Is amazing! I love x10 this movie! It is very funny, scary, and interesting! After about the first few minutes of the movie I had probably jumped and gasped "ahhh!" (quietly) two or three times! Now, I will nawt spill the beans on the movie, but by the looks of it, I think there will be another one. (they sure did end the movie like there was going to be another movie!)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Pirates Of The Caribbean- On Stranger Tides...
Friday, May 27, 2011
The Clique!
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| A Tale of Two Pretties |
Girls, don't forget your lipgloss, or Massie will get you! (LOL) Here is the cover of the last ( :'( ) book!
The Haunted House on Brookshire Lane
I changed the title!!!!!!!! hehe
Chapter 1 of The Haunted House On Brookshire Lane
The doors creaked open and the smell of dead animal poisoned the air. Hanna and I gasped for air, pulled up our shirts to cover our noses and dove into the creaky, old, and abandoned house.
The first thing we saw was an old, grand staircase probably leading up to the second and third levels of the house, but I wasn’t brave enough to figure that out, yet. I listened to the door slightly ease back into it’s closed position. Instead of letting the door close and lock us in, I placed my jacket between the door and the door-frame to keep it from trapping us in the Haunted House of Brookshire Lane. I watched as Hanna glanced back at my silver Volvo in the driveway. I grabbed her arm and urged her towards the family room. The first thing we saw was an old and dusty rocking chair. It looked as if it hadn’t been sat on in decades. I swiped my hand over the seat of it and removed a layer of thick dust. After I examined the rocking chair, a bookshelf caught my eye. I was hoping it would have a scrapbook or passport booklet in it so I could find out who lived in this house last. Fortunately, I found an old, dusty, and moldy scrapbook. I opened it to the first page and saw one of those “this book belongs to ……” papers. It was filled out completely, the information read, My name is- Isabella Mankin-Litle ,year 1926 , My address is-126 Brookshire Lane. Hanna skipped over to me annd read over my should, then said,
“Score! Alli! You did it! Now, we can find out why this house is haunted. We know who used to live here!”
“I know! Do you have your IPhone? I can search this Isabella Mankin-Litle on Google!” I replied,
“Yeah, it’s right here.”
I grabbed the phone from her and searched Isabella Mankin-Litle. I found a few results, one article said, “The number 26, must be a cursed number in her family, her father died on Sept. 26, her fiancee died on his 26th birthday, and she died by falling down the staircase in her home, which has 26 wooden steps.” I immediately ran to the staircase and counted the stairs. Exactly 26 wooden steps.
“Hanna,” I called, “I have to show you something!” After she came, I read her the article and counted the steps.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Tomorrow is the 26th… we cannot, I repeat, cannot come back here tomorrow.”
“Hanna! We have to!”
“We have to what? Try and not get killed in this death trap? I am not coming to this house tomorrow!”
“Fine. I’ll just get Adam to come with me.”
The first thing we saw was an old, grand staircase probably leading up to the second and third levels of the house, but I wasn’t brave enough to figure that out, yet. I listened to the door slightly ease back into it’s closed position. Instead of letting the door close and lock us in, I placed my jacket between the door and the door-frame to keep it from trapping us in the Haunted House of Brookshire Lane. I watched as Hanna glanced back at my silver Volvo in the driveway. I grabbed her arm and urged her towards the family room. The first thing we saw was an old and dusty rocking chair. It looked as if it hadn’t been sat on in decades. I swiped my hand over the seat of it and removed a layer of thick dust. After I examined the rocking chair, a bookshelf caught my eye. I was hoping it would have a scrapbook or passport booklet in it so I could find out who lived in this house last. Fortunately, I found an old, dusty, and moldy scrapbook. I opened it to the first page and saw one of those “this book belongs to ……” papers. It was filled out completely, the information read, My name is- Isabella Mankin-Litle ,year 1926 , My address is-126 Brookshire Lane. Hanna skipped over to me annd read over my should, then said,
“Score! Alli! You did it! Now, we can find out why this house is haunted. We know who used to live here!”
“I know! Do you have your IPhone? I can search this Isabella Mankin-Litle on Google!” I replied,
“Yeah, it’s right here.”
I grabbed the phone from her and searched Isabella Mankin-Litle. I found a few results, one article said, “The number 26, must be a cursed number in her family, her father died on Sept. 26, her fiancee died on his 26th birthday, and she died by falling down the staircase in her home, which has 26 wooden steps.” I immediately ran to the staircase and counted the stairs. Exactly 26 wooden steps.
“Hanna,” I called, “I have to show you something!” After she came, I read her the article and counted the steps.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Tomorrow is the 26th… we cannot, I repeat, cannot come back here tomorrow.”
“Hanna! We have to!”
“We have to what? Try and not get killed in this death trap? I am not coming to this house tomorrow!”
“Fine. I’ll just get Adam to come with me.”
Memorial Day! And other somewhat interesting things!
Happy early Memorial Day! (hehe I almost typed Happy Easter!) I'm going to go and see Pirates Of The Caribbean sometime soon! I loveeeee those movies! If anyone has seen it already, please leave a comment giving me your opinion on it! Apparently, I am a nice person... (I was BORED ok?!) I fixed popcorn for my sister and her friend while they are over here watching movies. I guess because I gave them ice water along with it, I'm suckin' up to my sis and her friend. Now remember, I was bored. Why would I suck up to my sister? I don't need to suck up to her, because I am definitely her fav sibling! (lol... she prob doesn't HAVE a fav...) Right now, I am writing a story called Never Gone. I copy and paste the draft when I am done!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Can you raed tihs?
fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! If olny my taehcres wuold let me witre lkie tihs!
i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! If olny my taehcres wuold let me witre lkie tihs!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Piano...and all of the other things that I enjoy (or used to)
I play piano... sometimes, I am pretty awesome, and sometimes I am pretty suckish. Today, at my lesson, I was pretty suckish.
Today in gym, I play touch football with a bunch of other girls, who I am aquaintances with. They won. Sadly. The one thing I love to do was turned into something I hate because of one person giving me al the critisism she could dish out. That just made me feel fabulous, so now I want to blow her head off. I'm sorry... but she treats me like a freak, which nobody is a freak. We r all ourselves. She always wants to out-do me. Like she has to beat me at my own game.
Today in gym, I play touch football with a bunch of other girls, who I am aquaintances with. They won. Sadly. The one thing I love to do was turned into something I hate because of one person giving me al the critisism she could dish out. That just made me feel fabulous, so now I want to blow her head off. I'm sorry... but she treats me like a freak, which nobody is a freak. We r all ourselves. She always wants to out-do me. Like she has to beat me at my own game.
Monday, May 2, 2011
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