Next week, the school play is starting up.
I am playing Ursula, and my sister is playing Ariel.
We have been rehearsing for such a long time now, but I am definitely nervous since I have messed up ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’ many times, yet I had a perfect run through the last time I sang it.
There are two notes in the song that I am surprised I can hit, even though I’m an alto.
I should probably stop talking before I give anything away.
When you see me next week, I probably won’t have a voice due to all of my psychotic screaming.
It was not that long ago, during last summer. My Aunt and Grandad had come out to visit us. We took her to Natural Bridge Caverns, and outside of the cave, there was a zip line that was 50ft high and almost 45ft long, and you go at about 25mph. 😉
My dad spotted it and was trying to convince my aunt and I to go up, so we did.
After what seemed like years of climbing stairs, we reached the top. It looked higher than it was.
You could see the top of the trees whistling below you, which made it even scarier because you knew there was wind.
500 years later, we were still staring down with my dad and grandad yelling to hurry up so they could take our picture, and my mum and sister both worrying about how high it was. My Aunt got ready to go, then flew at top speed.
All of a sudden, my feet slipped, I fell forward endlessly tumbling into an unknown world that was located at the ‘end of the line’. Then. My feet hit a ladder and I stumbled to step onto it, even with somebody helping me.
Over the weekend, my cat had his 4th bday.
We played games and had a mini feast.
He followed me around all day; even though I very rarely left my room.
He was the runt of the litter; we think his siblings are tigers.
I can’t believe my boy is growing up so fast.
Go karting is nothing like they portray it to be on Mario Kart.
It’s filled with long tracks, loud noises, and waving flags. I was ready for this, I tried to tell myself. My heart pounded as I put my helmet on over my face sock.
I learnt the flags, I studied the track, and I jumped into my kart. ‘What if there’s a speed limit?’ ‘What if I crash?’ It was too late for questions. The karts inched forward. I placed my foot on the acceleration and pushed down.
I carefully maneuvered through the course, going as slow as possible. Everyone fled by, but I didn’t know the speed limit. Just to be on the safe side, I kept on going slowly.
Turns out, I finished in last place. But it was fun.
He purrs louder than a siren,
His legs are longer than a giraffes,
My room is the place he stays,
My porch is where he waits for me,
He plays with a catnip sock,
His colors are orange and white,
His eyes are a solid pale green,
He is my fiancée who almost died,
He is my Harry
I don’t really mind storms, most of them I just sleep through, ignore them, or in this story…
Walk through them.
It was around 5:30 p.m. and I was at the library (my friends rode the library bus with me). We were counting lightning strikes whilst seeing how close they were .
All of a sudden, the wind started blowing and blowing, whistling the trees leaves as it passed, dumping water on the ground, pouring down hail on any innocent people.
My mum texted me saying to come out when the storm was only light, my sister, Emma, walked out only getting a little bit wet. I started sidling towards the door as some mean 8th grader came and made me droeverything I in the contents of my bag. I was as mad as a Cobra. The storm was only getting heavier outside while I was picking out all of my binders.
I vaguely saw my mums car outside through all of the hail pouring down and running off of the streets.
It took me all of my courage to step outside to get into the car. Hail thundered down on my head and rain pelted me. I screamed but could only barely hear it. I ran through falling blurs.
When I got in the car, I shivered through my wet clothes.