The Adventures Of Tudorbook and her kitten, Rollo!

Happy Martian Luther King Day!

2006-01-16T19:30:00.000Z

To all you Americans who got the day off, you have no idea how jealous I am! : P
Today was fine, boring, but fine. I got a loft bed and Rollo has learned how to climb up onto it, therefore succeeding on keeping me up all night. I guess nothing will stop this little kitten from doing what she likes, *sigh*
But she is still cute and very funny, She has taken interest in playing on our recycling bag, and climbing into a cardboard wine carrier and chasing her tail in it. We like watching her do this, it makes us laugh.
I am very busy with schools and worrying about what I will get into. I am hoping Dunraven, and please hope for me as well. I will find out in the early march, hopefully dunraven!
My SATs are coming up fast, approaching me slowly like a black rain cloud that wants to rain on my l-o-v-l-e-y hair. Well, that’s school.
I am getting very good at the game Dance Dance Revolution 2 on my PS2. It’s very fun and helps me exercise.
Well, Rollo wants to type a little, so I am going to let her:
iujum nsddddddddddmmmmbkmbkmm nlklghjbhjhhnggmgmn uujued'
o/doi6k,kmyhgy, h nhhnnvcrollo ndjhgfzx
Wow!! Wow! She’s really good at this! I did dent even press a button of words on that section; it was all rollo and her paws!
Well, have a nice day!
From Tudorbook and Rollo.

2006-01-04T17:02:00.000Z

Hi
Sorry I haven’t been on for a bit
I was in the USA for a week and couldn’t blog
And then I had homework
And games…
Really there is not an excuse good enough, so I’m sorry
As is my cat, Rollo.
Who is looking at me and wondering what my fingers are doing as I type this.
I hope all of you had a great holiday season, and a great 2005. I hope your 2006 will be full of joy and happiness.
And I hope you all made new years resolutions. I am still writing all of them down, because I have made many.
My 2005 was full of happy memories, great trips and a few tings that were quite sad and awful.
But overall I had a great ’05.
I am writing a few stories, and one will be posted on the bog.
Happy New Year!
From Tudorbook

Here is Rollo!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-11-12T10:54:00.000Z

Its a girl, and as I type this, she is purring on my lap. Awwww!

HALLO

2005-11-12T10:48:00.000Z

Sorry no posts for a bit. but I have GOT A KITTEN! DREAM COME TRUE! But first hot to get the pictures on tudorbook...

KITTY!

2005-09-12T18:37:00.000+01:00

In less then a month, I am getting a KITTY! MEOW! MEOW! It is less then a month till i turn 11 YAY YAY! I feel so, HHAAPPPPYY!

Sorry if i am driving you crazy...

but I AM CRAZY!

LOL joking.

KITTEN!

I want to make this blog have a kitten theme, you know, tacky kitten layout, cute kitten pics in every blog, and all that jazz...
Speaking of jazz...

Cats dancing to da JJAAZZZZ!!!!!!!!

I am SSOO into kittens...

I LOVE KITTENS!

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2005-09-05T10:54:00.000+01:00

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Originally uploaded by tudorbook.

hi, I am bbbbaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkk!
Like my art? I edited it, word and a bit of color, like

Summers A Comin

2005-07-16T11:41:00.000+01:00

Yes, and I will be away all summer, so there won't be many blogs. Wah! I know, but I will be back after the summer!
I am havin a goin away par-tay today! I am going to have tons of fun! I hope, at lease.
I am writing a story, no, not a blog story, but a proper one. Mabye some day it will get published!
As I write, Jim Carrey is looking at me. No, he is so not in my house, but on my Series Of Unfortunate Events poster! Not to menton all my other posters on my poster filled wall! There are so many, I won't name any more.
Now, I know your wondring what I am writing about. Well, its called Road To Atlantis. I am only on chaapter two. Its mostly told in a Sprite called Lindy's eyes and veiw. Otherwise, its just told through no-ones eyes. Lindy is a garudian of a girl named Milly, and when Milly's villgae starts to get invaded, she and Lindy go on a quest to find atlantis, and get help. Yes, they know its gone, but the people there are starting to rebuild.
Well? Like?
I have to keep writing, so blog later!
Luv
Fire
(Yep, my signiture is now Fire.)

Dear Readers,

2005-06-28T17:18:00.000+01:00

Guess what? I CAN DO PROPER HANDSTANDS NOW! YAY! I have been working on them for a month, a week and 5 days. Yay Yay Yay! I have had a few falls… But I got up! Also, I am going up for a bit of changes on my blog. Please don’t be shocked if some things change, ‘cause I won’t.
Also, I will be posting a few pic’s of thing not for my blog, and I will ask you all what you think. Please be truthful.
I have been in the news twice now! I was in the Scarborough evening news yesterday, and in it before, for tag rugby. If you read it, look for a girl in School Of The Week in a Victorian dress. I am in the back row, next to a boy in a top hat, and my hair is down. (This is from Monday).
Speaking of news, I am moving to London. I will not stay here, so I won’t be as ‘posh’ as a Little English Schoolgirl. –sigh- I need a new name! Any help?
And yes, I am back online. I had a lovely little video chat with Ping yesterday. Ping is my cousin, if you remember. I will be in London this weekend, so I won’t be able to blog. Yes, lets just say it is canceled.
I want to give a shout out to my little cousin, Mag’s. Happy birthday, honey! Have a great time!
(If you have any shout outs, just send them to tudor_book@yahoo.co.uk)
Also, A shout out to my friend Alice. Miss you!
Okay, onwards!
TUDOR TIME
Did you know that…
By the end of Henry VIII’s life, he had to be carried up and down stairs. Poor servants…
Okay, I must clean now. Please, tell me some good music to clean to, please.
Lots of luv,
Tudorbook
XO

Blog And End

2005-06-13T20:02:00.000+01:00

First, the end bit.
I got tiried of writing the storie, so I will sum it up.
The hero and hubby-to-be made it to the US and got married, Jelly was the bridesmaid!

Second, Blog:
IN next one! Sorry!

The Forgoton Pet

2005-06-07T21:49:00.000+01:00

When the earth was young, and the sea shone like sparkling diamonds against the five suns in universe and all people lived in peace among green grass, green as emeralds, and blue sky, blue as a blue birds morning call, there was a girl.
Her name was Polly, and she lived in Bilmur, a poor, but proud country. Polly was a farm worker for a man called Billner. Billner was the richest, snobbiest and meanest man ever to set foot in Bilmur. His nose only smelled money, and his eyes only saw things he wanted. Lucky for Polly, he never saw her, so she was never in trouble.
Polly did have a problem. She was the prettiest girl in all the land, and Billner had spotted her, and commanded to get married. Polly had to obey, but she loved another. A field worker named Jim.
When Polly told Jim what was going to happen, he started to pack his bags.
'Why do you do this?' Polly asked.
'We must run away. I know where to go, but it will take around two days, at the least, so hurry.' Jim replied. Polly nodded, and started to pack. Then, she started to wonder where to go. Maybe Jim was planning to betray her. Polly shook the ideas out of her head, and started to follow him, to a place of mystery.
Jim was taking Polly to America. It was far downwards, but they could make it. Polly felt happy when they exited Bilmur, but it was much harder traveling through the snow in Adanac. When they were half way there, Polly remembered she had forgotten something.
'Jelly! I Forgot Jelly! Oh Jim, please, we have to go get Jelly! Polly cried. Jelly was her pet kitten, which meant more then anything to her.
Jim started to panic. He searched the bags and looked around. He found Jelly in his bag. Polly sighed with relief, and the continued there journey...

Next part in next blog. :)

Updated

2005-06-07T20:10:00.000+01:00

I will put a big blog after I eat my food. Sorry I have been offline, but my relivtaves are visting and we have been e.s. busy. Yes, I am not a computer, I have a life on earth. (Not on mars. LOL.)
Write soon, Tudorde
Look at my aunts blog, while you are at it!

When all of a sudden…

2005-05-21T10:10:00.000+01:00

Yesterday, I had many weird things happing. We went to the video store to rent a video for JenUK and MacTop. The people were giving out free posters of videos with every rental. I wanted a Phantom Of The Opera poster, but the one they had was still not taken off their front window. The man said he would mark one for us if he got any, so next time I could get it. Then, out of the blue, I saw that the video they were showing to the store was Ella Enchanted! Sure, I have seen it, but it was good to see a bit of it again! Then, I found a ‘Cinderella Story’ poster to take home! After that, we had to get something at Tesco. And guess what? Just when we were going to turn off the radio and get out, ‘Some People’ from Gypsy came on! I screamed for them not to turn it off, so JenUK and me had to wait for it to end (with me singing along.) until we went to join MacTop in Tesco. When we did, I went to look as magazines.

At school that day, my friend also came back from Holiday! Luck was with/not with me, but fun things did happen!

Random Blog

2005-05-16T17:14:00.000+01:00

What can I say? I have been doing nothing that might interest you, so I will put random things here. Photos, poems, stories, facts. That’s okay with you, right? -you nod your head and say yes- Good, lets get started!

I don’t have anything to write after all. Its all just not, here. I can’t think at the moment. I just can’t blog yet. I can’t think of anything. Give me some ideas, please? I need some help! Help me get ideas! :(

My dream job is...

2005-05-08T14:20:00.000+01:00

... To be an actress!
I have picked out some roles for me to be in:
Marta in ' Company'
Adelide in 'Guys And Dolls'
Marta in 'The Sound Of Music'
Nala in 'The Lion King'
Christine in 'Phantom of the Opera'
Elphaba in 'Wicked'

I could go on forever! I just LOVE acting! I would really like to be a Broadway star. I am a good singer and good actor and a so-so dancer. I would be fine. The latest play I am in I am a villager. Some fame name. I have also been a munchkin in The Wizard Of Oz, the Candle Stick in Beauty and the Frog (my summer camps version of Beauty and the Beast), Zoë in Tiger Hunt (my third grade classes play), a Witch in a play we did in after school, a spider in a play we did in after school, a guinea pig in a play we did in after school and a bear in The Bears Party (a play in after school about bears who have a party and dress up as people. I dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood.) I just wanted to be close to theater. I started going to shows as a little kid. I have been to so many Broadway shows I will count them and forget one.
I have seen:

Les Misérables
Big River
You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown.
The Lion King
Aida
Assassins
42nd street
Wonderful Town
Gypsy
Into The Woods
The Music Man
A Year With Frog and Toad
Oklahoma!

I think I have seen more, but I can't remember.

I am also a playwright. I wrote a HORRID play or two but still.
As you know, I am also a poet.
I am also a flute player.
I am a writer.
I am a historian.
There’s a list of other possible jobs. But it seems most things I pick don't get paid much. But its what I'm good at.

What job should I take? Actress? Playwright? Flute Player? Writer? Poet? Historian? Tell me you're thoughts.

Also, happy Mothers day to everyone in the US!

Whispers In The Wind

2005-05-03T20:55:00.000+01:00

Poems.

Whispers In The Wind

The Mountain Dwarf

A mountain dwarf climbs up a mountain.
The mountain shines like silver and is as cold as newborn ice.
The dwarf stops to admire the mountain rock.
Its detail looks him in the eye.
The mountain is so wonderful to him, telling stories of the past.
Whispering him into a trance.
The mountain dwarf touches the rock of the mountain.
It is bumpy, yet smooth.
Hard, yet relaxing.
He stops.
The mountain chuckles in delightment as he mumbles words of admiration.
Then, he falls.
The mountain screams.
But he catches a piece of sticking out rock.
The mountain shuts its mouth for years to come.
The mountain dwarf climbs up a mountain.

The Yellow Pixie

What is it in you're butterfly net?
It's glowing.
Yellow glow.
Sparkles are coming out of the blob.
Yellow sparkles.
Yellow blob.
It’s a pixie!
You let the thing go, and promise never to tell a soul about this blob.
This pixie.
The pixie flies to the rim of the sky.
Where it lives.
She calls all her friends, who come tumbling in excitement to see her.
She tells the story.
About hunting for food.
About being caught and set free.
She whispers about the human boy, the kind one.
She warns never to go back, only to that garden to the human boy.
Yellow waves of light come out of her.
She broke the promise.
The promise of the pixies.
The color pixies.
Never mix with human kind.
And donates her energy to the sun.

The Sea Serpent

She swims around the island.
She breaths water to the river.
She whispers to people.
She swims away before they see.
She soaks in the waterfall.
She dives under the sea.
She goes into her sea cave.
She lies in her coral bed.
She covers herself with seaweed covers.
She sleeps.
She, the sea serpent.
She, the sea serpent, sleeps.

The Mermaid

Under the sea.
Where fish live
Is a maid.
A mermaid.
She sings
A tune of
Hope and Peace.
Her pet fish joins in.
Her sister starts to tap the rhythm on
Shells.
Her family comes and sings along.
Then a merman
Comes to play the sponge.
The king makes her royal entertainer.
She is a mermaid.

The Dragon

Fire.
Light.
Scales.
Dragon.
Scales.
Light.
Fire.
Dragon.
He Moves.
He moves to you.
He makes you burn.
He traps you in his cave.
He boils you alive in his pot.
He eats you where you are, alive.
Are you alive in his belly? Are you?
Just remember an important lesson, old mate.
Never ever mess with a dragon's mind... never!

The Unicorn

Do you want to ride the unicorn?
The price is $4.50.
She will take you to whatever land you like.
She will become you're friend.
My friend? Thank you.
The unicorn? No, she is a delicate creature
With white fur and a rainbow horn.
Her hoofs are pure silver.
She is tame and pure nice.
No, she is real.
That unicorn.
Thank you sir, have a go.
The unicorn might want to throw...
you.

Bigger Benji Is Here!

2005-04-30T20:06:00.000+01:00

Ya Baby! HE's Here! Here are the pics of him and Shilo:

And a toast for JenUK, her b-day was a few days ago but I have been busy! SO happy late b-day! (she is 43... OPPS! Was I ment to say that?)

Benji

2005-04-17T08:48:00.000+01:00

Someone tell me, why am I obsessed with a stuffed begel I got from F.A.O. swarts? I named 'im Benji. I made him a cardboard house (now in my trash can) and even carried him wherever I went after I got him in New York? (Benji is a BOY! I am not a silly girl who insists all her stuffed toys are girls, no sir. Benji is a BOY BOY BOY. He will not have a sex change and become Bellie, he will stay a... he! T.Y.V.M.)
Benji is treated like a prince. (There is no king of the house for me in Scarborough. Mactop is more like a cook, well; he IS the cook, except for on his birthday! My dad (real dad) doesn’t live here, my mom is a female and so am I. So I am princess, my mom is Queen, and there is no king and no end to this sentence, Muhahaha!)
I have taught benji to lick my face, go down the stairs, put on a tie and lay down. Is there no end to this nonsense? Soon, Benji will go to school, eat meals with us, get his own luxury cardboard house, and be King of the house! Here are some pics of Benji and his 'tricks':

Benji gives me a kiss

Benji takes a trip down the stairs

Benji gets ready to go to prince Charles wedding.

Tel me, why am I obsessed? This dog is just so cute? (I am not insane; let me tell you that, Mr./Miss!)
I am getting a bigger benji soon. Benji will grow up, find a puppy, name 'im shilo, and live a happy life. (Note, benji now will be come shio then!) Oh, what will I do!!!!!!!

Please, give me you're thoughts on this!

Snow Cat

2005-04-12T18:50:00.000+01:00

Yes, a story.

Richard the Lionheart was king at the time of the Snow Cat.
One day, a blizzard struck England, London. Lady Ella was on her horse, riding along to home. Then, the sun darkened and snow and hail came whizzing down.
"God's wrath will ruin us!" Called her riding partner, Lady Lucy. She urged her horse to gallop home, but Lady Ella was holding Lucy's hand tight.
"Mabye, we can find a cottage and ask the owner if we may stay there." She said. Then, a light blinked in the distance. Lady Ella smiled and looked at Lady Lucy.
"Look, a cottage!" She said. She tapped the horse’s side twice with her foot and they galloped towards the light.
Lady Lucy sighed, but followed Lady Ella.
At the cottage, Lady Ella asked her friend to get off her horse and knock.
Lucy was her Maid and best friend. Lucy had once saved Ella, dearest to the king, and was made Lady Lucy.
Lucy hopped down from her horse and knocked at the door. A man opened it a crack and said: "Who's 'ere?"
"Lady Lucy and Lady..." Lucy started.
"Let me guess, you are lady Lucy and this lady on the Horse is Lady. What’s 'er name? Ah, Lady Ella!" He smiled, "Pleased to meet you both! Now, who’d 'wnt."
"Never mind. I would rather be in the grave of a peasant the stay with a man who speaks slang." Lady Ella sighed, "Come Lucy, lets go home unless some other cottage appears."
Lady Lucy climbed onto her horse as the man closed the door. The were about to trot off when...
"Meow!" A helpless cry came from the front of Lady Lucy's Horse. Lady Ella's eyes opened wide. She jumped off her horse and gave him five pats on her side.
There, in front of Lady Lucy's horse, was a terror stricken kitten.
"There there, little one. You must belong to that man in the cottage! Lets see you..." Lady Ella was going to say home, but a scream filled the area. It came from the attic of the cottage.
"God took another human from the storm. Lady... LOOK OUT!" Lady Lucy screamed. A body came out of the Attic window. It was the Man at the door. He had fallen out of the window. In his potato coat, he froze to death.
"Lets return him. FAST." Lady Lucy said, scared. But Lady Ella Gave the Kitten to Lucy and dug a two foot hole in the ground, in an Hour. She plopped the man in and threw handfuls of snow into the pit. That took Ten minutes. She said a few pairs and got on her horse.
"What was that?" Lady Lucy asked.
"I burred the man and said the prayers the man who hosted my grandmothers funeral said." Lady Ella smiled. She took the kitten and jumped off. She went to the Cottage door and knocked.
A Man in blue answered.
"Yes?" He said.
"We found this kitten outside and wondered if it was yours." Lady Ella said, "I am Ella and that is my good friend, Lucy. We are courtiers of the King. May we please stay the night?" Lady Ella said. The Man at the door was shocked.
"Do come in, I will take care of the horses. My name is George. My father stumbled out attic window, I saw a pair of very nice Ladies burry him." George smiled at Lady Ella. But Lady Lucy turned and ran to George.
"You're alive! Dear, people told me you were dead. Remember me, Honey? Its Lucy!" Lucy was hugging George.
"Lucy? You're LADY Lucy? Honey, I'm alive and well." George was so happy. Lucy was his wife. She had been forced to marry the one she loved at 16. Now, at 19, she hadn’t seen him for 2 years, until now. Lady Ella smiled at the couple. Lucy had told her of George before, but she never thought he was real. Just then, a Kitten started to purr. It sang a tune, like one never herd before.
"My little Snow Cat. You brought my friend to her husband. That’s all I could ask." Ella smiled and snuggled the cat. Then, the hail stopped and the snow stopped. The sun came in and melted the snow. Lady Ella smiled and called her horse.
She jumped on and rode to town.
Ella never saw Lucy again. When she was in her old days, she got very ill. People said she had a plague. Black death. One day, a letter came her way. It was from Lucy
"My dear friend:
I am sorry I never sent you a letter before. George and me had a child a year after you left and we have been very busy. I am fine and George is good. Our little Tom is doing great. Thank you for all your help and for you're friendship.
Lots of love, Lucy"
The letter said. Ella smiled and breathed in her last breath, just happy to know Lucy was okay, and went to sleep.

The snow cat dies 16 years after Ella had found her. Ella loved her cat and had proper funeral for her. Snow Cat's name never changed from Snow Cat. But she was often called Snow. Sweet snow.

(Note: story not true.)

Little Life

2005-04-10T19:46:00.000+01:00

Call me Busy.

I am sorry, but my mom was in whales and I was busy so blog world disapeared for a bit. But, I might move to Typepad if I keep this up. For now, I am givin' my blog a new looky.
For now, I guess, I am updating blog Tudorbook. I will put a long post soon at its done, PROMISE!

(did ya miss me?)

, Tudorbook.

Sorry x10

2005-03-27T20:44:00.000+01:00

I am so sorry about all this wasted time. I really want to make up to it.
Ga! What do I do?
Okay, here, I will e-x-p-l-a-i-n why I have not been bloging.
Lets start. I am in new york, not york, to vist everyone (when I say everyone I mean my friends and family) and take my school holiday here! (hey, I missed 2 days of school and will miss one more day! Yes! Who rocks? Who Rocks? Um, lets get on...)
I have been so so so so so so so so so so so so busy. But that won't ever stop me from bloging sometime!
Please pass this message on:
Tudorbook is back running on Blogspot and wishes for the readers to come back! She would also wish for MORE readers!

Kay, thats said. I got to go now, so, um, write in england or sooner!
Bu-Bye for now!
, Tudorbook

Last Bit

2005-03-08T19:45:00.000Z

At noon the next day, Hay Lin and Will went to the hill first. An hour later, the sleepy Mabel came running up the hill.
“Hey! Mabel! Here!” Hay Lin yelled, jumping up and down and waving her arms. Will sighed as Mabel scampered up faster. She flicked her hair out of her face and smoothed her green skirt. Her black turtleneck went well with it, and all that mattered to will was fashion.
“Hey, where have you been, Girl?” Will hissed in Mabel’s ear. Mabel shrugged and mumbled something about no sleep. Will sighed again and looked at Hay Lin, who was looking at the horizon for something.
“Hay Lin? What’s up?” Will said, running to her. Hay Lin, ever since she had known her, had never been so pale and upset. She was always happy and jumpy.
“Mom and dad aren’t here.” She whispered. Will rolled here eyes.
“Hay Lin, your 14 now! You don’t need grow-up supervision while trying to go up and in a house!” Will said, but Hay Lin shook her head no.
“My dad is a police-man. He wants to test Mrs. Fan and see if this ‘Oliver’ is Mabel’s big brother.” Hay Lin whispered.
“Oliver is my boyfriend! So you only just turned 14 today…” Will started. Hay Lin sighed.
“I’m not 14 you stupid girl!” Hay Lin shrieked, “I’m 13 you diff! UNLUCKY 13! Now, if you pretty 14 year old would shut her mouth for this once and move her butt over there, I might come to think of being your friend!” Will was shocked, she was going to protest, but Hay Lin’s little Asian face was red and her fists were in balls. Will ran to Mabel. Hay Lin turned to face the horizon and walked down the hill. She started to cry.
Mabel saw Will running to her.
“Give me your phone.” Mabel said once Will was standing in front of her. Will handed her Phone to Mabel. Mabel ran to Hay Lin.
“Call them.” She said, a pushed the phone into Hay Lin’s hand. She smiled at Mabel and dialed.
“Mom? Okay, where are you? You went to the GYM instead of being with me? Why, when I see you…” Hay Lin must have sounded angry to her mom so she hung up. Hay Lin threw the phone over the hill to where Will was watching. Hay Lin then said they were alone. Mabel nodded and motioned to the house. They crept inside the house and Mabel screamed.
“Grab the cat and shake her by her tail!” Mabel cried before she fainted. Hay Lin looked at Will for help, but Will was looking for something that made her faint.
Then, Will saw it. A cat with blood on its mouth. She almost fainted herself, but she was a cat lover herself. Hay Lin was mending for Mabel so, Will, the cat lover, picked up the cat and shook it, hard. It let out a scream as it transformed.
“Foiled! Oliver, GET THEM!” Mrs. Fan yelled. Oliver ran from a room. He had a knife in his hand, but the he saw Hay Lin and Will.
“Will? Hay Lin?” Oliver whispered. He remembered Hay Lin, for he had had a crush on her when he was way little. Will, too, was in shock. Oliver was older then she remembered. But Hay Lin was in the most shock. Not from Oliver, but that he didde'nt remember Mabel?
“Oliver!” Will cried. She ran to him and embraced him. Oliver was happy to see her too, but Mrs. Fan wasn’t. She was so angry that she banged her cane once or twice. But Hay Lin was even angrier.
“Oliver, come to your senses!” Hay Lin screamed, “You don’t even remember your own sister!” and with that she pushed Mabel to him. He was amazed at the sleeping Mabel. Then it all came back to him. That day when she was playing with him. The day when he threw the ball to her but it went over her head and hit the window. When he and his little sister ventured in the house. When Mrs. Fan whipped Mabel and he was kidnapped.
“Stop!” Oliver yelled. He looked at Mrs. Fan and ran to her. He picked up her legs and she fell over.
“Never do I want to see you again!” Oliver screamed, then opened a window, and threw her out. She fell only a foot, but it gave her a heart attack. She died.
Will watched all this in horror. Her boyfriend had murdered an old woman. By now, Mabel was awake. She was looking at Oliver.
“Remember me yet Oliver?” She whispered in a soft voice. He smiled and nodded. Hay Lin was also happy.
“Oliver, you do remember Mabel and I, after all these years!” Hay Lin said, back to her normal self, “I always remembered you. I knew I would find you with the help of Mabel, but I was expecting something different.” She turned to look at Mabel. Mabel knew what Hay Lin had wanted, but ever since her fist encounter with Oliver after ten years, she knew that Hay Lin would never get what she wanted.
Oliver sighed. Hay Lin was impossible to him. Will went over to him and looked at Hay Lin. She knew what she wanted.
“You never will get it Hay in.” Will sighed, “Never. But for now, lets all thank me for saving the day, again.”
Hay Lin turned red.
“You saving the day? You little pursed lip, thing? NO, thank us ALL!” She yelled. Mabel nodded, so did Oliver.
“I think today is over, a new day is about to begin, lets all get some rest now.”

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!

Story Four

2005-03-06T12:38:00.000Z

Mrs. Fan held up the whip, but Mabel ran to the door. It was open, again. She turned the old, rusty doorknob. It made a creaking noise and the old hinges of the door opened. Mabel leaped outside and slammed the door shut behind her. Mabel herd Mrs. Fan lock the door and yell “Don’t Ever Come Back!”
‘I won’t.” Mabel said, under her breath. She knew what she had seen. She WAS going to tell her parents. She WAS going to tell Hay Lin. She WAS going to find Will.
“What?” Mabel saw a shape running up the hill. It had blonde, short hair. The person was wearing a short, green t-shirt that showed her belly button. Her skirt was rainbow with small flowers on it.
“Are you Will?” Mabel asked. The girl nodded.
“I am Will. How do you know?” Said Will. She looked at Mabel’s dirty outfit, “Oh, you have been in there too.” Will said. Mabel told her about Oliver and Mrs. Fan. Will agreed to help her.
“Now, where’s Hay Lin?” Mabel said.
“If she has a cell phone, I can call her.” Will offered. Mabel told her the number.
“Hi, I’m Will. Your friend, Mabel, needs to see you now!” Will said sweetly to Hay Lin on the phone. Hay Lin asked where they were, and Will told her. In ten minuets she was asking what was going on.
“There you see. I need help!” Mabel said when she was done telling Hay Lin the story.
Hay Lin twirled her long black hair in ponytails.
“I have a idea.” Hay Lin whispered, then told them.
The plan was wonderful, but it would involve Hay Lin’s parents.
“But Hay Lin, they might not do it! How DO you know it will work?” Mabel asked Hay Lin. She just smiled and sang, “Thank U very much fir the amie tree!”
A week passed. Mabel lay on her bed, looking at all the cracks on her wall. It seemed like she hadn’t seen her brother ever, when she had only seen him a week ago.
She turned over so her head was on the pillow. She couldn’t take her mind of Oliver. She picked up the bottle of water on her bedside table and took a big swig. Then the phone rang.
“Hi!” Said Hay Lin.
“Hey, how did you know it was me squirt?” Mabel cried.
“Hey, I didde'nt! I just wanted to freak whoever answered it out!” Hay Lin chimed.
“Well, what’s up?”
“You were right. My parents won’t fall for it.”
“And?”
“Kidding! They will come and help us. After all, my dad IS a police man!”
“Great! You told Will?”
“Yep! So when should we meet?”
“Tomorrow at noon. Is that okay?”
“Yep! See you then!”
“You too!” Hay Lin and Mabel hung up then. Mabel was so excited. The only thought in her mind now was ‘Revenge’

Please Comment!!

Story Three

2005-03-04T18:18:00.000Z

“Uggg, where am I?” Mabel said, as she rubbed her eyes. She was laid against the door of Mrs. Fan’s house. ‘How long have I been here? A night I think.’ Mabel thought. She, indeed, had slept on the door, however cold it was.
She then turned to her right to see her brother.
“I remember now, your name was Oliver.” She whispered. Then Mabel saw a cat. She remembered the cat.
“I got you!” Mabel cried and grabbed the cat’s tail, for it was Mrs. Fan inside the cat. She began to shake the poor cat until Mrs. Fan transformed once again.
“You little piggy. Always needing what you want. Now if you would please leave me and your brother…” Mrs. Fan began
“UNRELISE MY BROTHER!” Mabel yelled as loud as she could, but a thing of ice covered her mouth.
“To late, you have made me MAD! Now you must suffer, and never get out.” Mrs. Fan huffed.
Out of her back she took a whip. It was green, the same whip used to whack Mabel before. Mrs. Fan growled and howled a long fearsome howl, then realized her mistake.
As the howl ended, the figure of Oliver began to move. He took shape and looked at Mabel then said: “Mother, who is she? And where is Will?” Mrs. Fan told him that Mabel was her sister’s child and that Will, his girlfriend, was out somewhere. Mabel saw Oliver and screamed.
“I am your sister, Oliver! Don’t you remember me? I was whacked by that green whip! You were kept here and taught she was your mother for ten years! You are 15 now, and five of those years were spent with our family and me! You MUST remember! We did that puppet show for mom and dad; we made friends with Hay Lin, who, by the way, is worried sick about you. We tried to break open our cousin, Jill’s diary. And we played ball and you got caught! Remember?” Mabel screamed at Oliver, but he needed more people to remember.
“Mother, what IS she talking about, and has she meet Will? Can you whip her so she can get her butt out of our house?” Oliver said firmly. Mrs. Fan laughed and replied: “Yes, I can, and before I do, you might want to ask her…” the Oliver asked “If you see Will, can you tell her I love her and hope to see her soon? Thanks a bunch!” Then Mrs. Fan raised her whip…

Part Two

2005-03-01T17:41:00.000Z

Frozen In Time: Part Two

Mabel walked into the dark house, holding her hand to her cheek. She knew Mrs. Fan was somewhere, holding that whip. The ghostly whip that had given her the scar. That long scar that cost a fortune, almost a life.
Mabel shivered and walked in, the door slowly shutting behind her.
‘Crash!’ The door had shut. Mabel turned and saw a figure in front of the door.
“Welcome, Kelly. No, sorry, my mistake. It was, Mabel, now was it?” Said the voice slyly.
“I’m Mabel, who the heck are you?” Mabel said, trying to be brave, but it came out all soft and bumpy.
“You know, Mabel, who I am. You know how old I am, you know what you did.” The voice said once again. Then the figure moved into the light.
“Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Fan!” Mabel whispered over and over again.
“Yes, now you are older, I guessed you would know who I was at first sight! Your brother is doing well. He isn’t running as much Mabel.” Mrs. Fan said with a glint in her eye. She turned on the light and Mabel saw her clearly. There was something in her eye though.
Mabel turned around to see her brother in the figure Mrs. Fan had left him in. He wasn’t five, but much older. 15 years old.
“No, Mrs. Fan, No.” Mabel begged and turned, but Mrs. Fan was gone. Mabel ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was shut.
“God sent me down here for a reason I think! Now, I KNOW the reason! LET ME GET DOWN TO THE REASON!” Mabel cried, banging her body on the door, “Let me do it, let me do my part.”
Mabel sat down and started to cry. She was locked in a house, away from her mother, her father, her little sister and brother. She was stuck with her frozen brother.
“It’s your fault. Why did I come to rescue you… UGG! I don’t even remember your name!” Mabel screamed at the body.
Mabel was stuck with a frozen figure, in a spooky house, alone. The only thing that would save her? Pure, Rare Luck.

Story

2005-02-26T21:49:00.000Z

Now, for a change, I am going to write one story, in five blogs. The story is called:

Frozen In time: Part One

Mabel walked over the hill in her new black high-heel boots she got for her recent 13th birthday she had been dreading ALL her life.
“Ouch! Stupid… House?” Mabel said, falling down on her back. She sat up and gasped.
Mabel looked at the small house before her that she had stumbled upon. It seemed she had been in front of this house, this door, only ten minutes ago. The Mabel remembered, it had been ten long years since she was thrown out of that old, rotten wood door. Ten haunted years since Mrs. Fan had given her the wrath of hate in that house. Only ten years. She had been three and was treated kindly, you might say in Mrs. Fan’s case. But now she was 13, able to be hurt more. Would Mrs. Fan do it once again?
Mabel touched the scar on her cheek. Mrs. Fan had whacked her with a whip, ripping skin off her body and cutting into her skin, deep. A scar that became at the side of her left eye and ended on her hip. The scar that cost $10000.00 and100 stitches.
Mrs. Fan looked out of the broken window where Mabel’s big brothers ball had hit. She smiled and said: ”Ah Mabel, you have come for your brother I see. Or have you come for his ball? Any way, I know you are magic, and I will NOT let you get away! And then she disappeared from the window.

Mabel went to the window and fingered the crack that had been stuck with tape. It was still cold; cold as it was in the winter when her brother had broke it. She knew it was her fault he was gone. She knew she should have said ‘yes’ when he asked to play ball. However it was to late to change it, to late to go back and save his mere soul, to save her cold heart. Then she remembered, her brother was only five when he was brought into the house, she was three. If she saw him, how would she know it was he? He would be 15, far changed.
Inside the house Mrs. Fan sat down on her red chair. She looked at the figure before her. ‘A five year old boy you once were. You kept me happy, and then you turned 10. I still regret the day I froze time in your life. But I had too, once you started seeing that girl who appeared outside our, MY window last year. I still don’t think it was only a month ago I froze you. It seems like forever.’ Mrs. Fan thought. She then stood up and went to the figure. He had his hands in front of his face, trying to protect himself from the frozen time ahead. Mrs. Fan when to him and whispered in his ear, knowing he couldn’t hear: “Your sister has come Oliver, she has come for you.’

Outside Mabel was still fingering the glass. She saw too figures inside the house, but they were dark, to dark to see. Mabel longed to go home, but something was pulling her inside. Was it old Mrs. Fan, or was it her brother. She knew the 86-year-old lady now used to be 76, but she never changed. Mabel looked at the rusty doorknob that she had once turned. Afraid to turn it again, yet in urge to turn it once more, she took a step forward, her spine cold at a frozen ice cube.
Her legs felt cold, everything felt cold, yet it was summer. She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it, then opened the door. A cold breeze flew out of the house, like winters breath. Mabel shuddered and took a slow step back, ready to run. However, she knew she needed to go into the house for a reason.

Mabel took a step forward, then stopped, took a breath, and descended to the old house.

To Be Continued…

Washing the paint stuff.

2005-02-24T20:26:00.000Z

Today at school me and my best friend in the U.K. so far, Sylvia, washed up all the paint stuff people used. The hot tap won’t work so we got our hands frozen. Truly, really, frozen. But then we went into the girls’ bathroom and washed our hands with HOT, HOT water. After all, the sinks in our toilets only have hot water, and normally we get burned. However, this time we just got defrosted.

We also had a visitor called Scary Guy. He helps people stop calling other people names, which can lead to violence and death. He taught us a lesson that, as I hope, will make people stop calling me names.
At one point, Scary guy had been asked a question from a person in Y6. He had told us the answer when he was giving his speech, but the Y6er forgot. I was the one who answered it right and Scary Guy gave me a leaflet! Yay! Too Y6’s got Scary Guy posters because they helped him when he called them up, but I was the only person in Y5 to get a thing for listening! (Not to mention the only person in Y5 to get something from scary guy!)

His site, just click on the blue! Scary Guy

We also had to read a story that we have been reading for read aloud but I read ahead. MU HA HA HA! However my table friends don’t like the book, so we mess about a bit. One person started to lay his head down on the other person’s desk, so G and me tried to get him off. We couldent keep him from going back so I moved the table so his head would fall, but then he stopped. Phew!

At home Mactop made JenUK really crunchy pasta. It was so dry it seemed he could have just pulled it out of the bad and chucked it on her plate!

JenUK said her hands were frozen, but I told her that they were not even CLOSE to frozen! So I told her my FROZEN HAND story, which you all know. Brr…

By the way, thanks for commenting on my last blog everyone! I like to read comments you know!

By the way, you know I am REALLY Elvis? (Ha ha, I like a joke now and then.)

Story Time.

2005-02-22T21:02:00.000Z

What the title says,

The two princesses of the world.

IT was raining when I was born, thunder and lighting was in the sky and the dark clouds were over the castle. When I was put to the window, sky’s cleared and the rain stopped. My father saw fairies flying out of a cloud. The came to the window and one went to the front. Her fair was blonde and he eyes were blue. There were bilmore flowers woven in her hair and there were bilmore earrings hanging from her ears. She was the Bilmore Flower Fairy and her name was Lucy.
Lucy picked me up and told the other fairies to move out of the way. She turned and showed me to the sun. Then she said: “This is the girl who will save us all. She will bring our sicknesses to an end. Let her have the power to call us when help is needed, Gina, Fairy Master!” Then it started to rain again and the thunder, lighting and dark clouds reappeared. A crack opened in the sky and a fairy flew out. It was not Gina, master of all fairies, but her evil sister, Jhurdoa.
She picked me from Lucy’s arms and held me to the crack and started to chant.
“Let evil regain, let evil regain, LET EVIL REGAIN!” She shot her face to the crack and her eyes turned red, her hair purple. Her hair rose up and her eyes opened wider. She opened her mouth to revile sharp teeth and started to breath in. Lucy saw this and ran to the crack. She opened her arms and opened her eyes. They were too, red.
Out of her arms shot beams of light and she rose upwards. She opened her mouth and let out a loud, high, long and calling scream. Jhurdoa saw that everything was going wrong, but before she could run, Gina rose out of the sky. She saw Jhudoa and flew towards her and grabbed me and gave me to the Daisy Fairy. Then she shot a green light at her evil twin sister and sent her flying. But then she saw Lucy, holding the crack open so I would not be swept in. Gina then saw me being dragged by force to the crack, Lucy growing weaker as her defense failed. Gina ran to Lucy and tried to help her, but it was too late. She fell to the ground and broke her leg, the shattered into bits that would transport to the Fairy Hospital. The crack started to suck me closer and make me happier. Gina ran to the crack and shot purple light at it. The crack in the sky moaned and started to speak.
“The child will be mine, Gina. For you will see someday, NO ONE CAN DEFEAT ME!”
The crack said Gina and me yelled back: “Well Aliea, You will see that dark never wins over good! You will…” But it was too late; the crack had sucked me in.
Gina closed her eyes. “No, NO!” she opened them and shot lights at the crack, or should I say, Aleia. I came flying out and the Daisy fairy ran to catch me, she did. The crack started to close, but not before reminding us all.
“They will BOTH be mine! BOTH OF THEM!” and by that she meant me and my year older sister, who was being held tight by my mother.
Gina looked up and called Lucy. Lucy formed in front of her but was still weak. Gina took her to the window and called the storm to stop. She told Lucy to name me.
“This princess will be named Adriane. Long live Princess Adriane!”

“Adriane? Hey, it‘s not funny! Hide-and-seek is not my idea of a good game! Aw, come on! It’s only you sister! Safire!” Called my sister, “I’m going into the woods, and remember scared cats, there are spiders there, so think twice before following me!”
I hated the forest, but I hated the woods more, much more. That was where the evil spider witch’s evil children were meant to live.
I climbed out of the closet and ran, trying to get closer to Safire. She saw me and ran faster. She ran so fast that I couldn’t keep up with her.
I saw a patch of bright red hair disappear into the woods. It was Safire’s hair. I ran and grabbed it, but it was just a bit of hair that had been tangled with the tree and pulled off. I started after Safire but then I saw a little boy with a coin. He was running after me. I stopped and turned. He had dirt on his face, a servant.
“Look! A red haired girl gave me a coin, she said for me to tell you that she was angry and was hiding.” He smiled.
“Look boy, tell me where my sister is or it’s the stake for you!” I said, grabbing his collar.
Then I herd my sister yelling: ”Get your hands off my sister!” She came running and threw rocks at him. His head started to bleed. I told her to stop but she just threw more rocks at him.
When she got up to him he started to laugh, out of all the pain. She started to grow more legs. That’s when I knew what was happening. He was a child of the spider witch. She climbed up a tree and said: “Your next adventure is just starting!” then disappeared.
“Ah pogo. He should have told me what it was.” Safire said, playing with her long silky straight red hair. Then she started to fall. Her face turned white and she fainted.
“Oi! PEOPLE, HELP US!” I yelled. A woodsman looked at us and then ran to Safire. He said: “I think she has the Crimson Death.” He picked her up and ran her to the castle.
The Crimson Death? The CRIMSON DEATH? NOOOO NOO NO NO! I thought. The Crimson Death was a horrid death that only people blessed by fairies could get. After you got it, you would turn white, faint, and sleep for your last ten hours. The get up for your last hour, then die in a pond. (Strange, but that’s what happened to people!!) I dragged myself to the castle where my mother hugged me. That’s when I learned of the story of my birth. She whispered it to me then cried. I pushed her into her room and went to the roof. I called the fairies for help.
“Yes, we know a cure. But you must go into the crack again.” Lucy said.
“How will it….” I started, but Sally the Daisy Fairy opened it again. She told me to get the potion on a shelve and race back, feed it to Safire, then drink a bit herself.
“Yes, here I go!” I took Sally’s hand and she flew me to the crack, then I jumped in.
After a while I found the shelve. There were three potions, so I took them all! I started to run back but the crack was gone! I banged on the cloud wall then herd something. A cackle.
“So, brave and young Adriane has come to see me? Ah, well, now there’s no way to save your sister, and nothing can save you or your kingdom but PURE LUCK!” It was the spider witch. I started to throw books at her but she grabbed them and put them in a bag. I started to bang at the cloud wall then I herd a different sound! It was Lucy, trying to open the wall. I grabbed a book and threw it at the wall, it hit Lucy.
“Ouch!” she yelped. But then I knew how to get out! I ran back, despite the Spider Witch’s yells, and flung myself into the cloud wall. I sailed right through, just as the Spider Witch made the wall stone, and banged into Lucy.
All her flowers were gone and her face was red. I still think she was trying to break open the wall when I banged into her. Anyhow, they were so happy to see me.
I ran to Safire’s bed and asked what potion to use. Sally said the one with the white steam. So I plunged the top of it into Safire’s mouth. Her eyes opened and she jumped up. I hugged her as we stood in shock. Then I drank the remaining mist, but it wasent enough. Then I remembered Safire’s girt from the fairies.
“Wish that there was more of the potion in the bottle Safire, wish real bad.” I said. She looked confused but did it. The bottle was full!
I drank it all and ran to tell father. We all had a feast, and lived a happy life when father was still king.
When father died, Safire became queen. She fell in love with Sir Pent and they married.
She had one child, named Lucy, after my Lucy Fairy. Sadly, Lucy, the child, was five when she died. Only a year later did Sir Pent die of a serpent bite. Safire said she could not rule without a husband and child, so she sent me to rule.
I feel in love with a Sorcerer named Cameron. We got married and had five children. Lucy, Arthur, Sally, Conner and Safire. Arthur was to be the next king, and when I went to be a fairy, like Lucy, my fairy, had promised, I saw my son rule my land with pride, he also went to a world called earth and ruled a place called England when his cousin disappeared. My son never said a word about Safire, or me but if he did, you would be telling this story to everyone. For that’s how the two princesses saved the world. By getting sick and making a witch freeze her own wall. That is the end of my story, and that is the end of this blog. Now I wish you all a good day.

Valentines Gifts.

2005-02-20T14:30:00.000Z

\A bit late, but here goes:

The card from Mactop. It is quite funny, and if my uncle and his girlfriend are reading this, I hope they would think it funny also, for we saw the Muppet cow WITH them! (Not to mention trespassing to get up-close photos of them, but the people were gone and scared JenUK + Mactop diddent go, they stayed in the car! :P)

MY KITTY CARDS! I liked them the best because, I LOVE CATS! (not to mention the cat I want is like the orange kitten!) JenUK gave me the orange kitty card, and the purple one from PeggyNY and my Grandpa. Thanks you guys and best of luck to you, Grandpa!

Every year we MUST get these, but mine are lost in my room, somewhere. This year JenUK diddent like them, But I did! They were just a bit too fizzy though!

A chocolate cat I WOULD NOT eat for a day. Then when I got mad I ate it all and felt real bad. I didn’t want to kill the chocolate kitty. I still wish it wasn’t in the toilet, somewhere below it really. -sigh-- Poor kitty, poor kitty, POOR KITTY! WAAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! -bursts into tears then stops. -

Eight words: All that remains of a white chocolate mouse. There were two but I had left the second one behind when I took the picture.

MY little cousin would like these STICKERS! They say Happy *bunny*, Top *dog*, Glamour *puss*, Cheeky *monkey*, and Mad *cow*. All from withit. I have the Glamour *puss* pencil case I got for my B-day!

PeggyNY and Grandpa gave me this. I call him PIPE UP! (cause he has a pipe!)

This is my mom, JenUK, on a rocky beach and me. To see what was inside the card look below:

The person is called Zena Dare, I got it because I was being daring when we went on the rocky beach and because, well, (my name is Zeena, SHH!). The postcards are really old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW! About 100 years we think!

These are books I got that I new I was going to get, the history book I am. I asked for them and I got them. I already read them both.!!!!!!!
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OH, I was having a bit of a problem over the past week but I fixed it! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

O_o

2005-02-17T18:41:00.000Z

O_o once again returns. This time I am fixing the photos and in this post will be a new one soon. And while I fix it up, be sure to go to
http://brooklynmama.diaryland.com
She's my aunt ans will keep you entertained!

Boo Hoo

2005-02-14T18:23:00.000Z

Evil flickr won't let me post my photos and Buzznet only allowes me to do one, so, in march, I will try to post my prezzies I got. To sad to write any more.

-sigh-

2005-02-11T19:12:00.000Z

Yes, you can cry all over your computer bacause a famus playright died who I never herd of untill his death. But plese, DON"T READ THIS POST! I am tired and won't be able to have art on here for a while, all the photos I took can't be downloaded because my other computer won't connect to internet. So live with it please.
Sorry agian, but if you diddent have a chance to read or commen on the last blog nows the time.
. Fire Tudorbook

A moon from january

2005-02-09T15:33:00.000Z

No story today. I can't write much. I have to C-L-E-A-N! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I HATE CLEANING! ANYTHING BUT THAT! Um, sorry.
Ug! What am I to write! Hmmmmm,

Oh ya! Um, no, that won't work. How about a magic snow-globe? Ya! Like the one above! Okay, here goes:

There was a girl named Meg. She lived with her twin sister, Chita, and her mother, Helen. The queen was Victoria.
Meg had just moved to a cottage in Leeds. It was dusty and spider webs were everywhere! She just knew it was going to be the worst house they lived in yet it seemed kind of spooky-cool.
"Mummy, can I chose my room?" Meg asked her mother.
"Yes you can Meg, but make sure I get the biggest room." Helen answered.
"But Mummy, The Attic is the biggest room!" Meg cried from upstairs when she saw the rooms.
"Other then the attic, give me the second biggest room then! Just not the attic." Helen called to Meg.
"But Mummy! She might take the attic!" Chimed Chita, looking like an angel.
"Let her sleep with rats and spiders then, now you hurry along and find your room and unpack." Helen said, pushing Chita up the stairs, "And remember to leave a room for your coming sister or brother!" She yelled up after.
Meg came crashing into Chita when she was going downstairs to get her stuff.
"Aww! The little baby ran away from the spiders!" Mocked Chita.
"No Chita-Wetta, I am getting my stuff! So there!" Replied Meg, sticking out her tongue.
"Well, er, Well Mummy said you can't have the attic as a room. SO there yourself!" Chita stammered, knowing it was not right to lie but she was jealous because spiders made her jump a mile.
"MUMMY! CAN I HAVE THE ATTIC AS A ROOM???" Meg yelled at the top of her voice. Chita ran for it but Meg held her back.
"Yes Meg! You can have the attic for a room!" Helen called back. Meg gave Chita a successful look and walked down to get her stuff, twirling her long black hair with her finger.
"You won't get away so easy Freckle Face!" Called Chita when Helen went to her room. Meg was stunned. She DID have tons of freckles but no one had ever called her that name before.
"What, Chita. What did you say Red Head?" Called Meg, coming down the attic stairs slowly. Chita was gob-smacked. She had tons of flat red hair that was, in her opinion, the best hair on earth. She had never herd it used as an insult.
"Why, Freckle face is what I said. And for your information that is what you are!" Replied Chita.
"Well for your information your head IS red. Chita!!" Yelled Meg, temper rising. Then Helen came out of her room.
"What’s going on?" She asked.
"She started it!" Both Meg and Chita yelled at the same time. They looked at each others flushed red faces and turned, then stormed into their rooms and started to unpack foolishly.
Meg sat down and moved her dress round her legs and waits. She pulled out her fan from when see saw the queen. Meg stood up and put it on the top shelve and then sat down again. She pulled out all her books and put them on the bottom shelve. Then she got out all her dresses, petty coats, coats, stockings, ribbons and hats then put them on the shelves above the books. Then there was one last shelve in between the values shelve with the fan and other valuable things and between her top clothing shelve. It was really dusty. Meg reached in it to see if there was something in it then she touched something clod. It was made of glass. Meg pulled it out and looked at it. It had no dust on it what so ever and had a figure of a dancer in it. When she shook it little bits of white flew about. She had seen one of these before in a shop but the figure was a frog. Meg looked at it and taped the base. Suddenly music started to play a tune she had herd before. She tried to remember it but the name wouldn’t pop up in her head like other tunes did. Meg picked it up and held it out in front of her with her arms stretched out. Meg started to twirl and dance. She danced but the Chita opened the door to hear music.
"What is that?" Chita said.
"Erm, a band outside! I saw them pass bye before but they just went out of view! Now Chita, what do you want?" Stammered Meg, not wanting Chita to find out she had found a magic thing.
"Oh really? When will it stop, it a hour we will still hear the music?" Chita smiled.
"No Chita, it will go away soon." Meg replied, looking around. She taped her finger on the base and the music dimmed then disappeared.
"Oh, you ARE right/ But what is that behind your back, Meg?" Chita said slyly.
" A girt for the new w baby! I don't want you to see it because you would mock me." Meg lied.
"Okay Meg, but next time you won't get away with it." Chita mumbled and slammed the door as she walked out.
Meg looked at the thing. It was a snow globe, she remembered. She put it next to the fan, but then she saw something. The empty shelve had gotten rid of all the dust to show lots of money! Meg picked it up in her petty coat and opened the door and tiptoed to her mother’s room.
Helen was sleeping so Meg went to the crib where her new sibling would sleep and poured all the gold in it. It made a bit of noise that made Helen wake up. Meg crawled under Helen's bed and watched as she went to the crib. Helen looked at the money and nearly fainted. She picked it up and counted it. Then called to Meg and Chita he was going to the bank to store all her money, then Helen walked out the door and out of the house.
Meg went up to her room and found Chita coming out of the door as she was going in.
"Chita....” She said calmly, "What have you got there?" Mg pushed Chita into her room and grabbed hold of her neck collar. She dragged Chita to the shelve with her and looked for the snow-globe. It was gone. Meg turned to Chita and grabbed her hands. In one was the fan and in the other was the snow-globe.
"Why Chita?" She asked.
"I like the fan and saw you had found a snow-globe. I taped it and it made music, but then I wished it would never break and then I dropped it, but the glass was not broken!" She stammered.
"I wish the snow-globe would break." Meg said, holding the snow-globe, and then she dropped it. The glass shattered. The she said, "I wish the snow-globe was fixed." and the snow-globe glass and white things and dancer all cam together.
"I think we better give this to the queen." Chita said suddenly. It was one other the only things they had ever both agreed on.
Meg was the one who found it so she was the one who went in.
"My of my! This is wonderful little girl! I will reward you with more then you can imagine! A house and lots of posh cloths. You and your sister and your mother and father.." The queen started to say then she saw Meg's face.
"My father was parent-napped. We have been looking for him forever but no luck." She said softly.
"Ah, Guards! Get a group to find her father, NOW!" The queen cried. Then she took Meg and went outside. She took Chita too and put them in a carriage. She got on opposite them and took them to the cottage.
When Helen saw the black carriage she was worried. Had her two children been killed and the person was mourning them? Then she remembered the carriage. It was the carriage the queen had been riding in since her husband had died. She bowed down as the queen stepped out but saw Meg and Chita step out after her with smiles on their faces. She smiled and opened the door to the queen who stepped inside it and sat down on a chair. She told Helen the story and Helen was so proud. She said she had just found a bunch of money in her crib but then Meg smiled.
"No Mummy. I found it in all on one of my shelves and put it in the crib." Meg said. They queen smiled.
"I used to live here once. When I was little, about five or six." Began the Queen, "I left money here for the next person who moved here. My room was the attic. Then when I came back I saw the place had been deserted. I left and now see a smart family lives here. And miss..."
"Oh, I am Miss.Almary, but you can call me Helen." Helen said.
"Ah, Helen, I have been told that your husband is missing by Meg? Well, I have a search group looking for him now." The queen said. Helen was gob-smacked. Her husband had been missing for two years. Could he be found?
"Why, thank you your highness!" She bowed. The queen the told them there reward for giving her the magic snow-globe.
"A mansion and money. There will be more things the house but that is to your surprise. You can come back here any time you like but more people will be here." The queen said. Then she took them to a mansion that used to be her fathers when he was alive. Meg was in awe. She gave the queen a quick hug then remembered she was queen. But Victoria said, "That is what my own daughter used to do when she was your age." And smiled.
Only a month later Meg and Chita's father was found. He said that the people who stole him were long enemies of the queen so it was easy to get him back. After that they all lived happily ever after. And the cottage? Well, it was moved (and part of it was wrecked) to here. I live in it now, but all the magic is gone. But I can since that it was once a special place.

Good?

~The Blood, The Blood~

2005-02-08T18:50:00.000Z

'What a funny title Tudorbook has today!'
'A bit harsh if you ask me, it better be a story because real blood? YUCK!'
Yep, it’s a story. One with art in it. I will need some more art before my next entry comes out. So on to it!

The Blood

There once was a girl named Elsa. She lived with her mother, Mima, her step dad, Hank, her little sister, Niomi, and her little baby brother, Chocolate (that was her nickname for her, his real name was Anthony.) They all lived in a small stable in Spain. The year was 999. (Footnote: NOT A TRUE STORY!)
Elsa was a slave to Master Farmore, so was her sister. He mother was a cook to Mr and Miss Dwane. He step dad was a bodyguard to the king. (Note: who the king was in that time is not in my head) And her brother He was able to stay at home, and Elsa would have to do her work early so she could look after him.
In the mornings Elsa would get out of bed before anyone else, though Niomi often got up when she did because she liked Elsa. Elsa would go into Master Farmore's house and clean the dishes and cups, dust all the chairs and couches, draw the shades, cook breakfast and get the chickens eggs. Then she went to care for Chocolate. One day when she woke up she went to Master Farmore's house with Chocolate. Mother and father had to work early and Niomi was asleep. She went to the door and nearly fainted. On it was a pined scroll from another world it seemed. It was like an advert but yet not one. It scared her to bits. Then she remembered why. It was Friday the 13th. She stepped back and looked at it one more time, trying to read it though she had never been taught.

She could not read it at all so she went inside calmly, still holding Chocolate. She put him on a chair and went to get another slave. When she found one she showed him the scroll. He went to get Master Farmore.
Master Farmore knew what the writing meant; it was in code to them.
"It means that all the sheep will die. There bodies will rot in seconds and all that will be left is there blood. Then the pigs and all the other animals will die and rot, leaving nothing. Then all the crops will die and rot. We will only have sheep blood to live on, drink, eat and write with. This will go on until seven summers have passed." He whispered, "go and tell the king".
When Elsa got to tell the king she was in tears.
"Hmmmm, this is bad. The only way is that we only have our sheep’s blood, and when all the sheep blood from one family is gone we wait for them to die then eat them" He told Elsa, which made her cry more.
"But my family has no sheep! We are slaves and my father is one of your bodyguards! What will slaves do!" She walled.
"Oh Elsa, I know that. The slaves will live on water and a bit of stored food. They will not write and will have no sheep blood. They will eat people who die if they live long. Little Elsa, no need to worry. It is plague season and most of us will die with or without the blood, no need to worry." He answered softly. She didn’t care. She went outside and was on her way home. Then she saw a big green cloud of dust coming her way. A plague. She started to run then remembered the legend her grandfather had told her before he died years ago.
"The one who swallows a plague and dies will save us all forever. No plague will strike again." She thought of those words. Her grandpa had died of a Plague. She was angry when he closed his eyes and never opened them again. She had cursed to the sky.
She turned to see the cloud of dust coming closer, closer. It seemed to have a mouth that was open. She turned away and started to run, then thought of how many people it would kill, it would kill her mother, her brother, her sister, her step dad, her friends and family, it might even kill the king. She stopped running and took one last breath, opened her mouth, then turned.

Elsa did swallow the Plague and no plague like that ever hit again. Her body was found outside the castle gates. When they opened her body they saw some green dust, in little bits. They new she had saved them all, but not saved herself. The doctors told this to the people of Spain and showed the dust to show it. They were shocked. Elsa's step dad was so shocked he went to china. Her mother went to England and changed her name. She became loved by the king and they were wed. Elsa's little sister and brother were killed because some of the green had swept past and gotten them only, then disappeared. But Elsa was forgotten. She was never spoken of again until her mother’s son came to Spain and saw her grave, then she was the talk for a year, but then forgotten again. But all the people of Spain learned that to save yourself and not a whole bunch of other people is wrong, like Elsa. And the blood message? That was a different kind of plague so that never happened.

Well? It is a bit sad and one of the worst stories I have told you, but I like it, a bit.

~Calm Down~

2005-02-07T14:50:00.000Z

I saw that some comments yesterday were asking how I changed zee look. I really only changed the layout, and if you hae a blog on blogspot you know how easy it is to do that. But I bet you ment the 'Tudorbook' Logo. Well, thats my little searet. -wink-. Anyways. MY aunt, Brooklynmama, asked what show I saw. I saw Joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat.

That reminds me for no reson that today I am going to try and be in the reasturnt car on the train. -smile- I hope I am!
I did a small doodle a while ago, I think it is one of the best photo-shop pictures I've shown you all so far. Also, my last blogs were no making me happy. I give one day to comment and thats all. Okay? So comment while you can!

Well? I call it Blue_Crown. For some eson I wanted a blonde young girl ( five most likey) with a apple, a table with a cheakered table cloth and a blue crwon! It is a bit strange, and looks NOTHING like me. In fact, my hair is brown, not long, and I have bangs (or as they call it in the U.K., fringe.) Plus I am tall and NOT five! Well, if you saw my other blog with my first photo on here ever, it shows me and my funny face. It is intitled 'Me and my funny face' OKay? THat shoulf get the picture of me in your head. Only some lady messed up my face. Well, see for yourself!
So Blue_Crown is the best of my work I have shown all you readers, agree?

Who inspired me to do Blue_Crown? Well, no-one and nothing! I got it out of my head!
No, not literally.
MU HA HA HA! I MUST GO AND TAE OVER WORLD NOW! MU HA HA HA! GOODBYE!

~Zee Best Art On Blogger Ever~

2005-02-06T11:23:00.000Z

I am sorry that yesterday I had no post, but I saw a show and was busy busy busy!
Today I am showing you some of my art done on my computer and made by me on my dads computer:

(the one above is for a differnt site lookup, but I made the banner!~)
Well? Like? I will update soon and edit this post soon!

Peek-a-boo!

2005-02-03T17:05:00.000Z

Hi! I CAME back, ha ha. Brooklynmama had a funny comment yesterday, I liked it a lot! Here is my latested pice of artwork on my mac:

Like it? Well, there is a story today, but its not true. ITs called MONEY CAT>

MONEY CAT!
There was a cat named Ruby once. She was owned by a millon-are and allways wore a Ruby colar. She loved money and would like to jump on big piles. But one day there was none, they had put it in ther banck. This made Ruby mad and she ruined all the beds. That made her owners mad and then they dident let her eat her treats ever for that week.
When the week was over she was thiner then ever. She ran up to the child and meowed saying she needed food to live. Sadly the child did not understand and just played with her. SHe went to her bowl and saw it was emty. THe owner saw Ruby and gave her food, but not much, only A bowl, saying she was a greedy cat. Ruby then saw she needed to find a new home, so she set off.
She came to a garbage dump after five hours. She needed rest and looked aroung for some money to doze off in. 'funny, no money!' she thought. She meowed for money but none came! Then a boy cat named Bill came up to her and told her the money here was torn up in scraps and in a pile over 'there'. He pointed to a bunch of old wet paper and tea bags, but Ruby was so tired she ran to it and jumped into it all. She fell into the pile and all light was gone. There was stuff on her nose and some string stuck to her tail. Outside the pile was chuckling. 'That cat!' she thought. Then she heard a noise, a truck was picking up the pile. She turned and tried to run for it, but all of the stuff she was stuck in had been out into the pile. She tried to feel her collar but it was gone! She cried untill he truck droped her and all the junck in a river.
"Gee! I hate water! At least I have stuff to float on!" mewed Ruby. Then she was picked up by a big hand, a hand she new, her owners hand!
"Ah, a kitty! I used to have one like that but she ran away. All we have is her collar, you try it kitty!" He said, and put the collar on her, "God! IS that ruby?!" He yelled when he saw her in the collar. "LOrd it is!" He took her home, gave her a bath, and looked at her. HE said sorry and asked what she wanted. She looked to some money and mewed. HE smiled and gave it to her. She lived happily ever after!

I know, its silly. But it was all I had in mind! THank you all for reading!

Browines

2005-02-02T20:26:00.000Z

No, not the kind you eat. But it's a group here.It's like girl scouts in the U.S. We learn badges and play games. Its really fun! I did it today and these are the two badges I'm doing:

Swimer: (doing in spring)
Writer:(doing NOW)

So you see why I have been busy? Yep, you do. Also I am spending a bit of my time writing the writer badge. So, sorry if you are getting bored, but bored people are boring is the saying! (no offence, truly.)
So, what now? (really, I can't think what to write now. -sigh- ) Hmmmmmmmm...

FOOD! People are commending me to tell them about FOOD! Lets see...
Food is somthing you eat. Um, here it is weiard and we have pies made out of sheapereds. EKKK! We have those preist pies, have a little preaist. HA HA HA. We have, wait, thats all from Sweeny Todd.
We have funny food. I have to go to bed now, so I can't write more. -sniff- -bo ho-

Bye.

Me and my funny face

2005-02-01T19:49:00.000Z

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Originally uploaded by tudorbook.

'Oh la la! This girl can't post photos and links! Zee girk is dumb when it comes to bloging! Oh la la I am wrong!'. He he he, like? That is me only my face has been cut out by some 'Oh la la' person. That is also my school uniform, well, in gray. I am going to take over this blog once agien! MU HA HA HA!

From Broadway to the Tudors.

2005-01-31T17:20:00.000Z

I have been away for a bit and ask FORGIVENESS~ when you comment tell me if you forgive me. Today I am talking about my life! Well, like what I am watching and what I am reading and stuff, plus links to where you can buy them! Well, lets start:

What I’m watching:
B'Way: The American Musical
Buy it: http://www.tlavideo.com/details/product_details.cfm?id=207073&v=2&c=2&sn=1

What I’m reading:
Clockwork by Philip Pluman
Buy it: http://shop.abc.net.au/browse/product.asp?productid=232951

What I’m listening to:
Same as what I’m watching, but on c.d.’s.

What I’m eating:
Umm, here just a food site: http://www.shopping.com/xCH-food_and_wine (and no, I am NOT drinking wine or beer if you want to know!!!!!

Well, that’s it for the what I’m section. Hmm, what else? Oh ya! Tudor facts and a site for more facts!

http://www.brims.co.uk/tudors/tudors.html

The Tudors ruled for a whopping 111 or so years!

Um, well, seeing that site will tell you facts I will tell you one fact that you might have not known:

Henry the 8th’s wives were divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded survived. Two of his wives lived after him, Catherine Parr who is ‘survived’, and Anne of cleaves who is the second ‘divorced’. The wife that outlived Henry and all his wives was Anne of Cleaves.

Well that’s all for now! And I Never Never will forget my blog! Bye for now!

O_o

2005-01-29T14:06:00.000Z

Sorry for the long gap of time, but I have been REALLY REALLY busy! SO busy I had no time to post. I ask for forgiveness. Also, MAcTop's bro had won the poem name game. PLease mail me a post for , M, you are a guest bloger some day! I have to go, I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO sorry! With all my love,
TudorBook

Drinking me ale

2005-01-25T20:38:00.000Z

Today I am going to TELL REAL LIFE!!!!!!!!!! But I have a few shout outs first.

My Moms Brothers B-Days were yesterday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU TWO!
My Grandpa in hospitable, WE MISS YOU AND HOPE YOU GET WELL SOON!

Well, shout outs done, so on with the show!
-bit of music, then it starts!-
Well, today nothing to report, but not a story because yesterday seemed to be a bad story and people are making it clear by not commenting, well, only my family comments but others don’t when It is a bad one. So today, um, what AM I going to write? Hmm, um, aye! What, no no no, it’s a surprise.

Today is burns day! No silly, not like burning a fire, but Burns! He was a poet and today his his 245th birthday! If we live for 5 more years we will get to be there on his 250 birthday! Yay! Well, we had to read a LONG poem today that was a bit boring. I started eating tons of food when MacTop was reading it. I admit, I was paying a BIT more attention to the food. It was great food and I could go on babbling about it all day but I’m not going to because that’s just a strange thing to do. Burns died in his thirties, like Gorge Gershwin, a Broadway writer. Burns wrote things with funny titles like ‘To A Louse’ and ‘To A Louse’. On the other hand, it’s a bit strange.
Well, Burns is getting to be a Louse and I want to rid him. So, what next! I know! Wait, um, do I? Yes! I wrote a poem for my mom’s eldest brother’s b-day, it had ‘Drink Lots Of Beer’ in it, so on with the Ale! There is an Inn Keeper and some of King George’s men come in, looking for a highwayman, I interviewed him

Me: So what happened?
In Keeper: I was sat upon me old wooden stole reading me paper and drinking me beer when three of those red coats cam a-clomping in! They took me beer and me paper and sat down, saying nothing! They just drank and looked at me paper then went upstairs and did something with me child, but then one of ‘em ruined me new radiator, curse the thing, there new here and they keep failing to warm me place up! Next morning I saw in me paper that they killed my child but what did I care, -sniff-, she had loved a highwayman!
Me: You loved Bess, but why did the men kill her?
In Keeper: Ah, she killed herself for her love on the path and warned him.
Me: Thank you, and is that daft heater still blowing up?
In Keeper: Why yes…, wait a sec, why did you ask?
Me: No reason! Thank you! Bye! –runs away-

Well, he gave me a hard time, but it was worth it. Now I wonder what poem it was? (MacTop and JenUK know it; so do not tell please you two!)

Guppy

2005-01-24T18:06:00.000Z

Hi again. I understand why there were no comments yesterday, but I am sorry to those who I did not mention, but I was pretty busy. Today I have a story. I know, your going
‘Not another story! She tells to many!’. But I want to tell one. I made it up, and don’t worry, its short so I WILL tell you some real life things and days, but first for my story:

The Only Guppy.

There was a proud mama fish. She had five guppies which she named
Jess, Lilyu, Tiffey, Jim, and Tilly.
She loved them all, but she cared for Tilly most. This made all the other guppies mad. One day Jess had a plan.
“Hey, guys! I think I can get mom to pay attention to us, but we need to listen and stay silent.” Said Jess.
“Sure,” all the other 3 guppies said.
“so, first we give Tilly a bunch of seaweed and say we got it at a great cave, but really, when she goes there we bet her and put a cage on her!” Whispers Jess. The other 3 guppies like the idea and agree. Well. All but one.
“That’s horrid Jess! How would you feel if you were in a cage? Plus, Tilly is far too smart to fall for that.” Said Tiffey.
“Oh, your to scared!” Taunted the other three, “The baby is a scared fish!”
“Am Not!” She yelled back, “ I’ll tell her right and hard! You just wait and see you big bullies!” and she left the room. But when she was out she was biting her fins. If she told Tilly then the others would say they had nothing to do with it but Tiffey did. She wanted to tell her now she didn’t. But then she saw Jess go out of her room and up to Tilly, who was taking a bath of sand.
“Hey Till’?” Jess asked,
“Yep?” Said Tilly.
“Well, we found some great seaweed and wanted to tell you where the cave is,” she pointed to a spot on her map, “We are too dumb to work out where it is, so can you get some for dinner?” She said.
“Yes! I can Jess, I would love too!” Responded Tilly and she got out and washed the sand out of her skin. She went to get her snack and bag and headed out the door, lying to her mom and saying she was going to eat outside.
When she was not in view and the other three guppies we most likely at the cave Tiffey went to her mom and helped her wash plates.
“What the worry? Why aren’t you going to be with your siblings?” Mom asked.
“Well, you see, Oh mom!” Taffy told her the hole story.
“Oh god, I HAVE to stop them!” She cried and gave Tiffey a kiss, “You come along too!” she said. She and Tiffey raced to the cave, but then they saw some big pile of seaweed and the Tilly was going to get it. Right above her, not on the seaweed, but close, was the cage.
“Tilly!” cried Mom as the Cage dropped. Tilly turned and started tords her, but then the cage hit her Tail.
“Mom! I was going to get the food for our family when you came! Gee! Now look! You made the cage drop o my tail!” She sobbed, but then Mom told her the real story. “Oh mom! Oh Mom!” Cried Tilly, but then the cage moved slightly and Jess got it on her hole body, but Tiffey saw it coming and pushed Tilly out of the way and got caged. Jess swam down with Jim and Lilyu. They swam home and got some bags, then they moved into the cave. Mom was so unhappy and angry at Jess for starting this, but she was happy Tilly was safe and she and Tilly moved back to home. Mom had seemed to forgot Tiffey.
“Oh! You got me in this mess! How do I GET out!” She cried, then a crab comes and takes the cage. But on the back of him is Mom, not Tilly.
“ I thought you were right, I pay no attrition to you all, so I am going to move here because Tilly wants to live by herself. Her choice, so, lets get those place Spic-and-span!” And they lived a good life forver more.

Well? Was it good?

Henry the 7th saved up tons of money but his son spent it all on wars!

NAme Game

2005-01-23T17:56:00.000Z

Today I have been busy and still am. SO short.

Today I will tell you about names and make some for people who want them.

MacTop: HE works on a Lap-Top that is a Mac.
JenUK: Her name then where she lives.
BookLit: Reads books and lights lights.
GramUS: My grandma on my moms side, lives in the US.
EllaUS: MY best friend whom lives in the US
AliceUS: MY best friend whom lives in the US (twin to EllaUS)
TwinDad: EllaUS and AliceUS’s dad.
SurfingLA: MacTops Bro (Name starts with M, you know who you are!) Lives in LA (I think)
SwimingLA: MacTops other bro (Name starts with A, you know who you are!) Lives in LA (I think)
CousinEv-Dash-Parr: My GREAT cousin who just commented on the last post. I changed your name a bit Ev, but you can use yours when you comment!
UncleJeffy: CousinEv-Dash-Parr’s dad and my uncle. UJ, sorry I changed your name. You can still use your when you comment though!
PeggyNy: My grandpas wife on my Mom’s side.
GrandBruce: MY Grandpa on my Mom’s Side.
UncleTony-Bony: One of my other uncles on my Dads side, may rarely comment (I think, if not, where are you?)
LilUs: Tony-Bony’s child, my cousin. Same problem with Him.
TamUS: Tony-Bony’s girlfriend, may comment
Well, if you want a name be sure to tell me!

Marker

2005-01-22T10:35:00.000Z

First I want to say 'Thank You' to everyone who read yesterdays blog and commented. But I want to thank Theodora Greenway the most. She made my darling Mia Hammy a little memory page. Thank you SO SO SO much Theodora Greenway!!

Well, todya I am going to york so this will be quick. Oh, yep, today I have a title with no meaning AGIAN. Well, I'm sorry that yesterday there was no fact so today I will have two. But first I am going to tell you a TRUE TRUE TRUE story, well, not really, but is is in a book. (in my words!):
Anne Bleyn Gets A Shock

Anne had a jump to her step. HEr husband's first wife had just died, her name was Catherine of Aragon and ever since she had married Henry people wanted that 'rat' back on the throne.
"Now I am Truly queen!" She said. She was looking for Henry. HE child, Elizabeth, was sleeping. But Henry was sure not to be sleeping! She hoped he wasent going to give her a shock, she was pregnent with a boy, a heir. She opened a door and gasped.
Henry was there, but with one of annes ladys in waitings. JAne. He was combing her hair. Jane looked at Anne and turned pale. Henry was calm, this made Anne even more schocked. Her soon came out early, dead. Seeing her time, Jane rushed out of the room. Henry was ever so mad. He yelled at Anne but when she said it was his fault he got even more angry. Anne had a temper and a sharp toung, so she yelled back. When they were done fighting they went oppiste ways. Only a month anne was pregnent agian. But soon the baby was dead agian. Henry was fed up of Anne and liked Jane much better. HE did love little Elizabeth but Anne was not in his fovour anymore. Then one day Anne saw henry with Jane agian. She was holding little Elizabeth but her temper rose. Jane ran away and Henry yelled that he would have her head off. Anne gasped and shut her mouth.
On the day her head was choped off, her soul haunts the Tower Of London. Not ready to rest.

Well? Like? Uh-Oh, I have to HEAD OFF to york! (he he he). Well, thank you for all the comments! I LOVE them! Bye!

In Memory

2005-01-21T17:06:00.000Z

IT was close to this day, One or Two years ago, that my first Hamster died. After my cat had died it took a few years till I got Mia Hammy, my hamster. Today is the day to remember. It was also the day she died I got a HORRID hamster who we called ButterBall, turns our she was Dracula cause she squeaked really loud every time you toched her and when she bit you had blood on you finger of some other place everywhere. But Mia was better. Everyone loved her. She would never bite but if she did she was sleeping. She had been asleep for two days, not even geting to run on her weel at night. I wanted to get her to a docter but my dad (Booklit) said no. One morrining I got up and went to her cage. I sat there for a long time then I went to the bathroom. When I came back she wasent breathing. I was scared and sceamed. Booklit told me to go into the other room. Mia was dead and he put her in a plastic box on top of the floor pading and some other things. He wanted me to put her food on top of her but I dident till I had my eyes closed. It was a painfull day and I never smiled. Not even when I got Drac. I never smiled really for a week, but I did pleanty of crying. Even at school my brain was blocked and my work was a bit worse. I drew drawings of her all the time and my friends tried to stop me from clinging to them. It was worse when they told me to smile, when I tried it turned into a river of tears. I'm crying a bit as I write this. Sometimes I thought she would go to Ham Hevan. But I knew that was not going to happen. When my cat died (Java) it was differnt cause I was little and just said goodbye. We all knew he would die of the tomber. But Booklit and me loved Mia. She was so sweet and my friends, Ella-US and Alice-US loved her. She liked to climb up Ella-US's slever and sometimes in it. She was like my child and I was proud of her. But after I got rid of Drac and got my gerbil STarburst (now in the safe hands of Ella-Us, Alice-US, and the others) Booklit had taken Hammy out of the freazer and put her underground without me. I was so mad and sad. I am still now. Mia was the best pet ever and not even my not-yet-born kitten will take her place. Only Mia has the best Pet place in my heart and that will never change.

In Memory.

Tudor Time

2005-01-20T17:04:00.000Z

Today is a good day. A TUDOR TIME day! I am going to tell 10 TUDOR TIME facts! Yay!

1. Henry the 7th was a cousin to the king of England. That is why he was able to be crowned.
2. Henry the 7th first son died and so the wale took on.
3. The wale (Henry the 8th) only had 3 kids.
4. Poor Anne and Cathrine had there heads chopped off. They were cousins!
5. Edward the 6th only was nine when he became king and ruled for 6 short years.
6. Mary the 1st was known as ‘Bloddy Mary’ for the way she tried to change England’s relingon and for burning people at the stake.
7. Elizabeth was so popular that people fought to cut strips from the carpet she walked on when she was crowned.
8. Elizabeth was first hated when her father and brother were ruling. Her mother had taken the place of Mary’s mother whom the People loved and Anne had 6 fingeres wich made people think she was a Witch. So Elizabeth seemed to be a Witch until mary started burning people, then people wanted her to rule more then ever!
9. Elizabeth ate lots of suger, as it was new in her age, and this made her teeth black.
10. The Tudors ruled for 101 years or so.

Well, was that TUDOR TIME fun? I hope so! Since nothing really was fun other then drama, I did TUDOR TIME! Well, thanks for all the comments! I LOVE them! Keep them up! Bye!

The Teddy Bear Factory

2005-01-19T20:04:00.000Z

Why that is my title is a mystery, I just thought it was a good one. Well, I LIKE teddy bears so today I am going to tell you are TRUE TRUE TRUE story about one.
The Teddy Dance

There was a little girl once, still alive. She lived with her dad part the time and her mom the other part. She went to a school in Brooklyn where she had good friends. But only one thing was missing. Every show-and-tell in kindergarten people brought in stuffed animals or Lego things to show. The girl had always wanted a teddy to cuddle and stuff but never got one, really because she never got the nerve to ask. Even after kindergarten she wanted one! It was in First Grade when her dads girlfriend was going to leave her cat at our house while she went away the girl remembered the teddy bear thought. She looked at the lazy Cleo and new that the cat wasent a teddy to cuddle. She wanted for her dads girlfriend to come back. There was a bag behind her back, and guess what? She had got the girl a TEDDY! The girl was so happy, she went and gave her a hug, cuddled the teddy, and ran into her room. Only a few years later she took the bear and some other toys to video. She called it ‘The Dancing Toys’. With the bear, a dolphin toy, and a dinosaur puppet. They were funny. She loved her movie and wished she had saved it to this day, to remind her. So she could remember her past little funniness. Well, yep. But she is in safe hands now, she s in a different contrary and continent but she’s fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine…

Now I wonder, who was that girl?

Tudor Time!
Henry the 8th chopped two of his wives heads off.

The Falling Hamster

2005-01-18T18:56:00.000Z

In art we has to draw pics of things moving. I did a hamster jumping out of a plane, but her parisute fell off. But don't worry, she can swim! (well, in a pool were she is falling!) At least it wasent the only weiardc one! Gee, someone did bugs bunny! ^^
Today I am going to tell a story, thats history! Well, sort of. HOw bout I tell you a Tudor story that is kinda true, then give you facts? Ya! So... -curtins open-
The Small Boy

In the ole' days of Good Queend Bess (Elizabeth), There was a boy named Hark. He worked for the shoe maker on his street. Every day he got up, went over two houses, and went in the door with a sign of a shoe above it. He took some leather from his master and got to work, making shoes. He worked till sunset when he went home to have his dinner. He loved the winter, cause days were shorter. But his master sometimes sent him home before sunset any day, he thought the poor boy was, only a boy! He only payed the boy a shilling a month.
One day the boy was listing to Ms.Ken . She was saying that some famous knight of Queen Elizabeth had been aroung the world and was walking past his house. He gave a big 'woop' and raced out to his room, but remembered he had to work. He saged and went to the shoe man.
"Whats Wong with Ye?" Asked the shoe maker.
"Ah, Alas, A Knight of the queens is mabye to walk by me window still." He sighed.
"Alas, My poor boy, I'm sorry. But today me need you to make a Lady some shoes." By lady he mant one of the queens Ladys-In-Waitings or somthing like that. But the boy took the leather and saged into the work shop.
Only a hour later a man came into the store. He had his hat over his face and nice clothings. The shoe maker looked at him and asked what he would like.
"Some shoes, I'm sad my own have gone holes in 'im." He said softly. The boy gave a thumds up and got to work. The man asked if he could see around.
"Yes sir. It isent much..." stamered the shoe maker but the man went to where the boy was and sat down.
"TEll me your name boy." He said.
"Hark sir. MAy I ask yours?" he said in a shakey way.
"Alas no my kind boy. May I see the shoes you are making for me?"
"Oh yes, they are made of fine silk and sheep leather. I use bettle blood to make the red. For my master is to poor to buy red silk."
"Is that man your father?"
"No."
"What fine needle work you have my boy, is it almost done?"
"Only one more sitch!" And the boy handed the man the shoes, with some wood at the bottem so if they got holes the man would not feel the mucky ground.
"Why, thank you! MAy I take you to see my master?" He asked. And without a answer he took him off.
The man was hedded for a place. The boy was shocked, could this be the knight? They got to the gates and went into the throne room, Ol' good queen Bess was there. Both man and boy bowed.
"Ah Drake, You Came back!" Cried the queen. She was so happy, but saw the boy. "The boy..."
"Only a shoe maker." Said Sir Frances Drake.
"Are those the shoes you got from me? They look very nice." Said ELizabeth.
"My good queen, this boy made them." Said Drake, And Elizabeth was in shock. She made him rolal shoemaker and he lived happily ever after in her presence.

Elizabeths Age was known as the 'Golden Age'

Was that good? From now on I will give you ONE fact a blog. A story every so often. Thank you for all the coments! I hope there are more soon!

The Bells Of School

2005-01-17T18:12:00.000Z

-ding dong- -ding dong-
Three o'clock.
-ding ding ding-
-BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-
All the kids run for it when our bells go. Some tramped my feet today, most likey that we had been doing a boring lesson for the last hour, thinking time would never come! SOme needed to get the bus, some needed to be some where on ime, some just are hapy, ones like me go out reading the last 2 or 3 chapters of a new book every day. Today it was 'Girls In Tears' by J. Wilson. Tomarrow 'Clockwork' by P. Pullman. Anyways, I walked out slowly, remembering every chapter. I step on the not-so-muddy part of the grass and shift my bag, making a clink as my key-chains dangle. Then I get to the muddy part, and before I know it, I hadent steped to the side to avoid it. -sigh-. (SO tomarrow I will have muddy shoes, gladly not wet.) Then my friend, K.S.Runs up to me, on and off the muddy part, and asks why I am on the muddy side. I tell her I was reading. Then she asks if I'm okay. On friday I was going to call JenUK but I dialed the wrong number and ended up speaking to a man I did not know. He asked my name and where I lived but I hung up and went to tell school. But I said I was fine to K.S. We walk to the Lolly-Pop lady from school where I cross and she waits for a bus I think. THe lolly-pop lady crosses me and says Bye. I say bye and thank you, my daily rutine when I do not have after school clubs. I go through the place where people drive and get into the U.Of Hull. I see MacTop with his Lap Top geting ready for a class he is showing soon. I say my greetings and go to see JenUK. We go home and do my homework, have tea, and I have ther last of the chocolate covered penut-butter pretzals that JenUK had all to herself. 3 left for sruby Fire Tudorbook. Well, I do it all and go up here, see if I have any new e-mails and neomessages. Yep and Yep. I read, respond, and deleate. SImple. Then I do this, Listing to singers like Elaine Stritch and Joel Grey and others. Nice day so far, but I need to do my moon chart. Hmm, Halve moon, kinda blury through my window. Well, I will have dinner, then go to bed. Unless somthing else turns up...

New Comer

2005-01-16T11:08:00.000Z

Hiya! First blog here *shiver*, better make the best out of it. So first, about myself:

Here, my name is Fire or Tudor Book. Really, its that easy. I have No pets (bo ho!) and no sidlings (ya!) and need to spell better (ug). I used to live in the U.S.and then moved to the U.K. when I was nine. I'm 10 now, and feeling great. I am a browine (a girl sout in the U.S.) and have one badge. My favorite book is 'The Two Princesses Of Bamarre' by Gail Carson Levine. But my favorite author is Jacqueline Wilson, who is a english writer while G.C.L. is from the U.S. I love to read and write and hate to spell.
My tape looks like a person and my room is alive, my bed likes to dance all over my room and once stomped on my foot.
That part isnt true, I hope. My mom is JenUK and my dad is Booklit (in my world I made names for them *giggle*). Why they have these names, I just made them up cause my mom is called JenUK when she comments on blogs and, my dads name came out of my head. My moms partner, MacTop, uhh, oh, his name is that cause he has a laptop that is a mac, I have a clamshell that is a mac but my name is Fire or Tudor Book. Ahh, I will think of other funny names for other people, but first for a blog I read:
brooklynmama.diaryland.com
That is my aunts blog, Brooklynmama (whos name I did NOT make up.*sniff*), and her husband P daddy, but of corse ther little girl, Ping. My favorite singer (on broadway) is Bernadette Peters. My fav pop singer is Avril Lavinge. My favorite show is Big River. Uh-Oh, time dose fly bye. I got to go, thank you so much for your eyes! See you next time! (feel free to coment, I will read them and somtimes write them here if they have to do with my next blog. THanks SO SO SO SO much!

, Fire Tudor Book