Sunday, 16 March 2008

gess who

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Wednesday, 15 August 2007

Knives, tarten dresses and dolls (the pic has nuthin 2 do wit da writin)

I have a story called lissy (yes, i AM realy bord)

It was the 13th may, Sarah's birthday. Her grandmother, who treated her like a three year old insisted on taking her to a toy shop to buy her something, so not having a cruel bone in her body, Sarah agreed to with with her Nan.
When they walked into the toy shop Nan flew over to the china dolls, her eyes lit up with excitment. "What about this one?" she asked Sarah, picking up a tall, brunette, tarten wearing, glass eyed creepy doll. "Yeah, it's great!" Sarah lied, forcing a fake smile of excitment to her lips. Nan payed for the doll and the two went back home.

That night Sarah fell asleep quickly, worn out from all the party food, presents and dancing...

Ding, ding, ding. The clock in the hallway struck 3. It was early in the mornin, everybody was sleeping peacefully... except for the small, tall, brunette, tarten wearing, glass eyed girl called Lissy. She walked from the kitchen, through the hall and stood on the botom step of the stairs...

Sarah sat upright in bed. The chiming clock had startled her from her dreams as an unwelcomed alarm. As she lay back down into her gorgeously plump pillows she heard a small voice taunting her from downstairs "Sarah, I'm coming up the stairs" .
Sarah sat botl upright for the second time in one night. Was it her imagination?
"Sarah, I'm in your parents room" The voice was talking in a sing song voice, making the fifteen year old Sarah's heart pound. She put a hand oer her mouth, as if to try and silence her heart.

"Sarah!" This time the voice was her mothers. A screaming voice. A voice that told of agony and fear.

Sarah felt the grip of pure terror and dived under her blankets, shaking with tears of despair.

An eternity of silence seemed to pass. Sarah could feel the sunlight begin to bathe her room with warmth. The light brought her comfort and courage. Slowly and very shakily she slid from underneath the blankets. She stood by her bed for a few minutes, listening for a sounds of danger. Hearing nothing she walked to her mothers bedroom. She pushed the doors open and almost screamed when it gave off a lound creek. She walked into the room and fell to her knees: there infront of her lay her mothers body. Blood smothered the once cream carpet. Her mohers face waqs distorted with a screaming face, eyes frozen with terror even in death.

Creek. "Sarah, I'm behind you"

Sarah, hardly daring to breath, turned slowly around to face the now closed door. Lissy, the innocent looking doll was grinning up at her. Her porcelain face dotted with blood, her tarten dress ripped. "Sarah, do you know why you should never play with knives?"

It was 10:10 in the night. Officer Leighton stood next the the body of the deceased Mrs. Craly. "I can't believe my eyes. I've been working this town for years and never in my life have i seen-"
"I know how you feel." replied his collegue. "I feel sorry for her daughter. She'll never be the same again." The police officers both turned to look out of the blood spattered window and watched a man in a white suit carry the battered and bloody fifteen year old girl to the asylum abumlance. "Did she say anything about what happened?" asked Leighton, briefly glancing over a pristeen, brown haired china doll.
"Nothing usefull, sir. She was muttering nonsense about knives, tarten dresses and dolls."

Monday, 9 July 2007

9/7/07

me: im seriously pi****d off wit b cos she keeps goin on bout da boys takin da mick out of her. we had 2 miss p cos she thort it woz out of hand. my god, like, gewt a life, no 1 else is bovverd

ickle C: 0 im really goin 2 go mad my head feels like a toun of bricks cause every one is pi****** me off 2 day they tink that they are hard BUT THERE NOT!

if ur a chaav lick ickle C pi** off, who do u fink u r, ur wana b's

Sunday, 8 July 2007

ummmm...


this i 1 of ma fav pics. i luv emo boys hair, its sooooo lush. dis pic is so lush