huge house they all stayed in while they were there. I would write lived but from personal experience of the place I have to say that it is nothing like home no matter how much they try to pretend. It is so fake.
It used to be an old folk's home and before that it was owned by a lord and lady who were selling off old property because of the cost of keeping them all going in these financial difficulties. She wondered through the grassy embankments, taking a stroll. This was all the exercise she was allowed until she got her strength back. Strangely, it made her calm. She came out here to clear her head. None of the other girls did. They were too scared to see the outside world again until they were better or they had completely gone off exercise.
Eventually she recovered and went to live with Taylor in her flat. They read the most recent book together and commented on it. They laughed together. She was like the big sister Cheryl had never had. She needed a good, female role model. After a while, being fed up on soup, crumpets, tea, pasta, jelly and chocolate fudge cake and custard, Cheryl was ready to face the outside world again.
She felt like it was a horrible place but it was much nicer than she remembered. Since she was eighteen now she decided to head out somewhere on her own after twelve months with Taylor.
"Are you sure about this? It's a big step!"
"Yes. It will give me some independence. I need that to help me grow."
"Alright," Taylor furled her lips, "As long as you let me come and check on you once a week! Once a day for the first month!"
"Why don't you just stay over!" Cheryl waved her arms around madly with sarcasm.
"I'll stay in a hostel nearby, alright!" she ruffled Cheryl's hair like a little kid, she was one to Taylor, after all she did.
"You are taking a real good care of that girl," Taylor and her mum swung on a park bench together as they were chatting.
The last blossoms and organic, amber leaves frolicking around them. Leaving big beautiful piles everywhere for children to play in.
"She is," Taylor sighed, drifting off into the distance.
"What can I do to make it up to her?" asked Cheryl when she was out shopping with Max, (the boy who was a teacher the same age as her from the karate class).
"Don't go mental again!" he said, matter-of-factly.
"Ma-ax!" she shrugged, laughing at him.
She had got a lot stronger now, before that kind of comment would have made her break down.
"You could..."
They had to leave that and come up with ideas later. First they had to work out where Cheryl was moving too.
"Not too far away so I can still see you!" he poked.
"OK, OK!"she held her hands up, smiling, she had not smiled like that, ever!
"Does this look good on me?" she asked, swirling round and pouting in the mirror with a scarf.
"Yes," he said, "Very good. Why the hell did I come shopping with you any how?!" he asked, crossing his hands in his fingerless gloves, his scarf was grey round his neck with white skulls.
His slicked to the side, black straightened hair let you just see both his eyes as the highest feathering was just above his left one, graduating down to the right. he swept it back with his hands as it went in his eyes again. They had become good friends through all this. That had been one god thing for her. She had all her pals at the book club too. They had all become really close together around her illness too.
When they got home to the flat they pulled out a world map.
"What are you two doing?" Taylor asked with amusement, Max was always hanging about round the house now since the two of them had become thick as thieves.
"Just plotting where Cher will stay," Max told her, and don't worry because I made sure she will not be too far away for me too visit.
"Why has she got out the world map then. Ah, she's a sneaky one Max. You may think you've got her figured out but on the surface - things aren't as tricky as on the inside. Are they sport?" she ruffled Cheryl's hair like she always did, Cher was his new nickname for Cheryl.
"Oh," he looked down trodden by a thousand elephants.
"What if I look too far," Cheryl worried.
"Don't look," said Taylor, just close your eyes and throw the pin in, "Wherever it lands, that's where you'll go."
Max had made his mind up by then but he was not telling, "Alright then," decided Cheryl, "Let's give it a go!" she smiled rottenly as she closed her eyes, swirled round and plunged the pin into the deep abyss.
It landed on...

Cheryl

Labrador Puppy

2009-03-04T10:21:00.001-08:00

What Dog Breed Are You?

Labrador puppy
Playing, jumping, running and simply causing havoc just comes naturally to you. You can get into trouble though but you are sooo cute they only stay mad at you for one second!! seriously!

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PANDAS!!!

2009-03-04T08:41:00.001-08:00

Do you fall in love to easy?

You fall in love with caution
You make sure your mind and heart is set straight before you even feel love. You take caution and make sure its safe. Thats a wise thing to you. Way to go!

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RE-E-E-ED!!!!!

2009-03-04T08:21:00.001-08:00

If you were a colour...

Red
Ahh red. A bashfull colour. You are easily embaressed and flushed. Your world is full of love and passion. Sometimes you love too much and that is a danger to you.

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Teen Story - Chapter 3

2009-03-03T11:13:00.000-08:00

At the book club everyone said they liked it. Some of them had even managed to get a boyfriend off the back of it. Lots of people noticed how much thinner Cheryl had got. Her clothes were all too baggy, even this jumper. She would have to get some new clothes, she thought. They all decided what their next book was going to be. She got to vote this time, which was great. They decided to choose The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger .
This is what they got as a quote from someone called Milly who is in another book club in Cansas who e-mails Taylor. They are about the same age.

'But for me - the crux of the story is about love. Call me an old (young actually) romantic but I just loved this aspect of the story. Before you assume anything, I'm not your typical chick-lit reader - in fact I avoid it like the plague - but this is not typical chick-lit. It's so moving and beautifully told that I had to try not to cry on the train, and spent a long time thinking about it after I'd finished.

I know this review doesn't really say much about the plot but that's because I really think you should buy it and read it with an open mind. Prepare to be entertained - you'll laugh, wonder, and probably cry.'

So it sounded very good and none of them could wait to read it. Taylor was leaning on the brick wall outside. It looked like the cement was in her hair but it was just how it was placed.
Cheryl thought, 'She looks so good with that red background behind her but she would probably look really good with any background!'
She held her lip in her hand, not a very attractive looking pose, I must say.
Taylor had been waiting for her, "Cheryl! Lovely to see you again! have you got a bit thinner?" nobody had dared to even mention that to Cheryl.
Taylor was just one of those people, "Erm, I think so. I didn't really notice!" she raised her eyebrows.
"Have you been very sad recently?" she frowned her beautiful face and Cheryl could not bare to see it crumple.
"Oh, yes!" she lied, "My gran died!" she blurted, which was in fact true but she had died two years ago and Cheryl was not really that bothered.
I know that sounds mean but she had only seen her once a year at Christmas when all of the family got together. Now her worst time of year because of all the food and all the memories.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If you ever need to cry or anything just phone me," she passed Cheryl her number.
Their hands touched and a tingle went through Cheryl's body.
"Um, OK," Cheryl shifted away, their last touch was the closest Cheryl had ever been to anyone outside her family.
This was weird for her. What was that feeling?
Since she had been making herself vomit her hair had got incredibly greasy even if she washed it every day. Also her skin was really spotty and her blackheads where worse than ever. She felt awful. She saw herself in the window and after the last thing she saw - which was Taylor - which was quite an unkind thing in it's self because most people beside Taylor looked ugly. She also had purple rings under her eyes.

2009-03-02T13:23:00.000-08:00

She only has to go to the book club once a month. She has decided to take up a gym membership so she can join Max (the instructor the same age as her from the Karate club). She was enjoying reading the book they were covering, 'He's Just Not That Into You'. She was with Max at the gym. He was smiling at her. He only did this and the karate. She did a lot more. She was lifting a weight while he was smiling at her. She was too busy looking at him to notice it was getting too heavy and she was lifting too many for a beginner. She fainted under the weight. The weight nearly smashed through her body. He caught it just in time. He struggled to lift it from her at the awkward angle. He managed it and dropped it on the floor. He put her head between her legs as she woke up.
"Just stay still," he told her.
"OK," she felt awful.
"You need to cut down," he said, "This is too much for you, OK?!" he smiled gently, his hand on her back in a comforting way.
"No," she sounded snappier than she needed to be, "I've got to keep doing this!" she lifted her head up and put her hands into fists.
"OK but not as much! Don't have a go at me! It's not me who's pushing you!"
"Alright, sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just - stressed out right now."
"You must be!" he exclaimed with his hands on his hips, standing above her.
A first aider, instructor rushed over, "Is she alright?!" he asked, looking worried.
"I'm fine!" she waved her hand at him, "It was nothing. I just did too much."
"It's not nothing, Cheryl. You're pushing yourself too hard! You need to stop. Take a break. Alright, alright," she lied.
When she got home she tried having a rest. She had a drink, she tried to drink a milkshake which she had not touched in weeks. She felt sick and started gagging. She threw it down on the floor and it spilt, seeping into the carpet. She felt sick inside.

She felt really, really fat. She would never ever have that kind of thing normally! This diet had become normality. She had only meant it to last a couple of weeks. It used to be salads and water. Now it was a couple of carrots, some celery because it burns up more calories than it gives you, pepper slithers and a couple of cherry tomatoes. She used to have mayonnaise with it and bread but she had stopped the bread a month ago because it had too many calories. Just yesterday she had dropped the mayonnaise, it made her vomit.
She ran up to the bathroom. She pulled out the scales. She slammed them on the floor. She was 50kg, she had only lost five. She was still really fat! The diet and starting the exercise had hardly worked at all. She had been doing it for a few weeks now. She had had enough. She was so ugly and repulsive. She pulled at her flesh. Stripped down to her underwear. A big blob came out of her stomach. There was a bit on her bum. She felt like a great big, lumbering elephant. She felt like the ugliest one in the zoo. An animal. She remembered how the boys had taunted her at school when she was younger. Just started secondary. Her mum called it 'puppy fat'. Her grandmother always said how heavy Cheryl was when she lifted her when Cheryl was little. Cheryl's mum always told her off but she did not listen. She thought it was, 'a load of rubbish' that what she said could effect Cheryl.
"She's too young!" Cheryl's gran stated, "She's only four!" she laughed and groaned as she lifted Cheryl, "Like a fat, little elephant!"

Cheryl went over the edge. She lifted the toilet lid. She stuck her hand down her throat. She threw up into the toilet. Her throat burned. It was so painful it felt like it was on fire. She felt sick. There was that horrible, bitter taste in her mouth that you can not get rid of no matter how many pieces of chewing gum you chew. No matter how minty it is.
"Love, are you alright in there?" her mum called.
"Yes!" she wiped the sick from her mouth.
It was a month later, January. Cheryl had been throwing up her food at every meal. She was shivering in her jumper, rubbing her arms with her hands and rubbing them together. She had loved the book. It told her all she needed to know about men.

Love me now pleasexxx

2009-03-01T13:46:00.001-08:00

What Is Your Inner Desire?

Love
Your inner desire is love. You are a romantic person and really just want that special someone to spend the rest of your life with. You are a very caring and compassionate person, and if you keep it up, you will one day find the love of your life.

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Wifey!<3

2009-03-01T13:44:00.001-08:00

WHY DO PEOPLE FALL FOR YOU?

YOU ARE THAT WiFEY MATERiAL
YOU ARE EVERYTHiNG THAT SOMEONE COULD ASK FOR. YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE THEM HAPPY, WHEN TO BE SERiOUS & WHEN TO BE FUNNY. YOU PUT THEM FiRST & ALWAYS MAKE AN EFFORT TO BE WiTH THEM. YOU ARE FAiTHFUL, AND ARE A LOVER. YOU ARE THAT TRUE WiFEY MATERiAL, AND ANYONE WHO iS LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET YOU, BETTER KEEP YOU!

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Emo Hart

2009-03-01T08:04:00.001-08:00

Teen Story - Chapter 2

2009-03-01T04:07:00.000-08:00

It was Wednesday and Cheryl was heading to yoga class. She had her blue tracksuit on and lime green hoody and trainers. At the class Cheryl was with a bunch of mums. She did not think she would fit in at first but eventually she relaxed and got on with the exercise. Some of the stretches where very hard to do and the teacher said to not do anything that strained you. Cheryl decided to do it anyway as it would help her get thinner faster.
'The instructor said that if you did too much then it would make your body weak but what does she know!' thought Cheryl.
Her next class was karate on Friday. She went along and they fitted her out with a sort of white coat. She was told this was her karate outfit and she was to wear it to each class. After her first test she could earn her first belt if she passed.
She saw someone thrown over someone's shoulder onto the ground and winced.
"Isn't that painful?!" she asked an instructor who was the same age as her.
"Well, sometimes!" he smiled.
She learnt kicks and punches. It was quite fun. She got to shout a lot. Very distressing.
Gymnastics was on Saturday. She did her homework and then got on a bus. At the class she was put in with the littlest kids which was not very good since they were about four! She had to do a lot of stretches before she could actually get started. She would have to get a lot more stretchy before she could do some of things the little kids could do which was a bit embarrassing but she would get there eventually. She told the teacher who was like a mum to all the kids, that she was doing yoga as well. The instructor told her that that would help her get more flexible for some of the trickier moves.
"I'll have to do this to get more limber for some of those yoga positions!" Cheryl and the teacher laughed at the thought.
Now Sunday had come and she would be heading to book club. Cheryl was very excited. She wondered what kind of people would be there. When she arrived she was the youngest one there! She was not daunted this time though because she had had this before at yoga. They were all women.
"Now our book that we will start reading today is called, 'He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys' by Greg Berhendt.
"You mean like the movie!" I was excited now.

"I don't think it's the same as that!" she smiled kindly at me, she was a middle aged women with small, round spectacles and a messy bun that was dyed brown with hints of grey, her clothing was smart, a knee-length skirt, cardigan and pearls, her shoes were shiny and high, "We also have a new member," she had a mean sparkle in her eye, "This is Cheryl Kean."
"It's Cheryl Green actually," She told the women.
"Well, lets go round in a group and tell you all our names. I'm Elizabeth."
"I'm Taylor," said the young woman next to her who looked like she was in her twenties, not much older than Cheryl, she wore smart clothes similar to the women next to her but with a much fresher feel and she did not have pearls, instead a rather surfer looking necklace hung from her neck, she had juicy red, spiky stilettos on, her hair was down, long and slightly curly at the end, she gave Cheryl a cheeky smile.
"Missy Hart," this women was American and in her late 20s, she has light chocolate coloured skin, dark brown hair, brown, sparkly eyes and a blazer and knee-length skirt, stockings and pumps with a slight heel to them.
Cheryl wondered if they were all business types who had just returned from long trips abroad.
Next up was a women in her sixties who looked like she was in her late 40s, she wore an arty top, had mid-length hair was grey and had woven in coloured string, she wore jeans, lots of rainbow beads, a stripy headband and pumps that are bold with little flowery bits on the front, "Hi, I'm Sally, Sally Lock," she had twinkly eyes and was a real hippy.
That was them, "Incase you haven't noticed, Taylor is my daughter.
"Yes, mum, I think everyone knows that," she smiled in her gleeful, pixie way.
"Actually that is what they based the movie on!" Missy stated, "It's a really good book about men, apparently.
"Let's see if it works then! I hope it does," Taylor added.

Sofia Loren

2009-02-28T14:06:00.001-08:00

Which Classic Bombshell Are You?

Sofia Loren
You are Sofia Loren. You have been through alot, but from pain comes beauty. Inside and out. You brighten peoples lives, while there is something forgein about you.

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Manga Green

2009-02-28T13:59:00.001-08:00

What is your favorite color? *cool pics*

Green

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Lip Pics

2009-02-28T13:15:00.000-08:00

My other sweet lips pics

Teen Story - Chapter 1

2009-02-27T12:57:00.000-08:00

This is a story about a girl.

Chapter 1

She woke up and looked in the mirror. She was really putting on weight. What could she do?! She had no idea. She decided to go on a diet. From now on no snacks between meals. She will eat salads and become a vegetarian. They are meant to be healthier. She is going to join up to a few clubs to do more exercise. That would be better.
Her parents were not so sure about the salads or the vegetarianism but they liked the clubs idea because they wanted her to make more friends. Well - I say more - she did not really have any.
Her name was Cheryl, Cheryl Green. She decided to join a pilates club, yoga club, karate club, gymnastics club and book club to make new friends. She would go to pilates on Monday, Yoga club on Wednesday, Karate club on Friday, Gymnastics club on Saturday, Book club on Sunday.
On Monday she headed to palatese. She was supposed to wear baggy, comfortable clothes for this and yoga. She decided to buy herself three new tracksuits. She got blue, pink and purple jogging bottoms and matching tops from Nike with their tick on. They were from their really cool, new range.
She headed to the club with her new tracksuit and lime green hoody and new Nike trainers that were mostly white with lime green. She was extremely nervous. Would anyone like her? Would they think she was fat? When she arrived a smiley American women confronted her with a handshake. She felt giddy. This women was the perfect shape. She was completely fabulous looking and absolutely gorgeous.
"Now you just join us here...?"
"Cheryl," she told her, "Cheryl Green."
"Hello Cheryl," she had her Californian twang, she gripped Cheryl's hand so tightly all the blood ran out of it and her mouth opened in shock, horror and pain, "I'm Natalie, Natalie Portman. I'm gonna be your teacher t'day!"
She guffawed and tried to hold it in, gulping with the pressure, "Are you serious?!"
"Yes! What's wrong with Natalie?!" she crossed her arms, her cheery brows furrowing.
"Oh n-n-n-nothing is wrong with Natalie," her eyes welled up with tears, "It's j-just-" a tear was a bout to run down her face.
Natalie hugged her so tightly she could not breath until she let go and Cheryl breathed out, "Don't cry! There there!" she was patted on the back like a baby but with the force of a chimpanzee.
Her eyes were watering with pain.

"Try and calm down and then we'll get started. Right everyone," she suddenly got louder, "Today we have a new member called," this always made her hate teachers at school, not a good start, should she just leave, "Cheryl. Everyone be nice and Maxine, you will get her started and explain anything she doesn't understand, OK? Let's go, it'll be fun, don't worry Cheryl, I can see that look on your face. A 1-2-3 a 1-2-3-4!" she pressed the old stereo on that was sitting on a shelf by the door.
Suddenly Cheryl was horrified, she had just glanced at the huge mirror walls they would be staring into as they exercised away. What would she do? She would be able to see her whole fat self in the mirror!
The music came on and it was a new track from Paramore.
'How up to date is this class!' thought Cheryl, 'I wonder if half of these women have even heard of this.
"Good choice Natalie!" she called out to the teacher.
She started sweating profusely and panting. She was so out of shape. Maxine who was of a similar age to her was smiling at Cheryl encouragingly and Maxine was quite skinny.
After the lesson they were both toweling down in the changing room. They both went for a shower and Cheryl saw how skinny Maxine really was. She was really toned. Cheryl wanted to know how she got so fit so she asked her.
"How do you keep so fit?!" asked Cheryl.
"Oh, thank you! I just do lots of exercise. You want to tone up, do you?" she queried.
"Yes."
"Well stick with me kid and you'll go far!" she did a fake American accent like their teacher.
They both spurtled laughter.
From that moment when their eyes met they were mates.

Teen Quiz

2009-02-26T12:44:00.000-08:00

Do you want to be an emo, goth, ned, plastic, nerd, arty or jock?

Q1) What would you wear?

a) Black, red, blue and purple.

b) Black

c) Tartan in brown, blue or pink on caps and tracksuits.

d) Pink or other girly coloured mini skirts, tight t-shirts and high heels. Sometimes dresses.

e) Shirts, smart trousers, glasses, braces and shoes that look like your dad should be wearing them.

f) Flamboyant, original clothes, maybe made yourself or changed and bright colours.

g) Sports gear like ice-hockey or football tops and track suit bottoms or jeans, always trainers.

Q2) What colour hair would be perfect for you?

a) Black or brown

b) Black

c) It doesn't matter, only would dye it bleach blond

d) Brown, blonde, black or ginger, no unnatural colours

e) No dyes

f) Pink streaks, bright coloured dips or bright red hair

g) Nothing dyed unless it's a natural colour

Q3) Would you wear any make-up?

a) Eyeliner and black nail polish

b) Eyeliner, black nail polish and white foundation for the girls

c) The girls might wear thick mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss

d) Foundation, concealer, highlighter, lip gloss, blusher and eye-shadow

e) Girls would maybe wear clear mascara and lip gloss

f) Anything as long as it is unheard of or something only people like David Bowie would do, not all of the boys would take part in this

g) No way man!

Q4) How would you act?

a) Stay in a a huddle, might be a bit suicidal or depressed, mostly just like emo rock which stands for emotive rock. Loves bands like My Chemical Romance or Bullet For My Valentine

b) Love heavy metal like Suffocation and Black Tide. Are very calm and would never fight anyone even if they beat you up. Always in the mosh pit beating people up and head banging at gigs.

c) Really aggressive, hates emos and goths. Think they are weirdos who all commit suicide (not true)! Listen to ned beats.

d) Like pop or light rock. Are two-faced, gossips. Can not go out without make-up on. Are fake and only care about being popular.

e) Are shy and love computer games and Science and Maths. Are not very good at talking to the opposite sex (or the same depending on preference). Often have spotty skin and love jumpers.

f) Are very confident in their own skin. Are very creative, into art or maybe music or writing. HAve a very close-knit set of friends who can always rely on each other.

g) Love sport more than anything. Are quite jokey and like having a laugh. Very competitive. Keep fit. Always lively and bouncy personality. Often they are quite loud people.

Q5) Who would you love to go out with?

a) A girl or boy who is into emotive rock. Who plays an instrument preferably. Who will get on well with my friends.

b) Someone who likes the way I look. Who loves heavy metal and jumping in at the mosh pits.

c) Someone who can calm me down who doesn't like goths and emos. Someone who loves football.

d) Someone handsome who is popular. Have to like pop. Have to be fit. Must be fashionable. It is a priority that they are charming.

e) Someone who is not too loud. They have to love gaming, Star Trek, Maths and Science. Must be cute.

f) Someone who has a soul. Have to be confident.

g) Someone who is into sport even if they don't play. Has to be fit and good looking.

Q6) What would be your favourite present?

a) A My Chemical Romance CD

b) Black Tide concert tickets

c) Tracksuit

d) Make-up set or sunglasses

e) Call of Duty 3

f) A paint set

g) A football or other type of sport ball or puck

Mostly a)s=Emo

You are an emo. You love painting your nails black. You can not live without eye-liner. You enjoy straightening your hair. Maybe you have a peekaboo fringe. You probably have black hair or at least brown. You are into emotive rock. Chavs don't like you. You do not hate them though. You always wear dark clothes, mainly black. You might play an instrument or sing. You would love to go out with someone who shares your love of music and emo rock.

Mostly b)s=Goth

You are a goth. You love wearing black and heavy metal. Your fave band might be Suffocation or Black Tide. You enjoy going to rock contests and rocking out in the mosh pits. You might be in a band. You have black or another kind of dark hair probably. You may wear eyeliner, have black nails and wear white foundation. You would love to go out with someone who would go to contest with you and was a heavy metal fan.

Mostly c)s=Ned

You're a ned. You can be a bit aggressive. You hate emos and goths. People may think you are a yob. You love wearing tracksuits and caps with tartan on. You love ned beats. You may be into going to footy matches and cheering on your team. You would want to go out with someone who shared your loves and hates.

Mostly d)s=Plastics

You are a plastic. You are superficial and popular. You are fake and two-faced. You need to change your ways. All you care about is being popular. You do not have any real friends no matter how popular you are. You love pop and make-up. You enjoy preening yourself. You would want to go out with a jock.

Mostly e)s=Geeks

You are a geek. You are a nerd. You love playing computer games, Battle Star Galactica, Science and Maths. You like wearing glasses, braces, jumpers, shirts, smart trousers and shoes your dad should be wearing. Right now you are actually fashionable because of Ugly Betty! Fashion people just don't get that they are being made fun of. You would want to go out with someone who would join you at science fairs and like gaming.

Mostly f)s=Arty

You are an arty. You love painting, drawing, playing an instrument or writing. You wear wild clothes that show off your character. You are very confident about who you are. You enjoy being creative. You love sifting through art galleries. You may be into jazz. You are the most confident out of these teenage tribes. You would want to go out with someone who shared one of your passions and would take you round a gallery on your date.

Mostly g)s=Jock

You're a jock. Your life is ruled by sport. You are fit, charismatic and love to have a laugh. You enjoy showing off. You are extremely competitive. You like keeping fit. You would be no where without your sport. it is your identity. You might want to focus less on being popular and more on making friends. You would enjoy going out with a plastic.

Red Nose Day

2009-02-26T12:35:00.000-08:00

I think everyone should try and at least give some money to Comic Relief for Red Nose Day if not raise some money. I have been baking cakes, going to have a scratch card and maybe get sponsored for something. Also my family and I have been buying t-shirts, red noses and pens. I want to get Jamie Oliver's new book for Comic Relief. It's on my wish list.
So get raising money and do something funny for money! If I can you definitely can too.

Dream Story - Part 25

2009-02-25T08:41:00.001-08:00

I am going to a carnival! I am so ecstatic. I am also taking part. I am going to be one of the carnival girls with the beautiful dresses and the big head dresses. I will be dancing through the carnival all day. Mandy is coming to cheer me on as Roger is at work and Freddy is on holiday. Roger is covering his first story in Florida, (lucky sod). I was dancing and having a great time. The music was so loud and the costumes so bright and colourful. People were palying drums, breathing fire and walking on stilts. Everyone had come to watch from far and near. People were looking out over us above us from their windows and balconies.
I had a lovely surprise that day. My mum and dad had come to America to see me!
"Mum! Dad!" I called as I passed them in the carnival.
I had just enough time to grab my mum's hands and then I had passed her. Now New York really felt like home. I was loving it and knew the fun would never stop. My adventure had just begun.
THE END

Ros

2009-02-25T08:29:00.001-08:00

Spooks -Which spy are you?

Ros Myers
You are a top MI5 agent. You are one of the oldest ones there apart from Harry because all the other ones have died. You are extremely tough. You can make a gadget out of anything. You can beat up or kill someone better than all the guys. You sometimes seem a bit shady like you are on another side but actually you are just finding out information from another side. You are the toughest agent. You are Senior Case Officer.

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Dream Story - Part 24

2009-02-24T08:54:00.000-08:00

I miss my mum! She came over today and made me a roast dinner. It was lovely. We had a girly chat and watched Mamma Mia which I got her for Christmas.
Freddy came over yesterday and we had a little football game with Roger and Mandy. It was very fun although I did feel a little awkward when I saw some flirting between Mandy and Freddy. She assures me it will not go anywhere though.
"He's your ex, you shouldn't mind!" Roger tells me as we are walking through the park.
"Isn't there that rule about going out with people's exs?"
"No! That's for weird, strangely jealous people! get a grip! I thought you didn't like him any more?" he looked concerned.
"I thought I did and just wanted to be friends but now I'm not so sure," I bit my lip.
"It's just jealousy. You'll get over it eventually and then you'll be sky high and heading onto better things!" he rubbed my back.
"I feel like a baby!" I said, "How is match.com working out?" I asked.
"It's not so good. Loads of women keep trying to chat me up. One said, 'If I meet the right one.' I mean, what is that?!" he put his hands out in front of him, palms up, his elbows near his stomach.
"No cute guys then?"
"No. They are all middle-aged women."
He seemed down in the dumps so I tried to cheer him up by buying him an ice-cream drink.
"Aw, thanks doll, you didn't need to!"
Roger and I have decided to adopt a dog together. It will be an Old English Sheepdog Puppy since we both love them and a dog at the pound just gave birth. It's a boy. It's very shy and adorable! We both love him and have named him Harry. How cute!

Emma Pierson - Anna

2009-02-24T08:46:00.001-08:00

Which Hotel Babylon character are you?

Anna Thornton-Wilton
You are the head secretary. You are meant to be friendly and flirty with all the guests but you do not always manage that. You can be very snooty. You think you are a higher class when in fact you are not! You have fabulous dress sense. You are always looking for a guest with lots of money who will sweep you off your feet so you can stay in the hotel instead of work in it.

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Anime

2009-02-24T07:11:00.001-08:00

What Anime girl will you look like?

Just Normal
"Just a Regular ^^"

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Polly the Pony!

2009-02-24T06:49:00.000-08:00

Go get your own

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Dream Story - Part 23

2009-02-23T13:44:00.000-08:00

I really miss my mum. She says I have to phone her every day.
Today she told me, "Your dad misses having you around the house to help him cook. Since he has retired and you are not here he has nothing to do any more. He can not help you with your homework or anything."
"Why doesn't he join a class? He could do exercise or art or something?"
"That's an excellent idea! he's been saying he wants to follow you into the field of photography," she sighed.
"The field, huh? What a copy cat!" I put my hand on my hip that was not carrying the phone.
I had the bit you put the telephone down on against my hip and I was chugging it around because I like doing that and of course curling the old fashioned, spiral wire round my finger.
"Oh, here's your father, he wants to talk to you - MIKE!!!" she screamed down the phone.
"Eh, mum, can you hold that away from your ear when you shout?" I asked, wincing at the pain she had caused my ear drum.
"Hello?" it was dad.
"Dad!"
"Sweetie!" he gasped, "How are you?!"
He sounded like he was hugging me all the way down the phone, "Fine, thanks, Dad!"
"Has your boss been treating you OK? Only equal standards for my girl!"
"Yes! It's fine Dad!" he was an old-fashioned feminist, "I helped with another candy lip thing with that photographer."
"He's got his eye on you!"
"DAD! Stop embarrassing me!"
"What?! Who am I embarrassing you in front of?! Is anyone there?!"
"Yes," I held my head and waved at Roger who was lazing on the sofa and flicking through an old issue of Vogue, "Roger is here."
"Oh, say hi from me!"
"Dad says hi," I held the receiver as I talked to Roger.
"He keeps getting you to help him because he likes you!"
"Or just because I'm a good photographer! What happened to feminism?!"
"This is love! All's fair in love and war!" he stated.
"Right Dad, goodbye!" I hung up.

Dream Story - Part 22

2009-02-23T06:35:00.000-08:00

Freddy and I have decided just to be friends. It is not working between us any more. Mandy and I met up for coffee today.
"God, these are ve-ry sweet!" I told her.
"I know!" she laughed, "It is so great to have a fresh perspective on everything here. Everyone else is like, 'That's just normal coffee!' They think I'm mad!" she laughed again and sort of snorted.
She showed me all of her favourite shops in town. Some of them were pretty special. Down allies where no one would see them.
"I got this really cute necklace just down here-" we walked down the alley way, "-Oh! It's closed. That's the recession for you!"
We were both disappointed but decided to head home.
When I was there Roger had made us spaghetti hoops on toast.
"Wow, nice!" I told him.
"Don't be so sarcastic! The oven has broken, I have called out for a mechanic. He can not be here for a couple of weeks so I microwaved this."
"OK, I suppose you did your best. Maybe we should have a couple of weeks of going out to restaurants for meals?"
"Only if you want to get fat!" he said.
"Well, we could just eat half or, even better, we could share a meal! That would save money too!" I raised my finger in a eureka moment.
Today at work I had to take pictures of some spring dresses. They were very floaty and light green. We did it with them dancing around daffodils like fairies. I had some spare time so I helped one of the other photographers with this candy lips thing he was doing. It looked lovely but it was fiddly sticking things in place. He got the lighting perfect while I adjusted the model.

Freddy

2009-02-22T15:51:00.001-08:00

Which?

Freddy

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Dream Story - Part 21

2009-02-22T08:57:00.000-08:00

My job was going really well. It was a bit weird with Freddy but we had decided to get back together. For I all I knew nothing was ever going to be the same again. My bunny that I decided to call Tailor is a boy. He is so cute and doing so well. I have made a new friend at work called Mandy. Very American, I know. She works on the fashion pages and is one of their top writers. That is mostly where I work too so we see each other a lot. She has managed to get me a proper photo shoot all of my own! I am doing a special one page for easter clothes. I get a female model and have decided to include Tailor. He will be Vogue's easter bunny! They are very cute shots with her Easter dresses and him. I have now got my own themed fashion page that I will do every month. It is very exciting.
Roger has finally managed to get a job serving tea at a newspaper's head quarters.
"My boss is hot!" he told me over the phone.
"I hope he is straight and you aren't going to do anything about it!" I was concerned.
"Oh he is. You know I would never!"
"I can't be so sure!"
I told him all about my new job, "Oh well that's great! Well done!" he clapped his hands so he must have put the phone down but I have no idea.
Freddy and I tried to go out for a romantic meal and ate creamy spaghetti carbonara style at a local Italian place. The owner was Lucio and he was American but his family are from Roma, Italy.

Blonde Bombshell

2009-02-21T15:03:00.001-08:00

What would you look like in anime?

Blonde haired
If you have blonde hair,this is probably what you would look like in anime!

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Dream Story - Part 20

2009-02-21T13:55:00.000-08:00

Today I went to my job at Vogue for the first time. I got to give tea to all the hot models. I was supposed to be watching what the top photographer was doing. As you can imagine I had my eyes somewhere completely different. Also the models were topless! They were men for a deodorant ad.
Roger went for three interviews at three different newspaper houses today. He was only trying to get a serving tea job but unfortunately he did not get any of them.
"Is it the way I dress?" he asked.
"No!" I told him, "Maybe they went for someone with more experience!" I waved my hands out to stick horizontally out from either side of my body with my elbows against my hips.
"How much experience do you need to serve tea?!" he jumped up in the air in outrage.
"Alright, alright! Calm down. Did you see any other candidates?"
"No," he flumped, "They all came in after me," he fell onto the seat in the waiting room at our new dentist.
I opened a magazine that I thought was about naturalists but turned out to be about naturists.
My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets at the photo I saw when I opened the pages, "There was only leaves on the cover!"
Rog peeked round the page, "Ha ha ha! That's the first thing that's cheered me up all day! Thank you Minny!" he curled his arm round me and shook me while jollily laughing.
Freddy came to see me today. He had heard I was in town. I do not know who from because I have not been hear very long. It must have been someone at work.
I looked up at him, "So, how have you been getting on?" we were outside my flat on the pavement, I crossed my legs over and had my hands in my pockets.
I had let Freddy cut my fringe and it was actually pretty good! He had done a sort of feathery fringe. I had grown out my pob and my hair was now shoulder-strength and sort of shaggy.
My Chocolate brown hair dye was coming out and now looked like half of my hair had been dip-dyed at the ends.
"I got a job in a hair salon sweeping hair. Not very interesting but it will get me started. This girl who is the bottom of the line hairdresser if you like has been giving me styling tips," he looked down and then up at me in that gorgeous way he does that I can not ignore.
"Oh good! Wait - what girl?!"
"Oh, you are actually jealous, aren't you?!" he poked me.
"Oi! I am not!" I poked him back.
We both giggled, "She couldn't possibly any way!"
"Why not! Some people do actually still find you attractive you know!"
"Why thank you!" he bowed in a silly manner, "So you don't any more, do you not? Well, obviously she doesn't because she is gay!"
"Is that what she told you!" I folded my arms and looked sideways at him.
He gave me that delectable look and elbowed, I smiled and nudged him back, "Yes and I believe her!"
"She just said that to get you off your guard so you are relaxed and don't notice her subtle signs of wooing you!"
"Wow! Where did you get that from then? The Exs Who Don't Have A Life Anonymous group?!" his eyes went wild.
"Don't look at me like that!" I scowled.
"Ooh! You make me burn!" he shuddered and did this weird hissy snake thing.
"You weirdo!" I held my arm and backed away from him.

It was that policeman again, "Back away miss. Get over here now!"
"What?" I said to him and got behind him like he ushered with his hands.
He held his gun up and pointed it at Freddy, "Put your hands up!" he shouted.
Freddy raised his hands in horror and backed against the wall.
The policeman strutted over and searched him for a weapon, he must have felt manly after 'rescuing' me from Freddy.
Eventually we sorted it out down at the station. they un-handcuffed Freddy.
"Thank you for saving my bacon, you are my hero."
His big, sweet eyes stared at me like a puppy-dog, "Oh! Don't do that! I'll have to take you home!"
"Oh please do!" his eyes seemed to get wider and cuter.

Dream Story - Part 19

2009-02-19T09:34:00.000-08:00

We got on the plane and headed for New York city! The big NYC. The big apple. They were showing Ghostbusters on the plane which did not really help. Roger slept for the whole journey. He says it is to catch up so he does not get jet lag. it was one o'clock when we got there. We headed for an American style diner of course. We both ordered burger, chips and Chocolate milkshake. The portions were ginormous. So we only ate a little bit and did not have dessert.
"I have heard rumours about people getting really fat here because of the size of the portions!" Roger told me.
"It's could my dad taught me how to cook then!" I told him.
"Minny, Minny, Minny, he did not tell you how to make my Special Martini, did he now?"
"No, he did not Roger. I suppose you are going to tell me now, are you?"
"No, I am going to make you one when we arrive at the flat!"
We had got on the train, "You brought all the ingredients with you?!"
"Of course! You can't travel around without a good martini, can you?"
"If you say so, Rog!" I am surprised but realise not as much as I thought.
"Have you actually seen this place before?" he asked me.
"No but my dad came over here to see it when he was in the area for his job."
"What does he do exactly?" Roger asked me.
"Oh, have I not told you? He is an investment banker. They had a big client over here and he said he would only work with Dad so they had to send him over!"
"He must be good then!" Roger was impressed, "Shouldn't you be rich then?"
"No! The recession is on. He is lucky he didn't lose his job!"
"It sounds like they are lucky to have him!" Roger and I put our hands on are hips at each other.
"Alright, you win, I can't do that moody old crone look."
"Roger, you cheeky beggar!" I wagged my finger at him, "I am acting like my mother!" I shoved my hand over my face.
"You old dramatic you!"
"Why am I old all of a sudden?!"
"Sorry, darling, I didn't realise you were bothered by wrinkles!"
"I'm not and I don't have any!"
"What's that then?" he picked a hair off my shirt insanely.
"Get away from me you mad man!" I mocked.
"Can I help you miss?" a police man asked me.
"No, I am fine officer," I brushed down my clothes.
"Alright miss. You just come to me if your in trouble, y'hear," he swing his two first fingers at me and gave Roger a funny look.
"Do you think he is homophobic?" asked Rog.
"No, I think he thinks your mad and he is not far off!" I pushed him over with my finger.
He stumbled about a bit and giggled.
We entered the flat. It was quite nice. Roger instantly pulled out some cushions and chucked them on the sofa we got with the apartment. They were very stylish and instantly lit up the room. I stuck my mirror panels on the wall. We ordered a Domino's pizza and ate it in front of the telly. It was pepperoni. we watched a Bruce Willis movie.
We painted the living room lilac. We hung up a lantern shaped lilac lamp. We had a TV with the place but we replaced it with our lavender one. We hung up purple curtains. We added pink and cream vases on the window sill. we lay down a cream, sheepskin rug. We lit lavender tea lights.

In the bathroom we lay down a blue bubble mat. We hung up a shower curtain with a waterfall print on it. We hung plastic seaweed from the ceiling to give it an underwater feel. we added clear blue taps, (I am good at plumbing). We added two soap dispensers with pink coral prints. We have a matching blue bubble mat for the shower. Our toothbrushes are hung on a chrome metal wave with blue suckers attaching it to the wall. We have cool, blue fronted wooden cabinets attached to the wall. There is a crystallised wave on the front you can not see through and a blue part that you can on all of the diagonal left side of the front panel. We have crab shaped orange trays attached to the wall in the shower for our shampoo and things. There is a clear blue towel holder with bubbles through it that keeps our towels warm. We have a matching plastic bubble ring to hang a towel on for guests. We have an oblong, round, blue, plastic lamp shade up in there too. The light switch is on a string and has a fish on the end biting the string that we painted together at Dalton Pottery when we visited Dalton.
In my room there is a dark pink, fluffy rug on the floor, bright pink curtains with stitched in dark pink, wavy lines. My walls are bubblegum pink with one light pink wall to even it out. My chandelier is fake crystal, pink diamonds. my bed covers are lilac with a fluffy, lilac throw on top. my bed is wiggly pink and looks plastic but it is not. My cupboard is a light wood painted light pink. It has white knobs on the two doors with purple swirls painted on (by me)! The walls have on one my set of three pictures of a powder puff and other dainty items. Another wall has a big canvas of a pink rose slightly blurred on it. The pale pink wall is plain and the other has my curtains and window on it. My radiator is behind my bed which is great for the Winter because it keeps me warm but not so hot in the Summer or should I say hot. I have a big frame with pink and yellow ice-cream round it that has a picture of Roger and I in it with our arms round each other in front of his pink convertible. He says when he is a millionaire hairdresser he wants to swap it for a pink limo! This frame is placed on my light pink desk which is made of wood. it has space for my chair to go under in the middle and sweeps round to the sides in a semi-circle. The chair is see-through, dark pink plastic. I have some funky little box trays that are white, light pink and lilac on the front with cute, little, white knobs on them. They are for putting all my junk in.
Roger's room is a cool green. It is very minimalist. His bed is a green mint, dark green and orange striped futong. He has it up in the day so him and his guests can sit on it. His blinds are mint green. He has pictures of me and him on his wall in steel, round frames at jaunty angles. They are on one wall. They look kind of like windows on a submarine or boat. He has a pastel green, furry rug on the floor. He has a bobble green carpet. He has an excellent dark green throw on the edge of his futong and six tiny green cushions on it. He hides a pillow that is light green under his futong too. He has a built-in cupboard which is inside the wall so you just open the door which is part of the wall and step inside. It is quite small. You can just fit inside. All of his clothes are in piles on green mint shelves. They are mostly checkered shirts, jumpers and jeans. He has one look and eventually changes it when it is so out of fashion his grandfather would not wear it! He has a small side drawer he puts his latest book from the library in (he does not buy any books because he only uses them once, if someone gets him one as a present he sends it to a charity shop as soon as he has read it or I get it if I want it), He also keeps a hand held mint mirror in the top, tiny drawer. On top he has a lime green lava lamp. his lamp on the ceiling is matching with mine but green.
Our dining room has one deep red wall, one milk chocolate and one white to contrast with each other. It is filled with a big, mahoganhy, varnished table in a deep, cherry red colour with matching, curly chairs. Their is a fabric, light red napkin like covering on the table that is easy to wipe clean. The lamp is a normal triangular shape and cream.
The kitchen is basic. A steel sink, washing machine, white fridge, wipe clean floor and walls (Rog is a messy cook), a grey lampshade (to hide stains), a dishwasher is what we are saving up for and surprisingly the kitchen is very cramped. None of the rooms are very big but this room is tiny! The cupboards are brown wood. All over the walss from top to bottom to fit everything in. We have a toaster on a sill area in-between tow cupboards.

Roger and girl

Dream Story - Part 18

2009-02-18T09:36:00.000-08:00

My parents sign of accepting my move is to betroth me their cutlery! How odd. Just like my family. They still have their best set for special occasions and they are going to buy a new normal set. So for now they will be eating with fancy cutlery. So we were using that cutlery when we ate the pesto pasta.
Apparently my mum will miss me for fashion advice. Glad that is all she is missing. dad says he wants to make sure I can cook before I leave so he is teaching me and he has given me a 'Students Guide to Cookery' book. Thanks Dad! The first thing he is going to teach me is spaghetti bolognese. no surprise.
I wish I had Five so I could watch Neighbours. I like seeing all the trashy programmes and soaps. I turn on the television to see Hollyoaks, Eastenders, Coronation St., Emmerdale, ooh and especially Doctors, I love that! Also, um, Shipwrecked 2009, Strictly Come Dancing, Dancing On Ice and that new one for Red Nose Day with the celebrities doing famous dances. I can not wait to see Jo Brand doing 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' in her skirt and pigtails!
I have been reading Dawn French's 'Dear Fatty' which is very good. Very funny. I had no idea that was what she called Jennifer Saunders. Freddy told me on email that he was reading '101 Great Cuts' and wants to try one out on me. I am terrified! He says he wants to give me a bob that graduates up at the back and a long fringe which finishes just above my eyelashes. It sounds quite nice actually but I am not sure he is actually any good at cutting hair yet. I mean, he was still only sweeping hair at Hair Gloop.

Dream Story - Part 17

2009-02-17T13:32:00.000-08:00

I have decided to move to New York because I have been offered a job as a photographer there by Vogue. It is so exciting! I will still try to do some free lance work. It is a great way of getting rid of all memories of Nathan. Roger says that he wants to come too. I need someone to halve the rent with but I was very surprised when he offered!
"But I thought you and Oscar were so - coupley!" i told him.
"Nah. We have just kind of got bored of each other!" he shrugged like he did not really care any more.
"Oh well, that's me got a flat mate then!" my eyes were all watery.
I could not believe what a good friend he was. Coming with me to keep me company. Giving up his strong relationship with Oscar. It was really for me, it was nothing to do with problems with Rog and Oscar.
"But what about your job?!"
"Oh, darling! There are plenty more jobs under the sun in New York! And New York, I mean..." he swayed his hand about, letting it fall limply forward, very gay!
"We have an apartment to share on the upper east-side," I told him as I was fishing out wine glasses for our meal.
My parents were out for the night at Dad's boss's big do so Rog and I had the place for ourselves. We were eating pasta and wine. I had pulled the TV and the tape player through from the living room and put them on the side cabinet so we could watch it while we were eating. It was Breakfast at Tiffany's, a great film.
"I love pesto!" he called uot very saucily.
"Oh, Roger!"
"It's orgasmic!"
"Don't be silly!" we both started cracking up laughing and fell over with giggles just as the main character in the film sadly searched for her cat gladly bumping into her man.
They found it together. I told my parents about the move. I think my other friends apart from Roger have already pretty much given up on talking to me which is great! At least I nowe know who my real friends are. I have one. Roger. My best friend.

Dream Story - Part 16

2009-02-16T08:01:00.000-08:00

We sucked the cream off each other's fingers and ate the crunchy pastry.
A month later Nathan tried to bake me a cream pie. It went terribly wrong and was all burnt black. So we headed out to a cafe and got a slice to share. It was lovely. We fed each other. The spoon was all gloopy with cream and coconut. It got all clogged up. I lapped it up joyously just as much as him.
A month later he pushed me on the swing.
"Wee!" I cried, "Higher! Higher!"
"You're like a little kid!" he laughed.
"Ha ha!" I called.
By the third month we were curled up in a rug by the fire at his house. We drank a hot cocoa with cream on top. It got stuck to my nose! He pushed it off with his finger back into the drink. We snuggled up together and cuddled.
We watched a scary movie and I hid in his chest at the extra gruesome bits even though I was not frightened. He smelt so good.
On the fourth it was cold and snowing. We were dancing at his great aunt's ball. I had a big, silky dress. He had a smart dinner jacket. It was all posh and old-fashioned. We drank glittering champagne! It was magical. We had learnt the waltz together that night. After a lot of fumbling, falling over and standing on each other's toes.
By the fifth it was November. We ate toasted marshmallows over a roasting fire while we were out camping in the woods. We huddled up together in our rug. We twiddled our toes together to keep warm. We had thick, itchy slipper socks on.
For Christmas he bought me a bunny! It was so sweet and cute. It made me smile. :) I got him a silk tie and squooshy cream. He put on the tie and looked very handsome. We ate strawberries with cream squished all over them. we laughed and sang that Christmas. It was bliss.
In the afternoon he left to be with his family. We had invited Roger over to share it with us. Since the problems with his mum and Oscar heading back to Australia to see his family Roger had no where else to go. we had crackers and party hats and lame jokes. Turkey, veg, cranberry sauce, dumplings, stuffed ducks, mashed potato and roasties. We sat round the telly and watched Doctor Who. We 'Whoed' at each other all night. Very funny.
The next day Nathan phoned me. he had dumped me. I was terrified - for myself. Roger cuddled me and tried to make me feel better but it was no use. So he took me shopping we had lots of Xmas money from family so we bought a lot of glittery and shiny shoes! I had glittery, he had shiny. We bought shirts and tights, trousers and boot leggings. it was very fun. We hadn't had a time like that in ages.
"Remember when the car broke down?" I remembered.
"Oh, yeah! That was so funny!"
"Funny! You looked like you were going to cry! Your 'precious car'!" I was holding up t-shirts from a huge bargain box.
"Ha ha!" he had jeans against him, looking in the mirror at them.
Our favourite song came on in the shop, 'The Fear' by Lily Allen. We danced away. Boogying our heart beats faster. We started a mad tango. Then a waltz. the reminded me too much of Nathan. A bitter taste came to my mouth. It was sick from my throat. I collapsed onto the floor. Sitting, I cried my lungs out. My heart creaked and squeaked with pain. He rubbed my back like I was a baby to make me feel better. I imagined it was Nathan. Then I shook my head out of it.
We headed to the milkshake parlour. I shook my strawberry one up so much the bubbles fizzed everywhere. All over the shop's floor! The owners shouted at us and made us leave. We could not stop giggling.
"Oh, if I'd have known how fun it was getting over Nathan with you I'd -"
I started crying again, "-Oh, sorry love!"
He hugged me up, sounding very girly, he hop, skipped and jumped, holding my hand all the way to a jazz club. For some reason we did the twist!

Dream Story - Part 15

2009-02-14T14:48:00.000-08:00

"Hi," I say cautiously.
"Who are you?" Nathan asked.
"I'm that girl, you wrote your number on my hand."
"Oh, yeah," I could imagine him smiling.
"Nathan?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you glad to hear from me?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "What's your name?"
"Minny," I told him.
"That's cute," Nathan said, "Like Minny the Mouse!" I could hear him sniggering.
"Shut up!" I said.
"You wonna meet up?"
"Sure. Where?"I asked.
"The park?"
"Sure."
I was at the park. I was waiting under the big Oak tree like we said. He was not there. What if he did not turn up? What if he was standing me up? I did not know what to do. Should I stay or should I go? I was so hesitant and unsure of myself. When I look back at it now I realise how under-confident I was. How did I ever manage to keep a guy for so long?
I fumbled around in my pocket for a sherbet dipper and sucked on the lemon stick. Then I dipped it in the orange and licked it, my favourite. Next I licked and then dipped it in the strawberry. I sucked it. Not bad. Eventually once I had finished both sherbets and nibbled away at the lemon dipper till it was devoured he appeared.
"Hi," I said, wiping my jeans to get the sherbet on them instead of my hands.
He grabbed my face and kissed me, "You taste good."
"Thanks," I smiled, bit my lip and laughed, "So do you."
We walked hand in hand along the path between the trees. Their auburn leaves fell slowly onto the granite past the beaming sun and bright blue. We swung our hands together between our bodies. I blushed. It was amazing. He kissed me up against a tree. We sat on a bench. Then I lay down. My head on his lap. He stroked his thumb across my lips. I laughed and reached my hand up to my face.
"Don't put it there," he pulled it up to his chest, "Then I can't see your pretty face."
He smiled, I was glowing all over.
I stroked my leg with the other one, it wrinkled my white tights up.
"That's cute," Nathan gleamed.
"What?"
"The way you wrinkled up your tights."
"Oh! Cool."
We got up. He grabbed my hands from above and swung me up and round. It was fun. Like flying.
We wondered off and he bought me a green lollipop. It was sweet but sour like us. So different.
That night we headed to the circus. It was so exciting. We decided to place candy floss on each other's noses and lick it off! The clowns were really funny and Nathan got a pie in the face. I ate it off.
For our week anniversary of going out I baked him a cream pie! It was so funny to see the look on his face. I contemplated the idea and mulled it over first with Roger when he came round to set everything up with me. My make-up was just perfect. A kind of sky blue shadow and red lips. Classic. I had a cute little dungaree skirt thing on that was white cotton instead of denim. The top underneath was a tangy scoop neck.
Guess what? He kissed me. Must be the lighting. Mwa!

Dream Story - Part 14

2009-02-12T14:07:00.000-08:00

Me when I was little.

I have decided. It is time. I am going to ring the number! It is my decision. No one else's.
I type in the digits. I press the call button. It is ringing. Someone picks up.
He answers, "Hello?..."

Dream Story - Part 13

2009-02-12T14:03:00.000-08:00

I am still not sure what to do about Nathan. When he scrawled on my hand with that pen of navy blue I was sure. Now I am not. How can I say he is right for me or not?

Dream Story - Part 12

2009-02-10T11:33:00.000-08:00

I still do not know whether to contact him or not. Is it too early? Nathan seemed like such a lovely guy...
How will I decide? Maybe I should toss for it? Pull sticks? Use one of those balls you shake with the number eight in it? Oh, I do not know.
I curled my hair today. I think it looks nice.
Roger said, "You look like a poodle darling."
"Oh, I know you still miss him," he started when I crumpled, "But you've got to move on! Maybe giving this guy a go is the next step. He looks hot in his photograph!"
"But what if that's all he is? The next step?" he put his hand on my worried shoulder.
"He's not. He's just. You're escape!"
"My escape!" I was rattled, "That sounds worse."
"Well, what is he then?! If you don't like the idea then just ditch the phone number! Eff off!"
"Roger! Look, I'm sorry. I know you are only trying to help. How have you and Oscar been going for so long?"
He sat down beside me, "We just click. You know. It's meant to be. we love each other. That's how it works babe. or it doesn't."
He rubbed my shoulder, "I've thrown it all away!" I fall, the duvet covering my face, I cry into it.
This day is not over yet but I wish it was.

Dream Story - Part 11

2009-02-08T08:01:00.000-08:00

Now Freddy has gone we talk on email. It is nice to hear from him again. Roger is doing very well at comforting me in a time of need.
Today a boy with dark hair and a cheeky smile wrote his name and number on my hand! He's called Nathan. I am unsure whether to contact him or not though. Is it too soon? Will I still be thinking about Freddy? Will he just be to make Freddy jealous? I don't know. That is why I have not contacted him yet. Oh dear. Hopefully I will soon...

...

2009-02-08T08:00:00.000-08:00

IT'S SNOWING!!!!*********

Dream Story - Part 10

2009-02-04T14:12:00.000-08:00

Today it is my birthday! YAY! Rog came over beforehand to help me set up. He gave me my present.
"Happy Birthday! A little bit of style to give you a smile! Just from me," I could hear the kisses in that sentence.
"What is it? What is it?!"
"Open it, you'll see," he rubbed his hands together.
It was a Dolce and Gabbana Bag.
"Oh, babe! It's brilliant!" I screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck and planting kisses all over him so the flowers of love spread through him.
We had lots and lots of balloons everywhere. Shiny pink and purple. We had some special glittery, rainbow coloured ones to let out of a net from the ceiling at the end. I had a big cake with vanilla, butter icing and sprinkles all over it with bright, twisty candles. I had little cupcakes for every guest. One tailored to each of their characters. They could take these home or eat them straight away! I knew what most of them would do. I presented Roger with his.
"For me!?" he touched his chest, "I want to thank my friends for this award, I could not have done it without them."
"Shove over, Rog!" I elbowed him in the side.
"Ow! You've got to stop that!"
It had a pink cake with pink icing swirled up on top of it. It had pink glitter scattered through it and a little icing fairy on top.
"Darling! It looks just like me."
Soon everyone else arrived. Oscar's cupcake was green with little frogs all over it and lily pads because he loved frogs. Shelly's had mountains of shiny, icing shoes. Patrice's had a multi-colour rainbow of icing swirls and added extras.
"Just as bright as you!" I exclaimed.
I sent Missy one threw a delivery boy who happened to be her brother from the pizza place she worked at. Her's was red and had purple snowflakes on it with two little devil horns on top to show how fiery and fierce she can be. The snowflakes were for what a cool, sweetheart she could be when she was not angry.
Freddy's one was cool blue like his eyes with flecks in the cake like a marble cake of black and blonde like his hair. There was a little pink heart on top.
"What's this?" he asked.
"It's my heart, I gave it to you!"
"Aw, thanks!" he kissed me.
It felt so sweet, it also tasted so since he had icing on his lips, I licked it off. You chose where.
My party had been a screaming success. People partied hard into the night. Dancing away to the music nonstop. I started to dance softly as the evening progressed. Eventually I snuck out and up to bed. The rest left eventually.
In the morning Freddy came over to help me tidy up. Rog was busy. He had got himself a job at a fashion magazine. he said he was cutting out pictures and stuff. Watching all the cute models. He would be loving that.
Freddy kissed me for every piece of rubbish I picked up to make it worthwhile. It took a long time!
"I'll miss you when I'm away," he smiled gloriously.
"Away! Where are you going?!"
He slapped himself in the head, "I wasn't supposed to tell you till I leave! I've got a job in Amsterdam. I will be away for a year."
"A year!" I was appalled, "What's going to happen to us?!" it took me a while to utter this.
"I don't know," he said.

Dream Story - Part 9

2009-02-03T07:59:00.000-08:00

I was in the shopping centre looking at some clothes with Shelly when I saw Missy looking at some jeans.
"Ah!" I hid behind Shelly which was quite easy since she is taller than me.
She saw me anyway."Hey, you! Yeah, you! Don't go hiding from me! I know you don't want to be friends with me any more! Why, eh?! Is it a class thing?! Is it coz I am from the ghetto?!"
"You're not from the ghetto!" Shelly insisted.
"No!" I told her, putting a hand over her mouth, she squirmed away, "I'm not allowed to see you any more because my parents think you are a bad influence," I sounded embarrassed, putting my hand on my neck.
"Oh, right," she seemed to have calmed down a bit now, "So it's really not your fault?"
"No! Thank you!" I sighed putting my hand out and rolling my eyes.
"See you around then," Missy walked off with some jeans covered in blue gems to the check out desk.
I bought some green, mini shorts and Shelly got some pink perfume.
The next day I was glad I had bought the shorts because we were at the side of a heat wave. I was heading out on a trip to London with Rog and it was boiling! Oscar was out at work. He is a tabloid journalist. He was covering the heat wave. It was the hottest it had been in eight years.
I had my green shorts and a white halter-neck on. I loved my lime flip-flops. They matched so perfectly with my new gear. I had some lovely, brown sunglasses from the year before. Roger had a light blue t-shirt, kaki shorts, dark green shades and brown sandals. We stuffed our bags in the back of the convertible and headed off. We stopped off at a cafe and had cappuccinos. We headed off again. It was lovely having the cool breeze in my face.
"These days are what convertibles are for. Totally worth the money!" Roger pulled his shades down off his head.
"Do you want me to drive for a while, you must be getting tired?"
"No thanks, it's alright," he seemed quite happy driving down the many roads to find our way to London.
"Have you ever gone to London before?" I asked.
"Yes, once when I was a little kid with my mum," his eyes welled up.
"Oh, I'm sorry Roger," I rubbed his back.
"No, it's alright."
He grew up with his mum as his role model. She looked after him all his life. He never knew his dad. He left when Roger was a baby. His mother was a teen mum. He says she was very strong and he would never forget it. She taught him that you can reach any goal if you try hard enough.
The sweltering heat was making me sweat a lot. I used a napkin from the cafe as a fan. The engine started to make strange puttering noises as we left Scotland. It was quite strange. We pulled over to check it out.
"What do you think's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know, we seem to be very low on petrol. Where do you think the next petrol station is?"
"I can't see any around."
A while later and the car puttered out.
"Oh! It's leaking!" he was looking under the car.
"Oh no! That's what went wrong!"
"We are going to have to walk into town to find a petrol station I'm afraid. Maybe they can tow us?"
"Alright. We are in Carlisle. There should be one around here somewhere."
"Fancy some shopping here instead?"
"Oh, alright."
We headed for BHS. I bought some lovely pyjamas. He said he was getting me something for my birthday. I sawhim wondering around the Dolce and Gabbana section. Next we headed to New Look. We tried on some mad clothes. Jumping out of the changing rooms and strutting down the middle like a catwalk. I think the Saturday Girls got a bit upset but no worries.
We arrived at Starbucks for a sit down. I ordered hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin off of the cheery waitress.
"How many calories are in that?!" Rog asked.
"I don't care!" I replied.
He had a mineral water and did not touch the very battered looking banana.
"You'll starve!" I poked his stomach.
"Oy! I have noticed they have two cinemas here. Let's check out where the best movie is. I am saving myself for some popcorn!"
"I have never heard someone say that so primly," I held m,y nose up.
He tickled me, "That'll stick!"
"Oh, that's what my dad used to say. Stop it!"
We saw a chick flick. It was not the best but we enjoyed laughing at the bad jokes. we found a great Mexican restaurant next to the train station to eat chicken mayonnaise tortillas with salad in. We had cokes.
We had to come back tomorrow for the car so we headed home on the train.
"Hey, that guy at the petrol station was flirting with you you know!" teased Roger.

Dream Story - Part 8

2009-02-01T14:36:00.000-08:00

Today Missy invited me out to her local cafe. We were just drinking some hot cocoa when a rival gang member came storming in and shot down her brother. He died in her arms.
"No, Angelo!" she cried.
I was petrified of what he was going to do next. He just left. We were stuck there. Missy was screaming. I hugged her. Soon the ambulance and the police arrived. They were too late.
We were sent to the hospital to be checked out for shock. This was another place I was in too often at the moment. My parents arrived. Rushing in too see me.
"Minny! Oh god, we were so worried! They wouldn't say who was shot. Just that it was in the cafe!" Mum grabbed my head and kissed my forehead way too many times!
"You shall never see that girl ever again. She is the real trouble around here. We should have known someone in a gang would be a lot more dangerous than that boy you were seeing.
"NO! You can't keep taking people out of my life like that! It's not fair Dad! Mum?!" I looked pleadingly at them, I was getting desperate.
"Alright. You can see that boy again if you stop seeing this Missy person," Dad looked really stern, I couldn't change his opinion.
"His name is Freddy Dad, Thank you!" I hugged his waist from the bed.
I was being kept in that night so they could keep up surveillance on me since they thought I was suffering from shock.
The next day they had done some tests on me because they thought something was wrong. So did I. I had diabetes. I had collapsed in the night. They had to put me on a drip feeding sugar into my body. Since that guy had ran into the cafe and shot Missy's brother I had not managed to have anything to eat for tea and forgot to tell anyone.
I had a whole new diet plan set out to me by the doctors. I had to take jabs of adrenalin at meal times. My whole world was turned upside down. I loved food. I enjoyed eating it. I had taken for granted that I could eat what I want, any time I want. Now I had to have constant snacks to keep my sugar levels up. I put on weight eating ice-cream and stuff. Thankfully Freddy still loved me for who I was.
"Babe, you were already tiny, I don't care if you put on a dress size!"
Aw, wasn't he sweet?!
"I love you for who you are!"
"Me too babe," we had a little kiss.
I updated Rog with all the latest gossip from my life. It was very dramatic at the moment.
"Me and Oscar have got a car!" he squealed, "We put our money together and got a pink convertible! How glorious, darling!"
"Wow! Can I have a ride in it sometime?" I was excited too, it was infectious.
"Anything for you babe. Then you can come back to mine for a very well sugar balanced, lovely meal. How does baked beans on toast sound?"
"Great!"
I sat with Oscar and Roger and it was like Will and Grace but they were both actually gay. They were very funny. They were trying to cheer me up about my new diet. They asked me about the adrenalin I had to take. I laughed so hard all day. It was the best day. I had so much fun. Their car was fab. Their license plate had p00f on it. That made me crack up even more.

Dream Story - Part 7

2009-01-31T08:22:00.000-08:00

Roger is doing really well working at Hair Gloop. I have decided to arrange a party. I am going to have the house to myself when my parents go away at the weekend so I can do whatever I want! Today I am trying out a really cool red lipstick I got. I kind of want to impress Freddy at school. I also get to meet up with Roger today, yay! He says he has a great idea. I can not wait to find out what it is.
Roger said that we could make it a fancy dress party! Everyone has to dress up as their favourite fairy tale character. I am trying to think of who I could be. He is going to be prince charming of course. I wonder what Freddy is going to be?

I emptied all of my earrings out on the table to get an idea for my costume. They spilled everywhere. All the different colours. I told all of my friends on Bebo that I was going to have a party on their pages. I was so excited!
I decided to buy pizza, sausage rolls, crisps, marshmallows, cupcakes, pineapple and cheese on a stick, fizzy drinks, punch and we were allowed some alcohol as long as we had a lot of carbs so I put some in the punch.
I have decided to be a wicked witch so I got a hairband with a little, mini witch's hat on it, stripy, purple and black tights, a tattered, sparkly, black, cobwebbed dress, some high heeled, pointy, black shoes with buckles and a broomstick with a cuddly toy black cat on the end.
I was on the phone to Shelly and she said she was going to dress up as Rapunzel. She said Patrice had told her that she was going to be Snow White.
"So am I the only one who's going to be a wicked witch?"
"Yep, looks like it. Why didn't you choose something more attractive?" asked Shelly.
"I don't know. I just liked the idea of being a witch. You knoow, like when you are little at Halloween."
"Ri-gh-t," she sounded like she had no idea what I was talking about.
"Everyone can bring their own favourite music playlist so we can play them all."
"That's a good idea," Patrice seemed to find it surprising that I could come up with one of these, "Shall I bring a CD then?"
"Yep. I chose Natasha Bedingfield because it has got, 'Frogs and Princes' on it."
"Can I bring Lily Allen, 'The Fear'?"
"Sure, I love that CD!" I did not know she had such good taste in music.
"Patrice will probably want to bring Gwen Stefani, 'If I Was A Rich Girl.'"
"Fine, cool," it was getting better by the minute.
Roger said he would bring Prince for obvious reasons, "Do you think I'd look good in tights," he questioned me.
"Erm..."
"I guess that's a no. I might wear them anyway. Can Oscar come?"
"Sure! What is he going as?"
"He is going as my princess, Cinders."
"What?! In full drag!"
"Yes, baby. He will be and he will be gorgeous! He has one of those huge wigs and everything!"
"Wouldn't it be better if you were both the ugly sisters!" I cackled, (practising for being a witch).
"Cheeky! Actually he looks quite pretty in a dress."
"OK, I'll take your word for it. What music are you bringing?"
"YMCA and Take That, 'Shine.'"
"Cool!"
I was on the phone to Freddy.
He told me, "I'm bringing Black Tide."
"What are you going as?" I was very curious.
"I'm not telling you, it's a surprise!"

I put on my owl necklace. I was ready for the party that night. It was going to be big. I knew that. The first to arrive was Patrice and Shelly. Shelly's mum had given Patrice a lift. I had decorated the house with pink curtains. I had scattered different things from fairy tales around the room. There were glass slippers and a pumpkin from Cinderella. There was a red hood and a basket from Red Riding Hood. There was a pea from The Princess and the Pea. There was a frog and a ball from The Princess and the Frog.
I had a big long table across one side of the room. In one corner there were some chairs and a big area for dancing next t the stereo. There were arrow signs pointing to the toilet and a golden roped barrier across the bottom of the stairs to make the message clear that you were not allowed up stairs.
It looked great.
They looked great but Shelly kept tripping over her blonde Rapunzel wig. Patrice had a cute little black bob, she had painted her face white, put on bright red lipstick and had a fab little Snow White dress.
"I like your outfits, girls," I complimented them.
"Thanks, your's is nice too," shelly told me.
"Yeah," Patrice added in.
Next to arrive was Roger and Oscar. Roger entered first and had his pantaloons on with his daring quiff and cheeky smile. Followed closely by Oscar who was a sight in powder puff pink with a huge, beaffant wig and a proper, old-fashioned dress with corset, strapless and with huge skirts. Under those huge skirts you could just see peeking out high heels in shiny silver. His face was covered in pale make-up with a fake beauty spot and coral lipstick.
"Love the decor, babe," Roger gave me a fake kiss on each cheek, very gay.
Oscar quickly followed suit as he didn't want to wreck his make-up. I think somehow Oscar has managed to make Roger act more gay - if that is humanly possible. He has got the hand and everything now.
Next up was Freddy. He was a goblin in green! He had a mask on that was green with a big, hooked nose. He pulled up his mask to give me a big hug and kiss me on the cheek. He opened up his arms and smiled before he hugged me. Then behind him came a fiery red-head.
"And this," he proclaimed to the nation with his hand outstretched towards her, "Ginger."
Of course. named after her hair.
"My new girlfriend!" the bombshell dropped.
"I'll, just - get - some more drinks," I ran off to the toilets to sit and cry.
Roger followed me, "I'll help her. Those bottles can be quite heavy," Rog motioned trying to heave up a huge bottle of water, much bigger than I have ever seen.
"Kitty," he called through the door, knocking on it.
"Leave me alone!" I whimpered defiantly.
"It's not that bad. She's nowhere near as pretty as you."
"You are just saying that!"
"No, it's true! Since most people don't seem to know this I think I should tell you that gay guys can tell which girls are hot and which are not!"
"So is she quite ugly then."
"No-o. She's quite pretty actually. Very pretty. She's got that fair goddess look about her."
"Oh! That doesn't help," I put my head in my hands.
"So, does that mean you'll come out now?"
"No! Never!"
"Alright then. You asked for it. Get away from the door."
"What?!" I stepped back, "Roger!"
He ran forward and hit the door with his shoulder. He broke the lock and it swung open.
"Alright, I'll come out now!" I tried to fix my make-up in the mirror.
My mascara had run, "You could have told me that a couple of minutes ago. It would have helped a lot you know."
"i know. Sorry about that. My mum will kill me."
"Oh. I don't think she'll even notice that with what she'll have on her hands."
"What?" I peered round the doorway of the kitchen below him.
There were tons of people in the house. People I had never seen before in my life. Then I noticed some of the faces.
"They're from my Bebo page! They must have seen the messages and all decided to come as well. Oh no!"
"That's an underestimate!"
Some of them were chucking a vase back and forth.
"Now, put that down!" I was like piggy in the middle.
The boys chucking it were all laughing. There were some other lads with a crate of beer getting drunk. Some girls were getting pissed on alco pops and there was a gang taking shots of vodka off of the coffee table. Next I thought I'd see people snorting coke! More and more people were spurting through the door.
I ran over and slammed it shut.
"Let no one else in the house Roger. OK?"
"Sure."
Someone had smashed the TV. The barrier to upstairs was broken. They had crazy string bottles and were spraying it everywhere. Someone was spraying it in Ginger's hair.
"Hey, stop that!" Oscar was standing up for her.
I felt kind of betrayed but at the same time relieved that someone was doing something. I controlled my breathing and headed upstairs. There were people kissing in every room!
"Get out!" I yelled at them all, one after another.
That seemed to do the trick. Apart from in the bathroom where there was a queue of people waiting to be sick. There was one over the toilet with someone holding her hair and another in the bath.
"Out!" I screamed, nearly in tears.
I ran back down stairs to Roger.
"What are we going to do?" I was desperate.
"Everybody out!" shouted Freddy, standing on the table.
Everyone ran for it. Freddy could be quite scary when he wanted to be. He jumped down and reassured ginger by putting his arm round her and pulling the last bit of crazy string out of her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her. It broke my heart every time she was near him. I could not take it any more.
"Right, let's get this place cleaned up," Freddy could be quite a leader when he wanted to be.
Oscar and Roger started hoovering and dusting. Putting things in the bin.
"We can't do anything about the TV but we can fix just about anything else."
Patrice and Ginger had the horrible job of cleaning up the sick in the bathroom. Shelly was checking the bedrooms upstairs were OK. Freddy and I were getting rid of the party plates and putting the rest of the food in the fridge.
"I'll just tell my parents I had a few friends over and I bought some food. Um, we were doing a bit of dancing and-"
"And someone elbowed the TV," Freddy interrupted.
"Then someone's arm would be hurt, that doesn't work."
"So, we were playing on the games console and someone's remote went flying into the TV! That happened all the time in the papers!"
We both laughed with relief.
"She'll still want to kill me but it won't be as bad."
He tripped and fell forward. We were very near each other. Our noses touched. I could feel his presence. I looked down. I blushed. I looked up. Closed my eyes. My lips parted. I pulled away. Turned my head.
"You've got a girlfriend," I whispered.
"I know," he held a bit of my hair and let his fingers drag along it until he had let go at the end.
Our noses touched again and we parted. We both pretended we were brushing ourselves off.
We walked back through to where everyone else is with our hands in our pockets, looking down casually like nothing had happened.

When my parents got back they were very mad about the TV. They grounded me for a month. Imagine what they would have done if I had had no time to clear up after the party! Freddy said he would love to meet up with me once I have finished being grounded. We are going to go to this great hill with daffodils on it.
I could not wait. It would be bliss. Being with him in the sunshine of the Summer. Laughing. Enjoying ourselves. We had decided to have a picnic. I was bringing the food he was bringing the rug. I would make egg mayonnaise sandwiches, bring strawberries and lemonade. I had some left over party cups with balloons on.
I could not wait. I planned to meet up with him. I would sneak out when my parents were busy watching Saturday night TV together.
"Do you want to watch this with us love?" Mum asked.
"No thanks Mum. I'm going to do some homework in my room."
"Alright then. See you later," she replied.
"See you," I answered.
I heard my dad say as I walked up the stairs, "She's a good kid is that one."
"I know. Do you think we are being too hard on her?" Mum answered.
Oh, if only they knew.

We met and it was better than I imagined. Like a fantasy. We lay on the tartan rug that was slightly itchy under my palms. He picked a daffodil and gave it to me.
"It's as sunny as your smile."
"Aw. Don't!" I waved my hand in the air.
We drank and we ate till we were full. We fed each other succulent, scarlet strawberries.
"I don't know if I have ever had a better girl friend. Do you think we will always be this close or will we grow apart?" he asked sincerely.
"What? You mean you never think we'll be more than this!"
"Well, no!" he laughed.
"Do you not know?!"
"WHAT?!" his eyes opened, annoyed.
"That I love you!" my voice was strangled, "I loved you ever since I split up with Sam."
"Oh right! So I was just second best, was I!"
This was all going so wrong, "No! I never loved him. Not like I love you," my voice went lame.
"What?!" he did not believe me, he walked away.
"Wait! How can I prove my love to you?!" I thought I sounded like a character in Shakespeare.
He turned to look at me with a stare I had never seen before, "Does this really mean that much to you?"
"Yes!"
I ran over and kissed him. When our lips touched a tingling sensation rippled through my whole body. He cupped my face with his hands. I had my fingers in his hair. I moved my hands down. My fingers touching his neck. I wrapped my arms around him. He moved his hands down my shoulders onto my back, he reached my waist and stopped.
"Freddy!" it was Ginger.
We separated quickly.
"You are supposed to be grounded I heard!" she looked really spiteful, "She ran up to Freddy and pulled his hair, "And you are supposed to be my boyfriend!" she spat in his face as she spoke, her face was full of hate, "How could you do this to me?!"
"I wasn't trying to do anything to you Ginger!" Freddy was angry.
"I love him!" I cried, tears coming to my eyes.
One ran down my face, "Oh yeah?!" she sneered, "She grabbed my hiar and forced me down onto my knees, "Will you still love him when he leaves with me.
I stared into his eyes, tears dribbled down my face as rain started to fall. My hair was drenched. My make-up started to run. This was happening too often.
"Let go of her!" he called.
"No! Not until you tell her you don't love her!" she kicked me in the stomach.
I bent over, coughing up blood and groaning in pain.
"Alright! I'll say it. But only if you leave her alone!"
"Fine. Go ahead then," she let go of my hair.
I fell to the ground. My hands sunk into the cool, wet grass. My jeans were soaked. I fell forwards and tried to breath. Wheezing.
He looked at me, his voice trembled, I looked up through my hair, "I don't love you," he told me.
I heard no regret in his voice, just hurt and shame.
"Are you happy now!" he screamed hoarsely.
"Yes! Yes, I am! I will tell your parents Minny and I never want to see you two together ever again!"
"Don't count on it!" I croaked, she turned to look down on me.
Malice in her eyes could have melted metal.
She grabbed my chin, "You will pay!"
She left in a run.
"Minny!" he ran over and knelt by me, cradling me in his arms.
He called an ambulance. The police arrived. We reported her. I was sent to hospital to be checked over.
"She'll be alright love," the paramedic tried to say comfortingly.
He travelled in the ambulance with me.
My parents arrived to see me.
"What did she do to you!" my Mum cried as she ran over to hold my face.
She cradled me in her arms, consolingly.
"This - this boy has been nothing but trouble! Ginger told us what you have been up to! You are grounded Minny!" my dad raged, turning on Freddy.
He was holding my hand.
"Dad! Why are you listening to her?! She bet me up! She's a psycho!"
"You are never allowed to see this boy ever again! Do you hear me?!"
"Yes Dad," I mumbled.
He kissed my hand goodbye and left, "I love you," he called.
"I love you too," I was calling out for him.
I wished my parents would understand.
I told Rog the whole story on the phone.
"No! That is so unfair!" I could not believe how gay sounding Oscar had got him.
His mum was not OK with him being gay. She had disowned him which was really sad. So he had gone to live with Oscar in their own flat. He had cried about it but Oscar and I had given him hugs and told him we still love him. So hopefully he will be alright. How could someone's mother do that to them?
"I'm going to sneak out to see him."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Definitely."
"Well, isn't it a bad idea. I mean you already got in trouble for seeing him. What will happen next?"
"I don't know, they'll send me off to boarding school or something!" we both laughed.
I met this girl called Missy when my parents sent me out for pizza. She worked there. She is from the other side of town.
"Hello Posh Girl, what are you doin' 'ere. It's not your side o' town," she had big, hooped earrings and dreadlocked hair up in a ponytail.
"It's the edge and I'm getting pizzas for my parents."
"Ooh, little miss goodie two shoes are we!"
"No, I'm grounded," I was getting uncomfortable, I held my hand.
"No worries, sis, I'm Missy, who are you? What you get in trouble for then, right?"
"I'm Minny. I snuck out to meet up with my boyfriend. Well, he wasn't then and his girlfriend turned up and bet me up. she made him say he didn't love me. She told my parents I snuck out and now I can't see him."
"Man! What a, grr, do you want me to mess her up for ya?!"
"No! No! No way! Thanks though."
I wondered why I had just told this girl I had never met all about me. She made a fist and I was scared she was going to punch me. I flinched. She chuckled, very heartily. She pushed her fist towards mine.
"That is our gang's hand shake."
"Woah! I do not want to get involved with gangs!"
"You won't. Don't worry! You'll just be mates with me, aye?"
"Yeah," I smiled.

We met at the blossom trees. They were beautiful. Petals were falling. We kissed amongst them. His touch felt like velvet. His lips were so soft. I wished it would never end.
We lay under the trees afterwards.
"I've got this new friend called Missy. She's cool."
"Hey, isn't she in one of those gangs?"
"Yeah, she calls me posh girl!" I laughed, he joined in.
We tumbled down the hill, rolling on top of each other. I landed on top of him. We kissed, his arms around me. I felt so safe in his arms. Like nothing could touch me.

Dream Story - Part 6

2009-01-30T06:22:00.000-08:00

We met up again the next week at the cafe. We ordered cupcakes, they had sparkly pink icing. We talked about how our life was going. How our subjects and exams were. What we had got for Standard Grade. What our hopes were for the future. He wanted to be a doctor. He was very good at science so I could see him getting there.
"Have you tried working in a care home or something to see if it is something you really want to do?" I asked, swirling my coffee round.
"No. That's a good idea, thanks."
I said I wanted to be a freelance photographer.
"Wow, can I see some of your shots?"
"I take pictures of everything I do, write it down and put it up on my blog. For instance these cupcakes."
"Wow! I'll have to check that out," he seemed shocked.
"Why don't you try working for a photographer to see if you really like it?"
"Alright. You do yours and I'll do mine. We'll come back later and talk it through."
"Deal," we shook hands, he smiled at me.
I decided to meet up with all my girl friends and have a girl's night in. We all had brought movies. We voted on which one we wanted to see. We ended up with Sliding Doors. We all ate popcorn and candy floss. We huddled up on the sofa with duvets wrapped round us and cuddly toys to cuddle for when it got scary or sad. We would all pull up the duvet so we couldn't see then. It was fun. There was me, Shelly and Patrice.
Next week we met up again. Freddy said that he had not enjoyed it at all.
"I hated it. I don't know what else to do with my life. It was so horrible seeing all those people who were just going to die. It was really hard to talk to them. I don't think I could tell someone they had cancer or something like that," he looked really worriedly at me with big blue eyes.
I just wanted to pull him towards me and hug him but I stopped myself, "I worked for the freelance photographer. It was brilliant, I loved it! I got to go round town taking pictures of lots of different things that made the town look good for a leaflet. It was fab!" my eyes glistened as I talked animatedly.
"I'm glad you liked it but what am I going to do?" he looked so sorrowful.
"You could do something more technical like to do with cars?"
"No, I don't like all that stuff. I find it boring."
"Um, let's see. You could... do just about anything you like to be honest. You have really good grades! What do you want to do in your heart of hearts."
"I'd like to be a hairdresser," he stared at me very seriously in a way that made me want to melt.
"WHAT!?" I was so surprised, "Are you serious?!"
"Yes, I want to be a hairdresser. I am going to sweep up hair in a hairdressers."
A lightbulb turned on in my brain, "You could work for Rog's mum! I'm sure she would gladly give you a job. That's perfect!" I pulled him up out of his seat and hugged him senseless.
"Great!" he looked squeezed.

Teen Dreams

Fashionista inItaly3

Fashionista in England 2

Spring!!

Natural Beaut (appar)

Twilight

They call me hell, they call me Stacy...

Earth

Spongebob

Fashionista in England 1

Fashionista in Italy 6

I won Absolutely Fabulous Dress

Love is All Around YOU

Girlfriend

Radio Scotland

Fashionista in Italy 5

Taylor Swift ***

Water! ****

Fashionista in Italy 4

SPider-man, Spider-man!

Fashionista in Italy 3

Edie Brit - Orange

Take It Easy

Katy Perry

Fashionista in Italy 2

IS it fake???

Blue Quirky

***!!!!HAMSTER!!!!***

Jasmine

Fashionista in Italy

Teen Story - Chapter 15 - Results

Cool!

Teen Story - Chapter 14 - Change Mind

Teen Story - Chapter 13 - Conflict

Teen Story - Chapter 12 - Contest

Knickers! Pants!

Teen Story - Chapter 11

Lisa

Mistresses

Cool

Jacob

Leafeon - Pokemon

Teen Story - Chapter 10 - Growing

Friends

My mum

Teen Story - Chapter 9

WEDDING I'm a hippy

Random Cute Fabric Pics

Teen Story - Chapter 8 - Rumba, Rumba, Round we go

Love love love, I'm talking bout the love, love, love

I am the best friend!:(

Teen Story - Chapter 7 - Step to the Beat

I have a Good Angel

Evanescence

Elephunk!

Teen Story - Chapter 6 - Dance Away The Night

My random poem

Teen Story - Chapter 5 - Where will they Land?

Teen Story - Chapter 4 - Malevolence

Labrador Puppy

PANDAS!!!

RE-E-E-ED!!!!!

Teen Story - Chapter 3

Love me now pleasexxx

Wifey!<3

Emo Hart

Teen Story - Chapter 2

Sofia Loren

Manga Green

Lip Pics

Teen Story - Chapter 1

Teen Quiz

Red Nose Day

Dream Story - Part 25

Ros

Dream Story - Part 24

Emma Pierson - Anna

Anime

Polly the Pony!

Dream Story - Part 23

!!!!HAMSTER!!!!