September 27, 2012

Rereading Joys and Tennis

So everyone, I'm rereading the Harry Potter series for the 5th time.... I've read them four times already so it's fun to see what new things I notice on this run through. I haven't picked up a HP book since I was in 5th grade actually, so it's good to read them again. That's crazy though! That means that I read Harry Potter four times before my middle school days... how. Sorry about the rambling in this post, I am sorta living on caffeine right now, so my mind must be affected :) So today we had a tennis match. Before today's match our team was undefeated and we still are! Huzzah for us! My partner, her name is July too (same name) and I had a challenge and we came back and tied it from 0-4 to 4-4 and then we ended up losing. But that's ok because we both played well and our team one the match so that was happy! Plus July, my partner, has a Caviler King Charles Spaniel that is six months old and it was there and I petted it! Yay, that is my favorite type of dog if you haven't picked that up. Ok, now before I ramble on any further, I would like to announce that I am extending the Sentence Story Contest until September 30, so three more days so get writing people! I would like more than three entires! Anyway, talk to you all soon probably tomorrow!

September 26, 2012

"If I Were" Tag, Other Adventures, and Books

Hello everybody!

I'm sorry, I haven't been ignoring you all, I've just been busy with tennis, homework, and other school things that I'm involved with. So just a reminder, the Sentence Story contest ends tomorrow but I may consider extending it because I've only received a few entries. What kind of a challenge is that :) Click here for original details. I've enjoyed reading all the entries so far, and can't wait to read more!!! The prize is a guest post here, how exciting :O

Before we get to the "If I Were" tag and bookie things, I'll tell you about just a couple other things.
First of all, my dad hurt himself at work a couple of weeks ago and he had to get it checked out. He found out that he needed surgery. And so he had his surgery scheduled for the day before he and my mom's birthday (yes they share a birthday)... poor guy. The recovery is six months long and he won't be able to work until he is fully recovered, so please pray for him to feel better and for a speedy recovery!

Also, last Friday, it was our first hour class and my teacher Mrs. Rostercampe was telling us about how they do lasik eye surgery. It was just really disgusting to me and I started to feel sick to the stomach and I almost barfed on my desk so I asked if I could go to the bathroom... All I heard was a buzzing in my ears and my eyes had dark spots over them. I felt really light headed and didn't even know if I could make it to the bathroom without either barfing or passing out. By a miracle I made it and leaned against the bathroom stall wall (hey that rhymes!) and when I started to be able to see and hear somewhat normally again I decided actually go to the bathroom (ok, too much info, I know) and after I came out felt a lot better. I walked back to the classroom and Lindy, who sits next to me, said, "Wow, you were really pale!"
And I was like, "I was?" because I was hoping that no one would notice.
"Yeah, when you walked out, you looked super pale. Like as pale as your coat!" (I was wearing a white-ish coat)
I didn't know whether to call home or not because there was something that I wanted to go to that night and if I went, I wouldn't be able to go, but but for the rest of the day I felt a lot better.

Now, on to Tubesdays news. So lately I've been forgetting to do that, but don't worry! I haven't stopped doing it! I have a super funny video planned for next week, so make sure to look for it. And If I forget, please feel free to harass me (kindly of course) in comments!

I was reading Seana's blog the like I always do, and I stumbled across the "If I Were" tag! She said that anybody who was interested may grab it, so I grabbed it! Thanks Sea!
Here goes:

If I were a gemstone, I'd be an emerald or fools gold if that counts ;)
If I were a scent, I'd be caramel pumkin latte
If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be a slightly muddy pair horse riding boots
If I were the weather, I'd be cool and brisk with a small breeze
If I were a facial expression, I'd be a laughing dimple

If I were a car, I'd be a either a VW bus or a sleek Porsche 
If I were a time of day, I'd be 8:00 pm
If I were a month, I'd be October
If I were a place, I'd be an a library or Platform 9 and 3/4 (Harry Potter fans know what I'm saying)
If I were a liquid, I'd be a mug of hot chocolate with a hint of peppermint coffee added in
If I were a taste, I'd be salty salt

If I were a sea animal, I'd be a penguin :)
If I were a food, I'd be couscous with veggies
If I were a colour, I'd be a the trees changing colors in the fall
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a flute
If I were a flower, I'd be a lilac
If I were a song,  I'd be sung by One Direction
If I were a planet,  I'd be Jupiter
If I were an object, I'd be a mic held by any member of 1D
If I were a fruit,  I'd be a Georgia peach
If I were a sound, I'd be the sound of a hockey puck hitting a stick
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Saturday

Now that I'm all finished with that, I nominate all you who want to do this too! Yay, congrats everyone! Haha.

Now finally what you've all been waiting for, I'm sure: book news!
First of all, Hilda sent me a copy of her book, The Invisible Spy, for being "the most helpful advertiser" I guess. I was so excited to get it! It came on Tuesday and I was like freaking out. Thank you Hilda! :) She also included a whole bunch of book marks for me to pass our to my family and friends, but I don't think I know enough people. I don't even think there is that many people in my entire school for the amount of bookmarks she gave me. :) I will be reading and reviewing the book here as soon as possible. Click here for links of where you can buy if for yourself! (Also, I believe that there is a picture of the cover on the right side of my blog that you can click that will also take you there)

Now for a quick book review.

TITLE: The Hunger Pains

The Harvard Lampoon (they can't even say the real author on the cover of the book or inside anywhere! That's all it said)

GENRE: Dystopian 

SYNOPSIS: (found on back of book)
Winning means wealth, fame, and a life of therapy. Losing means death, but also fame! This is the hunger pains. When Kantkiss Neverclean replaces her sister as a contestant on the Hunger Games--the second-highest-rated reality TV show in Peaceland, behind Extreme Home Makeover-- she has no idea what to expect. 
Having lived her entire life in the telemarketing district's worse neighborhood, the Crack, Kantkiss feels unprepared to fight to the death while simultaneously winking and looking adorable for the cameras. But when her survival rests on choosing between the dreamy hunk from her home, Carol Handsomestein, or the doughy klutz, Pita Malarkey, Kantkiss discovers that the toughest conflicts may not be found on the battlefield but in her own heart . . . which is unfortunately on a battlefield.

GOOD STUFF: Well, there was a few funny things, it being a parody of The Hunger Pains, but that's about all the good stuff in there.

BAD STUFF: Not well written, a little language issue, almost a little too parody-ish, inappropriate, a total, complete waste of your time, has no lesson, makes fun of Suzanne Colin's work, just plain dumb.

RATING:  If 1 was absolutely awful and 10 was the best ever, I would give it a 2 out of 10 because of the reasons above.

No one really, don't even pick it up, it's one of those books where you want to know how it ends, so you read it all and waste your time that you could be reading something productive. But if you really want to read it (I don't know why you would), it would be best if you were of the female gender....... yeah.

COMPANION BOOKS: None that I know of, thankfully.

Don't forget to enter the Sentence Story Contest! It ends tomorrow unless I choose to extend it.

September 16, 2012

Sentence Story Contest!

Hello everyone! As some of you might recognize, this is the Sentence Story that a number of us wrote last year! Thank you all who participated in that! So we only got so far, and I thought it would be fun to have a contest of who could wrap up the story the best! It is only open to you if you participated in writing the original story, so sorry about that, but it's only fair, but don't worry!, I will start another one soon.
All you have to do is write an ending that corresponds to the story and don't change anything that we have already written. The prize is a guest post on my blog (yaya) and if you want, you can start the first sentence of the new Sentence Story that I will be starting after this is over.
I ask that if you participate, send your entry to
by September 27 and good luck! If you have any questions, please comment below and I will answer them as soon as possible. Have fun, and get writing an amazing ending!

Light Blue- July ;D
Red- Kate
Orange-Sindella (:
Pink- Hilda
Purple- Seana =^o^=
Gold- AbaGayle<3
Lime green-Hermione
Maroon- Destiny Skye

The moldy wooden floor creaked as Aria tiptoed toward the kitchen where the meager, but beneficial food was stored. Aria was really craving a piece of strawberry cheesecake. But the sad thing was, Aria was allergic to strawberry cheesecake, so how on earth would she be able to eat the delicacy that she so deeply desired? That explains why she was sneaking to the kitchen, undetected, as far as she knew, to cut herself a slice of her mother’s famous cake. Aria didn’t want to get caught though because then she would get punished so she was really careful. She smiled as she opened the knife drawer, she chose her mom’s cake knife and placed it on the counter.
What was that, Aria thought.
“CRREEAK.” Aria grabbed the knife and got on her hands and knees.
She crawled toward the table and hid under it.
She held her breath.
A stench was growing stronger.
She tilted her head around, OH GREAT, it’s probably a dead mouse. She cringed, holding her breath.
She poked her head from under the table and looked out at her kitchen, which was falling apart. No one.
She crawled across the floor, knife gripped in her hand. She got to her feet then suddenly...
Her little sister, Gracie, entered through the doorway, hand on hip, a mischievous expression on her face.

“Gee, thanks for scaring me,” she mumbled “I thought you were a dead mouse.”
Gracie didn’t say anything, but her tell-tale violet eyes were twinkling; she definitely had been up to something, the question was, what had Gracie done? A thought crossed her mind, but no, that couldn't have been! Exasperated, Aria crossed her arms and simply stared at her little sister for a while before saying, “Gracie, if you stole Mom’s emerald necklace again, you know she’s gonna be mad at you.”
Gracie stood there and rocked on her heels nervously, “Well.... It was sitting on her dresser and I just put it on to see how it looked and then the clasp got stuck,” and to finish the speech, she pulled the long necklace from under her baggy shirt to reveal a clasp that was completely broken. Aria didn’t know what to say, that necklace was in place of Mom’s engagement ring that had been stolen a few years earlier in a Chicago heist.

But something about Gracie’s face told her something was wrong, and it’s not the usual “I took mom’s necklace again” kind of thing.  After a moment, Gracie whimpered and said, “Aria, I didn’t just take Mom’s necklace, I also stole her diamond earrings and sold them to buy a signed baseball glove for my crush, Erik.”
Aria was blown away!
“Gracie! How could you do this! Mom told you never to touch her jewelry box let alone her actual jewels!” she exploded.

“But I want to! They are pretty!” protested Gracie.
Neither girl spoke for a moment, but finally Aria spoke up, “Gracie, you know that was wrong, even if you really like Erik, those jewels were not for you to take, and you need to find some way to make it up to Mom.”
Gracie knew that she had lost. “I know, but Ar, Erik really means a lot to me and I think he likes me back!”
Aria’s fiery glare caught Gracie by surprise as she exclaimed, “Gracie, that’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life!” before storming out of the room, leaving Gracie feeling like she was the most horrible person in the world.
Aria then remembered why she had been in the kitchen in the first place, for the cheesecake of course, turned on her heel, and and made a dramatic “shun her sister” entrance back into the small room.  Aria meticulously cut the tiniest sliver of cheesecake and slid it onto a plate, knowing that she was allergic made her feel the slightest bit guilty.
As she was walking out cake in hand, Gracie whimpered, “Aria, please, the clasp! What should I do?”
Aria turned and glared at her sister before saying, “It’s your problem.”
Tears formed in Gracie’s eyes.”Please help me, Aria! Please!” she followed Aria, thinking of something, anything, to get her sister to agree to help her. All of a sudden, they heard their mom’s footsteps coming down the stairs and both girls froze.
“Aria? What’s all that noise down there should I come downsta--wait, where is my diamond earring set?! I left it on my dresser just this morning next to that raffle ticket for the neon hippo figurine collection!”
Aria glanced at her sister and whispered, “Your problem” again before sliding back upstairs past her mother.
Gracie’s violet eyes brimmed with tears as she climbed up the stairs to her mother and in a soft voice murmured, “I took your earrings Mom, and, and, I sold them to buy a present for Erik...”

Her mother’s face turned bright red. “What?!”
“I’m so sorry Mom, but I had to! Otherwise he would’ve asked Emily to the dance instead.”
“Well, where is the extra money?” Aria’s mother asked. “At least I’ll get something out of this,” she muttered angrily.
“I don’t have it,” Gracie admitted embarrassedly, scuffing the toe of her fur-trimmed boot on the lowest step.
Gracie’s face was downcast and looked extremely forlorn when Aria came back down from upstairs with the empty plate in her hand.

“And what have you been eating, Aria?” asked her mother suspiciously.
“Just some cheesecake,” Aria replied, suddenly feeling her skin swell up around her face, and she panicked, remembering her allergy.

“Oh dear,” cried her mother. “Gracie, go to your room. We’ll talk later. Aria, let’s get you some of that allergy medicine on you.”
Aria then freaked out, her skin was red with itchy hives all over and she regretted every bite of that cake.

“Why, why do I have to be allergic to strawberries!” cried Aria.
Aria wanted to itch the hives so badly, and she did so until her arms were starting to bleed and her mom had to shoo away her hands.
“No, no! Don’t scratch or you’ll make it worse,” said her mom.
She applied the medicine and then added, “Next time, I’ll make a different type of cheesecake so you can enjoy it without all this mess.”
Aria nodded and her mother shook her head in the direction Gracie had slunk off to once Aria’s allergy attack had begun. “Now, I’m going to have to have a talk with that girl...”

Gracie went into her bedroom and waited with anxiety, expecting another lecture from her mother.
Aria came in instead, holding Gracie’s cat, Mittens, and gave Gracie a long look that said: “I don’t know what you thought you could do in selling Mom’s jewels, but I forgive you.”

“Aria, can you leave us alone for a moment?” said their mother.
Aria nodded knowingly before exiting the room, leaving Mittens to keep Gracie company during her “big talk”.

Their mother turned back to Gracie and asked, “Why on earth did you do such a thing? I didn’t teach my kids to be thieves.”
Gracie swallowed nervously and choked out the words, “But--but Mom, I--I didn’t mean to steal it, I just needed something, anything, to come up with so that Erik wouldn’t ask Emily to the dance, but so that he would ask me!”
“Mom,” Aria stuck her head in the door, “Don’t you remember you and Dad’s love? How that felt?”
“What?” Gracie asked, “What happened with you and Dad, and how come you never told me about this?”
“Aria, please, I’m trying to give a speech here and you’re not exactly helping my case; I’ll tell you about that little ‘love story’ some other time, now shoo, you!” Her mother commanded, giving her “the look”.

Aria walked back into her room and her mom continued her lecture at Gracie with a disappointed look on her face.
What surprised Gracie the most about her dreaded speech was that when her mother started to speak to her, her mother just cracked up laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Gracie asked, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Oh, Gracie, my mother gave me the exact same speech when I was just a little older than you!” Mother remembered.
“Why? Tell me, Mom!” Gracie nearly yelled.
Gracie was starting to think her mom was crazy.
“Well your father and I, he was the most popular boy in school and I, well I, was a nothing.”
“Mom, don’t say that! You’re the best mom I’ve ever had! I mean you can’t have been that much of a nobody! Dad still married you anyway,” Gracie exclaimed.

“Okay, honey. The point is, don’t go bribing a guy to choose you. I tried that once with my first crush and I ended up losing him anyway.”
“But Erik would’ve--”
“I know, you’re going to say that Erik wouldn’t think of it as bribing, but rather as a gift, but do you really think that if you gave him a present he’d choose you over Emily for that reason alone? If so, then he’s really just a very materialistic person and I wouldn’t waste my time on him,” Mom said wisely.

Gracie didn’t know what else to say.
“Gracie, I know Erik’s special to you, but you can’t buy love. That’s just the way it works. I’m sorry,” said Gracie’s mom after a long pause.

In that instant, they heard Aria fart in her room.  
And Aria heard Gracie shout. “EWWW!”
“Here goes another one,” said Aria proudly, as though farting was her true talent and now she was able to show it off to the world.
“Way to kill the ‘Mom-Daughter bonding moment, Ar,” Gracie hollered to her sister, giggling as Aria let another onslaught of farts echo throughout the house.
“Yes, and I’m in the middle of a speech here, Aria!” cried their mother.
“Sorry!” Aria called back, “I can’t hold it in! It’s too much!”
“Well, then, go outside and do it!”
Aria exited the area, leaving Gracie and their mother vacate the premises just as the smell wafted into the room.
Just then the phone rang and the caller ID said.... Erik?
Before her mom answered the phone in Gracie’s room, Gracie heard Aria outside say, “I can’t stop! Thanks for those mixed beans, mom!”
Gracie started giggling again, uncontrollably this time, and she was still laughing when she heard her mom say, “Hello? Who is this?”
A muffled voice on the other side told her it was Erik and he was calling for Gracie.
Gracie’s mother mouthed the word Erik and Gracie gasped and then squealed, very quietly, as the phone was handed over, “Hello, this is Gracie! As in the Gracie!”
“Uh, hi, Gracie, this is Erik. You know that baseball mitt you got me? Well, Emily got me a signed baseball, so I’m still not really sure about who I’m going to the dance with...but I think you should know, I like basketball, and if someone was to get my ball signed, I might be willing to ask that someone to the dance...”
Gracie hesitated, and, remembering what her mother had told her, said, “You know what Erik, you know I like you but I don’t want someone to like me because of materialistic things. Go ahead and take Emily. I’m sure Emily can buy you better things than I can anyway since her dad’s the richest guy on the planet. Goodbye, Erik.”
“Wait, Gracie, to tell you the truth, I didn’t know who to ask, but now I know who. This was just my test, to see who was a “materialistic” lover and who would stand up to me and you passed! Gracie, will you come to the dance with me?”
Gracie was speechless! She stood there in shocked silence for so long that Erik finally spoke up and said, “Gracie? Are you still there? Hello? Gracie?
“Um, yeah, sorry Erik. I would love to go to the dance with you!”
“Thanks, Gracie. I was really nervous to ask you, but I’m feeling fine now. Do you want to come to my house afterwards to celebrate with our families?”
“Okay! I’d really like to meet your parents.” There was a long pause.
“My parents?” asked Erik. “I mean, yeah, that sounds great. Got to go. Bye.” Something in Erik’s voice told Gracie he was hiding something. But what?
Little did Gracie know was that Erik’s dad was in a wheelchair and his mom was nearly blind in both of her eyes and he was very sensitive toward that.
“EEEEH!” Gracie squealed even though something seemed a little fishy.
“So...did he ask you to the dance?” Gracie’s mom asked--her voice did not sound happy. “Because, Gracie, if he did, I don’t think you should go with him, because it probably means he only likes you for your things...”
“No, Mom,” Gracie said, “that was a test! Oh, and also, he invited us over for a ‘celebration’ afterwards.”
Gracie’s mom looked at her with suspicion then smiled, “Ok, I guess you may go! I’ll bake a cheesecake to bring along for the ‘celebration!’”
“Mom, you don’t bake cheesecake,” Aria pointed out loudly from her room where some farts were still going on.
In that moment, Aria leaned against the wall, outside of Gracie’s room, and farted again, sending a powerful vibration and scared her mom, thinking it was an earthquake or a tornado.
“Aria!” Her mother playfully yelled, “If I hear that one more time--” and Aria came out from behind the bathroom door with a whoopie cushion, laughing her face off.
“Aw, come on mom. You know it’s funny. When it smells, then that is when it is not fun.”
“Ar,” Gracie whined, “We were just celebrating my success-”“HE ASKED YOU?” Aria nearly yelled, a huge grin on her face.
Gracie nodded smugly. “Yep,”
“So are you going to go?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Are you kidding? Go!”
“Yes, I am kidding. I said I’d love to go with him.”
Gracie continued, “And, we’re having a potluck afterwards to celebrate and Brad will be there!”
Aria blushed because Brad was Erik’s older brother and she was in love. “What?”  
“I said, Brad will be there. “
“I know, I know. But what does Brad have to do with me?”
“Oh for crying out loud Aria!” their mother said. “We all know you like him!”
“Well still, I’m not going to the dance with him. Because Troy already asked me and guess what I said?”
“Did you say yes?”
“No of course not. He had already asked Ashlyn, Brad and Erik’s sister.”
Gracie groaned. “Come on, Ar. You’re single, lonely, pathetic, solo...must I go on?” she teased.
“Nah, you don’t have to. Mom? Can we go out for dinner tonight? To celebrate my success? I’ll tell you the reason that I’m not single and lonely like Gracie thinks.”
Gracie raised her eyebrows teasingly and said, “Ooh la la! Ar’s got a whole batch of secret boyfriends for us to discuss! How lovely!”
“Yeah, except you’re not going.”
“What?” Gracie protested giving her mother an incredulous look. “Mom!”
“I said no,” repeated her mom, giving her another look.
“Okay, okay, I guess I’ll just have to stay home...all one here but me...”
“Oh stop being such a drama queen!” Aria said rolling her eyes.
“It won’t be so bad actually,” Gracie noted, wiggling her eyebrows. “I’ll be able to invade your room, Aria, and snoop through all of your stuff which probably includes notes from your secret boyfriends professing their undying love for you!”
“Yeah right. I don’t have any secret boyfriends I’m just one of the most popular girls at school. And we’ll hire a babysitter. Right Mom?”
Yes. And we’ll also...” She was interrupted by the phone ringing.
“I don’t need a babysitter since I’m not a baby,” Gracie growled while her mother said hello to whoever it was on the  other end of the telephone.

“Girls, enough!” cried their mother.
The girls stopped fighting just in time to hear the person on the other end of the phone say that their mother had won the raffle for the neon hippo figurine collection.
What they didn’t know was that collection would change their lives forever.
Aria and their mother went out to dinner that night and Aria told her mother that someone special had asked her out instead and had a wonderful time together.
But when the neon hippo’s arrived later that night, the delivery man was none other than the father that they haven’t seen in six years because their parents were divorced.
Gracie and Aria’s mother and father stood shocked in the doorway. Finally, the girl’s mother was able to utter “B-B-Brian?”
“Daddy?” Gracie squealed, “You’re home!?”
Gracie and Aria’s father looked just as shocked to see them as they were to see him, “No, Gracie. No, I’m not. Here’s your package.” He said and he rushed out of the door.
“Dad? Dad, wait! Stop!” Aria cried, dropping her patchwork purse on the muddy driveway and bolting after her father’s UPS truck, just as it was starting to pull away from their house as fast as a UPS truck can possibly go.
“Dad!” Aria cried one last time. Her father drove off and didn’t look back.
“Daddy?” Gracie’s voice was a mix of both hurt and relief; she didn’t know what to think when she saw her father get out of the UPS truck, and she still didn’t know what she thought.

Meanwhile their mother had opened the box and taken out the contents. Her face went pale as she pulled out the first small hippo. A strange feeling overcame her. “I can’t believe it,” she whispered, staring at the small blue figurine. “It’s identical to the one he gave me on...on...” Our first date, she finished in her head.

The girls heard a clunk as their mother fainted.
“Mum?” Aria and Gracie said.
“What’s going on Ar?” Gracie asked.
“I don’t know, hold on,” she said, walking to the kitchen and returning with a cup of ice cold water splashing it on their mom’s face.
“Gracie, go call 9-1-1. I’ll see if I need to do CPR.”
“Wait, Gracie?” Aria said, “Never mind, she’s waking up.”
Their mom’s eyes fluttered a few times getting used to the light, and then she sat up revealing a note that had fallen out of the box before she had fainted.
“What’s that Mom?” Gracie asked.
“I don’t know, Gracie, but I’d assume that it’s from your dad, I don’t know if I want to open this, but maybe there’s an explanation of why he left us in the first place. I guess we’ll find out!” and she tore open the envelope. Her face went white.
“Mom? Mom, what is it? MOM!” Aria’s voice cut through to their mother’s ears, snapping her out of her daydream.

“How dare he give me these!” cried their mother. “This is very dangerous!”
“What is it, Mom? Tell us!” Gracie pleaded.
“It says, ‘Enclosed in the box is--”
Their mom was interrupted as they heard pounding on the door and a whole bunch of voices yelling, “Open up, this is the FBI and we have a warrant to arrest anyone who is in this house!
“Mom? Gracie worried. “What is it?”
“Enclosed in this box are all your father’s fake ID’s. Girls, he says that he left us because he got caught up in the wrong group and made a mistake by having you two. He couldn’t stay because for one, he never loved any of us--” their mother covered her mouth with her hand, “and he was in danger being in one place for so long.” Their mother let a sob escape her lips.
“Mom?” Gracie and Aria asked together.
“He also says that he couldn’t have one more thing against him so he gave the ID’s to us... he knew the police were coming after him and we were the nearest place. He had no idea we lived here.” They were all was crying openly now.
“Why did he have to hurt us yet another time?” Aria asked as the FBI burst in.
Gracie and Aria screamed as FBI agents grabbed them and pulled them to opposite sides of the room.
The FBI agents glared at each of them in turn, two of them with their arms locked around Aria’s and Gracie’s necks, and then quoting a particular book, said in unison, “We don’t want to hurt you, but we will if we have to.” And that’s when Aria started kicking furiously at the nearest agent screaming all sorts of particularly nasty words.
“Stop Aria!” their mother yelled from across the room, “Please, officers, we didn’t do anything. Can we talk about this over a hot cup of coffee?”
“I promise, you, nothing is our fault. It’s our father’s fault. Just let us explain!” Gracie reasoned.
“Fine, but don’t I don’t want any funny business,” the officers let go of them.

“Okay, I’ll explain,” said their mother. “The girl’s father and my divorced husband cam and left us this box of fake ID’s. He didn’t know we lived here. His name is Brian Michaels. My name is Nicole Dean and these are my daughters, Aria and Grace Dean.”
“And where is the proof that you are telling the truth?”
She pulled out the box and the letter from Brian.
He read the paper and said, “Ma’am, do you have any idea where Brian Michaels is now, or where he was heading?”“All I know is that he went north, towards Canada, but I don’t know exactly where he was going.”
“We’ll have to do a background check on you and your daughters before we let you off the hook completely, but if what you say is true, we won’t bother you again.”

He turned to the other officer and added, “Let’s track him down boys.”

September 15, 2012

The Just Because Award

So I've been awarded the treachery of another award from Hermione! Thank you Hermione, can I call you Hermie? ;) 
Here goes nothing!

1. This award, if you choose to accept it, must be awarded to all followers...and then whoever else you want!
2. You must answer all the questions!
3. That's about it!
1. If you could meet someone (a real person, mind you) from the past, present, or future, who would it be?
Hmm, um I would like to meet Niall from 1D!
2. What do you want to be when you grow up?
An author or journalist
3. If you were trapped inside your favorite TV show, what would you do?
Since America's Got Talent is my favorite TV show, I would hang out with Olate Dogs allllllll dayyyyyy longgggggggggg!
4. You come across a unicorn an a koala. You can only keep one. Which would it be?
Definitely a unicorn. A sparkly one so Sea wouldn't try to steal it cause she hates sparkles.... ;)
5. What would you do if you met your favorite actor/actress on the street?
I would ask if I could hang out with them for the day or if they would like to come to my house for dinner.... and if they said no, I would just get a picture with them!
6. Which number is your favorite, and which is your least favorite?
My favorite number is 29 because it is my birthday.... and my least favorite number is 3 because it is just annoying...
7. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?
One, Two, Three, CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP!
8. If you could go back in time (past only) to any time period, which would it be, and why?
Hmm I would go back to the year 1998 and have me born in Australia or Ireland...
9. Is there a certain follower you would like to thank?
No, not really, well actually Hilda because she is super awesome and awarded me her book, and Hermione because she gave me this award!
10. I've decided to stop the questions here. Are you happy about this?
Yes because I don't particularly like like awards ;) But this one was easy so I didn't mind it! Thanks Hermione!
And now I would like to give this award to everyone who wants to do this! Congrats everyone!

Yesterday, In Which I Almost Died

Hello! I'm sure you're all wondering about the title... was I almost empaled by a raging buffalo in the dollar store? No. Was I almost roasted on a pole by some savage pirates? No. It was simply on the way home from the grocery store, I had bought myself some Gobstoppers, and I was sucking on one. All of the sudden it went down my throat and I was like, "Choke, choke, choke." I actually didn't say that, but I was like trying to breath but the marble shaped object was blocking my airway... I was making funny noises trying to either get it back up or get it down. So finally, I felt it slowly slide down my throat. That is a feeling that you do not want to experience... it hurts! I could breathe again, but I really needed a drink, and I could feel the Gobstopper in my chest... it still wasn't quite down yet... I looked in the mirror and my face was all purple from lack of breath, not for too long, but long enough to make me slightly resemble a grape...
As soon as we got home, I took a drink and once again felt it slide down into my tummy. Shudder, shudder. Don't ever try to choke on things, ok? It's not fun at all.
On a lighter note, I have been awarded Hilda's book, The Invisible Spy, so I'll hopefully be able to tell her my address and stuff soon. Click here to buy her awesome book! Or on the right side of my blog, just look for the cover of her book, click it, and it will take you right to where you can purchase it!