Well, it's been awhile.
For one of my classes this semester we have to keep a blog, so I decided to check out this old thing. Talk about a trip down memory lane. I feel a lot older than the lost little 18 year old who started a blog out of boredom. I was reading my old posts and damn I've really changed.
When I first started this blog I was fresh out of high school and not in a very happy state of mind. I was having moodswings and just generally lacking in hope. I didn't think the future was exciting or hopeful, it scared me. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, I didn't have a job, and my grammar was pretty bad too :P
Even though I've changed a lot, some things are still the same. I still love monkeys, and good music. I still can't tolerate feet,and I'm still barely five feet tall. But what has changed? Well, I have an amazing boyfriend now, my darling Kyle. We met back in March and at first we were just classmates, classmates became friends, and a few weeks ago we started dating. We're not just a couple, we're also best friends.
I also use a lot less profanities haha and I talk lyke a normal prson not lyke dis lmao.
Last year I decided to make use of my artsy-ness and do a course in art and design. I got my diploma, but it wasn't for me. I was devestated when I didn't get accepted into the next year, but this year I started studying English and New Media studies at AUT. And I'm really enjoying it, it's not like school at all.
Three years ago, I was the girl sitting in the back of the class laughing about turbans and doing as little work as I could. I never thought I would become a dedicated and hard-working student, or that I'd have a lovely boyfriend. I'm pleased I re-read this blog. I'm not going to delete any old posts, because I want this blog to be authentic. Even though I'm probably the only person who reads it atm :P
By the way, turbans are still awesome :D
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Sunday, 29 April 2012
(very)short story
This is something I wrote awhile ago and I really like:
I have tuna on toast for breakfast. I don't know why because I don't usually eat fish, and there was half a box of rice krispies left. Then I leave the building and go for a walk. It's one of those days that look like they'd be warm but theyr'e actually cold as fuck. Everything is silent, except for the birds whispering in the trees. I wonder what they're talking about?
... I killed her... the voice in my head was screaming and I had to shut it up.
I run to the river and leap in. My jumper balloons around me and the blood spreads out like watercolour paint. It's almost beautiful. I climb out of the water and shake myself like a dog, then I lie down on the hill. I feel the sun against my skin. I wonder what it would feel like to touch the sun? Hot...
...red...
...red blood dripping down my arms.
Only its not really red, more a dark mahogany colour. It didn't feel as good as I thought it would. I just felt numb. Then my little brother ran into the room. He screamed and ran off.
"Mummy!"
Mum and dad ran into the room. They saw me sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a dead cats body, cradling it. The knife lying beside me.
Why did I do it?
Why???
After that no one talked to me at all. They looked right through me like I wasn't real. And two weeks later they sent me away so they'd never have to look at me again.
My name is Sasha Jones. I live with my parents and younger brother-lived, I mean. My favourite food was roast pork, and my favourite TV show was Buffy the vampire slayer. I played basketball. I suppose I was a relatively normal girl. But what is normal anyway? If someone was completely normal, what would they do? Eat normal toast, and drink normal water, and live in a normal house with white walls. I live in a house with white walls. Does that mean I'm still normal?
Everything is white around here. The ceiling, the bedsheets, the outfits we wear. In the winter, it was white outside too. When I looked outside each morning, it was like a large white bed sheet had been thrown over the world. The only escape from all this white, was the calendar above my bed. It has pictures of beaches, in different parts of the world. The little boxes are filled with things like "hat-making" or "town outing" or "Sunday roast".
I stare at my calendar now. In this heat, the beach scene is no longer inviting. The once golden sand is now a reddish-brown, the water is murky and viscous. There is a seagull perched on a rock. It's sharp eyes and beak point at me, accusingly. I pull the calendar loose, and put it face down on my desk.
Outside my locked door, I hear raised voices. Panicking. I lay on my bed, and put in my headphones to block them out. I raise my arms above my head. My arms are adorned with scratches, and from one of them, a tiny drop of blood.
I must have been asleep awhile, when I wake it's almost dusk, and someone is banging on my door. " Are you in there Sasha? Unlock the door! We need to talk to you!" Slowly, I roll out of bed, unlock the door, and slide it open. My head is groggy, and my body aches. But I can smell roast pork. My favourite.
I have tuna on toast for breakfast. I don't know why because I don't usually eat fish, and there was half a box of rice krispies left. Then I leave the building and go for a walk. It's one of those days that look like they'd be warm but theyr'e actually cold as fuck. Everything is silent, except for the birds whispering in the trees. I wonder what they're talking about?
... I killed her... the voice in my head was screaming and I had to shut it up.
I run to the river and leap in. My jumper balloons around me and the blood spreads out like watercolour paint. It's almost beautiful. I climb out of the water and shake myself like a dog, then I lie down on the hill. I feel the sun against my skin. I wonder what it would feel like to touch the sun? Hot...
...red...
...red blood dripping down my arms.
Only its not really red, more a dark mahogany colour. It didn't feel as good as I thought it would. I just felt numb. Then my little brother ran into the room. He screamed and ran off.
"Mummy!"
Mum and dad ran into the room. They saw me sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a dead cats body, cradling it. The knife lying beside me.
Why did I do it?
Why???
After that no one talked to me at all. They looked right through me like I wasn't real. And two weeks later they sent me away so they'd never have to look at me again.
My name is Sasha Jones. I live with my parents and younger brother-lived, I mean. My favourite food was roast pork, and my favourite TV show was Buffy the vampire slayer. I played basketball. I suppose I was a relatively normal girl. But what is normal anyway? If someone was completely normal, what would they do? Eat normal toast, and drink normal water, and live in a normal house with white walls. I live in a house with white walls. Does that mean I'm still normal?
Everything is white around here. The ceiling, the bedsheets, the outfits we wear. In the winter, it was white outside too. When I looked outside each morning, it was like a large white bed sheet had been thrown over the world. The only escape from all this white, was the calendar above my bed. It has pictures of beaches, in different parts of the world. The little boxes are filled with things like "hat-making" or "town outing" or "Sunday roast".
I stare at my calendar now. In this heat, the beach scene is no longer inviting. The once golden sand is now a reddish-brown, the water is murky and viscous. There is a seagull perched on a rock. It's sharp eyes and beak point at me, accusingly. I pull the calendar loose, and put it face down on my desk.
Outside my locked door, I hear raised voices. Panicking. I lay on my bed, and put in my headphones to block them out. I raise my arms above my head. My arms are adorned with scratches, and from one of them, a tiny drop of blood.
I must have been asleep awhile, when I wake it's almost dusk, and someone is banging on my door. " Are you in there Sasha? Unlock the door! We need to talk to you!" Slowly, I roll out of bed, unlock the door, and slide it open. My head is groggy, and my body aches. But I can smell roast pork. My favourite.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Dress for you, and no one else
People are like snowflakes. They come in so many exciting shapes and sizes. No two people look exactly the same. Everybody knows this, yet I see so many girls and women where I live, trying to copy the latest fashion trend and looking, well, less than fantastic. Not because the clothes arent great , but because they've ignored the most important rule in the fashion world: Dress to suit yourself.
This means two things; dress in a way that suits both your personality and body shape. This article focuses on body shape. The fact is, no item of clothing is going to look the same on every single person.
And if it did that would be so boring right? If you want to wear something, but it does'nt suit your shape, this does'nt mean you can't ever wear it, you just have to look for a different way to rock that trend.
There are four main body types. Most women fit into one of these categories. Many people are more than one. If thats the case, you can mix and match tips. Lets start with the most well known;
Hourglass
A floaty blouse, sinched in at the waist with a thick belt, and some boot-cut jeans
Tall and athletic
What looks great:
A cool outfit would be:
long black boots over pale blue wash jeans, with a patterned scarf and plain grey top
Apple
What looks great:
Petite
What looks great:
What to avoid:
A cool outfit would be:
A polka dot play suit with croopped yellow blazer and converse trainers(not hi-top!)
Body part to flaunt:clavicle-that's the area above your boobs
This means two things; dress in a way that suits both your personality and body shape. This article focuses on body shape. The fact is, no item of clothing is going to look the same on every single person.
And if it did that would be so boring right? If you want to wear something, but it does'nt suit your shape, this does'nt mean you can't ever wear it, you just have to look for a different way to rock that trend.
There are four main body types. Most women fit into one of these categories. Many people are more than one. If thats the case, you can mix and match tips. Lets start with the most well known;
Hourglass
- T-shirts with large picures on them
- Waist belts
- Wide leg jeans
- girly blouses
- tops with drapy necklines or ones that sit off the shoulders
- V-necks
- pussy bows
- loose cotton shorts
- knee-length skirts that create a gorgeous silhouette
- High necked tops/turtlenecks
- small patterns
- anything too low cut Body part to flaunt:
- short"booty" shorts- this mistake is all too common Your tiny little waist
- spaghetti straps
A floaty blouse, sinched in at the waist with a thick belt, and some boot-cut jeans
Tall and athletic
What looks great:
- maxi dresses
- sparkly ballet flats
- gladiator sandals
- printed pants
- capris AKA 3/4 length
- over the knee boots
- poufy skirts and dresses
- long blazers
- anything backless
- high-waisted shorts or skirts as these might make your legs seem disprapportionatley long
- platform heels-unless you dont mind looking even taller
- cropped jackets Body part to flaunt:
- anything too "boxy" your lovely long,smooth back
- Broad shoulders or shoulder pads
A cool outfit would be:
long black boots over pale blue wash jeans, with a patterned scarf and plain grey top
Apple
What looks great:
- Tops in black or grey
- wide leg jeans
- cropped jackets( that end at the waist, no lower)
- button up blouses
- espadrilles
- empire line tops
- v-necks
- tunics
- trench coats
- tight tops
- skinny jeans
- short shorts/skirts Body part to flaunt:
- crop tops Apple shaped people have really great slender legs
- thin 'stiletto' heels
Petite
What looks great:
- high-waisted shorts and jeans
- skinny jeans
- high-heeled boots
- playsuits
- dresses that hit just above the knee
- mini-skirts
- cropped jackets
- scoop neck t-shirts emphasise your bust
- leggings
What to avoid:
- long skirts(anything below the knee will cut you off)
- wide legged pants
- big patterns
- big puffy sleeves
- heavy scarves
- tunics
A cool outfit would be:
A polka dot play suit with croopped yellow blazer and converse trainers(not hi-top!)
Body part to flaunt:clavicle-that's the area above your boobs
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
horrakopotchikin
Wow!! Havent been on here all June!!Well just thout Id make a random post. I'm going away for a week so Im leaving on friday yay!!
so what hav I bin doin this past month?
well I had the guitar competetions and got a 2nd place medal in sight reading. Still trying to find a job. And Ive been working on some stories and my art portfolio. Ive also been feeding my shopping addiction probably more than I need to. wow this post is really boring. hmm cant think of anything interesting to say...
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
bleed it out
(This is a story I wrote)
Oli did something weird in the summer holidays. He read a book. It was the first book Oli had ever read, and he loved it. It was called "The vampires assistant" and it had a picture of a spider on the cover. That was why Oli wanted to read it. He loved scary things. Oli learnt two things from reading his first book. The first was that reading was'nt deadly and the second was that vampires were real. And Oli was fascinated about that. He called his best friend Malcolm, as soon as he finished the book. "Malcolm. you'll never believe this!" "What up homey?" Malcom said.Although he was white and from the rich part of town Malcolm liked to talk and act like a "gangsta"." I read this book.." "No fucking way man! Don't worry come over to my crib and we'll play COD till the shock wears off". "No that's not what I wanted to tell you!"Oli said. "I found out that vampires do exist". "That's bullshit yo" 'No it's true shit" Oli insisted. "You see the book is a TRUE STORY about this kid called Darren shan". I'm comin over to show you". Oli showed Malcolm the book. Sure enough it had "based on a true story" written on the front cover."I'm sorry I doubted you man" Malcolm said. "That's some fucked up shit". By the time Oli left Malcolm's house, it was pitch black. He was feeling more than a bit scared. What if there were vampires in Forest green? It was so dark that Oli nedded to use his mobile phone for light. He was jogging through the park when several dark hooded figures appeared out of nowhere. Vampires! Oli screamed like a little bitch. The tall figures pushed him to the ground and snatched his mobile. Oh no! Oli couldn't let vampires see his phone! It had all his friends numbers, not to mention that embarassing picture of him at Malcolm;s party. He had to grab the phone back, but the vampires started punching him and then ONE OF THEM BIT HIM! Right on the neck! Then they ran off chuckling. The next moring when Oli woke up he felt different. It must be the vampire blood. It was probably coursing through his veins already. Oli tried to call Malcom tp tell him but his mum said he was'nt home. So Oli called his friend max instead. But Max was apparently out planting trees at some reserve. Oli did'nt know what to do. He couldn't tell his mum this sort of thing. It was boy stuff. It was times like this Oli wished his dad had'nt run off with that exotic dancer, 12 years ago. Oli tried to relax by playing some COD and watching his favourite show, Americas next top model. But he was starting to feel hungry. And not for his usual lunch of crisps and coke bottle sweets. He wanted blood. And he was going to get it. "I'm going to the mall!" he called to his mum and then he left the house without closing the door because he was a bad-ass vampire now. Immediately the sun began to scorch his flesh so he ran back inti the house and grabbed his coat andsunglasses and a hat. He walked to the main street where there would be lots of tasty humans. Oli spied a very fat man and just knew that he would be tasty. So Oli lunged at the man and bit into his neck. Arrrgghh!!!! the man screamed. "Get off me you little toerag!Help!I'm being attacked!" Two shop workers dragged Oli away from the far man and Oli began trying to bite them. Then the police arrived and put Oli into their car, and drove him to the police staion, downtown. They called his mum in. She was crying and saying how it was her fault, that she should've enrolled Oli in birdhouse building classes and blocke MTV. "I t;s not his fault officer, he suffers from ADHD and a very overactive imagination. He had a nasty bout of pnemonia as a baby. And he has an abnormally small p-" "That's enough miss!" "Pancreas " Oli's mum finished. By now Oli was almost fully transformed into a vampire. He did'nt care about what these wankers in blue thought. "Why did you bite that large gentleman?" asked one of the officers. "I'm a vampire.I have to eat" Oli replied. "A vampire? I see!" The officers asked Oli's mum a lot of questions then they made a few calls and let Oli go home. The nest day a big truck arrived outside Oli's home. Several men rushed into Oli's room strapped him into a straitjacket and carried him away. They took him to a mental hospital in the middle of the countyside. It was called "The loony bin" which Oli found a bit un-p.c."I'm not crazy!"Oli tried to tell the men. "I'm just a vamire! And I have ADHD". 'A vampire with ADHD? That's a new one" the man chuckled.They dragged Oli into a large padded room and locked the door. Oli looked around the room, taking it in with hisnewly formed vampire vision. There were three other people in the room, all men. One of them was eating his toenails and mumbling " Would you like some more tea Mrs peterken?Oh Mr Scrumblington youre yet to eat your pumpkin pie". The second manwas very hairy, like Oli's p.e teacher Mr booble. He was ferociosly sharpenibg a toothbrush. Oli quickly moved his gaze to the third man, who was sitting on his haunches resting his hand under his arm. He looked the mostnormal so Oli went up to him. "Um hi I'm Oli" he said. The man leapt up and let out a loud quacking sound. Weird.Very weird. Even weider still he started pecking at the ground around Oli's feet."That's Steve. He thinks he's a duck." laughed the man who was eating his toenails "What a mentalist. Do you want to come join my tea party?We have hob-knobs and orange squash" "What's your name?" Oli asked. "I;m Bob" said the man. He had either three or four teeth and he smelt like a mixture of B.O,faeces and dead animals. And that over yonder is Fred. Stay away from him, he's very rude. Tried to stab me the other day, he did". Oli became aware that Fred was staring at him. "You ever been stabbed little monkey? Would you like a nice stabbing?" "Erm no thank you sir but it was kind of you to offer. By the way I'm Oli." Bob shook Oli's hand and wiped a booger on his fringe. "I'm gonna shoe my fist up your arse Oli"Fred said in an evil voice. Steve quacked."I'm a vampire" Oli explained. "And I'm really hungry for blood" Without a word, Fred walked up to the barred door. There was a sparrow sniffing around. Fred stabbed it on his sharpend toothbrush and handed it to Oli. Oli was touched. He'd only been in the hospital half an hour and he'd already made friends. Maybe it was'nt going to be so bad.At dinnertime, they bought round bread and water, but Fred killed a rat for Oli to drink from. Oli decided that just because he was a vampire did'nt mean he had to be a killer. He would drink from animals. But he definitly needed to get out of the hospital. He did'nt belong there. But over the nextfew days Oli got to know the other guys and realised that they were'nt as crazy as he'd thought. Fred had some anger issues but he was actually quite a softy. Bob had imaginery friends but what was wrong with that? Oli had imaginery friends when he was a little kid. And even though Steve believed he was a duck, Oli felt like they had really bonded. Steve was a cool guy and he did'nt deserve to be in this place. He deserved to be in a park with a big lake. So the four of them concocted a plan to escape. One day while they were having group therapy, Fred caused a bit of a stir by head butting one of the workers.While several men held him down and tranquilised him, Bob set off the fire alarm and sprinklers. Steve and Oli made a run for it. Amid all the chaos of evacuating everybody from the room no one noticed that Oli and Steve had disappeared. Unfortunatley Fred and Bob hadn' been able to escape. Oli and Steve reached the town, they went their seperate ways. Steve headed to the park on the outskirts of town and Oli headed in the apposite direction. Before they parted ways, they each hugged each other goodbye. Oli had become strangely attached to Steve and he found himself shedding a secret tear. "I'll miss youu bro. Take care of yourself" Oli mumbled. And on that note Steve flapped his wings and and flew away. Oli was gobsmacked. He went to the local library to see if there were any books about vampires. In an ancient looking book it said that a vampire could be turned back into a human by sharing blood with two other humans. Now, that was an idea. Oli hurried over to Max's house. Luckily Max was home. And boy was he pleased to see Oli. He even put down his spliff."Oli how totally groovy to see you again" he cried and gave Oli a big hug. "But aren't you crazy?" "Nah mate" Oli told Max the whole story of his turning into a blood-sucking creature of the night. Max, loyal friend that he was said he would definitly help Oli become human again. They called Malcolm and he came round to Max's place. They all cut a small chunk of skin out of their forearms and rubbed their blood together. Then they felt so faint, they collapsed to the ground. "How you feelin bruv?" asked Malcolm. "I feel normal again " said Oli. He did. He no longer longed to drink the hot blood of a person. But he was dying for Mcdonalds cheeseburger with fries. So he went down the road and got one. "This is a lot nicer than rats" he said. Malcolm and Max burst out laughing. And Oli laughed too because his life was perfect.
Oli did something weird in the summer holidays. He read a book. It was the first book Oli had ever read, and he loved it. It was called "The vampires assistant" and it had a picture of a spider on the cover. That was why Oli wanted to read it. He loved scary things. Oli learnt two things from reading his first book. The first was that reading was'nt deadly and the second was that vampires were real. And Oli was fascinated about that. He called his best friend Malcolm, as soon as he finished the book. "Malcolm. you'll never believe this!" "What up homey?" Malcom said.Although he was white and from the rich part of town Malcolm liked to talk and act like a "gangsta"." I read this book.." "No fucking way man! Don't worry come over to my crib and we'll play COD till the shock wears off". "No that's not what I wanted to tell you!"Oli said. "I found out that vampires do exist". "That's bullshit yo" 'No it's true shit" Oli insisted. "You see the book is a TRUE STORY about this kid called Darren shan". I'm comin over to show you". Oli showed Malcolm the book. Sure enough it had "based on a true story" written on the front cover."I'm sorry I doubted you man" Malcolm said. "That's some fucked up shit". By the time Oli left Malcolm's house, it was pitch black. He was feeling more than a bit scared. What if there were vampires in Forest green? It was so dark that Oli nedded to use his mobile phone for light. He was jogging through the park when several dark hooded figures appeared out of nowhere. Vampires! Oli screamed like a little bitch. The tall figures pushed him to the ground and snatched his mobile. Oh no! Oli couldn't let vampires see his phone! It had all his friends numbers, not to mention that embarassing picture of him at Malcolm;s party. He had to grab the phone back, but the vampires started punching him and then ONE OF THEM BIT HIM! Right on the neck! Then they ran off chuckling. The next moring when Oli woke up he felt different. It must be the vampire blood. It was probably coursing through his veins already. Oli tried to call Malcom tp tell him but his mum said he was'nt home. So Oli called his friend max instead. But Max was apparently out planting trees at some reserve. Oli did'nt know what to do. He couldn't tell his mum this sort of thing. It was boy stuff. It was times like this Oli wished his dad had'nt run off with that exotic dancer, 12 years ago. Oli tried to relax by playing some COD and watching his favourite show, Americas next top model. But he was starting to feel hungry. And not for his usual lunch of crisps and coke bottle sweets. He wanted blood. And he was going to get it. "I'm going to the mall!" he called to his mum and then he left the house without closing the door because he was a bad-ass vampire now. Immediately the sun began to scorch his flesh so he ran back inti the house and grabbed his coat andsunglasses and a hat. He walked to the main street where there would be lots of tasty humans. Oli spied a very fat man and just knew that he would be tasty. So Oli lunged at the man and bit into his neck. Arrrgghh!!!! the man screamed. "Get off me you little toerag!Help!I'm being attacked!" Two shop workers dragged Oli away from the far man and Oli began trying to bite them. Then the police arrived and put Oli into their car, and drove him to the police staion, downtown. They called his mum in. She was crying and saying how it was her fault, that she should've enrolled Oli in birdhouse building classes and blocke MTV. "I t;s not his fault officer, he suffers from ADHD and a very overactive imagination. He had a nasty bout of pnemonia as a baby. And he has an abnormally small p-" "That's enough miss!" "Pancreas " Oli's mum finished. By now Oli was almost fully transformed into a vampire. He did'nt care about what these wankers in blue thought. "Why did you bite that large gentleman?" asked one of the officers. "I'm a vampire.I have to eat" Oli replied. "A vampire? I see!" The officers asked Oli's mum a lot of questions then they made a few calls and let Oli go home. The nest day a big truck arrived outside Oli's home. Several men rushed into Oli's room strapped him into a straitjacket and carried him away. They took him to a mental hospital in the middle of the countyside. It was called "The loony bin" which Oli found a bit un-p.c."I'm not crazy!"Oli tried to tell the men. "I'm just a vamire! And I have ADHD". 'A vampire with ADHD? That's a new one" the man chuckled.They dragged Oli into a large padded room and locked the door. Oli looked around the room, taking it in with hisnewly formed vampire vision. There were three other people in the room, all men. One of them was eating his toenails and mumbling " Would you like some more tea Mrs peterken?Oh Mr Scrumblington youre yet to eat your pumpkin pie". The second manwas very hairy, like Oli's p.e teacher Mr booble. He was ferociosly sharpenibg a toothbrush. Oli quickly moved his gaze to the third man, who was sitting on his haunches resting his hand under his arm. He looked the mostnormal so Oli went up to him. "Um hi I'm Oli" he said. The man leapt up and let out a loud quacking sound. Weird.Very weird. Even weider still he started pecking at the ground around Oli's feet."That's Steve. He thinks he's a duck." laughed the man who was eating his toenails "What a mentalist. Do you want to come join my tea party?We have hob-knobs and orange squash" "What's your name?" Oli asked. "I;m Bob" said the man. He had either three or four teeth and he smelt like a mixture of B.O,faeces and dead animals. And that over yonder is Fred. Stay away from him, he's very rude. Tried to stab me the other day, he did". Oli became aware that Fred was staring at him. "You ever been stabbed little monkey? Would you like a nice stabbing?" "Erm no thank you sir but it was kind of you to offer. By the way I'm Oli." Bob shook Oli's hand and wiped a booger on his fringe. "I'm gonna shoe my fist up your arse Oli"Fred said in an evil voice. Steve quacked."I'm a vampire" Oli explained. "And I'm really hungry for blood" Without a word, Fred walked up to the barred door. There was a sparrow sniffing around. Fred stabbed it on his sharpend toothbrush and handed it to Oli. Oli was touched. He'd only been in the hospital half an hour and he'd already made friends. Maybe it was'nt going to be so bad.At dinnertime, they bought round bread and water, but Fred killed a rat for Oli to drink from. Oli decided that just because he was a vampire did'nt mean he had to be a killer. He would drink from animals. But he definitly needed to get out of the hospital. He did'nt belong there. But over the nextfew days Oli got to know the other guys and realised that they were'nt as crazy as he'd thought. Fred had some anger issues but he was actually quite a softy. Bob had imaginery friends but what was wrong with that? Oli had imaginery friends when he was a little kid. And even though Steve believed he was a duck, Oli felt like they had really bonded. Steve was a cool guy and he did'nt deserve to be in this place. He deserved to be in a park with a big lake. So the four of them concocted a plan to escape. One day while they were having group therapy, Fred caused a bit of a stir by head butting one of the workers.While several men held him down and tranquilised him, Bob set off the fire alarm and sprinklers. Steve and Oli made a run for it. Amid all the chaos of evacuating everybody from the room no one noticed that Oli and Steve had disappeared. Unfortunatley Fred and Bob hadn' been able to escape. Oli and Steve reached the town, they went their seperate ways. Steve headed to the park on the outskirts of town and Oli headed in the apposite direction. Before they parted ways, they each hugged each other goodbye. Oli had become strangely attached to Steve and he found himself shedding a secret tear. "I'll miss youu bro. Take care of yourself" Oli mumbled. And on that note Steve flapped his wings and and flew away. Oli was gobsmacked. He went to the local library to see if there were any books about vampires. In an ancient looking book it said that a vampire could be turned back into a human by sharing blood with two other humans. Now, that was an idea. Oli hurried over to Max's house. Luckily Max was home. And boy was he pleased to see Oli. He even put down his spliff."Oli how totally groovy to see you again" he cried and gave Oli a big hug. "But aren't you crazy?" "Nah mate" Oli told Max the whole story of his turning into a blood-sucking creature of the night. Max, loyal friend that he was said he would definitly help Oli become human again. They called Malcolm and he came round to Max's place. They all cut a small chunk of skin out of their forearms and rubbed their blood together. Then they felt so faint, they collapsed to the ground. "How you feelin bruv?" asked Malcolm. "I feel normal again " said Oli. He did. He no longer longed to drink the hot blood of a person. But he was dying for Mcdonalds cheeseburger with fries. So he went down the road and got one. "This is a lot nicer than rats" he said. Malcolm and Max burst out laughing. And Oli laughed too because his life was perfect.
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