The "Walking Snowman"

I went over to my friend's house after school. It all started on a Friday when she came out of the bathroom. I finished off painting my nails, I looked up and almost spilt half of the bottle on her bedsheets. I saw a walking snowman, and realised it was my friend. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with laces and little flowers embodied on the hems and to tell you the truth she looks absolutely HORRIBLE. She twirled around, showing off her dress. I was careful not to burst out laughing or scream in horror.

"I got it on sale the other day! I gathered up ALL my pocket money and bought it just like that!" she boasted and snapped her fingers. I forced a smile on my face, "You look FAB!" I gushed with sweetness. She had a smile plastered on her face as well as I did. She said we should go shopping, I agreed and got out of my school uniform. I pulled on my tank top and a pair of jeans.

"You're going in that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even. She looked at her dress with worry. "No, no! It looks GREAT!" I lied and snatched my cell phone out of my bag when she added some finishing touches. This sort of things were definitely gossip-worthy. I texted all my friends explaining what happened and told them to go to the mall. I quickly slid my phone back inside just in time.

By the time we got to the mall, almost all of our friends were there "shopping". Everyone was staring at her and pointing at her. There was a sudden cry of laughter and soon ALL the shoppers were laughing at her (Shopkeepers included). I saw her blush deeply and she went dashing to the nearest bathroom. I ran in after her. I heard gasps of someone trying to breathe and muffled crying noises. I lookes in my bag for some sort of saviour-my jumper. She thanked me greatfully and we shopped all day, non-stop.

Daydreamer

I yawned and woke up confused. Ooh! Monday, of course. I quickly made my bed still moaning about today being Monday. I washed my face with apricot face scrub-each scrub feeling my tiredness and wishing I slept earlier the other night. I got some breakfast down my throat and did all the normal everyday things. I was packing my cell phone in my bag. I gasped. I swore I saw someone standing right next to me. I looked over my shoulder, yanked open my wardrobe, peeked under my bed and looked everywhere. I didn't see anyone. I must have been daydreaming, it was Monday. We went on the bus and I looked out the window, listening to my favorite songs on my ipod. I yelped. I swore to myself that I saw someone standing in the woods. I blinked my eyes, trying to stop them from going into my daydream mode. I quickly changed the song into a more happier song. I wished this moening curse will go on to someone else, I looked to my left and for the third time I SWORE I saw someone crawling in the corner of my eye. I literally slapped my head, trying to clear the image. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. The bus was filled with tired people-dozing off occasionally.

This was getting extremely irritating and creepy. I scrolled down on my ipod for a more pleasant song and stuck with a few to entertain me on the way to school. I never saw the figure again. I guess I must have been daydreaming again.

Sundays

Great, Sundays. I like the word, I just hate the day. The fact that your not going to have a good night sleep for a few more nights is horrible. I guess I'll just have to live with it.

Anyways, I woke up earlier than usual and I finished reading a book I've read three times before. I got out of bed and washed myself up. I started to eat my frozen juice and toasted a bagel. And I did all the other boring, everyday stuff. I was so bored I baked a cake with my mom. I went on facebook and charged my ipod for the week ahead of me. I racked my brains for any stray homework I didn't do. Well, not that I know of.

I ate lunch and watched Friends for abit I was very bored and now I probably am going to be the boringest person EVER. My hand hurt alot but I didn't have a bandage bigger than 8cm. Okay, this may be the boringest Slice of Life Challenge in living history but at least I tried right??

I wanted to continue watching you-know-what but I remembered that my sister has taken it away from it. Urgh. But I decided to get ready for making the best of this boring day.

Fridays

I finally got home from school and I immediately switched on the computer. Okay, I only had to the Slice of Life Challenge! I was always excited on Fridays. The fact the I don't have to go to school tomorrow is too good to turn down. I saw my sister turn on the DVD player and she started watching Brothers & Sisters, my favourite. It was Season 2, and I hadn't watched it yet. I tore my eyes off the screen and opened my Blog. I might as well get homework over with! But I couldn't resist. I got up and walked to the TV. My eyes immediately locked on to the screen and I watched 3 episodes straight. I glanced at the clock. Shoot! I better get started on my blog, I thought. I started on my blog, my eyes still glancing at the TV. My sister switched it off.

"Hey! I was watching!" I said from the computer.

"I didn't want to disturb you!" she sneered. I groaned.

Now here I am. Tapping away at the keyboards. I sighed. I needed to finish the Geography poster too. I wanted to finish the Season today!! I logged on to facebook. Homework and Facebook. Perfect.

Great. Friday well spent Mari.

No Coffee!

I woke up with a shove from my mom and I had to get up. I decided to sneak a few more minutes in bed but my sister was done using the bathroom so I had to get up. I washed my face and took a light shower. I walked into the living room noticing that there was no coffee on the table. Apple juice, yuck! I crawled in to my chair and started my cereal. Finally, my mom was out of the kitchen. I pretended to gulp down the juice and poured it down the sink. Great! No coffee. Urghh! I got my glass of water and took my daily pills.

"Hey! Your done with you juice already??" she asked, I nodded quickly. My sister kicked my shin from across the table.

"You did NOT drink your juice!" she sneered. I retorted but eventually I had to drink my sister's juice.

I got to school and my friends were crowding around something. I never joined in those crowds. It made me feel like someone who is desperately trying to fit in. I leaned against the wall and tried to stay awake. The classes passed and no coffee anywhere. By the time I got home I couldnt believe my eyes when there was a fresh pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen at last.

Gosh! just one stupid cup of coffee and I'm crabby all day!

Question 1...

I sat on the squeaky couch, and stared at the TV, Friends was on as I held my lunch to my mouth. I chewed slowly and decided what to do with my time at home. Well, I had to do my homework of course. Oh, gosh. Homework. To be honest I don't know how I'm going to finish all my homework. I had to use my time at home wisely! Not waste it on a stack of papers! I drank some more water from my blue, swirly straw and thought about flunking homework. I sighed and sipped some more water.

By the time my lunch was gone and my glass of water was empty, I was extremely bored. I lay back and decided to get on the computer. I went on facebook and started my Slice of Life challenge. I curled up on the chair and wondered which homework I should attack first. I wanted to have a book to read or something but I decided homework ought to be first or I would have to pay.

I rolled my eyes over to the TV which was showing Desperate Housewives. Okay, question 1, I said to myself after 5 minutes of staring at the piece of paper that sat in front of me. My mom got home and I had to finally get working. Flunking homework was NOT a good thing to mention to my mom!

I rolled over my bed and it was as if my eyelids were ten times it's usual weight and was like someone was dragging them down. My blanket felt alot more comfortable than usual. Next thing I know. I wake up startled and snapped into action and started my homework. Okay, question 1 here I come!

Baseball:Worst Sport I've Ever Played

Gosh, I honestly hate P.E. First of all, I get picked last for teams amongst ther rest of the 8th graders. Second, no one passes me the ball. Third, I've only got Violeta, Nysha and Yeji to talk to. And probably a few other bits of horrible stuff. Well this time it was probably the same thing over again.

I was picked last on teams, again. I was screaming for the ball but no one passed, again. Since it didnt seem to matter to anyone whether I was there or not, I talked to Violeta. It was my turn to bat and I swung the bat over my shoulder, kept my eyes focused. Whoosh! But no Clang. "Strike 1!" coach yelled.

I swung the bat over my shoulder once more after I rolled my eyes. Whoosh! Still no Clang. "Strike 2!", there was a whole bunch of muttering noises behind me. I groaned.

I focused once more, swung the bat over my shoulder. Come on! Third time lucky! I said to myself. Whoosh! Clang! Finally the stupid ball hit my bat. I ran to first, second, third base and made myself those home run thingies that you have when you go to base to base.

I was already sweating. Boy, I needed to get into shape.