Story to 200!!!

"I need this relationship . I need you."
"Really?" He'd told me this a thousand times. His voice was repeating in my mind.
"Yes, really." He looked in my eyes with his turquoise ones. I felt my heart melt.
"Then why....why..." I turned away from him, as my eyes flooded with salty tears. I couldn't bring myself to say those words- cheat.
"Oh, for goodness sake's woman! You cry all the time! Man up!" His harsh words slapped my self-esteem and I had to choke back more tears.
He slapped his head and ran to the bedroom, shoving his clothes into a suitcase. I lingered in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
"I'm out," he said, slamming me into the doorway. As I heard the door slam I sunk down and sobbed.
My life was over on my 25th birthday.

Guys, please help me. I need 200 viewers and then I'll post a video blog. I need all your help in advertising.


Thanks, Hannah

Heya!

Sorry guys, don't worry, I haven't abandoned you guys. Life has just been REALLY REALLY REALLY
REALLY REALLY REALLY busy.

And my moment of free time is used on my blackberry.


Right now I feel like having a breakdown.

Now why, you may ask, a twelve year old is  having  breakdown?


Because simply, when you're me, you try to multi task. You put so much pressure on yourself.

Finally!

I HAVE COMPLETED A WHEN/IF!!

I got a Blackberry!

Na-na-na-na-naa! I have a Blackberry! Tralala-a!

Well, maybe you have one yourself (highly likely) than you can
happy dance with me!!!

PIN: Not tellin' you! Other wise I'll get all these strange stalker freaks.

So far my feelings for this week....I'm not sure. I'm having a taste of teenage hood with mood swings.
Groan...This is going to be a long 8 years....


Not enough time to say anything else.
My life's been boring, how about yours?
Comment!
Hannah

Groan. It's Monday.

Blah.  Yay!
It's the worst  best day of the week. !
 Stupid Happy Monday!
How was your Monday?
Mine was a real surprise!

TERRIBLE.
 
Now isn't that such a surprise?

Here's part of my latest chapter.
"Chapter 13- Be my escape

I can't believe it.

I'm watching my sister's memorial service, and I realise how much I miss her. Her smile, her laugh, just her. But now she's gone. Dad is speaking gravely into the microphone. Lindsee looks pale, Leo has lost weight, Lynn is staring at the ribbons and flowers on Wil and my old chairs like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

Written on the projected screen is :

Charlotta and Wilma

1998- 2012 1998- 2010

You will be missed

I want to laugh, but my eyes are stuck on the screen. Somehow the two connect and my mouth opens and closes like a goldfish.

"It was two years ago that we lost one of our twin girls to cancer. They were Leah's fourth pregnancy." His carrot head made everything about him seem slightly comical.

"Charlie was my little girl. When I had I fight, she was there. She was amazing, an amazing child...." His eyes filled with tears and he stepped off the podium.

Mum nodded at him and stepped onto the podium. She's stifling a smile. She knows that I'm alive. She's enjoying this. She's dressed in a tight polka-dot silk shirt that outlines her muffin top. Her navy blue skirt is tight on her hips and she quells another smile. Professionally she changed her face to a somber expression. "I can't even imagine life without my girls. They are so important to me..." Distractedly ,as a servant handed me a sandwich, my teeth clamped over it, letting the nutrients sink in into my mouth and down, down into my growing stomach. I had been comfort eating. I glanced at Lindsee. She was wearing a black maternity dress, only giving us a sneak- peak of he baby bump. He hat was tilted and her face went very red for a second. Then her face went pale. She gave Leo (in too tight morning dress- totally un-suitable) a little kiss and a whisper in his ear. He got up and picked her up. He took her to the limo. The camera focused on them. The commentator's voice was exactly like he was talking for a tennis match. "And that's Diana, known as Lindsee, with her boyfriend Leo..."

A shot of realization shimmied down my spine. She was in labour!

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Mwah, Hannah

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Right now I'm listening to my dog licking herself, my mom telling my sister about Hitler, and my head
buzzing.
I am a writer.
Ok, that was just stating the obvious. But to be honest with you, today I feel
happy and ready for the half-week ahead of me.
I feel ready to zoom ahead of everyone in the gala on Friday and be waving at them from the
end of the pool. (Unlikely).
I feel like I'm in the driver's seat for once.
Even though dad's/ Sims computer MELTED, I feel at peace. Zen, as I said in a few other posts.
I feel like I'm going to actually accomplish something in life.
To be honest, I feel like a movie star
                                                     ~Pic of the Week~

Ok, this is pretty funny.