Painting and Screaming
There's been a lot of changes going on around me lately. When my sister and I were little, our mom and dad said we could paint our rooms. My sister chose pink and I chose purple. She always got first dibs since she's older. Like when we played Power Rangers she got the pink one and I got the yellow one. And when we played pretend games she got to be the girl and I was the boy. But it didnt matter. Anyway, now my sister suddenly wants to paint her room this baja bay blue. She's taken all of her stuff and put it in the backyard so she can paint, given me all the clothes I'll need for this coming school year, and put whatever is left in the musty old garage! I wanna paint my room too. Maybe orange. Or a bright green. Or a shady yellow!
Also, I've been going on and on about how I want to become a ghost hunter and join T.A.P.S. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) and go on all the ivestigations with them. (In fact, they're recruting a new ghost hunter right now. If you watch "Ghost Hunters" on SciFi and are over 18 here's the link to the contest. I cant enter cause I'm still in high school. http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/hunt/
I entered the cellphone part of the contest, the one where you answer a question with A b or c, but I think I put in the wrong "send to" number and acidentally entered some kind of cooking contest instead.) But yesterday when my sister was collecting all her stuffed animals I was talking to her and saw this freaky clown among the animals. It. Was. Scary!! She scared me with it all day! She shoved it into my face when she snuck up behind me, and she chased after me around the living room and made it wave at me, and then when it was time for bed, I saw it perched right next to my doorway. After I saw that, I burst into tears! It was traumatizing!
My mom went to go get it while my sister was apologizing (and laughing) and I heard her say, "Michelle, that IS a little freaky..." I dont know why I dont feel any fear when I think about ghosts, but I felt like jumping out a window when my sister came after me with that clown.. good thing I live in a one story house. But either way I really did a lot of screaming yesterday.
Also, I've been going on and on about how I want to become a ghost hunter and join T.A.P.S. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) and go on all the ivestigations with them. (In fact, they're recruting a new ghost hunter right now. If you watch "Ghost Hunters" on SciFi and are over 18 here's the link to the contest. I cant enter cause I'm still in high school. http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/hunt/
I entered the cellphone part of the contest, the one where you answer a question with A b or c, but I think I put in the wrong "send to" number and acidentally entered some kind of cooking contest instead.) But yesterday when my sister was collecting all her stuffed animals I was talking to her and saw this freaky clown among the animals. It. Was. Scary!! She scared me with it all day! She shoved it into my face when she snuck up behind me, and she chased after me around the living room and made it wave at me, and then when it was time for bed, I saw it perched right next to my doorway. After I saw that, I burst into tears! It was traumatizing!
My mom went to go get it while my sister was apologizing (and laughing) and I heard her say, "Michelle, that IS a little freaky..." I dont know why I dont feel any fear when I think about ghosts, but I felt like jumping out a window when my sister came after me with that clown.. good thing I live in a one story house. But either way I really did a lot of screaming yesterday.