MaDjAcK's TeA PaRtY

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Thu, 10 Mar 2011 12:08:35 -0500

yeahwriters: Lawl.

Thu, 03 Mar 2011 12:08:35 -0500

yeahwriters:

Lawl.

mashiro: 焼けました？

Thu, 17 Feb 2011 12:23:46 -0500

mashiro:

焼けました？

To all of my Followers

Thu, 17 Feb 2011 12:23:21 -0500

… Wellllllll let’s just say my computer is being stupid, and wont let me on.

Im on the computer at school. So…this is kind of a farewell. Hope you guys do good on Tumblr! I know im gone….so, yeah…until i come back…

Insanity

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 18:16:33 -0500

Believing that A Lie is Real

cabout: HEAR THAT MOM

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:41:40 -0500

cabout:

HEAR THAT MOM

Day 7

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:40:00 -0500

Some turn offs……

I don’t really know what that is, but…I’ll try my best.

1. Greasy Hair

2. Potty Mouth

3. a HUGE imagination…like…too big that they’re insane (my kind of insane)

4. Bad Breath

stolen-memory: I want <3

Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:08:07 -0500

stolen-memory:

I want <3

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Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:04:14 -0500

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Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:02:37 -0500

relapsinglazyholic: I miss my dog.

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:55:19 -0500

relapsinglazyholic:

I miss my dog.

Who is ur most favoritest band of all time?

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:52:32 -0500

hmmmmmmmmm

That’s hard. Weeeeell i think i’d have to say..probably barlowgirl. Always have loved them.

Dear Bloggers: Ask me something. Anything.

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:36:28 -0500

But be nice!

rainbowlollipop3349: Mnmnmmmmnnnnmnn !!

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:31:28 -0500

rainbowlollipop3349:

Mnmnmmmmnnnnmnn !!

emii-in-happyland: あいらびゅー by ゆきらい

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:16:13 -0500

emii-in-happyland:

あいらびゅー by ゆきらい

Day 6

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:11:11 -0500

5 people who mean a lot to me…

midnightsoulreaper

God and Jesus

my parents

My siblings

Allie

Day 6

Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:08:43 -0500

5 people who mean a lot to me…

midnightsoulreaper

God and Jesus

my parents

My siblings

Allie

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Sun, 06 Feb 2011 20:22:27 -0500

Let The Tears Fall

Sun, 06 Feb 2011 20:11:00 -0500

A yeah write! Submission

School was finally over. I grabbed my backpack, and slammed my locker shut. For some very odd reason, I was happy today. This was my day to shine. Today was the singing competition. I had made it to the finals, and about one hour away from proving myself to the world that I had talent. Good talent. Maybe the best talent in the world. I walked outside, and looked for my mom’s car. My friends had already left, so I was there, alone. This time, not only my mom would be picking me up, but my dad as well. They were both bringing me to that special occasion that wintery afternoon. They were supposed to be there. They said they would even come early. I watched as more cars started to leave. There were still a lot of kids waiting to be picked up, and even more cars. But none of them were my mom’s white mini-van. I sighed, as I heard the familiar ring-tone of my cell phone it was lodged in the back-pocket of my backpack. “Hey, can you get my phone for me?” I asked my brother. Being the reluctant and somewhat annoying boy he is, my brother huffed loudly, and stomped over to my backpack, getting out my phone. I tried not to laugh as he glared at me and slammed my phone into the palm of my hand. I hit talk, and put the phone up to my ear.

“Are you Ms. Valerie Washington?” A man asked on the other side. His voice gave a solemn and fearful impression to me.

“Yes…may I ask who’s calling?” I say in a flat tone.

“I am officer J. Schmidt from the Novi police department. I have some grave news for you.”

My expression changes from blank, to curious.

“What’s up?” I ask all too casually. “I’m sorry, but…are your parents Mr. and Mrs. Washington?” he asked. I nodded, and said yes. “What’s wrong?”

“They crashed into a semi truck that slid on the ice. The truck hit the back of the car, smashing the car. I’m sorry, but both of your parents died in that crash.”

My heart feels like it lept out of my chest. “They…what?!” I say softly. This was school. I couldn’t make a public scene. “I truly am sorry, Valerie. We’re sending a car to pick you and your brother up, okay?”

Calmly, I swallowed, trying to get rid of a huge knot in my throat. “O..okay…” I said, and ended the call. I felt so helpless now. So alone. Now what was going to become of me…and my brother?! Then, I didn’t feel like a star. I didn’t feel like I had talent. I just felt sick and defeated.

“Who was that?” My brother asked.

I sighed, and looked down at my innocent little bundle of joy. He didn’t deserve any of this. What had the world come to, that it would break down little boys?

“The police.” I said, my voice quivering.

“What do they want?”

“They wanted to talk about mom and dad.”

“Why? Are they coming?”

I closed my eyes, and took my brother’s hand as a cop car rounded the corner and stopped in front of us.

“No, they won’t be coming. They went to take a little nap.”

day 5

Sun, 06 Feb 2011 19:14:48 -0500

Okay. Six things that I regret doing. That’s hard…NOT

1. Believing That Syd was my friend

2. Following Alexsa

3. Leaving my friends

4. Not going to see pop-pop

5. Acting like someone I wasn’t

6. Lying 24-7 in one day