I GOT MY BRACES OFF!!!

Yaaaaay!!!!

Just one year and a few months of train-tracks was so worth my big grin right now - my teeth are lovely and straight and clean and bright and there's no over-bite and..... :D

More fabu news - It snowed reeally heavily today! I know it's been deep in England for a while but this is the first time it's laid (layed?) today - everything is so white and beautiful.

The ice chills my hands

Snow gently lands on my hair

Beautiful white

I walk to school, listen to music and make up haiku at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking!

I was going to get a lift, but traffic was not moving at all, so I faced the blizzard of delicate yet sharp snowflakes and arrived at school with soaking wet hair and shoes. 

It took me 40 minutes to get to school, rather than 15. Although that snowball fight may have had something to do with it...

At the start of the morning, the amount of people in my year was equal to the amount of people in my class on a normal day.

Buses were hours late, and some people stayed at home coz they couldn't actually get to school! There wasn't much point in coming in, really, we just sat and chatted and iPod-ed with a science movie on in the very distant background.

I left halfway through maths to go to the orthodontist, but didn't go back afterwards 'cause I had a headache after. I won't give you the details, but at one point I actually thought I was going to cry and was gagging a bit when he made a mould for the retainer I'm getting tomorrow. I'm not one to make a fuss, though, and if you have braces don't be scared about getting them off, it's really not that bad. And it's so worth it!

I've decided at the end of every post I'm going to say what I'm listening to at the mo, what with me being a serious music junkie and all. So right now The Saturdays - Issues is on repeat.

Big love 

Kate xoxox

My second little blog story. Hope you like it :D

'Heather, why is it cold?'

'Heather, where are the birds going?'

'Heather, do you like that?'

'Heather, what's...'

'Amy! Enough questions. Time for bed.'

'Heather, noooo!!!'

Ah. The joys of being the older sister. Responsibilty, leadership, being a role model... Yeah, right.

Heather picked up her four-year-old sister and carried her up the stairs. Amy nestled her head in Heather's hood, wiping her snot all over her new jacket.

'Amy, don't do that! I'll get you a tissue.' 

'And some water?'

'Yes, Amy.'

'And a story?'

'Yes, Amy.'

Heather tucked her sister into bed and kissed her on the cheek.

'And a biscuit, Heather!'

As she walked down the stairs, Heather mentally crossed out her scheduled hour of 'me-time'. Bye-bye bubble bath, hello Peter Pan.

'Alright Amy. Ten minutes.'

'Yaay!!' 

And so, for fifteen minutes, Heather and Amy were lost in a world of fairies, magic, evil witches and talking animals. Until Amy started coughing.

'You OK, Amy? Here, drink your water.' Heather said to her spluttering sister. 

Amy coughed the water back up again. Her face was turning red.

'Amy? Amy! C'mon Amy, talk...' 

Heather realised her sister was choking. She felt sick.

Alright, come on, I can't just stand here.

Heather dragged her sister out of bed and tipped her over so she was coughing towards the ground. The coughs were dying though. She could barely hear her breathing.

OK, not working. She turned Amy around and saw a piece of biscuit in Amy's airway. 

'Alright, Amy I see the problem. Keep breathing...' Heather removed the soggy biscuit from her sister's mouth. After about 20 seconds her breathing was more steady.

'Amy! Amy, are you alright?'

'Yes, Heather. Now, finish the story.'

I'm a big sister to both of my siblings, and although it can be reeeeally annoying, and I get about 40 seconds of peace a day, I love them loads and would do anything for them. :)

 

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!

Half-Empty

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'

'bitch.'

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.