Hard To Do by Lulu

Wow. Just now, my my favorite girly told me something awful. The guy she has been head over heals for just told her......he doesn't think she can love him enough, OMG WTF? HOW WOULD HE KNOW? If he had been as awesome a guy as i thought, he would have told her the truth. She deserved at least that much. So please guys and girls on Mother Earth, tell the truth. I know its hard, but please. Its like my favorite song that goes like this....
"If you huged someone everyday, it would maaake this world beeetter! If we all told the truth, it would maaaake this world beeetter! La la laaa!"

Hunger by KiRa

Hunger
by KiRa

The steep, faded brick building was clear against the evening mist. A solitary man snapped the lock on the front door shut and shuffled onto the street. “Ah…” he muttered. “February is so dismal.” The man sighed, his massive pot belly rising and falling with fatigue. A crisp, black business suit adorned him, but the man’s face was anything but fresh. Withered with age and weary from work, his expression was dreary. The puddles along the street glistened while the gentleman desperately tried to avoid them. He winced as he felt his foot submerge into the murky water. The man glanced about, hoping for a taxi, but the street was deserted. Or was it?
The man heard a scuttling, beginning as soft as a pesky rodent and growing to a piercing still. He smiled, completely satisfied to be going home after a long day. Absently, the man kicked a hefty box out of the street. Suddenly the air turned stale, and the container began to rattle. A face peered out of the carton… the face of a peculiar little girl. The man stared in alarm at the horrendous sight of the child. Her faint blue eyes were like sinking ships, buried in sadness and nestled in the almost translucent skin that covered her face.
The girl’s lips, gray with cold, formed one word: “Food.” The man tried to take it all in… her limp blond hair… the flesh hanging off her bones.
“Yes, child. I have food. You may have my sandwich.” he declared, his voice very stiff, yet friendly.
“Food?” Her voice was raspy, like a middle-aged smoker. Air, an iceberg of air, puffed out of her mouth as though she were a young dragon. “Food…please.” He boisterously unwrapped a sandwich in wax paper, and it echoed in the dim street. The girl snatched it from his hands, stuffing the bread and cheese into her mouth ferociously. Surprised, the man nervously backed away.
“Well, I best be on my way!” he attempted, somewhat cheerfully. But the girl was possessed. Her eyes were now a stronger blue, the pupils practically filling them with a cold, eerie black.
“More food.” she demanded. The man felt a disturbance at the same time as a huge gust of wind blew the box away and the girl began to weep.
“Good day, child!” he bellowed, almost too upset to move. However, the girl was now a siren, wailing.
“I need food!” she shrieked, her frail body shuddering uncontrollably as she sobbed.
Drops of sweat from unease trailed down the man’s face as he anxiously gaped at the child’s tantrum: obviously a product of starvation. The puddles in the street grew to the size of a small pool, filled with the odd soup of sweat and tears. The man grimaced at the path of water down the girl’s cheeks. Finally, he could take it no more.
“Child! My goodness, where are your parents?”
“Parents? I live in a box!” she exclaimed, chuckling grimly at the misery of her life. “I lived in a grand house. It was deep in the countryside, surrounded by beauty and nature. Now I live in the city. Hah! My mother looked like an angel with golden locks and eyes like the sea. My father, well…he liked to hurt me and Momma.” She gingerly revealed her thigh, a canyon of scars. The worst was a long, inch-thick gash. “I ran away from home. I’m hungry, sir!” she pleaded.
The man’s jaw was hanging open, partly in shock that the girl was so eloquent, along with pity for her awful situation.
“I am so sorry. What have you been eating?” he asked tentatively.
“Mostly scraps I can find, sir. Last week I came across a banana!” She looked so genuinely excited that he had to inquire: “How long have you been out here?”
“I think I was eleven when I left home… so maybe a year? I’m about twelve!” She smiled through her pain. He offered her his hand.
“Would you like to come for tea?”
“Yes.” She took his hand. A new life was beginning.




Hope you like it! It's an original short story. :P Sorry about the paragraphing! :D

KiRa Feels Hopeful

I'm hopeful that someday we're gonna have a better planet. That someday people won't be afraid to really be themselves, you know?
I like this guy... but he wants me to change for him. And I want to be me. So I'm showing him how great I am without change!
Love yourself. You won't get anywhere if you don't.

Let's Discuss Peer Pressure with KiRa

Ah, the wonders of PowerPoint. I really love it. But that's not what I'm going to talk about today. Today we're discussing peer pressure.

The other day, I had this strange dream that Lulu was selling me weed. And it scared me a lot. Naturally, knowing her, she isn't really going to do that, but I'm sure someone else will! So that's why everyone should know that if a guy tries to rape you, you should punch him in their groin. And if a woman tries to sexually molest you, punch her nose, because noses hurt... you know?

Last night Lulu hit my nose... by accident, I think. But it hurt. So yes.

Bahaha. Why am I laughing? This isn't funny!

Shout Out To Gays From Lulu

Hmmm....could you answer this? If the world had no gay people, were would Rainbows be? I mean....SERIOUSLY RAINBOWS ROCK BUT WHAT MAKES THEM EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL IS THAT THERE THE GAY SYMBOL. Yesh...i love you homosexuals.

A Normal Conversation.

KiRa: Whoa... we have a blog now!

Lulu: Psh noo we always had one in our hearts. But now its in cyberspace.

KiRa: I remember when my mom told me to never have a blog, because people could stalk me. Little does she know, I stalk people via Facebook. Mwahahaha.....

Lulu: Ohhhh i know....except i don't think my Pet Fish Trevor knows at all....hhhhmmmm.

KiRa: Have you fallen in love? I'm really hopeless. And a romantic. Yeah.

Lulu: Ok! Now its time for my famous psycho-analysis! DAN DAN DAN...So, have you ever had a dream where a cornflake raped Trevor?

KiRa: YOU'RE CHEATING ON JENNIFER! WITH DAN AND TREVOR! What the fuck? God, Lulu. You will break poor, innocent, unathletic Jennifer's heart, ok? It will SPLINTER!

Lulu: OH MY MERLIN'S BAGGY X-FRONTS! I AM NOT! Psh, the only way Jen is innocent is if I'm a teacup. JEN IS AWFUL. *sniff* *sniff*

KiRa: She loves It. Jennifer is an It. Anyway, I want a million dollars. Where's my fucking money?!

Lulu: I doooon't love It. I shall never love It. OK?

KiRa: WORLD PEACE! :D

Lulu: I won't eat peas, or carrots or fishfingers. But Lola, those are CHOREKIE!

KiRa: She's insane.