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Tuesday, June 5, 2007
my stories
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Maeve Q
Ava lives in Greenvale with her mam and dad and her kitten Zelda. Her best friend Carla lives down three doors to the left. Her house was yellow like every other house in the road but her mam painted it purple in the middle of the night about two years ago, and Ava was afraid to show her face in public for a week.
I was eating my breakfast when my mam told me to come home on time that evening. I was feeling quite edgy as I was walking home from school that evening. I stood and stared as I got to my gate. A large sign was standing in my garden. I ran into the kitchen. My mam and dad were talking to a man in a posh business suit. I asked my mam what she was thinking. She said she thought that this was the best way to tell me. “Our house is for sale? We’ve only just got here and you want me to move again? I can’t believe you!” I yelled. I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.
Afterwards mam came up to me and explained that the house cost too much and my dad had got a job offer, he couldn’t afford to turn it down. It was in Spain!
I invited my best-friend Carla over for a sleep over. We played pop stars and told stories. We both were really excited because our school concert was the next night! One of our teachers had asked us to sing in it and we had been practising for ages!
It was the night of the concert and we were in the stuffy dressing rooms at the back of the theatre.
Carla and I were onstage first and we were hyper. We walked on. Every body clapped. The lights shone on our faces. I think we sang ok.
At the break a man came up to us and said we were good and should start busking. We thought it was a good idea and we tried it and we got a good bit of money.
On the following Sunday I got an idea. Why didn’t we try and make enough money so I could stay here? It would take a long time but it would be worth it.
We went busking whenever we could and practised in every spare moment and, gradually, we got better. One Saturday night we were busking and this woman came up to us and sat for two songs, then she started talking to us. We chatted for ages and she advised us to make up our own songs. We agreed it was a good idea.
Every time we went busking we met Alsha. She was awfully kind and she seemed to be truly interested in our singing.
Unknown to the girls, Alsha was actually planning a gig for them. It was in a large theatre at the south side of the city. Carla and Ava had been working hard on their songs, sometimes ‘til quite late.
Carla and I had written a few songs. I would be leaving in 4 months. On one of our songs I wanted one line here and Carla wanted it there and we started to fight. We had just reached shouting level when Alsha burst through the door with an enormous smile on her face, but her face fell when she saw us fighting.” I thought I would bring you shopping, my treat.” We stopped and looked at her. “Cool!” Carla cried. “HEY!” I butted in, “ how did you know where my house was?” “ I have contacts” joked Alsha.
We went shopping and were there for about three hours. We bought some class outfits. Carla said she felt like a pop star. I thought Alsha had a funny look in her eye just then…
When I got home Alsha told us to put on our fave outfits quickly, the ones that made us feel like pop stars. We did, and Alsha then got out the make up and jewellery we had bought. We put on the jewellery and Alsha did our make up. She took us out to her car and my mam came to the door and wished us good luck as we drove off. We went towards the south side, stopping in front of the big concert hall. A huge poster of Carla and I was stuck up on the double doors. “ A gig?!” I asked, daring to believe. “ In two hours, to be precise!” answered Alsha, obviously excited. Carla stared at Alsha her eyes wide open. “Come on,” continued Alsha, “we don’t have all day and you have to pick your songs.”
Was this actually happening? This was amazing!! Unbelievable. I couldn’t breath. Then suddenly, adrenaline kicked in and I ran and hugged Carla and Alsha.
It was five minutes before the show. The girls were Franticly rushing and making last minute changes to their hair, make up and jewellery. Three minutes to go. Two. One. SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!!!
The lights shone in my eyes as I walked onstage. The music started. The heat was tremendous. The crowd was quiet. I couldn’t see the audience. Carla started singing. I waited ‘til she finished her piece then I started my part, then we sang together. At the end, we got into our positions, Carla in her “Lord Of The Dance” pose, and I went into the splits. The crowd ROARED! It was amazing!
We sang the rest of our songs and we received the same amount of applause and cheering for each song. “I might be able to stay after all- we might have made enough money!” I yelled at Carla.
Epilogue
They didn’t make enough money through the gig, but in the months to come no less than three recording studios asked them to sing for them, and of course the girls gladly accepted all of the offers, having more than enough songs. Alsha became their manager and Ava and her family were able to stay.
superstar
Maeve Q
Ava lives in Greenvale with her mam and dad and her kitten Zelda. Her best friend Carla lives down three doors to the left. Her house was yellow like every other house in the road but her mam painted it purple in the middle of the night about two years ago, and Ava was afraid to show her face in public for a week.
I was eating my breakfast when my mam told me to come home on time that evening. I was feeling quite edgy as I was walking home from school that evening. I stood and stared as I got to my gate. A large sign was standing in my garden. I ran into the kitchen. My mam and dad were talking to a man in a posh business suit. I asked my mam what she was thinking. She said she thought that this was the best way to tell me. “Our house is for sale? We’ve only just got here and you want me to move again? I can’t believe you!” I yelled. I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.
Afterwards mam came up to me and explained that the house cost too much and my dad had got a job offer, he couldn’t afford to turn it down. It was in Spain!
I invited my best-friend Carla over for a sleep over. We played pop stars and told stories. We both were really excited because our school concert was the next night! One of our teachers had asked us to sing in it and we had been practising for ages!
It was the night of the concert and we were in the stuffy dressing rooms at the back of the theatre.
Carla and I were onstage first and we were hyper. We walked on. Every body clapped. The lights shone on our faces. I think we sang ok.
At the break a man came up to us and said we were good and should start busking. We thought it was a good idea and we tried it and we got a good bit of money.
On the following Sunday I got an idea. Why didn’t we try and make enough money so I could stay here? It would take a long time but it would be worth it.
We went busking whenever we could and practised in every spare moment and, gradually, we got better. One Saturday night we were busking and this woman came up to us and sat for two songs, then she started talking to us. We chatted for ages and she advised us to make up our own songs. We agreed it was a good idea.
Every time we went busking we met Alsha. She was awfully kind and she seemed to be truly interested in our singing.
Unknown to the girls, Alsha was actually planning a gig for them. It was in a large theatre at the south side of the city. Carla and Ava had been working hard on their songs, sometimes ‘til quite late.
Carla and I had written a few songs. I would be leaving in 4 months. On one of our songs I wanted one line here and Carla wanted it there and we started to fight. We had just reached shouting level when Alsha burst through the door with an enormous smile on her face, but her face fell when she saw us fighting.” I thought I would bring you shopping, my treat.” We stopped and looked at her. “Cool!” Carla cried. “HEY!” I butted in, “ how did you know where my house was?” “ I have contacts” joked Alsha.
We went shopping and were there for about three hours. We bought some class outfits. Carla said she felt like a pop star. I thought Alsha had a funny look in her eye just then…
When I got home Alsha told us to put on our fave outfits quickly, the ones that made us feel like pop stars. We did, and Alsha then got out the make up and jewellery we had bought. We put on the jewellery and Alsha did our make up. She took us out to her car and my mam came to the door and wished us good luck as we drove off. We went towards the south side, stopping in front of the big concert hall. A huge poster of Carla and I was stuck up on the double doors. “ A gig?!” I asked, daring to believe. “ In two hours, to be precise!” answered Alsha, obviously excited. Carla stared at Alsha her eyes wide open. “Come on,” continued Alsha, “we don’t have all day and you have to pick your songs.”
Was this actually happening? This was amazing!! Unbelievable. I couldn’t breath. Then suddenly, adrenaline kicked in and I ran and hugged Carla and Alsha.
It was five minutes before the show. The girls were Franticly rushing and making last minute changes to their hair, make up and jewellery. Three minutes to go. Two. One. SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!!!
The lights shone in my eyes as I walked onstage. The music started. The heat was tremendous. The crowd was quiet. I couldn’t see the audience. Carla started singing. I waited ‘til she finished her piece then I started my part, then we sang together. At the end, we got into our positions, Carla in her “Lord Of The Dance” pose, and I went into the splits. The crowd ROARED! It was amazing!
We sang the rest of our songs and we received the same amount of applause and cheering for each song. “I might be able to stay after all- we might have made enough money!” I yelled at Carla.
Epilogue
They didn’t make enough money through the gig, but in the months to come no less than three recording studios asked them to sing for them, and of course the girls gladly accepted all of the offers, having more than enough songs. Alsha became their manager and Ava and her family were able to stay.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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Thanks to "Politico Rodrigues" who left a helpfull comment.
If this is you, I tried. She still says she made it! I have contacted our local wool shop, and she said they did
have that green wool in the shop, but she would have advised people to put about 15 stiches in a row. Mam put 60!
If she dosen't cop on soon I will tell the police ( or at least I will pretend I will)
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Friday, May 25, 2007
I've a problem!
I've a problem! please leave a note with your advice!
It all started about a month ago when I left my scarf at dance class. I couldnt see it anywhere there the next week or the next! then a few days ago, my mam stopped in front of the local library, talking to her freind. Kate, my little sister, yelled at me to come over. She was peering in a window looking into the library. I looked in and there was my scarf! I rushed in, to find it was in an exibit from the local day-care center! I held it up, it still smelled of me, exept right in the middle there was an area that smelled like it had been sprayed with an air freshiner! You are thinking "how can she be sure its hers?". I will tell you. My MAM knit it for me. If you are at all familiar with knitting, you will know that if you use very thin, "hairy" wool, you are meant to use quite thick, fat needles. My mam used tiny ones and she used up 8 balls of wool on it when she could have used 2. Also, since she had so many stitches that the middle streched out and the ends looked all frilly. There were little balls of dyed fluff stiched into the wool, and the one in the exibits peices of fluff have gone grey, just like mine did,from wear. There are bald patches on it.
I told the librarian that it was mine, so she phoned the center, but the nurse there said she could
vouch that it was an old lady from a village not so far away. Ya right! like a little was going to drive 25 miles to a shop (our local wool shop dosn't stock that brand) to by 8 balls of garish green wool, then knit it with totally wrong sized needles, wear bald patcheds in it, turn the coloured balls grey, give it my small and put it in a compitition! I even have a photo of me wearing it!
I couln't see how she got it, but recently it struck me that bingo is held in the same hall we have dancing in, only a few nights later! I don't want to hurt the"knitters" feelings, but me and my mam wan't it back! Any suggestion?
It all started about a month ago when I left my scarf at dance class. I couldnt see it anywhere there the next week or the next! then a few days ago, my mam stopped in front of the local library, talking to her freind. Kate, my little sister, yelled at me to come over. She was peering in a window looking into the library. I looked in and there was my scarf! I rushed in, to find it was in an exibit from the local day-care center! I held it up, it still smelled of me, exept right in the middle there was an area that smelled like it had been sprayed with an air freshiner! You are thinking "how can she be sure its hers?". I will tell you. My MAM knit it for me. If you are at all familiar with knitting, you will know that if you use very thin, "hairy" wool, you are meant to use quite thick, fat needles. My mam used tiny ones and she used up 8 balls of wool on it when she could have used 2. Also, since she had so many stitches that the middle streched out and the ends looked all frilly. There were little balls of dyed fluff stiched into the wool, and the one in the exibits peices of fluff have gone grey, just like mine did,from wear. There are bald patches on it.
I told the librarian that it was mine, so she phoned the center, but the nurse there said she could
vouch that it was an old lady from a village not so far away. Ya right! like a little was going to drive 25 miles to a shop (our local wool shop dosn't stock that brand) to by 8 balls of garish green wool, then knit it with totally wrong sized needles, wear bald patcheds in it, turn the coloured balls grey, give it my small and put it in a compitition! I even have a photo of me wearing it!
I couln't see how she got it, but recently it struck me that bingo is held in the same hall we have dancing in, only a few nights later! I don't want to hurt the"knitters" feelings, but me and my mam wan't it back! Any suggestion?
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