the sea dwellers (chapter 3)

June 11, 2010


     I get up from the cargo hold of the SS Wonderland, the name of the shipwreck. The first thing I see is Nora's behind. She is still sleeping. After 8 years of sharing a room with her, I know that the best way to wake her up is to scratch her legs. Now, she doesn't have legs! She has one long, scaly fin! I scratch that anyways.
    Nora opens her eyes sleepily. ''Nora, you have a fin!' I say. Nora eyes me carefully, and replies, ''So do you!'' I sit down on a chair and see that I have a fin. Nora does the same. We swim some more and come to a beautiful castle, like something from a movie.
     ''Wow,'' breathes Nora. ''Atlantis,'' I say. Nora understands, for she has also heard about the legendary underwater city. However, none of us actually assumed it was real.
      ''Hey there, Anna! Hi, Nora!'' says a beautiful voice which sounds like cascading water. Nora and I see who is speaking. It is a young girl, about a year older than Nora. She has sea-blue eyes and blond hair. She has a fin, too and looks really familiar, as if I had seen her on the cover of a magazine.
       ''Why do you look so familiar?'' asks Nora.
       ''I'm your sister, Melanie. Let me take you to Mom and Dad,'' she says. I'm surprised to find that she's my sister. Maybe she's just lying to me. We follow Melanie to an old hut that looks totally demolished and rundown, as if no one had repaired it in a few decades. I go in and sit on an old chair with its stuffing coming out, not paying attention to my new surroundings.. I end up sleeping on it for the rest of today, because I'm so tired from the previous day's adventures.

the sea dwellers (chapter 2)

June 10, 2010

   Yay!!!!!  It's Beach Day!!! I pack all my swim gear and rush off to school, grabbing a bite of waffle and a gulp of orange juice. I don't care if I don't have enough nutrition for the day. I have a lot of stamina, and I JUST LOVE THE BEACH!!
   On the bus, I sit alone, which is completely normal for me. I hear Wiley and her friends gossiping about me. I don't care! They're just huge jerks, after all.
I rush off into the cool water,  with my swimsuit already on me. It's not the beach I was expecting to visit, but it still seems to have a lot of good places to swim.
    Just then, I remember that I left my goggles and flippers in the classroom. I jump in, holding my nose and closing my eyes. I accidentally let go of my nose and open my eyes. I can breathe and see underwater! For a moment, I think I'm dreaming, but after stubbing my toe on the sea floor, I know it's real.
I hear Mrs. Bossy's whistle and get out of the water.  ''Now we will have a contest. Whoever stays underwater the longest time will win!'' explains Mrs. Bossy. I take this as an excuse to explore underwater because Ms. Bossy doesn't know my newly discovered ability.
     ''Anna,'' someone whispers to me in a freakishly familiar voice. I see Nora on the beach, but then Mrs. Bossy calls, ''On your mark, get set, GO!'
   I breathe underwater, and Nora follows me into the cold blue depths. '' Mr. Finickiness said that we can have early dismissal!!'' she says. ''Mom drove me here.'' I see small bubbles come out from Nora's nose, and get sucked back in again. She is breathing too, just like I can!!! (Sorry if I'm overdoing it with the exclamation points, but I'm just too hyper now.
    We come to an old shipwreck, the SS Wonderland, and stop to rest for the night.

HIHIHIHIHIHI

I'm home for the weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll tell you about CTY now...
Some of my friends are Michelle (my roommate, who's very interesting), Alyssa (she goes on sugar highs a lot), Celline (a really nice person), Raevyn (a chaotic hyper wacko), and Stephanie (a musical genius).
I go hyper every day with Alyssa. It's awesome here.
I'm in a band with Stephanie (cello) and Alyssa and Celine (both violin). I have to play a viola part on flute. It's hard >.<
Class is easy. REALLY easy. We do math a lot. And we build things too :D :D
I haven't seen any of my friends yet. The one who's my age barely even knows me. The high schooler is awesome and one of my best friends.
There are people in CTY that remind me of: Shuyang, Wiffie, Karebear, Kubby (cousin), Prachi, V, Sushi, Oreo (rofl), and a lot of others. It's like school away from home :D Minus the bullies, that is. That's just awesome. Raevyn, Celine, and Channing (other person) have been bullied too, so we tell stories about it.
Sorry to interrupt the story. I'll stop now.

the sea dwellers (chapter 1)

*This is a five part story. It's written in a diary format. It gets more interesting as it goes on!*


June 9, 2010

     ''Hello, little miss Anna,'' my teacher, Mrs. Bossy, says sarcastically. ''Here is your report card.'' 
I wonder why Mrs. Bossy is giving us our report cards a day too early. Today is the day before the last day of school. On the last day, we usually get our report cards, unless we have something special coming up. Without opening the brown envelope, I can tell what my grades are. They are straight As!! This is no surprise. Ever since I started school, I got exceptional grades, as did my sister Nora, who is two years younger than I am. This is why I'm known as ''Anna the Nerdy Geeky Teacher's Pet'' throughout Smith Elementary School, where Nora and I go. Most of the kids in school discourage people who do better than them, which is why Nora and I are the two greatest public enemies.
     ''Tomorrow, we will have an all-day beach party!''says Mrs. Bossy. ''Remember to pack your beach items!'' I'm so excited I can hardly wait. The beach is my favorite place in the whole wide world!!!
     I ride the bus home from school. I hear Miley Rockaround and Rob Lamebrain, the two biggest jerks in school, whisper, ''That Anna Swimmerwell is SUCH a GEEK!'' 
I hear them, but I don't say a word. I don't want to be hit by Rob, who's the best wrestler in the whole school. He's also super respected just because he and Miley have the worst grades.
Over dinner, I tell my family about the trip. Then I fall onto my bed and drift off to sleep.

a random chat which i was "forced" to post

Jennie wanted me to post a chat. So I did. 

3:00 PM Jen has joined

 me: proness!

3:01 PM Jen: wheres janie

 me: idk

  idk

 Jen: ...

  she left the computer on

 me: bad janie!

  badbadbadjanie!

 Jen: haha

  haha

She has an awesome profile pic:

xD she added the "don't get intimidated" in herself. I have awesome friends =D
And next up is the first chapter of one of the books, which actually has 6 parts...

a rat's life

The human giants are all asleep, but not me and my colony of rats. We're wide awake, and looking for food. People often consider us rats as pests and lazy creatures, but if you could peek inside our colony for even five minutes, you'd be surprised. We're gravely underestimated! We make awesome pets and are the polar opposite of lazy. 

While all the other rats are looking for food, I have to stay home and take care of my newest, and first, litter of baby rat pups. They're tiny little things, hairless and pink with their little eyes shut closed. The biggest pup opens one eye, then carefully opens the other. The remaining five pups follow. I smile to myself (yes, we rats are every bit as empathetic as you humans), proud that my first litter had all survived being born.

The other rats are back from foraging for food, and they deliver some to my nest. My pups can't eat solid food yet, so I have to keep nursing them. It's boring work, just sitting around with nothing to do, but I'll manage.

My mate and I are sitting in our nest when we hear that sound. "BAM! BAM! BAM!" No worries, it's just human footsteps. But to sensitive rat ears, they sound really loud. 

We grab the pups and huddle in the back of our nest, away from the humans. If those two-legged giants find us, we'll all be dead, and no one wants that. Not all humans are like the ones who live in our house (but claim it's theirs, even though we were here before they were). In fact, some are extremely kind to rats. I think it was just bad luck that made us live with this family...

It's almost too late. One of the two-legged giants looks into my nest. I can see her huge blue circle-shaped organ (is it supposed to be an eye?!) blocking the hole we use to enter our nest. Then there's her shrill voice screaming, "Honey! Come over here right this INSTANT! This house is INFESTED with RATS!!!!!!! Call the exterminator!!!!!"

We rats are clever enough to understand most human speech. From what I've heard, she wants us dead. And that's not going to happen. 

The other two-legged giant yells, in his low voice, "Remember that today's the exterminator's day off? Don't worry, dear, I have some mousetraps that are bound to work."

I recognize the word "mousetraps" and know that we'll easily be able to save ourselves. Mousetraps are easy to spring, and extremely easily noticable. Besides, they contain cheese, which is actually bad for us rats. 

With no reason to worry, my mate and I play with the pups. They're so adorable and helpless, and I can't imagine that eighteen human months ago, I was just like them. After playing in our nest, we decide to take the pups over to my sister's nest, so they can play with her pups, who are slightly older. However, there's a mousetrap right outside our door. I quickly find a splinter of wood and use it to set off the trap, letting us cross safely over. 

We get to my sister's nest and see that she and her mate are there, as well as all four of their pups. My pups, eager to have some cousins to play with, eagerly run over and try to talk to my sister's pups. (Rats have our own language, which consists mainly of body cues, squeaks, and tooth grinding.) Their attempt at conversation is so far from fluent that it's very cute. They crawl off with their cousins and start playing, and I can hear happy shrieks of laughter coming from them. While they play, my mate and I have a quick snack, then talk to my sister and her mate about the Mousetrap/Exterminator Problem. My sister says it's nothing too bad, that the exterminator isn't coming anytime soon and the mousetraps are so easily avoided that they're pointless. I agree with her, but I still have a flick of fear left in my tender rat heart.

My mate, our pups, and I head back to our nest. I find time to nurse the pups and tell them stories. It's so close to bedtime that they fall asleep, so that's what my mate and I do. I can't sleep well, because of the fear that we'll all die out. But then I remember my sister's words and I know that we rats can take any challenge the humans give us. After all, we're one of the best-adapted species on the planet (humans included)!!!!

Coming soon: a random chat which my friend Jen *MADE* me post.

an autobiography (for a contest, which i got honorable mention in)

I never really know how to describe myself. Around some people, I'm either extraordinarily hyper or extraordinarily sad, and around others, I'm really calm and keep to myself. Sometimes I just take extreme risks for the fun of it, but I can be really practical as well. I've never told anyone this before, but I'm not comfortable telling the truth most of the time. It's always either too boring or too interesting, too happy or too traumatic. Whenever I need to write about my life for an assignment, I really twist the details to get people to like me. (But this once, I'll try my hardest not to twist the truth.) And it was this that led people to believe that I wasn't "for real." They didn't want to hang out with a liar like me.

I've never had too many friends. In preschool, there was only one girl in my class who liked me even the tiniest bit, and even she didn't talk to me that often. Fifth grade was by far the worst year of my life, with the whole school bullying me, and to make matters worse, my only real friend had moved away a year eariler. During this year, I'd been cyberbullied really severely too. I thought that it was something about my looks that led people to hate me, so I started eating way less and spending too much time making sure that I didn't look weird. (I also started being so nice to others that I'm scared they're taking advantage of me.) This is one of the reasons I'm extremely camera shy. I'm afraid that people will see how ugly I am and my few friends will leave me. But I'm slowly overcoming that fear, with help from a girl I'll call Emily, who was in my band class. She didn't care that my nose was too big or that my hair never stayed in place. She only knew me as the tall kid who could play the flute really well, and she asked me to help her get the fingerings right. Before we knew it, we were inseparable best friends. Now, whenever someone bullies one of us, the other always stands up. For example, a random fourth grade boy was stalking Emily online and calling her mean names. Emily gave me the boy's email, and I stalked him right back and made him stop.

Back in fifth grade, despite the cyberbullying, I was one of the best students in not just the school, but the entire state! This year, I'm excelling academically again, but not as well. It's probably because I have a lot more homework, and staying organized is not one of my strong points. To make up for this, I have a pretty good memory, which is why I've been known as the "antisocial geek girl." These labels used to bother me, but I got used to them. That's the good thing about being bullied: you get better at standing up to people.

I'm unsure how to end this because I haven't had much practice ending stories (I have a hard time finishing something once I start it). So I guess I'll conclude with an overview of me: I have different personalities around different people, but I'm almost always rebellious and independent, wishing for someone who listened to every crazy idea I have.

Thanks for reading this! Next up is a story about rats.

a little story to keep you occupied

Once there was a guy named Bob. Bob didn't do anything but eat cookies. He ate so many cookies that he turned into one himself. Bob's former friend, Joe, saw the cookie version of Bob and almost ate it, but the world exploded. Joe screamed, then turned into a rocketship and flew to Mars, so he could eat Bob. However, Joe turned into a cookie once he ate Bob. So Joe exploded and had rainbow-itis, which is a disease that makes you puke rainbows. Joe puked all over Mars, until it became a rainbow-y planet. He hated rainbows, so he left instantly. Then he crumbled because he was a cookie. He crumbled into a pile of rainbows, which then exploded into nothingness.
The end.

Next up, there's an autobiography thingie...

robotics

I hope you enjoyed my post on how Google can't define "awesome." It's one of 21 posts I'm making =D

So anyway, here's a bit about my robotics team website. (I'm only involved in making the site and not actually programming everything. I just like making random websites, most of which I will never show anyone except me.)
Go on the website (linked to on the side) and happily zone out on people's profiles. I made mine demented/funny in a weird way.
And if you know anyone who fits the survey criteria, then tell them to take it =3
If you go on the blog, then the one that made the first post was me xD
And a bunch of stuff is coming soon.
Tomorrow's post is a little random story.

awesomeness

Here is a random post. Enjoy =)
It is the first one to be scheduled.

I did a google search for "define awesomeness" and this is what I got.

Google should know not to include the word in the definition.

So this led me to search up "define awesome."

O_O 

Seriously?

Only the second definition is true, but the first one and the synonyms are complete lies.

So... um... AWESOMENESS!

Bye for now xD
Tomorrow's post is about... the robotics website that barely anyone sees.

Blogger: How to Schedule a Post

This was requested by Britney.
And I was extraordinarily bored and there's nothing better to do with my time.

As you may know, I've been scheduling Blogger posts for my time in CTY. Here's how to do it:

First, you make a new post and write stuff in it.
Then you click on the "Schedule" button on the side: (i have highlighted it)

Click on "Set date and time." This is what the side part should look like now:

Select a date and time for your post. Then hit "Publish."

video thingie

meerkat1868

You figure out what that is...

BTW, tomorrow's post is about "awesomeness"

leaving tomorrow

OMG!!!! I'm going to college tomorrow!!!!!!!! (CTY) I'm hyper now because my roommate might discourage my hyperness, even though it's only for three weeks. Two of my friends are going. One's a high schooler, and I barely know the other one, so I'm probably not going to be stuck in a room with them.
I want to do a cartwheel...
What else did I want to say?...
I found another little trail!

So, I was biking to my little creek yesterday (the one which you need to do a steep and short rock climb to reach) when I noticed a path that led somewhere. It was really narrow and I just decided to follow it because I was bored. It was very short and there was this huge scary spiky spider plant whatchamacallit along the way. I'm not kidding, it was taller than I am (and I'm five foot three)!

I am randomly being random.
Bye.
Randomness and awesomeness.
And look out for my scheduled posts! All 19 of them...

new book!

I've done only the first chapter, which I will post the first few paragraphs of here. So far, I have over 1000 words. It's called "The Mutant." And it's not very good...


It’s a normal day in the life of me. There’s nothing too interesting that goes on in my life. It’s the year 2030, where face-to-face interaction is very uncommon and almost forbidden for people over five years old (younger kids are first raised by their parents, then given a computer). Everyone’s always hooked up to the internet.

Everyone, that is, except me.

My name is Jane Doe. Seriously, that’s my real name. I’m not lying to protect my identity. Online, no one knows me as Jane Doe. They all know me as the extremely pretty Corynne Keane. (Don’t ask how I made up that name...) In real life, I’m very plain, with dull brown eyes and messy red hair that gets in my face too much. I’m also a mutant, which, in my case, means that I eat, sleep, and use the restroom like people did in the past. And I prefer real-world interaction to virtual reality. But online, I’m a blue-eyed blonde teenage girl who’s beautiful and irresistible. Not one of the people who know me as Corynne has ever seen the real mutant Jane Doe.
   

a bit about my scheduled posts

Hi again.
So anyways, my scheduled posts involve the word "awesomeness", my robotics team website, a few poems and stories, and finally, two five-part books. I made all of them up in.... thirty minutes.

Now you may continue to read this website at your pleasure. =3

writing camp/stuff from my KP bio

I'm not supposed to be typing this. I'm in writing camp. Can't wait to go to college (CTY) xD.
My KP profile just got extremely funny and random. I'm that pro.
Let me post a little here...
The funny and random part isn't posted.

I'm the farthest thing from perfect.

Yeah, it's true. I don't care how negative i sounded there. I'm not extremely pretty or outgoing or a super genius or a sports star. I'm not exceptional at anything. In fact, I'm the most flawed person I know. I am plain (if not ugly), don't get straight A's in school, have almost been diagnosed with behavior problems (until I ran away from the psychologist), spell words wrong all the time (I used spell check to survive this autobiography!), trip over my own feet on a daily basis, have an 8-minute mile time (on an exceptionally great day; don't even get me started about a normal day's mile time!), and scared of looking a stranger in the eye (forget about talking to them).

But my flaws make me the person I am.

I'm glad I'm not perfect. Then I'd be a nobody, without the interesting stories that make me who I am. At least I'm someone.

That someone is the kid you know as Pixie.

The one who's pet rat is her best friend, who slips out of her house on a daily basis, who's allergic to pollen and pie and Gatorade and shopping (but not really pie and Gatorade and shopping), who does cartwheels in public and collapses to the ground in a fit of laughter. The girl who's so klutzy she's awesome, who has a thirty second attention span, who runs in her school's track team even though she knows she won't win anything. The kid whose brain is bursting at the seam with ideas she'd never want to tell anyone. Who would volunteer to be the first one to die if there wasn't enough room for everyone on this planet.

The girl who would never ever strive to be perfect.

Because no perfect girl would jump off a cliff and go swimming in a strange lake and almost get drowned by a waterfall. No flawless kid would even consider remembering the time she was cyberbullied and turning it into a song. (Do flawless kids even get cyberbullied?) No angelic child would be able to tell stories about the time she tricked her entire Language Arts class into thinking she was born in Texas, even when half of them knew she was born in Pennsylvania.

But I can do every single one of those things. And I'd never give it up to be flawless, or angelic, or perfect.

Because I'm Pixie. And I'm special, in my own way.

hi

I have a demented looking haircut. It's not all that demented; it's just very frizzy now.
Coco says hi to all the blog readers! She's fine, healing from her surgery (her tumors were taken out). She's also extremely hyper and would love it if you brought her some sunflower seeds. But you don't know where I live, so whatever. Virtual sunflower seeds will do.

I'm scheduling three weeks of posts for when I go to CTY. Stay tuned! 

stuff that happened (this was supposed to be posted yesterday, because camp ended today)

I'm in this basketball camp thing. It's kinda tiring. I noticed that I'm even klutzier than Klutzy, the eighth grader, is... I dunno why... Some of the "nice" people from the thing are Alannah (not to be confused with Alanna from school) and Connie, and we are very random. I have a secret talent for rebounds... And defense. Especially defense. We played the boys' team and the person I was defending never ever got to touch the ball. I'm that pro.

typing with one hand

I sprained my wrist in basketball camp today. We were running outside and I fell. I'm awesomely klutzy... I'm cheating and typing with two hands right now... And I've just switched back to one hand. It's impossible for me to flex my wrist backwards. And my thumb is also just killing me. At least hanging out with my (imaginary) best friend is helping a lot. We were reading books together until the computer was free.
Coco wants me to put her pawprint on this post, but I can't. So she just says hi, after going through a surgery to get tumors taken out. She's fine and hyper. I'm not hyper, and rarely will be.

I'm going away for three weeks. I'll schedule some stuff for you. If you need stories, then go on my KP profile or something, or you could check out some of my friends' blogs.

I Forgive You (a poem which is very demented)

You

Who I trusted 

And loved and cared about

My whole life

You 

Lied to me

Told me that you were my parents

When we weren't even related

When I found

The adoption certificate

Gathering dust in the basement

I was shocked

How could you

Possibly

Ever

Lie to me like this?

You told me

I'd been born from you

But it wasn't true

You adopted me

But I won't leave you

You raised me 

From when I was a year old

It was nice of you

To take me in

After my parents died

So I forgive you

For your lies.

YAY!

recording thing is DONE!
do you want to hear how demented i sound??
then send me an email. at my actual address.
and i'll give you the link.
(It's not the "pro" song. It's another one, as in the one Shuyang hated.)
Or you could stalk me on youtube...

awesomenessssss

im bored
felt like making a post bcuz there was nothing 2 do
i miss san jose
but i'll be there in 12 hrs.
yay.

I'M LEAVING!!!!!!!!!!

...at midnight today!! My mom wants me to get back into the California time zone by sleeping now, but it's 8:23 AM for San Jose! She's kinda crazy and stuff. Not in that good way. Homesickness will finally end!!!!!!!! xD 

I NEED MY SCHOOL SCHEDULE.

a random post......

Hi! So I changed my Blogger name to "me." Why, you ask? For no reason. Actually, it's a really long and private story, so don't make me tell it.

I'm writing a story about a kid who's hearing-impaired and gets severely bullied about it. It's an okay-ish story. Go on my KP profile to read it or something. 

I am so bored... no one's ever online because of conflicting time zones...

I need to talk to The Stalker's Friend right now. She must get online. It's important!

happy (late) independence day!! / extreme homesickness

I missed it... but I'm so homesick. Seriously, everything makes me think of home, even though there are two days left. Like, one of my relatives has the same first name as Myth (the percussionist) so every time my family mentions her (relative), I instantly think of Myth. And V's name was on a sign (it wasn't referring to her, but to someone with her name). And I saw the word "VAISHU" on the back of a car. My mom gave me some books, and the characters have some of the same names as kids back home (most of them are eighth graders who I will not mention here because they will call me a stalker). Even the sound of a flute or the word "drum" in a book make me homesick. Playing with Wiffie and my awesome cousins across the street and chatting with Sunny at random moments are totally helping (no sarcasm intended)! So thanks, Wiffie and Sunny and my awesome cousins!

shuyang's and my poems which we made when we were super bored

Here's my demented poem (which was for a school assignment):


Waiting to run.
Spiked shoes locked into starting blocks.
Muscles tensed like coiled-up springs.
Starter’s pistol goes off with a deafening “Boom.”
I leap onto the track faster than a blink
With no one in front of me, I fly over the first hurdle
I clear the second one
Then a third
And a fourth
I have first place and I’m not giving it away.
On the fifth (and last) hurdle, i almost trip
Nearly knocking it over and collapsing to the ground
But steady myself just in time
No. It’s too late. 
Someone has overtaken me.
I try to catch up
Flying faster
But it’s no use.
First place has been taken, stolen from my grasp.
I speed past the finish line
  Only
     Second.
Out of all ten runners who competed in my heat
And all thirty who raced today
I
  Am 
Only
   Second.

Here's Shuyang's (not for school):


Cherry blossoms drifting in the wind,
Peaceful humming coming from the sacred temples,
The sound of crickets and birds chirping 
River water running, trickling, dripping, turning into a stream.
PEACE.


Women fanning themselves on their front porches
Young men playing chess in the town clearing
Soft breathing coming from napping babies
Children playing marbles and laughing with glee
This is all PEACE.


A beautiful sunset,
Mothers calling kids back home for dinner
Senior adults retreating to their comfortable lounge chairs, 
with cups of steaming green tea,
Nightly owls hooting, and pets with ears alert for sound


Forever PEACE. 


Sounds of fathers relaxing on couches, 
with a newspaper and perhaps, a bit of peaceful music?
Dinner being finished, children running out again....
some fellow townspeople playing instruments,


Hours pass by......children going to bed
Adults playing cards or doing chores.....
Dusk falls.......than night.
Now the adults then the seniors then pets are all going to bed....
Is everybody tucked in tight? Very well...then good night.


Just 8 hours until dawn....the peaceful town is
                     completely
                                 asleep.
                                        PEACE.

i want to go to school

Then I can see "the stalker's friend" and tell her something.

what people expect me to be but i'm not

*in the parantheses, i wrote what i think when people expect me to be something)

• Stereotypical Indian/Hindu girl (don't force me to believe in (ugh) hinduism or anything)
• Geeky computer programmer (can't i have normal-kid interests??)
• Kid who is obsessed with the color green (i don't have a favorite color)
• Girl who's addicted to shopping (ewww... i hate shopping!)
• Sweet "little lady" (who are you kidding?!?!?!?!)
• Kid who loves any clothes, as long as they're "simple" (i only accept it if i can run mile club in it)
• Three-year-old baby (what toddler is over five feet tall and is in seventh grade?!)
• Older version of my sister (i would never want to be a freaking girly girl like her)
• Complete tomboy (no... i actually have a very small girly side which rarely shows itself)
• Popular kid (are you kidding?! so many people hate me) 
• Cute little darling (not in this life! my cuteness days are o-v-e-r!)
• Boy hater (some of my friends are boys (but i don't have a boyfriend and never will))
• Girl who fits in in India (i'm from san jose. that's in california. not india.)
• Girl who isn't very active (um... track and field? and swimming? and randomly running around?)
• Girl who can wear flowers in her hair and use hair oil (severe allergies)
• Bully target (i'll fight right back! take that, stupid bullies!)
• Loud chatterbox (i actually don't talk too much)
• Quiet, soft-spoken girl (i am a bit soft-spoken, but i'm not all that quiet either)
• Psychologically diagnosable kid (i always try and make them wish they never tried treating me)
• Graceful girl who never trips on anything (i'm too klutzy. klutzy (the eighth grader) is influencing me.)
• Girl who bows down to authority (you're not controlling me any time soon!)
• Kid who cares about politics (i'm only 12 years old. how much can i do?)
• Girl who loves dancing and singing (i quit dance and singing last year)
• Percussionist in Adv. Band (i got cut off, but i'll try again next year. so next year, this one will be true)
• Extraordinarily proud kid (no. not gonna happen.)
• Perfect girl (i love my flaws. they're what make me as interesting as i am.)
• And a lot of other stuff, which would make this post super long. I don't exactly love long posts