Girls Dilemmas! Part 1

"Yeah. Sure." Megan replied in a daze. OMG! What had she done? "Good. See you in the the Gymnasium tomorrow lunchtime then!" the P.E teacher Ms Morgan said.

Until home time, Megan was fretting over what to do. Should she try out for cheerleading? But then she thought hard. "Oh, I might as well just go. I'll give it a try and if it leads to something, good, but if it doesn't I don't mind," she whispered to herself. At home she checked her diary to see what was happening tomorrow, and she found:

Monday 25th May 2009

Meeting Jess for lunch :)



Uh-oh. She was meeting Jess! Not that she minded seeing her best friend though. It's the fact that she had told Ms Morgan she would try out for cheerleading practice! Now she would have to turn down one of them. Jess is my best friend, but I see her often, Megan thought. But she would be so disappointed! Jess was looking forward to meeting Megan for lunch since two weeks ago! And Ms Morgan would be upset, too. She really seemed happy when I said yes to trying out for cheerleading. Who should I turn down, Megan thought to herself.



Jess' diary entry

I'm meeting Megan tomorrow for lunch! I'll even treat her to hot choccie and a muffin. Anyway, diary, I have a massive problem! I think I've got a new best friend. Her name's Sara. She's really nice and we both go to dance class together. But how will I let down Megan? She hasn't got anyone else. Plus she's getting quite boring :( All she talks about is school. And books. Come on, Megan, save the books for school! I wish I didn't have to go and meet her for lunch tomorrow. I've pretended to be excited for her sake, but I honestly am NOT. I'd rather meet Sara for lunch any day.

If only poor Megan knew how easy her problem would be solved! To be continued with more dilemmas! Stay tuned!

His smile is infectious; his laughter is infectious, everything about baby monkey is infectious. His soft, large cheeks are a joy to pinch, his ticklish neck is a joy to tickle. Seeing him laugh and squeal as he tries to run away is also a joy to watch. When he comes up to me to ask to play melts my heart. He's so sweet and cute when he runs in my room asking if I will play with him I have to say yes, it will break his delicate heart if I say no.



So we decide what game we are going to play. He takes out every single game from his cupboard and asks me which I would like to play. Whichever game I say, even if he dislikes the game he will play it with me.



Sometimes he runs into my room to tell me something, like "It's snowing Roshni!"

Or: "Do you want to come to the park with me and mummy?"



He's the nicest brother ever and this post is dedicated to him!

Friends- Acrostic For Teens Prompt

Friendship
Reliable
Interesting
Entertaining
Nice
Delightful
Sweet

3rd Attempt At 55 Fiction

5th post today! Today, I have also changed the template, because my old template I found was a bit too pink. There's still pink on my Hello Kitty template, but there's much, much less! :D

I'm leaning against the wall, phoning up someone. I remain quiet when the person picks up. I don't mind if anyone finds out who I'm phoning; I don't want the person to know who I am. "Hello?" the person at the end of the line says. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I scream, and I put the phone down.

Yes! 55 words exactly!

Smile To Me

Sunshine has nothing on this
Miles it can spread
It can make,
Lots of people happy
Exciting to see, too

Thousands of people smile a day but
Only a few truly appreciate it

Making the world fill with joy
Encanting smiles is all the world needs

TO BECOME A HAPPIER PLACE! SO, SMILE AT SOMEONE, YOU WILL MAKE THEIR DAY!

2nd Attempt At 55 Fiction

Sameera was sitting on the step, reading a book, when her mum came up to her. "Sameera, are you ok?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you mother," Sameera replied polietly, not taking her eyes of the book.
"You do read too much, dear. Come downstairs and sit in the dining room with us,"
"May I finish first?"

A bit over 55 words! Oops. I like my 1st attempt more.

1st Attempt At 55 Fiction

"But you are my friend," Sorcha complained.
"Not anymore! I have a new friend," Roshni said.
"Who may that be? I haven't seen you with anybody else!"
"My new friend is-
"Who is it?!" shouted Sorcha.
"My new friend is-
"HURRY UP!"
"Give me a chance to speak!"
"I am!"
"My new friend is Blogger!"

Well? Like the attempt?

Siblings- Acrostic For Teens Prompt

Sad when you're sad
Important part of your life
Bossy but still...
Loving to each other.
Irrittating sometimes
Never giving up on you
Good to you when you need it the most
Siblings are all above and more.

dedicated to my cute cheeky little brother!

Nightmares

Hi! I hope you enjoyed the last post: My Childhood Dream prompt.
Have you ever had a nightmare? Where you think it's real? I have them all the time. When I have a nightmare I hug the blanket tightly, crouching into a ball. It feels so real. I can feel the hot breath of the monster, who is breathing down my neck. I can see flashes of red and orange. It makes me think of a fire. I think that if I lay still enough, the monster will go...
No. It is still there. Suddenly, a feel a hot burst of air. I let go of my blanket just for a second and I feel my body covered with green, oozing slime. I am trapped. The next few minutes seem so unreal, so terrifying. Then I wake up, and to my relief there is NO green oozing slime covering my body, NO monster, NO hot bursts of air. It was just a nightmare. When I have nightmares I sometimes wake up, heart pounding heavily. I run to the attic and lock myself in. Then I see a rat in there, so my heart starts pounding all over again. I release a scream, a frightening loud scream, and my mother runs in, shouting my name over and over again. All I can hear is "Missi, Missi," and weird noises, like a door slamming over and over again, cats wailing, fire engines roaring. I'm helpless, just lying there. I sometimes feel like I'm the only one who gets these sorts of nightmares. Do you?

My Childhood Dream (Tell A Tale Prompt)

Mother was sitting cross legged on the stone floor, clutching knitting needles and a scarf. Anjali, her sister, had bought Mother knitting needles finally. When they were younger, living in the streets of Mumbai begging for scraps of food, they could hardly afford clean water, let alone knitting needles. The sisters' mother (my Grandmother) had died when Mother was only 8 and Anjali was 13, causing them to fend for themselves. They had barely survived until Anjali got a job, which was a cleaner for a rich family. Anjali came home late at night every day, starting very early the next day. While Anjali was at work, Mother would beg passers for food and money. Very few were kind enough to give so Mother searched dustbins for food. Sure enough, there wasn't fresh food, she told me, but there was still enough scraps to at least survive.

Anjali told me about a time when it was Mother's fifteenth birthday. "I knew she wanted knitting needles," Anjali began. "But I couldn't afford them. I felt so bad,"

When Anjali was twenty-two, she got a job as a waitress, and Mother got a job as a chef in the same restaurant. After a year, it was enough to buy a home. It wasn't the ideal home. It was a hut, but at least Anjali and Mother had a roof over their heads.

Today is Mother's thirtieth birthday, and I am twelve years of age. This is the first time Mother has got a birthday present from Anjali, because Anjali needed to pay all the bills and buy food and did not have enough for a present. As Mother unwraps the present, she starts laughing! "Anjali! It was my childhood dream to get knitting needles and now I have finally achieved it!" They hug and smile and everyone (including me) is happy.