My Favourite School

My heart throbs when the name is mentioned,
The school where I could learn with pride,
The teachers, not yet pensioned.
I wish, I wish, with all my might,
That I could come back to learn,
At Ironside.

Message to school: Wish I could be there to see you evolve, from great comes greater, from nice to nicer. I miss you, 4FN!

Harry's Mess

By Anya
 Mummy's on the phone,
And Daddy's out in Rome,
And Granny's gone,
playin' Bingo.
Who does Harry ask?
Who does Harry tell?
Oh no, Harry's trousers are wet!
Mummy's finished calling,
And Daddy's back from Rome,
And Granny's come home from playin' Bingo.
But Harry is soggy,
But Harry is stinky,
Who  cleans up Harry's mess?

Meaning of the poem:

Harry is wanting too pee, but he can't go to the toilet himself, so he wants to tell his parents, or his granny. But they are all busy, and Harry ends up peeing on the floor!

Edge of the Cliff

Chapter One- Revenge Is Best Served Cold

I hugged my knees and stared. The water reflected back a sad, small, humiliated girl. How could Bridgette do this to me? She was my best friend...But then again, Bridgette does unexpected things. Why would she call me names in the playground then?
I replayed the horrible scene in my head, over and over again.
"She thinks she's so great," her voice echoed in my mind. "Oooh, her dad is a professor! I'm SO scared!"
The picture of Bridgette's horrible smirk was etched in my mind. Clarissa and Mindy were silent, gaping, statues.
Suddenly, I picked myself up and ran out of the garden, out, into the empty street. "I will pay you back, Bridgette," I said, kicking a stone. "And that's a promise."
Then, I turned, and walked back to the classroom.
"Have you been CRYING, Tiffany?" Elisa said, shocked. "Who made you....."
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, then leaned into her ear and said. "Bridgette. But don't tell her I told you."
"Promise." Elisa pushed her bracelet further up her arm. "What did she do?"
"Uh..." I mumbled uncomfortably. "Called me REALLY mean names....Yeah, I don't want to talk about it."
Clarissa and Mindy went over to talk to me, but Bridgette hissed, "Don't! We don't talk to freaks."
One thing for sure was she said it loud enough for me to hear.
I took a deep breath and said, "Who's the freak? You? Well then why did THEY talk to you? Let alone breathe in you? I mean, you could catch a TERRIBLE illness."
I quickly covered my mouth, but Bridgette wasn't angry. "Oh really? You are.........um......" she uttered back.
Suddenly, I remembered an insult I'd read in a book. "Well, hellooo? You just proved it. Your head is SO empty that if I shone a torch in your ear, your eyes would light up."
"Fine then, anyone can join Tiffany. As if," Bridgette smirked the same horrible smirk she had in the playground. But this smirk fell down into gaping silence.
"I'm joining her," Mindy said bravely.
"I am too," Clarissa piped in.
"Fine then," Bridgette said, even though she was lost for words. I could see the sly light in her smashing. "Go catch cancer or something."
You see, when it's RE, we have tasks because we don't have religions in the list. And they are always math tasks. Bridgette ALWAYS copies from Clarissa.
"Okay then," I smirked. "But remember to study. RE is in half an hour."

Goodbye Chippy

I took you in your brand new cage, gleaming white and new.
You ran inside the cage,
Feeling excited and blue.

I checked on you and saw you,
Your stomach sore and hurt,
I put you in a box,
Lined with soft fur.

I fed you daily, made you happy,
But I acted too late.
Goodbye Chippy,
May you close your eyes and let god decide your fate.

By Anya

NEWS BULLETIN : SAD

Chippy died. Yep. It was a few minutes before lunchtime, and I checked on him. He was in his tunnel, and he had an upset stomach. I think normally it would have been harmless, but he was a baby. I checked after lunch, and he was dead. I poke him with a pencil (the soft end, of course) and he didn't move. His heart didn't beat, and he wasn't a Syrian hamster, so he wasn't hibernating. Plus, he was squealing. After that, he was silent.
May you rest in peace, Chippy.

News Bulletin: NEW HAMSTERS

Hey guys! I'm going to start something called the "News Bulletin". So, I only have two things to tell you today....NEW HAMSTERS. Yep, two normal hamsters. (I think that's their breed....:-I)
Mine is a two week old (that's what my cousin told me). He looks a BIT like this:

But my hamster doesn't have that much black on him. He is called Chippy, and he loves to run around in circles when he hears music. I call it dancing.



My sister, Iris, also has a hamster. He sort of looks like this:
His name is Max, and he loves eating. He isn't as big as the hamster in this picture. Once, he bit my sister until her thumb bled! But he's cute.









Next headline:
Today was 'Idul Adha'. You pronounce it "Eidul Adeha". We fast for a day, then, after that, we pray together. We only do two raka'ats, but we say "Allahu akbar" seven times.
Weeks, maybe even MONTHS before it happens, people buy an animal. Cows, sheep, in Arab, maybe even CAMELS! Usually, seven people buy a cow together, since it's so expensive. Now, we buy an animal for the slaughtering. A crowd gathers and prays as the sheep or cow are cut. My mum said you had to learn to sacrifice  something to show your love for god. I said instead, could I sacrifice my LPS, but she just laughed.

Okay, anyway, so when you finish sacrificing the animal, the people cut it and divide it amongst everyone. In my entire village, there were only seven animals!
In my Grandma's village, there were like, twenty!
After that, everything went back to normal for most people.
Thanks for listening to this report!

The Life of Anita Rosebloom Harreth

Blurb:
Hi there! I should introduce myself. My name is Anita Rosebloom Harreth. I'm 10, and have a little sister called Sarah.
Helooo world! Welcoming yours truly, Anita Rosebloom. Born with humour and sarcasm, this girl swells and reddens when she's mad. Living in Garden Sphinx Elementary, with a best friend on the hunt for Rick Maston and another who acts like a complete dork, Anita just about has it all. A middle child.
 "The one nobody listens to" says her enemy, Flora Heyens. But Anita is having problems too. Braces and bullying are the beginning. But when her brother gets seriously ill and Chloe moves to Florida, Anita knows she just can't cope. Or can she? Read through the funny and sometimes awkward story of Anita Rose. 
Chapter One – Hilary!
Hi there! I should  introduce myself. My name is Anita Rosebloom Harreth. I'm 10, and have a little sister called Sarah. My school is Garden Sphinx Elementary. I have two besties. Chloe, and Maxine.
Okay, right. I'm going too fast. It's just that I want this story to have all the details!
My school is called Garden Sphinx Elementary because this used to be a royal city. So hey, don't get a big suprise when you see a movie van zooming past. This city is the mother of celebrations. Doesn't depend when. MID week, normal days, Eid, always celebs milling round.
My best friends' full names are Chloe March Green and Maxine Alworth. Chloe's name is kind of strange to you...I can tell.
Whenever someone like Ricky Martin or Lilian Gem comes by, Chloe will lunge at them like an AFL player. That's ALSO partly why she carries a Autograph Book around with her everyday. Her motto is, 'Hey, if the bus don't come to you, then you come to the bus!'
Thats kind of....strange.....
But hey! Best friends ARE strange things.




Hilary, my sausage dog, is probably the most important thing to me. EVER. Forever.
So, you can tell how mad I was when Sarah said she sold it on eBay for twenty bucks.
I kind of swelled and reddened like I usually do when I am mad.
“Heh..” she said sheepishly. “At least you can....have 50% of the....profit....”
I roared at her. Literally. But you gotta love sisters.So I took the $10 and bought myself another sausage dog. I named her Stephanie. She had purple ears and a black body. To make her special, I added a white flower clasp to her ear. Still, I don't feel really happy with Stephanie.
Like they say, “Nowadays don't just sell the sausage. Sell the sizzle, too!”
I feel like I've only been given a sausage. Kind of, because...well, she's a sausage dog. Get it?
Okay, soooo.....^v^
This feels kind of akward...


Anyway, today is Saturday.
That's the day when I have to clean out Kirry and Masha's cage. Kirry and Masha are my hamsters. They're boys. Kirry has grey spots on his orange body. Masha is just plain yellow.
You may be wondering why I called them girl names....It's a looong story. One that I will definetly be willing to tell.
So, it was my tenth birthday. I always have asked for a pet, like a cat or a bunny. But since those things were too big, Dad wanted to buy me a mouse like my brother, Darren. But Mum was worried they would breed. So, they bought me 2 hamsters. Dad and Mum named her Masha for me. They THOUGHT (<- READ THAT) Masha was a girl. So, when they saw Kirry, the estimated that HE was a girl.
Darren said he was with them when they bought it, and Mr Piper said the little boys (<- READ THAT AGAIN) were happy to be bought.
But I guess Kirry and Masha has stuck to them, so we can't change it. Though when they're older, they're gonna need a LOT of counselling.
Anyway, to clear the cage, this is what you need to do:

1. Take pet/pets, wheel, and feeding tools out of cage.
   
2. Throw out the straw and paper
   
3. Rinse cage thoroughly
   
4. Wipe dry
   
5. Put newspaper into cage
   
6. Layer some straw on top
   
7. Refill the food and water
   
8. Put all equipment in
   
9. Put pets back in and close the hatch
   

Usually this takes about half an hour because Kirry and Masha LOVE to run. Then, usually when I feel lazy and leave the cage to dry instead of using newspaper, Sarah and Darren co. rub mud and dirty paper on the wire. AND THEN I have to get mad at them, tell Mum and Dad, clean out the cage again,and it takes about TWO Hours! Which means I'll have missed Amelia's House on TV!
SAD....
Chapter Two - Stuff That Needs To Be Told
“I don't wanna sit back and see you hurt!” Sarah says, looking at her computer. “Cos without you....there ain't no sunlight! Cos without you, there ain't no specialty!”
“Baby!” Mum and Sarah chorus.
“Um, HELLO?” Darren says from the top of the stairs. “Somebo-dy is TRYING to study for graduation tests?”
“Whoopsie,” Mum giggles. “Sorry Darrie!”
There is a problem around here. Darren is in High School and in year twelve. That means it's the Annual Test in two weeks. And also, when Darren is scared he's in a bad mood, I think it's like when a hermit is scared it hides in it's shell. Only Darren's shell is fire, so I have a high risk of getting burnt.
The GOOD news is that he'll soon be shipped off to Dinsturd College or Maxford . Which means, as older sister, I'll get to move to his room, and out of my attic.
I'll move my Hello Kitty posters out and stick them on his wall. But wait, I'll give the room some flower wallpaper first. And then, I'll get to move my LPS collection on his waxed bookshelf.
I daydream for a while.
My mind pictures a princess castle, only not SO princessy. That would danger my tomgirl status.
Mum told me we're going to go to Millford hotel to spend the last week before Darren goes. Millford is this ah-mazing city beside the river. My cousin, Amelia Dashford lives there, but we don't usually stay at her place.
Aunt Holly and Uncle Harred are really nice. So, when it was Mum and Dad's anniversary last year, they gave them two passes for Luxem Hotel. They gave me, Darren and Sarah a babysitter. Her name is Judy. She's actually really cool. So whenever something is on, Mum always calls Jude.
Jude has short blonde hair, that would be best described as sun yellow. She has hoop earrings and a pierced nose. Her favourite jokes are about chimpanzees. Like, 'Hey Sarah, why does the ape have a big nose? Because they like to pick them!'
That kind of put us off our dinner, which was sultanas and apple pie. Although you have to admit, sultanas with bits of mushy apple on them look like booger? Urgh!
Anyway, lets go to bed now. It's 9:00 at night now.

Alliane Port~A Fresh Start

Author's note: This story is based on my experiences of moving. It's the first of a new series I'm writing: Alliane Port. Oh, and guess what? In my new school, I teach English at Indonesia! So you see...things get better!

Chapter One- Goodbye Brisbane!

We buckled our straps and looked out. The cool, crisp air was being replaced by the chilly atmosphere of planes.
"You ready, Alliane?" Dad said, squeezing my hand.
"Yep," I said, feeling confident.
"Attenshun," an Asian woman said. "We arre aboute to taik off. Pleise fassen you seetbelet."
Without warning, the strong wings fold open, like the wings of a resting dove. Suddenly, I realised how I was going to miss this place. No more Hailey, Mrs Hansworth, Darlhing Elementary. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Allie," Dad said. "Remember, whatever you do, promise yourself, you'll see this fresh land again."
I sobbed and whispered, "Y-yes....d-da-d...."
A few hours later, my stomach felt cold and empty. I ignored the feeling and flicked through a magazine.
My cheeks felt cold after the warm tears faded.
I wondered about my new school. Will I make any friends? Best friends? Enemies? Maria Florence was enough to get under my skin. Will the Indonesian kids be kind?

Chapter Two-
The frozen liquid slid down my dry throat.
Millions of black heads rubbed by my hair.
"Oy, Bambang!" a man yelled loudly.
A statue of a man and a woman wearing Javanese clothes glistened above our heads. Jill and Marcy, my twin sisters, blinked sleepily.
"Alliane!" Mum said. "Drink your milk!"
I gulped the rest of the frosty liquid. This milk had no cream. Instead it prickled my throat, a sickly sweet liquid.
A grey kitten sat on the stairs. I walked over to it and picked it up. "Mew," it whispered.
"Ush, Allie, put that down!" scolded dad. I wish I could take it, and stroke it more. I put down the little body. "Goodbye, Cloudy," I said, naming it.
The kitten opened it's mouth, but a fierce guard kicked it aside and ushered some Spanish tourists up the stairs.

"I wish you farewell," I said, a teeny teardrop falling on my cheek.
"This is so bowing!" Marcy said, twirling her hair. "Eeew, Jilly!"
Jill had her finger in her mouth.
"Jill!" I tutted. "What do you have left to bite?"
"Sooe, Awiame," she said in thumb speak.

Kim's City Side~Chapter one- Homeworking

4D was very noisy. It was a Friday afternoon.
"2 days of freedom!" Thaudeus exclaimed.
"Hush, 4D!" Mrs Darting bustled. "Now, everyone knows that the Milk Fair is coming soon, right?"
"Yep!" called out Sarah.
"Remember, your homework is to write a poem fir the Milk Poem contest!"
The bell rang. "Now you may go!"
Kim joined in the stream of kids through the door. She was careful not to hit her bag.
A great squeezing, a great streaming,
Of creamy white milk,
Ready to wash down leftover food,
While a cow is a-dreaming....

"Kim? Helooo!" Dahlia said. "Are you thinking about something?"
"Oh," Kim said, shaking her head. "Just thinking about the Milk Poem."
"I was too," Harry chipped in. "The name sounds dumb!"
He stuck his tongue out at Kim. "Teacher's pet!" he sang out before dashing away.

"I'll get that creep!" Dahlia said, shaking her fist. "Kim, what are you writing! It's been ten minutes! Mr Pittle's ice cream van will be leaving soon!"
She peered over Kim's shoulder.
Milk Poem
By Kimmy from 4D
A great sqe squeezing,
Of creamy white milk,
Ready
"Oh come on, Kim!" Dahlia whinged. 
"Oh, alright," Kim said, putting her book away.

Kim's City Side

Kimmy went to her room to get her Math book. On the way, she passed her parent's room.
“I don't know, Hugh,” her mother's voice went. “I don't think Kim's ready.”
“But, Sheila! Just think of it! Broadway, Shell, Broadway!” came her father's excited voice.
Kim pressed her ear against the door. It was evesdropping, but a
conversation with her name was just too interesting.
“NOT Brodway, Hugh! Harley Street! That's another country! Don't just think of yourself! We can't move to New York! Not now!” her mother persuaded.
Kim froze. Move? New York? Broadway? Words swirled in her head, and her heart swelled. Maybe Dad was joking? But no, they were so serious and excited....
This is Kim Hareth, twelve year old daughter of Hugh Hareth and Sheila Bridges. She lives in a flat in the outskirts of London. Happy? Yes, until she hears something she just can't except.
She moves, to the dazzling New York city, Harley Street. Kimmy'll just have to get used to crowded, spaceless, and rowdy. But she always secretly wishes of clean, fresh air, calm, peaceful parks, and quiet afternoons. Will she get to see Maryeth Road again?

Read Kim's City Side to find out.

Fire Doorway

Daphne is worried. Her house has burnt down, and her beloved grandma is ill. But when she moves from the dazzling Pricilla Road to the down-town graffiti-filled, St Micheal, she meets tough-girl Allianne. Maybe things are going to change? 

Read through the short, though miserable diary of Daphne Emily Rodger, as she records the ups and downs of her crazy life.

12/3
I feel so embarassed. Okay, so maybe I'm on the local newspaper, and next week we're having an interview with 7 News, and Sunshine News, but I feel it.
The reasons why I'm embarassed is: a) my house burned down b) everyone will laugh at me and c) well, does there have to be a c) ?!
"Where will we stay while they clean it out?" I asked my Dad.
"Hotel, where else?" Dad shrugged.
"This is SO exciting," my little brother, Tim, laughed. "I'm going to be a fireman and I'll save Marianne from  HUGEGANTIC fire!"
Marianne, his twin sister, giggled. They both posses the same personality: looking at the fun side of things.
"Cut it out, guys!" I said, shocked. Why would having your perfect house burnt down be good? It was good Auntie Kay dragged us off on the shopping trip, otherwise we would be lying in hospital, or worse!
"Shhh!" my older sister, Makaya, said. "Mum's talking to a police. Why don't we look at the wanted signs?"
I loved Makaya for being such a great big sister. We were in the police station, still carrying our  shopping bags. We were also holding toothbrushes and pj's from our night stay at my Uncle Harry's house.
13/3
Makaya is lying on the bed in Henderson Ridge Hotel. "I wish I were in my room," she whispers, pulling me into her bed. "I just can't get to sleep."
"Same," I say. Then I bite my lip. "I lost Fluffle."
Fluffle was a green bunny my great aunt Patricia gave me, two weeks before she died. I loved Great Aunt Patricia. But now Fluffle is in flames, or sooty black.
Mum hears me, and picks me up. "It's OK, Daphne, I'll get you some new toys soon."
But I don't want new toys, I want Fluffle. Luckily no-one in my school knows about her, even my BFF Miranda Hudson.
I lie about in bed all night, thinking. When I finally fall asleep, it's past midnight.
16/3

Sorry I haven't written in a while. It's because Granny Jodie is ill. I've drifted in and out of St Maguire hospital in tears, thinking.
Granny Jodie was the first person I ever smiled to as a baby. Her pink face was crinkled in granny-love, her hazel eyes laughing. But now her face is pale and crinkled in pain, her hazel eyes empty. It was all she could do to smile.
Right now I've been working on a scarf I'm making for her instead of writing. Mum says I should become a writer because I've always gotten A's for my English and spelling.
I'm going to write a short acoustic poem for Granny Jodie.

Good at making chicken soup
Rambles on and on about her childhood (when healthy)
Always there for you
Never gives up on you
Nice and generous
Yummy scones!

Just put in hospital
Oliver! is her favourite movie
Dancing maniac
Is a good hugger
Every day is a special day is her motto

There. I'm going to show it to Mum.
I've just shown her and she said in her posh voice, "Gorgeous, Daphne!"
Now I'm going to go to the resturant for dinner. It's good that it's the term holidays!

13/3
Granny Jodie is getting worse. It looks like I've got to stop writing in my diary for a while to finish the scarf. Either that or I'll have to write shorter entries. The scarf is marmalade, her favourite colour.
I've got to stop writing, cos we're going swimming soon. Gotta continue on the scarf...

20/3
Guess what? Yesterday we checked out of the hotel and went to see what the Police and Firemen salvaged from the fire. Fluffle is a bit blackish, but she's still OK.
Mum's taking us shopping at 3 o'clock, so we can buy toys and clothes. Our house is badly damaged, so we sold it to the builders. We're moving into St Micheal's in a few weeks. St Micheal, from what I've heard of, is the HQ of the rebels at our area, Pricilla Road. Luckily, Mum says we're only staying there for a few weeks.
We visited Granny Jodie at the hospital. She's getting a bit better, and it turns out she has Cancer. She's having some sort of operation. I showed her the poem and she hugged me. Now she's well enough to go around on a wheelchair, and she gathered enough energy to hug Makaya, Tim, Marianne, and me.
She also gave us all a gift: Marianne a hobby horse, Tim a fireman costume set, Makaya an iPod case and a pair of her very own high heels. She gave ME a dolphin necklace, and a purple padlocked diary.
"I know you have one already, but," Granny Jodie said warmly. "I thought you might want one in case I...you know..."
I know what she meant.
I've gotta stop writing because: a) I'm crying, b) my page is all wet, and c) my hands are hurting.

21/3
We went shopping for stuff today, at Garden Hall Shopping Village. Mum bought new clothes for all of us, but the ones I especially liked were a pair of green gel-strapped sandals and a tee that says PEACE in big purple letters.
Makaya went mad over an orange floral-print scarf, so Mum HAD to give in. Marianne hugged a teddy-bear t-shirt and dropped it in the trolley, and Tim grabbed a green ALIEN DUDE shirt and said he was in love.
Mum bought herself a red angel tee and Dad just sighed and dropped a Super Man sweater into the trolley.
Then, Mum said we had to split up. Mum would go with Tim, Dad with Marianne, and me with Makaya .
Makaya was handed a $20 dollar note. "Be careful what you buy," Dad warned, and dragged Marianne over to the little girl's toys.
Makaya didn't really want any toys, because she was 16, but she bought her self a lip-gloss making set, and some skull stickers. "To decorate my journal," she said, dropping it in the basket. "What do you want, Daph?"
I asked for an LPS and book, and Makaya waited for me to pick an LPS out, while she grabbed some confectionary.
After that, I eventually found Makaya and dragged her to a bookshop.  I picked out a Jaqueline Harvey book, and Makaya found herself some "exciting" book called Confessions of a Troubled Teen.
We all went to the cafe` where we were to meet, and Makaya handed me five bucks. I bought some fries and a coke for Makaya.
22/3
We've moved into St Micheal, and it's just two weeks till school. Marianne is playing with her new Barbies and my LPS, and Tim is playing with his Hot Wheels set.
Mum says I should go and explore, and I found: the public toilets covered with orange and purple graffiti, the park with the playground covered in green spray paint, and the pool, with no graffiti inside, but a whole bunch on the metal gates. Nice. I also see a gang of rebels, dressed in eye-catching colours. I thought they were supposed to keep their identities secret. Suddenly, a girl with purple and green hair walks toward me. She's the sort of girl who'd paint the teacher's backside pink and not regret it. She's also the sort of girl who I admire, not that it's a good habit.
She catches my eyes and grins with her bright pink lips. She looks younger than my sister, about 13. Great. I'm 11, and a wimpy target.
"Hey," she said. "You new around here? I haven't seen you 'round here."
"Er, yeah." I choked on my words. "I'm Daphne."
"Nice name," she said. "You from Pricilla Rd? I'm Alliane."
"Uh, yeah."
She laughed, her voice loud and beautiful. "The only word you've managed to say is yeah."
I laughed nervously. "Well," I managed. "See you 'round."
I walked away.
She was weird, weird but cool.

23/3
Today is Tim's sixth birthday. We invited some of our old friends from Pricilla Rd.  Miranda came in a purple sequined top and designer jeans.
She sniffed when she sees me, but grins. "Seriously? You live here? Why can't you stay at my place while they, like fix your house?"
"I know," I groaned in embarassment, "maybe we could have a sleepover sometime...."
Allianne peeked her head over the fence, this time her hair is black. "Hey Daphne!" she called, jumping over. "Who's that?"
"Uh, this is Miranda, my Bestie." I force a smile on my face, and fidget with my bitten nails.
The word "bestie" makes Alliane's face fall, and I feel guilty for no reason.
"Uh, okay, I should go now. Wanna help me decorate the sidewalk?"
"Can't...." I mumble.
"Oh, alright."
Gotta stop, we're going to plant some pansies in the garden.
27/3
Sorry I haven't written in a while. I feel guilty every time Mum buys me something. I think I'm starting to grow into 'Miss Bratty Princess'.
I met this girl called Beatrice. She says to call her "Beety". Miranda says she wants to give me a kitty for BFF day. Alliane comes over, mostly Thursday afternoon.
It's my birthday soon!

29/3
I haven't written in a while....Granny Jodie died on the 27/3 2013 5 o'clock. I feel so sad. Gosh, the pa// is w/t! S//ry about the smu/ge/. I miss all the times me and /er play/d togeth// in Mell/w P/rk. I s/ould st/p writing before my page flo/ds.

A few months later...

Now I am a different person. Miranda stopped being my friend, but she still gave me a furry little ball. I called my kitten Aurora. She's an Angora. Her fur matches my hair. Black. Now Alliane is my BFF. She's quirky, funny, and sarcastic sometimes. I'm glad. Now I read my story over and over again. Sometimes I cry at the Granny Jodie parts.
I guess thats me. :)
~Daphne

Poems

Stolen Goods
A bucket full of berries,
A pocketful of flowers,
A handful,
of stolen tomatoes,
From uncle peter's shed.

All of the goods,
In return,
for $10 and 50 c.
That's all in good favour,
Till uncle peter's anxious,
To get all the change,
To pay for a paver!

Taste
Oh,
The fabulous feeling,
That the ice-cream creates,
A delicious cool subsistence,
Melting on one's fate.
How your tongue comes for more!

The puffy candy floss,
How it looks so beautiful,
When you pluck a few puffs.
And pop them in your watering mouth,
Making a sugary pile!

Sarah of Lake Munroe Blurb

To Diane, who's a live wrapped cupcake.
( that sounds weird :-) )


* I was there, in my room with Mr Miller, the tall, wealthy Scottish man with me.*
 Meet Sarah, the ten year old girl with her own river. Her Mother left when she was one, her father died, and she's taken away to the wretched orphanage. But Sarah is lucky. She meets her mum, and together, they lead an exciting life of striving.
Diane is Jaqueline Wilson, the second. Read Sarah of Lake Munroe for free in the fabulous blog,
Dianeandherwritingworld.wordpress.com

Anya Rafa of stories-by-anya.blogspot.com : Fabulous read, great description and soft text. My heart is weeping.

Smiling may you come and smiling may you go. :)

A Wrapped Cup Cake

I stared out the window and sighed. A group of raggedy kids, even a lady and her baby, were standing a few paces back from the Gold Cammer and waving.
In a few minutes Sammeth Street would come into view, and the countryside view, old faded barns and cornfields would disappear. In it's place would be shining horses and wagons, frilly old ladies and golden carriages.

Blurb

Ivy ran into her room, sobbing. Why did she have to leave Europe, so suddenly? Is there something going on, she thought.
Matt, her brother had said "We're broke."

Meet Ivanne Solasticce Maut. The rich, pretty girl in the green skirt. But not for long. Mr Solasticce's oil company was ruined when a great big wave pulverised it. Ivy, Matt, Laureane and Hugh move into the blistery hot India, where camels are worth a river of gold. It seems bad, but Ivanne has a strong point, she can make friends. Will India be as tough as it is, or is it really a wrapped cupcake?
Read to find out!
~ Anya
To: Felicia feliciaclar.wordpress.com , and Malia Gillouin. Sorry if the adress is wrong! :D

Random Apple Poem

Apples
An apple,
A golden apple,
A green granny smith.

When you bite it it's juicy,
When you hold it it's hard,
Bite it,
It's crunchy,
No more fits!

A medicine for all,
As they say,
An apple a day,
Keeps the doctor away!

I just posted this from Indonesia!!!! Eek!

So Far.....

Okay, so, sorry I haven't been on much. I guess its because A, I'm on my youtube channel too much (Bushberry233), B, we're packing to go to Indonesia, and C, well does there have to be a C?
This is a quick story I wrote...

Misti and Lace

A long time ago, in the busy streets of London, other than the stray dogs, people, and tourists, there were cats. Six of them, to be exact. Mittens, Crawl, Mother Cat, Darcy, Misti, and Lace. Mittens and Darcy were very naughty, and Crawl was a blind kitten that lived with Mother Cat, Lace, and Misti.
Eventually, news came along that Darcy was taken by a young boy named Greg, and Mittens was taken to the pet store after an incident involving a rich lady's satin gloves and too much ginger ale.
One day, as Mother Cat helped Crawl along the side of the road, a horse cart moved forward. In the front, a man in a fine tailored suit whipped the rope across the black and brown horse's backs.
"Mother?" tiny Crawl mumbled. "I can walk myself just fine!"
"You want to?" Lace advised. "It would be safer at the park or next to the pet store."
Suddenly, just as Mother Cat let Crawl go, the whip of the horses swung in between the horses. Crawl had somehow wandered in there, and Misti hissed in surprise as it whipped the poor orange tabby on the head. The horses were surprised of Misti's yell, leered forward in alarm. The stage coach driver toppled forward, grabbing the edge of his seat just in time.
Mother Cat swiftly ducked under and pulled the bleeding kitten out of the way.
To be continued....

The Magic Door (Part Two)

That night, Hazel, Charlotte and Hilary lay in soft feather beds. It was a chilly night, and they were lying in the guest room. Each girl had their own bed. Their hair was damp from their previous hot bathes.
"I can't belive it," Charlotte said, twirling her brown curls around her finger and looking at the others. "All we were expecting was some leftovers..."
"This dress is much too fancy," Hilary complained.
*
That

The Three Orphans

This is a story where I, Anya Rafa, am attempting to write old-fashioned.  If it sounds weird, don't hesitate to let me know. 

A girl and her friends stood at the door, the door that would change their lives forever.

Hazel, Charlotte, and Hilary were their names. They wore battered clothing and had tangled hair. Their fingernails were filled with dirt.
"Should....should we open it?" Charlotte stuttered to no one in particular.
"I do NOT know," Hilary managed.
"Come on guys," Hazel chuckled nervously. "Once we get inside, they'll give us hot baths nd new clothes, serve us potato pie and pudding, and we'll live like princesses!"
"I don't WANT to be a princess," Hilary pulled a face.
"I wouldn't mind," Charlotte said thoughtfully.
"Okay," Hazel muttered, ignoring the other girls. "Here goes."
Hazel dusted her battered pants, ran her fingers through her hair, and placed her filthy hand on the door knob.
She took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Wait!" Charlotte shrieked. "You're supposed to KNOCK! God knows WHAT will happen to u--"
Hilary covered her mouth. "Quiet!" she hissed. She pulled the door shut. "First we need to get clean."
Charlotte spotted a clay birdbath nearby and washed the three girls washed their faces.
As they did so, their hearts ached with jealousy. How unfair it was that BIRDS were cleaner than them!
After that, Hazel found a small, thin, stick, and the girls took turns cleaning their nails as best as they could.
Finally, Hilary licked her lips and knocked. After a brief moment,  the door opened to reveal a grumpy woman, wearing a fine satin dress and blue silk scarf.
"Can I help you?" she sniffed in a posh voice.
"Uh," Hilary stepped forward. "Can we, er, I mean, may, uh, may we...h-have a meal?"
"Humph!" the lady rolled her eyes. "Just wipe your feet."
The girls, guessing this was their invitation, wiped their filthy feet on a woven green mat and stepped inside.
The wide room contained an impressive fluffy white rug,  a brick fire place, and a fine antique grandfather clock.
"Maid?" a soft voice called. "Who is it?"
"Just some street-girls wanting supper," the lady replied.
The girls, shocked that the lady they'd encountered was a maid, suddenly felt shy and stupid.
Suddenly, across a narrow hall, a beautiful lady strode into the room. Her dress was pure silk, with a floral bodice and winged sleeves. On her pale neck, a gold chain held a diamond in place.
"Oh, my!" the lady said smiling kindly. "My name is Victoria Fields. That lady beside you, is my maid, Andrea Morsoe. Who are you?"
Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, but Hazel, as the leader of the gang, stepped forward and cleared her throat.
"My name is Hazel Williams, and these are my friends; Hilary Jones and Charlotte Smith." She smiled nervously.
"Well," Victoria said. "I have been looking for some workers..." she paused. "Maid?"
"Yes, ma'am?" Andrea replied.
"Bring these girls some of Dorothy's old clothes," Victoria smiled.
To be continued.....

Sizzling Start

Food Fraud
"Uh, Casey?" my little sister Maria said nervously. "My food is moving!"
I raised my eyebrows. "Come ON Maria! It's just food."
"But!" she mumbled looking past me.
"Come on, Maria, just go back to eating your....." my voice trailed off as a saw a green hand with long sharp claws reach out and try to grab me.
"MUUUUM!" me and Maria wailed, clutching each other.

Autumn leaves

This is just a poem I wrote at school that I quite liked.

A carpet of red,
A scattering of golden wings,
twirling as it falls,
 Happy to release its cling.

Children giggle and kick,
Jumping about,
They play, and when they have finished raking,
They give a might HOORAY!

Ladybugs squirm,
They flutter,
And they twirl,
Through the gorgeous amber pile,
In the autumn afternoon.

The Three Star Hotel (2) - The New Girl

Words from the author:

So far, life for Star is all happiness... It's time for a change, starting with a new friend........

Chapter One

It's one of those times when you think about having a younger sibling. Maybe, in my case, another younger sibling. 
Right now, I'm imagining a trip to the park, pushing the small stroller around, and telling her how to make noises.
My sister Dollie can already speak, (unfortunately!) and sometimes she says annoying things, but it's kind've OK because she's three. 
Apparently, my mum doesn't want another baby, 'cos she doesn't want her small hips to explode. 
So here I am daydreaming, my mouth open, on the dinner table. 
"Close your mouth, darling," Mum says, spoon-feeding Dollie mashed potatoes and peas as she scribbles me a letter in her messy scrawl.
Suddenly, she's standing by my side, smiling her cute gap-toothed smile.
"Hewe you awe, Staw!" she grins, holding out a sheet of red paper with a squiggly picture of a star. 
I open it up:
Deer STaR,
Ay Lov YooO
LoV DoLleY

Cute. 
"Uh, thanks, Dollie," I mumble.
"Youw welcome!" Dollie says, hugging me.
 *
"So," Katie says, chuckling. "She wrote you a letter?"
"I think it sounds cute!" Ginger complains. 
"Yeah, I guess it does," I say. Me, Katie and Ginger are on the lawn at school, talking little-sisters and messy letters.
"Hey," Katie says, changing the subject. "I heard there's gonna be a new student at school."
"Really!" me and Ginger say, sounding interested.
"Yeah, and her name's Ros Martin." 
"How'd you know?" I ask.
"School website," she mumbles, taking a bite of her carrot sticks. "Here." She shows us her laptop.
"Oh, yeah," Ginger grins. "Do you know how you can get to know more people?"              
"Typical Ginger," Katie mutters. "There's the school profile page." She flicks to a page.
"Ooh!" Ginger smiles. "Kim Frendher looks nice!"
She points to a picture of a tall, slim, brown haired girl.
"She looks friendly! Oooh! And look! There's you Star!" Ginger shouts.
And, of course, she's right. There's a picture of a short, black haired girl flashing a shy smile.
"They must've used the school photo," Katie laughs. "Hey, scroll up, that's me!"
Why is Katie so confident! There's a photo of Katie, sticking her tongue out at the camera, her eyebrows raised, eyes laughing.
"Where's me?" Ginger stutters looking around.
"Uh, um, oh! There you are!!" I say, grinning widely.
Katie and Ginger look toward the screen and that's when I feel sad.
Why am I always the shy one? Sometimes it's so infuriating! Even my sister is braver than me!
 *
Katie is right. The next day, most of the class is gathered around Ros Martin as if she is a new exhibition  at the zoo. At first I don't see her, but then I notice a tall, pink-streaky haired girl, a smile forced on her timid face.
"Nice hair!" Madison Dovonan, the class diva purrs.
If I were her I would stare, but she doesn't even glance.
But when she notices me, her her whole face lights up and she mumbles some sorries and shoves her way towards me. Big mistake. Compared to me, she's a light house!
"Hey!" she says, grinning. Not what I expected. Her voice is so soft and cheery. "What's you're name?"
"Uh, Star," I say uneasily.
"Wow! Cool name!" she gushes. I fidget with my shirt.
Madison shoots a fiery glare at me and storms off. She probably wants a praiser, too.

Chapter Two

After school, I tell Dad all about Ros.
"She sounds like a very friendly girl," he says, nodding.
I sigh, pulling off my bicycle helmet.
"What?" Dollie says, trying to climb on my bike.
"Nothing, and get off my bike," I say, exasperated, tugging her off.
"Daddy, can I have a bike?" she asks, her eyes wide.
"Maybe we can get you a tricycle first," Dad says gently, lifting her up into the house.
As I wander inside, a sweet, creamy aroma fills my nose.
"What've you been cooking, Mum?" I sniff.
"Oh, just Pandan cake, Star, honey," she says, walking into the room. "You can have some while you do your homework."
"'Kay Mum," I say, shrugging off my coat.
The next day, Ros finally explains.
"I know I'm a bit annoying, but I can't help it, 'cos I haven't got any new friends, and looking at you is like looking at the mirror," she says limply.
"Nah, s'okay I suppose," I shrug, grinning.
"Plus, it feels fun not being the only shy person, though judging by your hair, you're braver than me!" I chuckle.
"Thanks!" she beams, face shining. "I thought you were braver than me!"
"Seriously?"
"Hey Star!" Katie says, "have you heard the news?"
"What news?" I ask, puzzled.
"C'mon," she grins dragging me off. I manage to shoot Ros an apolligetic glance and shrug.
"That," Katie says, pointing to a new piece of paper pinned to the dash-board.
In bold letters is says:

On the 29th of April, there will be an exciting trip to St Mahillan Orphanage where students will write articles about the history and story of the orphans. They will write an article in which they will send to the Daily Globe newspaper. 

To sign in you must write your name, age and parent name  in the list below. The deadline to sign up will be the 24th of April. 

Name:                           Age:         Parent Name:

Madeline Morris    14   Jessica and Micheal Morris
Angus Cloud     11    Audrey Cloud
Mandy Richsten 13   Mary and Tim Richsten
Katie Richards  13   Alvin and Kristy Richards
Ginger Mattson  14  Guy and Allie Mattson
Allie Mason    12  Marina and Drey Mason 

"You should sign up now!"  Katie grins. "There are only two spots left!"
"I dunno..." I sigh uncomfortably. I've never actually said no to Katie."What about Ros?"
"Who cares about Ros?!!" Katie shouts, her face changing mildly. "Ever since Ros has been here, she's been stealing you with all her praises!" She says the name Ros with disgust.
I stand there, mouth half open, tears welling in my eyes. I never thought Katie was jealous of anything. "W-well I c-can't help it if I-I - have a f-friend like me f-for once!"I stutter.
"I guessed so! You were pretty stupid then, soaking up to all her silly statements! Ooh, what nice hair you have, Star! Oh, Star, you're a star!" Katie sneers, then stormed off.
To make matters worse, Madison Donovan appears, smirking. "So," she says, eyebrows raised. "Looks like you're own best friend hates you. I'd be your friend, but," she pauses, pointing to a photo of Ros, Ginger, Katie and me, "you already have a fan." She looks at me pityingly.
"Well looks like you don't have a friend, either," a voice says. Ginger! What? First Katie shouts at me, next Ginger's standing up for me! Never has she done that, except from the time she told a cat to go away in kindergarten. 
"Wha - ?" we shout.
"Please don't wha' at me," she says, "anyway, stop being mean to her! I'm her friend! And by the way, Ros isn't a fan, she's a very ni -"
"No I'm not," a small, soft voice says. Ros stands in the doorway, small, sad, sorry. 
"Well, uh, the fourth session bell has rang, and, I uh, don't wanna be late, so I'm gonna go," Madison points her thumb at the hallway and scrambles away.
"Well, I guess I gotta go," Ros says weakly. 
"No, wait!" I shout as she starts to walk away.
"What?"
"Well, maybe we can sort Katie out, somehow..." I say.
"Really?!" Ros says.
"Maybe.." Ginger looks at me knowingly. "After we sort out your red eyes!"
The End