I love the way Mizz Hannah and Little Miss La La (check out their blogs, c'est trés bien) write little stories on their blogs. I thought I'd do that too, 'coz it looks fun!
Emily trudged through the damp, deserted park. Back to a world of anger and tears.
She shivered as she took out her mobile. 4 new messages flashed up on the screen. Emily knew she wouldn't want to open them. She knew it would only make her more upset, and scared. But she couldn't just put the phone back in her pocket. She had to know what they said.
'get lost freak! we don't want u here.'
'u think ur so great. how come no-one likes u then?'
'go back to where u came from'
The last message created a lump in her throat. Her eyes welled up. Her hands went stiff. The phone dropped onto the wet ground, skidded, and landed beside an old, gnarled tree. They really didn't like her here. They hated her.
What had she done?
The only thing that set her apart from the other students at St. Mary's College was her chocolate brown face. Her skin colour.
The girls at her last school never did anything like that. There were at least 5 coloured kids in her class. Emily wasn't the most popular girl in the class, no way, but she had friends. Lots of friends. People thought she was nice. She was never bullied.
Bullied. That's what those nasty, mean girls were doing. Bullying her. You'd think she'd know that. Since Emily was five years old it had been drilled into her head by teachers and her parents that bullying was wrong, a bad thing. She knew that if someone does anything you don't like to you, you have to tell someone. Why hadn't she realised before?
Emily knew what she had to do. She sprinted out of the park, her feet pounding as hard as the rain that had just burst from the sky. Pushed open her house gate, turned the key in the lock and ran up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door.
She took out her phone and dialled 0800 1111. Childline.
Note: This is not a true story, but thousands of children have, are or will be bullied at sometime in their lives. You don't have to suffer. Talk to a parent, close friend or trusted teacher, or call Childline on 0800 1111. Whatever your problem, you can tell them and they will offer you advice. Plus it's completely confidential, and it won't come up on your phone bill.
Have you ever been, like, really inspired? And really admire someone?
Wow. What a girl.
If you haven't read Think Pink, Beauty*Licious, It's a Girl Thing or Viva la Diva, get out from under that rock and go make your life a bubble of pink smiles.
If you're feeling the credit crunch, but want to be inspired by Lisa and her fiesty character Lola Love, check out www.lolasland.com and www.pink-world.co.uk
Lisa is so amazing. Before reading Think Pink I look in the mirror and only saw what I didn't love about me.
But after Think Pink, I was like, why did I waste time hating myself? All those opportunites I've missed, because I wasn't confident enough.
Well woo-hoo-hoo I am now a ray of sparkley fab-ness!!!
Seers (seriously) girls, check her out.
I come with great wisdom, girls... to get things done a.s.a.p...
I have two minutes to bestow my wisdom upon you, as I am determined to start my homework at 5.00pm...
OK, I know it sounds impossible to start on time, but you will get whatever you're doing done so much faster!
I have got English homework (newspaper report on a big happening in Macbeth)
and Maths (have to check homework diary. After Mr.Hamilton said 'Homework' all I heard was blah de blah de blah blah blah) due tomorrow.
Sorry I'm talking about homework. Anyhow, the moral of the blog is, start on time, finish with time!
What is really cool about Blogger is that it really is just a blog. I mean, obvs, Bebo and Myspace etc. are great, I couldn't live without them, but you can't really just write, ya know? I really feel this blog is just for me. In fact, it is, unless it suddenly becomes wildly famous, which I doubt. But that's OK.
My blog is going to be a mish-mash of happy, sad, random, angry, excited, everything. It's going to have my latest OMG!, thought, amazing recipe (vegetarian or smothered in chocolate, natch) favourite word, something that happened to me, stories, poems, mag articles, recommended movies...the list goes on. You get it.