Angles

The Angels are here, The Angels are here.

Angel light, Angel bright
Oh help guard those I love through this night.
I know your here in your beautiful glory light.
Watch over her through the night and help her Fight.

The darkness is closing in and the fear is here.
Break the shadows there.
The ugly black pushes everywhere.
Looking for a way to the nere.

Oh angles come and break the musky gloom.
Let our light break the obscenity's, and let the frail flower bloom.
reweave the carpet of life upon your golden loom.
and clean out the black cancer with you hallowed broom.

Sweet Angels take you brilliant voices and sing all pain away.
Color her cheeks rose and lift the gray.
Bring the joy of life and day.
Let her feel your joyful rays.
Let her laugh again like she use to everyday.

Caring Angels, Gentle Angels guide her to your garden.
Let her bath in the glory of the Lords pardon.
She not abandon but live in your haven.
take away the vicious poison.
spread your healing lotion.
Clear the clouded vision.
Let her come in the gardens trodden avenue.

Harmonious Angels,
Let her know we love her, for always and forever.
we're always thinking of her.
Without her We would not be who we are.
she taught us everything we know.
Be her guardians, and protect her well, as she watches over us as we sing of her from where once she left us for the Lord's so beautiful ground.

Never let our memories fade.
for she was such a jade.
Nothing I would have traded.
for the time I spent in her knowledgeable shade.
she was are old maid,
that was never let the age invade.
Was always on a crusade,
A fire rocket with a grenade.
We can never repay,
what she gave.

Sweet Angel of light, Sweet Angel of bright
Caring Angels, Gentle Angels
Harmonious Angels,
Oh Angles.

We only ask for you love.

I love you Grandma,
I love you so much you can leave,
tell me how heaven looks someday
Love you hayden

goodbye, i love u.

i am sitting in a room, shock runs cold and love runs fast with every tear that rolls down my soddens cheeks, i weep... for the garden that will wither with u.... for the happy memorys with u... i weep for the love i have for u... and the need to say goodbye.
angels take u. angels guide u. we love u.
it hurts to say goodbye but go in love and comfort, i'll see one day.
Goodbye.

just ask.

YOu would take away her fight.
YOu would take it away with the words
"It's what she would have wanted."
And I ask you this.
"You now what she wants so well?"
YOu just take it with your feeble justification!
JUST TAKE!!! JUST TAKE!!
"Do you even know what she would have wanted?!!"
YOu take away the chance!!
YOU make her decision!!
YOu JUST TAKE HER FIGHT!!
"HAVE YOU ASKED HER WHAT SHE WANTS?!?!"
She may lay in the bed looking small and frail, but she is stronger
then you on so many leagues she can take it! It's why she lays there
fighting for you!! IN PAIN FOR YOU!! and you would go and take the
little aid they can provide!! take it because...
"It's what she would have wanted."
"HOW DARE YOU JUST GO AND TAKE IT!"
"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M A CHILD THROWING A FIT
AND SAY THAT I AM TO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND THESE
THINGS!"
YOu go and you just take it!
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW??!"
I HATE YOU FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE!!
I HATE YOU FOR NOT ASKING HER!!
I HATE YOU FOR TELLING ME I'M A CHILD!!
YOu would let her go without a fight!!
And that is what I HATE MOST OF ALL!!
YOu think it's your decision but it's not!
BUT I'm here telling you to ask her
"If its what she wants."
For it's her life your giving not your own...
Don't take the only aid they can give her and throw it away, it might save her.
I'm begging you to ask her as she lay on the big bed and ask her
"If she wants to go down with out a fight for her love now? if she
just wants to wait and die...
If that is what she wants?"

YOu Love, why don't you ask her...


Another one for you Grandma from you Granddaughter.
I just wish they'd ask you what you wanted now... It's your decision now.
Just now we Love you anyway you choose to go. ~HSM

Alianne Morrigan

Waiting...

I am sorry but there is just something about hospitals. There's the hospital smell. The Hospital look of all natural colors and gray tones. There's that feeling like something watching you ( thought that could just be my own paranoia). There's just something about hospitals that is weired. I may just be crazy but that's what I think. Sitting in a silent waiting room afraid to talk and afraid to think, for fear you'll think of the worst. What is a Hospital but a waiting ground for news. okay sorry I am going philosophical so i better just stop there, for now.

I just feel like I am falling to pieces as the night goes on.

Just Waiting
Just waiting always wait, just waiting.
Fear gripping in my heart I wait for the news.
In the utter silence of the waiting room, I wait.
Waiting while the snow falls thick.
Waiting while the wind winds up.
Waiting as the breath, breaths raggedly.
As the sweat soaked brow wrinkles with the unseen pain I can not fathom.
To see it cripple the stubbornest and strongest of characters.
The terror and the pain choke of my voice with tears I can't shed.
I must be strong in the wait.
The wait of the unknowing.
The wait of The undecided end.
She is the only one to make the decision now.
To fight or follow...
I am just the waiter, no more then that.
I have done all I may do...
And now for the angels' choice in it all.
I sit and just wait, wait till the final tallies in, always waiting.
You are forgiven... because there was nothing ever to forgive...

For Grandma from your Granddaughter /HSM

Love,
Alianne Morrigan

sorry...

I know its been awhile but opera week was hecktic then I've just got all this stuff on top of it and I just havn't had any time what so ever. Friday we put on our opera and I have to say one of our very very best. Though the After party was not as exciting as past years I know Izzy had a lot more fun then rest of us. You'll have to ask her for the dirty deets but I am sure she'll spill she was having way to much fun not to. I am in SSR again and I am righting because thats how I relieve my stress, that's just how it works for me I just write and creat a new world so I don't have to live in this one. well i just nearly got caught at my rebellioness by Mrs. Patricia so I got to high tail it... make sure to get those deets from iz.

Aly M.

I am talking to you...

Beth I am talking to you see i am, i am. I was wearing the green longsleeve shirt that u gave me a while ago, during this summer. you know the pretty one! I am talking to you a lot see how many times i am posting??!? see i am talking to you when i want to talk to will! here you can go and read this...

Aly watched with a growing smirk as Izzy crossed the Fourier head down to talk to Will’s friend. Aly slowly got closer till she could hear what they were saying and couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. ‘It’s a date indeed’ thought Aly humorously.
“Eavesdropping again Aly?” asked Will from behind her. Aly turned her most charming smile on him.
“Me? I never eavesdrop, its bad for your health.” Aly said innocently.
“Then you have to be one of the most unhealthy people here.” He said giving her a playful push so she would start walking into the Grand Hall, taking away any chance of hearing what James was now talking about with his friends.
“Oh no, not me I am one of the healthiest people here.” She said with her wide eyed innocents.
“I have no doubt, the way you listen to ever conversation your not suppose to listen to.” Aly took a tray from the stack at the end, grabbing a bowl of fruit from the counter. Aly rolled her lower lip in a perfect pout.
“How am I suppose to now anything if I don’t listen to others?” she asked Will.
“You wait till people tell you.” He said in his best older bother voice.
“But what fun is that?” asked Aly “No one ever tells me anything” Will grinned.
“Maybe there’s a reason for that.” Aly scowled and shoved Will slightly.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“That with the most mundane information you come up with the wildest plots”
“I don’t call the plots”
“Dose that change what they are?” Will asked still playful.
“Yes, because I call the schemes and I am very special”
“Very special is one word for it” agreed Will a little sarcastically; Aly punched him in the diaphragm.
“Ow.” he said not as if it had hurt him, Aly hadn’t punch near hard enough for that. They had reached the end of the food line.
“You mean” said Aly
“Just call me Captain Hook” Will said with a wink, Aly stuck her tongue out at him as she went to go sit at her table.


ALianne Morrigan

LUNCH!!

LOL!! it's lunch time and we're challengeing the odds!! It's taco's for lunch and they look really yummy but i havn't eaten yet and Lucy is calling me some odd name beginning with an 'A'!! she is SO wried!! well thats all I really had to say but I think I am going to go eat some rice now and prove that i do eat... lol
G2G

Aly M.

Story Clip: Detention Part II

Ok Beth, no need to gauge my eyes out with an orange marker. Gotta go to Chem but here you go! Glad you like it!



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Izzy laughed shortly to herself and smiled. James was nice and funny and flirty, on top of good looking. But he didn’t appear to be the type she would date, based on what he’d said and what she’d heard around school.
“Something about American history that’s amusing to you?” Mr. Rotari asked as he reentered the room. Izzy jumped and quickly minimized her chat screen.
“No, sir. I’m just remembering a joke someone said today,” she made up. He looked at her suspiciously.
“Well, then you won’t mind much if I take a look at what you have thus far,” he said striding towards her. Izzy signed out of instant messenger as fast as she could, mentally shooting herself in the foot for not keeping quiet or telling James she had to go. Mr. Rotari looked over her shoulder just as she got rid of all traces of being on instant messenger and started typing her second page of her report.
“Pick up the pace,” he grumbled, after glancing over her writing. He went back up to his desk and Izzy quickly signed back on to IM. She clicked on James’ name and typed an apology lightening speed.

izzybabe14: so sorry. almost got caught by Rotari
USCfootball12: Rotari?
izzybabe14: i’m in detention writing a 6 page essay for him. its murder
USCfootball12: thats cruel. what did u do?
izzybabe14: voiced my opinion in class. didnt realize that was illegal in america
USCfootball12: its not. just in Rotaris domain
izzybabe14: not helping
USCfootball12: wasnt trying to
izzybabe14: thnx 4 ur support
USCfootball12: ok i will help if u want me to but i g2g first
izzybabe14: as long as u dont abandon me in my time of despair
USCfootball12: dont worry

James signed offline and for some reason Izzy’s heart skipped in sadness when he did. She went back to her report managing to type another full page before the door to the classroom swung open. She didn’t bother looking up, thinking it was just another teacher, until she heard the deep voice.
“Hey, Mr. Rotari. How’s it going?”
Izzy snapped her head up to the front of the room where James Cambridge was talking to Mr. Rotari. The teacher looked up from the tests he was grading, startled.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Cambridge. What can I do for you?” He asked. Izzy’s jaw threatened to drop. He was nice to James but cruel to her. Life was unfair. She realized her face was prominently indignant when James’ lips twitched into an amused smile and she tried to smooth out her features.
“Ok, the thing is, I have a report due for CIA History tomorrow and Miss Leighton will be mad if I don’t get it done,” he began.
“What’s the problem, then?” Mr. Rotari questioned with a smile. Yes, you can drop dead now. Keith Rotari smiled.
“Well, it’s a partners report. Isabella and I have to work on it together,” James explained nodding towards Izzy. The two guys looked at her as she pretended to write some more of her report.
“So you want me to let Miss Morrigan out of detention to finish a homework assignment with you?” The teacher clarified.
“Yeah. Pretty much. I mean, it’s for Miss Leighton. It’s quite important, Mr. Rotari,” James hedged.
“Oh, alright. Miss Isabella?” He finally gave in, calling out to Izzy, his voice turning from kind to sour in the two seconds it took him to say her name.
“Yes?” She asked innocently.
“You may forget about the essay for me and finish your report with Mr. Cambridge. Feel lucky; this is the first, last, and only time it will ever happen,” Mr. Rotari said warningly.
“Ok,” Izzy said excitedly, gathering up her books and shoving them and her laptop into her Prada messenger pack. James winked at her as she walked past him to the door and he followed her out, closing the door securely behind him.
“Thank you, thank you, and thank you!” Izzy said to James as they walked through the hallway. He laughed.
“No problem. That time was easy.”
“Oh, so you regularly get girls out of detention?” She asked teasingly.
“It was my specialty back in California,” James shrugged. “Well, I told Mr. Rotari we had to work on a report together so it looks like we have to hang out for the next few hours.”
Izzy smiled. “I’m not complaining.”

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~Isabella

P.S
Aly say's she's wearing your shirt?!?!

chicken...

chicken is yummy! its in a country song!! its fried in the country song, not raw or grilled because it weird that way! i don't know what to say aly is typing this and asking me about chicken! and i am scared of her!! ALY IS SCARY!! i have my own ring tone for aly.
aly's calling! ALY'S CALLING'S!! RUN AWAY!! RUN AWAY!! SHE'S GONNA EAT ME!! I LIKE ALY, SHE'S MY SISSTER!!
hehe i gota go bye
LUCY:P

Story Clip: Detention Part I

Jeez are you trying to scare me Aly?? Imagine my surprise when I open up my laptop and find the internet up where I left it on the blog but there's a new post up... I thought either I was going insane or my laptop suddenly grew a brain of its own which I wouldn't be surprised considering how many essays I write for history class.

So anyway... (drum roll please)... Aly has decided to allow me to post a story that's kinda long so it'll be broken up over a few posts that gives away some stuff... :) which I know our devoted reader Beth will love. So here you go, I really hope you enjoy it, and please give me feedback! Thanks.

And Aly I wasn't complaining about the rules per se. They keep me out of trouble :)



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Detention.
Isabella Fidellia Morrigan, straight A student who had never met a teacher who couldn’t be charmed and had never even talked to someone who got detention because she had a phobia of them, had detention with Keith Rotari. What had she done wrong, you ask? Absolutely nothing. So she’d pointed out to the teacher how many grammatical mistakes he made on the pop quiz he passed out and argued about how England wasn’t as evil as Americans portrayed it to be because of the American Revolution. He had overreacted, and now she had a date with a six page report on the causes of the American Revolution and how life changed for the better once the English were gone.
She sighed to herself as she made her way to her U.S. History classroom at seven o’clock. In her mind, the whole thing was ridiculous and violating the U.S. Constitution. Wasn’t everyone entitled to freedom of speech without persecution? Apparently not at spy school.
“Miss Morrigan. Wonderful you could join me. Get to work. Six pages and you can stay here until it’s done,” Mr. Rotari directed as she entered the classroom. Izzy nodded sullenly and sat down at the farthest seat from the door (so no one would see her) and his desk (so she wouldn’t have to see him).
She wrote her first introduction paragraph and cringed as she typed the words into her laptop. When he had slipped out of the room to get coffee, Izzy quickly signed onto instant messenger to see if anyone was on that she could talk to while she worked. She had at least fifty requests for adds and she approved them all. They were all her new classmates in her lovely hell-hole of a school who had presumably gotten her e-mail address from the “student directory”; a list of fake names they had each been assigned with cell-phone numbers and e-mail addresses online that you had to hack into to reach. Her assigned name was McKenzie Fairbanks; her last initial and her middle initial.
Alianne was on (Sophie had hacked her laptop and added her onto her buddy-list) but unsurprisingly as soon as she saw Izzy get on, she signed off. A few others were on that she recognized but before she could click on anyone, a chat window popped open on her screen with a name she couldn’t identify.

USCfootball12: hey Morrigan
izzybabe14: hey you know who i am but who r u?
USCfootball12: figure it out
izzybabe14: i need a hint of some sort
USCfootball12: ur a smart girl

Izzy frowned and typed a few sentences more in her report. This guy (she presumed it was a guy by the name and the flirtiness) was very unhelpful. She checked to make sure Mr. Rotari was still gone and went back to the chat window.

izzybabe14: ur complimentary. thats a good sign
izzybabe14: hmm. santa?
USCfootball12: not quite
izzybabe14: uh… a USC football player?
USCfootball12: only in my childhood dreams
izzybabe14: i’m lost. just a little hint?
USCfootball12: fine. my first name’s James

Izzy caught on immediately. She definitely knew that name. That was the name of the extremely hot James Cambridge, a boy who she had caught watching her many of times and had been catching glimpses at herself. He was also the same one that had called himself Jalapeño. She’d asked Veronica one day who he was and it appeared she had the same crush because she confessed to convincing an older student to hacking the school records to find out about him. She had barely talked to him besides the little Jalapeño encounter, only maybe a little “Hi” and a smile when passing him in the hallways so she knew only what she’d heard from Veronica.

izzybabe14: let me see… oh yeah. Cambridge, right? or should i say jalapeño?
USCfootball12: thats the one. although i cant say the same about u, can i?
izzybabe14: ???
USCfootball12: if you haven’t noticed theres 5 of u
izzybabe14: i tend to ignore the others
USCfootball12: that explains a lot
izzybabe14: what do u mean by that?
USCfootball12: theyre always together. without u
izzybabe14: how do u knw this?
USCfootball12: im very observant
izzybabe14: more like stalkerish
USCfootball12: i prefer the term perceptive
izzybabe14: at least it makes u sound normal. which is all that matters, right?
USCfootball12: welcome to ndaa


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Haha check back tomorrow (maybe) for some more of the story ;)

~Isabella

shhhh... lets be quiet...

I am in SSR right now, and if you can figure out what that stands for 20 points for you because lots of people would never get it. well I am sitting in SSR at my assigned set hating every minute I can't be talking. Sooo... I've stolen Izzy's life [AKA her laptop] because she's in running Quizbowl, HAHA lucky her. so I mam hanging around writing and posting on the blog [La duh because your sort of reading the post now]. I am having loads of fun here. I have a bunch of great new ideas for the book, Izzy and I were looking at TeenVouges the only teen magazine that is worth my time to look at because it has a lot of pictures. I know how random that is but i hate reading magazine articles I just look at the pictures because their the only things that can really spark an idea for the book so we yeah looking at TeenVouge I got some great new ideas!! That I am going to write up the minute I get accesses to a computer which most likely wont be for a while...which sucks so i am going to hand write for now which sucks because though all my favorite authors have written the manuscripts my God it's twice the work putting them into the computer so others can read them! why can I have awesomely neat hand writing like Izzy?? It really suck sometimes... talking about what is things that suck do you know what this Saturday is? That';s right its Valentine's Day the day of the year you are required to get something sweet for you love? complete chuck if you ask me, you should get rose and candy for your love everyday of the year [though I admit with this economy might not be the best idea] not just Valentine's Day! okay well that's a rant for Saturday not today... and I got to go because they're coming...

Alianne Morrigan

P.S

Izzy you really need to stop mocking me for my rules, their there so you don't give anything important away and i have to follow them too. It's not like i don't want to post things that break those rules... So for this once and only once can you listen to YOUR TWIN WITHOUT COMPLAINT?!?!?!

Wrong Blog... Thanks to Aly

Lol sorry about that Beth. It wasn't intended for this blog or taking about you. I was on Aly's cell phone posting and she set it up through the Sister Insider blog when it was actually supposed to go on the Noble Gossip blog. And the stalker was Ethan, the guy that stalks her. You're cool, you like our book so you're cool lol.

So just wanted to clear that and now I have to go do a report on Shakespeare. I like rebelling against my annoying teachers during school by posting random blogs when they don't even realize it. It makes me feel better about myself lol. So I'll post a clip that I'm working on later tonight. Got a school thing to do but I may be on after school and boy did I get a good idea. Let's see if it clears Aly's "rules" about posting :P

Chat later,
Isabella

One More Thing!

And I for one vouch for supporting Obama. We don't have much of a choice anyway.

Choose: Obama as prez or living with the kangaroos?

Isabella

One Question Beth...

You know Aly, Beth has a huge point on her being the only frequent reader of the blog. Although I have heard her views on the relationship between me and aforementioned character and I disagree (of course). And by the way Beth, what conversation after the first kiss are you talking about? Aly and I are both drawing blanks on this one because we're not sure what all you've read. Scary thought.

So anyways I'm in school right now waiting for French class to begin which will probably be in like five seconds because I can hear the Spanish kids complaing down the hallway. Aha, I was right. French teacher's here. Chat later. Gotta go.

Byes,
Isabella

idk random... but was wondering.

okay i know this is a very random wuestion but on a scale of one to ten ten being the best. how do u think Obama will do in office? we've had 21 recessions sense the great depression do u think this it the next think or can we pull ourselves out of it? random two useing the same scale Obama wants to pull the troops out or Iraq but i here from people over in Iraq though its a hundred times better. Iraq isn't ready and if we pull out now all the hard work and lives we put into Iraq are wastes... though it is hard to be over there, they need us a little longer before they'll be ready... do u agree one to ten? see i don't know what Obama will do but he's all we got so lets hope he dose it right.

SORRY!!

Sorry guys! I have been such a bad person for not writing at all on this blog. It's insane thought how busy freshman year is.... But I think I'll post a clip now. I never know which ones to post because Aly is such a Nazi she gives me specific rules. Here are a few of the rules she's told me that I have to go by:

-Nothing that gives anything big away (by big she means the ending, main plot, or anything that is gasp-worthy)

-Nothing that gives away any "relationships" in the book because if you haven't picked up on it by now, we're all teenage girls who at one point get boyfriends

-Nothing inappropriate (oh yeah because our book is the very essence of innapropriate behavior, we're only fourteen Aly dearest. I swear if you comment on this one...)

And my rule....

-Nothing I'll regret posting

Lol so that was some randomness on why things I post come across bland sometimes. My good writing is the stuff that is shocking. Its funny and makes you go "Omg!". But anywhoo. Here's something that I really hope my sister hasn't beat me to writing because I think I'm a genius and I will be quite angry if she ruined my thunder by posting the only thing I have in file that fits her the rules. Here you go:



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“Izzy. Would you please just shut up for once?!” Aly shrieked at her sister.
“I don’t know why you’re annoyed because you are the one that won’t bloody listen!” Izzy shouted back. She stormed off to her closet in anger stepping inside and slamming the door hard, pulling on the door knob with all her strength.
It came off.
She fell back onto her butt and stared at the shiny doorknob in her hand in horror. That wasn’t good. She stood up and tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge; it was locked.
“Uhm, Aly?” Izzy asked timidly in fear. She heard nothing. “Aly!” She called a little louder. No response. Then she faintly heard the door to the dorm slam shut and her eyes widened in alarm. All the walls were pretty much soundproof and her sisters were all downstairs.
Izzy began slamming her body against the door which didn’t do much of anything because she was small and weak. She tried everything; replacing the door knob, picking it open, taking it off its bolted tight hinges… but nothing worked. She turned on the light and sat down with a sigh giving up and waited for someone to notice her missing.
Downstairs, Aly had just stomped into the dining hall and Sophie looked around for Izzy.
“Where’s Iz?” Alex asked, knowing the girls were supposed to come down together. Aly slumped into her chair and glared at the tabletop.
“Hopefully in a landfill somewhere,” she muttered.
“Alianne!” Sophie admonished. “Seriously, where is she?”
“I’m not her babysitter. After she annoyed the hell out of me she ran off and hid. She’s probably beating something up in the PE barn,” Aly shrugged.
“Only you do that when you’re mad. Izzy wouldn’t want to break a nail,” Lucy pointed out. Aly muttered something about annoying snobby twins before Sophie shushed her.
“Well, she better not be late for class or she’ll be in big trouble. Midterms are coming up and she can’t afford to miss anything,” Sophie declared. Aly shoved any thought of her twin out of her mind and ate her breakfast.
Meanwhile, upstairs in her locked doorknobless closet, Izzy was getting bored. She looked around for something to do and felt like Sophie when she noticed how messy her closet was getting. She stood up and decided to organize while she waited which she hoped would only be for a very little while. She set to arranging her clothes by color, style, material, brand, and frequency of usage.
Three hours later, Izzy looked at her nice clean closet and sat back down. Why hadn’t anyone noticed her missing from class yet? She had missed Literature, Geography, and PE already, and should’ve been on her way to Computer Technology. By now, Sophie should be flipping out and alerting the disappearance to Aunt Genevieve, but she could hear nothing from the confines of her closet.
Downstairs in Comp Tech, Lucy slipped a note onto Aly’s desk. Aly read it and rolled her eyes, scribbling in her response.

Where’s Izzy??
How should I know?
You were the last one to talk to her
Are you accusing me of something?
Uhm, yes
Why?
Because you were also the last person to see her alive as far as we know
Haha
This is not funny Aly! With all that hacker stuff going on lately, it’s not smart for her to just disappear like this
Try telling her that

“Ladies. Is that something you’d like to share with the class?” Lucius Manor, their Comp Tech professor asked loudly. Lucy looked up timidly at him.
“No, sir,” she said quietly. He held his hand out for the piece of paper.
“Well, I for one am interested in what is so much more important than my class. Now would you like to read it aloud or should I?” He asked. Lucy stared back with wide eyes.
“I’ll read it,” Aly said suddenly, snatching the paper from her sister. She opened her mouth as if to start reading it but stopped and looked up again. “But before I do, are you absolutely sure you want to hear what it says? I mean, its just useless blabber from the deranged minds of two little teenage girls. It would probably lower your IQ level just listening to it.”
The class tittered and Professor Lucius blinked back in shock that she hadn’t just read it.
“Yes, I am positively sure my IQ is up for the task, no matter how dim-witted the note may be,” he said, hinting for her to read it. She looked down at the paper as if to begin and stopped again looking back up, unsure.
“Well, your brain cells might be able to handle it but what about everyone else? I’d hate for my fellow classmates’ brains to have to suffer for you selfishness,” Aly pointed out. Then class tried not to laugh at her casualness and back talking.
“Then I suggest they might want to cover their ears. Please, go on,” Professor Lucius snapped.
“Ok, ok. Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” she said in her strong British accent. Everyone hooted with laughter. The professor fumed with anger. Students had never challenged him. Ever. But this Morrigan lot was different and it was starting to get on his nerves, especially this one.
Aly opened her mouth to read and closed it once again, sitting down as she spoke. “You know, I really don’t feel comfortable lowering my fellow students’ intelligence. It’s so rude of me, so I think I’ll just put this away and we’ll forget it ever happened, deal?”
“No. Read it or I shall,” Professor Lucius commanded. Aly shrugged.
“If you insist.”
She reached across the desk she was at to hand the note to her professor but before he could grab it, she dropped it on top of the open live wires that were coiling out of the homing device she was supposed to be repairing. She grazed her hand over the power button and gave a fake gasp of shock when electricity course through the wires and paper, burning the note to ashes in less than a second.
“Oopsies,” Aly giggled, placing a hand delicately over her mouth in innocence. The room burst into laughter and applauded Aly for her audacity. Professor Lucius seethed with anger and pointed to the classroom door.
“Morrigan. Headmistress’ office. Now,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Which one?” Aly asked sweetly.
“Both of you!” He said angrily. Lucy grabbed her books and rushed into the hallway but Aly took her time, beaming the entire time. She finally made her way to the door and Professor Lucius turned to his desk. She took advantage of his back being to her and she curtsied to her admirers who roared with even more laughter, causing the professor to whip around just as Aly dashed down the hall with her sister.

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So did you like it? Aly thought it was hilarious because it's so her. Her and Lucy really are like that. So give me some feedback and hopefully I didn't give away too much or I'll hear about it. Lol I'll try to post more.

Talk to you later,
Isabella

lol thanks...

Thanks Beth, I am so glad someone cares! I am just gald I knoww someone's reading it, you know you'll be the first one to read it all the way through besides [well we did write lmao!]... Well i just got done with the ACT whippy-doo for me that was sooo fun... Seeing as all the fun I've had failing the ACT I decided to do something fun... and that is blog posting for you. I know really messed up reward system there but I just don't care today... sooo here we go...
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“Ow!” Izzy said loudly under her breath. She studied her broken nail with a look of disconcerted despair. She shuffled through her makeup bag conveniently sitting on her side table for her manicure kit.
“Aw, did the poor little princess break a nail?” Aly said with mock concern. She was reading a thick leather bound book labeled The Taming of the Shrew. Izzy cut off the broken nail with her clippers and started filing it smooth.
“Well, when you live in a top-secret hell-hole it’s kind of hard to get a proper manicure whenever I want. But of course you wouldn’t understand, now would you?”
“What are you getting at?” Aly asked suspiciously.
“Your nails look like daggers. I doubt you even care about any aspect of what you look like. No, actually, I’m sure you don’t care. Just looking at your outfit is enough to tell me that,” Izzy said standing up.
“Why don’t you just leave this hell-hole? You’d be doing us all a huge favor,” Aly glowered. The other three Morrigans blinked back at Izzy without a sound.
“I can’t even believe I’m even related to you people. There must have been some switch at birth,” Izzy said wrinkling her nose and giving the girls a defiant stare. She turned and started to walk out the door.
“Hey, sis, Medusa wants her withering glare back,” Aly said scornfully to her back.
“Hold on. I’m on the phone with What Not to Wear. They want the clothes they threw in the dumpster back,” Izzy snapped turning around and making a phone with her hands and holding it up to her ear.
“I’ll be sure to point them in the direction of your closet.”
“Stay far away from me and my stuff. The sooner I can get out of this place, the better,” Izzy glowered.
“But… we’re your sisters,” Aly said sweetly, smiling and batting her eyelashes.
“As far as I’m concerned, you don’t exist. Let’s keep it that way, shall we? Just leave. Me. Alone,” Izzy enunciate before turning on her heels and rushing out of the room, slamming the door behind her so the noise echoed through the halls.
“She’s just having a rough time adjusting,” Sophie said quietly as they all stared at the door.
“Whatever, Soph. Don’t make excuses for her. She hates us and we hate her. End of story,” Aly said insolently. She opened her book and glared at the pages.
“Well at least we know one thing,” Lucy said meekly.
“What’s that?” Alex asked. They all listened, for they were all curious about what the youngest had gotten from that spat.
“With an exit like that, she’s most definitely related to Aly,” she finished. earning Aly’s pillow chucked at her head. Smiling wickedly, Lucy dodged the ammo, but as soon as Lucy thought she was out of harms way of the first pillow, a second and unseen pillow came hurtling at her face to fast to dodge, knocking her flat on her bed.
“And with a dodge like that Lucy, we know you really are related to Sophie” Aly said sweetly. Lucy stiffed a giggle and Alex covered her small smile with a hand, while Sophie looked thoughtful.
“So we have evidence that Aly and Izzy are related and Lucy and I are related. But where do you fit in Alex?” asked Sophie
“I can only hope our last name is a coincidence and I’ am no truly related to you freaks” Said Alex in her quiet voice, they all laughed
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just a little something Izzy wrote that I added to.

**just a note something like this did actully happen**

lol enjoy!

Aly M.

P.S
Hey beth I son't have your email so use the one on the profile and email me so I have it and then we can talk k?

Qoutes! Quotes!! Quotes!!

okay so i am sitting here 100% bored on a friday in class and have decided to be the reble i am... so I am posting for fabulous... there's a new kid looking at our class room. wippdy-doo for him... sounds like he grew up in florida, he's incedibly tall (but I am only 5'3") with brown hair...and he's in 8th grade and plays the guitar and hockey, see my skills. know that you know that I have this document on my computer and I've decided to give you.

Quote’s of the Sisterhood

Just because you’ve dated you way around London -Aly

Calm Kitty-Kat – Will

Are you a psychopath or just mentally insane? – Alex

See how goofy you look with a knife sticking out of you – Aly

Well to bad our dad’s not still around –Alex
Why? –Victoria
He could have fixed your brain –Alex
Don’t kid yourself Alex, not even our dad could fix Victoria’s brain -Sophie
How can you fix something that’s not there? –Izzy

What’cha gonna do go to Disney and kidnap Dopey _Alex

We’re a free country, oh wait I forgot we’re the dictatorship in a free country – Aly

And they say Private School Girls are all gold. I laugh at them because sure there gold alright… Solid Gold piles of trouble! – Genevieve

When they say private school girls can’t party I laugh and laugh sometimes I can stop ;laughing to asked the numbskull if he’s actually ever seen one of you party… but the answer is always the same they never have because if they had they would have said something along the lines of ‘Oh my God Private school girls can out party any animal’
-JOE (??)

OH MY MACERIAL GIRAFFE’S!! –Aly and Lucy

My covert ability’s… -Aly

Nobody has to do anything –Aly

3 things every girl needs in life:
Love- to maker her weak
Alcohol- to make her strong
Friends- for when both make her hit the floor - Izzy
I hope you don’t live by those rules –Aly
Hey, I already have two of them down… -Izzy
OMG! Your in Love!! – Sophie
Hey you never know, maybe I’m drunk – Izzy

He wa_ He was a trail –Izzy
You bet Morrigan –Adrian Holmes
But_ but He was hot! –Izzy
Sure, Mia thought so – Adrian Holmes
Oh, oh you play dirty – Izzy
Bet you ass -Adrian Holmes
Never! I work to hard to keep it –Izzy
[Adrian laughs]
Izzy can you stop flirting with our CC professor that has got to be 17 years older that you –demanded Aly We have work to do, We picked up another
On the dot Morrigan – Adrian Holmes
Thanks –chorused five voices

There’s a fine line between insanity and sanity I like to think I walk it with skill…-Aly

It’s disgusting Aly, You can be so sweet when your insulting someone!! –Sophie


You blubbering idiot! –Lucy

I am not Sleeping Beauty you fool!! –Lucy

You’ll be sleepin’ with the fishys’ –Aly
No not the fishys’ –Mocked Izzy
Isn’t it the fishes? –Will asked
[both Izzy and Aly looked at him in utter astonishment]
NO!- The said unanimity
NO! – said Lucy coming up behind them , Will turned exasperated.
You don’t even know what they were talking about. –he complained
But they were saying no to you, and you deserve it. –Lucy said cheerfully
[Aly and Izzy giggled]
What did I ever do to you? – asked Will
Lucy shrugged turning to her sisters

The Duh! –Lucy and Aly

That is so nonsensical! –Aly

You confirmed it!! You. Confirmed. It! –Izzy
And your point?-Aly

Just wait_ Just wait I will get you back do bad! You just wait and I’ll get you_ Ow help

Sparks fly Izzy and Aly dinning hall
[Lucy yells over the crowd as Alex and Sophie come down the stairs]

The last think I’d think of you is my life saving grace maybe my grim reaper, maybe

Flouccinouccinihiliphilification
-n- the estimation of something as valueless
Defenestration
-n- the act of throwing something a person/thing out a window
-v- defenestrate

Don’t start with me, you will not win. – Aly M.

Oh you know, your good friend Jessica Pier – Sophie
Who the Hell is Jessica Pier? – Alex

What’s Tigger eat then? -Izzy
Yeah is he a carnivore or and herbivore? –Lucy
I think he’s an herbivore -Sophie
Well think about it what’s Tigger gonna eat? Piglet? –Aly
Good one -Alex

A little louder sugar
How’s this? [drives high heel into foot twisting hearing a satisfying crunch]
{shriek}
Loud enough sugar?
Spat a slur of explicit
That’s it I am no one’s sugar.


Your really crazy right now? –Izzy to Aly

Are you sure you need this?
Yes
Are you sure the teacher wants you to have this?
Yes
Are you sure you just don’t want this and your using it as a ploy to get me by saying your sure?
Yes I am sure.
Are you sure you need this?
Yes, you already asked that
Are you sure you don’t want this?
Yes?
Are you sure you don’t want this and you need it?
Yes?
Are you sure you don’t want it or you need it?
Yes?
Are you just saying yes to get me off your back because your not sure that you don’t want this and that you don’t need it and the teacher really doesn’t want you to have this?
Okay Aly you win I am officially confused.

This had two week detention written all over it. Have fun. –Izzy
I will! – Aly

“Double, double toil trouble
Fire burn and caldron bubble” Aly quoting the three witches from Macbeth

“By the pricking of my thumb something wicked this way come. Open locks, whoever knocks.” –Aly
Wow Aly that’s creepy. –Will
I know, it’s amazing –Aly
You know it’s a shame we don’t have a Shakespeare class you could pass it with ease-Will
That doesn’t rhyme get out! –Aly

You pay attention in grammar class Aly? –Lucy
YES! I pay attention in all my classes –Aly
Uhn… -Lucy
Ever when I am not here I pay attention –Aly
Yeah that’s sort of stalkerish. –Lucy
I am a stalker –Aly
OHH CREEPY! –Lucy

That’s pretty illegal, even for us but of course we’re going to do it! –Izzy

I LOVE TASERS!! –Lucy

Pas du tout aime il –Aly { Not at all magnet it}

Au contraire Aly! –Izzy

Double the bubble, in smaller squares-Lucy
And if you have got double the bubble you have –Aly
MUCH bigger BOOM-BOOM!! –Lucy

some really random quotes from the books there all mixed in so you could have book one to book ten in here depending on what we can poissible write but read them slowly and have a good time with them because i can do them like this that often...

is that enough for you fab??

*alianne morrigan*