The Day I Died

I'll do a proper Halloween post tomorrow, but I'm at my sister's and she's got really crappy internet, so here's the story I sent in for Charli's competition - that I won! It's not very good, but I hope ya'll like it! It's called THE DAY I DIED.

The day was dark. The air was cold. Leaves danced around my feet as I lay on the hard, unforgiving concrete of the street’s floor.
I struggled to get up, but was held down by two, strong, hairy arms. Then, a sharp flash of pain in my neck, and the lights went out.

My name is Robyn Jones and it has been 363 days since Karlie died. 363 days since Karlie was murdered. And I’m going to take revenge.

‘Martyl Grenieve? No, sorry sweetcheeks, but there’s never been no Martyl Grenieve in this town. He ain’t exist in this part of the city.’
‘Oh. Thanks anyway.’
I walked out of The Thomas Patrick Library, with yet another failed attempt at finding her killer heavily sitting on my shoulders.
‘Martyl Grenieve, you wanted?’
I shot back from the man who’d jumped out straight in front of me, right from the middle of nowhere.
He repeated himself. ‘You asked for a Martyl Grenieve, did you not?’
His voice was so low, it was hard to separate it from the wind.
‘Y-yes.’ I stuttered, before standing up tall with my chin high in the air and my chest puffed out in mock-confidence. ‘You know him?’
‘Know him? I used to be best friends with the guy. Before he tried to kill me.’
‘Look, I don’t even know your name. Let’s have food, and I’ll tell you all about it.’

As I walked into the Castle Café at 8:00pm, a shiver went down my spine. Martyl had given me eternal life, why would I want to take revenge on him? But then the memories came flooding back. A piercing scream, a deafening ambulance siren, Karlie lying face down in a pool of her own blood…
The man from this morning was standing in front of me.
‘Huh?’ I asked, confused.
‘Your eyes… it was like you were going to slap me or something. You were in a trance and…’ He pointed to my arm. Red, sharp streaks of blood swam down my arm and into a puddle on the floor. I looked at my other hand. I was holding a fork.
‘We need to talk,’ he said. ‘Now.’
His name is Daniel O’Hara, and he works with M15.
‘Why are you telling me all this? I asked. ‘I could turn on you. I could expose what you’re telling me to the whole world. Why risk it?’
‘Because I know you have to tell me some things, too.’ He glanced down at my bloodied arm, and I grimaced. Ever since the… incident, I’ve been having flashbacks. Except, they’re not flashbacks. Because what happens to Karlie… it’s like it happens to me.
Daniel frowned.
‘What are you staring at me like that for?’ I glared.
‘The things you’ve been through…’
‘How would you know?’
‘I… erm. I don’t.’
‘And you’re not going to either.’ I stormed out of the café, slamming the door behind me.
‘Wait!’ Daniel ran after me, he grabbed my arm and I snatched it away, trying to push back the memories of the last time someone gripped my arms.
‘You can’t leave now!’
‘Why not?!’ I shouted, angrily.
‘Because… I need you.’
‘And I need Karlie, but she’s never coming back!’
I broke down in tears, and Daniel ran up to me. I pressed my face into his chest and let the tears come. Then I told him everything.


Karlie was young. At the age of eight, she was my everything. It was her birthday. I’d planned a big dinner, but just her and me. She was the only family I had. And I was hers. But as we were leaving, a man broke back the door. I recognised his face. Martyl. We’d dated back in High School, but when things had got too far, I broke up with him.
‘What’re you doing here?’ I asked, my voice shaky.
‘I’ve got something to show you,’ he grimaced, and pushed me up against the wall.
‘Get off!’ I shouted, but he wouldn’t let go of my wrists.
‘Mummy,’ Karlie said. ‘I’m scared.’
I shoved Martyl back and ran to my daughter.
‘Out. Martyl, get out of my house.’
‘Not yet, pretty girl. I haven’t finished yet.’
He pushed me back, and Karlie fell out of my grip. I smashed my head against the table, and everything went black…

‘Jenny! Stop it!’
I woke from my trance, Daniel holding me tightly.
‘Where am I?’ I asked dozily.
‘You’re at my house, you tried to stab me in the back with that stupid fork. I brought you back here so you could calm off, but you’ve just started clawing at your face with your nails. Stop it!’
He snatched back my hands, and I began to cry again. These days, I’ve been all but a mess.
‘You still didn’t tell me about Martyl,’ I questioned, in between hiccups.
‘No, and you don’t need to know. Not like this.’
‘He killed Karlie, you know. Killed her! She was my everything, and now she’s… gone.’
A loud knock came from Daniel’s front door.
‘Stay here,’ he commanded, holding my gaze. ‘Don’t. Touch. Anything.’
I lay down on his sofa and start to feel myself drifting off again when I hear it.
It rings in my ears like a bomb gone off by a microphone. It punctures my heart and deflates my hopes. I’m too late.
‘Trick or treat!’ The kids shout from the other side of the hallway, each one of them dressed in a different form of death.


‘What did you do to her? You monster!’
‘Now, pretty girl, don’t be mean. You’re the monster, falling asleep when your daughter… has gone for a swim.’
I stare at him, confused, but then it clicks.
I shoved past him and ran up the stairs two at a time.
‘Oi!’ He shouts behind, but I don’t care.
I jerk open the bathroom door and…
She’s there. Karlie.Laying face down in the bath. A bath… of blood.
‘Aww, she’s asleep, pretty girl. Don’t wake her now. Shh…’
I turn around and punch Martyl straight in the face. He pushes me back, and before I know it, I’m flying through the window…
Onto the hard, concrete floor.

‘Look, Jenny, I know. I know what happened. I know how you feel. I know you want to take revenge but… you can’t.’
‘How would you know? I shouldn’t even be alive! I should be buried under the cold soil of a cemetery next to my daughter! I fell out of a three-storey building, for God’s sake!’
‘Jenny. Calm down. Just breathe and… stop it!’
I stare down at my hands, at the shards of glass embedded under my skin. At the homemade stitches. At the memories bubbling under my flesh.
‘Why would you do that? I’ve only just cleared up the blood from your leg injury! You’ll die of loss of blood! And then you’ll—‘
He stopped. Blinked two times. Licked his lips.
His eyes flashes red, and I recognised him.
His disguise had slipped come off.
His skin grew pale, his facial features disorientated. His  pupils growing smaller, to the size of a measly pin head.
Martyl. Martyl Grenieve.
Karlie’s killer. My murderer.
The vampire.


‘Wake up!’
I forced my eyes open, to find Karlie staring down at me.
‘Mummy! I’ve been waiting for ages for you! What happened? Why didn’t you come sooner?’
‘Oh, Karlie honey.’ I smiled a tired smile.‘Karlie, I—‘

I sat up in bed. I just saw Karlie. And it wasn’t a flashback. She was there. Right in front of me. Had I…? No. That couldn’t be possible.
‘How does it feel to die?’
I snapped my head to the side, only to find…
‘What are you doing here after all—‘
‘Stop. Take deep breaths and…’
I slapped him.
‘Ouch. Okay, I guess I deserved that.’
‘You guess?! You killed my daughter, you killed me! You—‘
‘Jenny darling, what are you on about? You’ve had a nightmare.’
No. That was not a nightmare. I…
But it was all fading away.
Why was I angry again?
There’s a name foggy in the back of my head. Katherine? Or Katrina?
‘Ah, good morning, Mrs Levington.’ A voice came from behind the door.
‘Honey, this is Dr Davidson.’ Martyl said.
‘Oh. Hello?’
‘I am so sorry, Mrs. But Karlie didn’t make it.’
‘Mrs Levington? Karlie… your baby? You were in labour and… I’m so sorry.’
Now I knew what happened. Martyl was right. It must have all just been a cruel, harsh nightmare.
The doctor cleared his throat. ‘I’ve run some tests, and you’re all safe to go home.’
Martyl grabbed my hand and kissed it. ‘Yes honey, let’s go home.’
I smiled up at him, and in no time we were back in our cosy flat.
‘Are you okay, honey?’
‘I’m much better now.’
A weak smile crawled across my face.
Just as my head hit the pillow on our soft, fluffy sofa, the doorbell rang.
‘Won’t be a second!’ My gorgeous husband cheered happily.
I was so lucky to have him. So lucky that he chose me out of every other girl in the world. So happy he—
‘Trick or treat!’
It all came back.
Martyl strolled into the room.
‘I have a present for you!’ He cried.
I tried to get up, but a curse held me tight to the sofa.
Turning his head to the side, and his eyes glowing red, he trailed a long fingernail down my face, a pool of blood dripping onto the sofa.
‘I’m so glad you’re home, honey. So glad you’re happy, and healthy… so glad you’re mine.’
He coughed.
‘And you’re all mine, pretty girl.’

Happy Halloween!


WHY CUPCAKES IS IN BUSINESS!!!! And a few photos...

Hey, you want to see the photos on my (rubbish) camera?

Dog going mental because we gave him a bath...

The publishing company sent me TWO of the same book to review... Why?

The road of El Dorado..

The never ending flower bed

View from my window

The top of of The Beanstalk

My nails... my fingers look fat:L


New nailvarnish


Dog hiding



Vampire not fitting in too well.


Cut my dog's hair!


Giving me evil looks

Paw comparison..


Glaring at the scissors

WHY CUPCAKES! Our first ever batch!!

Before the oven..




Spider cake, poo cake (made with genuine poo), snot cake (made with genuine snot), spider cake (made with mummified snake), snot cake, snake cake.

More Hallowe'en cupcakes

Look on the right...

Our cards!!!!!!




Batch TWO!

Vanilla cakes, chocolate cakes, coffee cakes

In the boxes to be sold..



Dog in new coat


Attached to my shoe...

PHEW, glad I finally finished! Never thought those photos would end!

Sorry there's loads of my dog - we were going to sell him but we didn't (duh(; ), so I'm paying much more attention to him(:

Also, in case you haven't guessed, WHY CUPCAKES IS IN BUSINESS! We made a gazillion pound today by selling them,  we even went to a Care Home!!!!!! Not next Friday but the Friday after we'll be making some for our school------


Isn't that amazing? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We'd bake the cakes, they'd sell them, pay us, and we'd get BRILLIANT advertisement for our business!


And have you noticed that even Tescos is giving out our cards? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*screams of joy*

Also, it's Halloween tomorrow - what're you all doing?


Review - A Sea Of Stars by Kate Maryon

Here's my review on A Sea Of Stars by Kate Maryon.

Publisher: Harper Collins
Published: 7th June 2012
Pages: 275
Book: For review
Format: Finished copy, paperback
Contains: Suitable for younger readers

Maya wishes she could go surfing and hang out with her friends on the beach, but as an only child, her parents are pretty protective - especially Mum.
Cat has the freedom to do what she likes - her mum can barely look after herself, let alone her daughter...

Now Maya's family are adopting Cat and the girls' lives sudden collide. As tensions rise and secrets come out, will the girls ever become friends, let alone sisters?

There's Maya - comfy and cosy in her simple life, living in a bubble, protected from the outside world. After losing Alfie, her parents have been pretty protective over her, especially her dream to be a surfer. And then there's Cat - finally put into care after a big 'misunderstanding', no one can tell her what to do. When Maya's family agree on a foster child, suddenly the two girls are thrown together, and have to learn to live side by side in the hardest of circumstances...

I loved this book, although it did say 'gnarly' and 'zabaloosh' a lot, and I despised Cat so much I was focusing more on how much I hate her as a character, than the actual storyline of the book. As expected, Kate Maryon wrote beautifully, living up to high expectations. The cover is absolutely gorgeous, and it gives nothing away yet illustrates the story perfectly, reflecting the brilliant read behind the covers.

I would rate this book an 8/10 and would recommend it for ages 9+.

"No one tells me what to do..."


Swap That Blog!

Sorry today's post has taken so long for me to post, but I've just been watching The Help, and I'm still recovering after crying my eyes out at the ending...

You have to see it. It's immense.

Oh, and we cut my dog's hair today. That you do not want to see. No more home-grooming for us. He looks awful. No other comment.

Anyway, this month's

Swap That Blog! 

is Marian (Mars) from Inkdropperr! *round of applause*

Grab my blog button

Inkdropperr is a blog about making, baking, creating and any other know-how things you'd like to do. She's Irish, but does not know Colin from The Simpsons Movie (typical), and I'm not even remotely sure whether she even likes The Simpsons or not,even though it'd be a crime not to.

She's hosting a Competition at the moment, and here's what it's about...

1) Write a short story about anything. But it MUST include at least one of the following words:

2) You must create the cover of that story as if it were a book. This may be hand drawn then photographed OR computer arted OR you take the photograph your self (so also a bit like photography competition as well)
3) Email to
4) Closing date Halloween
5) (SUR) Prizes are via post along with probably an interview or guest post or I'll think of something.

So now I've gone through all that effort you have to enter(:

And here's what Marian said about my blog...

It's the 28th of October and I shall be discussing the third blog I ever followed: Life of an Awkward Donkey!!!!!My Blog Button... Go on, add me to your sidebar..(;I'm sure all of you have heard of this.. what does she call it again..(ah yes) her FABOO BLOG! Her first ever post was on the 30th of January and has since then reached a GIANTASTIC (in my opinion) 56 followers (and rising). Honestly I'm not surprised. Her blog posts are filled with humour, randomness, recipes and many many book reviews.  She is a wonderful character which can be seen clearly through her writing. I often find myself clicking to her link after a long day of school just to see what weird and wonderful thing has been zooming through her life today. I love her witty sense of humour, her very amusing post titles and her yummy cupcake background. She has published 187 posts (wowza) and has still 33 unpublished! 
Her blog awards are piling up and she is quickly rising to stardom - even has her own business card!

This is the Life of an Awkward Donkey

She's so kind! *blushes*

And I dyed my hair dark brown today after deciding I'll go ash blonde (blonde or blond?) next time, even though this colour isn't that noticeable because of the red I used last time ):

AND, can you believe Jade went out on the X Factor? I LOVE that song, but that stupid boy band kicked her out *growls*... one looks like he's had botox, one looks really young and bleurgh (even though he's older  than me..), one's got a chubby face and the other one I feel sorry for because he's amazing but he's stuck with them...

Me? Opinionated? No..

And p.s. I'm scheduling a review for you tomorrow because I'm sleeping round Rebecca's house to make and sell our first ever batch of WHY Cupcakes on Tuesday! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Comments make me smile!(: *


*Emily,  apologize deeply. But I cannot resist. I NEED a tagline.

The Day The Music Died...

Firstly, I bought some blue mascara today and it looks AWESOME! :D And then we went to an art gallery (me standing there, hand on hip, other hand on mouth, nodding and saying 'Oh yerrrsss, I can really read what this artist is trying to portraaayyy...') so I could show it off.

Anyway, here's a story I wrote in English. It's not very good, but after abandoning you yesterday I think I owe ya'll something(;

The Day The Music Died

I sat there in the trench, humming the tune of 'The Day The Music Died.' My little girl, Sally had written it for me the day I left.

The deep blue sky filling up with stars,
Go on, make a wish, no matter how far,
When I grow up I'll say my daddy survived,
I'll say my daddy and the lullaby lived,
   The day the music died.

"Jenkins! You're up!" Shouted Fletcher, dragging me out of my dream.

I hauled my lazy body out of the trench, and walked over to the front line.

When I grow up, I'll say my daddy survived...

I stood up tall and held out my gun. Aiming low at the other side, and then closing my eyes, I pulled the trigger...

"Man down! Man down!"

I'll say my daddy and the lullaby lived...

I jerked my eyes open, to see a blurred figure in front of me, being dragged away.

I looked down at my hands.


I'd killed him.

But wait. why was I bleeding?

I looked down, a hole through my stomach. The gun the wrong way round.

I fell back.

My head lolled.

The day the music died.

Happy half term, people!


Everyday Person Of The Month

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! What's happened to my poll? Where have all my results gone?????????????? Come on, own up - who broke it??

Anyway, this month's Everyday Person Of The Month is Andrew Newbold the Taxi Driver!

Hello Andy, what do you work as?
I work as a London Taxi Driver.

How much training does it take?
Normally about 2-4 years to learn the basics of London, like the streets and the routes and places of interest, ect.

What do you do on a day-to-day basis?
Drive up to London, fill up with diesel, pick people up, drop them off.

Do you enjoy it?
I enjoy it when people talk, but most are silent and that makes me sad *sad face* . I like talking to people from Oversea and they tell me about their country and I tell them about mine.

Do you get payed much?
Well, I get payed for every journey I do. The longer I drive, the more money I make. I like to stay out later so I can earn more, but you can earn as much as you like really.

Is it hard?
VERY hard. You've got to concentrate for long hours on where you're going, and you have to stay on guard and look for people wanting a taxi. And it's painful having to sit on your butt all day. 

How long have you wanted this job?
Ages if you add in all the training! 

What was your last job?
I was a printer.

If you could be anything else in the world, what would you be?
A sports agent or something else involved with sports*.

Do you have any advice for young people aspiring to be Taxi Drivers?
Work hard at the knowledge, and the more time you put into it then the quicker the job. Work long but thorough to get the maximum amount of dosh.

So, any young Taxi Drivers here that I've now helped sort out their future?

Comment pleeeease!


*No wonder - his son is CRAZILY good at Cricket!

Is America Actually Like This?

First up, I'd like to welcome all my new readers! Our WHY Cupcakes bushiness cards have been passed out like hotcakes, and since it has my blog address on my views have gone up by a planet(: Also, I gave my business card to a JOURNALIST today! She's the founder of The Independent  and I felt really professional saying 'hello my name is Amy-Anne Williams and I would like to interview you for my blog. Here's my card.' I also gave my card to an estate agent and the owner of Essence (the spa place). Oh, and a few of my neighbors and even the vets(: Also my history teacher and my ICT teacher have my blog address, so no more moaning about homework or uniform for me(:

This is the first and last time I'm ever going to do this sort of post (she says)! And it's only because of my backbreaking amount of homework! So welcome to my one-of-a-kind GUESS THE LYRICS!

Written your Christmas list yet? Because I have some suggestions!

*Just a warning, it has mild drug references so I don't want to be responsible for freaking any of you out*

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name


And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong


And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

Yep, you guessed it right! It is...

Now why do I love this song?

1) Because it's American! And as ya'll know, America is my favouritest thing EVER!!

2) It sums up what we all want. Big black jets, big bathrooms, never ending credit cards!

3) It's actually quite sad when you listen it it. It's like Nickelback has a dream that he's never going to turn to reality, but he's so desperate to reach it that he's willing to do anything... Hey, I cried at Chicken Little people!

Don't forget to vote in my poll and send me fanmail now I've sorted out the pages and the sidebar and everything! Don't let me down!!


*Is America actually like that? I've never been, but I really want to find something to compare it to!


Ever since I came back from Cooking Club (made some DIVINE Hungarian biscuits - recipe coming soon!), I have spent my time doing homework. My ICT homework is still undone, and I still have an essay to do, but you can't do everything in one night.

Just a short post for today as I am EMOTIONALLY drained from five hours of typing, so I'm going to show you the two videos I made for homework.

This first piece is for history, which I then realised I'd done wrong. Some content is a bit morbid as it's about war (so for over 12 year olds, me thinks), and it's not very good..

And my second video is again for my History, but this time done RIGHT.

Please comment below and remind me that there are ACTUAL PEOPLE out there, not just computers and videos and emails.


p.s. Sorry this post is so very blunt, but I seem to have materialized into a Zombie.

Gone A Twinge Off Track.

WOAH, you guys sounded so worried about my 'interview'! What did you expect the job to be? Infant School barf cleaning? Robber of All Things Good?

Well it WASN'T Infant School barf cleaning. And it wasn't to be a Robber of All Things Good.

My Interview was for...


Oh yes, you heard right - I interviewed to work at a VETS!!!

It may not be THAT exciting, but it's my first ever job! 

Well, except from when I did dish washing for the church and it was £10 per hour, but that didn't count.

Anywhooo, I SURVIVED the interview! The woman showed me around (except for the radiation room as I'm underage) and I tried not to reach out to the animals with their wounds and give them all a good hug(: But I'm sworn to secrecy about the pet owners, so there's no more goss from that side of the story(: 

And I'm starting in...

JANUARY!! Because I'm too young at the moment (I need to be 14, and I'm 14 in December). 

I even got my English teacher to give me a statement for it, which I didn't think he'd do at all! Oh, and I gave the woman my business card(:

Oops. I didn't mean to go on like that.

So, here's my Little Green Seed ~Monthly~, even though my camera is incredibly shake sensitive, so LOADS are blurred as I can't hold my hand in mid-air trying to grip an eensy little camera.

Little Green Seed!


Look at how big he is!



And just for the fun of it... Lenny my Cactus!

And Benny my Cactus!

And Steve!

My dog!

Teddy Bear Patrick Williams(:


I know that my new camera is immensely rubbish, but it's only a day old so give it some time(:

My hair absolutely STINKS of fire, and do you know why?

Because I went to the club (it's a restaurant/ pub at the bottom of my road) with my family, and when I lent (sp?) over to write on some paper, my hair caught on the candle and burst into flames. It was only alight for a second, so I don't need to wear a wig or anything. I'm just going to give up trying to grow it.*huffs*

AND  don't think I told you but a few days ago we went down to the Club only to find that it was celebrating a 40th birthday!

Yep, and we totally crashed it.

There were snacks everywhere, and it would have been rude to leave them untouched. And then everyone sang Happy Birthday to Skinner (???) and I was just like 'Well done, Skinner! Made it to the ripe old age of 40!' And they all just turned to stare at me like WHO ARE YOU? It was a complete Essex MEGA FEST, with them all blonde and bouncy and armed with accents. It was nice to be a part of their family for just one day though(:

Hmmm. I seem to have gone a bit off track.


p.s. Have you guys done your Christmas lists yet? Mine's completely done, printedf off several times for each family member, complete with instrucions and full colour images. Post up at Christmastime!