Tales of Girls, Boys & Marsupials

What's up with the ':L' smiley?


If it's even a 'smiley'. It is supposedly the laughing smiley but personally I think it looks half-frowning. Like 'oh dear'. 




  Oh Borders! It's so sad. I got the rugrats movie and Wombats' album for £2.20 altogether. Oh, merlin is on....Better be off... back soon....

Uh

So I don't have anything to blog about. 

So this Wouldn't go Up on KW...

...So I'm putting up the next bitty of Spirit singer right here XP

All hell was revealed. Imogen stepped inside a large room with a low ceiling. At the opposite end there was a staircase, which lead up into what appeared to be an attic. Imogen caught sight of herself in a mirror. She saw an attractive, young woman, about twenty years of age. Imogen’s bushy red hair was replaced by a blond haircut, which cut off at her chin. Her face was dusted with flour and there were heavy bags underneath her eyes. She turned to face the anarchy. All the windows had been smashed in and glass coated the floor. On the left of the room a tall, young man with short, black hair was facing out of what would’ve been a window. He was stood by a grand piano was smashed and battered and cracked right down the middle. Lying across the destroyed remains of the piano was a large pile of something, and that something was burning.

“Oh, my Goddess!” shrieked Imogen involuntarily. She found herself moving closer and the young man swiveled on his heel. The right side of his face appeared burned and scorched. The left side was more or less unharmed. His eyes were a deep crimson and he was furious. His hands flickered with violet flames.

As Imogen approached the burning pile she suddenly realized that the pile was in fact a body. She raised her hands and water shot out of them extinguishing the blaze that was burning the body. The water then evaporated and the body dried. Imogen approached and brushed the long, silver hair from the body’s face. Imogen realized who it was instantly. Bathilda Wilbourne. Beside Bathilda lay the dead body of the white ferret Imogen had seen when she had tried to open the door to Bathilda’s tower. Imogen’s eyes narrowed and her eyes darted to the man.

“What have you done?” she wailed, her eyes blurred with tears. The man’s expression did not soften.

“Oh Cerys. I have done nothing, as far as anyone knows.”

His frown became a smirk. The man raised his hands. Imogen’s sobs grew louder and turned into bloodcurdling wails. The man began to laugh, louder and louder as flames overcame Imogen’s body. The light became unbearable and Imogen sat bolt upright in her bed.

Heyloo!

Hiya!

I'm Ellen. Here's some random information about me.

Age- 13

Birthday- 15th May

Location- Dundee, Scotland

Hair Colour- Blonde

Eye Colour- Hazel

Height- 5ft 3 ish

I love music. Seriously, if Music disappeared for whatever reason, I'd die,

I play the Piano and Oboe, and I'm trying to learn guitar.

I love-

Music

Friends

Family

Comedians

Harry Potter

The Interweb

Twitter

The House of Night Books

Psyches Garden

Unicorns

Digging For Baileys

Going to Concerts

Singing and Dancing

I hate-

The Cold

Bagpipes

Lady Gaga

X-Factor

Twilight Fan Girls

Scene Kids.

Akon

Seriously, Don't get me started on Scene kids. I could go on for days about how lame scene kids are. I'll write about it some other time.

Okeydokes

Byebye. :P