All Alone in Walmart

Hello you beautiful balloons! I would like to tell you a story. I know I didn't post on Valentines Day but I honestly don't care.

\_/ <- You see this?

That is my cup of cares. Notice that it is empty.

(Actually I was going to post about Forever Alone Day but I was too busy having fun!...Also because I was too lazy.)

Anyway I want to tell you about my first time as a child being left alone by myself in Walmart.

At the time I was six or seven and life was just beginning to show its' true, mean, and ugly face.
It was a time where everything I wore was pink and purple and my older sister and I actually shared clothes.

 That time was over.

My little toddler mind refused to accept the fact that the world was becoming a house of horrors.
So, there I was. Standing in Walmart ,even as a junior, reading books in the book section.
I didn't hear my mom say she would soon come and get me or that she just needed to go grab a jug of milk.
So I was standing there lost in a Junie B. Jones when a gruff voice interrupts my train of thought.

"Are you lost?"

Now the voice sounded very much like one a person would of someone who ate staples and swallows a big ole cup o nails to finish it off. Because we all know breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
The guy had raggedy clothes and a beard and he kind of smelled like pee.

So I was just standing there and looked around for my mom, because she was the one who answered the questions for me.

When I realized she wasn't around I did the thing any child who was lost would do.

I screamed like a fool.

Screaming was an understatement. More like howling like a banshee and siren crossed together.
And by that time I was thinking of all the horrible things that could happen: the strange man could yank me away from the two pigtails sticking from my head.

They were the kind of pigtails that were like helicopter blades, if they could spin fast enough I would've flown away!

Then I fell to the floor and cried. Right in front of the guy. He tried to help me up but I just kept flailing and falling on the floor.

Eventually he ran away from my strange demonic child screams and ran away before he thought I would open a portal or something.

I was all cried out and sniffles emitted from my little nose.
My mom came back and we checked out our groceries and to this day I see scraggly beard man whenever I go to Walmart.

-Hay

*Note
Small details in this story may have been exaggerated. :)

Plain Lucky

Dear people's faces I shall call my diary,

I know I haven't been writing in a long time. But today just seems like the perfect day to get started up again.

Yesterday, I woke up. At six in the morning. I couldn't figure out how to turn off the clock because my brain was so foggy so I took out the plug and have yet to fix my alarm clock.

About two hours later, I woke up again. I probably would have stayed in bed if my stomach didn't stop punching it's self. So I hurried to the bathroom. In there, I brushed my pearly whites and made my face even more impossibly beautiful and went to get a glass of water.

I made a huge breakfast for myself and my little sissies. Toast Strudels and Waffles. By the time we we done, I was ready to burst and spread all the sugary insides all over the kitchen. My stomach felt like crap after eating that food so I decided to just lay around, even though I probably shouldn't have.

You see, my soccer team made a deal with our coach that if we got to super fit on this running game, he would take us out for sushi. Now, I told myself I wouldn't lay around all day, playing video games and feeling bad because I looked like a video game obsessed kid. But that's really what happened.

I didn't have a soccer game that day so my mom decided she wanted to go see a movie. She and I decided on Paranorman (because Tim Burton movies are the bomb diggity!) Anyway, we left at five in the afternoon.

We first went to Target because the movie didn't start until seven. So we wandered the store, Mom, Baby, Tiny and I. I went to the skateboard section and guitar section, hoping to find good prices so I could buy them for my birthday.

Finally, we went to the theater. In there, I saw a sign that said people we looking for extras. Mom said I could possibly sign up later but I wasn't really hung up on it even though that was a really big deal for me. I just didn't want to get too excited if mom changed her mind.

We went to take our seats and the theater was nearly empty. But by the time the movie started, there was a little bit more people.


I have to say, that movie was awesome. It was funny and scary and creative and Tim Burton is forever my favorite director. I would absolutely love to create some of the things he creates...one day.

Anyway, we left the theater. Tiny had to use the bathroom so mom gave me Baby and told me I could sign up on the Extras info sheet. I filled in everything I could until, of course, mom came out and I gave her the rest to fill in.

We left the theater afterwards, and as we we're walking to the car, I saw what looked like a five dollar bill. Instead, it was a twenty!!


Pretty good day! But I still have to exercise if I want free sushi....

Jay

Touching the Sky

Dear people's faces I shall call my diary,


I feel inspired by dance and ballet. I was dancing in my room and did this hip-hop/ jazz/ ballet dance thing. It was...a nice combo...

Yesterday my mom, sisters, and I went out to the park. Didn't sound like fun at all because I just wanted to go eat. But my mom had already made up her mind to take Baby and Tiny to play.

When we got there, I didn't know what to do because I just felt out of place. I instantly went to the things that make you dizzy. I found a way to make it twist without you needing anyone push you but today I had forgotten how. So I looked like a complete idiot on some kid's toy, doing nothing. That's when I called Tiny over to give me a push. I called for her, and she looked dead at my. I did a motion for her to come to me and waited a few minutes before I saw her one a different twisting toy.

So I walk over to her, steaming with anger. "Tiny, why didn't you come to me when I called for you?"

Finally she looks up from her fun and replies, "I didn't hear you." I just lost it then. How do you not hear someone but reply to them when they call you over?

I just let it go, but not completely, and walk away. I go onto the swings and just think for a while, watching the little kids play and listen for the cars on the bridge above the park. I did actually feel like a bird, the way the wing hit my face, and then it felt like I was falling back down to the ground. It liked the pain it brought in my chest when I went down, grasping for air. I closed my eyes and thought about stuff whatever came to mind. That's when two boys, about my age, come to the swings.

It sounded like they were mocking me. They said things like, "I can fly," and "I can touch the sky." I forget what else they said but they kept looking over at me. It was just annoying but fun to listen to them talking to each other.

The boy closest to me looked over and said, "We're swinging at the same time. See. Up...down...up...down...up...down. Come on, say it with me."

So I started to chant with him as we went up and down.

After about 30 minutes with these guys, Tiny comes over and says it's time to go. But I didn't want to leave. Not one bit. But I had to or they would leave without me. So I ran to catch up with them and was pretty much happy the rest of the day.

Jay

Daddy's Day

Dear people's faces I shall call my diary,

I had to make it blurry and smaller so
no one can copy it. Sorry!

I feel great right now! Just did a few sit ups and push ups so my arms hurt. The things I do to look beautiful!

Yesterday was interesting. As you may know, yesterday was Father's Day. I was put up to the task of making the card and also decorating the bag where the gift would be placed.

As I'm sitting in my room, thinking of ideas and design, my dad and mom are sitting in the living room, right outside my room, watching television. I finally get this brilliant idea and right before my pencil hits the paper, I hear my dad yelling super loud. Of course, I had on my earbuds because I work best listening to music. So I run out of my room and I just look at him and say, "What did you say?"

He seemed a little frustrated and pointed to the kitchen. That's when I'm realize I have to clean the kitchen even though I didn't eat, which irritated me so much. But this has happened before so I just thought, this is my duty, my chore. Do you want money Jay? DO YOU! I cleaned the kitchen as fast as I could without not cleaning it then I went to my room and started working on my card for him.

It came out pretty nice. It didn't really matter that I had not gone to bed until midnight. What mattered is the fact that dad would love the present the next day. The next day, I got up early and got bored while I waited for mom to come and get the stuff I made and put it with the present. So I also color the bottom of the bag.

Happy Father's Day from Google

I finally heared mom in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for dad. I decided I wanted to make the biscuits, like I did for mother's day. And when everyone ate breakfast, they said the biscuits were the best.

Best Father's Day Ever


Jay

Bright Ideas

Dear people's faces that I shall call my diary,


Guess what? I have got these ideas. And I want more ideas from you guys. I just, I don't know. But I'll share with you what I'm thinking if I get an email from the people. I mean, I'm bored. So today, this post is going to be pretty short.

I went outside and played a bit. I got my camera and recording stuff, looking for inspiration but found nothing. Then my mom came out to push Baby on the swings. When she wanted to sit down, I ran inside and grabbed a blanket from the car so she didn't have to sit on the grass. It was a nice day and my dad was making ribs.

When everyone got thirsty, I ran inside again and got some juice. Not just any old juice. Tropical Morning Juice. Its like the sun rising in your mouth. Pretty incredible, right! When we were all done, I ran inside again and threw their trash way.

Once my mom got bored she went inside. After about 5 minutes of her leaving, I went on the porch with her so I could talk with mom and dad.

After so, we all went inside and ate some AWESOME ribs. Then, we laid around. And I ended up on the computer writing to you.

Jay

Email. Me. Bored. Going. To. Die. Look. At. Cat. Pictures.

Bowling Balls

I have been writing this story. The story I'm calling Tours (for now), is based on this dream I had that was a bit scary but also fun to see in my head. So I decided to put what I saw on paper. But, of course, my dream and my head just didn't agree with each other so the plot sort of changed.But I still think it's going to be pretty good. When I'm finally done, I'm going to post it in the Stories tab.

Today I went bowling with my family and Tiny's best friend, Little Artist (Artist for short). We went down to the bowling alley, and my mom went to get shoes. When she asked what size, I said four in a half because, my slip-ons were a bit small but a four. She decided to get me a four. I was pleading, and I mean pleading for her to get me a four in a half. When she brought them over, I put them on. And I'll admit that it was just a bit too tight.

When we started bowling, I was terrible. I kinda thought I would be good because I play on the wii. But I guess that's not very good practice! After a while, I just bowled. I didn't care how the other girl in the next row bowled because...well, i didn't care. It wasn't like I was going to make it my life's profession. I was just there to do it for fun. And it was extremely fun, actually.

When we were done, my mom won. My dad and her were being heating up the competition. And it was kind of fun watching them compete against each other. Anyway, when we got home we had pizza. Now I'm stuffed and sleepy.

I wanted to tell you guys that I wanted to do something to the website's design. But I don't know what I should do. As the background picture, that is. Because after I find the background picture, I can handle everything else. So, I picked out three backgrounds for you people to vote on. I'm sure that H would like to be in on it so she can just add more pictures.

And I was reading one of her post that she hasn't published yet, but I thought I would tell you guys, I agree with her. You need to email. If you want any contest or more pictures, videos, stories or anything such as that, I better get some mail on my computer...like...soon. Not that I'm mad, just give us some ideas.

Jay

P.s. The 2nd and 3rd backgrounds will not come up but you know the order: The top is the first choice, the middle on is the 2nd choice, and the last one is the 3rd choice. The poll is on the left side of the       blog post. Check out my story, coming at the end of this week or next week. And EMAIL US!

(shirts are coming soon). And guess what! We have had almost 1,000 views!

The Beach

Dear people's faces I shall call my diary,

I feel like I'm seriously being avoided. For some reason H will not email me!! And other people will not text me. And I'm just sitting there on my bed thinking, is it because I'm popular? Just kidding. I think it's because I haven't been able to talk to them myself because my stupid kindle wasn't connecting to the internet. It was frustrating! Sometimes, I hate my kindle. And its kind of hard to actually hate a Kindle Fire.

So, today, I went to the beach. But let's start with last night. Last night, me and Tiny watched "The Haunted Mansion" with Eddie Murphy. I love that movie so much. But I realized that the movie was PG-13. I had always thought it was rated G because it just seemed family friendly (except for the occasion cursing and smooching). I always didn't know that it was a comedy. You see, I forget when it came out but I know I was small and very scared of zombies and ghosts attacking me in the middle of the night. So, I just thought it was kid scary when I first started watching it last night. Until I looked at the information.

Then I woke up the next day in my bed. My sister was sitting in my spinning chair, just sitting there...spinning. And watching me sleep. Which creeped me out so I told her to get her behind out of my room. That's when my mom asked us if we wanted to go to the beach. And everyone knows the answer to that question.

Before we got in the car,Tiny asked if she could bring her DS, but my dad said no because we were going to the beach. But I want to ask every other kid out there with anything from a book to a little tv to an ipad. Don't you think it's smart to bring something to entertain yourself in the car especially if the ride is very long? It just makes sense to me. But I didn't argue. Just brought a book and watch.

We were at the beach for a good 2 hours. I was boogie boarding and building little holes for Baby to stick her feet in. Then we left right before the big crowd came. We washed the sand off and left. Then came home and sat around.

When we got home, Tiny and Baby and me were hungry. So that's when the two of them had a little fight.

Jay

The Pier

Dear people's faces I shall call my diary,

I have finally decided on a summer learning plan. Now, I have said before that I am a nerd and even a dork at times (but a smart dork at that), but I still love to learn different things despite anything anyone says. But, what does that have to do with anything?

This is Baby (Not really!)

Today my family went down to this pier and park that is under the bridge that goes to James Island (I think). If that's not the right place, don't blame me. Half the time I have no clue where I am. But anyway, we all went down to the pier and showed my dad the river because he has never been to the pier, even though he always passes it. Once we walked to the end and back, my mom went into the cafe to get some information about when they had movies. The river wind hit my face so hard, I could barely hear my dad say "Start walking toward the park, children."

He refers to us by children because...well, I don't know. Maybe because we're his children. Makes sense! So, me and my sister, Tiny Dancer (Tiny for short), walked real fast to the park. Once we got inside, we both realized we forgot about dad and Baby, my other little sister, behind us. I turned around and saw them running around in the grass.

Tiny and me went into the park and ran straight to this thing were you get sick from spinning so fast. Tiny got to it first, of course. So I had to spin her around, and around, and around. And all she did was scream, and scream, and scream. She laughed her head off, spinning on that thing! And finally I wanted to get on, so I ran to another one. But when I got on, I felt kinda weird. Like I shouldn't be on here. It was like all the adults were staring at me, the only twelve year old there. So I called Tiny over so she could keep me company, and the eyes suddenly shifted over to some other "too old for this park" kid.

When Baby was done playing after half an hour or so, we left to go eat at this taco place. And it was delicious. The only bad thing was that I had on a sleeveless shirt, and it was freezing in that place. I was literally frozen to the seat, and shaking. Maybe it was all of the cold the Dr. Pepper. The world may never know.

Today may seem a bit boring (even though it was boring now that I get to thinking about it), but it was fun. It was simple yet effective, I finally got to get out of the stinken house!

Jay