wee suzie asked:

Do I stick to the subject enough or do I go on to much? Okay here it is, don’t be too harsh on me about my sh it grammar and spelling stills

Conflict

I was on vacation, not a care in the world or thats what it should have been but with my crazy family that just isn’t a possible reality. It was a big family trip with me, my sister Elaine,her boyfriend Matt, My sister Yvonne, her finance Steven, my nephew Leo, their son and my other two nephews Scott and cooper who live with me, my mum,dad, my big brother Alan and my little sister Rachel who of course where all on the holiday as well. Yeah that was a lot of us, and for there not to be one fight would be absorb but I never expected such a big strop and in the funny way it would come about. There was a lot of tension before we had even went on vacation, so yeah we were off to a flying start.

It was the 22 of September, 2007, Saturday. The 6th day into the holiday. The day started out normal. We hanged around the villa for a while, waiting on Matt and my dad to come back from their daily golf morning that, they went on everyday because it was so cheap. About 70 dollars for 12 holes(35 pound). After they had came home, we had a discussion about what we would be doing for the day. We had already planed that we would be going to Old Town Kissimmee at night time(I know the names a cracker) and the plan was that me and Rachel would be going to laser quest(An arcade except bigger, better and owned by Disney) but me being stingsie with my money wasn’t sure if I wanted to spend a heap load on an arcade. Right so we made plans that the rest of the family would be going shopping whilst we(me and Rachel) would be going to laser quest, that was if it suited my budget. The family got into the van and we drove to downtown Disney, where laser quest was located, We went to the ticket office to check out the prices. The tickets were $70, roughly 35 pounds. I thought to myself would I pay that much if I was at home and then I thought of course I wouldn’t, but hey, this was my vacation and I needed to spend my money somehow. We made a plan that we would meet up at nine pm or that if we didn’t want to go to old town Kissimmee we could phone them to pick us up later at closing time which was 12 pm

Me and my sister spent nine blissful hours eating,gaming and getting refills of a large cup for a dollar (talk about the land of the free). The nine hours seemed more like 9 minutes,Me and Rachel could of easily spent an other 3 hours there but we opted against calling my folks to say we wanted to stay longer, thank god we did because if we never we would be waiting till 3am. Anyway when we came out it was strangely dark. We met my folks and went back to the van where the rest of the gang was. I could tell that it had been raining from the ground but nether less it was still warm. As me and Rachel got into the van we received warm welcome of screaming to hurry up. I remember Yvonne was the monist, grumpiest out of them all and I thought to myself how nice of you to ask if we had a good time?

Anyway the mood lightened up when we got to old town Kissimmee, When we got there we looked at the sky coaster and joked about Matt and Elaine going on it. Matt was all up for it, but my sister Elaine wasn’t having any of it. I was feeling really good and happy to be in the middle of all the banter

The atmosphere was pretty exciting, old town was bustling with people and excitement having an good time, including us. The music was blasted enough to hear all the way up the street. We wondered around the shops that old town offered. I’ve got to say old town has to be one of the most unique places I had ever had the honor of visiting. Everyone has a good time, kids, teens, adults, old people, everyone or so thats what it seemed. We walked to a couple of shops, as I walked past the shops it was hard not to notice that they were different from any of the other shops I had ever been to, not only the fact that they were opened so late but also the fact that every shop had a theme to it.
There were sweet shops,sixties shops, Betty **** shops, pet shops and tons more crazy themed shops.
The pet shop was the craziest and funniest out of them all. They had clothes for your pets! Me and Rachel laughed about getting our pets some clothes as a Christmas present. We decided against this act of cruelty . We spent two hours in old town wondering about the shops, having a good time until we went back to the car. My dad had somehow manged to lock the key in the car due to central locking
To make matters worst my dad had started the car up. He had seen that my mum needed help with the buggy and therefor jumped out the car and as he did he heard a click as he shut the door.

I felt like laughing in disbelief, that this could happen to us. Yvonne was moaning a great deal but then again she had a baby. I in my typical lazy fashion tried to block out my surroundings and turned on my Nintendo DS. Whilst I played Harry Potter I couldn’t avoid the fact that we wee stranded in a different country. I wasn’t really focused on the game and was thinking and laughing to myself. I thought , only this could happen to us. Steven and Matt went to the police station to see if they had a locksmith or anything that could break into the van. Whilst they were away my nephew Scott started to misbehave, only adding irritation to an already bad situation. When Steven
and Matt came back, it was northing but bad news. The police could do northing to help us. The police had told Matt and Steven they couldn’t break into the car because they would, then be braking the law by breaking into the car. My dad came up with the cootest ideas . He asked if anyone had anything straight like a ruler so that he could disconnect the lock. I thought, why would any of us be carrying a ruler?

As the night grew on I began to wonder away with my sister to places that were still open. Going back to Elaine, Yvonne, and my mum who were all sitting with the kids, to cheek up on the latest news. I so far had heard that someone who had saw we needed help, had a brother who was a locksmith and had went to get him. That was hope but Steven started to grow paranoid and pointed out how a guy in his car had been sitting there for ages, we thought that he was waiting on us to get a taxi home, so that he could steal the car. Our paranoia and tiredness was growing by the second. I felt okay though and thought best to make something good out of a bad situation by buying myself and Ice cream cone.

An hour had passed and we were still stranded, everything was beginning to close. We were all becoming rattie and argumentative with each other. The other thing was that the person who said that her brother was a locksmith had failed to return and that added to us that someone wanted to steal the van. The place that was once buzzing with excitement and laughter was now a ghost town full of paranoia and strain. There was a lot of tension between us and we were growing tired of the whole situation. The guys were probably the most fed up, and were moaning at us to get a taxi home with the children because the place was getting very quiet and the guy who Steven had pointed out earlier who had been in his car for ages was still in his car. We were scared that this guy was going to mug us. I was just beginning to fed up with the whole situation .

Steven started to argue with my mother about Leo being in his bed because he would get moanie. To me Leo looked happy, if not the happiest out of us all. Steven had told my mother that if he freaking wanted his son home he wanted his son home, after she had politely told him, that she thought leo looked okay to her. I was really bugged off by Steven because I thought why should we go home when he won’t? I mean Leo is his son. I thought if Steven wants leo in his bed. Why doesn’t he just get a taxi home with Yvonne and leave us alone. However in an attempt to avoid further confrontation and being bugged by the taxi services, who had been asking if we wanted a taxi home all night, we decided to get a taxi home. But with my family things just don’t go that plain and simple. When we had all settled in the taxi my dad had came rushing up to the taxi saying you can take him freaking home because I’m leaving him. I remember Steven coming up to the taxi door. I remember my mum telling him to get in the taxi. Steven didn’t reply to this to kindly and shouted in a frustrated manner I’m not freaking coming in, to add effect he slammed the door and marched off. I began to feel a mix of fear for leo and embarrassment that the taxi driver was seeing us all in such a bad light. My sister Yvonne was hysterical by this time and was screaming to get out whist my mum was shouting go, Yvonne shouting back to the taxi driver don’t you dare. I felt sorry for the taxi driver at the time being in such a situation. My mum angry with rage and tears told Yvonne that Steven had been northing but rude to her all night. You wonder why my sister replied with the same emotion as my mum. The taxi driver told Yvonne that Steven had to watch his temper or he would be in jail, Yvonne with tears rolling down her eyes replied I know that, but just let me out. Taking Leo with her she got out the taxi to go and find Steven. I remember feeling scared for leo and Yvonne. My instincts were screaming to chase after her. I confronted my thoughts with my sister, Rachel about not being in the mood to go home, she agreed with me but said that there was northing we could do about it or for that matter the situation. I nodded in agreement and acknowledged the fact that she was right in what she had said .

As we were in the middle of the taxi journey, my dad phoned to say that they had finally got the car open and that they where on there way home and that Steven had calmed down and would be coming home too.

The taxi had got lost on the way home, I was to stressed to care. When we finally got home we had arrived at the same time as the rest of the family had. Everything seemed to be back to normal. That was good, we could just sit down, calm down, go to bed and laugh about the whole thing tomorrow but unfortunately Steven being a drama king stormed off out of the villa. We decided it would be best to let him just go and calm down.

We talked about all the fights we had ever been in and how some of them can just occur out of northing. We discussed how we would all laugh about this in the future, saying that someone would bring it up by saying , so does anyone remember the night dad locked the car. By the time we had stopped the discussion it was 4am. I went to bed feeling annoyed at dad and Steven,because such a good day had been spotlit by one persons actions, thats all it takes, one action, one person to wreck what would of probably been the best day of the vacation.

The morning after I remember thinking “did I just dream it all?”
Okay, if any of you have Microsoft office can you please paste what I have written and give me the amount of words, I don’t have Microsoft office or any other Microsoft equipment but I’m sure some of you guys do and could do me one tiny favor of telling me how many words I’ve wrote
Better subject? This is real life, if we were to write a fake story I would of had more blood shed. fair enough point about the grammar, it is sh it. I agree. Okay here is the task we were given, my teacher told us to write about a time when we had been in conflict. Thanks for telling me the amount of words, taking your time out to read it but I want to get it clear that I couldn’t of picked a better situation, thats the worst conflict I’ve ever been in

Alison L asked:

I know I’ve already asked this but i don’t think anyone read the synopsis! Oh and im 13

Synopsis:

That summer change my life. For the better? I’ll let you decide.

Alex Coley had experienced love and its consequences. After her father died she never wanted to love somebody so much again. But when her mother took her and her brother on a surprise holiday her life changed. There she met the boy with the dancing eyes, the jet black hair and the dazzling smile. There, she discovered what love truly was.

now here is the beginning of my first chapter…

The heat of the sun was overwhelming, especially considering my clothes were far from ideal. I looked down at my tight jeans, woolly socks and cotton jumper, then continued to look enviously at my brothers shorts and bare back. Michael caught my glance and smiled at me like only a nine year old could. I smiled lazily back, barely lifting up the corners of my mouth. Then closing my eyes, I imagined I was anywhere but here: On a stupid rowing boat in the middle of the Aegean Sea. To three quarters of the population this would have been paradise; clear blue waters, sandy beaches and a blistering heat. But not for me, I often thought of the worst possible scenarios; a mad dolphin dragging me to the bottom of the sea or maybe something less dramatic, like a coconut falling on my head. With these thoughts still circling in my mind, I felt myself jolt forward. Panicking, I gripped the sides of the rowing boat and looked over the side to see what had nearly tipped us over. And that’s when I saw sand. Pale white fluffy sand. I automatically reached out to touch it, scooping it up in my palm. It was warm from the sun and felt as soft and as smooth as it looked, I savoured the feeling it brought. And then I heard Michael’s high voice ruin my first peaceful moment in days.
“This place is amazing!” Michael shouted as he jumped off the boat onto the beach. I rolled up my jeans and was about to step out the boat too when I heard a noise coming from the trees. Michael must of heard it too because he started walking towards them
“Hello?” Michael yelled, crouching to try and peer through the mass of green leaves. There was no reply. Michael shrugged his shoulders as he walked towards us, signalling that he hadn’t heard anything either.
“The man showing us to the villa is supposed to be meeting us here in a minute, so that might be him,” Mum suggested. Ah yes, I’d forgotten there would be other people on the island.
“So how many people live here then?” I asked, stepping out the boat carefully.
“The man who owned the villa said there’s only a small village… and that we’d probably be the only tourists,” Mum revealed slowly.
“But we don’t speak a word of Turkish or Greek!” Michael moaned. I had to agree with him, we were on an island with a bunch of people we couldn’t even talk to.
Mum ignored him while her eyes wondered right, “I think that’s him over there!” She pointed over to a small figure coming towards us.
Michael started to jump and wave at the man and sure enough, the man waved back. I could start to see him better now; he was quite large with a balding head and thick black moustache. By the time he was in speaking distance Michael had stopped jumping and was sitting on the sand.
“Hi, we’re the Coley’s,” Mum said, reaching out her hand.
“Ah yes, I’m Mehmet,” He smiled, shaking her hand and doing the same to me and Michael. He had very big strong hands; they reminded me of Dad’s. I felt my heart sink. Even thinking of Dad made me want to cry a thousand tears.
“And your names?” Mehmet asked, a big smile set on his face.
“Oh sorry, I’m Sandra, but you can call me sandy,” Mum said. I hated when she asked people to call her Sandy because no one ever did.
“Sandy,” Mehmet repeated then laughed, “Like the beach, yes?”
Mum laughed at his bad joke, Michael and I cringed.
“And you two?” Mehmet pointed to us.
“I’m Mike, and she’s my older sister Alex,” Michael revealed.
“Alex? You’re a boy?” Mehmet laughed; another bad joke. He was reminding me more and more of dad and I couldn’t keep the grimace of my face.
“Short for Alexandra actually,” I said stiffly.
“I’m cold!” Michael announced quickly, so Mehmet might not notice my rudeness, I made a mental note to thank him later.
“Let’s go then!” Mehmet urged.

By the time we reached the villa it was pitch black, and we had resorted to using our torch to navigate through the dark. After seeing us to the door, Mehmet had left us to unpack.
“I’m going to bed mum,” I said as I made my way up the stairs with my bag.
“Are you feeling alright darling?” I heard mums voice echo from the kitchen.
“I’m just tired!” I replied, trying to sound as sleepy as possible.
“Boring old women!” Michael taunted from the living room. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him so I carried on upstairs to my bedroom

wee suzie asked:

Example. Six being rubbish. five being bad 4 meaning descent 3 meaning decent going on good. 2 good. 1 ecellent.

Keep in mind this means the grammar and the way I keep to the story of what I’m writing about which in my case is Personal conflict. The amount of words I use. Need to hand this in tomorrow and I need to go to bed so I just want a grade that you would give me. I think she’ll give me a 5 . So if anyone answers I will try and repay you somehow.

okay thanks

Personal conflict

I was on vacation, in America, Florida and not a care in the world. Well that’s how it should have been but with my crazy family that just isn’t a possible reality. It was a big family trip with me, my sister Elaine,her boyfriend Matt. My sister Yvonne, her finance Steven, my nephew Leo, their son and my other two nephews Scott and cooper who live with me, my mum,dad, my big brother Alan and my little sister Rachel who of course were all on the holiday as well. As you can see that was a lot of us, and for there not to be one fight would be absurd but I never expected such a big strop and in the funny way it would come about. There was a lot of tension before we had even went on vacation. We were off to a flying start.

It was the 22 of September, 2007, Saturday. The 6th day into the holiday. The day started out normal. We hanged around the villa for a while, waiting on Matt and my dad to come back from their daily golf morning that, they went on everyday because it was so cheap. About 70 dollars for 12 holes(35 pound). After they had came home, we had a discussion about what we would be doing for the day. We had already planed that we would be going to Old Town Kissimmee at night time(I know the names a cracker) and the plan was that me and Rachel would be going to laser quest(An arcade except bigger, better and owned by Disney) but me being stingy with my money wasn’t sure if I wanted to spend my money on an arcade. After a fair bit of discussion we made plans that for the rest of the family to go shopping whilst me and my sister went to this arcade. That was if it suited my budget. The family got into the van and we drove to downtown Disney, where laser quest was located. We went to the ticket office to check out the prices. The tickets were $70, roughly 35 pounds. I thought to myself would I spend that much if I was at home and then I thought of course I wouldn’t, but hey, this was my vacation and I needed to spend my money somehow. We made a plan that we would meet up at nine pm or that if we didn’t want to go to old town Kissimmee we could phone our parents to pick us up later at closing time which was 12 pm

Me and my sister spent nine blissful hours eating,gaming and getting refills of a large cup for a dollar (talk about the land of the free). The nine hours seemed more like nine minutes. Me and Rachel could of easily spent an other three hours there but we opted against calling my folks to say we wanted to stay longer. Thank god we did because if we never we would be waiting until 3am. When we came out it was strangely dark. We met my folks and went back to the van where the rest of the gang was. I could tell that it had been raining from the ground but never the less it was still warm. As me and Rachel got into the van we received warm welcome of screaming to hurry up. I remember Yvonne was the monist, grumpiest out of them all and I thought to myself how nice of you to ask if we had a good time.

Anyway the mood lightened up when we got to old town Kissimmee. When we got there we looked at the sky coaster and joked about Matt and Elaine going on it. Matt was all up for it, but my sister Elaine wasn’t having any of it. I was feeling really good and happy to be in the middle of all the banter

The atmosphere was pretty exciting, old town was bustling with people and excitement having an good time, including us. The music was blasted enough to hear all the way down the street. We wondered around the shops that old town offered. I’ve got to say old town has to be one of the most unique places I’ve ever had the honor of visiting. Everyone has a good time, kids, teens, adults, old people, everyone or so that’s what it seemed. As I walked past the shops it was hard not to notice that they were different from any of the other shops I had ever been to, not only the fact that they were opened so late but also the fact that every shop had a theme to it.
There were sweet shops,sixties shops, Betty **** shops, pet shops and tons more crazy themed shops.
The pet shop was the craziest and funniest out of them all. They had clothes for your pets! Me and Rachel laughed about getting our pets some clothes as a Christmas present. We decided against this act of cruelty . We spent two hours in old town wondering about the shops, having a good time until we went back to the car. My dad had somehow manged to lock the key in the car due to central locking
To make matters worst my dad had started the car up. He had seen that my mum needed help with the buggy and therefor jumped out the car and as he did he heard a click as he shut the door.

I felt like laughing in disbelief, that this could happen to us. Yvonne was moaning a great deal but then again she had a baby. I in my typical lazy fashion tried to block out my surroundings and turned on my Nintendo DS on. Whilst I played Harry Potter I couldn’t avoid the fact that we were stranded in a different country. I wasn’t really focused on the game and was thinking and laughing to myself. I thought , only this, only this could happen to us. Steven and Matt went to the police station to see if they had a locksmith or anything that could use to break into the van. Whilst they were away my nephew Scott started to misbehave, only adding irritation to an already bad situation. When Steven
and Matt came back, it was northing but bad news. The police could do northing to help us. The police had told Matt and Steven they couldn’t break into the car because they would, then be braking the law by breaking into the car. My dad came up with the craziest ideas . He asked if anyone had anything straight like a ruler so that he could disconnect the lock. I thought, why would any of us be carrying a ruler?

As the night grew on I began to wonder away with my sister to places that were still open. Going back to Elaine, Yvonne, and my mum who were all sitting with the kids, to cheek up on the latest news. I so far had heard that someone who had saw we needed help, had a brother who was a locksmith and had went to get him. That was hope but Steven started to grow paranoid and pointed out how a guy in his car had been sitting there for ages, we thought that he was waiting on us to get a taxi home, so that he could steal the car. Our paranoia and tiredness was growing by the second. I felt okay though and thought best to make something good out of a bad situation by buying myself and Ice cream cone.

An hour had passed and we were still stranded, everything was beginning to close. We were all becoming ratty and argumentative with each other. The other thing was that the person who said that her brother was a locksmith had failed to return and that added to us that someone wanted to steal the van. The place that was once buzzing with excitement and laughter was now a ghost town full of paranoia and strain. There was a lot of tension between us and we were growing tired of the whole situation. The guys were probably the most fed up, and were moaning at us to get a taxi home with the children because the place was getting very quiet and the guy who Steven had pointed out earlier who had been in his car for ages was still in his car. We were scared that this guy was going to mug us. I was just beginning to fed up with the whole situation .

Steven started to argue with my mother about Leo being in his bed because he would get moody. To me Leo looked happy, if not the happiest out of us all. Steven had told my mother that if he freaking wanted his son home he wanted his son home, after she had politely told him, that she thought Leo looked okay to her. I was really bugged off by Steven because I thought why should we go home when he won’t? I mean Leo is his son. I thought if Steven wants Leo in his bed. Why doesn’t he just get a taxi home with Yvonne and leave us alone. However in an attempt to avoid further confrontation and being bugged by the taxi services, who had been asking if we wanted a taxi home all night, we decided to get a taxi home. But with my family things just don’t go that plain and simple. When we had all settled in the taxi my dad had came rushing up to the taxi saying you can take him freaking home because I’m leaving him. I remember Steven coming up to the taxi door. I remember my mum telling him to get in the taxi. Steven didn’t reply to this to kindly and shouted in a frustrated manner I’m not freaking coming in, to add effect he slammed the door and marched off. I began to feel a mix of fear for Leo and embarrassment that the taxi driver was seeing us all in such a bad light. My sister Yvonne was hysterical by this time and was screaming to get out whist my mum was shouting go, Yvonne shouting back to the taxi driver don’t you dare. I felt sorry for the taxi driver at the time being in such a situation. My mum angry with rage and tears told Yvonne that Steven had been northing but rude to her all night. You wonder why my sister replied with the same emotion as my mum. The taxi driver told Yvonne that Steven had to watch his temper or he would be in jail, Yvonne with tears rolling down her eyes replied I know that, but just let me out. Taking Leo with her she got out the taxi to go and find Steven. I remember feeling scared for leo and Yvonne. My instincts were screaming to chase after her. I confronted my thoughts with my sister, Rachel about not being in the mood to go home, she agreed with me but said that there was northing we could do about it or for that matter the situation. I nodded in agreement and acknowledged the fact that she was right in what she had said .

As we were in the middle of the taxi journey, my dad phoned to say that they had finally got the car open and that they where on there way home and that Steven had calmed down and would be coming home too.

The taxi had got lost on the way home, I was to stressed to care. When we finally got home we had arrived at the same time as the rest of the family had. Everything seemed to be back to normal. That was good, we could just sit down, calm down, go to bed and laugh about the whole thing tomorrow but unfortunately Steven being a drama king stormed off out of the villa. We decided it would be best to let him just go and calm down.

We talked about all the fights we had ever been in and how some of them can just occur out of northing. We discussed how we would all laugh about this in the future, saying that someone would bring it up by saying , so does anyone remember the night dad locked the car. By the time we had stopped the discussion it was 4am. I went to bed feeling annoyed at dad and Steven,because such a good day had been spotlit by one persons actions, thats all it takes, one action, one person to wreck what would of probably been the best day of the vacation.

The morning after I remember thinking “did I just dream it all?”
I sat down and the story became more clearer as we discussed it. Steven had actually told my dad to F off and then challenged him to a fight and my dad was like come on then. This meaning Steven had became intimidated and never expected dad to say yes so he ran off in a huff asking Matt to come with him but Matt refused.

As the day went on I decided the best thing to do would be to ignore all of the fuss and get on with my vacation like normal. After all why should I let one person ruin my day? I mean it was good enough that he had spotlit a perfectly good day already. So I just decided that a cool off in the pool would be the best Idea and would cool my nervous a little

When I came out the pool and went back into the villa I was surprised to see that Steven was sitting on the couch. He said hi to me and I awkwardly said hi back. I wondered over to the kitchen where Elaine was standing and asked her when Steven came back. She told me that it didn’t really concern me and told me that we should just get on with it.

So thats how the conflict was sorted and to say that we are the best of friends now would be wrong. The thing you’d got to learn about life is that we are not always going to get along with one and other but we have to at least try and be civil about it. It would be very laughable to say that we are going to get along with everyone. Life is life and the best thing to do is just forget about it and not bear grudges over things because that way you can just get on with your life

wee suzie asked:

I was on vacation, in America, Florida and not a care in the world or thats what it should have been but with my crazy family that just isn’t a possible reality. It was a big family trip with me, my sister Elaine,her boyfriend Matt, My sister Yvonne, her finance Steven, my nephew Leo, their son and my other two nephews Scott and cooper who live with me, my mum,dad, my big brother Alan and my little sister Rachel who of course where all on the holiday as well. Yeah that was a lot of us, and for there not to be one fight would be absurd but I never expected such a big strop and in the funny way it would come about. There was a lot of tension before we had even went on vacation, so yeah we were off to a flying start.

It was the 22 of September, 2007, Saturday. The 6th day into the holiday. The day started out normal. We hanged around the villa for a while, waiting on Matt and my dad to come back from their daily golf morning that, they went on everyday because it was so cheap. About 70 dollars for 12 holes(35 pound). After they had came home, we had a discussion about what we would be doing for the day. We had already planed that we would be going to Old Town Kissimmee at night time(I know the names a cracker) and the plan was that me and Rachel would be going to laser quest(An arcade except bigger, better and owned by Disney) but me being stingsie with my money wasn’t sure if I wanted to spend a heap load on an arcade. Right so we made plans that the rest of the family would be going shopping whilst we(me and Rachel) would be going to laser quest, that was if it suited my budget. The family got into the van and we drove to downtown Disney, where laser quest was located. We went to the ticket office to check out the prices. The tickets were $70, roughly 35 pounds. I thought to myself would I pay that much if I was at home and then I thought of course I wouldn’t, but hey, this was my vacation and I needed to spend my money somehow. We made a plan that we would meet up at nine pm or that if we didn’t want to go to old town Kissimmee we could phone them to pick us up later at closing time which was 12 pm

Me and my sister spent nine blissful hours eating,gaming and getting refills of a large cup for a dollar (talk about the land of the free). The nine hours seemed more like nine minutes. Me and Rachel could of easily spent an other three hours there but we opted against calling my folks to say we wanted to stay longer, thank god we did because if we never we would be waiting till 3am. Anyway when we came out it was strangely dark. We met my folks and went back to the van where the rest of the gang was. I could tell that it had been raining from the ground but nether the less it was still warm. As me and Rachel got into the van we received warm welcome of screaming to hurry up. I remember Yvonne was the monist, grumpiest out of them all and I thought to myself how nice of you to ask if we had a good time.

wee suzie asked:

How many words do you think this holds. Is there a short cut to counting the amount of words? I know this has a lot of errors in it but I’m still working on this. I don’t want any of yous to read it. just to tell me how many words you think are in it please

My Autobiography

Introduction

In my life I have had ups and I have had downs, but the one important thing to remember is that it doesn’t matter if you don’t succeed at first attempt because you can always try again until you get it right.

I was born on the 4th of August; 1991.I was born around 10a.m in paisley hospital which is located in the North West of Scotland. My parent’s decided to grace me with the name Suzanne Amanda Shepherd. My mum chose both my first and middle name. She chose the name Suzanne because she really liked the hymn “sing hosanna” and she chose the name Amanda because it meant the gift of love. I was born with a major kidney problem which was a million to one chance I could have got it. I was only given four weeks to live.

I went to York hill hospital which was a special children’s hospital for sick children, which had a really good renal ward. When we my parent’s got there, they found to their great surprise and relief that there was a six month old baby girl with the same condition I had. With that bit of information my parents had a little bit more hope, so to cut long Story sort I got a kidney Transplant at the age of four in March 1995. Unfortunately my body rejected the kidney and I got put back on the waiting list. Luckily I only had to wait four more months for a new kidney. So on the 13th (just goes to show that the number 13 isn’t always unlucky) of July, 1995 I got my new kidney. I don’t remember anything of it and I am very grateful for that.
I will always be thankful to family of the donor for giving me a second chance.

Memories

I can remember a lot of things from my childhood but half the time I think these are just small fragment’s in my imagination playing out what I have been told as I have gotten older .

I have a lot of important early memories that it would be hard to pick the first one, but one I feel is my first memory is, I remember playing with my little sister Rachel beside the tumble dryer when I was about three and she was about one, it was night time and we were in our pajamas. We were by ourselves and we thought at the time that it would be great fun if we played in the tumble dryer. I remember that my little sister went in first, and then I went in afterwards. After awhile I wanted out, my sister being so small didn’t know how to open it and I began to panic. I’m not sure what happened next, but my mum came rushing down to the door of the tumble dryer and pulled it open. I’m not sure if that memory is important but for some strange reason it has stuck with me till this very day. I think this is why I have chose it as “Important”.

I remember being at a train station with my mum, dad, and my three sisters Yvonne, Elaine and Rachel, and also my big brother Alan. I wasn’t quite sure why I was there, but I remember the train ride, when I and my sister played with my Polly Pocket house in the train. The next memory is me being at my Aunt and uncle’s house in London, (At the time I did not care much for were the location was), I remember that the room I was in was very bright and sunny. I also remember that when I was leaving that my brothers and sisters stayed behind and I wondered why we were leaving them. My next memory is me getting Lego out of a shop. To be honest it’s all a bit hazy, but I remember meeting Rachel at a bench sometime later, (That’s what I thought it was at the time), it was actually not only a bench but a bench in Westminster Abby. I had no clue why I was there and would be a complete lair to say that any of these memories would make sense if I wasn’t told what they were by my family. I probably wouldn’t even count them as important. All at the same time I think that half of these memories’ have been drawn into my head as important, as well as the fact that they make sense.
I know why I was at Westminster Abby now. I was there because my mum had entered me into a competition for Woman’s Own children of courage, (have no clue why but the crazy people on the panel who were judging the brave children picked me as brave even though I wasn’t) . I truly believe that the brave people were the family of the donor who give me my kidney.

My first friend

Friends, who needs them? Oh wait…I do

I remember the first time me and Sara met. It only seemed like yesterday when we sat down at nursery school together. I remember that she was very nervous about meeting me. I said hello and asked if she wanted to play with me. I was messing about with some domino’s at the time. She seemed more nervous than me, maybe it was because I was only five and didn’t really feel peer pressure yet or maybe the fact that she was the new one and not me? After a short while we began chatting to one and other about the things that little girls talk about, things like Barbie and all our other favorite toys. We got on really well and played together all time. At the end of primary one she moved away and I was sad that I had lost a good friend

My first day at school

As the car grew nearer to the school I grew more tense and nervous, I remember the building being so big and scary looking, I can’t remember much more and it’s all a bit hazy but the next thing I remember was meeting my teacher. My teacher had long black curly hair, brown eyes and a friendly smile. She introduced herself to me as Mrs. Foster.
Mrs. Foster escorted me to a seat next to a girl who I had never met before. Her name was Rona and we were both shy to meet each other, we didn’t talk that often. I remember that Sara was sitting across from me and that made me feel slightly better. We were learning the letter C that day and to be honest the rest of my first day is hazy

Rest of primary one

I can’t remember a lot of primary one but there are some things I do remember. Like for example the books they use to make you read and funnily all the charters that you could name to any random person because you remember them so well. Of course this is only an example and I’m not going to tell you the names of the charters that were in the book.

I remember being a shepherd in my nativity play even though I was going to be an angel but for some strange reason got turned into a shepherd, I liked being a shepherd though, so I didn’t really care that I’d got turned into one. I remember that we had to walk to get our school dinner or if we needed to use the restroom, because the building for our school wasn’t that big and only had three class rooms, and one staff room until they started building an extension in the middle of the year. I remember that, because we had to play at the front of the school because they were building at the back of the school.

The only other things I remember about primary one is my first sports day because I had cheated in the egg and spoon race by holding the egg up against my chain. I wasn’t really aware at the time that I was cheating but I was never the less cheating. I also remember that at the start of the year we had nine people in my year and that by the end of the year we only had five. This was because they had all moved away, including my friend Sara who I was sad to see go

Primary two

After Sara left I started hanging around with a girl called Hazel. Hazel was a year older than me and we got on really well. I also remember getting a new teacher haft way into the year because Mrs. Foster had left to look after her baby. The new teachers name was Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns was an ok teacher but I preferred Mrs. Foster. I can remember we only had him for haft a year. I remember that I missed my field trip because we went on holiday a week before school ended but I was to young and naive to realize that the holiday I went on

A trip of a life time

I was only seven at the time and I was excited to be going to Disney land. I remember that my parents had hyped me and my sister up about it for ages. When we got to the airport I was very excited but I remember having to wait forever, well that’s what it felt like at the time. When it was time to go on the plane I was excited even more and was probably annoying to hear but then maybe again I wouldn’t have been the only one excited, since my older brothers and sisters were too.
I slept most of the plane ride and when I woke up we were almost there

I remember the heat the most as I came off the plane and walked down the bit before you come to immigration. It’s the most amazing feeling; you wouldn’t get what I meant unless you have been in the same situation. Then when you thought you had hit the jack pot you don’t really grasp the heat until you get outside for real. The air is different and the heat is way hotter than what your use to. It’s hard to explain but if you have been in the same situation you will get what I mean.
Trust me it’s the best feeling in the world, well maybe apart from I guess a few other things but you know what I mean?

When we got to our villa I was even more amazed because to me the villa was huge, with a nice inside balcony and it had a pool too! That was the best part for me and I remember rushing up the stairs to get my swimming suit with my sister. We were both so excited that I remember my mum shouting up to us to slow down. It just seemed like one huge big adventure to me. That adventure was going to get a whole lot bigger.

On the first real day of the holiday we went to Disney world but we got lost on the way there. When we did get there the first thing you saw was the magical kingdom sign with Mickey and Minnie statue next to the sign. I felt excited to see the Mickey Mouse statue, I think everyone was. Then after you had parked you would get a tram ride to the ferry boat that took you to the main park. The ferry was amazing because you could clearly see the castle and the back ground music just made the magic happen, which was if you wish upon a star. When we got into the park I remember the place was packed with people. There were loads of charters to see too and when I was seven I thought that all these charters were the real Mc Coy. I remember getting a lot of their autographs and getting hugs off them. It’s still one of the best days in my life.

I remember the parades during the day and night at Disney world being out of this world
The parades during the day were cool because the prince and princess out of Cinderella would ask you to join them in the parade. I remember that being so cool when I was seven. I also remember that I had a fear of captain hook at that time.
My family love to tell me about how I ran off when captain hook came on in the parade. It made me cringe for a long time but now when they remind me I just shrug and say ‘I was young’ . I remember the night parades being even more amazing and busier than the day ones. I remember all the lights carved into Mickey and all the other charters being spectacular and they were. Even the lights on there own were great. After the parade the castle would light up and then when you think it’s all over. The fire works go off and the castle lights up, with the Disney music playing in the background and you’re left with a really good feeling, a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach.

When we got to universal I was excited but northing compeered to what I was when I went to Disney. I remember the world ball that said universal on it being big. Once we had entered the park the first ride we went on was the Flintstones and Jettisons ride were the seat would move. I went on jaws as well and me and my sister (Yvonne) were held against our will and forced to go on it again. I also went on E.T, Men in black and the back to the future ride. E.T when I was younger was the best ride that I had gone on.

Even though I have been to Florida a total of five times the first time to me is the best ever for a load of reasons. One, I was only seven and everything was magical about it, like thinking that all the charters were real. Two, I thought that all the lights were cool. Number three, people are nice to you when you’re only seven and the most important reason is, because it was my first time there.

Primary four

Primary four was different and harder from all the pervious years. To me it was my worst year in primary school. Why I hear you ask? Well for a few good and plain stupid reasons, and let’s just get it straight here it wasn’t a bad year, but my worst primary school one because I got rejected from the school choir at nine. What made it worst was that there were only sixty people in my whole school at the time. I mean the only good thing about It was that it that me know how to handle rejection well in the future. The other bad thing about that year was that I was always fighting with my teacher, Mrs. McKay over stupid things like drinking water. I’ll be honest here. When I Look back I was probably the one in the wrong but I wouldn’t go as far to say that she was always right. Looking back on it now Primary four was fun just not as fun as the others

Primary six

I was glad to be going into primary six. It made me feel important that I was in the top second class. I got a new teacher for that year. Her name was Mrs. Houston. She was very laid back compeered to my previous teacher Mrs. McKay. I remember that year as being one my best years at primary school because all the topics we did that year were fun. We did the sixty’s that year.

Primary seven

After primary six the teachers were moved around and Because of this move I got stuck with Mrs. McKay again.
I remember that we had to look after the primary ones who had just came to the school that year. Mrs. McKay assigned most of the class to two primary ones but I was only assigned to one primary one to look after. I remember that I got assigned to a little girl with brown hair whose name I forget now. Anyway the little girl didn’t go too well as she preferred the Primary fours to hang out with.

As primary sevens we kept getting reminded that we would soon be going to high school.
I myself at the beginning of primary seven knew that I would not be attending the school that the rest of my class mates were going to attend. I was going to go to St Michaels Academy were all my older brothers and sisters had went. It had been planed for a long time that I would be going there but saying this my mum and dad never once forced it upon me that I must go and told me that I could attend Garnock if I wished so. I went on a couple of trips to Garnock Academy with the rest of my class. I found the school ok but my sister Yvonne who had attended Garnock academy for a year told me not to go and that it would be a bad ideal in the long term. I eventually decided that I would go with tradition and follow my brothers and sisters into St Michael’s.

First time at ST Michaels

Because I had chosen St Michaels I had to go to the two day introduction into high school by my self.
I remember the night before I was very nervous as well as excited with anticipation, and kept asking annoying question, like how the dinner card worked. They would tell me how it worked, but I would be back two seconds later asking again just to make sure I had got it right. I looked forward to my first day of St Michaels, I mean of course I had been to St Michaels before, because of my brothers and sisters concerts and things, but this was the first time that I would be going as a pupil, well maybe not a pupil, but a temp pupil, I guess.

I remember it being a bright, sunny and quite a warm day. The weather however did not help my nervous, I remember getting in the car with my dad and setting off for St Michaels getting more nervous the closer we got to the school. So when I had got there I was shaking and I remember loads of people in different colored uniforms. That made me feel more nervous since most people had someone from their school with them and I kind of felt alone. We were told to enter the assembly hall and take a seat by our school. I was quite unsure were to sit but a nice lady who was the first and second year’s pupil support teacher at the time told me to sit next to all the other pupils with out a school group with them.
After we were all seated and settled we were told that our first year support teacher was going to be Mr. Johnston and that the lady teacher who had shown me to my seat was going to retire. After that we had to say the father’s prayer which made me feel tenser since I hadn’t a clue how it went and looked like an idiot trying to copy what everyone else was doing. I remember Mr. Johnston looking as confused as I was and that give me comfort to know I wasn’t the only one confused. After that we were told to go to our registration class so that we could get a grasp of what registration was like but unfortunately for me I went the wrong way and went to the wrong class. I felt so embarrassed, but I wasn’t the only person to get lost that day. I remember our first lesson being English. When I heard that I was getting Mr. Jenkins I was trilled because I had heard so much about him from my brother and sisters as being a nice teacher and telling bad jokes which to me seemed like a laugh. The first thing he asked us is if any of us were bad at spelling, a few of the class put their hand up including me. Then he asked us if any of us read. I think a dozen of us put our hand in the air. After that he told us that It didn’t have to be a book, that it could be a magazine or newspaper. The whole class had their hand in the air now and then he changed the subject back to reading books by telling us about this book cetirfectit thing. He told us that there were three stages bronze, silver and gold. To get any of these awards you had to read a certain amount of books. For example you had to read four books to get the bronze award but if you wanted to reach silver you would have to read other six or something like that. Then the subject turned into David Beckham’s Autobiography which then turned into football. The next subject that day was R.E, were all we did was introduce each other to one and other. My R.E teacher was called Mrs. Peline. She was friendly woman and she told us that she would be getting some of us for science. A boy in the class told her that he had been told that it was better to get her in R.E than it was to get her in science. She admitted yes and that the reason for that was is because in science she had to be on track wares as in R.E she never had to. I found it odd that an R.E teacher could be a science teacher but hey odder things have happened.

The rest of the day and the second day was basically the same, the teachers just telling and preparing us for what was to come in high school.

Last day of primary school

It was a tradition at our school to bring a school polo shirt to school for everyone in the school to sign, even all the teachers and the people you didn’t like would sign. It was weird to bring my polo shirt in that day because I could remember signing all of the previous primary sevens shirts from all the other years. I remember putting my name across the collar and asking all the people in primary seven to sign my shirt in the one place. I remember what my Mrs. McKay wrote the most on my shirt for some strange reason. She wrote keep smiling. It makes me laugh when I think about it, like I would stop smiling. I mean high school is the happiest place on earth, isn’t it? I remember that we all got the big daily chocolate bars form one of the helper teachers; she did it to every primary seven class leaving to go to high school so that was a tradition too. School was fun that day and it was a good way to end it.

I was invited to a party for all those who were leaving primary school and a couple of other people, because a party wouldn’t be a party with only five people. I remember that the first thing we did was play rounder’s, then after that we had lunch. Once that was over we played pentacles, they let me win, not that I would of cared if I had lost which I would have done if they had not let me take the goal further to the goal post than the rest of them. After that we had a water fight or to put it rightly hit Gavin’s dad with as much water as you can. After that the party came to a close with an other game of rounders

St Michaels- first and second year

St Michaels first and second year is a bit hard to explain and to be honest its not something I talk about often, in fact school is something I don’t talk about.
I remember the first week was really good, I had made friends with a girl called Jenifer and a boy called Ian.All my teachers were nice and I enjoyed not being stuck in one class all the time. The only thing wrong with it was that I hardly went due to surcumstancies, that I don’t feel like talking about.Looking back on it it all seems like a stupid dream that I was watching from above. Mind you I will be honest, that I had a lot fun and always take alot of funny memories with me from st Micks as I would call it.

Moving

I remember being upset at the Ideal of moving. It just seemed stupid to me and I thought about how our house held so many memories. I was scared to leave them and start fresh.I thought that if we left the house then I would somehow leave a part of me behind. Stupid I know but thats the way I felt. I would make up every excuse in the book as to why we shouldn’t leave but northing worked, the more excuses I made the stupider they got. I even offered to get a job and use the wages that I earned to help pay the bills.My mum laughed when I said that and said if only they were all like you.Unfortunately I had to face the fact that no matter what I or anyone else for that matter said it wouldn’t change my mum and dad’s minds.

It took forever for us to move. It seemed like it was the house that only we loved and whilst I was glad that I had got what I have wished for. I also got annoyed at the fact that no one wanted it.I didn’t understand why no one wanted the house that I was so glad I had grew up in and would do anything in the world to keep living in but of course I was too stupid and naive to see that our house had faults that were costly. Eventually my mum and dad just got fed up and moved whilst still trying to sell the house that we had left behind. When I read this back I think I became obsessed with the house.

New Life

When we first moved to our new house I was still upset and still really stubborn over the whole thing. I still thought my mother and father were insane to leave “all of that” as I would of put it behind but now I realize that they had everybody’s best interest in heart.

It took me a while for the realization of the whole situation to sink in and after a few months of living in my new home I began to think to myself hey, this isn’t so bad. It was beginning to feel like home and I felt a lot happier than I had in a long time.

Castle Douglas high

I didn’t really know what to think the first time I seen castle Douglas high. My first thought was that I thought it looked odd for an high school, then the colour screamer of the building came into mind as brighter and more colourful than my other school was.

My hopes and dreams

conclusion

Looking back on all of this I think “wow kid you got it so lucky”