Shopping

Ok, one thing that I absolutely HATE is shopping with my sister. (Yeah, shopping.) It drives me crazy! For example, in the UK, we went into a store she really likes called “River Island”; then she’s looking at tops, dresses, pants and shoes and a few bags. Now, I know lots of people do this daily, but my sister... ONE WHOLE HOUR TRYING ON CLOTHES!!! (One hour is a lot for me.)

Now she’s having a really good time, with my mom helping out, but me? Well... I just sit there, watching the world go by, and gazing into space. I do NOTHING.

I’m getting tired now, exhausted, needing to get out; but NO, my sister takes her own time. And then I get really annoyed, angry, and FURIOUS!

I really don’t get shopping, but I do enjoy it, (for me anyways) but shopping for my sister is a nightmare, and so is getting shoes for me! I hate it! Feet ache, blisters appear, I need to get home to my Wii. (That’s one thing I enjoy) so if someone asks me: “do you want to go shopping”? I think my answer will be pretty clear. NO.

I go on the Computer

Because it’s a place I can be alone,
Alone,
Away from the craziness,
Running through my house.

I’m in my room,
Air on, light on, computer on.
I go on face book, I see pictures,
Memories; memories jump back
In my head. The life I had
in the UK, was right there in front of me.


I see my friends, gazing into my eyes.
I knew they all moved on,
New places, new lives.
They were happy, not upset,
but I hoped they missed me,
because I miss them.

I see comments, comments from my friends.
“I miss you Katy”
I re-read them, tears are falling,
Likes leaves coming off a tree.
I feel empty,
friendship gone,
UK gone.
But I have my new life in Panama,
New friends. Fresh start.
I’m going for a new life, but not forgetting
The journey I had back in the UK.

It was late at night, darkness and silence pervaded around the chamber. I was in my bed, clad in my P.J’S and soft blankets. I was cold, since the house's inventory of blankets was low, I only had one. My mouth was dry with dehydration, and I was stone cold. I heard a gruesome noise, echoing throughout the chamber. I gingerly examined the black room, but saw nothing. I lied down again, but then I heard heavy footsteps. I recognized the sound. I endeavoured to be calm, not leap out and shout; I just lied there. I  surmised it was the guy again, since I recognized the footsteps from before. I had a grimace on my face, since I was uncomfortable and did not know what was going on.

The door creaked open, the footsteps grew louder, and I could hear my heart now beating very fast. At that moment, I was getting smothered with a mattress, pushing down on my face. It electrified me, quick as a flash onto my face. The guy was doing a cursory murder, quick and easy. I derived he wanted to kill me, but I didn’t know why, I thought we were good friends, but I guess we weren’t. I scratched and clawed, struggling to get some air. I saw he had abrasions on his face, I corroborated it was from my hands. I succumbed, I couldn’t take anymore; then I was still. Not moving, heart... not beating. Stone dead.

Point of View from Victim

It was late at night, darkness and silence pervaded around the chamber. I was in my bed, clad in my P.J’S and soft blankets. I was cold, since the house's inventory of blankets was low, I only had one. My mouth was dry with dehydration, and I was stone cold. I heard a gruesome noise, echoing throughout the chamber. I gingerly examined the black room, but saw nothing. I lied down again, but then I heard heavy footsteps. I recognized the sound. I endeavoured to be calm, not leap out and shout; I just lied there. I surmised it was the guy again, since I recognized the footsteps from before. I had a grimace on my face, since I was uncomfortable and did not know what was going on.

The door creaked open, the footsteps grew louder, and I could hear my heart now beating very fast. At that moment, I was getting smothered with a mattress, pushing down on my face. It electrified me, quick as a flash onto my face. The guy was doing a cursory murder, quick and easy. I derived he wanted to kill me, but I didn’t know why, I thought we were good friends, but I guess we weren’t. I scratched and clawed, struggling to get some air. I saw he had abrasions on his face, I corroborated it was from my hands. I succumbed, I couldn’t take anymore; then I was still. Not moving, heart... not beating. Stone dead.

Missing Home

The Isle of man is my Home

Isn't there ever a time in your life when you miss something so much? and you want to go back? well, i do...
The UK is the place i miss. Being there all my life then just moving? it dosen't feel right... i can't eat the food, the delicious english food!! especially the Chocolate... since they don't have it here in Panama. i Can't go to my Aunt and Uncles house, or my granddad's. i can't because i'm half way round the world. i can't tell my parents i'm desperate to go home, because they just keep saying the same thing: "We will go BACK" But we never do.
i just want to feel the english breeze in my face, taste the brilliant chocolate and see my Family and Friends again. Isn't there a place in your life that you just want to see again? go back to the place you lived your WHOLE lives? Go back to your Home.

Annoying

Ok, I thought I was just the annoying one in my Family who loved to tickle everyone, scare people or just make them laugh. but actually, it's not true. My dad is VERY ANNOYING!! he makes me crazy. He tickles me to death, just enjoying it, and i'm not even going to tell you the other things he does. But for some weird reason, he only does it to me... never my sister; i ask him to ticlke her, but he just say: "It's not the same"

I realize that his crazynees has pervaded and caught on to me, because I'M just like him now, and i probably always will be, but i don't mind, because i love my dad, i love to tickle people, and it's just how i am. i'm not going to change myself, i love being a bit annoying!! it's in my blood.

I love Being ANNOYING!

(don't you want to be)?

Memory Stanzas

Sitting at my desk, watching youtube with a smile. the quiz was tommorw, i leave my study guide on my bed. i decide to study a little. notes passed through my head. i tried remembering it all, but i just couldn't.

  This year i hope to do my best in school.

The ball comes closer to me, i dodge out of the way to avoid getting hit in the face. i saw the other team with the ball. goal. i know no that was all my fault, i know i could do better.

  This year i hope to be a better teamate.

I start scribbiling on the sheet of snow. no ideas come into my head. i try flowers, trees, sun and sky. i color it the best i can, but so much snow was still on the land. not a single color light shined. what can i do?

  This year i hope to be more creative.

Seperate rooms. far from from each other. i play. she types. i watch youtube at home alone while my da works, she's out at a friends or at the mall. i want to be with her! laughing, playing, dancing on the moon. sisters till the end i want.

  This year i hope to be closer to my sister.

Back and forth the ball goes, Backhand and forehand i hold the paddle and play. I'm against Coach Dean, he serves. the ball curves, the ball smashes, i'm out of breath. he can't be beaten, but it's not true. i will win, someday, some year, just got to practice.

  This year i hope to beat Coach dean at Ping Pong