Quick News Flash

Dear Diary,

First off, Liliana is the nicest, best person ever!!!  When I talked badly about her, psh.. I was just paranoid that she was gonna steal Allena from me.  But, come on! She is a swift, totally immaculate, flawless lovely angelic creature that blessed me with her astounding musical talent.  Anyways, I am in North Carolina with Flage and Marrisa.  I know, you are wondering, “Why is Marrisa there?”  Well she was staying with our family for some of the summer, and so we decided to go to N.C.!  And then… Flage.  Why is he here?  Well, Marrisa came here through a direct flight, and so she didn’t have a car to drive.  Brian wouldn’t let Marrisa use our car, even though they are pretty good with each other, so we drove Flage’s car.  By the way, if you can find a car as big, comfy, and tricked our with advanced technology as Flage’s car that is not owned by a famous person, I will give you my next paycheck.  Okay, maybe I won’t.  I really need this money, and I am working as hard as a poor little mule works to carry a lazy celebrity’s suitcases up Mount Everest.  That really never happens though, because I mean, the thinning air would certainly kill the little mule, unless he had a special mule air tank… Which I am pretty sure hasn’t been invented yet.  Oh, yeah, I have something to add.   FLAGE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!  Yes, it’s that bubble blowing, fake eyelash batter Jamie Dawn.  I might add that she is a member of the U.S.P group, a.k.a the populars.  How did he get her? I have no idea.  But it’s not like im jealous of her, I mean she is a monster! Oh, but she has such lustrous, smooth looking hair…. I gotta go!

~RiO

Gimme a P! Gimme an R! Gimme an E, G, N, A, N, T!

Dear Readers,

This, my friends, is BIG news. About 10 weeks ago, I was walking past the bathroom when I heard Beth in there. She was yelling “YES!!! YES!!!!! OHHH YESS!!!!! THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOODNESS !!!!” I was of course really confused, so I knocked on her door and asked Beth cautiously if she was okay. She gasped, swung open the door, and was hiding something behind her back. I looked at her, puzzled, as she said: “Well, I umm…I was watching that doctor’s show and umm…they said if your little poops float to the top, you’re healthy! And well…they did! I’m just so happy.” She then grinned a fake grin and slammed the door in my face. I decided to walk away from it and know that whatever Beth was doing that made her so happy is NONE of my business. A couple days ago, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told Rio all that had happened, and we decided to search her bathroom for pregnancy tests. I know, I know, a complete invasion of her privacy, blah blah blah, WHATEVER. Anyway, we were searching around and found in the bottom of her trashcan, wrapped up in a towel, her pregnancy test. It said “positive”. Rio and I looked at each other and screamed (out of joy of course). Rio then informed me that it could just be a misreading and that the only way to prove it is if there are more than one. We searched everywhere and we found one in her cabinet, one under the squishy toilet seat, and one in her makeup bag badly disguised as lipstick. All positive. We were overwhelmed with joy, but we still didn’t know if the incident with Beth in the bathroom was her and her pregnancy test. Rio happens to know that Beth keeps her recipts for EVERYTHING. We looked in her recipt box and down at the very bottom was a recipt for a pregnancy test at CVS Pharmacy. I scrolled down the recipt for a date, and it was sometime in May, about 10 weeks ago. We then knew, Beth was 10 weeks pregnant. But we didn’t stop there! We went back to her bathroom and looked at the pregnancy tests one more time before going in our room and freaking out . As we were doing that, Beth surprisingly came back from her shift at the bakery. “Why hello girls ! What are you doing in my bathroom ?” I quickly whispered to Rio to stay at her counter and cover the pregnancy tests. I strolled forward. “Hey Beth ! We were just noticing that you always look so beautiful with your wonderful taste in make-up. We were just trying on some !” Beth smiled. “Oh darlings, I am just flattered, but I need to put some on too ! Since my shift started at 4:30 this morning, I was too tired to put any on. Scoot !” I stopped her. “Uhhh….I think you look amazing naturally. Your facial features are just stunning. Please, just this one day, no makeup ?” She looked from my face to Rio’s face, then my face again. “Oh…sure. Why not ? Now I’m back to the umm…bakery okay darlings ? Remember – your shift is in two hours !” She left and as soon as she went out the door, Rio and I exhaled and high-fived each other. We then hid the pregnancy tests again and talked in our room for an hour about well, everything ! But, an idea popped into my head. I called the bakery and Beth’s best friend Tonya answered, who by the way can’t keep a secret. I asked if Beth was in, and she said no. I then asked where she was, and Tonya said she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. I sadly agreed and was about to hang up when Tonya gave in. She said Beth was at her sonogram appointment and that she would know if it was a boy or a girl today !! I said thank you quickly and hung up. Rio and I screamed out of joy again. As soon as Beth got home, she called a family meeting on the second floor (a very tiny floor that’s almost like an attic and has no room). She was wearing her wedding dress, and sat in the rocking chair while we all gathered around the dusty ping pong table. She exhaled and started talking a mile a minute about how this news could be a blessing or not so much of a blessing because it could mean she wouldn’t be able to do as much for us, and blah blah blah. FINALLY, Dazz yelled: “JUST TELL US ALREADY !” Beth stopped and smiled. She then told us she was pregnant, and that it was a girl. The good thing about it being a girl, I think, is that we have another sister !! The bad thing is that Rio and Leah are already closer than me and Leah, since Leah is RIO’S sister, not mine, and I’m afraid that if that sister connects with Rio better than she connects with me, I’ll be left out…ANYWAY, while all the kids were rejoicing, Dad looked more mad than when I forgot his wedding cake at his and Beth’s wedding and we had to improvise with stale cupcakes from Harris Teeter. He told Beth sternly to meet him in the corner. They were trying to make their fight private, but we were all secretly listening. Dad was mad because you’re supposed to tell your spouse BEFORE you tell your kids, and that it’s both his and her baby, and that he feels left out of the “loop”. She was mad because it’s a tradition in all the women in her family to tell your spouse and kids at 10 weeks, when you know the sex of the baby, and to show that the kids mean just as much to you as your spouse. They both had a point, but Dad was so mad that he said he needed time to cool off and decided to stay at his best friend Danny’s for a couple days. Ouch. We were all scared for a minute that he was going to leave our family, but then everyone went back to their normal thing !!! For crying out loud, our mom is pregnant, and our dad is NOT HERE and Rio is trying on dresses ?! I mean what the heck ?! I got fed up and left with Dad. I know, I know, but there’s too much drama and no one seems to care. We were talking, and I asked him if he was going to leave us, and he said maybe. I cried, and brought out his wedding pictures of all of us together. He shed a few tears himself, and decided to stay, and forgive Beth. It is a tradition in her family to do what she did after all. We were packing our bags to come back when I got a phone call from Rio. She said Liliana had been scaring her with the fact that Dad and me might leave them, I assured her I just needed to cool off and that I talked Dad out of it. She sighed a sigh of relief, and then told me in a whisper that she had told Liliana she needed money, and Liliana had given her $3,000 !!!! I screamed, told Dad, and screamed again ! Then I asked Rio what she had asked for in return, and Rio said we had to make Liliana public. Liliana is an AMAZING singer. She sounds better than Rachel on Glee. I swear. Rio is supposed to talk nicely about Liliana on our blog, make a youtube account with videos of her singing on it, contact talent scouts…do everything she can to make her famous. If we can’t make her at least locally famous in one year, we have to pay the $3,000 back. Let’s hope we can make her famous !! Dad and I came back, Dad and Beth made up, Rio and I made up, and all is well again. Beth is starting to show signs of the baby !! We realized we are REALLY gonna need this money with the baby and all. Well, this is an extremely long post so I think I’m done here.

Yours truly, 

Allena

Bathrooms, Frog Mail, Shootouts, Sobbing, and Nose Bleeds

Hello all ! I have quite a few stories for you. The first one just happened this morning. As you all know, we have 12 members in our family. It is way harder than you know to get EVERYONE a shower in the morning. Especially since some members of our family *cough cough MARCUS cough cough* like to take hour long showers, leaving everyone waiting in line. It’s terrible and a HUGE problem. We had this problem solved for about two weeks because Rio and I put together a bathroom chart, but… SOMEONE *cough cough MARCUS cough cough* tore it down so he could take his long showers whenever he wanted. Crazy, right ? I know. So, we all had a family meeting this morning (maybe bribing the boys with brownies a little) and figured out a whole cool new chart ! I don’t want to explain it ALL, but it’s really cool, and I think it’ll work. Rio thought of some of it, and I thought of some of it ! I’m so excited for tomorrow morning. Next on the agenda to talk about, frog mail. I made up some thing where I told the boys that instead of frogs croaking angrily at each other, they left little signs on each other’s lilypads. Before you say anything, I can explain. I am woken up at 2 or 3 am every morning by some brother of mine screaming at one another. So I decided to tell a little fiblet ( ) Beth and I made a little mailbox thing that looks like a frog, and if there are any problems my brothers need to get out, they address a little letter to the brother they’re mad at. Every hour, I look at the mail and deliver it. I’m PRAYING this works ! Now for the shootout… well I was staying at the beachhouse with Caleb and his family for a week this summer and suddenly at 3 am, at the IHOP across the street, we hear what sounds like fireworks. We were all woken up, but this was the weekend after 4th of July so we thought it was some crazy kids shooting off fireworks. About 5 minutes later, we heard something that sounded like gun shots, not fireworks anymore. Caleb grabbed me from the other bed and pushed me under his bed with him. We were terrified. Caleb’s dad called the cops, they came, and there were many smashed windows in the cars. They had terrible aim, thank goodness. No one was hurt, but that morning we went back to Virginia. Next, the sobbing, well, Rio already wrote a lot about this, but we had a goodbye party for my good friend Marissa. I miss her ALREADY. Rio and I held hands and sobbed at the airport. People may have looked at us like freaks, but this was our way of saying goodbye after the HUGE party we went wayyyy over the top with. Last but not least, last night, there was a knock at the door when I was boxing with Zack, which means of course, I was in….workout clothes. I answered the door and YOU KNOW WHO (Hayden) was crying at the door pleading me to be with him. Since he signed up for all my classes at the Sports Plex, I’ve been working him as hard as I can, hoping he would drop out, but all he’s done is lost 10 pounds. Last night, I was FED UP. I yelled at him and pushed him onto our gravel driveway, telling him to leave me alone. He cried for a few minutes, and then stopped. A few minutes later, he was sobbing. Literally crying harder than I was at the airport. Out of my panic instinct, I sprinted out to find Caleb punching him on the gravel. I freaked out, broke them up, and brought them both inside. I got Hayden an ice pack, and realized I’ve only tried a mean approach with him. As I gave him the ice pack, I held his hand and let him down gently, telling him that there is a girl out there who is his soulmate, and that he’s wasting time with me, a girl who will never love him. He nodded, thanked me, and left. I then yelled at Caleb for being so mean to him, even if he is a stalker, and we are in a fight at the moment. He stormed out angrily and, well, I’m gonna let him be mad at me. I did the right thing, I know. Well, I hope you enjoyed my JUICY DRAMA .

Love From,

         Allena <3

Losing

Dear Diary,

I have issues with losing people that are close to me.  Of course, Flage Lapper has it much worse than me, but I still have issues.  I am usually not too stubborn, but once I hear that one of my best friends is leaving, I throw a sort of temper/sorrow tantrum. And I don’t stop.  The only thing in my mind is, ” No. What am I going to do? No. It just can’t happen. No!” And then, I roll to the floor and bash my weak knuckles against the ground.  I vaguely remember doing so in the orphanage, when my mother first truly seemed away from me.  When I think about that, it makes me want to bash my hands harder against the ground.  It gets my mind off whatever is wrong and is replaced with physical pain, but then, of course, I yelp, “OUCH!” and shake my hands out.  Yesterday, when I was throwing my sorrow tantrum,  I was near Marrisa.  Thank goodness it wasn’t at her surprise party!  Oh, right.  We threw a surprise party at her own house.  The night before, I had woken up in the middle of the night, and wrote down people to call, things to buy, things to do, what food to make, and so on.  I didn’t get much sleep.  I actually was sleeping pretty far into the day when Flage had to stick his pungent foot in my face and wake me up.  And let me tell you, it burned my nostrils, and my lungs.  I got up coughing like some maniac.  Anyways, the party, right.  Since Marrisa’s house is so large, we had a ton of different activities!  We had kareoke, different mini sport games, a place to get your photos taken, a dunking booth, a pin the dorsal fin on the shark game (Marrisa has many sharks), and last, but so very much not least, a gargantuan poster where anyone who wanted to could write a goodbye.  It was like a huge, massive, end-of-school party.  I mean, it had games, it had food, and the good-bye poster was like signing someones yearbook.  Except the only one really leaving “school” was Marrisa.  I actually cried about it, and almost barfed about it.  She was a nice girl, not just to call, or text, or e-mail, but to be with face to face, to walk with, bike with, skateboard with.  I feel like we got to be really good friends really quickly, and I admire her bravery to just say good-bye.

~RiO

Summer is Busy!

Wow.

I am not even starting off with a “Dear Diary…”  I haven’t been on for… how many months?  I am not going to even bother counting.  If anyone IS reading this, if anyone takes time out of their probably hot, sweat-drenching summer to read this, then I am sorry.  Summer has been surprisingly busy.  For the past two weeks, I have been in Martha’s Vineyard.  In that relaxing, laid-back climate, I was STILL busy!  It’s probably because my friend Charlotte invited me, and we were hanging out a ton.  She is just packed with energy!  She is also packed with multiple interests.  We would originally be shopping for a bathing suit, and then she would squeal, “Oh my god, Rio Janeiro! I just spotted the cutest socks ever!”  Then she would see key chains, and she would drag me to them after I had the smallest moment to look at the socks.  Yes, she has many interests.  She also has many nicknames for people, hence the “Rio Janeiro!”  Charlotte just happened to have gone there, so she named me that.  She also has been to some of the rarest parts of the world, and some of the most exquisite hotels in the world.  You might say she is rich.  It’s no wonder her parents took me to their quaint cottage in Martha’s Vineyard, let me shop with their money, (I actually used my money), and took me and Charlotte to a formal restaurant almost every other night with no hesitation.  I was overwhelmed.  It was like I was in a separate world, where saving money for more important things didn’t matter.  I admit, it was fun, but I am fine back in reality.  Reality means actually being able to get some sleep, not having energy loaded girl whisper in your ear all night long.  Charlotte’s nice though, don’t get me wrong.  I came back from Martha’s Vineyard tired, rumpled, and cranky.  Once I saw Alex, I was afraid he would ask if I wanted to swim, or skateboard, and I was way too exhausted for any of that.  Thankfully, he simply smiled, hugged me, and asked if I wanted to get an ice cold smoothie at Beth’s bakery.  I wearily smiled back, and just nodded.  Then, after exactly five sips of smoothie, I promptly fell asleep.  I am a pretty deep sleeper, so when Beth tried to gently prod me awake, I just moved my arm.  Alex tried to carry me, but that didn’t work so well, so he called Dad, but his back was acting up, or so he said.  Zach got to the scene and helped Alex carry me to the car, and out of the car.  I know, you’re thinking, “Well how else could your summer be busy?”   Well, it is hot and mucky, so I don’t feel good enough to write sometimes.  Also, I am working on articles for our school newspaper.  I have Leah, who I sometimes have to kid-sit, and I have to enjoy summer, right?

~RiO

SORRY :(

Wow, I am a jerk. I never realized how long it’s been since I’ve been on! My last post was September 9th, 2009. Ouch. Sorry again, viewers.. I can’t even come to face that I’ve been breaking promises the whole time I haven’t been posting. Months have gone by, and I just have been so busy – GRR…here I go again, making excuses. Well, I guess I can’t even begin to tell you everything that’s been happening. So I’ll just tell you what’s been happening the past couple months. First of all, Caleb went away for three months with his football team. That’s about as long as Ms. Lapper had her disgusting wart hair. Anyway, during that three months, I went to a sports camp for boys, thinking the brochure said “Sports Camp for Girls”. Yeah..smooth me. So when I arrived there, I was surprised to find a bunch of boys surrounding me, asking me what I was doing here. Well…all I could tell them was that I mistook the “Sutton Sports Camp for Boys” as the “Sutton Sports Camp for Girls”, which I found later was next door. I ended up being in a bunk with (I’m really glad Caleb doesn’t read this) 4 REALLY hot guys. One of which, was in the bunk below me. His name was Hayden. He liked all the things I like, which in a NORMAL girl’s case, would be really weird, but in my case, most boys like all the things I do. Anyway, Hayden was my perfect guy. We got to be really good friends over the three weeks at sports camp (by the way, I ended up being the sports camp champion, so I won against all those guys who were teasing me..HA). On the last day, Hayden and I were packing up our stuff on his bunk, and we ended up kissing. The weird thing was, I liked it! And I liked him! I realized about 30 minutes after the kiss that I was still dating Caleb and that Hayden and I could never be. But, I figured out that we had nothing to worry about because he lived in Georgia! I went home, and four days later, he calls me. We talk for a while, until he says that he moved up to Virginia for me. What do I do? I mean, all I could say was: “Wow..that’s…great!” Even though it really wasn’t great. Caleb was coming home in two months! So, as I was figuring out my feelings, Hayden and I dated in secret, which Rio shunned me about. I’m glad she finally knocked some sense into me, and I told Hayden it was over. Caleb came back, and he and I talked about everything…including me cheating on him. He ws furious, so furious, that he broke up with me. I was single for a couple days, until he told me to go on his email and I found an email from my cousin, saying how she liked the kiss they had before he left! I confronted him about this, and he said it was true. We then realized we cheated on each other, for each other! Let me explain further. I cheated on him to fill the empty hole in my life where he was. He cheated on me because he was having seperation anxiety. So, now we’re all good! Today, I petsitted for his dog, Trixie, and he came home from his all-day hockey tournament with a beautiful pinky ring for me! I love it! Well, I better go. Rio’s calling me. Again. Bye now!

~Allena(:

Good Stuff!

Dear Diary,

Well, I have been getting a lot of good things!  (Mostly last week, but still.)  Last week, I had a Track meet, and I didn’t completely fail!  I got 3^rd place in hurdles, and 1^st in the 100 meter dash!  You may be asking why my coach didn’t make me do the 4 by 100 meter relay, but that is simple.  Okay, I mean, not THAT simple.  Yes, I am exceedingly quick, which I get from my mom, but add in a baton, and I’m tripping like my usual clumsy self.  My hand-eye coordination is not so good, and I cannot pass the baton.  When trying to catch the baton, I’m a bit better, but I get nervous and my hand kind of twitches.  Oh, and other than track, there is other good stuff!  Like my social studies teacher remarking how much I have improved my writing skills, and how I got a very, no not very, extremely, high score on my essay.  I knew I shouldn’t have been that nervous, seeing I researched late into the night, which is not my thing.  I get to be a bit wobbly from lack of sleep, and seemingly drunk.  But, my hard work paid off!  Also, Beth, my foster mom, who I call my step-mom for no reason, took me deep-sea fishing, which was simply breathtaking.  It is wondrous to be out near the shore and swim, and I feel like I’m in my own world there, but the deep-sea fishing was so much more.  It was much more isolated, which gave me a thrill, just me and the water.  It reminded me so much of when I first saw the sea, when I first touched the sparkling ocean of greens and deep blues…  Well, I suppose I will go into that subject now that I have wandered off the other one.  Anyways, I had loved the sea ever since I found its wonders.  I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s the complete truth.  It was a clear blue-sky sort of day, and my mother had taken me all the way to the ocean.  I lingered at the sand, which reminded me of brown sugar a bit, then headed to the water.  My mom had told me to “go with the flow of the water,” and told me it was okay if I didn’t succeed at first.  She looked on me with worry, obviously hoping I remembered that.  But I didn’t have to.  I was a natural.  Man, I miss my mother.  I was thinking, over spring break, I could go to North Carolina to “see” her, but I don’t know if I will be able to.

~RiO