I think you know that Gloria is my little sister, but there are some cool facts that you probably didn’t know about her, that even Coco doesn’t know! Or Andy. For example, when she was born, she was practically bald until she was 2 years old.
She told me that when I held her when she was a few hours old, she said that I felt like a blanket. She felt like a hot water bag to me. When she was older, a little bit, my dad took a picture of her in only a diaper, still almost bald, holding a roll of toilet paper, smiling like she was a mad genius. You can see it at the pictures part of my dad’s site. . . . Also, a few years after that, I think, she was wearing a snowsuit. A pink one. It’s so cute! Oh, and, when she was four or something, she put a shawl-like thing on the carpet, and, wearing her underwear and a shirt, started dancing to some music! There are some pictures about that, too. Then, she started to grow. And made more facts to put on here, like when she won Scrabble. And thought bugs were cuter than babies. And thought her friend that was a boy was cute. She’s really interestingly annoyingly cutely crazily weird. And right now, as I’m typing, she’s bored out of the Earth, she says. Ooookay. Well, bye for now!:)
Gloria
What’s Going On Now
I have been writing stories for a while, right? So I decided I would write a actual book. I’m working on it now. It’s about a Lady for the Queen of China, in 1897 to 1910. Basically everyone in it is fake, by the way. The Lady, La’an, is chosen to go to Paris, France. Then, they go and meet Princess Isabelle of France. She helps them home. And I’m gonna type it on the computer somewhere. And after the writing part, someone will help me find a publisher, and I will e-mail my story to that person. The story is called ‘La’an’s Journey’. A while ago I was doing research for, since it was long ago.
An hour ago, I watched a movie from Disney. It was ‘The Princess and the Frog.’ Not that good. . .
Ok, if you want more details of my story, comment! Yay!
Skytrain Stories II
Once, on a Skytrain(Number 13), a woman was who was sitting in it had a quick heart attack. And another one, much bigger. All of a sudden, the Skytrain stopped, the windows opened and the lady fell out. The Skytrain’s windows closed, and it continued moving. The people in Number 13 rushed out at the closest station, and told EVERYONE there not to ever, ever go on it. No one did. A year later, a young lady, who didn’t see the number on a Skytrain, got on Number 13(When people stopped going on Number 13, the people stopped sending it out. It only comes out when other Skytrains are out of comission). When she smelled the old leather smell, and the empty-ness of the Skytrain, she realized it was Number 13. She tried to get out. So she ran to the end of the Skytrain. A foggy mist appeared and a ghost of the lady who died appeared. The ghost-lady pointed at the door. The Skytrain stopped, and the doors opened. The lady was so scared, she jumped into the sea below. She swam to the shore, alive, and well.
THE END
Skytrain Stories I
P.S. These stories are all fake. I made them up. Enjoy!
Years ago, a young man was getting a Skytrain ticket. That time, tickets were smaller than they were now, and they had a purple line on top. A madman was behind a advertisment, and in is hand was a gun. The madman leaped up and shot the man in the back. He died. The one ticket he bought was still in the slot. The young man didn’t even touch it. A writer who was a witness wrote in a book that if you ever buy a ticket, and a old-fashioned looking ticket comes out, don’t touch it and run away.
12 years later, when the tickets looked like they did now, a man that looked strangely like the guy who died came to the ticket buying machine and clicked 1 ticket. He got his 1 ticket, but another ticket popped out. It was a very old one. He suddenly remembered the ticket and started running away. Some people who saw ran away, too. All of a sudden, the doors closed, and the man was stuck inside. He cried for help. A low moaning sound seemed to come out of the ticket slot. It echoed through the absolutely empty station. Then, blood started trickling through the slot. A grayish limp hand popped out, then an arm, then the entire body. The ghost of the madman appeared beside the man and he almost fainted. The ghost held a ghostly gun. The grayish figure that came out of the slot was so hideous and scary looking, that the man slumped down and seemed to be dead. The zombie figure then used the new fashioned ticket to a secret slot and the ticket booth opened. Tons of Zombie figures fell out and picked the dead man up. To the same fate they were in, to only be let out when a zombie put a old fashioned ticket out every 5 years. The End of Story 1!
A Forest
I forgot to tell you about the time my sister, my dad, and I went for a walk at the forest. Pictures say more than words, so here is a picture:
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The BBQ with Gloria’s Friend
Last night, Emily, Gloria’s friend, and her parents came over and we had a BBQ dinner. Well, it took a while to get everything ready and everyone seated. When we started, almost everyone was starving! The patio table was turned into a buffet table, and the wooden bench was where the BBQ thingy was. A red table was in the middle of a circle of chairs, like a campsite. Here is a delicious list of what we ate:
First, we ate grilled vegetables on a strange skewer. Emily’s parents and my parents ate cooked/grilled GARLIC. Ewwwww! For me, anyway. Then Mom got the Chinese BBQ sauce covered chicken legs and wings, and we ate that, too. And beef kebabs. And lamb ribs. And my mom squeezed some watermelon and I got watermelon juice. And fruit salad. And corn, tiny potatoes, and tons of salads. Guess what? I managed to try everything, and it was all good! But not the garlic. That’s that!
P.S. I’ve got some really scary stories about Skytrains. I’ll share them next time! 
My Journey to Downtown:D
Hey people! Did you like my newest story? I do! Also, I had to get a new passport. Well, actually, everyone but Gloria did. So, we went to Downtown Vancouver. Oh yeah, if you want a summary of the adventure, go to Gloria’s Blog. Here is my journey:
I took a Skytrain to Waterfront, then we “arrived” at Sinclair Centre, which I don’t like, cause it’s a big, empty space. And I found a tiny washroom to make myself feel better. . . no details to that! Anyway, after the washroom incident, we looked at a very colourful map and we found the passport place which is called “Passport Canada”. We did the things we needed to do (you know, show the passport information, pictures, etc. Oh yeah, and. . . ), then we got our “ticket” and we sat in the rows of chairs and. . . we waited for 45 minutes, I think. Good thing I brought books, and my mom had the DS. Then we went to get the passport stuff. And I said I wanted to go home, BUT. . . .that was only the beginning of a memorable journey.
We went near the Seawall! Okay, not a big accomplishment but still! And then we saw the 5 flag thingy, and a huge ship (to me, anyway). Then we go attracted to some art. Which I think is the Vancouver University of Art or something. We saw a statue made from sand (the sand statue was a picture of the sea underwater) and a “digital orca whale”! It was made out of black and white blocks. And some grey ones. Oh, and I saw the exterior Olympic torch lighting place. When you look closely, though, the “ice” it seems to be made out of, is actually glass with “cracks”. My mom told me that the torch thingy lights up at night. I knew that because at the bottom of each ice/glass thingy, there is a light. One of the torch thing that I saw was fuchsia-coloured. And on the other side of the place was a blue raindrop shaped thing. After, we got hungry, so we went to Waterfront Centre. We checked out some cool things and a hotel connected to it. Then we finally got to the food court. We could’ve chose anything in the food court, but we chose Tim Hortons. My mom chose a Ham Swiss sandwich combo, which included a doughnut and a drink. My mom chose brown, toasted bread and coffee with no sugar, just cream. The doughnut was for Gloria, who chose a chocolate one with coconut pieces. She also got apple juice. I then got a Canadian Maple, which is like a holeless doughnut with cream instead of a hole, and maple frosting on top. Delicious! Just in case we were hungry after, I bought 10 Timbits. Then. . . .
We went to the Skytrain station and we went home. On one line, Gloria and I got to sit at the beginning! But it was too loud, so I resumed my old seat. When we got to the ‘Brentwood Town Centre ‘station, we started walking home. Near the mall, it was hotter, so we went in the mall. Inside, my mom sat down with the I-pod Touch, so Gloria and I checked out the kittens. I even saw one fart!:P Then we finally headed home. when we got home, I found out I had a welt-like thing on my heel! I must’ve walked too much.
Then for dessert, I had the Timbits. MMmm!
(New Record! 582 words!)
The Angel in the Tree(7)
The next day, Lanie and Medy ate breakfast and flew to the tree. Landing perfectly at the door, Markee let them in and they headed toward THE Room. This time, Jle and Kaard were there, too, with Warshi and Meerh. Markee was staying today. Chervy Ann smiled, and said,”Welcome, Laneelella and Meredith. As you can see, almost the whole Council has assembled today, in your honor.” She paused. “Or in your un-honor. . . “,finished Jle. 1 hour later. . .
“In conclusion to our meetings, you are allowed to see each other if you do not tell anyone about us,”Chervy Ann paused dramatically, and continued,”and we ask you a great favor.” “What now?”Medy questioned. “Actually, Marianne asked you guys. Meredith. Please be Ane’s friend. It will be much simpler to us, and you don’t need to keep any secrets. But she might appear quite headstrong sometimes, but, she’s not the only one. . . “,Kaard’s voice trailed off. Medy felt very relieved and went straight to Lanie”s house. Weeks later, Medy and Ane went to the woods to Lanie’s home. Starting from that day, they always thought of totally crazy ideas to play and make together.
What a happy ending! so. . .
THE END
The Angel in the Tree(6)
So they sat. Medy looked around and saw a imp wearing a soften bark suit and a fairy wearing a bell shaped petal dress, with a green stem belt. The imp’s name was Mister Meerh Petunia, and the fairy was Missus Warshi Queen. Warshi saw Medy and snickered, thinking Who does this human think she is? Meerh tapped his piece of charcoal, stood up, and said,”Medy, dahhhling, I’ve heard you do not have any friends besides Lanie, right?” Nod, nod. “Why do you want to be Lanie’s friend, not Ane, eh? She is Lanie’s friend’s human. Like you guys! Sadly, Marianne, the angel, was banished.” Cackle, cackle. Lanie suddenly realized what they were getting her into, since Marianne went to the library yesterday. “No, she isn’t ,ah, banished.” Chervy Ann sorta paled, but spoke again about Ane and Marianne, thinking up millions more horrible punishments. Warshi then, given a signal by Chervy Ann, said that they could come tomorrow, to talk more about it, and the rest of the council will discuss it. Lanie breathed a sigh of relief and they flew back to Lanie’s home. As they ate mint pie and bark tea, Medy brought up the subject of Ane. “Um, Lanie, did you know that Ane is my, well, Science partner? Yes, I know, unbelievable. Whenever I mention magic, her eyes light up, and she tells me she met a magician. I guess Marianne was the “magician”!” Medy smiled in spite of herself. She walked over to the bookshelf and found a story called ‘The Fairy Angel’. She settled down and read it. The next day . . . .
To be continued tomorrow or so. . . .
The Angel in the Tree(5)
When they met by the tree, they hurried inside the the door where they wrote their names on the guestbook. Then, they sat on the nutshell and leaf-lined chairs and waited. 2 fairies sat and chatted about the latest new hairstyle. 4 imps added their names on a cork board, while 8 other angels read the magazines on the shelf. A boy angel ina uniform walked in and looked at a similar guestbook and read Medy and Lanie’s names. “Follow me to the Room.”he said. They stood up and hurried after him. Into the Room they went. Carefully. But when they reached the Room’s doors, Markee, the boy, turned to the wall on their right, opened the fire alert light and put in a secret password.”This is THE Room”, he said. He grinned, and they walked in. Medy was amazed. Lanie was still thinking about what’ll happen now then being surprised. “Welcome to the Council, I am Chervy Ann, the president of the Council. Sit down, please.” The angel that said it was wearing a petal and leaf suit, her green and purple hair in a curly bun. They sat down in seats with their name on it, and . . . . .
To be continued. . . .few days. . .later. .
