CHIJ Idol
How I wish I had enough courage to join CHIJ Idol!!! My neighbours and relatives have noticed and said that my voice was good and clear... But I'm still so shy!!! Okay, I used to practice my singing in the shower, I admit it's stupid but most of talents start there, right? Yes, even Paul Twohill sings in the shower. Now, here's the continuation of the story(Jeez, it's been long, right?).
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Previously : Ananta was panicking about the mysterious dissapearance of her Grandmother. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it...
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"Grandma!!! Where have you been?!?!?! I was worried sick about you!" Ananta exclaimed excitedly and her heartbeat became steady and clam as before.
"And... And... What's that in your hand??? Why is it so... Green and yellow and... Black?" she asked with a look of disgust. "Oh... Why that look on your face??? It's just some bottles of oinment," her Grandmother explained.
Ointment?!?!?! What ointment has so many disgusting colours?! They're not even... Mixed together!!! I hope it's not for me!!! Ananta thought. "Now, will you please open the gate? These bottles are heavy!" complained her Grandmother. Ananta unlocked the metal gate for her Grandmother with the key, aware of the stench coming from the bottles. She pinched her nose and kept them away in the medicine shelf. When her Grandmother saw her doing that, she shook her head and though,
That child... Ananta led out a loud sigh of relief and went to wash her face and hands. "My, are you that allergic to some bottle of ointment? Mind you, it's for me!"her Grandmother said.
Oh... And mind you, can I hate it and be allergic to it? thought Ananta, selfishly with sinister eyes glaring at the bottles of ointment. She went to her study table, took out her blue pen and started writing a letter to Nikko, her best friend and the only one that can help her out because Nikko is knowned to be a good "counsellor" in the "Gang" that Claire, Lynn, Ananta, Gloria and she were in.
The letter :I hate those stupid, stinky bottles of ointment! They stink so much that my pencil case has that smell now though it's metres away from the medicine shelf! And mind you, it is kept IN A SHELF! SHELF!!! SHELF!!! D=<>=P One has Green on the top, Yellow in the middle and Black at the bottom. The other one, the second, has Yellow on the top, Green in the middle and Black at the bottom. The last one, the third, has Black on the top, Yellow at the bottom and Green in the middle. "It's all for different uses!" SHE says. If I just change the order of the colours, wouldn't they be the same?!?!?! ARGH!!! The colours are not even mixed or "dissolved" properly!!! I HATE THEM!!! D=<>
Best Friends Forever,
Ananta
She finished of with an angry puff and re-capped her pen. She leaned back to her grey and cozy roller-chair and thought of the things she liked while listening to her Number One idol's CD, Avril Lavigne - Under My Skin. She thought of stuff like her favourite Cadbury Milk Chocolate, Her Happy House Pig(It was her beloved present from Aunt Mary, one of her Father's best friends. Her computer, her best friends, her parents, her closest cousins(online & offline - to her, there's such a thing. Online means she's close to them when their on MSN but not when she meets them face-to-face), Cleff & Valencia(Ve-len-shia), her memory box and her games, including her Gameboy Advanced SP, of course. She got tired and slowly... She dozed off.
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These feelings rushed through my mind on Thursday, July 13, 2006
