Hiya! This is my little "blog" world. Well, not really little, but the size doesn't matter.
Name: Fishy-chan
Age: 1,000,000
Location of my house: On the ground
Likes: Anime. But only the good ones. Frogs, food, but only tasty food, when my friends fall in holes, vocaloids, my friends, you, theO, rusty spoons, etc.
Dislikes: When I run out of the stuff
DA account: xlolfishx
Instructions for use: Serve with or without broth as desired
*For the Christmas challenge*
Growing up in Australia I had never experienced a white Christmas, but always wished to. That’s why I was ecstatic when my father told me we had won a Christmas holiday in America. For 8 years I had wanted to tough snow and now I finally would. Even though the flight wasn’t for another two weeks I packed my bag that night.
Each day passed slowly, dragging on forever, but soon it came to the big day. I had never been to the airport before. Since it was December there were Christmas decorations everywhere. It was also my first time flying, so understandably, I was as nervous as hell!
Once the plane was up and flying my heart started to accelerate. “Don’t worry,” my mother said calmly, “everything will be fine.” I believed her. I could always count on my mother to pull through. The only problem as she was wrong.
Somewhere in the air, between Georgia and South Carolina the engines failed. After that everything moved so fast. The entire plane was falling towards the ground. The pilot used all the skill he could to land the planes safely, but alas, the nose of the plane was smashed to pulp. Only those at the end of the plane were still alive. Lucky my family and I were at the back.
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was smoke. When I tried to breathe it just filled my lungs. I coughed until my thought was sore, but that wasn’t the only thing that was sore. My left leg was bleeding and I couldn’t walk on it. All around me was rubble. I could hear screaming and panic, both inside the plane and outside. “Karen! Karen!” I heard my mother screaming my name and immediately turned around. She was clutching her arm. I could see blood seeping through her fingers. I crawled towards her as quickly as I could and gave her a big hug.
“Crawl out the plane, there are rescue crews out there.” She whispered in my ear.
“But what about dad?” I cried.
“He’s helping others escape dear. Please, go save yourself.”
And with that I gave her another hug and clambered out the plane.
I was greatly disappointed when I stepped out. It wasn’t snowing. The ground was bare. After all this I still hadn’t experienced snow. A man ran up and grabbed me and pulled me away from the plane. The plane then suddenly burst into flames. “Mummy!” I cried out as tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes. “Calm down” said the man, but I didn’t listen to him. I squirmed out of his arms, and despite my leg, ran towards the plane.
It was even harder to see than before and the flames were scorching my skin. “Mum? Dad?” no one replied. I saw them both lying on the floor of the plane unconscious. I prodded them but they did not wake. I grabbed my mother’s arm and pulled her towards the exit. Once she was at the door, I turned back and did the same with my father, only I didn’t get back all the way. The burden was just too much to bear, and I too fell unconscious.
The people outside started to worry and despite the rescue worker’s wishes, returned to the wreckage to save my mother, father and I from the hell inside the plane. Eventually we were all awake, sitting around the debris of the plane. At that point I didn’t care that it wasn’t snowing, I was just glad to be with my family. All of the passengers had worked together to get us out safely. It wasn’t the Christmas holiday I had expected, but the incident had given me a new perspective on life. Then, just as if to cheer me up, I felt a snowflake fall on my nose. Then another on my hand as it started to snow down upon us.
It just goes to show that being together with your family in the best gift of all.
Even though it's the weekend I had to get up early so I could go to the book slae to but the text books I need for next year. We got there at 8:10 and were about tenth in the queue. My frinds got there at 7:10 and were first in the queue. It didn't even open until 9:00, so yeah, we were ealry, because if you're not ealry you get to be in the queue 20 meters away from the door. It's liike queuing at a con.
Let's see, I like pokemon, yu-gi-oh, lucky star, death note, bleach, professor Layton, neon genisis evangelion and full metal alchemist. That list was in no order. Also, my favourite characters would be: Marik (yu-gi-oh), Jigglypuff (pokemon), Kagami (lucky star) and L (death note). That was also in no order. I'm not big on blood and gore, emo or gothic, or creepy things, but I like cute things. I love frogs. And cats too. And I LOVE lolita!
I have to write a 500 word essay all tonight. Oh boy. I also have HEAPS of maths revision home work for maths. You know, I'm over 3 years ahead in maths when compared to my friend, who's over a year older than me. Ha! I'm smart!
In my dream I was at my friend Lowana's house. I was in her bedroom looking at these Professor Layton figurines she had on top of a chest of drawers. But they weren't any odinary figurines, they were singing figurines. I theen got a screwdriver, and one by one, listened to the music. They played music from the Professor Layton games. Also, I had to use a screwdriver because the buttons are like the reset buttons you get on things. The kind that don't stick out so you need something thin to reach them. As I was listening to one of the figurines, it started to turn into a figurine of a saxaphone, and started playing a saxphone solo, but I didn't really notice. Then Lowana's brother came in the room. His name was Tom and he looked about 17/18. (In real life Lowana doesn't have any brothers called Tom, and none of her brothers are younger than 20.) He then started complaining that the saxaphone solo was really annoying, so he took the thing away from me. That made me angry, so I went to complain to Lowana. As I approached her I then decided instead of speaking to her normally, I would do something else instead. It was because I looked at her hair. (She has hair that looks exactly the same as Haruhi Fujioka's.) I ran towrads her with my arms out ready for a hud and yelled "Haru-chan!!!" in Honey's voice.
Now I call Lowana Haru-chan.
Also, today I found out what year 10 subjects I have next year. I have music (Yush!) AND drama (double yush!!) and graphic design (Yush!) and food tech! (yush yush yush!) and textiles (oh noes! I can't sew well at all, and the textiles teacher is the meanest teacher in the whole school.) and all the other compulsarary classes.
