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Stop saying
WISH
and start saying
I WILL
 
  1. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    June 5, 2012 3:30pm UTC
    Bluebells
    Chapter 3
    ‘Oh that’s lovely, sweetie.’ Says Amor, putting the kettle on. Amor run’s a little Hippie shop called The Crescent Moon on the sea front and she’s also my mum’s friend, but mine too. Her names not really Amor, its Jennifer Lately, but she changed to Amor because she preferred the sound and Amor means love, although she’s been single for a long time. ‘I knew your mum would find a job that suited her nicely.’ Amor goes round the back of her shop, looking for something. I love Amor’s shop. It smells of incense. Dream catchers and Bells hang from the windows and roof. The shelves are stocked with little Buddhas and Hand knitted sweaters and Fair Trade jewellery and a host of other things as well. ‘Here we are.’ Says Amor, coming out of the store room. The bells on her skirt jingle when she approaches me. ‘Take this incense and burn it in your house. It’s a lucky smell, burning it means that your Mother could get the job. Oh, by the way, tell your mother that there’s a yoga class on next week, she deserves a bit of relaxing time too.’
    I climb onto my bike, clutching the grocery bag filled with bread. I was only visiting Amor’s; I was really supposed to be getting groceries, but I’m happy that I did visit. I sniff the incense. It’s peppermint-y. Yummy. I start peddling down the road and over to my house. Danny’s back. Danny is my little brother and he’s been spending the week at my Grandpa’s. He love’s staying with Grandpa Joey, he’s a great story teller and ever since Nana died, he’s been awfully lonely so he either comes to visit us or we send Danny over. Danny loves it; Grandpa always has stories to tell about what he did as a boy. He keeps telling the same stories but we don’t mind if he gets forgetful. Grandpa lives in Crockeleir, so it’s not so far away from our house, but it’s far enough as he is quite old. ‘Hey Danny.’ I call. Danny is carrying a small box no bigger than the palm of my hand. ‘What’s in the box?’ Danny grins, showing his gappy front teeth. ‘Grandpa says it’s for you.’ He hands me the box. It’s red and velvet covered and it looks expensive. I flip open the lid. ‘It’s beautiful.’ I whisper. Two hand crafted necklaces were tucked in squishy pillows. I lift them both up into the light, looking at their Gem-coloured paints and tiny patterns. ‘Oh, they’re lovely.’ Grandpa had tucked a little note into the pillow. I lift it out, reading it carefully.
    Dear Brooke,
    I hope you like the little necklaces,
    I got them at a little market in Crockeleir.
    One for you and one for a friend.
    Make sure it’s someone special…
    Grandpa
    It’s a charming letter, written out in old fashioned writing paper. It even smells like Grandpa, coal fires, his dog scruff and his hair tonic. Jade and Ivy left ages ago now. It’s around about 8o’clock and Jade’s curfew is up. Maybe Ivy and Samuel stayed together after that? I hope they didn’t. I suppose I like Samuel, but not enough for me to have a crush on him. He’s alright I guess. He’s alright.
    ‘Brooke! Wake up and get ready. You’ll be late and it’s snowing.’ Calls Mum. I slip out of my dreams, groaning slightly. It’s been two days since the football match. School was cancelled yesterday because it was too snowy. ‘Brooke!’ she shouts again, more agitated. ‘Let’s get a move on!’ I slip into my uniform and brush my hair. 50 strokes in the morning 50 at night and 100 a day. My eyes are tired looking and my breath stinks. ‘Do you want porridge for breakfast?’ calls Mum. ‘Yeah, sure.’ I shout back.
    ‘Want me to drive you to school?’ asks dad, while reading last weeks Sunday News. ‘That would be handy.’ I reply. The porridge is lukewarm and I’m sure the milk is off date. Ever since Mum heard about this job she’s been none stop on her laptop, learning about local plants and animals, no time for shopping. ‘Ooh, Brooke, look at this.’ I lean over the laptop, looking at a picture of a plant. It’s like a little pixie plant. But it’s only a fern. The plant is curly at the top and a goldish-brownish colour, not like a grown one which is big and green. ‘I have to go Mum, I’ll be late.’ I say, kissing her forehead. ‘Bye Honey, Oh yes, they’ll be phoning me today to see if I have the job!’
    ‘Oh Mum, that’s brilliant, you’ll get it for sure! But I got to run, bye.’ With that I turn around and go out the door. The cars jittering but not driving and Dad has his head stuck in the bonnet. ‘Sorry Love, the cars out. I’ll have to get it repaired, maybe Uncle Ben can come over and fix her up but for now, it’s not driving to school.’ I look up, rather shocked. ‘But Dad, I’ve already missed the bus, I’ll never make it on time.’ Dad looks up, face streaked with oil. ‘Just hurry on now, and say the car wasn’t working. Go on.’
    Format by: just_the_way_you_are

  2. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    June 5, 2012 3:26pm UTC
    Bluebells
    Chapter 2
    ‘Jade Millcot,’ starts Misses Pooter. ‘You and your little friend, Ivy Corbs have broken the uniform so many times, I can hardly count. Why do you insist on doing this, again and again?’ Misses Pooter is in full-on rant about the importance of respecting our school’s rules. She found Jade out today at lunch time and told her to come to her office after school. Ivy and I sat and waited on the plastic seats outside her office while Jade sat on the big squishy chair in front of Misses Pooter’s desk .After fifteen minutes of raving about uniforms and sensible shoes, Jade is finally released, and lives to tell the tale.
    We walk along the shore road to my house, the very last house on the street and the closest to the beach. ‘I love going over to your house, Brooke.’ Says Ivy positively. Although I know why. She likes going to the beach outside my house because that’s where Samuel Thompson practices football with his other football mates. As always, they’re playing today. ‘Perhaps we could go on a walk on the beach? Collect shells?’ Prompts Ivy. Jade and I roll our eyes. So we do that. We walk down the beach, Ivy a couple steps ahead, waving at Samuel. Samuel waves half heartedly back, but then races forward with the ball and blasting it through the make-shift nets, made of two twigs. Ivy runs quickly down to the pitch, whooping and crying. Jade follows her. They both become cheerleaders, obviously cheering for Samuel’s team. I go and sit on a rock, alone, watching the game.
    After a half hour I’ve had enough. Jade’s gotten bored too and has started joining in, kicking the ball, squealing when it’s kicked back, flirting with Samuel. Jade is the prettiest girl of all three of us. She could have any boy in our class, any boy in our school. She must just be doing this to annoy Ivy, or perhaps she likes Samuel as well.
    My bum is cold and my feet are numb. I’m going for a walk, get my blood pumping. I walk on along the beach, watching the waves rush into the shoreline, washing in new shells and rocks from other lands. I pick up a shell and imagine where it’s from. Perhaps a girl, just like me, picked up this shell too, and thought the same thing. It’s hurting my brain thinking about it so I throw it back into the sea. ‘You alright?’ says a voice from beside. I whirl around to meet the gaze of Samuel Thompson, staring me in the eyes with his big honey coloured eyes although I can barely see them under his long, gold fringe. ‘Hi Samuel, Yeah- I’m fine. Great.’ I say, pulling a mad, cheesy grin. Samuel laughs a little. I love his laugh, it’s cute. ‘Aren’t you meant to be playing football with your friends?’ I ask. He shrugs. ‘I was kind of wondered where you got off to…’ Jade and Ivy’ll kill me. ‘Brookie? Hello? Anyone home?’ He says, tapping my skull. I love it when people call me Brookie. ‘Sorry, Samuel, I was daydreaming.’ I say. ‘You always are Brookie, all the time in class, when ever I see you in school you’re staring out the window. You look like you’re in another world.’ He laughs. ‘It’s getting late.’ I say. ‘Perhaps we should get back now.’ We walk all the way back to where the others are. A couple of the lads whistle. Jade looks bored, Ivy looks ferocious. ‘Come on.’ Says Ivy sternly. ‘We’re going now.’ Ivy storms off the beach, Jade and I following in her wake.
    We walk all the way to my house. Mum and Dad aren’t back yet so Jade and Ivy stay for dinner. I heat up some pizza in the microwave and we all huddle down to watch Coronation Street Ivy’s favourite. ‘Hi Ho!’ calls Dad, walking through the front door. He flings his keys on the couch and goes to raid the kitchen. ‘Hi Mum!’ I exclaim, rushing to hug her. ‘How do you think it went?’ Mum shrugs. ‘I think I got it.’ I look up at her. ‘What job were you going for anyway?’ Mum smiles. ‘You know when I was a little girl and I lived up the hill? Well, I got a job as a park ranger at Bluewood’s Nature Park and Forest. I always loved wildlife and now I can get paid to take tours around the trails and tracks and take shifts in the café.’
    ‘Oh that’s brilliant mum!’ I cry. ‘I know.’ Says Mum, equally excited. ‘They’ll let me know in a couple days.’
    Format by: just_the_way_you_are

  3. linuspiggie linuspiggie
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    June 5, 2012 3:21pm UTC
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  4. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    June 4, 2012 3:08pm UTC
    I wish life turned out how I drew it in Nursey School
    Smiley family, Bestfriend by my side, a big smile on my face, a big blue sky with wobbly sunshine.
    Guess not.

  5. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 16, 2012 3:33pm UTC
    Teacher hands out wordsearch.
    Class: Oh crud, another boring class
    Teacher: First finished get's this *Produces giant lolly.*
    Class: Sh*t just got real. I am having that.
    It's amazing what competetion and sugar does to kids.
    Me: Let the 75th hunger games commence!
    True story

  6. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 7, 2012 11:05am UTC
    The ultimate battle between
    White Shirts and Spaghetti Bolognese

  7. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 7, 2012 10:54am UTC
    When is the best time to tell someone you love them?
    before someone else does
    nmq

  8. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 7, 2012 10:40am UTC
    Stop saying
    I WISH
    and start saying
    I WILL

  9. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 7, 2012 10:37am UTC
    Harry Potter
    Being the third wheel with Ron and Hermione since 1997

  10. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 7, 2012 10:32am UTC
    Boy: You teeth are like stars!
    Girl: OMG you are so sweet! I love you
    Yeah, so yellow and distant from eachother
    I hate you.
    nmq

  11. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    May 7, 2012 10:20am UTC
    What happens when I'm late home:
    Dad: Proabaly just forgot the time
    Brother: She always gets to stay out later than me!
    Mum: My daughter is kidnapped and probably dead!

  12. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 30, 2012 2:40pm UTC
    One day we'll all be shoelaces. Then you'll be sorry.

  13. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 28, 2012 5:36pm UTC
    Eating and drinking with lipstick on
    should be an olympic sport or something!
    Anyone else looking forward to london 2012 Olympics? For me it involves me sitting watching TV thinking "I could do that" even though I barely pass PE

  14. linuspiggie linuspiggie
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    April 25, 2012 1:16pm UTC
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  15. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 25, 2012 1:03pm UTC
    I'm Sexy and I know it!
    ☺☻☺☻☺☻☺☻
    Don't lie, you sang that in your head

  16. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 25, 2012 12:45pm UTC
    Right now I hate...
    Eveyone feeling sorry for me for stupid things
    Being told what to do
    pressure
    The fact that I'm absalutely pooped
    That I keep letting myself down
    That I can't say what I really feel
    A stupid girl who looks down on me
    People who don't do things to help me because they can't be bothered
    BUT I'LL SURVIVE
    (I think)
    So now it's your turn. Anyone else really annoyed at the minute
    (Sorry, i just needed to get all that out)
    SO HERE'S A MESSAGE TO EVERYONE
    LET IT OUT
    or else you'll explode ☺

  17. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 24, 2012 1:56pm UTC
    ALPHABET OF ME
    [a]vailable: yes
    [b]irthday: Ausgust 17
    [c]rush: I don't wanna say
    [d]rink you last had: water
    [e]asiest person to talk to: Lucy esdale
    [f]avorite genre of music: Indie, rock,
    [g]ummy bears or gummy worms: Bears!... (:
    [h]ad your first kiss: Nope
    [i]nstrument: Ukuelele, Guitar, tabla
    [j]uice: Cranberry
    [k]illed someone: No.
    [l]ongest trip: France
    [m]ilkshake flavor: Vanilla
    [n]umber of siblings: one
    [o]ne wish: That I 'll get to go there, but first he'll realise
    [p]erson who holds the best memories with you: Molly
    [q]uiet or loud: Depends On My Mood...
    [r]easons to smile: You don't need a reason
    [s]ong: Autumn song- manics
    [t]ime you woke up: 6:00, I Hate School...
    [u]mbrella: Clear with yellow
    [v]egetable: Cabbage :D
    [w]arm at the moment: Nope.
    [x]-rays you've had: one, on my skull
    [y]our favorite animal: Dolphin
    [z]odiac sign: Leo

  18. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 23, 2012 4:52pm UTC
    Over top, under act
    Whisper once we turn our back
    Drama girl, on her own
    push us away, but hates alone
    Acts like stone, melts like ice
    Sweet girl? Better think twice
    All your attention, she demands
    Acts like a drama "No one understands"
    Acts depressed, but it's only an act
    She's mad at you, wants her audience back
    A beautiful Rose with deadly thorns
    An angel with hidden devil horns
    Rolls her eyes, dirty looks
    Insults you hair, topples your books
    Like a theif, steals your confidence
    but she leaves no evidence
    Laughs and jeers when you are hurt
    Do the same to her, she'll treat you like dirt
    I hate this part, inside it does stir
    But I can't help be so jealous of her

  19. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2012 8:58am UTC

    Is anyone esle really scared of that movie "The Ring?"

  20. linuspiggie linuspiggie
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2012 8:40am UTC
    This is what words look like in our heads before we say them. Maybe if we could see them properly, and realisee what they could do, we'd save some people's happiness

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