Surprise, LP!

Happy Birthday from Mom.

Song Title Challenge

I am in Niagara, at my grandparents home. We are having a good time here. This morning, my Gammy and I did a writing exercise. We were to write a small story using song titles on our computer. I cheated all little and used the titled from two CDs I made for the trip. Most of the songs are from The Cure. Here is my story.

Girl: Your very close to me in my yellow submarine. But I still feel invisible while I play with my toy soldiers.

Boy: Hello, I love you, But we're in too deep.

Girl: And I love you always forever. Your right...We're losing grip.

Boy: Yes, before we fall to pieces, we should watch Banana Splits.

Girl: Cool. Oh-my! It's 10:15 Saturday night! We'd better try and get back up.

**********

Girl: We did it! we got back to Fasination Street!

Boy: *Crying*

Girl: Why are you crying? Boys don't cry!

Boy: Sorry but your the perfect girl.

Girl: Shut up. But it is just like heaven.

Songs Used:

The Cure: Close To me

10:15 Saturday Night

Fasination Street

Boys Don't Cry

The Perfect Girl

Just Like Heaven (Favourite song)

Avril Lavigne: Losing Grip

Fall to Pieces

Yellow Submarine-The Beatles

Invisible-Ashlee Simpson

Toy Soldiers-Martika

In Too Deep-Sum 41

I Love You Always Forever-Donna Lewis

Banana Splits Tv Theme Song (got to love it)

Cool-Gwen Stefani

Try-Nelly Fortato

Shut Up-(I really didn't have this song but I needed it. You pick the artist: Simple Plan or Black Eyed Peas)

A Great Honour

Happy Blog Appreciation Day to the bloggers of the world.

This morning, I received with great honour, an appreciation award from a wonderful and exciting blogger. I would like to say thank you to her, for she has made me smile and let me know how much of a great job I have been doing. and to keep it up (of course). So, thank you Fringes, for appreciating me, my work and my new-born blog.

I will be appreciating another blogger in the next day, myself. This is a great idea we should all try.

Stop

November 3, 2003

Before me was the entire student body. I walked towards the microphone. Mom gave me a thumbs up. Tina gave me a smile. Thanks. It felt like a 'good luck' wish. I opened my mouth, finally ready to speak, then, from the back of the gymnasium, a boy called out, "Get on with it, loser! Let's go!" More unwanted comments came rushing at me. A teacher called for it to stop, then nodded at me to begin. Once again, I opened my mouth. Words came spitting out of me. These word seemed new to me, even though I had practiced many time for this.

"Why do you bully others? Is it because that's what others have done to you in the past? When you bully you're creating another bully. And this bully could pick on you to get you back for what you did to them." My voice became shaky. Painful looks appeared on everyone's face. They all seemed to be screaming "Stop! Please, shut her up! I can't take it anymore!" Only Tina knew what I was going through. Paragraph after paragraph I continued. Finally, I was finished. A sign of relief a rose on everyone's face.

I continued to stand in front of the microphone. I was told to stay until there was an applause. Nothing. Not even from Mother. Tina tried to make an effort, but stopped. I don't blame her. I couldn't stand there anymore. I stared at my black and white Chuck E.'s. My long black hair covered my face.

"Get off the stage!" Once again, more abusive language slapped me in the face. I now sit here in the girls' washroom. There are many people waiting for me to come out. All with something horrible to say. Someone came in and told me that Tina had been stuffed into her locker. I wanted to get out and help her, but knew that she would rather me stay where I was safe from the violent words and glares. It's sad that all these people have nothing better to do. They just wait around for you to come out, then follow you home. Embarrass you and then stare at you while walking down the hallway or walking from class to class. Let this be a lesson to all who bully. Your creating you worst enemy and they will get you back.

For all who are victims of bullying.
Pray that all the bullies will realize that they are hurting more than a person's feelings.
~LP

Dance With Me

"Please dance with us," said a camper from the all girls camp. The girls were having their Friday night good-bye dance. "Please, just one song, Robin?" Robin didn't move. Maddie, a cabin mate, came to help.

"Come on, Robin. Dance with Taylor and me. Please?" Taylor and Maddie took both of Robin's hands and leaded her to the 'dance' floor. As Taylor and Maddie danced, Robin stood and watched the girls have a good time.

"Okay, Robin, " Taylor said, as she took her hands, "At least move your hands to the beat. "

"And move your feet a little, " said Maddie. Taylor let go of Robin's hands and they fell back to were they were found.

"Please Robin? If you dance to just one song, you will make my week so much better. Please?" Robin looked down at her feet. Slowly, she began to sway from side to side.

"Woo! That's it! Keep doing that. Maybe add some feet or hand movement. Great! Now, you're a pro!" The song was over and Robin went back to her seat. Taylor followed.

"Thank you so much for dancing with me. You have made my week so better. Thank you." Taylor got up and went to dance again with her friends.

The next morning, Taylor saw Robin standing alone with her bags, waiting for her father.

"Hey Robin. Did you sign my book? I don't think you did. Here." Taylor handed the shy girl her autograph book. Robin handed it back. "Thanks. I've got to go say bye to some friends. See you later. Tell me when your leaving, okay?"

Minutes passed and girls continued to leave.

"Taylor," Robin said when she passed, "I'm leaving now." Taylor walked over.

"Okay, well, umm..e-mail me when you get home okay? I'll do the same. " The girls hugged and Robin went to her car. "Bye Robin." Taylor said, giver her friend one last hug.

"Bye."

While on her way home, Taylor read all her comments from her friends she had met at camp. At the fifth page, Taylor noticed writing in a blue gel pen.

Taylor,
I had fun dancing with you. Thanks for the fun night. Robin

Little Fish

This little poem is for my fish, Morressey, who has passed away.

Little
By little,
The fish
In a puddle
Swam
To the top
And
Down with a flop.
The music
Didn't help
Who knew
How he felt,
Poor little Morressey

Paint Me a Colour

Paint Me a Colour

Colour me pink

No, make it blue,

How about brown

Or even white.

But tell me,
What does it matter?
Aren't we the same?

Isn't that what
You told me?
That it's always
Been that way?

But we aren't the same,
Aren't we unique?
I thought God
Made us differently
For different reasons.

But maybe,
You can't see the world
Has more than a rainbow
Of brightly shining colours.

Pine Valley Retirement Home, 90210, Part 2

Last time on Pine Valley Retirement Home, 90210:

"What? Your telling me this after 53 years of marriage to Frank? How could you? Was I not woman enough to get him myself?"

"No, no, you were. But I thought I might help." Darlene took a sip of her water and swallowed her daily medicine.

"Stella, I'm sorry, please stop. Can't we try to talk this over?" Stella stopped and turned around.

"Darlene, I'm sorry, but you know how I react when it comes to Frank. Friends?"
The two friends went to smoke across the street, after Darlene charged her batteries.

"You know, I did date Joe first." Darlene looked up from her smoke and stared at Stella.

"Is that so?" Darlene said with a shaky hand, worried that Stella let Darlene have Joe.

"Yeah and I told him that I couldn't date him with you drooling over him whenever you saw him. So I cut if off." Darlene thought back. Is Stella right? I talked about him all the time.

"No...I...I don't believe you." Darlene blew out some smoke and looked down at her feet.

"I swear Darlene, at one point I thought you needed every guy I had or liked. Remember when we didn't talk to each other for a month?...You know, I didn't let you have Joe. I just couldn't stand you waiting for him to be free. And anyway, it wasn't really working out. You won him, you know. You fought and it looks like to me you stuck with it, Darlene. And you haven't left him, even after him passing away. Widows these days date, which I think is crazy. You can only marry once, Darlene. We've done good."

"Yeah, your right. We shouldn't be fighting about that stuff. Thanks for understanding, Stella. Your a great friend." The two elderly ladies hugged and inhaled a puff of smoke.

"You know, were missing the end of 90210." The two slowly headed for there room to finish the show that started it all.

"Brenda, you bought that dress too? I'm going to look prettier than you and I'm also going to win Dylan back."

"Kelly, you know that he's not going to be there"

"Yeah? Well, we'll see about that..."

"Stella, do you remember our dance?"

"Darlene, don't start."

One Girl's Writing 8

Hey everyone,
I'm very sorry about not being so up to date this month. I do have part two of 90210 in the works, but I don't know when I'll post it.

I returned from camp last week and I had a great time. There were many new people and some old friends. It was very windy for a few days, and then there was a large storm across a lake. Thankfully, the whole camp survived a black out. I will be writing and posting stories soon enough. Like I said before, in September, when things aren't so crazy with trips, I will have more time to write and post.

Thank you all,
*Little Puddle*