Dear Diary- It's All Just a Dream.

Dear Diary- It's All Just a Dream.

Tony's Diary Entry-Keep Out!

Name: Tony Jamses

Fave Ouote: 'It's all Just a Dream'

Best Friend: Isabel

Future Plans: ....

Dear Diary, Sunday,

The day that always messes up things. Espesillay in April. Mom was thinking so hard about her new job as a preschool manager, we got a burnt dinner. Dad made a long speech that took three hours about family pride because his sister-in-law always has arguments with him. Mom wasn't listening. Busy with new job. I was so sure Dad will make a big deal out of Aunt Clara. Black, my cat, chased a German Shepard around the street. I have lost him for his mid-afternoon snack but then I found him in a tree, stuck. It took me one hour to get him out of there. I threw something at him. A ball. His disliked brown, pretty ball. My annoying neighbor, Gwendolyn says I should treat pets with respect. But they don't treat you with respect, I said.Then she did that hair-flick thing that boys like so much. Gwendolyn has two pet cats. A pretty pursian and a brown cat. They're called Beauty and Belle. Her pets are fabulous. They don't do anything wrong to Gwendolyn. But I bet she treats them like dirt. Mom invited her for afternoon tea tomorrow. Gwendolyn will be happy. My family adores dirt.

Dear Diary, Monday,

As you know, Black peed on my bedsheets and rug this morning. And it smells like perfume. The one that stinks. I wasn't going to clean it up yet... I peered to Gwendolyn's window a meter away. She was feeding her princesses cat food and patting them. She was already dressed and hair-combed well.Oh well. I was hoping her stupid cats will pee on her head or on her breakfast plate.No. They didn't. Maybe I should make a list of questions to ask her. It'll help me with Black at tea.

When I walked to school, Gwendolyn was there a few center meters away. She had her gold hair out neatly put with gel, and she was wearing a pink skirt and pink matching jumper and headband. She ignored me completely.I walked faster and faster to get her attention. But- horror, I wasn't watching where I was going, because I was watching Gwendolyn. I tripped over a stone and fell flat on my face.

" Tough luck, Clumsy Wumsy. Watch where you are going. See you at tea." said Gwendolyn. I wanted to kill her. My name wasn't Clumsy- or whatever she called me it!

She goes to an expensive middle school at Howen Park. It's perfect there. There's even a swimming pool. At school, Isabel said that she wanted to learn French. She'll be number one as she always wants to be. She was average for now. Soon she'll be above average, because she will take French Lessons next week on Saturday. Her tutor is called Man'er Coltee'. But Isabel decided to him Man. Since he was a man. She also wants to beat the brain-sucking populars. Espesillay Lisa. She takes French and Italian and Spanish. The populars hate me because I'm average. No. I am sure I'm below average. Everything is better than this. During CPR Class, Ms Fringe (That's her last name . It matches her look. Brown thick fringe.) said that breathing in and out of your mouth when you exhale. It's good for your health. But I say without the mouth, thanks. I can't wait till tea.

Today at tea, Gwendolyn just walked in like it was no big deal. I put my foot out so she can trip. It was payback time. But instead she walked to the other side. What a chick! Then we all sat together on a nice set up green table with teacups and kettle. Gwendolyn sat and she thanked Mom for her tea in MY lucky china cup!!! I can't believe Mom will do that! Now Gwendolyn is going to get the luck!!!! Gwendolyn explained that her best friend,Quaver, got suspend from school. Though she tried to say it posh in a kind of way, though her voice was like crying. Then I ask her a list of questions.

1. How do you get your pet to listen to you.

2.How do you get them to NOT PEE ON THE RUG?????

3.How do you never lose them.

4- 

But she stopped me all a sudden. She said she didn't want me to speak. I felt crushed. What a meanie!  Does her school teach her manners in firm-mind?

Dear Diary, Tuesday,

Nothing ever happened today. Same thing. Gwendolyn can't go to school because she was so sick. Throwing up. Her Mom asked my Mom for some Ultra-Cleverly-Well-Cough\Vomit-Healthy-Always-Work- medicine. Mom said a cup. Her Mom said the whole bottle. She gave Mom a pen that is wasted in return. What a gambler! Behind the scenes, Black got lost again!!! But I found him down the street, chasing a bulldog.

How am I going to work in life????? Black never stopped- Omg! Beauty and Belle! Gwen's cats!!! In danger! I ran over- suddenly, me and Black were being chased by cats and a bulldog! How did I get myself in this mess? WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!!!

HELP!!! I'M TRAPPED IN SOME PROBLEM WORLD!!!! SOS!!!!

Dear Diary... Things Never Change!

Dear Diary... Things Never Change!

Tony's Diary Entry!!!

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Name:Tony Jamses ( Pronoced as Jame-es)

School:Macdala Middle School.

Best Friend: Isabel

Eye Color: The darkest green you can think of.

Hair Color: Chicken roasted Brown.

Pet: Black (He's a cat who is black.)

Dear Diary, Sunday,

I was playing on the computer emailing Isabel. But my computer went all fuzzy. And it said I got a virus on my computer. It's hardly my fault! Right now, in the USA,New York, viruses can pop up like ghosts spooking people. I wouldn't blink an eye lid. And there's other trouble too in eletronical things, Black, my black cat after the virus, jumped on the keyboard from nowhere and, throughly,broke several keys. I blamed it on him. But Dad blamed me for not looking for virus signs properly, Mom blames Black for jumping on keyboards like viruses pop up on computer screens. And one more bad thing happened, when I opened the cupboard to get a pair of scissors, a mysterious beetle jumped from the cupboard like Black and viruses. I screamed like a crow. What could possibly go wrong now? Uh-huh. Yep. Something did. Isabel rang me up and exclaimed that she has a virus on her laptop as well. I said I have one too. Isabel did sympathy. This was a sign that she is not guilty. Plus my big toes don't hurt. They're worrying. (At night, Tony was worrying about a lot of things. She lay in her bed thinking about night bugs, suddenly jumping on her bed screaming her to death, virus dreams like suddenly she turned to a computer having a virus and Black. Though she had dreamt that she had turn to a computer and died to virus death.)

Dear Diary, Monday,

Bad, bad news! The whole school has got computer virus!!! Even Mr Gagg, who is a as dull as ditchwater, the principle, getting all mad and fed up. He rang the police and told them it.Now Isabel's brother's were in complete rage. Isabel's Mom didn't even let them go to school!! She just left the door open and quietly slipped out for work. Isabel said that her brothers were so mad that they broke the computer into bits.I could image them snapping cords in their teeth and smashing keyboards and things.It was a funny thought but also scary as fighting dogs.The police said that someone in this middle school- DID THE VIRUS!!!!!!!!!

I was so shocked. Isabel did cheat a few times and make pranks with her brothers, but she was looking really upset about her computer. Though I was annoyed. Really annoyed. Usually March is a good month for me, but it isn't happening! In class something bad happened too. Miss Perfect Girl, Ashley, with blonde hair and tanned legs, were selling Love Poems to everyone for five dollars. She made $66.20c. Ha! What a rip off! I bought one with my allowance. It said:

Your smile is charming,

You will sing alarming,

Perfect baby,

Just maybe...

It stopped there. Seriously,it was dumb! It was a totally stupid idea to sell Love Poems when you're mean, and have serious viruses around school! But I'd totally doubt that it'll be Ashley. Though she is a fashion freak, not computer freak. I looked around to see who might do it. Random? No he was rock freak- not computer and not evil, but a bit vile I might say.Casey? Maybe...     Yes....no...yes....Oh for crying out loud! No! She was too nice and hated computers.And I swear she never been on one, even for projects, she'll use books.Tom and Tim? No. They are twins and nerds with their glasses and ginger hair. I suppose it might be them...no. Dosent sound right either. Suddenly the PI system begin to say, " The virus person is someone from Year Six. Police do not know who..." All the pupils freeze in tracks. Someone mumble something. Then another...then another.... Then it went louder in normal volume. Sixth Grade was my grade. Maybe it'll be easy because I know everyone in Sixth Grade. I know their dislikes and likes.

Dear Diary, Tuesday,

Isabel slept over last night. She said that it was really Polly Grondon who made the virus. And Isabel said she wanted to rip Polly up. I said it can't be. Polly never really says a word on anyone. She is shy and quiet all the time. She hangs with her sister, Poolly on the Year Eighth playground. But Isabel said that it must be because quiet people are naughty mostly and they act innocent and all. I thought about it. Polly acting innocent and shy? Seems like a alligator catching it's prey.I still think it is Kriven Macaroni. I was sure of it. He loves viruses, so I'm pretty sure it was him. When I asked him yesterday, he said, " I swear to God," And he mades the sign of the cross. Even though he loves viruses, he is still holy. But I still think it's him. Every time our computer's has viruses, he yells, " Cool!!!" And I didn't stop buying those Love Poems from Ashley,

Your heart and soul,

You mart and mule,

You'll soon be mine,

But now I grime

What an idiot, I should say.

Dear Diary, Wednesday,

I am so sick of this virus thing spreading on to the whole school! Someone is guilty. I just don't know who.And I want to download a really cool song from Radio 6. It's called 'Life Rolls' by Adam Hinterland. But I can only do this by computer. Things never changes in life. But it's right- Life does roll on like bread rolls rolling down the street and when the virus comes-BANG! A big truck crashes it. That's what I feel like now. Totally stupid and unknown to figure this out.

Today in Art, we drawn computers and laptops and TV's and everything eletronical. But Miss Artic was pretty sad because we can't use the computers to search up infomation on Vincent Van Gogh - a famous artist. And the computers were pretty important because I didn't know much as Vincent Van Gog- or whatever his name was! Though Miss Artic blames me because she used to teach me about him in Kindy. I really had forgotten if Vincent was a he or she. I remembered he/she was a famous artist, had brown/black/blonde/gold hair...also he had a wife ( maybe) 3/4/1/2/5/6/7/8/9/0 children and - oh! never mind! So I had gotten a 'Dt' ( D Plus) for art this week.

My feelings were all on the virus. One day, I am going to find out- I AM!! I don't care if Mom and Dad thinks I'm too YOUNG!!! They know nothing!! They don't know when or where- BUT I AM FINDING OUT- I AM!!!!

Dear Diary, Thursday,

Have a sore throat from yelling, " I CAN FIGURE IT OUT! THIS PERSON IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!" Red nose from crying all day, red eye's from tears and embaressment. No help from my best bud, Isabel. I called her and she said, " I know how you feel I just want you to know how I feel," Which is a pretty ridiculous thing to say because I all ready know how she feels, I just want to stop the virus.Knowing Isabel, she is crying to because her brothers eletronicaled her computer and the whole house light, but the house lights are going to get fixed but the computer, no comment.

I explained to her I wanted to find out- not feel out. She says , " But I feel sad, you know? Please. You have to feel what I feel- Not angry," Which is pretty dumb as the first sentence she'd said. No. No. No. No.

Dear Diary, Friday,

Yes!Yes! Yes! A clue- No better than a clue! Better than ice-cream and lolly pops! I found out that.... Mr Devan did the virus. He said it was an accident. But I don't think so. So he was charge by the police.Which makes me a heroine!!! Horray!

(It all started when Tony was searching inside her locker for her History Book. She saw a note between two books. It was in mistily aqua envelope. She opened it. It read-, Kriven you are my favorite pupil- I'll tell ya a secret- I did the virus! How cool?! But don't tell- Promise. Once Tony finished reading the note she yelled, " No way!" Very loud along the corridor. ( Almost too loud) Then she understood everything. Mr Devon was a PE teacher. He couldn't have done it! But he did. And Kriven's locker was next to hers. So she told the principle and soon the whole school knew. Everyone clapped and cheered but 'booed' on to Mr Devon. He was so rude of viruses!  He was charged with police. He kept telling everyone that it was a mistake- Lucky for me- no one believed him-Espesillay Isabel and Tony- They were mad- so was the principle. 

and that made Tony a heroine of Mandala Middle school! )

The End,

What one that lies, the one that is guilty,

Tony.

 

The Anlies

Dear Diary...

(Don't be fooled- this is a made-up story.)

Dear Diary,Sunday

Is there something wrong with school bell ringings? Does it have to be in a important breeze? Ha! Did you know Ashley Swearts is going to change the school ringing?! It's so unfair!Does it still mean she's popular, Diary? She got kicked out of the popular group last year near the Christmas Show because she did some stupid Barbie Dance when it was 'Jingle Bells' Come to think of it, Lisa Matt who is the captain of Popularity . She made kicked Ashley out. Anyways, the school President, is voted for Ashley. I may have a slight feeling that more people voted for Ashley than my best friend, Isabel.Who knows? Further more, Isabel says this is a DREAM for her to be chosen! But if Ashley gets chosen, she'll promise to change bell ringings. Dumb, huh?

It's now mid-term. It's time for the whole school to chose a bunch of stuff. ( I should say pack of stuff, than bunch- It's not grapes- right?) Like, Class President, Who's the Most Popular of the Populars, Who is the most smartest, creative,reliable....

Last year I always win the creative one because I just am. Isabel was the most reliable one and Lisa from the Populars were chosen. I shouldn't say they're popular. They're Knowables. OK, it's not a word, I know, so slam those dictionary's down! Isabel hates to be reliable. So you have to dream BIG GIRL!

Dear Diary, Monday

Isabel slept over last night and made her speech for Class Captain. She said, "If this doesn't work to convince people, I guess I have to change their votes and cheat," 

I didn't think Isabel would cheat, but it was worth a shot. The speech was boring too:

"Card One: Me Isabel, will guide you through your way. Bring our school to (sigh) victory. Together we are 10000000,000 we will (yawn) put together.... (then she sleep standing up)" Throughly, it was kinda stupid. Did she take her medication for sleep?No I guess not.Then I woke her up and told her it was time to go to sleep, she said, "Tony give me a..."......

At bedtime, I told her the speech wasn't going to work. So her last hope was to cheat. Mm-mm- CHEAT. Though I love to see. Isabel has older brothers that are stronger and meaner. They could go off and plan.Daniel, for example, can break a gorillas knuckles. And Henry and Claw, have wild strength that can kick ,punch or pinch. I rather be tied to a tree from great height and be peed from birds stinky poop, than spend the night with them.

Dear Diary, Tuesday,

Mrs Birdo explained that the bullets will get sent into the office and the votes are for today. I hope I'm creative enough to be chosen again. When Isabel heard it was today-votes, she crackled with glee. She was up to something. I can tell. In the cafertiria, me and Isabel were eating what we were served- boiled egg and chicken loaves. Then Lisa, got up from the Knowables table and horror! She came next to me and Isabel! Isabel did a evil grin. Yup-she was up to something. Then Lisa told us that she quit the Pops group and out! She says she'll dye her hair brown and never return since her Mom got new work from the office. Isabel seemed happy. Why wasn't I? She's still mean! After school, Isabel went to the office and said she'll want a box of the bullet votes. I asked her why she wanted such thing. She said she wanted to count in for Lisa. Hah! Since is she Lisa's friend or something? NO WAY IT CAN'T BE! I feel like in a world and everything-FLIPPED! I decided to spy on Isabel's expressions for the rest of the day. Nope- nothing changed.She's good man! Her body is hiding things. I can feel it in my toe nails.

Dear Diary, Wednesday,

Tonight Isabel slept over my house. She didn't want to make any prank calls or play games or pillow fight. She was just sitting on the carpet and counting the bullets with a eletronical organizer and calculator. She stayed up till 1:30am for doing those things. The next morning which is today, I found her sitting on the bed and starring outside the window. I asked her how things went with the bullets and she said she'll need to sleep over tomorrow night because there were a few things she didn't understand. Isabel was hiding something. My toe nails hurt.Then she packed her stuff up and raced home before I could blink. At school, Lisa joined us for lunch too. She also was hiding something. My toe nails 2 times hurt more than anything. Was my BFF a backstabber and my enemy a sweetie and hiding something? 

Today also, Ashley, Melanie,Toddie,Sandy and Lindy said to me (They are the Knowables) "Your hairs so great!" then walked away. Huh? They are good actors- I'll give them that.There is no way they could bond with me- NO WAY!!! I have to be in a dream-I have got to be! For starters, Isabel is hiding something from me, two, the pops are onto me, three, I have to be extra careful that I don't bond with Lisa. It all mixed up like fruit saled to Lying! 

Dear Diary, Thursday,

I asked Isabel what's wrong not to sleep over next week. She said she can't wait that long because the bullets need the computer and her computer is hogged by her brothers from punching her. So last night, she said never open the study door because she had to do her homework and before I could answer, she shut the door in my face.

So I never knew what she was planning.

The next morning (Friday), she told me her evil plan payback, 

"I nicked the bullets from the office because Lady Helen said no," she said. I nodded. I sounded to make sense.

" Then I took them to your house to get ready. So I changed the bullets from the schools website. So now, today, I am going to return the boxes of bullets and I'm the SMARTEST, your the CREATIVE, Bec is going to be the Pops," 

My jaw dropped. Bec? But Isabel told me that Becs Aunt past away, so this will cheer her up. So I guess my big toe dosent hurt now. Horray!

The Anlies

The Anlies No.2

Chapter One.

No more money.

Anna grinned as she flew over to the groceries shop to buy a certain amount of vegetables- corn, tomatoes, carrots, peas and radidash over Sarifly Town. The store was still open. That was good. She didn't want her Aunt Rita getting super mad. 

" $9.50c please," said the shop keeper, scanning the whole bunch of food. Anna took $1.20c out of her pocket dress. Now where are the rest of the money? she thought rummaging through her pocket. No. She didn't have any $8.30c.

" Um. Excuse me?" asked Anna shyly. " I don't have that much to buy." The keeper frowned. " Then you must return the carrots and peas." he said. Anna gulped. This was not going good. When she flew back to her house, she kept gulping a million gulps. She remembered she had $10.50c in her saved up pocket money. 

Chapter Two.

Where is all that Money?

" Are you sure you didn't drop any money?" asked Aunt Rita, checking in Anna's wardrobe in dresses and skirts.

" Positive," answered Anna, sitting on her bed. " But I did fly quite carefully, and I checked my money before I went to the store," Aunt Rita snickered.

" You know this is very serious, Anna. Look around you,

everything is money. Even your toys are money." explained Aunt Rita. Anna nodded. She'd knew it was quite true. Then Aunt Rita lefted Anna in her room to telephone some people. Anna sighed. She worked so hard for that money. Walking dogs... Washing clothes...Lawn moaning...

Suddenly, Anna's phone rang in a loud breeze. It was a message from her best Anlies mate, Emily.

" Hi, Anna. Listen, I want you to meet Pam Ranmond!

She's a fabulous girl that is the champion of all Flyathon  members! She's coming for tea at your house, I spoke to your Mom and Dad and your Aunt! Exciting or what? Call me soon!"

Beep!

The message was off. Anna sighed. Losing her own money was way important than a Flyathon. No, it wasn't.

Chapter Three.

The Race.

Pam was fabulous! She had pink hair to her shoulders. A great top from expensive malls and a pink skirt. Most of all, she had hoop earrings and chunky bracelets!

Anna thought if maybe Pam was a model, too.

" I am a flyer, really. But I sudsed my skills each day. When you fly you lose energy. But I don't. Oh, and I'm rich, you understand. I have $50.00c in my pocket money," explained Pam. Anna put her glass of tea down. " How much did you-" Anna was about to ask a question, but Pam continued.  " I have adorable shoes to make me win all the time..." But Anna didn't listen. She glanced to her best friend and Aunt Rita. They looked very interested. And Emily didn't make and face-Anlies-signs to her. Finally it was a last sentence.

" Let's have a race to test your skills," Anna's jaw dropped. " A race?" repeated Anna, half-heartily.

Emily grinned. " Come on, Anna, It'll be fun! It's just one kilometer!" protested Emily, flying to side to side.

Despite in Emily's reaction, she was glad.

I am sure Anna's going to get over it,Thought Emily, stretching with Pam. But it wasn't long before she didn't.

Chapter Four.

So What?

Emily lined up in the starting line next to Anna. But she didn't look at Anna. She was too busy with Pam about flying. Then Pam gave Emily a nod. It meant Emily can get a head-start to fly for one minute. She hoped Anna understood that head-start wasn't for her. Then Emily flew as fast as she can. Anna started flying too. 

Woo Woo! Pam blew her whistle.

" Anna! This is a head start for Emily first!" yelled Pam.

Emily saw Anna gave a confused look and walked back to her house instead of flying. Emily's heart sunk. What was this all about? Wasn't it Anna's fault for taking false starts? Or was it Pam's fault for not telling?

Pam rolled her eyes. Emily thought she'd saw Anna looking hurt. " Alright, we'll practice tomorrow, without your silly old friend. I'll call you tonight. OK?" said Pam and flew off. Emily didn't say anything. She just stood on the lawn, under the night sky. She looked up. MoonJeff wasn't there. He was probably shining in a different state. Then she remembered that it was her turn to sleep over at Anna's today.

Chapter Five.

Are You Alright?

Emily quietly opened Anna's bed room door. Anna was in the bottom bunk bed, reading with a Flash Light.

When she saw Emily she frowned and kept reading and didn't say anything. Emily cleared her throat.

" Um. Anna? Are you all right?" she asked. Suddenly, the whole house turned to rage.

" What do you think!" yelled Anna. " What do you expect?You're suppose to be my best friend!" Emily was so shocked. It was the loudest and angriest that Anna ever screamed." Girls! What's all that yelling?" called Aunt Rita from the TV Room. Emily's eyes filled with tears. A tear rolled down her cheek. She spoke very softly. " What do you mean? I am your best friend,"

" Ha!" cried Anna. "Then why do you ever speak to me when Pam was here! Why didn't you tell me that there was a head start?! Why didn't you stand up to me when I was about to say something to Pam?! Huh? Some friend that'll be!" Before Emily could speak, Aunt Rita burst in the room. " Girls? Why aren't you two sleeping?" asked Aunt Rita. The crickets chirped and it was silent. " Ok, girls, Emily, I'm going to give you a lift home with my Flybike. Come on. You can sleep over tomorrow night..."

Chapter Six.

Explanation

The next morning, Anna didn't sleep well. She didn't think that The Anlies will not exist if Anna and Emily will ever be pals anymore. On the other hand, she knew that she was a little rough with Emily last night. Just then the door-bell rang. It was Emily. Anna wasn't sure that she was ready to speak with Emily anymore.

" Anna," she started. " I just want you to know that me and Pam broke up as friends," Anna shrugged. She didn't care. " And I am sorry if I have been ignoring you. Can we be friends again?"

" Yes. So there's still Anlies?" 

Emily smiled. " Of course!"

" Anna!" called Anna's Mom. " I found your money in the bathroom toot." Anna grinned.

She felt so good to be back.