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| Monday, January 2nd, 2006
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5:04 pm
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Well, since I've been feeling like a horrible useless blob since November (or at least when it comes to writing) I've decided I need goals and deadlines. Especially since I was going to do NaNoWriYe. It's only the second, so that's still possible. But honestly, I think I should be able to motivate myself and I'm sorta...embarassed that I can't. So here goes.
January: At least 25k of any fiction. Fanfiction, short stories, drabbles, novels, whatever. Nothing non-fiction, no lyrics or poems or blogging counts, but everything else does.
Febuary: At least 15k of any fiction. Fanfiction, short stories, drabbles, novels, whatever. Nothing non-fiction, no lyrics or poems or blogging counts, but everything else does. Also at least another 5k on Before the Needles
March: Unschooling book. Plus FINISHING Before the Needles.
April: Unschooling book. Plus editing Before the Needles.
May: Editing Unschooling book, plus at least 15k of short stories and oneshots.
June: At least 25k of any fiction. Fanfiction, short stories, drabbles, novels, whatever. Nothing non-fiction, no lyrics or poems or blogging counts, but everything else does.
July: Fooling around, writing whatever.
August: At least 25k of any fiction. Fanfiction, short stories, drabbles, novels, whatever. Nothing non-fiction, no lyrics or poems or blogging counts, but everything else does.
September: At least 25k of any fiction. Fanfiction, short stories, drabbles, novels, whatever. Nothing non-fiction, no lyrics or poems or blogging counts, but everything else does.
October: Pre work for November.
November: NaNoWriMo. 50k in one month, one novel start to finish.
December: Resting/Editing NEW NOVEL.
That's my goal at least. Probably will go off of it at least a little, but oh well, gives me at least a general idea. And I will manage the 25k this month. It's really not that much. If I average at 500 words per one shot, and about 1k per real short story I'll be fine. I've actually had story ideas lately. Sure it's all fanfiction, but at least it's something. And I swear I will be writing at least SOMETHING original this month. And I will finish something. That's the big thing. Gotta get something done and EDITED. I hardly ever actually edit work but I'm going to soon.
Call these New Years Resolutions, or just being insane, but I'me excited. Goals are good. Deadlines are better.
/Rose
current mood:  determined
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1:24 am - Yay for photobucket
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| Saturday, December 24th, 2005
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5:07 pm
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I'm going crazy. Everytime I'm NOT near a computer I get plot bunny after plot bunny (though NOTHING original. I haven't written anything other then fanfiction for such a long time!) but the minute I'm at my blessed computer I freeze. I can't write anything! The only thing I've managed to get on paper in the past two weeks was written in my note book. Ugh.
But my fever is gone, so all is well!
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5:05 pm - New RENT fic - We're Okay
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| Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
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9:27 pm - Found this on some site or other...just had to post it
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| Friday, November 25th, 2005
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9:12 pm - Go me
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| Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
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11:26 pm - Showing off pictures
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from the left: Collins, Benny, Maureen, Mark, Roger, April.
Same as the icon, just not sure if it's really readable as a 100X100 photo
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| Friday, November 4th, 2005
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5:30 pm
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I just wrote an adorable little scene with Roger and Mark. It was just talking about their relationship, and it made me happy! Time to back up my novel. Eek.
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5:30 pm
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| Friday, May 20th, 2005
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4:56 pm - I'm Not Afraid of Anything
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| Monday, May 9th, 2005
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12:52 am - Fantasy
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| Saturday, November 6th, 2004
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8:45 pm - Three Blind Mice, Book: 2, chapter: 2
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Chapter 2 --------- No Day But Today
“The heart may freeze or it can burn
The pain will ease if I can learn
There is no future
There is no past
I live this moment as my last
There's only us
There's only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today”
Bree walked with Ronny out to their bikes, laughing at some joke he had just cracked. She had never felt so comfortable with any boy, other then her family. Not only was he really cute, and friendly, he was also super funny, and tremendously smart. He also played soccer (goalie).
“Hey, you want to come over and hang out?” Bree asked, pulling her leg on to her bike, and starting to strap on her helmet.
“Sure! Oh, would your dad be okay with that? I mean we just met…”
[God, he’s so nice to even think of that.] “Oh, hell yeah, it’s fine.”
“Rally? You sure?” Bree nodded, and Ronny grinned. “Let me call my mom then.” He pulled out his cell phone, and held down a number, for speed dial. He waited for a few minutes. “Mom? Oh, hi Gina. No, you did not sound like mom, I am so dearly sorry. Okay, would you mind getting her? She’s out? Okay, I’ll just call her cell then. Bye. Good bye! BYE!” He finally clicked a button on the phone, and lowered it. “My 17 year old sister.” He explained. Bree nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna try my moms cell phone.
He held down another numbered button, and waited for a few seconds. “Mom? GINA!? What are you- I thought you were at home! Mom doesn’t have her cell. Nice time to tell me. Great. Well, could you just- just-“ Ronny sighed. “Could you just tell her, TELL HER that I am going over to a friends house, and I’ll be home later? LATER. I’ll be home LATER. BYE! GOOD BYE!”
Ronny rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, and Bree giggled. He put the cell phone away, and climbed on to his bike. “Let us go now, to your place of residence.”
Bree giggled again, and led the way
They got back to her house around 3:30 P.M. They got off their bikes and walked them over to the gate beside the garage. In front of the house there was a small silver Honda Accord. There was also a blue pick up truck, shining in the sun. Bree opened the gate, and two big dogs ran out. One was black, and the other was a reddish golden color that gleamed in the sun. They were both huge
Bree grinned, and bent down to pet them. They ran around her, and whacked her with their tails, before moving on to Ronny. They sniffed the new comer excessively, before seeming to deem him worthy, and waited for him to pet them. Bree pointed at the golden one “This is Raisin. She’s a Saint Bernard Golden Retriever mix. And this big guy,” she pointed to the big black dog “Is a Black Lab, pure bred. His name is Savon. ”
“They’re beautiful,” Ronny said running one hand down Raisin’s back, and holding on to his bike with the other.
“Oh, you can put that back here, the dogs won’t bother them,” Bree said, shoving her bike on the side of the house, and taking Ronny’s from him to do the same.
“Thanks,” Ronny said, and made full use of his now free hands to put both of the dogs at the same time.
“No problem o,” Bree said, and with that, pushed him bike through the side gate. “All right you doggie’s, y’all get back in the side, ya hear? Guess not,” Bree giggled, as Savon put his big puppy like paws on her chest.
Bree chased the dogs through the gate, and finally got them to stay.
“Lets go in the house,” she said, slamming the gate closed with a thud.
“Right o” Ronny agreed, and headed up to the porch. Bree followed, taking the lead when they got to the door. The door was a large oak, dark wooden thing, with engravings on the out side. Bree grimaced when she saw it. [I wish dad would put in that new door that he has got sitting in the back of the garage, picking up dust. Ugh, this thing is so ugly.] Not voicing any of her thoughts aloud, Bree reached down under her shirt, to where her key was hanging, on a thin white string, just slightly above her bra. She pulled it out and un locked the door. It swung open with a creak. The whole house was dark.
”I hate coming home to a dark house. Do you have to?” Bree asked, stepping through the ugly door, and in to the entry way.
Ronny followed, at the same time answering her. “Nah, my sisters usually home when I get back. She is taking classes at the community college, and does not have any classes in the after noon. Sometimes she is out though, so I have a key in my back pack.” He grinned, and add, “Don’t steal it.” Bree grinned back (she seemed to do that a lot around him).
“So, uh what do you want to do?” Bree asked Ronny, looking around her living room. [Wow, I need to clean up in here more often,] Bree thought, trying to surreptitiously kick a pair of shoes, and underwear away from Ronny’s line of sight. [Ew.]
“Uh, I don’t know, it’s your house. You get to decide.” Ronny said, looking around.
“You want a snack? Or we could just go to my room, and study, or hang out or whatever.” Bree suddenly tried to remember what her room looked liked, and whether or not she had made her bed that morning.
“Uh, I’m not hungry, really. We could just go hang out, or study,” Ronny said, looking around some more. “Nice place,” he added.
Deciding she had made her bed that morning, and praying she was right, Kat led the way to her room, turning her head over her shoulder to say “Wanna study for that stupid math test?”
Ronny followed down the semi messy hall and up the cluttered stairs. “Sure, we should probably get that out of the way.”
“This place is such a sty, I’m really sorry,” Bree said, making her way down the up stairs hall way. She walked down it to her room, on her way closing the door of her dad’s room, her older sister’s room, her younger brother’s room, and her twin sister’s room.
“This place is nothing compared to my house,” Ronny followed Bree down the hall. “I’ll have to get you over there sometime, then you can feel better about this place.” Kat heard the grin in Ronny’s voice, and was amazed at how quickly she had learned to recognize the sounds his different mood made his voice sound like.
Bree got down to her room, and peeked in side first, to make sure it was presentable. There were no dirty bra’s hanging around, so Bree decided it was okay. She opened the door with a flourish, and said, “Here it is, my amazingly wonderful room. Is it not the most amazingly beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Bree walked in, and flopped down on her bed.
Ronny made his way in to the room, and stopped just in side the door way, looking around.
The walls of the room were painted stark white. All over it there were posters of soccer teams. Mostly Arsenal, and U.S.A.’s Woman’s National Teams. There were also posters of a certain cute soccer player, named David Beckham. AS he used to play for the team Manchester United, who are red and white, most of the posters had him in those colors. His new team, Real Madrid, was white, so that tied in with the colors of her room also. Arsenal’s uniforms were red and white, so that was the colors that Bree’s room was decorated. Their away uniforms were yellow and blue, so a few of the posters had those colors. Also on the walls there were little bits of writing, all in Bree’s untidy scribbling, done in black sharpie. She had written bits of poetry, things that she needed to remember, to do lists, her random thoughts, and things that came to mind right as she was falling asleep.
Against one wall was a dresser. It was also white, and was written on as well, again with bits of poetry. On top of it there were various trophy’s, from soccer, and a good sportsmanship award, that had been given to her by her coach two years ago. There was also a few pictures of various teams, including her favorite, the picture taken last year, when Bree, and her best friend on that team had dumped a big jug of water on their coach, after they won the area championship.
Across the room, against the opposite wall there was a white desk. It was also covered with bits of writing in black sharpie. On the desk there was a lap top computer open, showing PSP 6 (paint shop pro six) open. There was also a lap, on, sitting on the desk. Pinned above it was an EPL (English Premiere League) soccer calendar. On the desk chair (a black leather office chair) there was a small silver and orange cat curled up. Or at least that’s what it looked like to Ronny; until he bent down to pet it. When his hand touched it the “cat” came apart, in to two small kittens, both tabbies’, one silver, one orange. The orange yawned, and went back to sleep, while the silver jumped off the chair, and walked over to the food dish that was in the other corner.
The bed that Bree had fallen on to had Arsenal sheets. There were several book shelves around the room, all white, with black writing on them. In one corner there was a bean bag chair (black) and a small arm chair. In front of them sat a small T.V. with a D.V.D player, and a V.C.R. In a small shelf next to it there were various movies, including ‘Bend It Like Beckham’, ‘Cats’, ‘Jesus Christ Super Star’, ‘The Princess Bride’, ‘Mulan’, ‘Anastasia’ and ‘Little Women’.
Ronny finished looking around, and said, “Very red and white.”
Bree grinned. “It’s like that for Arsenal,” she said, unnecessarily, pointing at the posters. “They’re my favorite team.”
“I know. And you also know that I support West Ham Unt.” Ronny scooped up the orange kitten, and sat on the chair, petting it. He looked at Bree, and asked, “What are their names?”
Bree was fumbling around for something in her back pack, and said, “What? Who’s,” without looking up.
“The kits. Ya know, the ones that seem to live in your room,” he teased.
Bree finally looked up. “Oh, them. Uh, the one you’ve got there, the orange, her name is Trysial. The silver tabby in the corner is named Tranquil. He never meowed when he was littler. He does a bit now, but not much. So I looked up Silent in my Thesaurus and that was one of the options. I also got…” Bree stood up, and went over to her computer. After closing P S P, she opened Microsoft Word, and typed ‘Silent’. “Here it is. Quiet, still hushed, soundless, noiseless, noisy, that’s an antonym, unspoken, and unvoiced.” Bree turned, and smiled turned around, to see Ronny had stood up, and had been leaning over her shoulder. The cat, Trysial, was back asleep on the chair, and Tranquil had curled up with her again. Bree reminded her self to breath. Ronny was far to close.
He stepped back. “Well, that explains that, I guess.”
Bree breathed, and said, “Explains what?”
“Their names.”
“Oh,” she said, sitting back down on her bed. He came over, and sat on the ground in front of the bed. “Well, shall we study?”
“Okay,” Ronny agreed, and fetched his back pack from where he had set it when he had first walked into the red and white room. He came back over, and sat down, and then… SLAM! A door (it sounded like the front) down stairs, slammed loudly. They could hear several voices talking, and arguing. Bree looked at Ronny, who looked back at her. Without saying a word, they both stood up, and crossed the room to the door. Bree opened it, and led the way down stairs. They appeared on the ground floor, and watched the scene before them for a moment. Bree’s whole family seemed to be home. Bree had blueish green eyes, and the girl that looked to be her twin did too. Bree also had long brown hair. Her twin (he assumed) had the same color eyes, and hair, but hers was cropped shorter, about shoulder length. Bree’s younger brother was eight, and had brown hair also. He had brown eyes, and both of his shoe laces were untied. He was rather tall for his age.
Bree’s younger sister, Lizzy, had long blonde hair. She had bright blue eyes. Ronny assumed that she got it from her mother (who was dead. She had died eight years ago, giving birth to Joseph, Bree’s younger brother), because the man that was with them, their father, had black hair, and dark brown, almost black eyes. The oldest girl had dark hair and eyes also.
Bree’s dad finally looked at the stairs, and saw Bree standing there, with a boy behind her. His eyes narrowed, and his eye brows snapped together. “Breanna?”
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8:44 pm - Three Blind Mice, Book: 1, chapter: 3
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Chapter 3 --------- Manic Monday
“Six o’clock already, I was just in the middle of a dream. I was kissing Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream. But I can’t be late, cuz then I guess I just won’t get paid. These are the days when you wish your bed was already made.”
Kimberly Janet got up early the next morning, at around 5 o clock. She got out of her blue bed, and made it up, and then opened the drawer on her desk, which contained her blue journal, and her blue pencil. She had not made it to the store the after noon before, so Kimberly Janet would have to go on her way home from the kindergarten school. She unlocked her journal with the key that hung around her neck, and crawled back into her nicely made bed. She began writing:
Good morning Mr. Journal. How are you? I am very excited. I start school today. I went to the library yesterday. When I came home, and had put my book away, and all of my money back in it’s bank, I went down stairs, to eat dinner. My father was mad that I had not told him I was leaving, and hit me again. He picked me up by my shirt back, and threw me into the wall. I bruised me knees, and I have a black eye where he back handed me. But I am okay, and you know I do not like to complain. I excited about school starting today. I am going to learn so much, I just know it! I do not know exactly what we do, because Amanda was not very clear, but I think it will be fun. I am going to tell you a story now, Mr. Journal. It is a short one, so I can write it down. It is about three beautiful princesses, who live in a far away kingdom.
“The three princesses were named Star, Moon, and Comet. Their father was named Sun. All three were very happy. They would spend hours playing in the light woods that bordered the castle grounds, and they would spend hours riding their three mares. Star was the oldest and her mare was a dapple grey, who’s name was Streak. Moon was the middle girl, and she had a chestnut mare named Racer. And Comet was the youngest, and she had a lovely bay mare, who’s name was Oceans. The three princesses loved to ride their mares together. But one day, they were out riding and an evil looking man appeared. He croaked out a magic spell, and all three of them were frozen stiff. They could not scream, nor yell for help. They toppled off their horses. The three mares tried to run, however the evil mage cast another spell, and turned them into mice. The three mice ran away. It was remarkable how similar they looked, yet how different they looked at the same time. They all had the same coloring that they had had when they were horses. Yet all three of their snouts looking similar, and they all had the same length tail. The three mice ran away. The princesses were taken to the evil mages cave. Inside they could see all sorts of potions brewing. They were all three terrified. The old mage said, “I am going to turn the three of you in to animals. However, I shall be kind. I shall let thee chose which animal thou wishes to be, and I shall cast that spell on you. First you,” and he pointed to Star, the oldest daughter. Thinking quickly she said, “I should like to be an eagle.” POOF, she was one. She perched in the corner of the room, waiting for her sisters to choose their animals. Next the old mage pointed at the middle daughter, Moon. “How about thee? What animal doust thou pick?” Thinking as quickly as her older sister, Moon replied, “I choose to become a money.” POOF, she was one. She sat in the corner, with her older sister, and waited for her younger sister to make her decision. Finally, the old mage turned to Comet, the youngest sister, and asked her, “What animal doust THOU choose?” Comet thought as quickly as her sisters and said, “I should like to be a lion.” POOF, she was one. She ran to the corner, and her older sisters. “You three may sit together there, whilst I pick some berries, to poison you with.” With that, the evil old mage slunk out of the cage. The thing that the old mage did not know was that the three princesses could communicate through their minds. And that is what they did then. First Star “poke” {Sisters dear, I have a plan, but we must do it quickly. Sister Moon, thou must find a piece of paper, and a ink well, on the old evil mage’s desk. Hurry} Moon hurried to do so, using her fingers as deftly, and nimbly as when she was human. Next Star turned to her youngest sister. {Dear sister Comet. Thou must sneak out side, and roar loudly, scaring the mage away, so that we have some time to write our message. You must roar loudly, so he can not tell where the sound is coming from, and so that it echo’s. Hurry sister dear} Comet hurried to do as her sister bid. Moon came back, with the ink well, and the parchment. Star quickly plucked a feather from her wing, and gave it to her sister Moon. {Moon, you must write a message, one that says, ‘Dear father Sun. You must come and rescue us. Come to the cave marked on the other side of this parchment. You will not recognize us. We, your loving daughters, have been turned into an eagle, a monkey, and a lion. Please hurry dear father Sun. Signed, you three daughters, Star, Moon and Comet.’ And you must draw a map on the back side of it. Hurry dear sister!} Moon quickly did as she was bid. Then Star took the letter in her beak, and flew away, off to the castle. She then led her father, Sun, back, and he struck the evil old mage down with one blow of his mighty sword. Once the mage was dead the three princesses turned back to who they really were. And they lived happily ever after.”
That was a long story, was it not Mr. Journal? I have to go get ready Mr. Journal; it is almost 7 ‘o clock. I will talk to you later. Good bye.
Kimberly Janet Robinson
Kimberly Janet carefully put her journal back in its place, in ‘Little Women’ after locking it. She then walked around the bed, and put her pencil in her drawer. But then she thought better of it, and put the pencil in her bag, along with her wallet, which had enough money for lunch, and a new journal in it, and ‘Jane Eyre’ the book that Kimberly Janet had gotten from the library the day previous.
Kimberly got dressed in a nice pleated brown skirt, another blue sweater, blue knee socks, and neat black shoes. She braided her hair in two braids, and let them hang down her back.
She carefully picked up her bag, and opened the door to her room. She walked down the hall way to her older sister Amanda Abigail's room (her sister hated being called Amanda Abigail. "Middle names," she would say, "are MIDDLE names, and not meant to be used as first names. Kindly STOP CALLING ME AMANDA ABIGAIL!). Kimberly Janet knocked on her sister wooden door. From inside it she could hear music playing. It was something by the 'Beatles' a musical group from Britain. The song that was playing was
'She Loves You'. Kimberly Janet liked the 'Beatles' very much, but Amanda had never allowed Kimberly Janet to listen to them. Sometimes, when Amanda was playing that CD, Kimberly Janet would sneak in to the hall, and sit out side Amanda's door, and listen to the four Brits sing about all their loves.
Amanda opened the door. She had a tooth brush in her mouth, a hair brush in one hand, and she had a sweat shirt in the other. She tried to mumble something around the toothpaste in her mouth, and then motioned for Kimberly Janet to sit down on the bed. Kimberly Janet sat down, and looked around.
Her sister as like a whole different species to Kimberly Janet. Amanda was eight years old. She enjoyed listening to music, playing on her computer, and playing with Barbie’s. Her room was decorated pink and purple. There was a Barbie car in the corner, with dust on it (Amanda had wanted it so much, but had only played with it for a few days after getting it). Her computer sat on a desk that was hot pink. The bed that Kimberly Janet was sitting on was pink also, and it had Barbie sheets on it, along with a Barbie pillow. There was a chest, a pink one, at the foot of the bed, that had Barbie’s in it. It was also pink. There was also a pink dresser, which had on top of it a boom box (a pink one) with CDs all around it. There was another room connected to this pink one. It was Amanda's bathroom. It had a shower, with a purple shower curtain, a sink, with a bar of purple soap, and a toilet, which had a purple seat cover.
Amanda went in to the bathroom and spat out her tooth paste. She rinsed her mouth out, and came back out of the bathroom, in to her pink bedroom, still brushing her hair, and looked at Kimberly Janet. "What?"
"I start school today." Kimberly Janet stated.
"So?" Amanda finished brushing her long blonde hair, and pulled it back into a pony tail. "Why should I care?"
"I was wondering how I go about getting there," Kimberly Janet said calmly, standing up.
Amanda laughed at her. "You walk down to the school, you goose. Some kids have to take the bus, but we live so close we can just walk. I do not know if mom or dad is going to walk you. They walked me, but I was their first kid, and, well, you are already walking down to the library your self, and that is almost as far. I would as mom. And leave me alone!" With that, Amanda walked in to the purple bathroom, and snapped the door shut behind her. Kimberly Janet stood there for a moment, listening to 'Ticket to Ride' play.the song finished, and Kimberly
Janet walked out of the pink Barbie filled room.
Kimberly Janet went in to the living room, where her father was listening to 'Don't Stop' by Fleet Wood Mac, and doing push ups. She was not sure if she should interrupt him. He might be angry with her. On the other hand, he might be just as angry if she did not tell him. Kimberly Janet gently felt her black eye, and said softly, “Daddy?”
Kimberly Janet’s father, John, counted his last few sit ups out loud. “one hundred ninety seven, one hundred ninety eight, one hundred ninety nine, two hundred.” John stopped, and started stretching, sitting on the ground, with one leg bent to his crotch, and the other stretched all the way out. “What?”
Kimberly Janet sat on the couch. “I start school today.”
Her father, John, just looked at her for a few moments. Finally he said, “Yes. Kindergarten, right?”
“Yes, that is right. I was wondering how I am supposed to get there.”
Her father looked at her again, switching the legs that he was stretching. “I do not know,” he said finally. “Ask your mother, and leave me alone!” He turned his back on her.
Kimberly Janet stood up, and walked to the kitchen, where her mother was making eggs.
“Good morning Mom. I had a question.” Kimberly Janet’s mother turned around, spraying a pan, with ‘America’s Favorite No Stick Spray Pam’.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I was wondering how I am getting to school this morning.” Kimberly Janet sat down at the kitchen table, and put her blue bag on the chair beside her.
“Well, I was thinking about that. I really need to get some house work done, you know, and your dad has work in a little bit, so I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind walking down by your self. You know where it is don’t you?” Kimberly Janet’s mother, Emily, turned back to the stove.
Kimberly Janet stood up form the wooden chair, and slid it along the linoleum floor, back in to it’s original position, and picked up her blue bag. “Yes, mother, I do know where the kindergarten school is. Thank you for your time.”
Kimberly Janet walked in to the entry way, and pulled down her blue hat, her blue scarf, her blue coat, and her blue gloves. She made sure she had everything she needed, and opened the big front door. She stepped out on to the front steps, and looked around. All around her there were kids running, and laughing on their way to their various schools. There were also numerous children around Kimberly Janet’s age being walked to school by their mother and or father. She lifted up her head, and walked proudly down the steps. She stepped out on to the side walk, and made her way down the street, to the kindergarten school.
Kimberly Janet got up to the big imposing front doors of the kindergarten school. The kindergarten was in a different building as the rest of the elementary school, but on the same grounds.
Kimberly Janet walked slowly, and purposefully up the stairs. She got to the big doors, and tried to open them. They stuck fast. She tried as hard as she could. But she could not budge them.
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| Saturday, June 5th, 2004
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8:14 pm - Kia's Story
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Kia ran up to her room and sat down on the window seat. She pulled her legs under her and grabbed her phone. She dialed David’s number.
“C’mon David, pick up the bleeding phone.”
Kia glared at her alarm clock. Could David be gone to school already?
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“C’mon David, pick up the bleeding phone.”
Kia glared at her alarm clock. Could David be gone to school already?
<No way, it’s the last day. He’ll be going late, not early. Oh well>
Kia left a message (Hi, it’s Kia. David, I got a yes, how about you? Give me a call on my cell. Bye), and hung up. Time to call Talyv. Kia dialed again, and held the phone to her ear, idly playing with her hair.
“Hey, uh, this is Talyv. Well, no, this is my voice mail, but you can leave a message for me. In fact do, that would be cool. Uh, if you’re David, or Kia, I’ll be with Gary all day, you can call his cell, and you’ll get me. Uh, yeah, bye.”
BEEP.
“Hey Talyv, it’s Kiwi. I got a yes, staying with you. I’ll call Gary’s phone after school, and email you the flight info. Bye kid.”
Kia hung up again and looked at the clock.
“Damn! I’m gonna be late!”
She threw on a pair of cleanish jeans, a shirt that said ‘All this and brains too!’ and some clean socks. She snagged her backpack, and ran downstairs.
“Mom! I have to go! Bye!”
Kia grabbed her High Top Converse, and raced out the door. She stopped on the steps. The car. It was gone.
“MoOOM!” Kia shrieked. Her mother ran outside, breathless.
“Yes?”
“The car is gone.”
“Oh, yeah, Mike took it, he went to the library.”
Kia didn’t even take the time to wonder about that, she had to get to school.
“What do I do?”
“Take my car. I’ll take your fathers. Here.” She tossed Kia the keys, pecked her on the cheek and went back inside.
“Mike took it, he went to the library? Whatever.”
Kia jumped in and started the engine. Time to be gone.
***
“I have already had the crappyest day EVER and it’s only, oh lookie here, :00. Bah! How was your day?”
Cristy looked amused.
“My day was wonderful. I think I aced all my finals.”
“I hate smart people.”
“Then you can love me. I have Social Studies right after Music, and I’m gonna FAIL.” Cristy giggled.
“Yeah right.”
“Look there’s David.”
Cristy stood up off the bench and waved at David. He walked over, and sat down.
“Hello. Kia, I got a yes and a cheep ticket for you.”
“Yes!”
Kia leaned over the table and hugged David.
“How much?”
“$55.”
“Great, I told my mum $60. She’ll be thrilled to save, 5 bucks.”
Kia sat back down and continued her sandwich.
“I don’t mean to sound stupid, but what are you two talking about?”
“Oh. You didn’t tell her K?”
“No…I had to get to school this morning. Cris…we’re going away this weekend. To see Gary and Talyv. In London. We’re leaving tomorrow, and coming home Tuesday. Isn’t that great?”
“Wonderful,” said Cristy, sounding less than thrilled.
Kia and David shared a look.
“I’ve gotta run to the ladies room. Scuze me.”
Kia jumped up, grabbed her back pack and went into the bathroom. She pulled out her phone and text messaged David.
Wana bring C? B fun 4 her 2 meet T + G. ??? K
OK ur right. B fun. D
U invit her. K
Kk
Kia closed her phone. She reached into her backpack, and pulled out her makeup bag.
<I cannot believe Katrina gave me this. She lived with me for years, how could she think I’d want this more then a nice book or something. Well, I guess I’m using it now>
She put on some mascara and eye liner. She finished up with some eye shadow, and put everything away.
current mood:  flirty
current music: *laughs* Megan would know...it was in my CD player. Lol!
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2:53 pm - ABCwarts.
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And so it began, that day at Hogwarts.
Before I begin I shall tell you my name.
Carrie.
Don’t think I will let you call me that.
Everyone knows, only certain people call me anything.
Few people speak to me.
Granted, I speak to few people.
However, I do have friends.
I will now tell you what happened that day.
Just after breakfast I went down to Hagrid’s hut, for CoMC.
Kelly, my friend, was with me.
Let me just say, that while Kelly’s a dear friend, she’s not to bright.
May I also take the time to say, I am.
Now, on with the story.
Only first let me say something else.
Perhaps it would be best if you say down.
Quite right, quite right.
Right now, shall I begin again?
Say anything you need, don’t worry about inturupting.
Talk if you wish.
Unless what you’re saying is stupid.
Very much talking, that’s right.
Well, shall we begin again?
Xena, that was the name of another of my friends.
You know, I think we’ve run out of time.
Zonko’s is calling my name, so tata!
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