CHAPTER 1. The mysterious colourful thing.

The sparkly blue curtains lumintaed in the dark night. The little girl heard the blue material shaking about hense the open window and woke up. She hopped out of her bed and walked to the see through wall. She shut it hard, to try to wake up someone in the house who was snoring. This little girl was a thin girl. A pale girl. Who wore pink nighties and wore dresses with a teddy sewed on the side. She held this teddy for comfort. His name was Henry. Henry maintained extremely warm fur under his blue knitted jersey from the tiny hand that held him tight. This was only a small teddy.

Suddenly, the snoring stopped. Lucy saw a huge figure walk to her from inside the house.
"Grandpa!" she shouted.
"Morning, pumpkin head," Grandpa replied.

Lucy was carried to the rocking chair in her Grandparent's lounge. Lucy's Grandma walked into the room with a dark blue cup filled with her famous hot chocolate. Whenever Lucy's Grandma brought in hot chocolate, she would yell out 'choc's hot!'. Meaning ''the' choc is hot'.

Grandma had always wanted to open up a little cafe, since she retired, right in the middle of the kitchen and lounge. With some space and privacy for the rest of the family. She could make the best apple pies, chocolate pudding, chocolatey drinks, coffee, and all in record time. Lucy sipped the hot chocolate. Right after the first sip, Lucy would say, 'can't stop'. So whenever Lucy stayed at her Grandparents house, the little poem would go through the house, making it cosy. 'Choc's hot. Can't stop!'.

'Lucy. Run upstairs and get your things. Your parents'll be here in 10 minutes.' Lucy always kept her clothes here, so she had a double closet. Her clothes here, and her clothes at Kinderberry Place. - Her 'other' home. Her 'other' home felt extremely homey, but she loved when she came to Chochot Place. This, Lucy found amazing. She had the little poem, 'Choc's hot! Can't stop!' and her Grandparent's road was Chochot. Lucy always pretended that it was 'Choc hot'.

Lucy packed her things and closed the window, - again. There must have been a strong wind or something that picked the window up. She heard something buzzing outside bthe window. It hadn't been the usual cricket or ladybug that was usually there. It had bright green and purple wings. Lucy heard the doorbell go. It was a hum. Doo, do do do, do doo, do dooo. "Dad!" Lucy's mom called. Her mom had a sweet voice that always cheered her up and made her feel happy. Lucy ran downstairs and jumped into her mom's stomach.
"Ooohhh!" Lucy mom shrieked. Her name was Lily. Lucy thought everything about her mom was sweet. She smelt sweet. She looked pretty and sweet. She sounded sweet. She was sweet. Lucy also heard the sound of her Dad. Her Dad's voice was a fun sounding, calm voice. He was a fun guy. Funny too. His name was David. Her dad grabbed Lucy's bags and shoved them in the back of the car.
"Hello, sweety-pie!" he said.
"Hi, Daddy!"

Lucy's parents and her Grandparents always stayed and talked for a while. They had a cup of tea or coffee and a slice of something nice. So Lucy always knew she had about 20 minutes more to play on the swing hanging on the tree outside or play with the soft pillow animals round the side of the bath. But today, Lucy ran back to her bedroom and looked out the window. She was searching for the mysterious bug. No purple or green to be found. This thing, to Lucy 'un-knowingness,' was sitting 2 feet tall behind a green bin on the grass next to the pavement. Lucy climbed out of the window and got her foot stuck on the lach. She scratched her ankle and scrieched 'ouch' very quietly. She wiped the blood away and licked the redness off her hand. She walked to the bathroom and pulled out 2 pieces of toilet paper, soaked it in cold water, and wiped it across her leg. Her Grandma had taught her how to do this. To be calm and keep the blood flowing normally and keep it cold. She always said to her little girl that she could be a doctor. Even though she puked at the sight of big amounts of blood and gross things.

Lucy went back to the bully window, climbed through and fell out the other end on to the grass. Lucy sat there for a while, peering the land for the bug. Then Lucy's mom walked out the front door and saw Lucy sitting on the grass. "What are you doing, ya silly little thing!?" she called.

CHAPTER 2. The show - off bug.

Cape Rianga

The Fake Traveller

CHAPTER ONE

I hate walking back from school now. My family's moved from my Rowerbridge cottage to a big fancy house in the suburbs. I hate the suberbs. What ever happend to my parents having a 'neat little cottage in a clean friendly environment' like they always said. Now I go to the same school instead of moving to one closer to our new home. It's not just the house that's changed though. School work seems to pile up on me. My friends think it's just like normal, but all the bad things away from school seem to make everything else worse. "Libby. Have you finished your homework?" Mum called.
"Yes. Can we go now?"
"Yes. Get in the car and get Sammy ready."

My sister Sammy comes to my hockey games on Thursdays. She thinks I'm really bad at hockey. I'm the best on my team. She thinks all the other girls are better because they touch the hockey ball the least and stay far away from the net the most. - Young people! She keeps me going. I wish I were her age. She gets to stay at home with mum at least three days a week. Colouring in her colouring book and watching a tape with a dancing penguin all day. Doing whatever she wants. Of course I don't want to watch a penguin spin 3 circles and jump once before yelling 'hey!' But I need a day off. I've been worked to the bone at school. Well, kind of. And the worst part is, my Mom and dad seem to be fighting a lot. I think they're going to get seperated.

"Of course we're not," my Mom would tell me. I managed to bring up the courage to talk to her about it and then she just lies in my face. After hockey, I ran up to the upstairs bathroom and had a shower. I came down with some sort of flu after running outside to say hi to my friend for half an hour, with wet hair. So I stayed at home the next day with Mom. I love being sick, no matter how painful it is. Because Mom always looks after me the way she did when I was a baby.

Dad came home late that night. I was already in bed by then. He came into my room anyway. "Good night sweet heart. Get some rest."
"Night." Dad's so nice to me. He treats me like a baby all the time. I can't wait until the baby comes. I loved looking after Sammy when she was a baby. - Of course, I never handled the diaper changes.

CHAPTER TWO

Well, I've still got my flu. I'll probably be staying at home on Monday. Yay! I went to get the post on Saturday afternoon and I picked up a letter from an overseas person. It read

Dear Libby Greenlane

We are delighted that you decided to join us at the Actors Tour around America. Would you please call us to give us your details and then we will arrange to meet somewhere to giveyou your tickets here. We will try to make your trip an all round success so we will start by making sure the tickets are first class tickets. Please call this number to finalise the details. +645933521689

Lawrence Hector

Um, they have my name, but I'm no actress. "Mom! I just got a letter for me saying this." Mom read it. She said 'wow'.
"I betta call them and tell them." Aaahhhh, mom always takes care of things for me. She called later that day. Only, they didn't seem to pass the message on to the mailing person, because I still got a letter from them the other day. It had been going on for a week.
"I'll call them again sweet heart, and after that we'll just ignore it."
But this call still didn't change anything. They must've wanted the person urgently because I'd received six letters in one week. I was reading an article in a magazine on shaving. I flippe dthe page and on the page it had the dates for Actors Tour around America. It was on the 16th of July. Seven days away. Wow.

Sammy caught my flu yesterday. She slept in my bed last night. Silly twat. Mom was out of the house all day today. She told me to take care of Sammy because she had a business trip to go on that she absolutely couldn't miss. This time, we got an e-mail from the Actors Tour thing. It had a link for more information, so I clicked on it.
The Actrors Tour around America for 2007 is going to be the biggest one yet. Each year we get more and more actors and we watch their careers turn into bigger careers. Incase you didn't know what the Actors Tour around America is, it is an event that we have every two years where all or most actors get together filming movies and clips to show what they've done and what they can do. The clips get shown at the THEATRES they're so big. The clips range from funny to sad and romantic.

To think I could have easily gone along with it! That night we went to Flappy's restaurant for families. I had a chicken burger with fries and a chocolate shake. I was so full. After that we went home and Sammy fell asleep on my lap. The seat belt looked to be strangling her. When we got home I went to my bedroom, read for a while and fell asleep with the book on my face. I awoke the next morning with print smelling scent. I had a shower (cause it is weekend) and walked downstairs. I sat on the couch and saw the phone machine saying that we have 1 unread message. After getting my milo cereal, I sat back on the couch and listened to the message.

"Hi this is Laurance Hector from the Actors Tour. If you don't want to or are unable to come to the Actors Tour, please call 645933521689. We need to discuss the trip as we leave in 6 days."

Suddenly I felt relieved or happy about somthing. But I don't know why. I know they must have the wrong person. Because I am not Libby Greenlane the actress that they mentioned in one of their e-mails. I'm Libby Greenlane the kid. Later that afternoon, mum went to the grocery store. It was raining so I stayed at home. Mum wouldn't let me risk having my flu up graded to something worse. Then dad said he was going to take Sammy to her soccer game. He was coaching too, so I would be all alone for an hour at least. I started tidying up. I wanted mum to feel like she didn't have to do anything. I don't want her to lift a finger, - that's after she packs away the groceries! Eventually the house was spotless. The laundry was done and the dishes were washed and packed away. All in less than an hour! I started to feel tired after that. I walked to the couch and I knocked something off the side table. It was a small piece of paper that had a number. That number looked extremely familiar. '645933521689.' It was the Actors Tour number! Why would it be on a piece of paper on the coffee table? Then a thought came into my head. What would be the harm in calling the man. He might be one of those silly types you get in the movies who don't wonder why a kid would be coming along instead of the person they wanted. In my rush of immaturity, I picked up the phone and dialled the number. The man said that he could come over in 15 minutes! I said ok!

When the man got here, I urged him in and said basically 'hand over the plane tickets!' He wondered why I looked so young and I almost caved in want of telling him how stupid he was for even thinking that. But, I went along with it. He said to be at the airport on Friday at 4:00pm!

Nessecary or Accessorie

Nessecary or accessorie? There seems to be a phase that kids go through every year at intermediates and colleges. Where kids start dying theri hair because 'that's what everyone else is doing', or make up's in on young faces. But really, why? Have we become so obsessed with what we thing people think of us? Of our looks. That behind the die and lies there's actually a very self conscious person, -'hiding?'.

We need to stop friends, family or people we care about from doing these things to hide or just to make impressions. We should be proud of what we are and look like. If you're the kind, that I'm talking about, then please, just talk to someone. Even if you feel un comfortable about talking about it, it's not weird. It's just you're feelings. It's really not embarrassing to talk about that kind of thing.

Remember, it will be better in the long run. So if there is something that you want sorted, or want to talk about, but you're afraid, -just do. It's better.

(By the way, even if you talk to me about it while you're commmenting. Tell me about it. Even if I can't help, IT will!)

All is fair in love and War!

A man gives a beautiful lady 10 roses. Nine real. One fake.
He says: 'I will love you till the last rose dies.'