The bear eventually left after being chased off by coach Bryson and a park ranger.
On the way back it was the only thing we could talk about. And by we I mean the boys, I was too busy putting my notes together.
It occurred to me last night when I was finally allowed back to my tent that instead of just publishing it on my blog, I could get Mr. Lancaster to let me present it on a show or something. It's way easier to come on air and explain it to everyone.
"Almost done?" Kenneth asked from beside me.
He was so sweet yesterday, staying with me until I fell asleep because, as much as I hate to admit it, the bear thing freaked me out. If a bear could come into the campsite, what's stopping a sna
"Daddy!" I whined into my father's ear."OK, Taylor. Would you quit that?" he looked up from his book and glared at me."No, please let me go!"When I got home I told my parents that I wanted to go see a movie with Kenneth. My dad immediately forbade me from going out. But knowing my dad, a little whining would get him to crack. All I needed was some patience."Daddy!" I yelled.He and mom were watching TV in the living room and I stood beside him pleading."Taylor Charlotte, I've told you, you are not leaving this house after 7:30."&n
"Entry . . . who cares anyways! Hello people! So much has happened since I posted that little note saying I'll be starting this project and so much has happened since I posted my first entry. I made new friends, went on a camping trip that almost ended in bloodshed and fell in love and was heartbroken on the same day. All in all, Project Popular has been a real eye-opener. I got a taste of the popular life, but guess what? It's bitter and I'm very content with being unnoticed and un-popular. Sleepovers and scary camping trips, guess who's not coming next time? That's right, moi! Count me out! I'm very happy with my three crazy and awesome besties - if they forgive me that is. So this is it people of earth, the last note from Taylor on this subject. If you didn't watch my pitiful excuse for a program y
I saved the last entry and uploaded it to my blog. I closed my laptop and gathered Leslie in my arms petting her. A knock on my door startled me. "Come in," I told the person. "Hey kiddo," my mom entered and closed the door. Her blue eyes were concerned. "How you feeling?" I couldn't stand going to school today. My friends were mad at me, Rebecca's probably back and I didn't have the courage to face Kenneth, so I bundled myself in as many blankets as I could find thus increasing my body temperature making my mom think I had a fever. "I'm feeling better," I answered. She sat on my bed and touched my cheek. "Tell me what's wrong." "Why? So you can analyze me?" Her lips widened in a smile. Ellie Crewman - my mom - was a psychologist. She wasn't restricted to just one sphere of the job - unfortunatel
It was 6 o'clock when I heard a knock on my door.I was having a video chat with Hayley and I turned in surprise.My parents had gone into town for some supplies for dinner tonight, Adrianna was billed for a double study session with her best friend Penny and Malcolm was at Terry's.I tiptoed to the door and stood next to it.I wasn't expecting anybody and I was a little frightened."Who's that?" came Hayley's voice from my laptop."Shh!" I put my finger to my lips.I looked around for a weapon. I found an iron hanger and raising it up, I braced myself for attack.Don't blame me, what would you do if you're staying at home alone and you hear a knock on your door?I opened the door with a shout and as I was about to bludgeon the person I realized it was Indi.She had on an expression that was a mixture of f
The dance yesterday was all everyone could talk about.The dresses, the music and how the duchess was late. How un-royal!After that talk with Kenneth, I sent him a couple of texts telling him he could trust me but he didn't answer any of them.I slammed my locker and caught a head of familiar brown hair enter the music room.I followed him and closed the door behind me.Henry raised one eye from his laptop and when he saw it was me continued right on with what he was doing."Hi, Henry!"I realized that I'd been so occupied with getting Indi and Andi to forgive me that I'd completely forgotten about Henry. Some best friend I am."Please go away. I'm busy," he continued typing.I set my bag in the corner and grabbed a stool. I went over to the corner he sat and planted my stool next to him.He only spared m
I was so looking forward to the midterm break because mom had mentioned we'd be going to Florida. Florida was the ultimate vacation destination and I was looking forward to seeing all my old friends there. Not to mention my lovable and totally-insane-but-also-in-a-lovable-way older brother, Charles. "Remind me never to bake cookies for Miss Mausley ever again," Indi fumed as she left the class. "Calm down, Indi. You can't tell me you didn't know a single question on Wuthering Heights in there? We spent all night revising!" I folded my arms, a little exasperated. I spent this week reading and stuffing my head with facts ranging from physics to world history and now it was Friday, the last day of exams. I was supposed to be happy but I could feel my body heating up and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. And Indi was certainly not helping. "I did, but I'm just no
Two weeks ran out with me having the best fun with Hayley. I got to meet her sister, Dixie who's officially on my list of the most boring and uptight people in the universe. She decided that dusty pink - which I suggested for the tablecloths - was too childish and proceeded to dump the swatch in the trash can. She insisted she wouldn't sit at a table that looked like fairies threw up over it which led Hayley to pick her least favorite color - white. I got a couple of texts from Indi and a strange one from Andi asking me to tell her how many years a person spent in prison for murder. I quickly replied that she shouldn't do whatever she had in mind. I got one from Kenneth. He texted to say he thought I picked our presentation to get back at him. I smiled at that one. If someone were to ask me my most memorable year in high school, two weeks ago I'd have said my sophomore year when I ripped my swimming su
Sometimes, I like to just sit back and think about my last two years in high school. Know what I end up with?A terrible concoction of cringe-worthy moments combined with embarrassing and downright stupid memories I can’t seem to remove from my brain.Being me is hard enough, now when you add people that try to painfully extract every ounce of strength and courage I can summon then you’ve got a confused teenager that is hopeless in social situations and the school’s very own clown.That’s why I try not to think about it.Junior year was about to start and while I wasn’t particularly happy about it, I was glad to be finishing up with the torture that was high school.