180 degrees in 2 minutes

The thoughts in my head had enough power to blast the entire tri-state area or the entire town. No harm in trying. Right? I thought. 'Where's Gia? Where's Lenny? Lori? Aaliyah?' Eff it. 'Heck they're right infront of me. Rite infront of me. Yup that's right. I was screaming my lungs dry,til they were short on oxygen. Still, I was invisble. No one except God Almighty heard me. My friends minding their own business, together, without me. 'What am I? the minion? What the heck have I done?!! Lori, Gia and Alie have been avoiding me! What in the world is going on Len?'
'Nothing Beth. it's just you know the rumors, they've kinda spread out. And nobody's buying your story that you're uh a nice person anymore.'
'Len! you're my best friend! You guys! they're my best friends too! You're supposed to believe me! What happened to oath 02 6 years ago!!? Huh?!! You forget that Len?!!'
Shut up!Come on! You're as pathetic as a frickin attention desperate celebrity. You bet your fricking math test I remember!'
'So what's the point of taking it and ignoring it when it appears in your small brain Len?!!'
'Watch it Elizabeth Walters!! Curse it Beth! You cussed her in front of me!! On the first day of school!! What do you want me to damn do!'
'One thing Lenny! one!! Believe me!She got my temper rising!! She's fricking acussing me of drug dealing!! frickin drug dealing.Are you gonna-'
'Beth! that's enough! I found meth in your backpack! What do you want me to say!!! That is a drug!!!! i'm sorry! I gotta go, my mom's here. Bye and don't call me anymore'.
She hung up. My best friend of 6 years hung up on my call. I felt a portion of my heart finally tearing up. The tear was bloody and it burnt white hot. The school, my friends, my neighbours, my FAMILY. Not believing me. Could I just dissapear and not face expulsion, court and juvenile prison eventually. I'm frickin 17 I didn't deserve it. I know what I did. I don't have never will have or sell drugs. I stopped daydreaming of the past, after all that was 2 years ago. Just one more day. I'll be a free woman. I finally got myself to accept Corrine Baxon was,is what's the diff? Is a (every bad word I know.) After 2 years in juvie prison, on false accounts I felt good becuse I skipped high school with stuck up brats. I learnt that Lenn is no longer Lenn. Her dad's attorney firm has been doing well and she is wearing Donna Karan and Ralph Lauren to school everyday.Gia is in UK with her directing scholarship. Lori is off in Stanford and Aaliyah was the only one whom has been writing. Gia and Lori occasionally. Mike writes most often. My brother seems to be the only one who seems to miss me. Mum and Steve left town and my real dad came to visit every week. I'll live with dad in New York and start college with a rap sheet. What college will accept an ex-con? Certainly not the Ivy League. I'll try anyway. Manny and Susan seem to encourage. My new friends I made in juvie. Nice people. We had a promise to turn over a new leaf. Manny was put in for involvment in his friend's murder and Susan, underage drinking, drug dealing and- oh that's it. All three of us are getting released in the same week. I go the earliest and Manny second and Susan the next day. I couldn't wait to see New York and half the people there've done time. So what's the biggie? At least I learn the same thing in juvie. Well, I'm 21 now, and you usually finish college now. I do look 18, And I can always e- learn and work as a dancer.
'Hey, hey weekend entertainment!! It's here!! Today's her last day! Make sure you catch this ladies and gentleman! Last day in here! You'll say her on MTV soon guys but not in a orangish, yellow' Manny stammered.'Yo Sue what colour is this?'
'Tangerine, Manny man.'
'Thanks girl.'
'No probs. Will you frickin introduce her Manny!! Her last day in Boston Juvie Prison, ladies and gentlemen!! Dita Von Teese- whoops Arra Rossi!!!
I danced to Kesha's Tick Tock and I never felt better. Because tomorrow I was a free person. With my dad and Gia, Lori and Aaliyah are gonna take a day off to see me. My dad promised Burger King and Japanese food. My reason for still staying alive. At least better than prison food.
Before I knew it I was waken up by Leiko the prison warden telling me to get ready at 6.30 a.m. Court was at 7.30 and I wanted to impress and say I could be a new person with a clean sheet. Except for juvie but you get it.
'Well Miss Rossi, you've been very well behaved and you did well in your studies, 3.9 GPA is fantastic for a person going through so muchl especially prison,so parol will be unnessecary,but will be reenforced if you ever misbehave, and you went through prison well behavedly,so, good luck with your new life in New York Miss Rossi, court adjourned. My father hugged me with tears in his eyes. 'Your mother would've been so proud, honey'he said. I wanted to cry. my mother wasn't here. I sobbed and heaved.
'I don't care if mom's not here, I've got you. And all I need is my dad. Mum never got me. only you did.
'Hey Liz or Arra? You're free. I'm so proud of you. You got through juvie! hon! You're awesome.' My brother now 22 hugged and kissed me on the forehead. His reality reflecting mind still humoured me.
Aaliyah, Lori and Gia ran towards me and started crying.
'Beth! We're so sorry we let Lenny manipulate us! We're so sorry!! Will you ever-'
I hugged the three of them. 'Of course I do, you crazy chicks. Lenn was such a twerp and a brat. Just leave her alone. She's got money to spend right?! So let's just push Lenn away. And I kinda go by Arra Rossi now. Because you know Walters is Steven's last name and Rossi is my dad's.'
'And the Arra?' Mike asked.
'i kinda like it.'
'And FYI Lenn goes by Leighton Ashley Brookes.' Lori's velvet voice whispered.
'Whatever! Burger King! Let's give em a good day cuz I'm starving.
i left Boston Juvie prison with an open heart and open mind. Never to return except to see my buds Manny and Sue the day after tomorrow. Asta la Vista!!

Hey guys I finally got my mum to reconnect the internet line!!

wow, such a relief to b online again. Never knew I'd b so addicted to it. Anyway here's my next one. enjoy!

My Brother George.(Inspired by Shia Labeouf's perfomance inTru Confessions)

"Paige!!Paige!! help me Paige!! Mom's hurting me again!! OW!!!" George's screams woke me. Melora was beating him. I jumped downstairs to see a 180 pound Melora pounding her fist at Georges back. I lunged for her and she fell to the hard teak floor, her body making a massive sound and impact on the floor. George's back was bruised terribly and his arm was bleeding profusely, apparently Melora had jammed her glass picture frame into George's back. The sight sickened me. Melora was our stepmother, or mine. George's biological one. She hated her own son, her own flesh and blood. She sickened me. I supported him up to my room and then I could hear Melora groaning on how unfortunate she is to have George and me. She hollered for Nessie our maid, hired to take care of us. Or Melora. I ignored her lousy complaints and continued to ease my brothers pain by quickening my steps to my room.
Once I reached my room, I carefully lay him on my bed and ransacked my room for my towel and a bucket of hot water from the shower. I washed his wound in pain, I couldn't stand watching my brother suffer. He was already disabled. He didn't have to suffer anything else. Monstrous tears trickled down my cheek as I joined my brothers suffering. I wrapped his gash in my towel and rubbed some ointment on his bruised back. "How does it feel George, better?" I asked him softly, careful not to rub it too hard. He was sobbing his eyes out, he was heaving and sniffling still. I really hated Melora. If I tell my father, he can't do anything. he was a living corpse. He could talk, but he was partially paralized when he couldn't move his limbs from neck below. Anything Melora did, he couldn't stop. Melora and he didn't have a prenup so if he divorced her, 40 million will go to her. I offered to murder her, but he detested the idea. Oh please, she! have a purpose to live?!! She's a has been supermodel and she weighs over double her supposed weight! And he says it's waste of time! Killing people!
George replied in his croaky voice, "It's better Paige, I wanna go to my room now, please?"

"George, you're gonna sleep in my room tonight. I'll get the pull out. And I don't want Melora barging in your room and hitting you again." i said, putting my arm around his small frame. His dark curls wisping in the wind.
He nodded. I pulled the covers over him and kissed him on the forehead. He was so wonderful. My brother George. I couldn't bear him calling Melora "mum, momma, mommy" It sickened me to the bone.
I went back to my Biology notes and focused on me and George's future in Harvard U and me majoring in Biological & Physics studies. And I'll buy a nice apartment near campus and graduate and study physics in CERN like Vittoria Vetra in Angels and Demons, and George is going to Switzerland with me. I snapped out of my dream and again focused on my notes. As I did, I awaited the next day with goals and dreams, just as my mother had tought me. I whispered goodnight to her and I could feel her patting my back and giving me a hug.

Oddity, is not something u gain, or practice. It is definitely not given to u. You're born with a personality. You don't suddenly change personalities. Unless you're bipolar or you have an alter ego which u can't control.
Well, oddity, is my middle name.
I don't like talking. It's a waste of time. You go on and on and on. U make a point, and then u shut up. What more could you talk of? Things that aren't related to the point? What good is that? We humans, live temporarily. Not forever. So why waste yourtime in the world by talking? I dislike people who talk TOO much they think we want to listen. But we don't.

hi guys, this is my first story on blogger. Enjoy!
MY FIRST FOOTBALL MATCH!
The crowd, was ecstatic. Malaysia had scored their first goal against hotshot club Manchester United. The Malaysian fans couldn't believe what they saw. Alex Ferguson couldn't believe it either. The Malaysian team had every body's mouths hanging wide open. Even our Prime Minister doubted they would actually score a goal. Everyone hoped for a goal, never expected one. Die hard fans did and they got one. Well two. Sadly Manchester scored back with two other goals and they shot back with another. The entire match was a doubt fest, as all football matches are. Never predictable, always surprising. Including Liverpool's stupid lost to Sunderland 'or the team with the controversial goal that included a freaking beach ball'. thrown by a silly Liverpool fan. Yes my first match was Man U match not a Liverpool one. I supported Malaysia of course, wouldn't ever in my craziest mind state support Man U. I seriously, seriously mean it. Well the game was very memorable and for my next one, I vow to go to a Liverpool game. And see Steven Gerrard, Fernando Torres, Glenn Johnson, Javier Mascherano, and of course the best goalkeeper in the world Pepe Reina, and Diego Cavallieri, and of course one man club guy, Jamie Carragher!!

That's it for my first story, guys!
P.s
Watch the Man U and Liverpool match this Sunday!! Go REDS!!!

my first day at blogger...

hello friends welcome and thank you 4 visiting my blog!!! So far I have started blogging once which is now. I would like 2 dedicate my blog to writing stories of my own encounters and ones I would like to share with you.