Confession Tuesday!

Honestly I HATE it when people go to the causeway to WORK OUT, but they end up renting those little scooters that seem like there going to fall apart any second! I mean what a work out right! I don't mean to be so mean but,(Ive noticed everyone who rents them, are actually kind of big). Then they stop by at the ice cream shop, sometimes i think they only rent the scooters to go to the ice cream shop, because they are too lazy to walk! But yet those scooters go like one mile per hour!!
Like for example... once I was running with my little sister on the causeway, and she got really tired, like she was about to faint any second! So I picked her up on a piggy-back ride. Then tons of huge people come by, and pass us in their SUPER slow scooters, i mean... they look soooo cool on those little scooters! They passed us sweating likI PIGS, and they aren't even doing ANYTHING! They just sat there on those metal, not-even-panted scooters, that have smoke coming out in the back. I JUST DON'T GET IT!!!

My Ordanary Day... I go to Anna's house

I go to Anna's house...

Because she is fun,happy, and relaxed

she has a lifting spirit, especially when i need it.

Up all night,telling secrets,and advise,
we lend everything we have to each other
but because we are best friends.

I help her out, on adding onto her perfume collection,
even thought she doesn't have anymore space in her room, and bathroom!
I miss her when she goes to Canada,
and she misses me when i go to Florida.
But because we are best friends.

Nutela chocolate everyday, and every night, i guess you can say its our tradition.
homework together almost always.
I wish she was my sister.
But because we are best friends.

Wordly Wise wednesday

"The Tell-Tale heart"
Suspects point of View...

It was late at night, around twelve when I went back for my late-night visit, but its different this time... this time it was an endeavor attempt. I Gingerly (once again) snuck to the door leading to the chamber which lead to the old man, the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. You might say I'm a mad man, well your wrong, I'm no mad man! I was clad in back clothes including my face cover, but yet honestly i don't care if I'm shown, I don't care if you can see me.
After waiting in the hall ways for an hour for the old man to sleep, he finally does well at least i surmised that he did. I push open the whining door, and peak through the door, little by little until i hear... "who's there!?" the old man yelled with a gruesome voice. I quickly jump back to the hallway, the hallway that leads to the chamber, that lead to the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. I wait to hear the old man lay back down, but he stays sitting up in his bed, looking around, but of course because of that eye he couldn't see me peaking through the door, waiting for him to finally fall asleep.
Once another hour slowly passes by the man is peaceful deep sleeping, snoring as load as could be, step by step i get close to him, with my lantern, waiting to see that eye, that eye i hate, one last time. I made a cursory search around the chamber for something i could smother the old man with, i wonder should i electrify him, or should i cut him, causing an abrasion, and let him suffer,so with a grin on my face, i chuckled and i think to myself... that i know this is the night he will succumb.
I slowly but steadily grab the mattress hoping he doesn't wake up, and i push it on his face, and hold it there for a while, waiting for it to end, he grimaces, as he screeches, i am waiting for him to die. I'm glad i didn't hire anyone else to do this, because i know it was inventory, and I'm proud.
The morning after i noticed the police going around from house to house knocking on the door, my stomach started to hurt, and all i could think of was the heart beat of the old man.I simulated that i was fine, when the polices arrived, and they told me that the old mans neighbor heard the screech late at night, around two, and surmised it was someone around here, around your house. i tremble in the inside as I hear the old mans heart beat, going loader and louder, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, i hear its tearing me up in the inside, its killing me, i think as i finally admit... "FINE FINE IT WAS ME, HERE'S THE BODY ITS UNDER THE FLOOR, RIGHT UNDER THAT CHAIR!" I yell as i point to the chair i was sitting in.

Confession Tuesday

OK so...I have a confession to make... what i was five, my mom refusedto but me a princess diary, which i desperately wanted, so when my mom turned around for a few seconds, going to look at the adult romance books, which I HATED, so i would freak out and run away yelling "EWWWW". OK so back to the point... after my mom stepped away, i snuck over, and grabbed the diary,and kept it away from sight, under my jacket, and walked away following my mom, and big sisters. Yes i know what your thinking, i stole something, witch is illegal, but i was only 5, i didn't know any better. So don't blame me! I still haven't forgotten that day, sometimes its killing me inside, and i feel really guilty, and sometimes i say "Hey, its not my fault, i didn't know any better!" and i forget about it.

Memoir Monday

My Big sister...

My big sister has always been there for me, especially for advise, she always knows what to say. She has changed me, more like helped me, because My biggest sister (Marlaina) helped teach me how to be more organized, and if it weren't for her, i would be a mess, and i wouldn't be able to find any papers in the mess i would call "Binder" like some people, who never got exposed to the organized world...

Thank you Big Sis.

This year i hope to be a better daughter

The loud house, the screaming, the yelling, the undone orders.
Little did i know it was the last month i had.
The news thrown at me too hard, too fast.
My daddy is gone.
This year i hope to be a better daughter, for the only days i have with him.

The good times, the bad times,
the laughs, the tears, we have always shared.

The hitting, and the punching, between my sister and i...
making him furious.

"It takes two to fight" i heard over, and over,
followed by the excuses...
then the tears.

The ship has sailed,
the boat has floated away,
leaving everything, and everyone.
This year i hope to be a better daughter.