Thursday, July 17, 2014
Emma Jay's Birthday
I realized that somehow I forgot to post about Emma Jay's birthday. It was June 19th and I was busy because I was behind on school. But still. It was her birthday and now we share an age. Thankfully not for very long. I don't want to share an age with that. *gestures to Emma Jay* (Emma Jay: HEY!!!) Anyways she is now thriteen and officially a teenager. It shows. She doesn't act like the teenage girl stereotype, but she is mature enough to be a thirteen year old, I guess. She can be way more mature than me sometimes and other times not-so-much. I just wanted to give a shout-out to her because she's getting old. :-) Hahaha Hopefully I won't miss anyone else's birthdays. But that's all we can do, hope. Unless someone thinks about reminding me. That would be helpfull. Well, Happy Month-Past-Your-Birthday Emma Jay!!!
Elijah's Post
This is Elijah. I decided I wanted to write a post on the blog. So Ellie is letting me. But I don't know what to write about. OW!!! I just slid of the couch . . . twice. I like pretending to be gollum from lord of the rings even though I have never seen it. MY PRECIOUS!!! *cough cough* Gollum! I like the song Rock Monsters!! Aaaah aaah rock monster!! Shadoodleup ooooh shadoodleup oooh! Rooock Rooock ROCK MONSTER!!!! :) Ellie was writing evereything for me, but now it is me. So sup. I love watch Star Wars the clone wars. Ihave my own laptop. So about comenting, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! coment. *creepy voice* I SAID COMENT.
Stories
We come up with some pretty weird things to do, as you probably have figred out by now. But one thing we all love to do is make up stories. Most of the time it's inserting ourselves, slightly exagerated, into books, movies or T.V. shows we've watched. The Outsider stories thing I've been writing on here included. The main ones of us that do it are Emma Jay, Emma Kay and myself. Emma Jay and I will put the stories on paper or type them out. The other four, not so much. Most of the time we make our characters do stuff we wish we could do, like acrobatics. In these stories we change our names to things we like better. Though, not all of the time we like the names better, it could just be we wanted a different name. So I figure why not put them down. My name in the stories is Jordin, it used to be Makayla but i changed it. Emma Jay's name is Darrilynn, hers used to be Elisabeth Ashley Stewart/Ash. Emma Kay is Terissa. Riah is Nila, or in my Outsider story her name's is Esther, her name usually varies. Elijah is Peter, his name varies. And Sarah is Magic, but her name varies too. In all of our stories we can be really sarcastic (especially me) and we get in a lot of trouble but talk our way out of it. The stories are pretty fun to come up with. Each month we have our main thing we're stuck on. Like just a month or two ago we were stuck on Rise of the Guardians, How to Train Your Dragon, Brave and Tangled all at the same time!!! But that one lasted like 2-3 months instead of just one. Emma Jay and I have our own little one about Merlin, a show we watch that Sarah, Emma Kay and Elijah don't. And even though Riah watches Merlin she doesn't really participate in mine and Emma Jay's stories. So, yeah. This is another weird tidbit about the REEEES. Maybe Leah will join in it when she joins the REEEES. It's not official that she's in yet, not until Emma Kay get back from staying with my Nana at the coast. Then we'll tell Leah. Well, SEE YA PEEPS!!!
Outsiders Fanfiction Thingy
Here is the last bit of it for a little while. I will continue eventaully. Enjoy!
Terissa got out of her car then looked up at me. I’m 2 years older than her and like 5 inches taller and it drives her nuts. Mainly when I tease her about it.Terissa got out of her car then looked up at me. I’m 2 years older than her and like 5 inches taller and it drives her nuts. Mainly when I tease her about it.Terissa got out of her car then looked up at me. I’m 2 years older than her and like 5 inches taller and it drives her nuts. Mainly when I tease her about it.
“Did you get them?” I asked expectantly.
“Yes, but you have to share.” She said and handed me a box of doughnuts.
“I guess I can handle that.” I said as I looked down at the box in my hands.
She gave me the ‘mom’ look and said, “Jordin, that means they each get a whole doughnut, not just the crumbs at the bottom of the box.”
“Dang it!!!” I walked inside and tossed the box on the coffee table. While everyone got their doughnuts Terissa introduced herself. We all came here to meet Shayla, Abigail and Esther’s friends. By ‘we’ I mean Tee, Dee and I. That’s really fun to say. Abigail had heard something about the doughnuts so she came in from the kitchen. She has really pretty blonde hair that goes just below her shoulders. She’s 4 years younger than me, which makes her 14. Well, 13. Her birthday is coming up soon as is mine. She walked over and grabbed an apple fritter from the box, the last doughnut. I looked around; everybody had a doughnut except for me and Dee.
We both started to fake pout. Dee even pretended to be crying. Terissa looked at us and shook her head. “There’s another box in my car.” At that Dee and I shot out the door.
“I call the Apple Fritters!!!” Dee shouted
“Not if I get them first!!!” I yelled back.
I got to the car first. I flung open the door and grabbed the box from the passenger seat. Dee got to the car right after I ran towards the house again. She slammed the door shut and started after me again. We got in the house and I hid behind Hotshot. She ran around him and almost caught me. I finally gave up. I really wanted to eat doughnuts and that kinda hard when you’re running. I opened the box and gave Dee an apple fritter and took a maple bar for myself.
“Are they always like this?” Hotshot asked Shayla.
I answered for her, “No. Just Monday’s through Friday’s.”
“Oh, and weekends.” Dee chimed in.
“So, yes.” said Bleach.
“Pretty much.” I answered.
We sat there in silence for a moment. Sideburns was the one to break it. “Dee never finished our nicknames.”
Swirly added, “Yeah, she never got to Two-bit or Darry.”
I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Yeah, I can do that too. Dee explained, “Them.” And she pointed to Sideburns and Hotshot.
I sat upside-down in a wooden chair. “Simple,” I said, “Hotshot and Sideburns.”
“Hotshot?” Darry asked.
“You come up with dumb nicknames,” Bleach stated.
“Eh, I kinda like mine.” Sideburns said.
“Well, that makes one,” Skitz said.
“Alright, I came up with these in like 1.3 seconds each. Okay? I just needed something to call you guys since no one would tell me your names.”
“You could have asked,” Hotshot said.
“But then I couldn’t have come up with your wonderful nicknames.” I smirked.
Hotshot looked like he was about to say something but Shayla stopped him. “They’re not worth it. You’ll say something she’ll respond, then you’ll have some witty comeback and she’ll twist it. And you’ll only get more confused and frustrated. Trust me. This girl can talk her way out of anything.”
“That’s me in a nutshell,” I said, “Well not a nutshell exactly. That’d be pretty uncomfortable.” I smiled and got up from my chair.
“She can talk her way out of anything?” Swirly inquired disbelievingly.
Tee answered him. “Yup, anything. She once got a police officer to pay us $500 to let us go.”
Elfy looked thoughtful for a moment, which surprised me, and then he spoke. “I think we oughta keep her around. I might need her a lot.”
“I decided I want to know your actual names now . . . please,” I said. Then all of the guys said their names. Swirly was Steve, Sideburns was Keith or Two-bit, Elfy was Dallas, Hotshot was Darry, Bleach was Ponyboy, Skitz was Johnny and Goldilocks was Sodapop, or just Soda for short.
To be continued . . .
Terissa got out of her car then looked up at me. I’m 2 years older than her and like 5 inches taller and it drives her nuts. Mainly when I tease her about it.Terissa got out of her car then looked up at me. I’m 2 years older than her and like 5 inches taller and it drives her nuts. Mainly when I tease her about it.Terissa got out of her car then looked up at me. I’m 2 years older than her and like 5 inches taller and it drives her nuts. Mainly when I tease her about it.
“Did you get them?” I asked expectantly.
“Yes, but you have to share.” She said and handed me a box of doughnuts.
“I guess I can handle that.” I said as I looked down at the box in my hands.
She gave me the ‘mom’ look and said, “Jordin, that means they each get a whole doughnut, not just the crumbs at the bottom of the box.”
“Dang it!!!” I walked inside and tossed the box on the coffee table. While everyone got their doughnuts Terissa introduced herself. We all came here to meet Shayla, Abigail and Esther’s friends. By ‘we’ I mean Tee, Dee and I. That’s really fun to say. Abigail had heard something about the doughnuts so she came in from the kitchen. She has really pretty blonde hair that goes just below her shoulders. She’s 4 years younger than me, which makes her 14. Well, 13. Her birthday is coming up soon as is mine. She walked over and grabbed an apple fritter from the box, the last doughnut. I looked around; everybody had a doughnut except for me and Dee.
We both started to fake pout. Dee even pretended to be crying. Terissa looked at us and shook her head. “There’s another box in my car.” At that Dee and I shot out the door.
“I call the Apple Fritters!!!” Dee shouted
“Not if I get them first!!!” I yelled back.
I got to the car first. I flung open the door and grabbed the box from the passenger seat. Dee got to the car right after I ran towards the house again. She slammed the door shut and started after me again. We got in the house and I hid behind Hotshot. She ran around him and almost caught me. I finally gave up. I really wanted to eat doughnuts and that kinda hard when you’re running. I opened the box and gave Dee an apple fritter and took a maple bar for myself.
“Are they always like this?” Hotshot asked Shayla.
I answered for her, “No. Just Monday’s through Friday’s.”
“Oh, and weekends.” Dee chimed in.
“So, yes.” said Bleach.
“Pretty much.” I answered.
We sat there in silence for a moment. Sideburns was the one to break it. “Dee never finished our nicknames.”
Swirly added, “Yeah, she never got to Two-bit or Darry.”
I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Yeah, I can do that too. Dee explained, “Them.” And she pointed to Sideburns and Hotshot.
I sat upside-down in a wooden chair. “Simple,” I said, “Hotshot and Sideburns.”
“Hotshot?” Darry asked.
“You come up with dumb nicknames,” Bleach stated.
“Eh, I kinda like mine.” Sideburns said.
“Well, that makes one,” Skitz said.
“Alright, I came up with these in like 1.3 seconds each. Okay? I just needed something to call you guys since no one would tell me your names.”
“You could have asked,” Hotshot said.
“But then I couldn’t have come up with your wonderful nicknames.” I smirked.
Hotshot looked like he was about to say something but Shayla stopped him. “They’re not worth it. You’ll say something she’ll respond, then you’ll have some witty comeback and she’ll twist it. And you’ll only get more confused and frustrated. Trust me. This girl can talk her way out of anything.”
“That’s me in a nutshell,” I said, “Well not a nutshell exactly. That’d be pretty uncomfortable.” I smiled and got up from my chair.
“She can talk her way out of anything?” Swirly inquired disbelievingly.
Tee answered him. “Yup, anything. She once got a police officer to pay us $500 to let us go.”
Elfy looked thoughtful for a moment, which surprised me, and then he spoke. “I think we oughta keep her around. I might need her a lot.”
“I decided I want to know your actual names now . . . please,” I said. Then all of the guys said their names. Swirly was Steve, Sideburns was Keith or Two-bit, Elfy was Dallas, Hotshot was Darry, Bleach was Ponyboy, Skitz was Johnny and Goldilocks was Sodapop, or just Soda for short.
To be continued . . .
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Next Bit of the Outsiders Writing
Here is the next bit of the story i was telling you about. I realized that I forgot to mention who Abigail was. She is kind of based on Sarah. Well, enjoy!
I leaned over and whispered to Dee, “Man, there sure are a lot of guys here.”
She whispered back, “Yeah, we’re outnumbered.” Though she whispered everyone heard her. Dee cannot whisper quietly.
“Is that a bad thing,” asked ‘Hotshot’ who stopped leaning on the door way. At the same time Goldilocks and Sideburns both cocked an eyebrow.
I chuckled “Nah, I think I’d rather be in a room full of guys than a room full of girls.”
At this Elfy said ‘hmmm’ and somehow Sideburns raised his eyebrow higher. Maybe I should just call him eyebrows.
Dee practically shouted, “Not like that!”
“No, I meant that most girls are prissy, idiots while guys are just plain idiots. So I’d rather hang out with guys than girls.”
Sideburns/Eyebrows relaxed his eyebrow again. “Alright, then, you’re a prissy idiot too.”
I laughed, “Oh, no, honey. I ain’t no priss.”
Swirly raised both his eyebrows, “Honey?”
“I call everyone honey or hun at some point. Just get over it and move on.”
Goldilocks made himself look confused. “If you’re not a priss, then what are you?”
Dee chimed in before I could answer, “Insane, she’s insane.” She then gave me look like she had won. I thought, HA, hun you’re far from winning.
Then I said, “Exactly! Insane is a perfect way to put it.”
Shayla looked like she had had it. “You two knock it off already. Now go sit and be quiet.”
Dee and I both let out exasperated sighs and said, at the same time, “Fiiiiiiiiiiine” Then went and sat in the corner together. I started thinking about the people in the room and finalizing their nicknames. As you probably already guessed the guy with the dark gold hair was Goldilocks. The boy in the chair with the mean look on his face was Elfy. The guy with short hair that was standing in the doorway was Hotshot. The boy with the black hair that was sitting in the other chair with the nervous look was Skitz. The kid with the bleached hair was Bleach, mainly because I couldn’t come up with something better. And the boy on the couch next too Esther, with the sideburns that stood out was, well Sideburns . . . or Eyebrows. I still couldn’t decide that one, so I mentioned it to Dee.
“What are the other nicknames” she wondered. So, I relayed, while whispering, my thoughts to her. “Hmmmm,” She whispered back, quieter than normal, “I think I like Sideburns better.”
“That’s what I thought, but I still kinda liked the other one.”
Shayla looked over at us, as did the rest of the guys in the room. “What are you too whispering about over there?” Hotshot asked.
“Nicknames,” I said.
“For who?”
“You people.”
“Like what?” Sideburns questioned.
Before I could answer I heard a car outside. It sounded really familiar. Then it hit me. “TERISSA’S HERE!!!” I shouted. I started running towards the door. On my way out I said, “Dee can tell you the nicknames!!” I flew off of the steps and towards Terissa’s old beat up Mercedes and almost ran into the side of it.
To be continued . . .
I leaned over and whispered to Dee, “Man, there sure are a lot of guys here.”
She whispered back, “Yeah, we’re outnumbered.” Though she whispered everyone heard her. Dee cannot whisper quietly.
“Is that a bad thing,” asked ‘Hotshot’ who stopped leaning on the door way. At the same time Goldilocks and Sideburns both cocked an eyebrow.
I chuckled “Nah, I think I’d rather be in a room full of guys than a room full of girls.”
At this Elfy said ‘hmmm’ and somehow Sideburns raised his eyebrow higher. Maybe I should just call him eyebrows.
Dee practically shouted, “Not like that!”
“No, I meant that most girls are prissy, idiots while guys are just plain idiots. So I’d rather hang out with guys than girls.”
Sideburns/Eyebrows relaxed his eyebrow again. “Alright, then, you’re a prissy idiot too.”
I laughed, “Oh, no, honey. I ain’t no priss.”
Swirly raised both his eyebrows, “Honey?”
“I call everyone honey or hun at some point. Just get over it and move on.”
Goldilocks made himself look confused. “If you’re not a priss, then what are you?”
Dee chimed in before I could answer, “Insane, she’s insane.” She then gave me look like she had won. I thought, HA, hun you’re far from winning.
Then I said, “Exactly! Insane is a perfect way to put it.”
Shayla looked like she had had it. “You two knock it off already. Now go sit and be quiet.”
Dee and I both let out exasperated sighs and said, at the same time, “Fiiiiiiiiiiine” Then went and sat in the corner together. I started thinking about the people in the room and finalizing their nicknames. As you probably already guessed the guy with the dark gold hair was Goldilocks. The boy in the chair with the mean look on his face was Elfy. The guy with short hair that was standing in the doorway was Hotshot. The boy with the black hair that was sitting in the other chair with the nervous look was Skitz. The kid with the bleached hair was Bleach, mainly because I couldn’t come up with something better. And the boy on the couch next too Esther, with the sideburns that stood out was, well Sideburns . . . or Eyebrows. I still couldn’t decide that one, so I mentioned it to Dee.
“What are the other nicknames” she wondered. So, I relayed, while whispering, my thoughts to her. “Hmmmm,” She whispered back, quieter than normal, “I think I like Sideburns better.”
“That’s what I thought, but I still kinda liked the other one.”
Shayla looked over at us, as did the rest of the guys in the room. “What are you too whispering about over there?” Hotshot asked.
“Nicknames,” I said.
“For who?”
“You people.”
“Like what?” Sideburns questioned.
Before I could answer I heard a car outside. It sounded really familiar. Then it hit me. “TERISSA’S HERE!!!” I shouted. I started running towards the door. On my way out I said, “Dee can tell you the nicknames!!” I flew off of the steps and towards Terissa’s old beat up Mercedes and almost ran into the side of it.
To be continued . . .
Writing: Outsiders Fanfiction
The following is a fanfiction story i wrote about the Outsiders. A book I read for school. Before i let you read it i figure i should clear some things up. First all of the boys in the story so far are characters already from the book. Second the girls in it are, so far, all from my imagination. Well, sort of. They're based off of the REEEEs, and a bit exagerated. Jordin/Jay is me, Ellie. Darilynn/Dee is Emma Jay. Terissa/Tee is Emma Kay. Esther is Riah (she is one character that is more my imagination that reality. And Shayla is a figure of my imagnitation. But she is also sort of me when I am beign responsible. So, I'll add more as i write it. Enjoy!
I ran into the house, Dee still chasing me. I saw people sitting and standing in the room, but didn’t care. There! I thought. I went up a set of stairs to my left, landing on every other one. Turned left on the platform half way up and started going up the second set of stairs. I heard Dee running up the stairs right behind me. She wasn’t going to get her keys back. I jumped onto the rail, slid down right past her and then landed on my back with a thump. “Ow,” I said as I got up quickly and ran into the group of people. “JAY!!! GIVE THEM BACK, NOW!!!!” Dee shouted at me. And dark haired Shayla stepped in.
“What are you to arguing about now?”
“Well, you see-” I started, breathing heavily.
“She took my keys and won’t give them back!” Dee glared at me, puffing out breath.
“You girls are seventeen. And you need to start acting like it . . . Jay, give Dee back her keys.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not”
“She’s too . . . BLONDE” I smirked
Dee started after me again. “That’s it!” She shouted.
Shayla looked pretty upset at this point. “You two knock it off, right now!!!”
I flung my head back in an exasperated sigh. Then I handed Dee back her keys and started looking around. The room was small . . . ish. There was a T.V. along the wall near the door. The staircase was about 20 feet from the door and it was against a wall. This explained why it stopped at the corner and went to the left. Parallel to the bottom half of the stairs was a small table with some pictures on it. In the middle of the room was an old, oval-shaped rug with a coffee table in the middle of it. Along the long part of the rug was a sofa, with its back to a door way and parallel to the T.V., and two chairs on the ends of the rug.
Then I started to notice the people. In a chair farthest from the door, was a boy that you couldn’t really tell his age. He had super blonde hair so it was almost white, ears like a lynx, an elfish complexion and a mean, cold-hearted look to him. There were three people sitting on the sofa. One of them I already knew, she was sitting in the middle of the sofa. Her name is Esther James. She is almost 16 years old and part of my . . . well . . . group. She’s a rich kid, but ain’t too bad for being one. She has pretty dark brown curls at about shoulder length and always, I mean always, wears a skirt or a dress. At one end of the couch was a boy who looked to be eighteen or nineteen. He had rusty colored side-burns that stood out, with similar colored hair that had more brown in it. He was smiling, apparently for no reason. Next to him was another guy, he looked tall and lean, he had dark hair in really complicated swirls and he used a LOT of grease in it.
Leaning against the doorway behind the couch was another guy. He looked like he was 6 foot somethin’ and he had short hair, unlike most of the other guys in the room. Shayla saying something interrupted my thoughts, but I couldn’t understand her.
“Que,” I inquired
A boy in the corner with short, bleached hair replied. “Que? What does que mean?”
Dee, being Dee, answered, “It means ‘what’ in Spanish. She doesn’t know much English, so it’s easier for her to speak Spanish.”
Another boy, with black hair, in the other chair spoke up, “Why?”
“Because. I already said she doesn’t know much English.”
“No, I mean why doesn’t she just learn more English?”
“Well . . . um . . . uh . . . because . . . ask her yourself.”
I started shaking my head teasingly at Dee. “Dee, if you’re going to keep up a lie you gotta keep it going. Don’t let them out word you,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“He didn’t out word me!!!”
“So? You had to give up didn’t you?”
“I DID NOT GIVE UP!!!”
“Then how do you explain the,” I started talking in a deep, dumb voice, “Well, um, uh, ask her yourself”
“You two sure do argue a lot,” said yet another boy, who happened to be walking in the room. He had dark gold hair and it was moderately long. He was handsome to any girl’s standards, but it wasn’t like I cared.
To be continued . . .
I ran into the house, Dee still chasing me. I saw people sitting and standing in the room, but didn’t care. There! I thought. I went up a set of stairs to my left, landing on every other one. Turned left on the platform half way up and started going up the second set of stairs. I heard Dee running up the stairs right behind me. She wasn’t going to get her keys back. I jumped onto the rail, slid down right past her and then landed on my back with a thump. “Ow,” I said as I got up quickly and ran into the group of people. “JAY!!! GIVE THEM BACK, NOW!!!!” Dee shouted at me. And dark haired Shayla stepped in.
“What are you to arguing about now?”
“Well, you see-” I started, breathing heavily.
“She took my keys and won’t give them back!” Dee glared at me, puffing out breath.
“You girls are seventeen. And you need to start acting like it . . . Jay, give Dee back her keys.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not”
“She’s too . . . BLONDE” I smirked
Dee started after me again. “That’s it!” She shouted.
Shayla looked pretty upset at this point. “You two knock it off, right now!!!”
I flung my head back in an exasperated sigh. Then I handed Dee back her keys and started looking around. The room was small . . . ish. There was a T.V. along the wall near the door. The staircase was about 20 feet from the door and it was against a wall. This explained why it stopped at the corner and went to the left. Parallel to the bottom half of the stairs was a small table with some pictures on it. In the middle of the room was an old, oval-shaped rug with a coffee table in the middle of it. Along the long part of the rug was a sofa, with its back to a door way and parallel to the T.V., and two chairs on the ends of the rug.
Then I started to notice the people. In a chair farthest from the door, was a boy that you couldn’t really tell his age. He had super blonde hair so it was almost white, ears like a lynx, an elfish complexion and a mean, cold-hearted look to him. There were three people sitting on the sofa. One of them I already knew, she was sitting in the middle of the sofa. Her name is Esther James. She is almost 16 years old and part of my . . . well . . . group. She’s a rich kid, but ain’t too bad for being one. She has pretty dark brown curls at about shoulder length and always, I mean always, wears a skirt or a dress. At one end of the couch was a boy who looked to be eighteen or nineteen. He had rusty colored side-burns that stood out, with similar colored hair that had more brown in it. He was smiling, apparently for no reason. Next to him was another guy, he looked tall and lean, he had dark hair in really complicated swirls and he used a LOT of grease in it.
Leaning against the doorway behind the couch was another guy. He looked like he was 6 foot somethin’ and he had short hair, unlike most of the other guys in the room. Shayla saying something interrupted my thoughts, but I couldn’t understand her.
“Que,” I inquired
A boy in the corner with short, bleached hair replied. “Que? What does que mean?”
Dee, being Dee, answered, “It means ‘what’ in Spanish. She doesn’t know much English, so it’s easier for her to speak Spanish.”
Another boy, with black hair, in the other chair spoke up, “Why?”
“Because. I already said she doesn’t know much English.”
“No, I mean why doesn’t she just learn more English?”
“Well . . . um . . . uh . . . because . . . ask her yourself.”
I started shaking my head teasingly at Dee. “Dee, if you’re going to keep up a lie you gotta keep it going. Don’t let them out word you,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“He didn’t out word me!!!”
“So? You had to give up didn’t you?”
“I DID NOT GIVE UP!!!”
“Then how do you explain the,” I started talking in a deep, dumb voice, “Well, um, uh, ask her yourself”
“You two sure do argue a lot,” said yet another boy, who happened to be walking in the room. He had dark gold hair and it was moderately long. He was handsome to any girl’s standards, but it wasn’t like I cared.
To be continued . . .
New Addition Process
Mileah Grace Jayne will be joinging the REEEES. She turned 5 years old on Sunday so she gets to join. But it's not officialized 'til her surprize birthday tomorrow. She'll then join as a Jr. REEEE, until we decide she is ready to become a full REEEE. Being a Jr. REEEE means you get the title of being in the REEEES but you don't get to participate in all of the REEEES activites. Sarah was the first one to go through this process and with graduate to a Senior REEEE officially very soon. There'll be a cerimony and everything. So Sarah can teach Leah the ropes of being a Jr. REEEE 'til then. YAY LEAH!!!
Our Futures
I, Ellie, have been coming up where I think each of us REEEES will be when we are 30. Here is what I have come up with: Emma Jay will be an author with no published works. She will have plenty of partly finished manuscripts, but none completed. I think she'll live on a large property with horses. Though, none of her other dreams will have come true because she'll have lost the drive to complete them or they changed. I think that by then she will be married, though I don't know about kids. For a living she will be a book-store owner. Emma Kay will be a housewife. Implying she will be married by then. She will still love swimming like she does now and go swimming often, but will not have made it a prefessional career. She will live on the edge of town, in a two story house on an average sized property. I think she will have 2 kids, a boy and a girl, and will sing at different places on the weekend for the extra money to support her family. I see Riah as the person who is an artist in their basment or 'studio' but hasn't made it a career. She'll sell some of her art online. I think she will live in the city in a row house. I believe she will be married, though I'm not sure about kids. Because selling her art isn't enough income, she will also work part-time as a waitress. Elijah will have been a track star and maybe will even go to the Olympics. He might be married, I don't know. He will have lost some of his gallons of endless energy, but will still have some extra. For a living he'll . . . well . . . run. He will live in town, in a single story house, on a average sized property. Sarah will be a stay at home mom. I don't think she'll have a job. She'll have 3-5 kids. She'll also live in town, to stay near her husbands job. Well there are our futures in my eyes. I can't predict my future though. Leah will soo be joining the REEEES soon so maybe then I'll give her a future. Till then she doesn't have one. ;-)
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