Uh…I…think…?!

November 10, 2005 by MeepitGirl
Filed under: Short Stories

Uh…
I don’t know what to put.
Oh…uh…fine…my name’s Anna May. Don’t laugh. My mum came up with it when I was born…and I just suppose I’ve hated it ever since. Maybe that’s why I cried when I was a baby — because I had such a weirdo name. I probably heard my mum saying ‘Anna May’ and that made me angry.

Everyone thinks I’m going to have a bad temper, because I’ve got red hair. It’s not even properly red. It’s more like a dark purply kind of red, you know, the smelly sort you get in boxes. I don’t have a bad temper. It’s just the way I was born, I think…

But I wish I wasn’t called Anna May, because it sounds freaky.
Very freaky.

I’ve got a little sister, and she’s even more freaky than me. Her first name is Samantha. What do parents have about these weird names? But she hasn’t got red hair. Her hair is fair and very long and curly. She’s got big blue eyes and likes to blink them at Mum and Dad when she wants something. My sister isn’t half a spoilt brat. >(

WAYS TO AVOID MY SISTER:

Bribe her out of your room with chocolate.

Get a lock on your door.

Get an electric fence. I have THAT.

Uh…the end.

How to keep your sister at bay

November 8, 2005 by Milliefrag
Filed under: Short Stories

Ten Top Tips to keep your sister at BAY

1. Surround your room with barbed wire
2. Get a HI-TECH alarm system
3. Set up a mine field
4. Hire some assasins
5. Set up CCTV
6. Buy yourself a spell book and conjure up a lightning spell
7. Play music that your sister hates
8. Unscrew her doorhandle
9. If she has a phone in her bedroom phone it with your mobile then when shes inside take her dorhandle off so she cant get out
10. Follow the steps above… Then RUN!!!

By Milliefrag & Cheesey nic nacs

School

October 9, 2005 by layboy7bs
Filed under: Short Stories

Hi my name is Mah Jong and there is always one thing on my mind. School. I hated it. Always a long boring day. Nothing to do or play. But today everything changed. I was walking to school when I saw a gang of my freinds, so I walked over. They were talking about how they thought school was fun, all their favourite lessons and their worst. I told them how I hated school and some of them looked taken aback. The leader told me that school helped you get a good job and earn lots of money. I thought about that all day at school and when I got home I asked my mum about it. She told me that it was true. Then from that day I always tried my best at school.