Hey Guys,
I'm sooo disappointed right now, cause we lost our match yesterday, 2:4....

Well, see ya

Apple_Jazz xxx

<3

Hey guys,
I just wanted to tell you that a have a Netball Match tomorrow.
So, wish me luck :*

Apple_Jazz

My Poem

Smiling, she said “Get up in your bed!”

I got there with shock, seeing a great lock,

In her hand.

I asked what it was,

She said nothing, of course,

I ran for my life and death.

See, now I’m upstairs,

I see her long hairs,

Right on her leg.

I think it all through,

The wind suddenly blew,

I didn’t know what that meant.

I heard a loud scream,

No, not in my dream,

A wishing, a washing, a flishing and flashing….

…And suddenly, I was dead.

This is my poem (it has no name yet).

La_Night

Where I'm From

La_Night and I each wrote a poem based on a poem by George Ella Lyon http://www.georgeellalyon.com/where.html

Here is mine

Where I‘m From

I’m from a picture on my wall and chocolate when I‘m sad.

I’m from the smell of freshly cut grass to the sound of a jet flying over my head.

I’m from my books, telling not only their story but mine as well, to my favorite song, changing every day.

I’m from orange lip balm and raspberry lemonade.

I’m from singing and dancing and drawing and

writing.

I’m from fighting to understanding.

I’m from having a laugh to being serious.

I’m from my Hoodies to my shorts, from my anklet to my dream catcher.

I’m from Jule and Camie to Ne-Yo and Avril Lavigne.

I’m from hitting to hugging, from fighting to helping.

I’m from long and brown to short and red.

I’m from same cars on my way and same people every day.

And now La_Nights

 I’m from Music to Drama,

From Mum to Dad,

I’m from my sister to my Brother,

From Clothes to hair,

I’m from Craziness to being serious,

From learning to being lazy,

I’m from Ariana and Emily to Elizabeth Gillies and Victoria Justice,

From BTR to Ariana Grande,

I’m from being kind and helpful to being mean and rude,

All in one, I’m from MYSELF.

Hope you like them

Apple_Jazz 

                                                                                                 

Help, Plz!

Like it?

Hey, peops!
If you like this blog, tell every1 you know, even if u don't know them.
If you like this blog, you gotta tell EVERY1 !!!!

Plz, Plz , Plz. I love you all! (but only if you've done what i've written above)

La_Night

What 'Sean' Doesn't Know ...

Here are some things A guy I know doesn't know, but I didn't want to use his real name....


1) Sean thinks the NORTH Pole is SOUTH of us.

2)Last week, Sean literally asked me, "Where can I get extra long pantses?" He thinks "pantses" is plural for "pants."

3)Sean thinks mice are responsible for making all the holes in Swiss cheese.

4)Sean wants to live in England because he thinks everyone there is required to go to "Wizard School" for at least one year.

5)He says time travel is REAL, it's just very expensive -- like going to space.

6) Sean is pretty sure that "mesquite" barbecue sauce is made out of mosquitos.

So thats some of the things 'sean' doesn't Know... can't wait 'till I publish part 2!

Have fun, (and tell your friends).

La_Night :-P

CRAZY!!!

Hey, people! U know, this blog is called -us being crazy- so I thought, I could post something
crazy... Let's see.... ok I'll just post something off the Internet.....
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crazy

I think it’s crazy to go down the most difficult hill when you’ve only been snowboarding for a couple of days. You’ll break your neck!

Sharon’s dad went crazy when he found out she had tried marijuana.

My neighbor is crazy. She talks to herself all the time and screams at shadows.

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Actually, I don't get this...

Find me.

Hi, Peops! This post is just to say, you'll find me on Twitter and facebook;

- Twitter    : Lara B. or @LaTetBe9
- Facebook: La Tet Be



La_Night
(Please note: The above shown Names are only MINE Apple_jazz has not got these names on Facebook OR Twitter.)

What d' ya think?

La_Night and I were thinking about putting our own CrazyFM onto the blog.
So, what do you think??
Apple_Jazz

No Title

Hey, People!
I've written a story (only the beginning).
THere we go_____

“Haywood, Minority or Grad-sum, you can choose”

“Marin, you know I can’t go to a normal school”

“I know Midnight, trust me; I’ll find the perfect school for you”

“OK… now, which school did you say was your favorite?”

“My Favorite? Oh! I’d say Haywood, but you’ve got to decide,”…..

           Hello, I’m Midnight. Why I can’t go to a normal school? Well, this is how it all started:

It was just a normal lunch, with my normal family, and normal food, when, suddenly, our village got bombed not long ago……..

“Mummy! What happened? Me scared. MUMMY!!!” My little sister Naomi screamed (she’s 3).

“It’s alright, Daddy’s going to see what’s wrong,” My Mother said, stroking Naomi.

Well, of course, they stayed normal, but this bomb changed my entire life...

           “So, Which school do prefer?” Marin asked.

“Well, I’m not sure… do you think Haywood accept vampires? It would be brill if they do!” I laughed.

             Yes, I am a Vampire, and this story is all about my annoying and sometimes really embarrassing  life.

It is really not easy to be a vampire and Even harder if you are vegetarian!

Hey, Guyz!
How r u? Today,I'm gonna post wierd stuff 'cause I'm Bored...
Blup blup blubbady blub..........
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La_Night

Here is astory I wrote myself, hope you like it.

 Apple_Jazz

Hummingbird

I looked over the dry, stony landscape, hoping to find some place where Nadyne could hide while I’m off, trying to find some water.

 That thought of water just reminds me of how thirsty and hungry I am, the last time Nadyne and I had something to eat was nearly two days ago, before we ran away after another bombing at our little village, now that Iraq is at war with Iran we get a lot of them.

 My thoughts get interrupted by Nadyne, whispering my name “Nadirah, I’m thirsty, can’t we just go home?”

”You know we can’t go back” I sigh; I had hoped Nadyne would understand, but she didn’t. I mean, why would she, she’s only 4, “go and hide in that little hole over there, I’ll be back soon, promise.” She didn’t answer; she just turned around and walked off.

As I slowly make my way to find some water, I think to myself, ´How could this happen Nadirah, you’re only 14 and already stuck in the desert with a 4 year old; no parents, no food and no water.`

I was 11, when our parents left to get some water; I only heard the bomb-alarm and ran with the baby in my arms, just how my mother taught me to. When it was safe again I took Nadyne back to our little hut and waited for our parents; they never returned.

Ever since that day I’ve been looking after Nadyne all by myself; sometimes it’s hard, but I’m used to it.

 Suddenly I heard someone screaming, it sounded like Nadyne. Not a second later I was already sprinting towards the place I told her to stay, but I was too late.

 Some might say I was lucky, because they didn’t see me and just walked off, leaving Nadyne behind them.

At that moment I just wanted to scream and run over to her, but I had to wait, because the soldiers might hear me and come back.

 I don’t know how long it took me to be absolutely sure that they were gone, but straight afterwards I ran to my sister and laid her head on my lap, but again, too late; with her last breathe she whispers “Hummingbird” and I smile.

It was her favorite song; I used to sing it in memory of our parents.

Then I start:

Birds fly away,

Hummingbirds over the sky.

I’ll be back it says,

I’ll be back it sings.

Birds fly away,

Hummingbirds over the sky.

Just come back I say,

Just come back I sing,

But birds fly away.

Now, 10 years later, I’m 24 and have my own little house at that place in the desert and on the spot where she died, I placed a bench.

 I guess, at the time it just felt like the right thing to do, so I would remember; but now, writing the whole story down, I realize, it’s not to memorize her death; it’s to celebrate her life.

Question time!

Hey, People! Hope you have a nice weekend! Really, I've no idea what to post.... That's why I want you to ask me/us anything. Also you can ask us to do something, we'll just take a video of it and you'll  be able to watch it when ever you like!


Have a nice weekend!    


La_Night.