Nov 26 Thurs

2009-11-26T13:44:00.000-08:00

Today was, again alot. i stayed til 5 at school - grease rehearsals. we did the dance for 'we go together'. crapish good?
Anyways, i've been inspired by th story we're learning in English. The ORIGINAL story of Frankenstein by Mary shelley. Then we had to write this dream we had, but i made one up instead. I loved it.
I bought this book yesterday called What I Saw And How I Lied. by Judy Blundell It's aweeesome.
It was nawaal's birthday today....
im going to th cinemas tomorrow with eve and them :D No school tomorrow.
So yeah i kinda wanna write my own story.

Mistaken Affinity At 16
It was so cold. The storm was overpowering her weak wet body. She was in labour. Her cries for help were useless because she was alone in the rainforest. The pelts of rain pained her skin. It hurt so much in every possible part of her body. What was going to happen? She fell still lifeless on the cold baron pavement. It was coming. The baby. She pushed and yelled the pain out. It still hurt. She screamed and breathed in and out. The thunder backed her screams of pain. She yelled from her hoarse voice. Pushed. Pushed. Pushed. The long-lasting process was so lingering. Pushed. Then, Finished.The cries of the beuatiful baby was heard. She was still panting like air was rare. She tried to follow what she saw on the TV. The storm didn't matter then. She suddenly felt weak. Something else was painful. She screamed the hell out. She looked up in th dark depressing sky. Elbows which tried to hold her up fell. She just suddenly felt ever so weak. Weaker. The last thing she would ever hear were the cries of the newborn.Her hazel cat eyes closed slowly.
to be continued -

ComedyIsToDieFor.

Nov 26 Thurs