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iTwixie asked @ddchic a couple of questions to help you get to know her. Have fun reading her answers and the story she submitted for Writer of the Month.
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site de rencontre luxembourgeois payant ddchic: I like it when I can put some humor into my story or some suspense!
iTwixie: If you could be any character from any book, who would you choose to be?
je cherche femme célibataire ddchic: Surprisingly, I would like to be Nikki from Dork Diaries by Rachel Renee Russell because she’s just like me
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iTwixie: What kind of feedback would you like to hear from iTwixie girls? a) editing ideas b) where they would like the plot to go c) what they like best from this chapter d) other (your choice)
you could look here ddchic: d) I would love iTwixie girls to act out my story as if it was a play and then share it on video on iTwixie!
Here is the story @ddchic developed from the prompt for this month’s Writer of the Month. (the prompt is in quotes and bold print.)
Read it and let us know what you think in the comments section below:
see here “Yellow eyes peered through the darkness. My fire burned bright between me and those eyes. A cat? Dog? Bear? I wondered. Then I heard footsteps and a…”
ghostly figure came upon me. I noticed the figure looked quite familiar. Then the noise it made, made me a bit scared and I became frightened. I backed away, then suddenly a roar! I screamed so loudly the whole campsite heard me. Finally, I noticed it was my obnoxious enemy, Keisha. She was wearing a “stupid” mask to scare me. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t fuss her out at all. So instead of doing that, I took out my diary and wrote some things I know I can’t say out loud like, “ughh what are you doing here Keisha?”
“I see you’re writing in your stupid little diary,” Keisha said.
“Well, yes I am, Keisha. But at least my ‘stupid little diary’ has more book smarts than you.”
After she heard that, she had a little hissy fit and sashayed to her pink glittery tent. I mean, I can’t be jealous, that’s so juvenile but really?! Who has a pink glittery tent? Which gives me more reason to not like her. Luckily, my friend Star came and invited me to her tent before mess. Keisha made another stupid comment on how wonderful she is and how plain my friend is. Any who, Star said she has a plan. So my friend makes any type of clothing. She said I could give Keisha a nice pink hat with glitter, of course. I was like, who brainwashed you into thinking that Keisha was nice? She didn’t let me finish. It’s a hat filled with a clear gel that will show up all green when she takes it off.
Then, I said, “that’s why I love you, Star.”
“Yup, I’m the best.”
“Yeah, I know that. But how am I going to give it to her? She’s just gonna kick me out of her tent. Especially while she is having her party in her teennnt!”
“See, you’re catching on,” Star said. “You can give it to her as an party gift and get, surprisingly, thanked! Or rudely, get kicked out. If she wears it and takes it off while she dances, then, boom, she’ll be screaming through the roof once she checks her hair in her mirror.”
“Ok! That’s the best plan you and I have ever come up with, Star.”
And the plan went great. Next thing you know, she came over to Star’s and my tent with green glowing hair. Fortunately, that was the color she doesn’t like. She came to the tent furious, her eyes were as green and evil as her hair was.
She shouted, “BLUE! DUNCAN! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
“What did we do? Star said.
“Yeah, we were just sitting here,” I said.”Oh yeah, you like the present I gave you?” I smirked.
“What do you think, Alexandria? Because your stupid hat made my hair look hideous!!!!”
“Like that’s the only thing that looks hideous,” Star whispered to me.
Keisha must have heard us cuz she got even madder.
“What’s wrong with the hat, Keisha? You never know it may be your secretly cheap conditioner you keep using.”
“UGHHHH, IM NOT FINISHED WITH YOU YET ALEXDRIA BLUE!!!”
“ok?” I said.
She sashayed away to her tent. Ugh, I can’t stand it when she sashays. Any who, Star and I had a fun little party of our own, a slumber party : ) Star gave me this cute hairstyle and I gave her one even cuter. Then we did each other nails. Afterwards, all the camp goers had to gather around the campfire and tell stories and sing. Of course, little miss perfect had to tell the best story and sing the best song. Even though she stinks at singing, everyone applauds. They’re scared she’s gonna claw their eyes out. When I sang my perfect song in my perfect voice people were beginning to clap, until Keisha forcefully looked into people eyes and told them not to clap. But that didn’t effect Star’s ability to be a best friend and clap for me.
Next day at camp:
My horrible hair plan backfired, everybody acted as if they loved her new hair. Then she turned it into big curls and made people like it even more. Man, I can’t stand her. Well, if she ever stops being perfect, will I ever stop writing in this diary? I guess we’ll see.
The next year:
I’m back at camp lame for another summer. The last time, I had a laugh here when Star and I decided to give Keisha a new hair color. That plan pretty much backfired with all the suck ups at this camp
…AND WHO IS THAT?!?! he was the most perfect, most beautiful, most handsome, most athletic boy I have ever seen and not one zit or ugly laugh line on his face. The only other time I saw someone this cute was when the weather man got botox that made his face look 20 years younger. Yup, he was that hot. I wanted to say, “Hi, welcome to camp.” But he was playing football with the boys. Boys and their stupid love for football.
So I just went to a place to set up my tent, until I saw two big wood cabins. I went to my counselor and I asked her what was up with the two big cabins.
She happily said, “this year you are sleeping with the girls in one and the boys will sleep in the other cabin.
“You don’t mean…NOOOOOOOOO!!!! I HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH KEISHA?!?!?!”
“Yup,” she said with lots of joy.
Okay, I know this is going to be the worst summer ever. Luckily, I overheard Keisha talking to Ms. Jones saying she’s not going to sleep in the cabin because the covers are a 3 thread count and because Star and I were going to sleep in the same room with her. Wow, I can’t believe she said that! This a 4 thread count not 3. I know you were probably expecting me to say something about Star and me, but I really don’t care because — well, we don’t care. Oh, and I have some bad news. Star has cancer. I know shocking. All her hair fell out and now she wears this wig. Fortunately, she has this long pretty brown wig that she can curl and things like that. So her hair Is going to be way better than Keisha’s.
When she came in, Star looked swagged out. She had an Ally type of swag, you know Austin and Ally. So, you know, her outfit looked good. She had a white denim jacket then a blue shirt with white stripes. Then she had the cutest white jeans and some cute black combat boots. I so wanted to steal her clothes. But I know I can borrow them, so asking her would be an easier way of saying I so want your swag.
She gave me a big hug and said, “Now who is that?” She looked in that beautiful boys direction.
“Oh, I don’t know his name but isn’t he cute,” I sighed, and looked at the nameless wonder.
She snapped me out of my mini day dream and said, “No, not him! HIM!” She pointed at one of my friends named Tommy.
I said, “ewwwww, why do you like him?”
She looked at me and said, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Well he’s not really the apple of my eye, if you know what I mean.”
“Well, I’m going to talk to him.”
She walked away then. She was right there when, BOOM, Keisha got right in front of her and kissed Tommy. “Hey babe, I see your playing football with your friends.”
Star was crushed. She walked away and shed no tears, because she’s so strong. I noticed while Star walked away, Keisha saw the new boy and blew him a kiss. Then he looked around all confused. Then he looked at her and said, “eww.” I guess stuck up, pink and glitter loving evil girls aren’t his type…GOOD!
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