"There! That's it!" Liz stuffed a pair of snow-uggs in my suitcase.
I'm not moving, or anything. I'm going to a school trip. We're going up state. Were going to stay in cabins and play games, roast marshmallows (indoors), even go sledding.
Luckily, they're is a no-talent-talent-show. And I have to perform! YAAAYY! (Sarcasm)
This means, I will not blog until Sunday afternoon. Sorry guys.
~BELLS
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Love of Learning?
Life hasn't been the easiest.
First of all, we lost the Glee winter finals. I feel like it was all my fault. It WAS all my fault. I'm sure. Last competition, Miranda had the solo, we won first place.
But when I do it... It's a whole new story.
Gabrielle, well, she has been moving around. A lot. It's complicated to attribute at this moment, since I actually just know not much more that you guys. Liz understands, I guess.
Right! About Liz... We've been getting along much better now a days. I've been engulfed with healthy dishes that look like they've been made from different countries!
She's taught me some recipes that are exorbitantly easy to make, plus, they taste delicious!
School's going fine, I guess. Considering the fact I don't have much friends except for Rodger and Sophie, I guess the glee club is there for me too,right?
Anyways, Theirs this group called " For the talented" that drop by a few schools in this city looking for some dancers.
Our gym coach, Coach Harrison, chose the girls who have been doing well in 'Physical Education', the fancy name Anastasia arts have chosen for gym.
She picked me and a few other girls, including Miranda. This is quite exhilarating, due to the facts I have do something new.
I've in the needy of finding myself a true talent. It may be singing, it may be dancing, it may be acting, it doesn't matter, really. I just haven't found it yet. My crafts are fun to do, but I honestly think they don't turn out very right. But I still enjoy making them. Crafting, is probably the only 'talent' I know I have. But that can't just be it. I mean 'talent' as in something I want to do when I grow up. Like photography. Which sometimes I just DON'T have the patience with.
I'm still on the road to finding myself. I mean, when you're at this age, sometimes you don't know who really are, or where you belong. For example, being a tomboy, a girly girl, athelete. But those are just cliques. I'm talking about style here. Like punk/rockish, rebel, talented, etc.
But I'm not looking for my style or clique. It may be confusing, it is, I should know. I just looking for the REAL ME. Do you understand?
Probably not.
And also, I've been focusing on my literacy more. Considering that Humanities Literacy was my worst subject. It's not like I completely failed, like an f, it's more like C's. I've been wanting to improve that to an A or B to the least. I've been writing down and looking-up some words I don't understand from books, reading much more than I usually do, and writing stories. That gives me extra credit in school too, I guess. I've been also practicing my violin, the instrument I play in band, which is pretty cool. Easy to me, I guess, since I play guitar... Lizcity calls it 'love of learning' I don't think it's Love of Learning. Maybe it's just the way I learn things.
Anyways, we're actually getting a new member to the SunshineWonderland family.
I'm quite excited!
Here's her info, which we got today.
Last Name: Larsen
First Name: Dawn
Middle Name: Karrisa
Doll: MAG# 48 (Light Skin, short black hair with bangs, hazel eyes)
Specialty: Writing.
She didn't write us a personal letter, but I'll write her something, hopefully, I'll get a little glimpse of her personality back.
Of course, we know that Felicity the 29th of the December or something--
It was the 27th, Bella.
I'm pretty sure it was the 29th, Liz.
How should I not know the day I came in Bella?
Anyways,
We do realize that we just got a doll, but Human has been planning this for a long time now, you can ask Erin.
And also she wants Dawn to be her AGMA model.(Which we completely doubt we'll get in). I tried for AGMA last year, and now that I watch the video, I realized how suckish Human is, well was, because she's been practcing her photography skills.
Which she kinda lost, due to the fact that we had no camera for over 6 months. Which also means, her photography isn't the best right now. But she's gonna give AGMA a shot.
She's been practicing a lot with me,specially, actually both of us. My face mold is pretty different from others. She knows that if you do a angle from the bottom of my face ( or below eyesight ) My cheeks will become the chubbiest cheeks ever.
And, well, Felicity, she's pretty easy to take pictures of, despite her eyes, they might get too green with the lighting!
Anyways, to end this extremely boring blog, good-bye, I love all my reading-birds (who are extremely amazing if they read my blogs, specially ones like this!)
Just for a challenge, before you leave a normal comment about this blog, comment ' I'm a reading-bird!' down below if you read this ENTIRE blog!
~BELLS
First of all, we lost the Glee winter finals. I feel like it was all my fault. It WAS all my fault. I'm sure. Last competition, Miranda had the solo, we won first place.
But when I do it... It's a whole new story.
Gabrielle, well, she has been moving around. A lot. It's complicated to attribute at this moment, since I actually just know not much more that you guys. Liz understands, I guess.
Right! About Liz... We've been getting along much better now a days. I've been engulfed with healthy dishes that look like they've been made from different countries!
She's taught me some recipes that are exorbitantly easy to make, plus, they taste delicious!
School's going fine, I guess. Considering the fact I don't have much friends except for Rodger and Sophie, I guess the glee club is there for me too,right?
Anyways, Theirs this group called " For the talented" that drop by a few schools in this city looking for some dancers.
Our gym coach, Coach Harrison, chose the girls who have been doing well in 'Physical Education', the fancy name Anastasia arts have chosen for gym.
She picked me and a few other girls, including Miranda. This is quite exhilarating, due to the facts I have do something new.
I've in the needy of finding myself a true talent. It may be singing, it may be dancing, it may be acting, it doesn't matter, really. I just haven't found it yet. My crafts are fun to do, but I honestly think they don't turn out very right. But I still enjoy making them. Crafting, is probably the only 'talent' I know I have. But that can't just be it. I mean 'talent' as in something I want to do when I grow up. Like photography. Which sometimes I just DON'T have the patience with.
I'm still on the road to finding myself. I mean, when you're at this age, sometimes you don't know who really are, or where you belong. For example, being a tomboy, a girly girl, athelete. But those are just cliques. I'm talking about style here. Like punk/rockish, rebel, talented, etc.
But I'm not looking for my style or clique. It may be confusing, it is, I should know. I just looking for the REAL ME. Do you understand?
Probably not.
And also, I've been focusing on my literacy more. Considering that Humanities Literacy was my worst subject. It's not like I completely failed, like an f, it's more like C's. I've been wanting to improve that to an A or B to the least. I've been writing down and looking-up some words I don't understand from books, reading much more than I usually do, and writing stories. That gives me extra credit in school too, I guess. I've been also practicing my violin, the instrument I play in band, which is pretty cool. Easy to me, I guess, since I play guitar... Lizcity calls it 'love of learning' I don't think it's Love of Learning. Maybe it's just the way I learn things.
Anyways, we're actually getting a new member to the SunshineWonderland family.
I'm quite excited!
Here's her info, which we got today.
Last Name: Larsen
First Name: Dawn
Middle Name: Karrisa
Doll: MAG# 48 (Light Skin, short black hair with bangs, hazel eyes)
Specialty: Writing.
She didn't write us a personal letter, but I'll write her something, hopefully, I'll get a little glimpse of her personality back.
Of course, we know that Felicity the 29th of the December or something--
It was the 27th, Bella.
I'm pretty sure it was the 29th, Liz.
How should I not know the day I came in Bella?
Anyways,
We do realize that we just got a doll, but Human has been planning this for a long time now, you can ask Erin.
And also she wants Dawn to be her AGMA model.(Which we completely doubt we'll get in). I tried for AGMA last year, and now that I watch the video, I realized how suckish Human is, well was, because she's been practcing her photography skills.
Which she kinda lost, due to the fact that we had no camera for over 6 months. Which also means, her photography isn't the best right now. But she's gonna give AGMA a shot.
She's been practicing a lot with me,specially, actually both of us. My face mold is pretty different from others. She knows that if you do a angle from the bottom of my face ( or below eyesight ) My cheeks will become the chubbiest cheeks ever.
And, well, Felicity, she's pretty easy to take pictures of, despite her eyes, they might get too green with the lighting!
Anyways, to end this extremely boring blog, good-bye, I love all my reading-birds (who are extremely amazing if they read my blogs, specially ones like this!)
Just for a challenge, before you leave a normal comment about this blog, comment ' I'm a reading-bird!' down below if you read this ENTIRE blog!
~BELLS
Friday, January 21, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Pancakes and Froot Lopps
"COLLIN! YOU MESSED UP! START AGAIN!" Ms.Terry yelled.
All the boys groaned.
Ever since the Glee Winter's date came closer, Ms.Terry got overly-stressed.
She made us practice over and over for hours. Even on the weekends.
I was tired of practicing the same thing over and over for weeks. Sometimes I even stormed out, felt like leaving glee.
Yeah.
But glee is a hobby of mine. As of cooking is Felicity's hobby.
Oh, yeah, I still hate her. (:
I watched over at the stage were the boys were so nervous every muscle of they're body shook. I had memorized all they're step.
Turn, step, step, slide, turn, step, step, solo... step,turn...
I counted the steps in my head.
Step, step...
Rodger fell.
My eyes widened.
He stood up quickly and brushed his knee with his hands.
I looked over at Marie and Miranda, they both gave me nods.
I stood up and started walking towards Ms.Terry, who was furiously yelling at Rodger.
I stopped for a minuted,closed my eyes tightly, thinking about how I lost the bet about 'who's gonna tell Ms.Terry she's stressing too much' and continued walking, taking a few deep breaths a long the way, hoping she wouldn't flood me with anger.
"I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU WEAR--"
"Ms.Terry..." I interrupted her.
She took a loud, deep, breath, and turned around.
"WHAT?" She hollered.
"Ms.Terry, -ummm- we have -ummm- practiced a lot since December and we've worked very hard, and we want to let you know that we think you stressing a little too much..And that we'll be--"
"OH REALLY?" She interrupted.
"SO..." She clapped once and looked at the girls, who were sitting in the crowd.
"So y'all think you don't need anymore practice?"
She laughed and turned to the boys, in the stage.
"Okay! You guys are going to LOSE if you don't practice more! YOU'LL GET USED TO THE STEPS AND WON'T MESS UP NOT A BIT IN THE REAL THING!"
I looked at the boys, then at the girls.
"It's okay Ms.Terry, we'll keep prac--"
"NO! YOU WILL NOT!" She interrupted.
" 'YOU GUYS DON'T NEED MORE PRACTICE!' " She said, in a rude, mimicky-voice.
"Get out! Get out!" She put one hand on her hips and pointed at the door with the other.
We grabbed our stuff and headed into the empty hallways.
" I'LL WATCH YA LOSE AT THE REAL THING!" Ms.Terry yelled, heading the opposite way.
Just weeks before we referred the Winter Finals as 'The real thing' since -ahem- we've been practicing on stages for almost a month, which may or may not feel like 'The real thing'
I struggled to put my coat on while walking, -jeez- it was hard.
Some one grabbed my bag behind me and helped me into my coat.
"Thanks, Rodster." I gave Rodger a side hug.
A phone rang behind us.
The familiar ring tone of "Yellow Submarine" played,Marie's phone, I thought.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Yes! Wait what, No!" She yelled,
"You say yes, I say no!" I heard Laura sing in the distance.
"You say stop, and I say go go go ,Oh no!" Rodger twirled me.
"You say goodbye, and I said Hello..." I sang.
"Hello,Hello!" The glee club sang.
"SHUT UP!" Ms.Terry walked past us quickly/
I rolled my eyes.
We went our separate ways, Collin went with Marie and Laura, the rest of the boys went uphill, i went downhill with Miranda, although Rodger doesn't go our way, he'll tag along.
"Ello Gov'no!" He said.
"Ello, would ye like some fish-n-chips mate?" I joked.
I looked over Miranda,who was obviously feeling awkward.
I walked on her right.
"So Dawhling! I've heard Rodger has a FAWBOULUS gawlfrend!" I glanced at Rodger.
Miranda giggled.
"Oh yes, she's the FAWBOULUS, allrighty! But sweetie, I've heard you've got some bawfriend,quite yourself! Why don't we go to a double date, my dawhling?" Rodger twirled me around.
"I wouldn't go arranging any thing with out permission my Dawhling. You'd have to tell Sir Daniel farst!" She twirled around.
"Excusemoi, but I would have to go tis way today, I'm going to see my friend, See ya Dawhlings!" She waved goodbye.
Rodger and I twirled all the way to my apartment.
Christmas music played in the elevator.
"Really? Christmas music? That was like two weeks ago!"
I giggled.
I looked through my bag for my keys.
"Gosh, I left my keys inside."
"Well, isn't Liz in there?" Rodger said.
"Right..." I said, knocking loudly on the door.
Loud music was playing.
"Coming!" I couldn't recognize the voice over the music.
The door opened.
My jaw dropped.
One of...-gulp- Margaret's clique girls stood in the door way of my doorway
I glanced at Rodger from the corner of my eye, his mouth made a big O.
I burst past her to the radio, turning it off.
"GET OUT!!!" I yelled at the girls -including Margaret- surrounding a -The game of life- game board.
"No! They won't get out!"Felicity stood up, her long red/brownish hair in a long braid.
"It's also MY house!" She yelled.
"EXACTLY! It's MY house too! So they're getting out!" I yelled back.
"NO! They're staying. You could leave." Felicity pushed me.
Luckily, I fell into Rodger's arms.
"Can you stay, Rodgie?" Margaret played around with Rodger.
Rodger walked away from her.
Tears started to build up in my eyes.
I ran.
Rodger caught my in the hallways of my building in his arms.
"Listen Brownie." I looked up at him.
" You'll be fine." He said, kissing my forehead.
Let's pray I won't end up with bright red lipstick and whip cream all over my face tomorrow morning.
~BELLS
All the boys groaned.
Ever since the Glee Winter's date came closer, Ms.Terry got overly-stressed.
She made us practice over and over for hours. Even on the weekends.
I was tired of practicing the same thing over and over for weeks. Sometimes I even stormed out, felt like leaving glee.
Yeah.
But glee is a hobby of mine. As of cooking is Felicity's hobby.
Oh, yeah, I still hate her. (:
I watched over at the stage were the boys were so nervous every muscle of they're body shook. I had memorized all they're step.
Turn, step, step, slide, turn, step, step, solo... step,turn...
I counted the steps in my head.
Step, step...
Rodger fell.
My eyes widened.
He stood up quickly and brushed his knee with his hands.
I looked over at Marie and Miranda, they both gave me nods.
I stood up and started walking towards Ms.Terry, who was furiously yelling at Rodger.
I stopped for a minuted,closed my eyes tightly, thinking about how I lost the bet about 'who's gonna tell Ms.Terry she's stressing too much' and continued walking, taking a few deep breaths a long the way, hoping she wouldn't flood me with anger.
"I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU WEAR--"
"Ms.Terry..." I interrupted her.
She took a loud, deep, breath, and turned around.
"WHAT?" She hollered.
"Ms.Terry, -ummm- we have -ummm- practiced a lot since December and we've worked very hard, and we want to let you know that we think you stressing a little too much..And that we'll be--"
"OH REALLY?" She interrupted.
"SO..." She clapped once and looked at the girls, who were sitting in the crowd.
"So y'all think you don't need anymore practice?"
She laughed and turned to the boys, in the stage.
"Okay! You guys are going to LOSE if you don't practice more! YOU'LL GET USED TO THE STEPS AND WON'T MESS UP NOT A BIT IN THE REAL THING!"
I looked at the boys, then at the girls.
"It's okay Ms.Terry, we'll keep prac--"
"NO! YOU WILL NOT!" She interrupted.
" 'YOU GUYS DON'T NEED MORE PRACTICE!' " She said, in a rude, mimicky-voice.
"Get out! Get out!" She put one hand on her hips and pointed at the door with the other.
We grabbed our stuff and headed into the empty hallways.
" I'LL WATCH YA LOSE AT THE REAL THING!" Ms.Terry yelled, heading the opposite way.
Just weeks before we referred the Winter Finals as 'The real thing' since -ahem- we've been practicing on stages for almost a month, which may or may not feel like 'The real thing'
I struggled to put my coat on while walking, -jeez- it was hard.
Some one grabbed my bag behind me and helped me into my coat.
"Thanks, Rodster." I gave Rodger a side hug.
A phone rang behind us.
The familiar ring tone of "Yellow Submarine" played,Marie's phone, I thought.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Yes! Wait what, No!" She yelled,
"You say yes, I say no!" I heard Laura sing in the distance.
"You say stop, and I say go go go ,Oh no!" Rodger twirled me.
"You say goodbye, and I said Hello..." I sang.
"Hello,Hello!" The glee club sang.
"SHUT UP!" Ms.Terry walked past us quickly/
I rolled my eyes.
We went our separate ways, Collin went with Marie and Laura, the rest of the boys went uphill, i went downhill with Miranda, although Rodger doesn't go our way, he'll tag along.
"Ello Gov'no!" He said.
"Ello, would ye like some fish-n-chips mate?" I joked.
I looked over Miranda,who was obviously feeling awkward.
I walked on her right.
"So Dawhling! I've heard Rodger has a FAWBOULUS gawlfrend!" I glanced at Rodger.
Miranda giggled.
"Oh yes, she's the FAWBOULUS, allrighty! But sweetie, I've heard you've got some bawfriend,quite yourself! Why don't we go to a double date, my dawhling?" Rodger twirled me around.
"I wouldn't go arranging any thing with out permission my Dawhling. You'd have to tell Sir Daniel farst!" She twirled around.
"Excusemoi, but I would have to go tis way today, I'm going to see my friend, See ya Dawhlings!" She waved goodbye.
Rodger and I twirled all the way to my apartment.
Christmas music played in the elevator.
"Really? Christmas music? That was like two weeks ago!"
I giggled.
I looked through my bag for my keys.
"Gosh, I left my keys inside."
"Well, isn't Liz in there?" Rodger said.
"Right..." I said, knocking loudly on the door.
Loud music was playing.
"Coming!" I couldn't recognize the voice over the music.
The door opened.
My jaw dropped.
One of...-gulp- Margaret's clique girls stood in the door way of my doorway
I glanced at Rodger from the corner of my eye, his mouth made a big O.
I burst past her to the radio, turning it off.
"GET OUT!!!" I yelled at the girls -including Margaret- surrounding a -The game of life- game board.
"No! They won't get out!"Felicity stood up, her long red/brownish hair in a long braid.
"It's also MY house!" She yelled.
"EXACTLY! It's MY house too! So they're getting out!" I yelled back.
"NO! They're staying. You could leave." Felicity pushed me.
Luckily, I fell into Rodger's arms.
"Can you stay, Rodgie?" Margaret played around with Rodger.
Rodger walked away from her.
Tears started to build up in my eyes.
I ran.
Rodger caught my in the hallways of my building in his arms.
"Listen Brownie." I looked up at him.
" You'll be fine." He said, kissing my forehead.
Let's pray I won't end up with bright red lipstick and whip cream all over my face tomorrow morning.
~BELLS
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Ugly,no talent, skinny, unhealthy, wannabe, unpredictable, worthless me.
I hummed "8 days a week" to myself, starring at the ceiling.
I finally got down from my bed and walked over to the kitchen, where Lizcity surprisingly wasn't in.
I took some cheese and started to nibble on it.
That second Felicity came.
"Disgusting." She said.
"Like your face." I muttered.
She rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, does remind of the factory." She pointed at my shirt,my meet shirt.
A.K.A now my 'lazy' shirt.
I shrugged.
"Everyone was really mean to me and called me names like 'leprechaun'. Or 'cooking mama' " Felicity told me.
" Some were pretty mean to me too. But I had a best friend. Gabrielle. "
" I don't care. It's about me not you." She walked to the living room with her plate.
I rolled my eyes.
"They're all the same. All of them. I hated my 'best friend' Elizabeth." Felicity said.
"She was stupid. I hated her. All of them. They're all the same. Skinny, blond, stupid, pink obsessed freaks."
"Not all of them!" I started to get angry.
"How do you know you idiot? Last time you were at AGP was two years ago!" She stood up.
"One year ago! I know. Stop stereotyping them!"
"What are you my mom? Shut up! They're are all freaks that should be ALL poisoned and die!" She yelled.
"YOUR THE ONE THAT SHOULD NOT BE HERE!" I got angry. Really angry.
"SHUT UP. YOUR JUST AN UGLY, NO TALENT, SKINNY, UNHEALTHY, WANNABE, UNPREDICTABLE, WORTHLESS B1TCH!" She pushed me.
I'm just an ugly, no talent, skinny, unhealthy, wannabe, unpredictable, worthless biotch.
Thankyouverymuch.
~BELLS
I finally got down from my bed and walked over to the kitchen, where Lizcity surprisingly wasn't in.
I took some cheese and started to nibble on it.
That second Felicity came.
"Disgusting." She said.
"Like your face." I muttered.
She rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, does remind of the factory." She pointed at my shirt,my meet shirt.
A.K.A now my 'lazy' shirt.
I shrugged.
"Everyone was really mean to me and called me names like 'leprechaun'. Or 'cooking mama' " Felicity told me.
" Some were pretty mean to me too. But I had a best friend. Gabrielle. "
" I don't care. It's about me not you." She walked to the living room with her plate.
I rolled my eyes.
"They're all the same. All of them. I hated my 'best friend' Elizabeth." Felicity said.
"She was stupid. I hated her. All of them. They're all the same. Skinny, blond, stupid, pink obsessed freaks."
"Not all of them!" I started to get angry.
"How do you know you idiot? Last time you were at AGP was two years ago!" She stood up.
"One year ago! I know. Stop stereotyping them!"
"What are you my mom? Shut up! They're are all freaks that should be ALL poisoned and die!" She yelled.
"YOUR THE ONE THAT SHOULD NOT BE HERE!" I got angry. Really angry.
"SHUT UP. YOUR JUST AN UGLY, NO TALENT, SKINNY, UNHEALTHY, WANNABE, UNPREDICTABLE, WORTHLESS B1TCH!" She pushed me.
I'm just an ugly, no talent, skinny, unhealthy, wannabe, unpredictable, worthless biotch.
Thankyouverymuch.
~BELLS
Friday, January 7, 2011
Giveaway Felicity. She's free. >:-(
"CRAP!" Felicity yelled from the kitchen.
"What happened!?" I said, running to the kitchen with my hands securing a high ponytail.
"I burned my self!" She put her hand under water.
"Wait a second, you never get burned! Are you nervous?"I teased, letting my ponytail loose.
"No, idiot! I just moved my hands too quickly!" She argued.
"Yeah, right!" I walked to my-ahem- our room.
I re-did my ponytail and slid a navy headband into my head.
I secured the navy tie into my neck and headed to the kitchen.
"Yuck.." I said, picking out the red and green peppers out of my eggs omelet.
"It gives a great taste to the eggs." She took a bite of hers.
"Not that I'm picky, but peppers taste disgusting. So does onion." I took a bite of my breakfast.
Felicity rolled her eyes.
She enjoyed her breakfast and took a deep breath before heading out the door.
"You are so nervous." I smiled, going into the elevator.
"Not."
"So"
"not"
"SO"
"not"
"So"
"NOOOOOT!" She yelled, coming out of the elevator.
We walked to school not saying a word to each other.
"Were here." I said, stopping.
Felicity glanced up at the huge school in front of us.
I pushed the heavy doors.
Felicity took a deep breath and walked through the doors.
We walked over to the office to grab her schedule.
I scanned the schedule.
I groaned.
"Same advisory. Woohoo. " I said sarcastly.
We walked up the stairs into the third floor.
She looked around.
"Nice." She shrugged.
Felicity smirked buffed her hair for a second.
I looked over at her direction.
Rodger.
I smiled.
Felicity's eye was kept on Rodger.
His friends pointed at me. Or at Felicity. I dunno.
Her turned around and smiled. He turned back to his friends and waved slightly.
He walked over to us.
Felicity's eyes widened.
She blushed.
I smiled.
"Hey." Rodger gave me a small kiss.
Felicity stared in awe.
I smiled.
"Rodger this is my new room mate-- "
"Felicity Merriman." Felicity extended her hand.
As soon as they're hands touched Felicity's face brightened.
"Felicity, this my boyfriend, Rodger."
Felicity gave me the I-kinda-figured- look.
"You can call me Liz Mary, cuz my middle name is Mary, or Liz, Or Lizcity, or even Fel..." Felicity said awkwardly.
I could tell she was nervous.
Rodger just smiled.
"So, this is Anastasia Arts." Rodger said, starting to walk.
"Way to state the obvious, Rod." I said.
He smiled.
The bell rung.
"See ya, Babe." Rodger walked away.
PET PEEVE: Word-Babe.
" I didn't kn0w you had a boyfriend?"
Pet peeve: 'boyfriend' IT'S A 'PARTNER', OKAY?
I shrugged.
"He's so hot." Felicity started.
I rolled my eyes.
"His hair is so soft-looking, and his face is just gawgous! His eyes are very dark and brown, his hands are so firm and warm, I mean, how could he possibly go out with you?"
I paused for a second.
"I've had enough of you! Shut up already! keep you comments to yourself! I hate you and you hate me! Just leave it like that! I would of have been better with out you! Get lost!" I started walking.
I could feel her following me.
I stormed into my advisory classroom and sat down on my desk.
" Oh! You must be the new student here! You're beautiful!" Ms,Flokenberson said.
"Ummm, thanks!" Stupid Felicity squealed.
"Stand here, sweetie and introduce you self! What's you name, what do you like? What don't you like? What are some hobbies?" Ms.Flokenberson said.
"Ahem.... My name is Felicty Mary-Kate Merriman. My middle name is not Mary-kate just Mary, but I like Kate too. I have redish brownish hair and green eyes. My hair is naturally curly and wavy. I love to cook! Cooking is a passion of mine.I've recently made this awesome cake for my friend and she love it! Wanna see?"
She showed us a picture of the cake.
Everyone Ohhed-and-awwwwed.
She kept on babbling about her stupid cakes and cooking for like 40 minutes straight. Everyone in the class seemed interested.
"I hate people who are stupid,filthy liars,that hate you for no reason!" She continued.
I rolled my eyes.
The bell rung.
I quickly grabbed all my stuff and headed out the door.
I heard Ms.Flokenberson say "What's wrong with her?"
Later at cooking class.
"Felicity, this is delicious!" Ms.Terry took a bite of her... whatever she cooked.
"THis is so good!" Ms.Terry said.
"An applaud to miss Merriman!"
The class clapped.
Except for me.
Of course.
Next class, english:
"Liz Mary! Your script is amazingly beautiful! Unlike Bella, her script is horrible. Why don't you be her partner and help her."
Next period, lunch:
She sits at the Glee table.
"You guys all sing?" Felicity asked, stupidly.
"Yeah." They all answered in unison.
"Oh! I like your bracelet! Were'd you get it?" Miranda squealed.
"From my best friend, Addison. You idiot it says 'friend' right there!" Felicity argued, showing
Miranda made a sad face.
"Wait, do you mean Bella sings good?" She asked like nothing happened.
My angry meter could of burst any second.
"She's the best!" Marie answered.
Felicity started laughing really loud.
"You mean the talent-less girl actually sing the best? Yeah right!!!!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, FELICITY! Get a life! Stop trying to be something you not! I hate you too yet I'm not rubbing it in your face! Unless you want me to cuz I've got a lot of things to say!" I yelled at her.
Rodger pulled me down.
"Relax..." Rodger said.
"No, I won't relax! She's been doing it all day long! Why did you have to come into my life?!" I stormed off.
Rodger followed behind me.
"Bella..." He grabbed my arm a twirled me around to face him.
"She's not wort it." He said, hugging me.
She isn't.
~Bells
"What happened!?" I said, running to the kitchen with my hands securing a high ponytail.
"I burned my self!" She put her hand under water.
"Wait a second, you never get burned! Are you nervous?"I teased, letting my ponytail loose.
"No, idiot! I just moved my hands too quickly!" She argued.
"Yeah, right!" I walked to my-ahem- our room.
I re-did my ponytail and slid a navy headband into my head.
I secured the navy tie into my neck and headed to the kitchen.
"Yuck.." I said, picking out the red and green peppers out of my eggs omelet.
"It gives a great taste to the eggs." She took a bite of hers.
"Not that I'm picky, but peppers taste disgusting. So does onion." I took a bite of my breakfast.
Felicity rolled her eyes.
She enjoyed her breakfast and took a deep breath before heading out the door.
"You are so nervous." I smiled, going into the elevator.
"Not."
"So"
"not"
"SO"
"not"
"So"
"NOOOOOT!" She yelled, coming out of the elevator.
We walked to school not saying a word to each other.
"Were here." I said, stopping.
Felicity glanced up at the huge school in front of us.
I pushed the heavy doors.
Felicity took a deep breath and walked through the doors.
We walked over to the office to grab her schedule.
I scanned the schedule.
I groaned.
"Same advisory. Woohoo. " I said sarcastly.
We walked up the stairs into the third floor.
She looked around.
"Nice." She shrugged.
Felicity smirked buffed her hair for a second.
I looked over at her direction.
Rodger.
I smiled.
Felicity's eye was kept on Rodger.
His friends pointed at me. Or at Felicity. I dunno.
Her turned around and smiled. He turned back to his friends and waved slightly.
He walked over to us.
Felicity's eyes widened.
She blushed.
I smiled.
"Hey." Rodger gave me a small kiss.
Felicity stared in awe.
I smiled.
"Rodger this is my new room mate-- "
"Felicity Merriman." Felicity extended her hand.
As soon as they're hands touched Felicity's face brightened.
"Felicity, this my boyfriend, Rodger."
Felicity gave me the I-kinda-figured- look.
"You can call me Liz Mary, cuz my middle name is Mary, or Liz, Or Lizcity, or even Fel..." Felicity said awkwardly.
I could tell she was nervous.
Rodger just smiled.
"So, this is Anastasia Arts." Rodger said, starting to walk.
"Way to state the obvious, Rod." I said.
He smiled.
The bell rung.
"See ya, Babe." Rodger walked away.
PET PEEVE: Word-Babe.
" I didn't kn0w you had a boyfriend?"
Pet peeve: 'boyfriend' IT'S A 'PARTNER', OKAY?
I shrugged.
"He's so hot." Felicity started.
I rolled my eyes.
"His hair is so soft-looking, and his face is just gawgous! His eyes are very dark and brown, his hands are so firm and warm, I mean, how could he possibly go out with you?"
I paused for a second.
"I've had enough of you! Shut up already! keep you comments to yourself! I hate you and you hate me! Just leave it like that! I would of have been better with out you! Get lost!" I started walking.
I could feel her following me.
I stormed into my advisory classroom and sat down on my desk.
" Oh! You must be the new student here! You're beautiful!" Ms,Flokenberson said.
"Ummm, thanks!" Stupid Felicity squealed.
"Stand here, sweetie and introduce you self! What's you name, what do you like? What don't you like? What are some hobbies?" Ms.Flokenberson said.
"Ahem.... My name is Felicty Mary-Kate Merriman. My middle name is not Mary-kate just Mary, but I like Kate too. I have redish brownish hair and green eyes. My hair is naturally curly and wavy. I love to cook! Cooking is a passion of mine.I've recently made this awesome cake for my friend and she love it! Wanna see?"
She showed us a picture of the cake.
Everyone Ohhed-and-awwwwed.
She kept on babbling about her stupid cakes and cooking for like 40 minutes straight. Everyone in the class seemed interested.
"I hate people who are stupid,filthy liars,that hate you for no reason!" She continued.
I rolled my eyes.
The bell rung.
I quickly grabbed all my stuff and headed out the door.
I heard Ms.Flokenberson say "What's wrong with her?"
Later at cooking class.
"Felicity, this is delicious!" Ms.Terry took a bite of her... whatever she cooked.
"THis is so good!" Ms.Terry said.
"An applaud to miss Merriman!"
The class clapped.
Except for me.
Of course.
Next class, english:
"Liz Mary! Your script is amazingly beautiful! Unlike Bella, her script is horrible. Why don't you be her partner and help her."
Next period, lunch:
She sits at the Glee table.
"You guys all sing?" Felicity asked, stupidly.
"Yeah." They all answered in unison.
"Oh! I like your bracelet! Were'd you get it?" Miranda squealed.
"From my best friend, Addison. You idiot it says 'friend' right there!" Felicity argued, showing
Miranda made a sad face.
"Wait, do you mean Bella sings good?" She asked like nothing happened.
My angry meter could of burst any second.
"She's the best!" Marie answered.
Felicity started laughing really loud.
"You mean the talent-less girl actually sing the best? Yeah right!!!!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, FELICITY! Get a life! Stop trying to be something you not! I hate you too yet I'm not rubbing it in your face! Unless you want me to cuz I've got a lot of things to say!" I yelled at her.
Rodger pulled me down.
"Relax..." Rodger said.
"No, I won't relax! She's been doing it all day long! Why did you have to come into my life?!" I stormed off.
Rodger followed behind me.
"Bella..." He grabbed my arm a twirled me around to face him.
"She's not wort it." He said, hugging me.
She isn't.
~Bells
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