6. She's so caring!
And she ended up with the hot cat. SO lucky :)
5. Big breasted and ginger. What more do want?
Oh, come on, when is Ichigo going to notice her????
4. Pink Flower
She's not big chested, not curvy or just plain pretty but that determination has grown on me, even if she is obsessed with sasuake and made naruto promise... yeah, i'll calm down now.
3. The cutest girl ever.
Yeah, she's too cute for words. I wanna hug her...
2. ARE YOU A VAMPIRE?
I'm sorry, I couldn't resist asking.
1. Queen of speed!
She's one hot cat and she knows it. Don't mess with her or else you will be crying over spilt milk. :)
Here's some others that wouldn't fit into my list :P
There's loads more but I have an important life to live (hah!) and don't have time to post all of them. I'm sure you have faves to look at so I won't bother.... Have a nice day, PEACE OUT! :)
No comments, not followers I'm so alone... *cries in corner*
But I still have my doggie, she's looking at me weird cuz I'm laughing. I'm sorry, she has the cutest big brown puppy dog eyes and she's just too cute! Aren't you? Yes, you are.
Anyway, since I'm nice I'm gonna give you the next bit of the story, I haven't given it a name yet but I will when I finish it. Or maybe I won't. Meh, I'll come up with one eventually.
music? check. story? coming up. Popcorn? yup. Off you go then...
The next thing I knew I was in a clean bed with new clothes and my hair wasn’t itchy. I looked around and saw a plain but pleasant, white washed bedroom with and en suite. The only things in the room was a bed, made of wood, a medium sized wardrobe, a bookshelf, a window and hanging from the ceiling was a punch bag. I frowned and looked in the en suite, it was again white but with a few decorative blue tiles. It was quite big for an en suite. I went back into the bedroom, which I guessed was now mine and looked out of the window. Outside I could see Big Ben and saw it was 9 o’clock.
The tears wouldn’t come. I had dried myself out.
The sky wasn’t cloudy or grey. It wasn’t raining. Why hadn’t the world stopped? Why was I even here? Ryan was gone, why was the world still moving?
I stared at my two hands, last night they were grubby but they were clean. I wanted to see my self. In the bathroom was a mirror. And I saw my clean reflection for the first time. I had Ryan’s little nose, face shape and mouth but I had different hair. It was not short but glossy, like the male celebrities in magazines. Would I still pretend to be a boy? I probably could for a few years but why? Life, with rich people, was equal between men and women, right?
I remembered the man who had taken me in his arms. I tried to remember what he looked like but I had never glanced at his face. I wondered if he was in this house.
The bedroom door opened, “Miss, are you ready for breakfast?”
I blinked; at the door was a middle aged woman with short brown, tied back into a loose bun. Had she really called me miss?
I tried to answer with a straight face, “Should I get dressed first?”
The woman nodded, “The clothes are in the wardrobe, please come down to the dinning room when you are dressed. Please brush your hair first and wash your face.”
She closed the door without another word and without anything better to do I decided to do as she said.
Then I saw the clothes.
And my face fell.
The people in this house were mental. Completely barmy, barking bedlam.
But since I didn’t have anything else to wear and you can’t exactly see rich people in your pajamas, I put on the frilly pink dress and looked in the bathroom mirror. Oh, the shame. I promised myself that I would never wear a pink frilly dress and pink ballet shoes ever again.
I opened the door slightly and was gob smacked by the amount of stairs there was. The man must have been very strong to carry me up all this way. Then I saw more stairs above me. How big was this freakin’ house? The walls were a nice dark wood and the floor slightly lighter, covered in long exquisite carpets that I never thought existed.
I took a baby step into this maze of a house and made a slow but sure way down into a hallway. I was in a long room, with lots of doors. I heard someone say something and turned to my left. It was the man from last night. Although I had never looked at him, I recognized him instantly.
I took a deep breath, “Thank you for bringing me here. You’re right; if I’d stayed there I would have died.”
He was dark skinned and serious faced, with muscles to rival the hulks. But he had a kind, soft smile and his voice was low but gentle, “I am sorry about your brother. Maybe he will run. My boss is waiting for you. No matter what, say you will work hard.”
I nodded and he let me into a quite large room with a round dinning table, the room was light and homely but something was fishy.
The round table was set for two, one seat taken by a reasonably old man with a few light wrinkles around the edge of his eyes and forehead. His smile seemed awkward and new to him and didn’t reach his cold grey eyes.
“Sit down.”
I did as he said but reluctantly.
“You will be trained to protect my granddaughter and keep her safe; her safety will always be above your own. James, the man behind me will train you. I accept no mistakes. Understand?”
I nodded, I didn’t want to go back to the train station, and said “I will work hard.”
He looked satisfied so I started to eat and grinned but kept up my manners. Did bad manners count as a mistake? I wasn’t about to take any chances with this sly fox of an old dude. He took a fag out of his pocket and I ignored him. I didn’t know what I was eating but it tasted good. I glanced behind the man, expecting to see the man who had helped me but instead I got a bit of a shock.
It wasn’t a man. It wasn’t even tall. It was a boy. The old dude had called him James. But he had said, ‘the man behind me.’
I caught the boy’s eye and he grinned at me. I didn’t dare grin back in case the smoking man was watching me; instead, I just looked away. James face was engraved in my mind; he was just an ordinary boy wearing a suit. What was special about him? How would he train me?
I took another quick glance and I hoped he didn’t notice, this time I took in his appearance. He had a messy mop of dark brown hair that covered a bit of his face but if I looked closely, I could make out his sea blue eyes.
The old dude spoke, “James will take care of you when you are in the house. You are only allowed to leave if I give you permission.”
I stared him straight in the eye, compared to the men I had met in London, this dude was nothing. He looked pleased at my rebellious eyes and nodded to James.
I looked for the dark skinned man but I couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Looking for Bones?” James asked, in a sing song voice.
I nodded, even if this boy had a trust worthy face, didn’t mean I could trust him right away. “Is Bones the dark skinned man who brought me here?”
James answered, “Yeah. You were asleep in his arms, too. You looked a bit scruffy, no offence.”
“None taken,” I shrugged, compared to James, last night I was like mud under his shoes.
“What’s your name?”
I hesitated, over the years I had forgotten my own name and made up my own. But I had never forgotten my little brother’s name; I knew he was called Ryan. But I don’t know why. I looked so much like a boy, I gave myself the first boy’s name I had seen in the papers and ‘Fisher’ was a fake last name that Z had given the two of us. But I had never told Ryan that. I wanted him to think he had an identity.
I could have told James I had no real name, that I had pretended to be a boy for as long as I could remember but I didn’t. I didn’t want to look pathetic.
I came up with one on the spot, “Sarah Ford.”
He grinned again, “That’s a nice name. I’m James, James Charles Harry Tom Kingston, at your service.”
I frowned, “Can I just call you James, James Charles Harry Tom Kingston because that is too hard to remember.”
He giggled, “That made no sense.”
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, I’m calling you James. Your name is too long.”
He laughs even louder and I tried to ignore him but I laughed with him. I realized the entire conversation was going to his pace and that I had never met a boy like him. But I was sure he had met a girl like me before either. He stopped laughing at me and I stopped to, knowing that I couldn’t make a mistake, I saw he was looking dead ahead at a little girl.
The girl had the same light blonde hair as Ryan and she had his big brown eyes. I had to run. I couldn’t stay in this cold hearted house any more. But then James looked at me and I looked in his blue eyes that said to me, “Where would you run to?”
I took a deep a breathe, nodded and looked away. James could read me like an open book. It was a strange feeling but I was good to know I wasn’t on my own any more. It was a comforting feeling.
The girl ran up to us but ignored James and hugged me, “You’re my sister now. My big sister! ‘Kay?”
I nodded.
She smiled like a star and James grimaced, I took it as a sign that this girl was bad news.
“What’s your name?”
James took over and bowed, “This girl is called Sarah Ford, Miss. I have been ordered to train her for you.”
She pouted and said bossily, “Get on with it, then! What are you doing standing around?”
James inclined his head politely, which hid his highly irritated face and dragged me up the stairs.
Writing is like pouring out your blood, seriously. I'm tired, I hope you liked it and that's me done for the day. :)
Who doesn't love a good book? Unless you don't like books, in which case stop reading this now as it could be bad for your health. Personally I'm into horror, mystery, adventure and action. Due to this, I'm not into Twilight and find love stories make me feel sick. I tend to end up reading books for guys.... Which can be embarrasing when you're buying one. I got a weird look when I bought the whole Alex Rider series in WHSmith. I got the feeling that I wasn't exactly an ordinary girl. I mean, I really don't like pink, wear a bit of black everyday, my hands are always cold... etc.... I wanted to die my hair a darker colour (people make assumptions cuz I'm blond) but my mum doesn't want me to. Don't make me talk about my mum. She annoys the hell out me. She just doesn't get me very well. Not like I can blame her really, she grew up in a different environment and doesn't get the 21st century very well. Technolodgy seems to go over her head.
Anyway I just wondered if someone could recommend a book for me to read. I'm a big fan of Skulduggery Pleasant, Harry Potter and anything that contains sarcasm. Thanks :)
The Russian word for a railway station is 'vokzal', which may sound phonetically similar to Vauxhall.
If you can think of a name for my story I will be soooo grateful. But I won't give you anything :P I'm nasty like that. Here's part 2 and enjoy. Wait, you want music too? Oh, you little '@<+=)|\£$$"$^*( Get it yourself. Lazy. I'm not in the mood...
Ryan was in the subway, warm and sleeping with a smile on his face.
“Ryan,” I said, shaking him, “Look how much money I’ve got!”
He yawned and rubbed his eyes, “Wh-where did you get that?”
I lied quickly, “While you were asleep someone must have put it in your tin! It’s our lucky day!”
He jumped up and said, “McDonalds?”
I nodded in agreement and we ran off to the nearest McDonalds that were right out of the subway. I let Ryan go in, he looked normal, unlike me. If I walked into McDonalds there would be havoc.
He came out a few minutes later with two happy meals and we went back in the subway, shared the blankets and sat down together, covered in salt and tomato ketchup. Sitting down with Ryan was my favorite time of the day. Other people might find their younger brothers annoying but Ryan was a beacon of light to me.
We licked our fingers and laughed. And Ryan widened his eyes, like he had something to ask, “Why do people call happy meals happy meals?”
It was a question only a pure hearted child like Ryan could ask and did every 2 minutes. But a kids question was like opening a door into innocence, “Because it makes people happy when they eat them. Don’t you feel happy?”
He nodded and licked his lips and tried to get his tongue to reach the tip of his nose, which had a large blob of ketchup blobbed just out of reach.
He eventually gave up and got it off with his finger, then licked that and asked me, “Hey, Caleb, when can we leave Z?”
I blinked, “We can’t, Ryan, you know that.”
”But I heard him talking to someone yesterday, when you were gone.”
What I hadn’t told Ryan was that I had gone to do a job for Z, another messenger job. And I had seen one of his ‘mates’ coming in. This ‘mate’ was a regular and I saw him at least every weak.
“Oh. What did he say?”
Ryan had a really good memory, and remembered everything he heard, “I couldn’t hear clearly, the door was shut and there was music on but his mate wanted a kid, you know”
“One of the girls” I nodded.
“And Z said he had a really special one but it wasn’t ready yet…”
I sighed, the girl mustn’t be 16 yet. Poor girl, she was in for a shock.
“But his mate didn’t care. He didn’t want a girl for that. He wanted one to do a job for him.”
“What kind of job?”
“That’s what Z asked. And he said he just wanted a girl to work in a house. This rich family was looking for a kid about 7 years old and they wanted a girl but someone who had no family and they had to be good at lying. He said it didn’t matter if they could fight, he would train her.”
With a strange feeling I asked him, “What did Z say?”
“He laughed and told the man he had just the right one and not to worry and to come back tomorrow night.”
I gulped, remembering Z’s strange words, “He laughed?”
Ryan nodded, “Why? What’s happening?”
I put on my ‘I’m-you’re-big-strong-brother-nothing’s-going-to-happen-face, “Nothing. It’s just Z’s business, yeah. We can’t get involved in that. Just forget what you heard. Don’t tell anyone.”
Ryan nodded, “Okay, big bro.”
We walked back to base, Ryan carrying the tin with the left over money I’d soon hide and I was carrying the pile of blankets. All of the blankets went back to Z and he’d tell a kid every night to give us one each to sleep in. All of them were the same size. There was never an argument.
Again the kids avoided us and we put our blankets on the pile and I took Ryan to our little spot of the train station, it was a hole in the wall that most people just walked past but when I first came here it was the perfect spot, like a ready made cradle for Ryan. It was nice and warm, insulated by the bricks, straw and the dust I had gathered over the years to keep us warm. I put the tin and the money in a hidden cupboard of sorts and Ryan curdled up into a tiny ball and instantly fell asleep.
Ryan was a deep sleeper; he could sleep through a war and wondered what had happened to the world when he found himself next to a man with a gun. But I could almost never sleep, not until the clock chimed midnight. That was always the last thing I remembered. Ever had a teddy bear you can’t sleep without? Ryan was like that to me. When he was next to me, I’d eventually, slowly fade into sleep.
But tonight I needed to know something. Was that girl me?
I crept away from Ryan and got him a blanket from some kid who was handing them out. I went back again; I heard Big Ben toll midnight. I didn’t know when Z’s mate was coming but Z once told me 12 was his favorite number. He said it was at the top of the clock, the highest number, and the best.
And of course, in the toilets I heard Z’s gruff voice, “Listen, mate. This job, tell me more about it.”
“Z, you’re a good mate but I can’t, I don’t know meself. Me boss just wanted a girl for a job. You know as much as I do.”
“No, I don’t. Who’s you’re boss? Who’re yer work for?”
“Ah, do yer bite the hand that feeds yer? I can’t tell yer that.”
“They rich though, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, “They pay good.”
Z snorted, “What the hell do they need a kid for, a girl at that?”
“They have a girl themselves, I’ve seen her. Right little angel. Annoys the heck out of me it takes the -"
“Naïve, huh?”
“That’s an understatement. She thinks the world is a happy, smiley place.”
“She would she’s rich.”
They both laughed until Z said, “They probably just want a sister for her, a friend or something.”
“That’ll be it,” the man hesitated, “Yer gonna give me one, then?”
Z replied, “Alright, mate. Since it’s you. But yer gotta give me some cash, yeah?”
The man sounded relived, “Cool, mate. How much yer want? I got a tenna on me.”
“Give me another fiva another time, yer got a deal.”
No hesitation this time, “Sure.”
I realized I was standing was right outside the door and right the eye line of the both of them when they walked out of the door and desperately looked for a place to hide but to no success.
The door creaked open. Z’s grin said it all, “Here’s yer gal.”
The man looked surprised, “It’s a boy.”
“She’s good at disguising herself; you’d never guess would you?”
I glared at Z for all my life’s worth and his grin grew, “She called herself Caleb Fisher and walked in here with her little brother Ryan four years ago. I know you wanted one with no family but don’t worry, I’ll take of him.”
The man thought about it, “What will you do?”
“I’ll just shoot him. Bury him in the normal spot, don’t worry.”
The man nodded, “I’ll take her.”
My heart shattered but my brain was still running and I said, “Don’t take me, let me stay here.” I didn’t say please. Please was a weak word. I still had my pride. They couldn’t take me away from Ryan. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever.
But I knew they would, staring into Z’s eyes, I was worth the 15 quid he was going to get and do anything to get it. I was just a little girl. No, I shook my head. I wasn’t a girl. For most of my life I had been a ‘boy’. I was tough. No way was I going to go easily. NO WAY were they going to shoot Ryan and no way was I going to work for a rich family.
“I’M NOT GO-“
But Z’s ‘mate’ put his huge hand into my mouth before any kid woke up.
Damn it! I shouted inside. I cursed the two of them with words I didn’t even realize I knew. The man picked me up and I fidgeted and fidgeted but nothing worked. He carried me out into London in his strong arms and he patted my head as I cried, “I know it’s hard but it’s for the best, you would have died if you’ve stayed there.”
His words were kind and true but Ryan was going to die and I’d never see him again. We should have run when he told me. I shouldn’t have gone to the train station. I should have found somewhere else to stay.
Ryan was going to die.
And tears streamed out of my eyes like a waterfall as I was carried through London in the strangely warm mans arms.
Well, I actually typed it but you get the idea. I'm trying to write a book and I hope one day this will be my first. I don't know how long it'll take to get it published so have a read through :)
Here's some music while you do...
Have you ever felt the overwhelming need to survive? Have you ever been completely helpless and unable to do anything? Do you have the right to decide, to make choices?
You don’t. Probably not. Yes, you have already decided what you want to do with your life, or you’re still thinking about it.
The only right I have is to say ‘Yes’.
I am a robot, programmed to say that dreaded word. No is not in my dictionary.
I am Caleb Fisher.
It was 12 am, 30th December 2000, London. I was with Ryan, my little brother. The only one I lived for. I don’t know about my parents, me and Ryan were both kidnapped four years ago, when my parents were out. Today was Ryan’s birthday but we had no time to celebrate. Or money. Or food. We basically had nothing except for the clothes on our backs. But I had my pride.
Ryan was the cutest little brother anyone could ever wish for. He had brown hair and big brown puppy dog eyes. He was shy, short and loved by every girl we met. And most of all he made money.
We were kidnapped by a gang called the ‘Gangsters.’ I know such imagination. Anyway, they made kids beg or sell stuff they sold to make money. They didn’t like getting their hands dirty but they’d hit us if we didn’t make ₤5 a day. Some of the older kids picked pockets but they got caught almost every week. I didn’t Ryan to do that when he was older so I taught him how to juggle and I could do some magic tricks. We normally did that but on some days, people wouldn’t give you any attention.
Like Christmas Eve. Then we kids had to resort to drastic measures. Every year Ryan would sit somewhere and wrap himself up in thick blankets and get a bit of money from begging. Then, I’d tell him I’d do some tricks on the streets.
Of course, that was a complete lie.
I am a good liar, you see. Even lying to Ryan, who knew everything about me couldn’t tell when I was lying out of my teeth.
The ‘Gangsters’ boss was Billy Z. So we just called him Z. Or Boss if he was angry. Z liked me, or so he said. Every year, on Christmas Eve he’d give me a package and send me on my way. I’d walk to a different place every time, wherever it said on the package. I’d walk and walk and finally get there.
This time, I was in an abandoned house, a short and fat gingered haired man was waiting for me. He was wearing a black suit and a v neck shirt that did him no favors. I didn’t bother to tell him. He also smelt of alcohol and smoke. Typically, he had a big pipe in his mouth.
But forget him. What I really cared about was the package and what was in it. But if I opened it Z had promised Ryan would never look the same. Not with a broken nose and black eye, he assured me. So I let my worries of the package fade inside. It would be gone from life in less than a minute.
I gave it to the ginger fat dude and said, “From Z, he says to tell you that the plan is in place and the money will be ready soon. When you’re out of London, open the box. I will have the money 1 week from now.’”
“I see,” the man said in a deep voice, “Will he send me the money or will I have to come and get it myself?”
I gulped, mostly Z’s allies didn’t ask me questions and let me go, “Um, he didn’t say but I guess it must say in the box.”
“I see.” He repeated and eyed the box carefully before turning around quickly and leaving me standing alone.
I sighed with relief as I heard him drive away.
Men like them scared me. But they scared Ryan even more.
It was 2pm when I got back to base; I’d always tell Z what happened before I went to Ryan. As much as I hated letting Ryan wait, letting Z wait was dangerous.
The ‘Gangsters’ base was in an unused train station in the back streets of London, where the shamed and lost gather like dirt under the sofa.
There were kids smoking and drinking, a few gambling and placing bets on fights. We gave ₤5 to Z each and the rest was ours. Sometimes we bought food and clothes but Z mainly gave us them when we asked and we were chased out of shop because we were so dirty. We didn’t do much.
If we insulted Z or his ‘mates’ who sometimes came he wouldn’t give us food for 2 days and he’d take all our money so we couldn’t buy some.
Life was even harder if you were a girl. Z sold off the girls when they turned 16 or those who looked 16, anyway… I didn’t want to know what happened to them.
I found Z in the toilets smoking his heart out. At least he wasn’t drunk. He looked pretty calm, anyway.
“I’ve delivered the package, Z” I told him.
He tapped his fag into the sink and said, “Good. Did yer see what was in the box?”
“No, Z”
“Good,” he reached into his pocket and took out a few notes and gave them to me, “Go get some food for yer and tha’ little bro o’ yers. Yer a good boy, Caleb, oh, yes, a good boy.”
Z freaked me out sometimes, “Thank you, Z.”
“You’ll be a good man one day!” he shouted as I walked out the door, his laugh echoing through the train station.
As I left, no kid met my eyes. They stayed away from anyone who was close to Z. I couldn’t blame them. I’d do the same.
I clutched the money tightly in my hand, it was all worth it. If I died, it was fine. As long as died for my brother. Z’s words echoed through my mind, like he was mocking me. Did he know my secret? No. He couldn’t know. No one knew. Not even Ryan.
I walked past a shop window and saw my reflection. I was no cute boy, not like Ryan. I kept Ryan clean but I had no time for myself. I was scruffy, my clothes tattered and hair like it had been through a bush. I didn’t have Ryan’s eyes either. My eyes were a dark green, my hair was black and I was tall for my age. I was a seven year old ‘boy’. I grinned, if I didn’t know better, I’d think my reflection was a ‘boy’. I was no boy. But no one knew, I wanted to keep it that way.
That's just the first bit, I'll put up the next tomorrow maybe... I hope you liked it :)
It's raining today, shouldn't say I'm surprised really. I AM in England. I hope it's sunny where you are. :) I have the pertfect song for today.
I don't know why it just fits. It's okay if you don't like it. Just don't throw something at me! Look at my post on 'Those Youtube Haters.'
So I was typing yesterday. On my laptop and managed to get the internet working, my sis was on the computer (I'm on the 40th page now!!!) and I decided to read some One Piece fanfiction. Yeah, I don't why either. I just felt like it. I was basically glued to the screen.... Go look on www.fanfiction.net go see for yourself. I'm tempted to write my own but I'm not very good at that sort of thing. My stories just tend to goon for ever. Like at school they ask to to write one page on something I do five or someother ridiculous number....
Ever done that? No? Oh, well, I'm sure I'm not the only one who writes more than you need to.
President Kennedy was the fastest random speaker in the world with upwards of 350 words per minute.
Sooooo I went ASDA yesterday and forgot to post it on here but when did ASDA get good taste. I don't bother calling them George. No, it's so cheap it's ASDA. They're having a 50% off sale right now (don't believe me? Go there yourself or just go on their webbie) and I found some nice stuff.
since im 13 I can't wear them (such a shame) they'd look soooo good with these tights I saw in Primark, a black dress or a skirt maybe... Anyway I'm getting off topic. It got me thinking whats in fashion this season soooo I had a little lookie on the webbie.
So the 60s ladylike look is back people! If you don't know what your body shape is go here:http://www.channel4.com/4beauty/style-me/bodyshapefinder. It's very helpful. I'm a medium height sleder shape! !YAY! Tell me your results girls, it's about we got some confidence and Gok is just the gay guy to do that. If you don't know who I'm talking about you haven't looked. Look up Gok Won on Google.
Back to subject, 70s and military style is in big too.
Sorry if you can't see it very well but it's nice isn't it? I've seen a few like it in Primark, Topshop and Next.
Think 70s maxi dresses girls. The bolder the print the better but beware of the colour. Make sure the colour suits your skin tone. If you have uber dark chocolate skin go for purple or white, or something that shows you off. For those pale beauties out there stick to pastal colours, they'll show off your skin tone. For more info go here: http://www.ehow.com/how_3249_choose-colors-flatter.html
Very useful. I'm a Summer and suit pastels, not black and orange. Good thing I don't normally wear them. Well sometimes black if I'm in a bad mood or going a funeral...
Here's the maxi dress I was talking about. It's good for covering up bumpy bits. Again make sure you take Goks test and click the button 'find clothes to suit my shape' it'll surprise you what you find :)
The buttons on the sleeve ends of the jacket were invented cuz Napoleons soilders had an annoying habit of wiping their noses on their sleeves...
