Thursday, December 3, 2009
Beth Morgan
BETH: (standing up, watching Chase watch her): Sorry, Chase, I didn’t mean to knock you down. It’s just that…Danny and I are fighting. Again. It seems like that’s all we ever do anymore. Anyway, he and I are over now. He was okay when we were younger, but now that we’re seniors, I need someone more mature. Smarter. Someone like you. Don’t look at me like that, please. I know what you’re thinking. Why would a girl like me need anything other than the captain of the football team? But the truth is, I’m so unhappy. My parents are never around, my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – is a jerk, and the one guy I really want to be with doesn’t even know I’m alive. You. And I don’t know how to fix that. I mean, I knew need to make an effort to get what I want, but with you it’s like no matter what I do, you don’t notice me. It’s so…frustrating. I have no idea how to get through to you! I just…I don’t understand you! You’re a complete puzzle to me. Everything you do…you have this way of doing it. Like, like you know that one day people like Danny are going to be working for you. You’re almost cocky in a charming sort of way. And for some reason, I’m strangely attracted to you. I don’t think I really want to be, but I am. Ever since I saw you in eighth grade. I like you, Chase Caulfield, I like you a lot. And if you don’t like me, I understand, really I do. If you say so, I’ll walk away and never speak to you again. I swear I will if that’s what you want. But, please, Chase, just tell me this: Do you like me too?
journal entry numero dosss
dear darling journal,
que pasa? okay, so, i'm super excited for december tenth. why you may ask? because it's my seventeenth birthday!!!!! whoo-hoo! seven days! and me, my mom, and my sister are going to new york city for the day. we're going to the museum of natural history. and i'm getting my permit. it's going to be a veeeeeeery exciting day.
anywho...next period i have to make a speech. i'm nervous. i hate talking in front of people. i get choked up in crowds of four. and i never know who to look at.
i think i need to say something. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS???? haha. good stuff. no me gusta espanol. actually sometimes i like it and today was one of those days.
que pasa? okay, so, i'm super excited for december tenth. why you may ask? because it's my seventeenth birthday!!!!! whoo-hoo! seven days! and me, my mom, and my sister are going to new york city for the day. we're going to the museum of natural history. and i'm getting my permit. it's going to be a veeeeeeery exciting day.
anywho...next period i have to make a speech. i'm nervous. i hate talking in front of people. i get choked up in crowds of four. and i never know who to look at.
i think i need to say something. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS???? haha. good stuff. no me gusta espanol. actually sometimes i like it and today was one of those days.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Circus, A Story About Sound Effects
The Circus
The loud music, sickly sweet smell, painted on smiles. The circus always made me uncomfortable. But, Troy insisted on coming here for his birthday. And Cory insisted on me attending with them. Cory is my boyfriend, Troy is his little brother.
“Are you okay?” Cory whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand. I took a deep breath and nodded. Sure, circuses gave me the heebie jeebies, but ever since Cory’s parents got divorced, he’s needed me more than ever.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I told him. Troy ran ahead of us, laughing at a clown.
“Claire! Look, an elephant!” Troy yelled to me from up ahead. He was smiling from ear to ear and pointing to a big gray beast with a pink carriage on its back.
“Whoa,” I said, pasting a fake smile on my face. Troy was so excited about the elephant. He found the circus fun, I found it depressing. People actually paid money to watch animals that should be free walking in a circle in stupid little outfits. And don’t even get me started on those clowns, ugh.
“Claire?” I realized Cory had been trying to get my attention for a few minutes, “it’s time to go into the tent. You ready?” he asked cautiously. I nodded and allowed him and Troy to drag me into the brightly colored tent.
After about five minutes, I’d had enough. I was dizzy and nauseous. I felt as if I were going to be sick any minute.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get a soda,” I told Cory. He smiled at me and nodded. I stumbled out of the tent just in time to throw up. I ran through the maze of colorful costumes and smiling faces. Everything was starting to blur together. All I could see were psychedelic colors and swirls.
“Hey, kid? You alright?” A guy in a brightly colored suit asked me roughly. His voice sounded as if he’d smoked one too many cigarettes on break. I looked up at him with dread. He had a bright red painted on smile and crazily painted eyes on his eyelids. He blinked slowly and I shuttered. I shook my head, picked myself up and ran.
I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing, all I knew was that I needed out. Now. I couldn’t see straight and kept tripping over things. I’d mumble an apology and continue on my quest for an exit.
The circus music was blaring in my ears, making everything seem surreal. It felt foolish, the child’s music making me crazy. But, it stopped me from thinking straight. I couldn’t even tell which way was up and what way was down. I felt like I was watching myself run around like a chicken with its head cut off. I felt a few people look and me and laugh, or at least I thought I did. I was insane, out of my mind, with fear. I was bawling my eyes out as I ran.
Finally, a rope jumped in front of me and I fell to the ground. I didn’t bother getting up and just laid there. The blue sky was spinning; the colorful tents around me were turning. I was dizzy and unable to breath. Sobs wrenched through my body.
“Claire! Claire!” I could hear Cory and Troy yelling for me. I attempted to get up so I could find them, but I fell back down and stayed there.
“Claire? Claire, wake up,” Troy said, shaking me. I groaned because moving me sent the world spinning again.
“Oh my God. Claire, are you okay?” Cory’s hands were behind my head, “Can you see me?” he asked. I opened my eyes a slit and saw his concerned face hovering over mine.
“Yeah,” I muttered. He picked me up gently and carried me back to his car.
Once I could breath and see straight again, I apologized for ruining Troy’s birthday.
“Are you kidding? That was great! Most fun I’ve had all week,” Cory smiled at his dramatic little brother, “in fact, I think I’ll join the circus!” I groaned.
What do you guys think? Please, share your thoughts with me :)
The loud music, sickly sweet smell, painted on smiles. The circus always made me uncomfortable. But, Troy insisted on coming here for his birthday. And Cory insisted on me attending with them. Cory is my boyfriend, Troy is his little brother.
“Are you okay?” Cory whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand. I took a deep breath and nodded. Sure, circuses gave me the heebie jeebies, but ever since Cory’s parents got divorced, he’s needed me more than ever.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I told him. Troy ran ahead of us, laughing at a clown.
“Claire! Look, an elephant!” Troy yelled to me from up ahead. He was smiling from ear to ear and pointing to a big gray beast with a pink carriage on its back.
“Whoa,” I said, pasting a fake smile on my face. Troy was so excited about the elephant. He found the circus fun, I found it depressing. People actually paid money to watch animals that should be free walking in a circle in stupid little outfits. And don’t even get me started on those clowns, ugh.
“Claire?” I realized Cory had been trying to get my attention for a few minutes, “it’s time to go into the tent. You ready?” he asked cautiously. I nodded and allowed him and Troy to drag me into the brightly colored tent.
After about five minutes, I’d had enough. I was dizzy and nauseous. I felt as if I were going to be sick any minute.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get a soda,” I told Cory. He smiled at me and nodded. I stumbled out of the tent just in time to throw up. I ran through the maze of colorful costumes and smiling faces. Everything was starting to blur together. All I could see were psychedelic colors and swirls.
“Hey, kid? You alright?” A guy in a brightly colored suit asked me roughly. His voice sounded as if he’d smoked one too many cigarettes on break. I looked up at him with dread. He had a bright red painted on smile and crazily painted eyes on his eyelids. He blinked slowly and I shuttered. I shook my head, picked myself up and ran.
I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing, all I knew was that I needed out. Now. I couldn’t see straight and kept tripping over things. I’d mumble an apology and continue on my quest for an exit.
The circus music was blaring in my ears, making everything seem surreal. It felt foolish, the child’s music making me crazy. But, it stopped me from thinking straight. I couldn’t even tell which way was up and what way was down. I felt like I was watching myself run around like a chicken with its head cut off. I felt a few people look and me and laugh, or at least I thought I did. I was insane, out of my mind, with fear. I was bawling my eyes out as I ran.
Finally, a rope jumped in front of me and I fell to the ground. I didn’t bother getting up and just laid there. The blue sky was spinning; the colorful tents around me were turning. I was dizzy and unable to breath. Sobs wrenched through my body.
“Claire! Claire!” I could hear Cory and Troy yelling for me. I attempted to get up so I could find them, but I fell back down and stayed there.
“Claire? Claire, wake up,” Troy said, shaking me. I groaned because moving me sent the world spinning again.
“Oh my God. Claire, are you okay?” Cory’s hands were behind my head, “Can you see me?” he asked. I opened my eyes a slit and saw his concerned face hovering over mine.
“Yeah,” I muttered. He picked me up gently and carried me back to his car.
Once I could breath and see straight again, I apologized for ruining Troy’s birthday.
“Are you kidding? That was great! Most fun I’ve had all week,” Cory smiled at his dramatic little brother, “in fact, I think I’ll join the circus!” I groaned.
What do you guys think? Please, share your thoughts with me :)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Spider Week: Day 4
This is my journal entry/whatot. No me gusta posting a journal entry on a blog. So, Spider Queen and King? Uh, I think I should nominate myself for Queen, pretty much cuz I can. Yup, those are my thoughts on that.
Strawberry laffy taffy is where it's at. I'm just saying. Did anyone see Saturday Night Live on Saturday? It was a repeat, Megan Fox hosted. But, anyway. There was this skit, it was the weekend update one I think, where this girl was funny. She would say something and then go 'just kidding.' It was good cuz she was talking really fast. My sister was doing a really good impression of her last night. The same lady that does that did some Target sketch that my mom thinks is hilarious.
So Spider Week. I gotta tell ya, I'm terrified of spiders. Like deathly afriad. One time, my cat was attacking our couch cushions, so I grabbed whatever she was trying to get out from in between the two cushions. It was a spider. I ran for my life. No lie. We had this really big spider outside our front door and my friend, Arielle, didn't know it was there. So she went up to my door to go inside. She ran away screaming. Best. Moment. Ever. Well, journal time is pretty much over.
TTFN :)
Strawberry laffy taffy is where it's at. I'm just saying. Did anyone see Saturday Night Live on Saturday? It was a repeat, Megan Fox hosted. But, anyway. There was this skit, it was the weekend update one I think, where this girl was funny. She would say something and then go 'just kidding.' It was good cuz she was talking really fast. My sister was doing a really good impression of her last night. The same lady that does that did some Target sketch that my mom thinks is hilarious.
So Spider Week. I gotta tell ya, I'm terrified of spiders. Like deathly afriad. One time, my cat was attacking our couch cushions, so I grabbed whatever she was trying to get out from in between the two cushions. It was a spider. I ran for my life. No lie. We had this really big spider outside our front door and my friend, Arielle, didn't know it was there. So she went up to my door to go inside. She ran away screaming. Best. Moment. Ever. Well, journal time is pretty much over.
TTFN :)
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Books...books...books
So, books. If I had to write a book (okay, actually I am writing one) it would be like a dairy kind of thing. One of my favorite series, The Jessica Darling Series, is a diary. It's about a girl who's observant but only really sees what she wants. She's kind of average. And it's set in a small New Jersey town called Pineville<3 I think that's supposed to be a combination of, like, Pinebeach and Bayville.
Anyway, I'd write something like that, I think. Or a vampire story. That's what I'm writing now.
Well, I told Emily I'd answer her question of the day in my post so, her questions is If you had a million dollars and ten minutes to spend it, how would you spend it? My answer:
I wouldn't. That's a ridiculous request, Emily. Ridiculous. I would throw all the money in your face, so ha!
Anways...books. Me gusta:
Anyway, I'd write something like that, I think. Or a vampire story. That's what I'm writing now.
Well, I told Emily I'd answer her question of the day in my post so, her questions is If you had a million dollars and ten minutes to spend it, how would you spend it? My answer:
I wouldn't. That's a ridiculous request, Emily. Ridiculous. I would throw all the money in your face, so ha!
Anways...books. Me gusta:
- Impulse by Ellen hopkins
Okay, now my brain is starting to hurt and I can't think. So...see ya!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
So, I finished the assignment. Good stuff. You know what makes me laugh? Idiots. Emily said that's mean, but it's true. Think about it. I've been known to be rude to idiots or morons. Even though I've been known to be an idiot/moron sometimes myself. Well, time is almost up and I need something really good to say.
How about the Scarlet Letter? Who hates that book with an undying passion? I do! I love English class but really can't stand that book.
So...what books do you hate as much as I hate that book? Bye!
How about the Scarlet Letter? Who hates that book with an undying passion? I do! I love English class but really can't stand that book.
So...what books do you hate as much as I hate that book? Bye!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Let's travel back in time for a bit...
Okay, so I've got some spare time and a computer so...I figured I'd blog a bit.
Okay, random thougtful question of the(my) day:
If you could meet anyone in history, or see one thing, who/what would it be and why?
My person would fer sure be Marie Antoinette...I think. I just think she's super interesting and love to learn about that time period. Plus, I love the movie. And the ignorance of the whole "Let them eat cake!" thing.
The one thing in history I'd like to see would definitely be when the dinosaurs went extinct. Just because that'd be really cool and I'd like to see what really happened as opposed to what we think happened.
So, what do you guys think? Who would you like you meet? What would you like to see? Let me know!
Okay, random thougtful question of the(my) day:
If you could meet anyone in history, or see one thing, who/what would it be and why?
My person would fer sure be Marie Antoinette...I think. I just think she's super interesting and love to learn about that time period. Plus, I love the movie. And the ignorance of the whole "Let them eat cake!" thing.
The one thing in history I'd like to see would definitely be when the dinosaurs went extinct. Just because that'd be really cool and I'd like to see what really happened as opposed to what we think happened.
So, what do you guys think? Who would you like you meet? What would you like to see? Let me know!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Extraaaaa Timeeeeee
So, Emily and I pretty much killed in the scavenger hunt. Well, class is over. That was very productive. See ya!
xoxo
xoxo
Thursday, September 17, 2009
First Blog :)
Hey,
First blog, yay! I'm Kaila. Yup. Um...yeah. I guess this is pretty much going to be about...well, me. My thoughts and ideas, I guess. So, I'm a highly indecisive peron. As you can probably figure out. I write and read lot. I like hanging out with my friends and stuff.
Bye!
First blog, yay! I'm Kaila. Yup. Um...yeah. I guess this is pretty much going to be about...well, me. My thoughts and ideas, I guess. So, I'm a highly indecisive peron. As you can probably figure out. I write and read lot. I like hanging out with my friends and stuff.
Bye!
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