Music is every thing to me . It is my whole life . Whithout music I would be nothing in the world . I would be either a measly flea or a speck of dust . When I sing I feel like I 'm the only person on earth
On a hill by the weeping creek stands the old weeping willow weeping asleep . And under the willow the wise old owl says listen to the tail of the weeping willow in the old days . Along time ago two seeds fell from the sky were there was no water were no willow cry's . Those two seeds grew with buety and hope and fell in love with all to cope . Then one day one willow grew ill and said to the old willow on the old hill . I will be with you as I cast my spiret away and if you listen he still weeps this day . That was the story of the old weeping willows days and maybe hell find love agian just even maybe today
Mum waves good bye at the gate . I could nearly see a tear in the corner of her eye .All kids are screaming loud . Every things going to fast around me . Kids as tall as buildings stand before . Suddenly a ball comes flying towards me . I get a shock in the side of my head and every thing gets blurry and dizzy . I fall to the ground and the scene go's black .
I creep up the winding stairs trailing silently behind the teacher . I knew she was up to some thing because she said were going on a three week school holiday in the midle of the term . She enters a room filled with a timber desk a phone hand paper work every were . I hide behind the door as the phone rings and the principal answers . When she left I looked at the paper work . I gasp ! Pegasus high is for sale . I didn't get it my eyes swelled up with tears . I love this riding school she's heartless . She just wants money . After the holiday when we come back we will have Know school to go to now that is an unforgivable secret . I tell every one at school and we all stop her . When the people came to see if they wanted to buy the school we spooked them away . I always knew my friends and I were great at making haunted houses . I cant believe they actually fell for it . Now what to do with the principal ...
Dear Alien let me tell you about earth . The first thing is that we are worm whole free . That means know adupting the farmers cows or us or there will be consiquinses !
On Monday we had some little visitors in are class room . These visitors were very good friends of Catherine's . We me Coco and Fudge . Coco and Fudge are Catherine's bunnies . They are both midnight black like a bouncy bundle of fur . When the they hopped I noticed the hop seemed as happy as a dear pouncing in a meadow on a summery day . One of Catherine's rabbits went up to me . I felt it's cute wet chiseled nose as he sniffed me curiosly . His tongue plays hide and seek and I can nearly make out a tongue as pink as a rose . There shine like twinkling stars now I wish I have bunnies too.
Bullies always have a secret . Bullies bully because it makes them feel better about them selfs . But no matter how many times you try to be nasty you never truely feel better . You will regret it some long day away . Don't believe any thing they say you are you and thats final!!!
My step mum stands by me as I sorrowfully wave good bye to my father.I am Isabelle . My father is going of to war and I am left with my step Mum and her to doughters . My mother past away at my birth. You may think this is like Cinderalla but on no you are reading my grand doughters writing this was real!!The rechade women treated me like garbage and sadly I was not bibity bobity bood by a fairy god mother instead the day when I'm old anouph I will be free.I'm 16 now and my father is dead and I have moved out . I found a husbend called Jake and we had 10 lovely children. Sadly Jake was an alkaholic he spent his free time with his last grand children Alexandra and Charlotte and there parents Mathew and Loretta.Jake past away by Canser. But seing my grand children is my happily ever after for as long as life lives.
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