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__ DeeDee's Story __

"Goodbye honey!" "Goodbye Mum." Maxi lurched her elephant-sized backpack over her shoulder and waddled out the front door, and into the thundering rain. Maxi was a twelve year old girl who attended St Hilda's Collegiate School.
 * [[image:http://www.internationaleducationmedia.com/newzealand/images/shcs_RotatingCrest8.jpg caption="St Hilda's Crest"]] ||
 * St Hilda's Crest ||

She was average sized, with nothing much distinctive about her. It was a pity, because Maxi was the type of girl who wanted to be recognized. Even if it was for fiery red hair. Maxi was sick of being referred to as the 'Girl in year 7' or as the 'Girl who just passed the Science Test'. She wanted her name to echo throughout famous cities, be in everyone's conversations and have billboards in Hollywood advertising her award-winning novel or the talk show she was going to be on that afternoon. Sadly, the only unique thing about her was her name. Maxi had mousy brown hair that was always squeaky clean, and dull mud eyes that only shone when her name was called out. Even then, that wasn't often. Maxi's mother worried about her so much. She was forever getting calls from Maxi's dean teacher, Ms Carmichael about Maxi's lack of concentration. "Maxine, please do concentrate in maths dear, then you'll whiz through your tests, pass everyone of them and then please everynone with your intelligence." she would beg, or, "Maxine, please pay attention in Science. I fear you do not know how to work a Bunsen Burner, then you will have to repeat you're year!" she would beg. Maxi couldn't help having her lack of concentration. She daydreamed all day long about being a magical film star in California, and being BFF with celebrities like Miley Cyrus or Taylor Swift. They were her heroes, always brightening up her day.
 * [[image:http://www.accesshollywood.com/content/images/85/300x300/85582_miley-cyrus-and-taylor-swift.jpg width="157" height="155" caption="Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift"]] ||
 * Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift ||

By the time Maxi had trudged to school, she was soaked to the skin. She made watermarks on the school corridor floors and the grouchy caretaker grumbled loudly at her. "Drenched rat! Drenched rat!" her classmates chanted at her. Maxi bowed her head in shame, making a mental note to buy an umbrella after school at the Warehouse. Her first class that day was Science. Maxi had to admit that out of all school subjects, she liked science best. It wasn't copying down the tedious notes or watching the boring videos about echolocation and dolphins, but the fact that she could whisk away to her own private world in her head, because her science teacer, Mrs Karah was the nicest teacher in the school. She told Maxi that she didn't have a problem with Maxi's constant dreamy expression, as long as Maxi got her work right. Maxi wasn't excellent at the subject, but she wasn't the dumbest either. She squelched into the class, and to the back row of desks. No one sat beside her, but up front, next to the popular girl, posh Jayne. Jayne was a Hilary Duff replica, the same princess blond hair and American tanned skin. Jayne even had a polished American accent, even though she was pure English. It was no surpise she wanted to be American, her idol was Paris Hilton. "Oh my gosh, did you hear?" Jayne was gossiping loudly to her gang. "Ms Carmichael let slip to me that there's a new student starting today! She's got a weird name... something like Zara." "A new girl?!?" everyone repeated. The news spread like wildfire. Maxi found herself thinking of what this Zara looked like. Maybe she was like herself, a confused girl who didn't fit in. Where did she come from? Dublin? Barcelona? Hollywood? Maybe she knew Miley Cyrus!!! Mrs Karah strode in elegantly, her short black hair bouncing on her model-like, curved shoulders. She shouldn't be an old teacher, though Maxi. She's got the figure of a modelling star! "Good morning class!" Mrs Karah boomed, and ignored the muffled reply of good mornings and the occasional good afternoon. "As you don't know," she carried on,"We have a new student starting today! Please welcome Miss Zara Grey!" A tall girl walked in timidly. She moved with akward, jarred movements, as if she was acting out a puppet. She had endless black eyes and funky blond hair that stood straight up in twisted knots. Her skin had a milky, plastic tinge to it, like she had been kept in an airless box for a year or two. What freaked Maxi out most was her overall look of a thirty year old. She reminded Maxi of an insane astronaut. "It's Xena." she corrected stiffly.
 * [[image:http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebsalon/2009/05/gwen-stefani-funky-hairstyle-may-09.jpg width="124" height="168" caption="Xena the New Girl"]] ||
 * Xena the New Girl ||

//As I walked into that science room, I didn't feel a single emotion. I just wanted to sit down and stop all these random girls staring at me like I was a warty frog. And what's more, they all looked weird, like they were from Mars. Sure, they still had two eyes, one nose, one mouth and two ears, but the way they had their hair was definently freaky. Some had them long and straight, and others had them in a tie so their hair looked like a brown branch sticking out of a narrow tree trunk. Didn't they know that my 'do was the new thing? Well, maybe it was only in my country... if I could only remember it's name... The teacher, Mrs Keira or whatever told me to sit at the back beside this plain girl called Maxi. It sucks. I hate ordinary stuff. The whole simple Sciene lesson, Maxi stared at me. "Don't you know it's rude to stare?" I asked, but she just blushed, not even removing her gaze. I rolled my eyes and copied down the notes about whales and how they communicated. Maxi eventually stared back at the ceiling, and didn't even copy down the notes. I thought she might get into trouble. I may not feel sad or happy like others, but I do feel for those who are naughty. I snatched her ripped work book and jotted down the notes in a few seconds. She seemed amazed at my speed as I was to those who wrote like snails (a.k.a everyone else apart from me) so I couldn't complain. After science we had I-n-g-l-i-s-h or something. I had to introduce myself to Ms Carmichael, a strict teacher who doesn't put up with any 'nonsense'. Again, my heart almost ached for Maxi, who got a detention. At break, Maxi headed off for her detention, and I sat silently in the corner. Kids came up to me and asked why I didn't eat anything. I told them I have never eaten and they laughed at me calling me a lyer. So I spat a spit-ball at the blond leader and it laded in her sickly sweet yellow hair. She screamed in disgust. I made a run for it.//


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 * Jayne was Mad ||

Maxi ate her lunch by herself as per usual, chomping on her jam sandwhiches and gazing at the swooping seagulls out the dreary window. Maxi had nothing against seagulls; it was just she saw them so much that she often wished a soaring eagle would apear out of nowhere and entertain her for the lonely lunchtime. Jayne was neatly picking out the tomato out of her chicken sandwhich nearby, chatting loud enough for Maxi to hear her entire conversation. "Did you see Xena?" she gasped. Her fans exclaimed on cue. Jayne carried on. "She shot a stinking spit ball out of her dirty mouth and into my lovely hair! It took me half a period to get it all curly and presentable again! I though new girls were so shy that they showed respect to everyone! Especially me!" "Can I sit with you?" came a doubtful ask. Maxi got a terrible fright and spilt red stains all down her sapphire blazer. Xena arranged herself beside her and looked at her intently. "I'm sorry, do you want me to go away?" "No, not at all." shrugged Maxi, shifting over. Her blue and emerald green kilt stuck to what seemed like chewing gum on the floor. "I sort of want company, you know how I feel?" To her suprise, Xena shook her dainty head firmly. "No. Never. I don't feel, eat or go to sleep. My life is one big day and I never get that pained feeling of hunger. I have never felt what you people call fear, or contentedness. I'm different from you." Maxi was gobsmacked. Well, so would you be if a stranger went up to you and said that. "Um, okay? Yeah, and I can't hear or smell anything....? Wait, what game are we playing?" "No game, Maxi. I'm telling the truth. Another truth is that I really want to be your best friend." Xena was certainly full of wonder. Maxi nodded helplessly, her remaining jam sandwhich cascading to the ground.
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 * The Jam Sandwhich ||

//I couldn't believe Maxi said yes to us being friends. I found her so strange yet enchanting, so I hoped she found me that way too. It was exciting having a friendship to work and build on. I was kept on the tips of my hard, ice cold toes for a while, so that I seemed like a wonderful girl.// //My wish worked wonders. Maxi and I became best friends. Conveniently, I lived right down the road from her, so we walked to school each day, whatever the weather. I was tempted to try Maxi's mothers brilliant cooking, but as I can't eat, I was forced to stay out the kitchen. I cant understand why I can't eat, sleep or feel. I guess I'm not like ordinary humans. Oh well, I'm me and that's how I want it to be. You can't tell the sun not to rise in the morning, or the waves not to break on the shore.... Oh my gosh I've been watching too much soap opera at Maxi's. Her Mum's a fanatic. I help Maxi get by all our classes. She can't get over how fast I do work. I can't get over how slow she is. I guess people are right- opposites do attract.// //Okay, I need a little help here. Be my guidance counciller, or whatever Maxi and the others call it. Here goes... I have had this addiction to breaking things. Yesterday I smashed Maxi's stereo and threw it out the window- I don't know if she knows just yet. I also ripped up everyone's test papers this morning, then hid them in a deserted locker. Nobody knows it was me, so I'm safe for now, but what if I can't control my hunger? Help me!//


 * [[image:http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Ox94XHi3pLk/default.jpg width="129" height="103" caption="Maxi's Smashed Stereo"]] ||
 * Maxi's Smashed Stereo ||

Maxi yawned. Sunlight blazed in through her open window, and warmed her through her light sheets. It was these mornings that she looked forward to, where it was cool and breezy outside, but a delicate whoosh of hot air would be felt soon. "Maxine! Time to get up!" called the perfect tone of her mother. Judged by the crashes and bangs from downstairs, Maxi thought she was having another famous tackle with the relucant washing machine. Maxi stifled another unnecessary yawn, and stumbled off her mattress and into the hall. She basically sleepwalked down the stairs and out into the garden, heading for the mailbox. It was daily routine for Maxi to fetch the mail like a good little golden retriever for her mother. Her father no longer lived here; he led another 'snazzier' life in Spain. Out of nowhere, Maxi tripped head over heels over something hard and cold. She was sent cartwheeling into the prickle bushes, and retreated all bloody and cursing under her breath. "Dang prickles." However, what she saw had tripped her up surprised her the most....................... Maxi knelt down and turned into Sherlock Holmes. The spiky black thing that had tripped her up was undoubtedly her stereo. Maxi gasped through her dry, crimson lips. Her stereo was no more. Maxi attempted to pick it up, but it all fell to pieces again, splintering her hands with sharp, jagged edges. There was absolutely no way she could fix it. Even her uncle, who was a top mechanic wouldn't be able to save it. Maxi prodded at it clumsily. Suddenly, a CD popped out. Tears prickled in her eyes. It was her favorite Miley Cyrus CD, cracked and scratched like it had been attacked by a tiger. Maxi's mother eventually came out to see what her daughter was up to, and saw the smashed stereo. "Maxi!" she exclaimed. "How can I trust you with your belongings if you are going to treat them like this? Your poor stereo! You're grounded for a month!" Maxi gaped, too tired and sad to fight back. She got ready for school and left, the heavy weight of being grounded sagging down on her. Xena was waiting for her at the school gates, ignoring the sleet. "What is making you so sad, Maxi?" she asked. Maxi sniffed and leaned towards her best friend. "The most horrible thing." she wept.

//I listened carefully to Maxi but couldn't concentrate as I was trying to think of a lie to make up. So when she finished I began to tell my story, " I saw that blonde snob in your class, sneak through your window and chuck your stereo with your favourite CD out the window" I explained. Maxi looked gobsmacked, "bu-u-t-t, Jayne doesn't know where I live?" Maxi stammered. "Yes she does" I tried to explain calmly. "Bu-u-t-t..." Maxi tried again "but nothing" I butted in. Maxi sighed and sobbed quietly, again I got that feeling for Maxi, but quickly stopped it as I remembered my 'Plot'....

Maxi couldn't believe her ears, to her surprise Xena sounded so...Stupid, just the way she had said it. It didn't sound like Xena at all, in fact Maxi had a sudden idea that Xena had been taken over by aliens or robots... ROBOTS!!! She sounded like a robot, defiantly a robot, but she never thought... " Briiiinng" her thoughts were interrupted by the bell. Great, not, she had English first, which she knew in other words, stood for detention. At break (after detention) she went off and sat in the corner of the classroom, she didn't want to be with anybody, not even Xena. // Today she had whole grain bread!!! She would rather have jam sandwiches, but she was grounded for the whole week, //not// breaking her stereo and is not allowed her favourite sandwiches, NOT FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK!!!!

__ rachies Story __

Once there was a boy called Timmy. He was going on holiday. Timmy was taking his teddy bear on holiday too. When he was in the car, he thought that teddy needed some fresh air but he accidentally drops teddy out the window!   Timmy was just sitting there all quiet. "Timmy?" Mum asked "Yes" Timmy responded "Are you feeling OK ,did we forget something" "Mummy, I let teddy fly out the window and he did not come back"

"Oh" Dad said "We can get you a new teddy at the airport or in Aussie" "Mummy what is Aussie" "Here is a map Timmy" "Thanks daddy" "Wow it's big" The car came to a stop. "Where are we Mummy" "We are at the airport" said Dad "Time to go to Australia" "Yay"Timmy yelled

Timmy walked into the airport and he saw lots of kids and their teddy bears. Poor wee Timmy started to cry. "Timmy why are you crying" His mum asked "Because teddy is not with me" "Come on Timmy lets get you a new teddy"Mum said softly "Ok" Timmy said happily They walked in a teddy bear shop "Which one do you want darling" "Daddy what one do you like" "I don't know" "So which one"Mum asked "The blue dog" Timmy yelled

"Lets buy it daddy" "OK" They all walk up to the counter. "This one please"Dad said politely "That will be $28.00" Dad handed the money to the cashier. "Thank you," said Mum. They walked out of the shop and sat down on a chair. Timmy got the teddy out of the bag. "So what are you going to call it?"Mum asked

"I don't know" said Timmy "What do you think Dad?" "I think that you should called it ... uh, I don't know? Why don't you ask mum?" "Well... "

Meanwhile teddy was brushing himself of and wondering where in the world was he? "Hello? What do we have here?"exclaimed a voice. Teddy jumped at the sound of a voice, but couldn't see anyone. "Oi! Down here!" yelled the voice again. Teddy looked down at his feet and saw a very large beetle sitting on his foot. "Arghhhh" shrieked teddy. "Oops" said the beetle jumping off teddy's foot. "Who are you "asked teddy, after finding his courage again. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mr Fulltummy, and who may I ask are you?" "Er, teddy" "Teddy?" "Yes... What about it?" "Nothing.. Hahahaha" laughed Mr Fulltummy. "Whats so funny!" roared teddy. "It's a stupid name. Don't you have a better one!" "Well I once was called Edward, but..." "Well that's what we're going to call you from now on." said a satisfied Mr Fulltummy. "We're? What do you mean, we're?" "Oh you haven't noticed my wife!" "Your wife? Who... How... Where is your wife?" Teddy managed to stammer. " Your sitting on her." Teddy jumped to his feet, spun around and he... fainted! When teddy woke, the first thing he saw was a humongous beetle staring down at him surrounded by tiny beetles, who were talking very fast and very loud. "This is my wife Ms Bigbum, I'm sorry I didn't introduce her before, because you passed out." Said Mr Fulltummy coming into view on his wife's shoulder. He looked like a flea compared to his wife. "Oh and these are my children." he pointed to the tiny beetles surrounding his wife. "Meet Ab Bc Cd De Ef Fg Gh Hi Ij Jk Kl Lm ..."