Ebil Germs

ok well heres a quick update. i went shopping with Andy on friday but had to call Rhyan late friday night to cancel our picnic on Saturday *cries*. I wish i didnt have to. Sorry Rhyan :( I came down with some pissy sickness thingy. Mum said it was cos i have been working hard and not resting enough. I think its bullshit tho. i mean, when ur tired dont u just get sleepy? not throwing up in the toilet, getting headaches and having a temperature? But anyway, im so sorry rhyan. We can go next weekend i guess *pouts and laughs* i guess us having a picnic is kinda cursed with each time we decide to have one it starts raining or something comes up and we cant have one. How sucky.

Aapart from that little drama not much has happened really. I hope that Aquinas College went well in the dancing thing (mental blacnk on the name, sorry guys:P) on friday.

Umm what else? Oh yeah, i wrote a super mini story its a bit crappy cos i havent edited it or anything yet and the ending is piss weak but still here it is. its called "A Firery Tale"...

The two people stood at the open window of their second story bedroom. Their mouths were open wide as they cried out in agony their cries of fear, pain and anguish silent in the roar of the fire. Together they stood, husband and wife, gazing out the window as their sandy coloured hair blew across their faces and sizzled in the heat until death did part them. In the next room lay a newborn baby girl in her crib. Her tiny hands curled into fists as she coughed harder and harder trying vainly to expel the ash that coated her small lungs. Soon she stopped crying and screaming for her parents and laid still with her teddy bear and curled up under her blanket, oblivious to the flames that licked closer to her crib.

Down the hall her older brother lay sprawled on his bed, his headphones still pumping unheard music in to the thickened air. In his hand he still clutched his mobile phone with a half typed text message to his girlfriend about their next date. The flames had spread so fast, much faster than anticipated. Already the lounge room and kitchen had been completely destroyed, the fire ripping and melting everything in its path. The people trapped inside had no hope of escaping unscathed.

Out side on the front lawn a young girl sat watching the house burn, an amused smile played across her angelic face and a packet of matches held loosely in her hands. Her mother walked up to her and tossed a bucket of water on the house dousing the flames. The girls smile disappeared, replaced by a frown as she was told off for burning the house. The girl’s mother picked up two small, melted figures from the debris. Hand in hand the figures stood, their blonde hair burned and melted so badly only a little bit of it could be seen. The mother cried out in disgust and tossed the two melted people back into the pile of ash that had once housed their family and dragged her pyromaniac daughter into their own house.


Hope it sounded ok any ideas on how to fix it up are appreciated. Ok i have to go now cos im feeling really sick right now. Laters.
Shaddowdove

P.S theres a pic of the stupid germ thats making me sick.