Helping people isn’t always good.

Today I helped someone. When you’re a little kid your always told that ‘helping people is fun!’

The boys are always calling Marcie pig. One time (during the infamous tutor group tim where, when asked to create a made up charity to do with the environment, Archie’s group came up with a charity for rabbits with rabies) Kenneth’s group came up with a charity with a porcine mascot, which they claimed to be Marcie (Meanwhile Mr Fairgrass said “that’s not nice.” How helpful!)

So Marcie persuaded me to help her, people are scared of me, in fact, only that morning I had chased Somerset and her boyfriend (I know it’s immature to tease her, but I don’t like the way that I am part of several relationships, all made up or missunderstood by those who talk about them, I can barely look at a boy. Whereas Somerset and the boy were disscussing how to meet eacch other after games publicly. It’s unfair!) Unfortunately, in helping her. I put my own head in a noose. I am now called Piglet. The boys all crowded round me at the end of the day, telling me that I wasn’t strong enough to get back at them (since I’d already got back at several of them on their own I think this was unfair, what was worse was that there was one of me and round about six of them. One boy Andy went over the top. Throwing insults at me, mainly piglet, they crowded round. Andy was talking about how weak I was so I hit him with a new fight move I invented on the spot.

  1. Pick a target.
  2. Swing your bag slowly over your head, getting faster and building up momentum.
  3. Step closer and continue swinging it, hitting your victim repeatedly.

I call it ‘Throwing the Hammer’ after the swinging movement.

Then I walked to the gate, turned round and said “Hows that for strength.” Then I walked off.



Who’s afraid of the big bad bully?

Yes, bullying, by other students! Here is a script for some events of my ‘bullying’

The Argument

Ghost House

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well is healed.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart On that disused and forgotten road That has no dust-bath now for the toad. Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
The whippoorwill is coming to shout And hush and cluck and flutter about: I hear him begin far enough away Full many a time to say his say Before he arrives to say it out.
It is under the small, dim, summer star. I know not who these mute folk are Who share the unlit place with me– Those stones out under the low-limbed tree Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad, Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad, With none among them that ever sings, And yet, in view of how many things, As sweet companions as might be had.

Robert Frost
(We are asked to discuss this poem in our tables. Particularly how scary it is! Archie has the whiteboard, he is our scribe.)
ME: (Protesting) It is not scary!
ARCHIE: Yeah it’s terrifying!
ME: It isn’t, how do you feel fear?
OTHERS: (sticking up for Archie of course!) It scared us to death.
KIARA: It isn’t really that scary.
ARCHIE: Yes, it is.
(We argue for a while)
ME: (speaking to Kiara)
ONE OF THE OTHERS: Shut your mouth, nobody wants to hear what you think.
ME: Shut your ears! I was speaking to Kiara, you don’t have to listen.
ARCHIE: (Says something annoying.)
ME: Oh shut it idiots!
EVERYONE: Bully, bully!

The Thief

ARCHIE: Here’s a ruler.

KIARA: Thanks, (he pulls it away) Hey!

ARCHIE: Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!

(Later, whilst the teacher is telling us something.)

ARCHIE: (Whispered) Have a pen.

(The idiot is holding it by the lid. I snatch it off him before he can pull it away!)

ARCHIE: Mr Fairbanks, she nicked my pen!

ME: I didn’t, he gave it too me, there are lot of wittneses!



(Archie is sent out of the room for causing a disturbance.)


I don’t even have to do stuff, they can easily make it up.

Bully bye!

Happy Birthday James!!!

Today was James’s birthday. He got a keyboard and a DVD of Brave, (I think it’s wierd the way that you can already play it on DS and Wii, when it only came out yeterday.) I got Despicable Me, The Sirens of Surrentum and Third Form at St Clares.

Gotta stop now, it’s late, plus I think I ate too much sausage. (It was veggie sausage.)

Bye! And Happy Birthday James!

Birthdays and old sticks.

The Old Stick

With my advent calendar ready I need a way of putting it up properly, so I found a stick in the woodshed that I might paint red and green (or leave plain, I haven’t decided.) Then I’ll tie string to it and hang it on a nail.

The Birthday

Tommorow is James’s birthday! We brought the food and a last minute present today (don’t blame us, he wanted Brave and it only just came out! Tommorow we will, have hotdogs, and then when Mum comes home, presents and tea, not sure what we’ll do inbetween though. I could always organise some party games if the worst comes to the worst.


There is life on mars!

I stepped out of a silver, metal capsule onto the red planet. Freezing rain fell from the sky. It was a watery land, full of animals, plants and rain. Many lakes and puddles littered the ground like old crisp packets in a city street, it seemed normal, but all the still water on the ground was red! A large white bird glided on a iron coloured surface, white froth spurted from red waterfalls and it was easy to see where the colour came from. The place was red, the very soil was rusty, the tree trunks were brownish red and the leaves were showing off their autumn crimson. Carvings were striped brick and sandstone, as the evening lights shone on the sand stone it turned sunset red too. Where was this place, Mars, the desert, planet red? No Hestercombe on a wet, muddy day.

Anywhere can become an alien world if you describe it right.


Evil is among us.

Today was the first day of James’s birthday weekend. We went to Techniquest, it’s a great place, but you’ve probably heard me talk about it before and you probably will again. But today it wasn’t as great as it could have been it was overrun with small children! Constantly playing with everything, they either snatch it off you under the pretense of teaching you or just snatch it.

Watch out darth vader, you have evil competition.


Somew wierd facts.

  1. Everyone in Ancient Eygypt was bald. Even the women! They used to all wear wigs and put little candles on their heads, as the wax melted it made their 0hair smell nice.
  2. The ancient Romans used to eat really wierd food, like dormice, snails (they’d feed them on blood, snails love blood, they just don’t like killing, and eat them) a famous dish is a wild boar, that when cut open released a load of birds, who were then caught by the slaves and eaten. A similar dish was served in the middle ages, it inspired the song ‘sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of Rye, four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie…’ They wouldn’t use black birds, too big. They’d probably use blue-tits or somthing
  3. Christopher Columbus wasn’t looking for America, he was looking for a short-cut to Japan from England, when he bumped into America he wasn’t pleased. He threatened to cut his sailor’s tongues out if they didn’t swear that this ilsand was Japan!


PS I owe most of these facts to Horrible Histories!