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Tuesday 30 August 2011

The Duck Song! :D

This is the awesomest song ever! It's my favorite, just if anyone was asking. I might put on the second one some other time, but it's not as good as the first once, and the third isn't as good as the second. But I promise, this song will be stuck in your head for a long time. But it's totally worth it :D

If it's popular I'll update it with the lyrics :)

Wednesday 3 August 2011

I remember- Chapter 1 (a story)

'Do you still remember what happened?' Nola asks me. I sit down on the school steps and stare at my bag.
'Yes. Yes, I do. You know I do. So why are you talking about it?'  I look up at her. She looks uncomfortable.
'Well, I dunno, I was just wondering. Sheesh!' She walks away to talk to her best friend, Stephanie.
I remember, I remember everything that happened. I don't want to, but I do.  Nola was there. She knew what was going on and yet did nothing about it.  It was the same for Mandy.  Except she didn't want to do anything. In truth I don't know about Nola. She is super popular and that's partly because she seems nice. But she convinces you to tell your secrets, and silently spreads them. And you don't know that she did unless she says she did. But Mandy, she is a bad case. She has many friends, but she hurts people. She calls 000 for fun. And we're not even in Australia.  She already has a record at the ago of 12, and gloats about it. Having a criminal record just over a decade of having existed is nothing so gloat about. She has little reason to.  I do not tell anyone what she does to people because I know when she's older, fate will lie it's bony hand on her head, and grasp it. But Mandy isn't the reason for what happened. She was just a witness. I didn't do anything, but not just anything happened to me. Something big had happened. Something bad.
After what had happened time slowed almost to a standstill, words became knifes for other people to use. Not everyone can see the depths of what can go on, in or close outside of school, friends' houses, etc. Some say what happened was bullying. Others, a joke. Both seemed minor to me. I call it verbal murder.  It wasn't what they said. It was the people, especially one, who said it. That is how I sum it all up. If that was somehow possible. But that gut feeling I still have is tearing me apart, still making every shallow breath a painful one. I haven't seen them in more than a month. But today I am suddenly trapped with them. And I will be for a year.  I feel guilt having done nothing. Pain and yet  have no grazes. Scars, and yet have never had a wound as deep as the one I can feel so far down. Everything that had happened before, all the happy memories pierce my heart and make lonely tears prick my eyes when I think of them.
After the incident I started walking alone, trusting no one. It is better to trust no one than to be gullible and get hurt. I sit alone at lunch now...And yet still I don't want to forget. Because if I forgot, I'd forget what had happened before. I can't let one bad incident change my life like this, I always tell myself that.
All that had happened before, those happy smiles, the warm laughter.
I remember......
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Hey people! I hope you liked it so far. I'd write more, but I'm going to make a recipe. I'll tell you how it ends out! :3

Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face. -Shakespeare



Even in laughter the heart is sad, and the end of joy is grief. - Anon


Those two quotes sound fitting for my story. :)