Late Homewok

Don't you hate it when you get home from school and you say you'll start you're homework, but you go off thinking you have better things to do and don't get round to it until it's too late. Or when it’s a weekend, you know you have spare time, and know you have to do homework, but you go and do something else anyway. When you leave homework until the last possible minutes.
Well something like that happened to me last weekend. I left my school bag at a friend's house with all my books and work in it, and the only time I could retrieve it was Sunday afternoon. So I went and got it. As soon as I got home we ate dinner, as soon as we ate dinner I took a shower. I only had a few minutes to do my homework before my mom started on a long tirade about should have done it earlier. So I ran to the computer (still wet), sat down and dried my hands and typed faster than the worlds fastest. I finished my writing, Spanish and science work in recorded time.
So I think I should start my homework earlier next time.

You Got to Love Her

The soft flow of her hair flows with the scent of apple blossom,
The sweet look in her eyes as they open into wide blue pools of happiness.
We sit on the berry colored bean bags,
And jabber on for short hours about anything we can think of.
We drink sugary drinks together,
And laugh ourselves silly.
We take in one balloon worth of helium between us,
And scare our mother with the squeak of our voices.
We lie on the hammock and nudge each other,
Until 'Crash', one of us falls.
We fight sometimes too.
All the way to slaps and shouts,
But I still love her, not just because she's my sister,
Because she's a friend and you got to love her.
She's like a pet; they get annoying, and are hard to get rid of.
But you still love them anyway.

Hot Lime and Honey

SOL
The hot water burns your pink lips as you taste the flirty sweetness and sour goodness smooth down you're through as soft s a butterfly's wing. The hot honey and cool lime swirls together in a hot perfume of tea that hits you in the head with a perfect essence. The warmth of the hot liquid spreads through out the inside of your chest. You bring the rim of the mug to your lips for the last time and take a sip, making your taste buds go wild. A drip of tea strolls down your chin and drops off leaving a sticky path of choughs in its own way. Your sore scratched throat is smooth again, and you feel fine as you put the mug down next to you. You turn the light off, leaving darkness in its place. Then…you slowly drift to sleep.

Silly Bands

Why do some people collect silly bands?
I don’t abhor them in all the ways possible and they're not amiss in any way, its just I don’t see the point of them. This is not a tirade of everything about silly bands, it's just my opinion. I mean some of them are cute but its not like they're worth anything, are they? They were probably invented when the rubber band factory messed a bunch up and then decided to sell them as what ever you think the look like. Naming them something that can represent all of them - Silly Bands. Come on…I don’t even know what some of them are. They're expensive too, two whole dollars for like four of them. I also wonder why boys have them as well. For example, I recently heard a little boy scream to his mother saying, "MOMMY, MOMMY, I GOT THE PINK FLOWER SILLY BAND, it can go by my orange dinosaur now." or something like that anyway. Or I see little children impelling their mothers to buy silly bands for them. I have a question, why when some people have an armful of silly bands they still entreat for more? I see them everywhere, it's like they haunt me or something. Out of the corner of my eye, red, green . . . glow in the dark, what next? I guess we'll have an interminable era of them until the next thing comes along.

Ice

I LOVE ICE. How cold it is, how it melts on your mouth. How the little lump of snow brushes cooley down your throat.
I Often get a glass and fill it up to the brim full of ice. I sit there eating it, as my mother teases me: shes never seen someone have so much ice before. My maid used to call me la reina del hielo... until I asked her to stop because it got annoying. But seriously, I like it.

I Should Set a Better Example for my Sisters

I threw myself onto the soft bed and tilted my head back, to look up at the white light as I turned it off, only to leave a small yellow lamp on. It was 3:45, the time we got usually get home.

I was in my room for 2 hours; reading, painting my nails, and all that stuff. You could call it anything but homework. Without me knowing my littlest sister did the same thing(but just not for that long).

My sister told my mother and she blamed it on me. Just then I realized that I need to set a better example for my own sisters.

The Girl that Finally got Caught

She'd be doing homework,
In the wolf room 'till four,
Or so she said.

She and her friends strolled casually down to the bakery,
Down the road, so slow, to study,
Or so she said.

They had gone there, to find us, sitting on a carved bench,
Waiting for exactly four,
Or so we said.

A 'gasp' we heard, and embarrassed looks suddenly crossed her face,
Guilt, sorrow, innocence,
So we saw.

The sound of her voice was soft like the white linen that draped my mothers back.
She told us that she'd been talked into it,
So we heard.

Standing there, glowing with sorrow,
It was her, the girl who finally got caught.

WW letter

Eleanor Ashcroft
County Hall, Walton Street
Aylesbury, HP20 1UA

September 8th, 1933

Dear Mary Williams,

Hello again, I'm just checking things are fine down there.

I have recently been into town with mother to get the Anthology of poems. I have been dearly wanting it for the past few months, I am blessed the shop still had it. Though, I almost purchaised the collection of anonymus stories. I have been waiting long for it because father only gives me sixpence a week.

Gran came to visit last Sunday for tea, she was wearing the dearest pink bonnet I ever saw. Gran bought the two prettiest frocks over for me too (she usually brings me something for her disposition is so bright), an early birthday gift I'm guessing. Mary, I hope you are coming down next week, for its my 14 year.

I've heard the flu has recurred just out side of Oxfordshire. Oh, I hope you don't go and get it, its getting quite prevalent and I can not afford to loose anyone else nowadays.

I have to go to the school fate this afternoon, this generations school fates are extraordinary. Well then I will leave you there for now.


your loving friend always,
Eleanor

Confession Tuesday List

1. I would like long hair, but It doesn't suit me.

2. I'm not so keen on the color red, and I detest light pink, but love dark pink.

3. Most of the time I paint my nails, I usually wait until their dry and then I take the color off: I don't like the way I paint my own nails.

4. I think most breeds of cats are ugly, with the exception of a few.

5. I hate all of the curtains in my house, in my opinion they're hidious.

6. I really think the wardrobes in my and sisters room were designed with no thought put into them. It has a panel in the middle of the frame for the doors and a set of drawers build inside of them takes up almost half of the space, then... its complicated and I really don't like them, they're annoying.

7. I get really irritated with fake flowers, I can't stand how they look.

8. I Killed my first and only goldfish 3 years ago when I fed it chocolate cake.

9. I have uneven hand writing and can't spell at all, and it takes a while for someone to convince me to like a certain picture I drew.

10. I love clod things to eat or drink such as ice for example.

Only Three Minutes

A lot of things have changed me, a lot of things haven't either. One thing was the time when I had that three minute transition schedule (while shivering) in my bare hands, getting kissed by the movable airs raw temperatures. They had just finished modifying it and had informed the teachers to tell us the news.

I usually spend a short two minuets talking to friends, a couple of seconds opening my locker, then pulling books out and putting books in. Then I rush off to my next class only just making it there in time. I did this approximately always before the bell rang, but now I almost run to get there on time, I manage to get there but there's no time to mingle with friends. A good time to do that is during lunch, and the problem with that is I cant sit with everyone at once. We get other times to talk, yes. But I often would say I'll talk to you after class. Not any more though, I guess I'll just have to find a way around it.

One Nosy Cat

I have a cat with a blue nose. Why, you may ask? It all started like this:
My mom was sitting in the large kitchen painting with the many watercolors she owns. My cat was helping too: he was drinking the paint water and chewing the clean brushes. My mom had a thin brush that was colored blue in her paint stained hand . Suddenly out of no where she lifts up the brush to the tip of Toms nose and paints it blue in one stroke, I laughed so hard I almost fell of my chair. I said it was really mean, but her only response was laughing. Poor cat.