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Post by Jopey on Sept 27, 2003 13:54:13 GMT -5
This is a stroy based on my life, it is a true story i'll just add bits at a time because it's really long.PLEASE tell me wot u fink because i've got to write a story for my English (It hasn't got to be handed in for absolutely ages) and i don't know if i should use this one or not?
Oh and before u get confused Christina is my twin sister Riley and Chloe is me ;D
Opposing Sisters: A True Story
I reach over and slam my fist down on the annoying, repetitive alarm clock. I hear my sister groan, I feel like doing the same – the first day back at school is never easy. I’m tempted to just roll over and fall back to sleep in my warm bed, but I have to get up – I’ve been waiting to go back to school ever since we came back from holiday! I see my sister swing her legs round and stand up, I copy and start walking towards the bathroom. Just as I’m about to get there Christina, my sister, rushes past into the bathroom first. Normally I’d bang on the door and scream at her, but I’m much too tired to do anything.
Two showers and four million hairstyles later and we’re ready to go out to school, no time for breakfast – we woke up to late. “Bye mum,” Christina and I say in unison as we hurry out of the door. “Shouldn’t we take a coat?” I ask Christina as we barge towards the porch. “Don’t be stupid Chloe – it’s summer,” She corrects me, I roll my eyes. English summers involve rain! We used to live in America – California, summer there involved bikinis and sun lotion, it’s nothing like that in England. We both head out of the door to come face to face with the postman, freaky man with bright ginger hair that sticks out at all angles; he gives us a toothy smile. “Good morning girls, first day back eh?” He asks, we both nod rapidly. He smiles once again and heads off to next door’s house; “What a freak,” Retorts Christina with a frown. I slam the door shut and we both head off towards the small train station. “Why did we bring coats?” Asks Christina shivering slightly. “You said not to,” I remind her. “It was a rhetorical question Chloe – you don’t have to answer it,” She tells me firmly, I frown at her. She’s obviously nervous about something, probably seeing her boyfriend again – everyone wants a holiday romance and this year she’d stayed faithful to her beloved Josh, but lord knows if he’d done the same. I figured I’d find out for Christina later. We soon stepped onto the platform where our train was waiting; we hastily climbed onto the packed train and soon found two seats. This train runs straight through to central London so it’s always packed in the morning with business men and woman having discordant chats with one another. Two stops down the line and we climb off of the busy train and out of Stanford-Le-Hope train station and towards our school. We’re soon walking through the towering black gates and towards the year 9 playground, we’re normally two of the first people into school and the only people up on the playground were a small group of boys. We both take a position on the bench and sit their in silence; soon Christina’s group of friends will be walking up the path looking for their leader. They’re the ‘popular’ crowd the ones that all the girls want to look like, all the boys want to be with, all the teachers don’t want in their classes – all blonde, of course! But when you talk to them they’re usually quite nice, well they have to be nice to me otherwise they’d have Christina to deal with! My group of friends, however, are nothing like them – we aren’t the popular crowd but we aren’t not popular, we’re just normal.
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Post by SClub8DazeFan on Sept 27, 2003 14:49:58 GMT -5
this is actually REALLY cool! I'll keep reading it. Like the way you write!
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Post by Maxi Muffin on Sept 27, 2003 14:53:57 GMT -5
How mary-kate and ashley lol
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Post by Jopey on Sept 27, 2003 14:56:35 GMT -5
i honestly didn't get any of this from mary-kate and ashley!
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Post by Jopey on Sept 27, 2003 14:59:40 GMT -5
“Christina!” A high pitched voice comes; shrieking a girl with long, straight blonde hair comes dashing onto the playground to our bench. She throws her arms around Christina and hugs her tightly, then a string of blonde girls file onto the playground and they all greet each other, leaving me sitting there wondering when my set of friends will arrive.
That night the train is busier than usual, me and Christina are soon home and walk through to the kitchen to see our brother Braden, he’s obviously just woken up because his hair is on end and his only wearing boxers. “Braden!” Christina snaps. “What?” He asks. “Put some clothes on,” She moans pulling open the big silver fridge, I slide onto the high kitchen stall. “Have you just woken up?” I ask Braden, he was mildly ill so was allowed the first day off of school – lucky sod! “Yep,” He replies proudly and he heads out of the kitchen, my mum comes rushing in with her phone attached to her ear. She has a dream job designing clothes for a fashion store in London but is always busy doing something or another; she pulls herself way from the phone. “Girls you’ve got to go early to dancing, get ready now,” She demands, I groan. After just having a hard day at school the last thing I want to do is go dancing for hours on end and sweat buckets. However soon I hurry off to get my dancing stuff together and to head to the air-conditioned big dancing studio with my sister. We arrive in the entrance foyer to find a few of the older girls sitting around the sofa area, everybody knows us at our dancing school as we’re the only twins there. “Hey Chloe, hi Christina!” One of the girls says, we both smile even though we have no idea who they are! “Chloe, Christina!” A familiar voice shouts, a middle aged man comes running towards us – this was Pete, he’s a professional script writer and write all sorts of scripts for the drama classes that take part. “Pete!” I shriek smiling at him; he waves a wad of paper in front of us. “Here’s the script!” He says excitedly. “What script?” Christina asks. “The script for your new film- it’s getting sent to an examiner up in London for you’re drama exam!” He says, my mouth drops open and I smile at Christina – I don’t believe this!
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“Just go out there and give it your best, and try not to look at the audience,” Naomi – our choreographer advises. My knees are week and my pink leotard straps are already twisted, I have about 3 cans of hair spray and a pot of hair gel on my perfect bun. My pastel pink ballet tights form perfectly around my thighs and my brilliant white ballet shoes are criss-crossed around the bottom of my legs. Both me and Christina were picked for the opening act – we’re doing a small ballet piece which then leads onto a longer tap piece done by the younger girls of the school. We all tiptoe onto the stage wishing each other luck and soon the curtain rises and we begin…
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Post by Dazerock on Sept 27, 2003 15:30:55 GMT -5
this is really good!
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Post by Jopey on Sept 27, 2003 15:36:07 GMT -5
thank u
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Post by Mernie on Sept 27, 2003 15:54:47 GMT -5
luv it!it's great
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Post by ~*Jenny Jenn Jenn*~ on Sept 27, 2003 19:24:13 GMT -5
Wow Jo it's great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~Jenn~
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Post by SClub8DazeFan on Sept 27, 2003 23:51:19 GMT -5
It's just getting better! You're great at writing, like many others on this board!
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Post by Hana~boo on Sept 28, 2003 0:53:19 GMT -5
I already told you this a million times on msn..but i have to say it again I LOVE IT seriously, brilliant work and dont you go off again about needing writing lessons you are far better than me and many other ppl i know ;D
luv ya, Hana xxx
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Post by Jopey on Sept 28, 2003 2:51:12 GMT -5
The show finishes late, it was the first performance and almost everything went to plan, me and Christina hurry to the car where mum’s waiting. “Good show?” She asks turning her head to face us; we both nod and start looking out of the window. When we arrive home, it’s a fight for the bathroom and tonight I come out as the winner! After showering it’s downstairs for something to eat then straight to bed, to dream about the film coming up. The script that was written by Pete was a particularly funny one and one that both Christina and I were looking forward to filming. But first we had to find out which people would be joining us with the filming; it was about 8 kids in a band called Boyz n Girlz who go to a creepy house. Personally I’m most anxious to find out who’ll be playing Levi – the boy who I end up kissing in the film! The auditions will be held tomorrow night – it’s an open audition so anybody can try out, my best mate Brad is trying out and I hope he gets in because I always have a laugh with him.
The day of the auditions soon arrived and I woke up with a nervous feeling, why was I nervous? I wasn’t the one auditioning! But me and Christina would have a say in who was to end up with the main parts which I was quite pleased about – as I didn’t want to end up kissing some totally geek who’d rather be at homework club than at the auditions! First off they were given a minute to impress us to see who’d go through to the next round, I had no idea how popular the auditions would be! We turned up to the Tayside Theatre (where the auditions were to be held) to be faced with a massive queue of people. We pushed through to the front and headed up to the theatre where they’d be held, me and Christina were given seats facing the stage and soon the first person was on stage. She was a girl of about 11 and she was wearing a pink and white cheerleading outfit which was our schools cheerleading outfit – I have the same one! She smiled sweetly at us; “I’m auditioning for the part of Leola,” She says, we all nod. “Ready? OK! Be aggressive, be, be aggressive. Be aggressive, be, be aggressive! I’m sexy, I’m hot, I’m everything you’re not! I’m ace. I’m cool I’m Josie and I rule! I am, first class, I’m gonna kick your ass! Wooooh!” She chants dancing along, I smile at her – she has to go through, she was just so sweet!
Hours later and the queue hasn’t gone down much, there been laughter and tears but there’s been loads of talent. We’ve put plenty of people through, but rejected some! Not only do these people have to act – they have to be able to sing as well, so most people have chosen to sing. Finally it’s Brad’s turn to have a shot at it, I smile at him as he steps up – he’s looking confident. “I’m auditioning for the part of Levi,” He announces, my mouth drops open in shock. Levi? Levi? Levi? Whoever got the part of Levi had to kiss me and Brad was trying out for it, I stare at the stage and he begins singing – he has a wonderful voice but I’m unable to hear it as I’m in total shock. He never told me he was auditioning for that part, did he not read the contract and did he not understand that there was a kissing part involved? And he obviously didn’t understand that he had to kiss me, and that would just be disgusting! He finishes his song and they all clap, I clap along with them to fit in but I’m still in total shock. The next person takes up a position on the stage…
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Post by Hana~boo on Sept 28, 2003 2:59:21 GMT -5
Jo..you have to add more soon PLZ lol ;D
Hana xxx
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Post by Mernie on Sept 28, 2003 5:31:52 GMT -5
this is g-r-eat!continue plz!
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Post by Jopey on Sept 28, 2003 7:30:38 GMT -5
This is quite a long post!
Once the queue has gone we all exit the main theatre and head outside to the foyer part, I see Brad waiting there – I promised I’d walk home with him as Christina was heading round a mate’s house. “Hey Chloe, how’d I do?” He asks. “Don’t you ‘how’d I do’ me!” I say firmly. “What did I do?” He asks. “Oh as if you don’t know,” I reply. “What?” He says innocently. “You’re audition,” I say. “What about it?” He asks, still acting innocent. “You know, you auditioned for the part of Levi,” I say to him. “Yeh?” He answers; acting like it’s no big deal. Really – I hate boys sometimes they think they’re so innocent, well they’re not! Brad stands there looking at me with his piercing big brown eyes, his sports gear hanging off of his skinny tanned body. “And Levi has to kiss Calli – I’m playing Calli!” I remind him, “You’ll have to kiss me!” Brad looks at me. “I know,” He says, he looks down at his scuffed up Puma Strap trainers. “God Chloe, you really are blonde,” He says I could get him and strangle him right now – boys who needs them? “What are you going on about?” I ask, we’re starting to cause a bit of a scene, even a few old ladies have stopped to see what the fuss is all about! “I like you ok, I really like you,” He reveals, for the second time today my mouth drops open. I stare into his brown, meaningful eyes I laugh slightly; this is unbelievable my best friend for about 6 years has just revealed that he likes me more than a mate. Since I moved to Britain I’ve liked Brad, on my first day he was the one who showed me round the school and around the town. He showed me where he lived and around the town that I now live in, when I have a problem I go running straight to Brad. He’s been there for me through thick and through thin, but for him to be more than my mate – that’s just weird. “Brad, are you serious?” I ask. “I know you don’t feel the same way, just don’t worry about it,” Brad says, he pulls his bag further up his back; “I’ll see you around Chloe.” And with that he turns and walks out of the theatre, down the steps and he heads down Palmer’s road towards our road. I stand there in shock, woah, what just happened?
Months later and the auditions have finished, Brad got the part of Levi and believe me – it took me weeks to get over that. Since that day at the theatre, I haven’t spoken to Brad. A lot has happened at school, I’ve had arguments, boyfriends – the whole lot and I really need to tell Brad. I long to hear him say ‘it’s gonna be alright’ like he always did when there was something wrong, when something was up, when something just wasn’t right. It was a typical Saturday morning, me and Christina were up early and down at the dancing studio – tap was our first lesson. After 4 classes me and Christina were just going to quickly go over one of our dances we’re performing in the upcoming exam. We go into the mirrored studio; “Right in the second chorus you go to the right and I’ll go to the left,” Christina clears up, I nod and take up my starting position. We quickly run through the dance with Miss Sara – our dancing teacher watching we finish and out of breath look for her reaction. “Brilliant girls absolutely excellent!” Sara smiles, Christina leans on my shoulder. “Do you reckon we’ll pass the exam?” I ask eagerly. “Without a doubt if you do it like that!” She replies, suddenly there’s a thump and the weight from my shoulder is suddenly released. I look down to see Christina lying on the floor, I go to laugh because I think she’s fallen over but then I notice her eyes closed. “Christina, get up! You aren’t that tired!” I say, she doesn’t move. “Christina?” I repeat slowly. “CHRISTINA!” I shout falling to my knees, Sara bends down too. “Oh god, Chloe go and call an ambulance,” She orders, but I’m frozen in shock. “Chloe – GO!” Sara says I stand up and run out to the foyer where my mum is. “Mum – Christina collapsed,” I say panicking. “SHE WHAT?” My mum asks she rushes through to the studio, my brother Braden whips out his phone and dials 999.
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