To: The Principal
From: Jasper Esmerelda Horace-Jones
Subject: Argument
Date: 29 January 2009
I was jogging in the hallway trying to lose weight when I came across a loud crowd. I made my way through and to my surprise, it was the school's most famous best friend forever group, the 'Famous Fabulous Five.'
It consisted of Marcy May, top baby-sitter, Bob Benny, world record corn eater, Deeny Dun, the school's garden expert, Cool Cara, the winner of the hottest female student poll, and Todd, the richest and most popular student.
Usually they attracted attention, but what surprised me was that they were arguing! The triple F Best Friends forever club members never fought. It was their policy.
I decided to stay and I soon found out that Deeny Dun, had stolen Bob Benny's corn paste and shared it with Cool Cara. But Cool Cara had told Marcy May and now Todd was siding with Deeny Dun.
They screamed and berated until Todd punched Bob Benny's soft stomach flab and he keeled over. Girls screamed loudly. Then more chaos ensued.
Cool Cara accidentally stepped on Marcy May's new leather sneakers and they started yelling at each other. Then Bob Benny body slammed Deeny Dun and she fell over and destroyed Todd's brand new hairstyle.
Todd started shouting at Deeny Dun and then he gave her a bloody nose. Deeny Dun fell back and collided with Marcy May. Marcy May then scolded Deeny Dun for staining her new designer blouse with blood.
Marcy May said, "Just because you're a garden expert doesn't mean you have to soil my blouse!" Her lame excuse for a joke was so pathetic that Todd sided with her. Then Cool Cara stamped her foot childishly because she had a crush on Todd.
Then Bob Benny gave Todd a black eye because he didn't believe in taking sides. But the final straw was when Deeny Dun pulled out Bob Benny's stolen corn knife and threatened to injure Marcy May for farting on her face.
Everyone shrieked and a finally a teacher came running. He interrogated them and then quoted to them some wise words proclaimed by the famous pop-star Giselle Lewis.
" 'The word friend stands for Patience, Acceptance and La-di-dah. The greatest acronym of all time'. It's my favourite quote."
So the triple F best friends forever club was saved. If Mr. Jacquard hadn't come, the school would have gone to pieces. Mr. Jacquard's wisdom and great memory saved us all.
The Famous Fabulous Five said sorry to each other and promised to always remember the acronym for friend:
Patience, Acceptance and La-di-dah. The greatest acronym of all time.
Reported by: Jasper Esmerelda Horace-Jones
(composed 29th Jan '09)
Tadaaah
This is a continuation of my story thingy by Zoe Tai, my poser psycho cousin. :D
I didn't edit it so you can see the way she writes. PLEEEASE DO THE THE STORY THING TOOOOOOOOOO......
"WHAT?" she cried.
"Shush! It's nothing. Don't-- don't lose it."
"How can you tell me to calm down in the midst of-- of THIS?"
"I'm sorry. Please, don't lose your head."
"That's too late! You've ruined everything."
"Don't say that. I'll-- I'll fix it."
"No you can't. It's done."
"Let me make it up to you then."
"NO! You can't. You're so irrational. How could you, Taylor!?"
"Well, it's just turned out that way!"
"Look, this is due in tomorrow and there is no way we can finish it now."
"Just calm down! Take a breath. Don't you ever stop worrying, Amelia?"
Amelia simply sighed and looked at Taylor. "You have a solution for this, Tay?"
"Well not exactly. But well-"
"You don't even have a solution for this and you're asking me to CALM DOWN? This is worth like, 50% of my grade!"
"I know. And I said I was sorry!"
"Yeah. And you said it was 'nothing'. Its not nothing! It's everything!"
Just then, Alyssa walked into the room.
"I did NOT say it was nothing! Did I Alyssa?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah you did! Taylor did didn't she, Alyssa?" Amelia then said.
"Will you guys just STOP arguing? I can't remember if Taylor did or not, after all this argument has been going on for ages and I'm sure the readers are bored of you guys arguing so there. What are you fighting about anyway?" Alyssa asked.
"This!" Amelia held out a soggy piece of paper.
"Um, what is that?" Alyssa said.
Amelia and Taylor started talking at once.
"STOP!" screamed Christen. "I can't listen to my music, okay?" Christen turned away with a flick of her hair and walked off.
Amelia frowned at Taylor and said, "It's all your fault."
"My fault?" Taylor gasped.
"Yes! And now Miss Lauren is going to kill me for not handing in my hand drawn map of Weirndosia. It took ages since it is such an exclusive and elegant place."
"Will you all ever keep quiet?" Alyssa asked. "It's late. There's nothing you can do now. We should just go to sleep."
"Whatever," Amelia said and stomped to her room.
The next day, Miss Lauren was away and the class had a replacement teacher instead. Amelia sighed with relief when she heard that.
"See, everything worked out fine," Taylor told Amelia.
"Yes. But as a punnishment, you have to redo my map for me."
"Fine, fine."
But a very unfortunate event happened as Taylor walked out of school that day.
A speeding car zoomed past the school, taking Taylor along with it. She was smushed under the car and the driver rushed out to help her but it was too late. Taylor had been long gone. But hey, Amelia and Alyssa got the whole month off from school.
THE END.
By Zoeeeeeee. :D
Hope you were entertained!!
I didn't edit it so you can see the way she writes. PLEEEASE DO THE THE STORY THING TOOOOOOOOOO......
"WHAT?" she cried.
"Shush! It's nothing. Don't-- don't lose it."
"How can you tell me to calm down in the midst of-- of THIS?"
"I'm sorry. Please, don't lose your head."
"That's too late! You've ruined everything."
"Don't say that. I'll-- I'll fix it."
"No you can't. It's done."
"Let me make it up to you then."
"NO! You can't. You're so irrational. How could you, Taylor!?"
"Well, it's just turned out that way!"
"Look, this is due in tomorrow and there is no way we can finish it now."
"Just calm down! Take a breath. Don't you ever stop worrying, Amelia?"
Amelia simply sighed and looked at Taylor. "You have a solution for this, Tay?"
"Well not exactly. But well-"
"You don't even have a solution for this and you're asking me to CALM DOWN? This is worth like, 50% of my grade!"
"I know. And I said I was sorry!"
"Yeah. And you said it was 'nothing'. Its not nothing! It's everything!"
Just then, Alyssa walked into the room.
"I did NOT say it was nothing! Did I Alyssa?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah you did! Taylor did didn't she, Alyssa?" Amelia then said.
"Will you guys just STOP arguing? I can't remember if Taylor did or not, after all this argument has been going on for ages and I'm sure the readers are bored of you guys arguing so there. What are you fighting about anyway?" Alyssa asked.
"This!" Amelia held out a soggy piece of paper.
"Um, what is that?" Alyssa said.
Amelia and Taylor started talking at once.
"STOP!" screamed Christen. "I can't listen to my music, okay?" Christen turned away with a flick of her hair and walked off.
Amelia frowned at Taylor and said, "It's all your fault."
"My fault?" Taylor gasped.
"Yes! And now Miss Lauren is going to kill me for not handing in my hand drawn map of Weirndosia. It took ages since it is such an exclusive and elegant place."
"Will you all ever keep quiet?" Alyssa asked. "It's late. There's nothing you can do now. We should just go to sleep."
"Whatever," Amelia said and stomped to her room.
The next day, Miss Lauren was away and the class had a replacement teacher instead. Amelia sighed with relief when she heard that.
"See, everything worked out fine," Taylor told Amelia.
"Yes. But as a punnishment, you have to redo my map for me."
"Fine, fine."
But a very unfortunate event happened as Taylor walked out of school that day.
A speeding car zoomed past the school, taking Taylor along with it. She was smushed under the car and the driver rushed out to help her but it was too late. Taylor had been long gone. But hey, Amelia and Alyssa got the whole month off from school.
THE END.
By Zoeeeeeee. :D
Hope you were entertained!!
Rebecca
"Will you marry me?" Lucas asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Becky sighed impatiently. "No, I shan't. I've told you countless times, I don't want to marry you."
Lucas looked hurt. Becky ignored him and turned away. She didn't like these times when Lucas started feeling romantic.
"Please Becky. You know I love you so." Lucas said in an injured tone. Becky looked at him and took a deep breath.
"You know I can't marry you. You're my best friend. If I marry you, I'll lose the friendship." said Becky, somewhat foolishly.
Lucas shook his head. "No, no. Becky, if you marry me, our friendship will be stronger. You will not lose me, for I shall love you always." Lucas picked a flower from the ground and placed it in Becky's palm.
Becky turned her hand and looked away, exasperated.
"Becky," Lucas said, in a sad voice. "Will you please marry me?" At this, Becky lost her temper. She whirled around and glared at Lucas.
"Leave me alone! I don't want to marry you. I don't love you and I don't need you. I shall never marry you." With this, she ran away, leaving poor Lucas in tears.
The next day, Lucas decided to try one last time. He loved Becky so much, he was almost blind to her hostility. He knocked on her door and waited.
Her maid, Pomona, opened the door. She greeted him and let him in.
"Miss Rebecca is in the parlour, entertaining a guest. You can wait for her in the hall." Lucas took off his cap and waited on a chair outside the parlour.
As Pomona left the room, Lucas realized that the parlour door was ajar. He stood up and looked through.
What he saw was a terrible shock to him. There, on his knees, proposing to a beaming Becky, was Flynn Delano, a rich man who had always looked on Lucas with contempt.
Lucas rushed in, shouting, "STOP!" Flynn looked up. When he saw Lucas, he rolled his eyes and stood up. Becky was frowning.
"Look what we have here, little Lucas Jennings." Flynn said derisively. Becky gave Lucas a look. "What are you doing here, Lucas?" she asked, irritated.
"Becky, this is the last time I'm going to ask you. Will you marry me? If you don't, I shall do something, something drastic." Lucas looked at Flynn and Becky defiantly. They were silent.
"Don't you want to marry me, your best friend, whom you have known your whole life? Or Flynn Delano, a man you barely know?" Lucas looked terribly upset.
Becky was at a loss. Flynn and Lucas looked at her expectantly. Finally she found her voice. "You can't control my life, Lucas. I already told you, I will not marry you, even if you were the last man on earth."
Becky took Flynn's arm as Lucas looked at the ground dejectedly. Flynn was triumphant. "Flynn Delano always wins, don't you ever forget it." he said, smiling unkindly.
Lucas left the house and went into the park, where it smelled sweet and was filled with memories of his beloved Becky.
Lucas felt extremely sad. Why didn't his beautiful lovely Becky love him? Was he too ugly, too poor? He wasn't sure.
He wasn't a vain man, but he knew that he possessed a sort of boyish charm, with his wavy blonde hair and expressive blue eyes. That Becky could not love him because of his looks was unbelievable. Besides, Flynn wasn't so handsome himself.
Lucas was heart broken. He was tempted to go and end it all. He was so very upset. But eventually his common sense won over and he decided to go somewhere new and start a new life.
He went home and started to pack. In the next few days, he sold off his house and sent his furniture to the new home he bought, in a little country far away.
In the days he was preparing to leave, he received an invitation to the wedding of Flynn Delano and Rebecca Harper. His heart ached with pain as he read the card.
He couldn't face the fact that Becky, his Becky, was going to marry such a man. For even though Becky had rejected him, his heart still overflowed with love for her. He decided to leave earlier and to avoid the dreaded wedding.
So he set off the very next day on a boat to his new home. But alas! The small boat hit a sharp rock underwater and sunk instantly, letting all it's passengers drown in the middle of the ocean with no land to go to. Those who could swim were very quickly tired out and soon drowned.
So poor Lucas Jennings, who loved Becky Harper with his heart, died that day, in a sad and unfortunate death.
When Becky heard the news, she was shocked. She had lost her best friend in two ways. She had insulted him, and now he was dead. The regret she felt in her small heart was plentiful.
She felt so upset. She had realized she loved him! But it was too late. She had scared him off and now she was going to marry Flynn Delano, a man she had despised in her youth.
She now knew that she only agreed to marry Flynn to spite poor Lucas.
Lucas!
How could she have been so foolish? Lucas was wonderful. But it was all her fault. She had sent him away. She was so angry with herself. But she couldn't do anything to fix her problem.
She sat and wept. She couldn't marry Flynn now. So quietly, she broke it off. Flynn was indignant. "Why are you doing this? Aren't I good enough for you?"
Becky had cried. "I cannot marry you." So that was that. The wedding was called off and there was a great amount of talking in the town.
And so Rebecca Harper never married until the day she died, sad and all alone.
Lucas looked hurt. Becky ignored him and turned away. She didn't like these times when Lucas started feeling romantic.
"Please Becky. You know I love you so." Lucas said in an injured tone. Becky looked at him and took a deep breath.
"You know I can't marry you. You're my best friend. If I marry you, I'll lose the friendship." said Becky, somewhat foolishly.
Lucas shook his head. "No, no. Becky, if you marry me, our friendship will be stronger. You will not lose me, for I shall love you always." Lucas picked a flower from the ground and placed it in Becky's palm.
Becky turned her hand and looked away, exasperated.
"Becky," Lucas said, in a sad voice. "Will you please marry me?" At this, Becky lost her temper. She whirled around and glared at Lucas.
"Leave me alone! I don't want to marry you. I don't love you and I don't need you. I shall never marry you." With this, she ran away, leaving poor Lucas in tears.
The next day, Lucas decided to try one last time. He loved Becky so much, he was almost blind to her hostility. He knocked on her door and waited.
Her maid, Pomona, opened the door. She greeted him and let him in.
"Miss Rebecca is in the parlour, entertaining a guest. You can wait for her in the hall." Lucas took off his cap and waited on a chair outside the parlour.
As Pomona left the room, Lucas realized that the parlour door was ajar. He stood up and looked through.
What he saw was a terrible shock to him. There, on his knees, proposing to a beaming Becky, was Flynn Delano, a rich man who had always looked on Lucas with contempt.
Lucas rushed in, shouting, "STOP!" Flynn looked up. When he saw Lucas, he rolled his eyes and stood up. Becky was frowning.
"Look what we have here, little Lucas Jennings." Flynn said derisively. Becky gave Lucas a look. "What are you doing here, Lucas?" she asked, irritated.
"Becky, this is the last time I'm going to ask you. Will you marry me? If you don't, I shall do something, something drastic." Lucas looked at Flynn and Becky defiantly. They were silent.
"Don't you want to marry me, your best friend, whom you have known your whole life? Or Flynn Delano, a man you barely know?" Lucas looked terribly upset.
Becky was at a loss. Flynn and Lucas looked at her expectantly. Finally she found her voice. "You can't control my life, Lucas. I already told you, I will not marry you, even if you were the last man on earth."
Becky took Flynn's arm as Lucas looked at the ground dejectedly. Flynn was triumphant. "Flynn Delano always wins, don't you ever forget it." he said, smiling unkindly.
Lucas left the house and went into the park, where it smelled sweet and was filled with memories of his beloved Becky.
Lucas felt extremely sad. Why didn't his beautiful lovely Becky love him? Was he too ugly, too poor? He wasn't sure.
He wasn't a vain man, but he knew that he possessed a sort of boyish charm, with his wavy blonde hair and expressive blue eyes. That Becky could not love him because of his looks was unbelievable. Besides, Flynn wasn't so handsome himself.
Lucas was heart broken. He was tempted to go and end it all. He was so very upset. But eventually his common sense won over and he decided to go somewhere new and start a new life.
He went home and started to pack. In the next few days, he sold off his house and sent his furniture to the new home he bought, in a little country far away.
In the days he was preparing to leave, he received an invitation to the wedding of Flynn Delano and Rebecca Harper. His heart ached with pain as he read the card.
He couldn't face the fact that Becky, his Becky, was going to marry such a man. For even though Becky had rejected him, his heart still overflowed with love for her. He decided to leave earlier and to avoid the dreaded wedding.
So he set off the very next day on a boat to his new home. But alas! The small boat hit a sharp rock underwater and sunk instantly, letting all it's passengers drown in the middle of the ocean with no land to go to. Those who could swim were very quickly tired out and soon drowned.
So poor Lucas Jennings, who loved Becky Harper with his heart, died that day, in a sad and unfortunate death.
When Becky heard the news, she was shocked. She had lost her best friend in two ways. She had insulted him, and now he was dead. The regret she felt in her small heart was plentiful.
She felt so upset. She had realized she loved him! But it was too late. She had scared him off and now she was going to marry Flynn Delano, a man she had despised in her youth.
She now knew that she only agreed to marry Flynn to spite poor Lucas.
Lucas!
How could she have been so foolish? Lucas was wonderful. But it was all her fault. She had sent him away. She was so angry with herself. But she couldn't do anything to fix her problem.
She sat and wept. She couldn't marry Flynn now. So quietly, she broke it off. Flynn was indignant. "Why are you doing this? Aren't I good enough for you?"
Becky had cried. "I cannot marry you." So that was that. The wedding was called off and there was a great amount of talking in the town.
And so Rebecca Harper never married until the day she died, sad and all alone.
Continue the story
I want YOU to be the writer now. I wrote this little beginning and so I want you to complete it and post in in the comments. Then I shall post them up.
"WHAT?" she cried.
"Shush! It's nothing. Don't-- don't lose it."
"How can you tell me to calm down in the midst of-- of THIS?"
"I'm sorry. Please, don't lose your head."
"That's too late! You've ruined everything."
"Don't say that. I'll-- I'll fix it."
"No you can't. It's done."
"Let me make it up to you then."
"NO! You can't. You're so irrational. How could you___________!?"
Fill in the blank and continue the story.
Enjoy!
"WHAT?" she cried.
"Shush! It's nothing. Don't-- don't lose it."
"How can you tell me to calm down in the midst of-- of THIS?"
"I'm sorry. Please, don't lose your head."
"That's too late! You've ruined everything."
"Don't say that. I'll-- I'll fix it."
"No you can't. It's done."
"Let me make it up to you then."
"NO! You can't. You're so irrational. How could you___________!?"
Fill in the blank and continue the story.
Enjoy!
A Celebrity Story
Warning! I did not review this story. I think I wrote it some time ago so that might be an excuse for the utter lameness if there is any...
This story also contains a certain morbidness so if you have a weak heart, please skip this story.
Once upon a time there was a celebrity named Serena Joy. She had short black hair with fuchsia streaks, gray eyes (but she wore purple contacts), the talent to sing, act and play the violin, and an attitude.
Serena Joy was extremely fussy and rude, but in the world of publicity, fans and important contracts, she was a total sweetheart. All her fans thought she was on the side of saving children, endangered species, and grief stricken countries.
Actually, she really didn't care whether children died or whether a country lost a few thousand people to starvation. All she cared about was fame, money, good looks, hunky guys to go on dates with, and getting whatever she wanted.
One day, when Serena Joy was at her mansion, lazing by the pool, the telephone rang. Her maid, Louise, brought her the phone. Serena Joy snatched it up and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked, putting on her 'I'm so sweet' mode.
"Hi, Serena, its Neil. Wanna go out for a drink this Saturday? There is this awesome coffee house in Corrayne* street where we can get cosy and relax." Serena motioned for Louise. "Get my secretary! And my planner!" she hissed.
Louise rushed into the mansion obediently and brought out her secretary with her planner. Serena continued to croon into the phone. Then she turned. "Oh right. Check and see if I have anything going on this Saturday." she ordered.
The secretary opened the purple leather bound planner and flipped through it. "Dinner with Cam Derrier." she said. "That all?" Serena asked impatiently. The secretary, whose name was Cera, nodded. Serena smiled and went back to the phone, waving her employees away.
Serena went for coffee with Neil, another superstar, they cuddled up in the sofas. The paparazzi enjoyed this and snapped many pictures. Serena pretended to be annoyed but she was enjoying the attention. Neil also enjoyed himself, cuddling with one of the hottest celebrities in Weirndosia**.
On their way out, the couple shared a kiss and the paparazzi snapped many more pictures. Neil thought he was extremely lucky to be seen with Serena and Serena just enjoyed the attention, the cuddling with a hunk and most importantly, the kiss. The stars in Berlista* was that way, all the time. Serena went home in a good mood.
She got ready for her date with Cam Derrier, another celebrity. First she had a long hot bath, then she stepped out of her gold and silver heart-shaped bathtub and pulled on her expensive real gold and pink thread bathrobe. She went to her room and sat down on her couch. "Louise! Where is the manicurist?" she called. The manicurist came and gave a a pedicure as well as a manicure.
When the polish had dried she stepped into her supermarket sized, walk in closet filled with only designer clothes and walked to the dresses section. She chose a tight, slinky, sleeveless dark green dress and Louise hung it up.
Then Serena put on a black wash out dye on her hair and put on hair extensions. She curled it up and then she put on her dress and her black high heels, put on a green scarf and her jewelry. Then she got out her expensive, imported perfume put it on.
She was ready. She looked great and smelt good. She was feeling pleased with herself. She went into her limo and it drove her to the restaurant she was going to have dinner at. Cam was there and he was looking very hot.
His short blonde hair was spiked and he was wearing a very nice outfit. Cam took Serena's arm and they walked into their private dinner room. The paparazzi managed to take some pictures before they walked away. Serena was very excited. She kissed Cam on the cheek as they were going in and it was recorded with a picture.
Almost everyday was like this for Serena. She was always with hot celebrities and going on dates with them. It was normal.
One day, Serena was acting in a movie. They were filming that day and Serena was playing the part of a sexy bad guy. The good girl and the bad girl were fighting. The good girl killed the bad girl and the bad girl fell to the ground.
"CUT!" The director shouted. "Okay. Good work Serena. Yeah, thanks Melanie." The director sipped his coffee. "You can get up now, Serena." he said, boredly. The bad girl never moved. "SERENA!" The director shouted. Nothing happened. "Serena?" he asked quietly. Someone ran to her. "SHE'S DEAD!!! Call an ambulance!!!!" the person screamed.
Everyone ran over. Everyone was scared. "How'd she die?!" the director asked madly. the person who had run there shrugged. "I don't know. Heart attack?" The director shook his head. "Serena had a strong heart."
Then the director's assistant ran over. "The ambulance is here." he said, urgently. The paramedics carried Serena and saw blood drip from her head. Then they looked at the mat that Serena had fallen on. There was a knife sticking out from the headrest. Serena was murdered.
No one knew who or why, but they had a strong lead. Most of them thought it was Miley Cyrus, but the director of the movie disagreed because he was Miley Cyrus' number 1 fan.
So since everyone else thought it was Miley Cyrus, they didn't bother to go and find the killer. After all, once a celebrity is dead, another one would come along eventually. Like Miley Cyrus.
This story also contains a certain morbidness so if you have a weak heart, please skip this story.
Once upon a time there was a celebrity named Serena Joy. She had short black hair with fuchsia streaks, gray eyes (but she wore purple contacts), the talent to sing, act and play the violin, and an attitude.
Serena Joy was extremely fussy and rude, but in the world of publicity, fans and important contracts, she was a total sweetheart. All her fans thought she was on the side of saving children, endangered species, and grief stricken countries.
Actually, she really didn't care whether children died or whether a country lost a few thousand people to starvation. All she cared about was fame, money, good looks, hunky guys to go on dates with, and getting whatever she wanted.
One day, when Serena Joy was at her mansion, lazing by the pool, the telephone rang. Her maid, Louise, brought her the phone. Serena Joy snatched it up and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked, putting on her 'I'm so sweet' mode.
"Hi, Serena, its Neil. Wanna go out for a drink this Saturday? There is this awesome coffee house in Corrayne* street where we can get cosy and relax." Serena motioned for Louise. "Get my secretary! And my planner!" she hissed.
Louise rushed into the mansion obediently and brought out her secretary with her planner. Serena continued to croon into the phone. Then she turned. "Oh right. Check and see if I have anything going on this Saturday." she ordered.
The secretary opened the purple leather bound planner and flipped through it. "Dinner with Cam Derrier." she said. "That all?" Serena asked impatiently. The secretary, whose name was Cera, nodded. Serena smiled and went back to the phone, waving her employees away.
Serena went for coffee with Neil, another superstar, they cuddled up in the sofas. The paparazzi enjoyed this and snapped many pictures. Serena pretended to be annoyed but she was enjoying the attention. Neil also enjoyed himself, cuddling with one of the hottest celebrities in Weirndosia**.
On their way out, the couple shared a kiss and the paparazzi snapped many more pictures. Neil thought he was extremely lucky to be seen with Serena and Serena just enjoyed the attention, the cuddling with a hunk and most importantly, the kiss. The stars in Berlista* was that way, all the time. Serena went home in a good mood.
She got ready for her date with Cam Derrier, another celebrity. First she had a long hot bath, then she stepped out of her gold and silver heart-shaped bathtub and pulled on her expensive real gold and pink thread bathrobe. She went to her room and sat down on her couch. "Louise! Where is the manicurist?" she called. The manicurist came and gave a a pedicure as well as a manicure.
When the polish had dried she stepped into her supermarket sized, walk in closet filled with only designer clothes and walked to the dresses section. She chose a tight, slinky, sleeveless dark green dress and Louise hung it up.
Then Serena put on a black wash out dye on her hair and put on hair extensions. She curled it up and then she put on her dress and her black high heels, put on a green scarf and her jewelry. Then she got out her expensive, imported perfume put it on.
She was ready. She looked great and smelt good. She was feeling pleased with herself. She went into her limo and it drove her to the restaurant she was going to have dinner at. Cam was there and he was looking very hot.
His short blonde hair was spiked and he was wearing a very nice outfit. Cam took Serena's arm and they walked into their private dinner room. The paparazzi managed to take some pictures before they walked away. Serena was very excited. She kissed Cam on the cheek as they were going in and it was recorded with a picture.
Almost everyday was like this for Serena. She was always with hot celebrities and going on dates with them. It was normal.
One day, Serena was acting in a movie. They were filming that day and Serena was playing the part of a sexy bad guy. The good girl and the bad girl were fighting. The good girl killed the bad girl and the bad girl fell to the ground.
"CUT!" The director shouted. "Okay. Good work Serena. Yeah, thanks Melanie." The director sipped his coffee. "You can get up now, Serena." he said, boredly. The bad girl never moved. "SERENA!" The director shouted. Nothing happened. "Serena?" he asked quietly. Someone ran to her. "SHE'S DEAD!!! Call an ambulance!!!!" the person screamed.
Everyone ran over. Everyone was scared. "How'd she die?!" the director asked madly. the person who had run there shrugged. "I don't know. Heart attack?" The director shook his head. "Serena had a strong heart."
Then the director's assistant ran over. "The ambulance is here." he said, urgently. The paramedics carried Serena and saw blood drip from her head. Then they looked at the mat that Serena had fallen on. There was a knife sticking out from the headrest. Serena was murdered.
No one knew who or why, but they had a strong lead. Most of them thought it was Miley Cyrus, but the director of the movie disagreed because he was Miley Cyrus' number 1 fan.
So since everyone else thought it was Miley Cyrus, they didn't bother to go and find the killer. After all, once a celebrity is dead, another one would come along eventually. Like Miley Cyrus.
THE END
** A made up country
*Somewhere in Weirndosia
Wrap-on-sale
Once there was a hippy couple living in a little neighbourhood. They had peaceful neighbours and lots of trees in their garden. They were very happy and very concerned about the environment.
One day, someone moved into the house behind theirs. Being good neighbours and all, the hippy couple went to welcome whoever it was.
When the reached the house, the couple, Steve and Peace, smoothed out their long, flowing locks and adjusted their embroidered headbands. As well as loving peace, they loved neatness.
When the door opened, Steve and Peace were a bit surprised. It was an old lady with the stereotyped evil witch look with gunky white hair and a wart on her crooked nose. She wore a loose black gown-and-hood and she had a sort of cackly laugh.
Steve and Peace were alarmed at the sight of her. They forced their smiles and held out their plate of organic wild rice with a sauce of organic broccolis and goat cheese to her.
The old lady sniffed and shook her head rudely. "Sorry, but I'm lactose intolerant and a lover of unhealthy foods such as sweets and deep fried potatoes."
Steve was very shocked. "No organics, then?" he asked. The woman scowled and grunted.
"Well, we'll keep that then." Peace said hurriedly, hoping the woman did not despise them already. "Are you adjusting well to the neighbourhood?"
The woman glared at the couple, thinking them very strange and infuriatingly nosy. "No. The only thing good about this place is all the sunlight. At least global warming will come quickly and kill us all."
Steve gasped. "You totally don't like the earth, check?" The woman scowled even more and wished them both in bed with measles.
"I'm busy." she said, avoiding the question. "Leave me alone." The hippy couple shrugged and left, Steve glad because he could eat the rice, and Peace troubled because the woman was so frightening.
A few months later, Peace found that she was pregnant. "I'm gonna be a father, man." Steve boasted to all his friends at the Tree Hugging monthly club meeting.
When Steve was at meetings, Peace liked to walk around the garden daily and hug each of the trees. She enjoyed looking at the neighbour's' gardens too.
One day, on her daily walks, Peace noticed a beautiful vegetable plant in the old woman's garden. Also, like all most pregnant women, Peace had cravings. She craved the vegetables in the garden. She decided to ask Steve to get some for her, since she did not dare talk to the old woman.
So when Steve came home, he went to climb over the fence. Since he wasn't very agile, and his headband fell off, he crashed into her garden clumsily.
When he tried to get up, he jerked his head because his long hair was under his knee. "Yowch, man!" he blurted.
He pulled his hair out of the way and crawled toward the plant. He pulled off a large leafy bunch and crawled back, bumping into something knobbly and painful.
He looked up and screamed. The old woman was glaring so fiercely at him that he thought his eyebrows were going to disappear.
He stood up. "I'm sorry, ma-- woman. My wife is very hungry and she won't eat anything else! She's going to have a baby and I'm desperate!"
The woman held her gaze, her eyes as angry as ever. "You two are menaces! But since you want the plant so much, I'll give it to you regularly... for a price."
Steve gulped. "What, woman?" he said softly.
"You'll give your child to me when you die!" The woman declared, her voice ringing through the trees. "Do you promise?"
Steve, an impetuous and cowardly man, gave in. He tumbled back into his garden and gave his wife the leaves. Peace ate them up ravenously. Then Steve told her the consequences.
Peace, being a woman who lived up to her name, nodded slowly and shrugged. "I doubt we'll die soon." she said.
When her child was born, it was a little boy. The couple named their child Wrap-on-sale, because they loved recyclable plastic wrap sales as much as they loved being neat.
The child grew up to be a hippy, like his parents, and he let his hair grow until his knees. His parents were very proud of him.
Now Peace, even after 10 years of motherhood, still craved the beautiful vegetable plant. She ate only the plant and her hair grew long and luscious.
The whole family loved the vegetable and ate it all the time. They became addicts. Then, one day, on Steve and Peace's shared 30th birthday, they ate the vegetables and then died suddenly.
Wrap-on-sale was very scared. He ran into the neighbour's garden and bawled out the story. They buried Steve and Peace and took care of Wrap-on-sale.
When everything was sorted out, they found out that Wrap-on-sale was legal custody of Lind Harriet, a.k.a. the old woman.
Wrap-on-sale packed his bags and went to his new house. It was a house that he had never visited. He had only seen the house from the back when the family had picnics' in the garden.
Wrap-on-sale was nervous. He didn't really want to stay there. He didn't even know the old woman! But stay there he did, and he got used to the old woman.
The woman became a sort of aunt to him. She was strict and serious, but she treated the boy well so Wrap-on-sale was never really tortured.
One day, when Wrap-on-sale was 16, Lind Harriet, a.k.a. the old woman, sent him to 'boarding school'. Or so it seemed to the neighbours. In truth, Wrap-on-sale was sent to live in a big tower in a faraway land, bordered by a large forest.
There was a big glass bubble lift to go up and down, but you could only use it if you had a key. The old woman wore one around her neck, and kept a few in her house, so poor Wrap-on-Sale was stuck.
Now the old woman's purpose of keeping Wrap-on-Sale was to make money. Wrap-on-Sale had such gorgeous hair, and the old woman decided to take advantage of it.
Every day, she would feed Wrap-on-Sale the plant, and his hair would grow longer and healthier. She would chop off a fair amount, make it into a wig, and then she would sell it online.
The wig business was doing very well, and the old woman was making a lot of money. Recently she had renovated her house and added in a canopy bed with matching bedsheets. She was living the life. She even hired someone to get the hair for her.
But she had to be careful. She must never ever ever feed the plant to Wrap-on-sale after his 30th birthday. The plant had kind of malfunctioned when she was creating it in her make shift lab. She had accidentally spilled some coffee on it so it was a bit faulty.
If she fed Wrap-on-Sale the plant after or on his 30th birthday, he would either die instantly or he would stop producing gorgeous hair. But she didn't worry. She was always careful.
One day, after getting his daily haircut, Wrap-on-Sale was sitting in his tower, playing his banjo and singing sadly. He wanted to save trees. He wanted to be free. He sighed and sang again. Then he stopped. He heard something.
He looked out his window and gasped. It was a girl! "What are you doing here?" he asked. The girl climbed through the window and smiled at him.
"Hello. I'm Eva." Wrap-on-Sale was excited. He was already 20, and he had never met any girls in a long time.
"Hi. I'm Wrap-on-Sale." Wrap-on-Sale said proudly. Eva wrinkled her nose. "What a funny name!" she said. "But it's cute."
The two sat down to talk. They talked about the old lady's plans. Wrap-on-Sale learned that Eva was a a rock climber, a pescetarian, an animal rights activist and an environmentalist.
Wrap-on-Sale felt she was the perfect girl. She wasn't very pretty, but Wrap-on-Sale loved that she was a bit like him.
Eva liked Wrap-on-Sale too. She thought he was funny and weird and kind. The two became best friends and Eva visited him when she had the chance.
After 2 years of a great friendship, Eva fell in love with him. The other guys she had always seen were rich and arrogant. Wrap-on-Sale was kind and caring and in a way, sort of normal.
Then, Wrap-on-Sale fell in love with Eva. But they were a bit to shy to tell each other so they waited. Soon, Wrap-on-Sale couldn't hold it in much longer. He confessed his love for Eva. Eva confessed too, and they felt a slight bit awkward.
They did not do anything to pursue a romantic relationship lest they break each others hearts, but they stayed good friends and continued to love each other.
Then, one day, the old woman found out. She filled in the window and forced Wrap-on-Sale to watch while she cut down a tree. Wrap-on-Sale was so sad!
Poor Eva could not visit Wrap-on-Sale any longer. She was heartbroken. She wondered if Wrap-on-Sale was lonely. She decided to go rock climbing to feel better. But it made her feel worse when she recalled the times when she climbed up to meet Wrap-on-Sale in his tower.
One day, Eva had a brainwave! She had a plan on getting Wrap-on-Sale out of the tower. She wanted to save him.
Eva decided to examine the keyhole. To her great delight, she found it was a common type of keyhole with a cheap key that could be obtained anywhere. So Eva went to the hardware shop and bought the key.
Eva waited until the old woman had finished visiting Wrap-on-Sale before she tried out the key. After wiggling the key a bit, she went up the lift and greeted a surprised but ecstatic Wrap-on-Sale.
They hugged each other and Eva told him her plan. Wrap-on-Sale thought it was a good plan, but he felt very used to living in a tower and he felt he would miss the place. Eva agreed with him; the tower was now a cozy place.
Eva went home and decided to think about the whole situation. Then she wondered why Wrap-on-Sale's parents died on their 30th birthday. Maybe it was the stuff that Wrap-on-Sale eats all the time. She thought.
Eva decided to investigate. She took at map to the old woman's house from Wrap-on-Sale and went to spy on the woman. She brought her video camera to try and catch the old woman. Eva had a feeling the old woman wasn't to be trusted.
The old woman was making tea in the kitchen. Eva watched her, making sure she wasn't seen. The woman then put the beautiful plant into the tea. She giggled and stirred the liquid in the teapot.
Eva watched intently. Someone rang at the door. The old woman went to answer it. To Eva's surprise, it was her cousin! He worked at a bank. Eva wondered what the old woman was going to do.
The old woman brought out a tray with two pretty china teacups with a matching teapot on it. The teapot was steaming and Eva's heart was pounding. The old woman set a cup of tea in fron of Eva's cousin.
Eva's cousin sipped the tea. Eva wanted to scream, but she watched carefully. Her cousin stared at the old woman and flopped onto the floor, having slight spasms.
Eva gasped, and realizing she was too loud, ran away. She called the police and showed them her video. They were shocked, and they went to find the old woman.
They captured her in her garden and arrested her, after finding the plant and it's 'manual'. Eva rejoiced with Wrap-on-Sale and they held a big party.
Of course Eva mourned for her cousin. She wasn't a heartless girl.
Eva didn't get to carry out her plan, but she caught the old woman, so who cared now?
Anyway, Eva and Wrap-on-Sale got married, lived in the tower (after changing the lock, of course) and they lived hippily ever after. (No lame rhyming intended)
THE END
One day, someone moved into the house behind theirs. Being good neighbours and all, the hippy couple went to welcome whoever it was.
When the reached the house, the couple, Steve and Peace, smoothed out their long, flowing locks and adjusted their embroidered headbands. As well as loving peace, they loved neatness.
When the door opened, Steve and Peace were a bit surprised. It was an old lady with the stereotyped evil witch look with gunky white hair and a wart on her crooked nose. She wore a loose black gown-and-hood and she had a sort of cackly laugh.
Steve and Peace were alarmed at the sight of her. They forced their smiles and held out their plate of organic wild rice with a sauce of organic broccolis and goat cheese to her.
The old lady sniffed and shook her head rudely. "Sorry, but I'm lactose intolerant and a lover of unhealthy foods such as sweets and deep fried potatoes."
Steve was very shocked. "No organics, then?" he asked. The woman scowled and grunted.
"Well, we'll keep that then." Peace said hurriedly, hoping the woman did not despise them already. "Are you adjusting well to the neighbourhood?"
The woman glared at the couple, thinking them very strange and infuriatingly nosy. "No. The only thing good about this place is all the sunlight. At least global warming will come quickly and kill us all."
Steve gasped. "You totally don't like the earth, check?" The woman scowled even more and wished them both in bed with measles.
"I'm busy." she said, avoiding the question. "Leave me alone." The hippy couple shrugged and left, Steve glad because he could eat the rice, and Peace troubled because the woman was so frightening.
A few months later, Peace found that she was pregnant. "I'm gonna be a father, man." Steve boasted to all his friends at the Tree Hugging monthly club meeting.
When Steve was at meetings, Peace liked to walk around the garden daily and hug each of the trees. She enjoyed looking at the neighbour's' gardens too.
One day, on her daily walks, Peace noticed a beautiful vegetable plant in the old woman's garden. Also, like all most pregnant women, Peace had cravings. She craved the vegetables in the garden. She decided to ask Steve to get some for her, since she did not dare talk to the old woman.
So when Steve came home, he went to climb over the fence. Since he wasn't very agile, and his headband fell off, he crashed into her garden clumsily.
When he tried to get up, he jerked his head because his long hair was under his knee. "Yowch, man!" he blurted.
He pulled his hair out of the way and crawled toward the plant. He pulled off a large leafy bunch and crawled back, bumping into something knobbly and painful.
He looked up and screamed. The old woman was glaring so fiercely at him that he thought his eyebrows were going to disappear.
He stood up. "I'm sorry, ma-- woman. My wife is very hungry and she won't eat anything else! She's going to have a baby and I'm desperate!"
The woman held her gaze, her eyes as angry as ever. "You two are menaces! But since you want the plant so much, I'll give it to you regularly... for a price."
Steve gulped. "What, woman?" he said softly.
"You'll give your child to me when you die!" The woman declared, her voice ringing through the trees. "Do you promise?"
Steve, an impetuous and cowardly man, gave in. He tumbled back into his garden and gave his wife the leaves. Peace ate them up ravenously. Then Steve told her the consequences.
Peace, being a woman who lived up to her name, nodded slowly and shrugged. "I doubt we'll die soon." she said.
When her child was born, it was a little boy. The couple named their child Wrap-on-sale, because they loved recyclable plastic wrap sales as much as they loved being neat.
The child grew up to be a hippy, like his parents, and he let his hair grow until his knees. His parents were very proud of him.
Now Peace, even after 10 years of motherhood, still craved the beautiful vegetable plant. She ate only the plant and her hair grew long and luscious.
The whole family loved the vegetable and ate it all the time. They became addicts. Then, one day, on Steve and Peace's shared 30th birthday, they ate the vegetables and then died suddenly.
Wrap-on-sale was very scared. He ran into the neighbour's garden and bawled out the story. They buried Steve and Peace and took care of Wrap-on-sale.
When everything was sorted out, they found out that Wrap-on-sale was legal custody of Lind Harriet, a.k.a. the old woman.
Wrap-on-sale packed his bags and went to his new house. It was a house that he had never visited. He had only seen the house from the back when the family had picnics' in the garden.
Wrap-on-sale was nervous. He didn't really want to stay there. He didn't even know the old woman! But stay there he did, and he got used to the old woman.
The woman became a sort of aunt to him. She was strict and serious, but she treated the boy well so Wrap-on-sale was never really tortured.
One day, when Wrap-on-sale was 16, Lind Harriet, a.k.a. the old woman, sent him to 'boarding school'. Or so it seemed to the neighbours. In truth, Wrap-on-sale was sent to live in a big tower in a faraway land, bordered by a large forest.
There was a big glass bubble lift to go up and down, but you could only use it if you had a key. The old woman wore one around her neck, and kept a few in her house, so poor Wrap-on-Sale was stuck.
Now the old woman's purpose of keeping Wrap-on-Sale was to make money. Wrap-on-Sale had such gorgeous hair, and the old woman decided to take advantage of it.
Every day, she would feed Wrap-on-Sale the plant, and his hair would grow longer and healthier. She would chop off a fair amount, make it into a wig, and then she would sell it online.
The wig business was doing very well, and the old woman was making a lot of money. Recently she had renovated her house and added in a canopy bed with matching bedsheets. She was living the life. She even hired someone to get the hair for her.
But she had to be careful. She must never ever ever feed the plant to Wrap-on-sale after his 30th birthday. The plant had kind of malfunctioned when she was creating it in her make shift lab. She had accidentally spilled some coffee on it so it was a bit faulty.
If she fed Wrap-on-Sale the plant after or on his 30th birthday, he would either die instantly or he would stop producing gorgeous hair. But she didn't worry. She was always careful.
One day, after getting his daily haircut, Wrap-on-Sale was sitting in his tower, playing his banjo and singing sadly. He wanted to save trees. He wanted to be free. He sighed and sang again. Then he stopped. He heard something.
He looked out his window and gasped. It was a girl! "What are you doing here?" he asked. The girl climbed through the window and smiled at him.
"Hello. I'm Eva." Wrap-on-Sale was excited. He was already 20, and he had never met any girls in a long time.
"Hi. I'm Wrap-on-Sale." Wrap-on-Sale said proudly. Eva wrinkled her nose. "What a funny name!" she said. "But it's cute."
The two sat down to talk. They talked about the old lady's plans. Wrap-on-Sale learned that Eva was a a rock climber, a pescetarian, an animal rights activist and an environmentalist.
Wrap-on-Sale felt she was the perfect girl. She wasn't very pretty, but Wrap-on-Sale loved that she was a bit like him.
Eva liked Wrap-on-Sale too. She thought he was funny and weird and kind. The two became best friends and Eva visited him when she had the chance.
After 2 years of a great friendship, Eva fell in love with him. The other guys she had always seen were rich and arrogant. Wrap-on-Sale was kind and caring and in a way, sort of normal.
Then, Wrap-on-Sale fell in love with Eva. But they were a bit to shy to tell each other so they waited. Soon, Wrap-on-Sale couldn't hold it in much longer. He confessed his love for Eva. Eva confessed too, and they felt a slight bit awkward.
They did not do anything to pursue a romantic relationship lest they break each others hearts, but they stayed good friends and continued to love each other.
Then, one day, the old woman found out. She filled in the window and forced Wrap-on-Sale to watch while she cut down a tree. Wrap-on-Sale was so sad!
Poor Eva could not visit Wrap-on-Sale any longer. She was heartbroken. She wondered if Wrap-on-Sale was lonely. She decided to go rock climbing to feel better. But it made her feel worse when she recalled the times when she climbed up to meet Wrap-on-Sale in his tower.
One day, Eva had a brainwave! She had a plan on getting Wrap-on-Sale out of the tower. She wanted to save him.
Eva decided to examine the keyhole. To her great delight, she found it was a common type of keyhole with a cheap key that could be obtained anywhere. So Eva went to the hardware shop and bought the key.
Eva waited until the old woman had finished visiting Wrap-on-Sale before she tried out the key. After wiggling the key a bit, she went up the lift and greeted a surprised but ecstatic Wrap-on-Sale.
They hugged each other and Eva told him her plan. Wrap-on-Sale thought it was a good plan, but he felt very used to living in a tower and he felt he would miss the place. Eva agreed with him; the tower was now a cozy place.
Eva went home and decided to think about the whole situation. Then she wondered why Wrap-on-Sale's parents died on their 30th birthday. Maybe it was the stuff that Wrap-on-Sale eats all the time. She thought.
Eva decided to investigate. She took at map to the old woman's house from Wrap-on-Sale and went to spy on the woman. She brought her video camera to try and catch the old woman. Eva had a feeling the old woman wasn't to be trusted.
The old woman was making tea in the kitchen. Eva watched her, making sure she wasn't seen. The woman then put the beautiful plant into the tea. She giggled and stirred the liquid in the teapot.
Eva watched intently. Someone rang at the door. The old woman went to answer it. To Eva's surprise, it was her cousin! He worked at a bank. Eva wondered what the old woman was going to do.
The old woman brought out a tray with two pretty china teacups with a matching teapot on it. The teapot was steaming and Eva's heart was pounding. The old woman set a cup of tea in fron of Eva's cousin.
Eva's cousin sipped the tea. Eva wanted to scream, but she watched carefully. Her cousin stared at the old woman and flopped onto the floor, having slight spasms.
Eva gasped, and realizing she was too loud, ran away. She called the police and showed them her video. They were shocked, and they went to find the old woman.
They captured her in her garden and arrested her, after finding the plant and it's 'manual'. Eva rejoiced with Wrap-on-Sale and they held a big party.
Of course Eva mourned for her cousin. She wasn't a heartless girl.
Eva didn't get to carry out her plan, but she caught the old woman, so who cared now?
Anyway, Eva and Wrap-on-Sale got married, lived in the tower (after changing the lock, of course) and they lived hippily ever after. (No lame rhyming intended)
THE END
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