Ashleigh
We got to go the hospital. A nice lady wearing white stuff gave us lollipops, and we got to play teaparties. There was another girl there, and she was five. I wanna be five. But I'm turning four in, um, I think mommy said a month? I dunno. But you have to be four before you can be five, I think. Why can't I just skip it?
Anyways, now there is a big girl living in the guest room. She says her name is Kayla. She has shiny goldish hair. Like Jamie's mom, but with brownish stripes in it. It's long. Like if she sits down, she almost sits on it. My hair is only halfway as long.
My mommy gets to stay at home, which means I don't have to go to daycare.
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I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, watching Phineas and Ferb and drawing my family. She is also sitting on the floor, but leaning against the mural facing the window. She is hugging her knees and staring out at the sky or smething, I can't tell, and she isn't talking. Mommy is making cookies, and normally, I help, but I wanted to watch TV and draw with my new crayons, so I am.
"You have pretty hair," I tell Kayla. She looks up at me, like she had no idea I was even in here. Maybe she didn't. Like she was daydreaming. I daydream sometimes. But I don't know why it's called that, since you have to be asleep to dream. And you get to choose what you dream about. I think sonhar acordado is better than sleep dreaming because there's no such thing as dia nightmares. So it's safer.
She looked scared yesterday, like she had a bad daydream. If it's possible.
Then she smiled at me and told me that I look just like my mommy, which is good, because my mommy is pretty.
I want her to be in my family, because family is people you care about, right? So I drew me and mommy and Kayla and Jamie and Jamie's mom.
'Cause I care about them.
We got to go the hospital. A nice lady wearing white stuff gave us lollipops, and we got to play teaparties. There was another girl there, and she was five. I wanna be five. But I'm turning four in, um, I think mommy said a month? I dunno. But you have to be four before you can be five, I think. Why can't I just skip it?
Anyways, now there is a big girl living in the guest room. She says her name is Kayla. She has shiny goldish hair. Like Jamie's mom, but with brownish stripes in it. It's long. Like if she sits down, she almost sits on it. My hair is only halfway as long.
My mommy gets to stay at home, which means I don't have to go to daycare.
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I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, watching Phineas and Ferb and drawing my family. She is also sitting on the floor, but leaning against the mural facing the window. She is hugging her knees and staring out at the sky or smething, I can't tell, and she isn't talking. Mommy is making cookies, and normally, I help, but I wanted to watch TV and draw with my new crayons, so I am.
"You have pretty hair," I tell Kayla. She looks up at me, like she had no idea I was even in here. Maybe she didn't. Like she was daydreaming. I daydream sometimes. But I don't know why it's called that, since you have to be asleep to dream. And you get to choose what you dream about. I think sonhar acordado is better than sleep dreaming because there's no such thing as dia nightmares. So it's safer.
She looked scared yesterday, like she had a bad daydream. If it's possible.
Then she smiled at me and told me that I look just like my mommy, which is good, because my mommy is pretty.
I want her to be in my family, because family is people you care about, right? So I drew me and mommy and Kayla and Jamie and Jamie's mom.
'Cause I care about them.
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up or down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, you don’t like him.
Boredom, you wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
You get in trouble when looking for fun,
You get so tired when the dia is done.
Soon as you get in bed,
You remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
You should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.
Are we counting up or down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, you don’t like him.
Boredom, you wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.
You get in trouble when looking for fun,
You get so tired when the dia is done.
Soon as you get in bed,
You remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.
Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
You should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
First get a cup of water and fill it half way then take your favorito colar or bracelet and dip it in the water the add some salt and stir it with the jewelry in it once it has dissolved add your favorito lotion only 3 squirts then dip your finger in and say the spell below
Creatures of the sea give me a (color) tail with a topo, início to go with it give me the powers of freezing heating and shaping water please let my dream come true and make me into the mermaid I wish to be
Side affects:
Itchy legs
Legs crossed
Rash on legs
Wanna swim a lot
Sing a lot
Creatures of the sea give me a (color) tail with a topo, início to go with it give me the powers of freezing heating and shaping water please let my dream come true and make me into the mermaid I wish to be
Side affects:
Itchy legs
Legs crossed
Rash on legs
Wanna swim a lot
Sing a lot
I miss my old house. I was happy and fine there. I hate the monsters who screwed us out of there. I wish my parents could have fought to keep it and pay it off rather than find a rental house. I don't care for this new place very much. I hate that the cozinha is downstairs, I hate the neighborhood and the area, and I cannot stand the animais that make noise in the backyard all night long. I miss my old room, where I can watch the sunset in the summer, I miss going for long walks in my old neighborhood, and most of all, I miss the memories.
