Where Thunder Roars

Heres a photo with me and my friends in Poptropica.

Hey, well, i’m in Spain! BARCELONA!! For 9 days, then going to Amsterdam for 1 day.. So I guess I’ll tell you what I did…

Yesteday- woke up at like 9:00 or something and ate cereal… went on computor and packed and headed off for the airport.

Airport- security and stuff… waited and ate a little then boarded plane to Amsterdam.

Flight- it was nice. The people gave us snacks and drinks very often and had dinner and breakfast.. 8 hour flight.

Airport Again- waited 2 hours. Boarded plane to Barcelona. boring flight.. nothing… Just gave us a cheese sandwich… Which I didn’t eat. =P 2 hour flight.

Airport AGAIN- had REALLY EXPENSIVE RIP OFF PLAIN PASTA and didn’t eat all of it. best airport out of the three.. hehe. LADY GAGA LOOKIN LIKE PEOPLE! lolz only a few.

Taxi- cool ride. took us to the hotel.. nice hotel, right out in the open, not on a hidden highway, like a downtown place.. THE GROUND KEEPS SHAKING EVERY MINUTE!!! is it normal??

a the hotel waiting to get the room..

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEP!!!! i’ll give ya updates for tomorrow. KIRBY MEOW!! (>^-^)> <(^-^<)

I NEED this dress on Poptropica! I don’t have a screen shot, cuz it’s so hard to find, but it’s light blue, plaid, kind of a rocker girl thing, with a belt that has a lightning bolt on it. I thought it came from the PJ&O ad, but the only problem is that I can’t find the ad! I just tried age 15, but it won’t show up! HELP!

Hey, this is Loud Shark. I wanna thank Poptropical Thunder for letting me join. Thx!! This is my blog: http://loudshark.wordpress.com/ . I’ll be helping out. Well, ok, bye bye.

I hope someone out there remembered… Ah, I remember last year, when I just started commenting on the PHB… Anyways, now I am officially 10 years old on June 23, 2010!

Hey everyone. School is out which means I am back and my fullest attention back to the blogging world! I have missed everyone throughout the school year and can’t wait to get back in the swing of things. I am hoping this summer will be great and my blog will be amazing (like Poptropical Thunder’s Blog!) If you would like to come back for another amazing summer let me know and comment. If you would not like to be part of this blog anymore thats fine too. Just let me know. And thanks too all who have made my blog possible. (You know who you are!)

~GN~

(Thanks Poptropical Thudner for letting me be a part of this blog! It’s so popular!)

The day they were born was a magical moment. Twins, Iris and Angel, with Iris being 3 minutes older. This is something she had bragged and annoyed Angel about for 10 years, now that they are 12.

Angel’s P.O.V-

I woke up literally on the wrong side of the bed, the left. This is always an accident, but whenever I do this, which is rarely, it’s gonna be a bad start of the week. Yeah, Monday, and the last day of school. I throw on jeans and a graphic tee, along with sloppily tying my converse, with the odd feeling of.. guilt from waking up on that particular side.

I brushed my teeth, and my untangled straight brown hair, then took a peek in my sister’s room, not wanting to wake her. She would say, “Good Morning little sister!” just because of that darn three minutes.. She always woke up on the left side, but as I got closer, she opened her eyes and jumped off to the right. She looked down at her bed and said in her sleeping voice, “Did I just wake up on the right side of the bed.. Oh no, bad day..” I raise my eyebrows at her. “And I woke up on the Left side.” I said. She sighed.

My sister and I always have weird things in our lifes because we’re twins and named after things in the heavens. We were taught to believe these things at age 4.. And read books about it.

I always woke up early, but that rule didn’t apply to my sister at all, she slept as much as she could.. We ate a waffle each, grabbed out lunches out the fridge and went out the door to the bus.

ONce it came, she got on first, because of the 3 minutes crisis, and me last. This is why I practically hate her. Why we have seperate rooms… You get the idea. By the time it was my best friend’s stop, she walked on, about to sit with her cheerleading-best friend, Rubenesque, but I waved at her and she came to my seat and sat. Rubenesque glared at me. I really don’t care for that little popular brat. Sophie, my best friend just hung out with her in the cheerleading squad so she would be more popular, and it actually worked. The only times she wasn’t acting out her fake popular act was when she was with me. I really hate seeing them two giggle and whisper secrets. Last friday they sat toghether and looked at me while whispering. Just thinking about this seriously makes me not want to be her friend, but she is a good friend around me..

A few minutes later, I told Sophie, “I’m sorry, but you really don’t need to be a miss. Popular around here. I mean, it gives you attention, but they really don’t have any friends. The regular ones with the good personalities end up with the most friends. You don’t need to change anything else but she drop the popular act. I’m serious.” She looked down at her dumb high heels. “I guess you’re right. No, wait, not! um, Sorry, my me and Rubenesque agreed we’d move on and not be your friends. I’m sorry, you just seem lame,” she said. SHe said it a little loudly, and kept looking at Rubenesque while saying this. Ruby (rubenesque) gave me a narrow eyed smile and winked. Sophie looked at me with sad eyes and looked down at her high heels once again.

Okay, I may not be Miss. Popular, but I’m the far by strongest, according to coach, and I was right then fixing to punch Ruby in the face, no matter how many people were looking. My anger stirred up. I can’t believe Sophie got pulled into this little trick, agreeing to do this. Maybe this was a ‘if-ya-don’t-do-this-our-friendship-will-go-down-the-drain’ kinda thing. Sophie would really choose her over me. Actually, since that’s over, I really don’t care so much at this moment. I look back at my sister in the back seat, who was listening to all this, and she raises her eyebrows and shakes her head. I smile and nod.

Uh, I guess end of Chapter one? I dunno… If you want another chapter just comment… =P I was bored.

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EDIT: Sorry guys, this wasn’t supposed to appear on this site.