life is a strawberry

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oh pooooooopies!!!!

life is so wierd :( i want to fast forward this silly bit!!

time…

wow it has been ages since ive been on this.

ive missed it.

todays been fun a bit wonkey in the emotions dept but good :P.

hmm…

weve got to write a monologue for drama and weve been given a painting and two lines from a poem

HELP ME!

god its been ages since ive been on this :P

hheeh

signal

it smells reali bad

school

 i pressed enter n it saved it :S

that scared me :(

i found friends :)

random part of a story :)

   “That’s an interesting thought…brother,” his voice was ice cold and sent a sharp dagger through my heart.

   “What!” I screamed in his face. How could this be – it was impossible.

   “Yes brother.” I was speechless; this monster could not be my brother. “We may have different f…father,” he stumbled over that cursed word, “but our mother is the same.”

   “NO! My mother died when I was two.”

   “No – our mother died when you were two and when I was four.”

   I fell to my knees the hard ground sending a jolt through my body. I screamed as the pain was unbearable. It would all end soon. I would be glad to get out of this hell-hole.

   “So what happens next then - If I believe what you’ve just told me?” I asked the question even though I already knew the answer.

   “It all ends… what else would you expect. Now you know the truth I’m afraid it the end for you.”

   “I thought so. What about you brother what will you do after this?” again I already knew the answer but still I had to make sure…

   “Well I’ll take your place, and then…” He started daydreaming but his grip on the sword that was now inches away from my neck was still strong. If I could only get his attention away from me then I would be able to get out…but he had beaten me once already what would stop him the second time. “Now you highness I think it is time to end it all. Pick it up and fight.” He indicated towards my sword that was just out of reach. I struggled onto my feet, he still kept his sword inches from my neck, and it was excruciatingly painful as I took hold of my sword’s golden handle and raised my heavy arm to meet his.

   “So this is it then brother, one of us will not make it out of this an…” I was cut off as his sword sliced through the air and hit me directly in my side.

moods..

im so moody and i need to stop it!

help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee