Ok, I going crazy here.
We are like the last school to get our laptops =.='
Yes, I know they are green. That's nothing a few pics of owls city and SHINee won't fix. But the screens are larger, they have slightly wider keys, and are slightly thinner.
See? My eyes are just fine. Who said anything about lazy eyes.
Ok. I mega failed an exam today. And had a panic attack. Scrub that last thing out :) Soooo for all those smarty pants out their with brains, have you heard of Dr.Du coaching? Hmmm? Ringing any bells?
Google it.
Or for those with an uncanny sense of humour, go check out the facebook group.
Yeaaaaa. I'm thinking I MEGA failed the test. Shall stick to minus and plus, ehh?
Orr if I get off FB all the time and start writing it... I could drop school in year ten if it sells and start my writing career. Fat chance that'll happen.
I hope you all read yesterday's second blog. Ok, watched. It's super funny people :] guaranteed a definite smile.
So there's this new thing I hate.
When people impinge on my personal space.
I mean, its alright with any of my friends for like a hug ♥ lol but when people get way too close and in your face. Its kinda like, back off a little. Chill.
Yea anyway. I'll type you a section of a part in one of my short stories, eh?
This is a section halfway through Fragile Edges, by me, Caitlin Preval. If you steal it I will hunt you down and kill you :)
She took a quick detour to a different park, one that was even more secluded than the last. Well, it was more like a forest, but if you walked far enough into it, there was a tiny clearing with a willow and three baby blossom trees; bluebells and dandelions sprouting up through the grass.
The sun would cut through the towering trees and spread golden rays on the lush violet colours, the soft blush shade of petals, the dark ruby berry buds.
There was a little pond with dancing glitter and flashes of metallic orange fish scales. Four watery green circles floating with thin paper-like edge; a spiky pale fuchsia flower stretching its sharp points out towards the sky; the lilies.
And then looking up, there was the sky. A thick, even, blue canvas, with feathery, pallid, clouds like painted streaks of white; glowing and gold edged when the sun hid behind one.
The rosy emerald grass prickled her soft skin and bent, cushioning her as she sat.
That’s what her eyes saw. Every fine detail, down to the last isolated grain of sand and bubble of rain dew on grass blades.
This was what she'd miss.
Ok. Did you like? Personally, this is (other than the sadly romantic ending) my fav part of the story.
And for you non-book readers out there, reading books it awesome, and totally worth your time. If reality is like floating on the ocean, wild and noisy, and fun, then reading is like going under, where it's mysterious, exotic, full of thousands of hidden things you don't know. It's quiet and beautifull, but only temporary.
Ok, signing off. Have to go and fret over hopefully getting my laptop tommorow and complain about that aerobics class that miss calls hiphop during third period.
Cat
