Much has happened...

The relatiely recent arrival of Kanani has put our schedule ALLLL out of wack! For one thing, we've had to show her around, and our Glee club performed for her today, and Lily may do a photo shoot. You see, Lily is kind of 'out of business' for her photo shoot business thingy, so she rarely has pictures taken. :( I've mainly just stood around on a shelf lately, reading my book.

OOH! I forgot to metion; because Willow arrived when Kanani did, her dog Henry(a.k.a. Chocolate Chip) is staying with us! :D Lanie has to take care of him because her twin is in the person's parent's closet...

Kanani said she would like to be a back-up dancer for the Glee club, so we're happy. Lily and I sang a duet for her with the Chrissa coming in for chorus.

We haven't been getting too much attention lately, except for when Kanani, Lily, and Lanie visited Phoebe's dolls a week ago. I was bored, so I decided that I want to play guitar. It seems fun, and many singers play it too, and I thought, "why not?"

Well, Kanani and Sonali share a room(poor Kanani...) because Miranda made a new room for us. :D Other than that, we 've done NOTHING.

~Gwen

Packing. :(

Almost as soon as I came home from the funeral, I had to pack my things. :'( Lanie was standing there, looking around my bedroom to see what to pack first. I pointed to my nightstand, and she nodded in consent. She walked over there and started packing away the pictures of father :'( and I on the table. I was carrying a cardboard box full of my top fifty favourite books that I have to have when I move to America. My mom(read Lanie's post to understand what I mean) thought it was 'personal items', so she took it to the moving van. I began packing up the extra pillows on my bed, and my mom put them in a vacuum sealed bag so they wouldn't be so bulky during shipping. I walked into the library, that had books from floor to ceiling. I said goodbye to my books, and I closed the door and locked it. A tear was streaming down my cheek. :'( I looked at the floor and walked sullenly over to my personal study(room to study in, like an observatory, but different) to begin packing my studies I've found out about life. There were science project worksheets I had created, world maps, books I was forced to write about the Apocalypse, and my trigonometry books. With one clean swipe of my hand, I pushed everything off the desk and into the box I was holding. I then organized everything so I could fit more items in there. I looked at the one thing I had missed in my clean sweep: a photo. It was of father and I during my first trip to Paris when I was four. I set the box on the floor, and I shakily grabbed the photo. I noticed a few of my tears were falling on the picture, and I wiped them off with my sleeve. I remembered when I picked out the Eiffel tower shaped picture frame at the airport gift shop with my father. I remembered how the escargot I was eating in the picture had tasted, and how my father laughed as I spit it out; disgusted with the taste. The tears were stinging my eyes, my body filled with sad memories that I couldn't stop thinking about. I grabbed a sheet of special packing paper, and I wrapped it carefully around the picture frame. I wouldn't have any more memories like that in my life; considering I just met my mom, and we don't really have the connection Lanie thinks we do. Lanie came in to my study, and she saw me curled up in a corner of the room. She realized this wasn't a good time to ask about what is good to eat. When I came to my senses, I walked into my father's bedroom. I hadn't been in there before, and it was painful to go in there. I ran out and closed the door behind me. I couldn't handle it. It was too much f his memory in one place. Lanie saw that I wasn't in my fetal position anymore, so she asked me what she was going to ask previously. "What's good for lunch? I'm STARVING!" "First off, if you were starving, you wouldn't be talking that easily. Second of all, ask one of the servants in the kitchen. The one named Marissa is the BEST chef we have!" Lanie thanked me, and she bounded out of the room. I noticed I was hungry, so I stepped down two flights of stairs into the kitchen. The smell of sweet pasta sauce(spaghetti, I believe) lingered through the air as I stepped into the room. Lanie had already left the room, but I heard her downstairs, playing with Henry. I ran downstairs to play, too. Lanie was on the floor, scratching Henry's stomach. Henry had his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth with contentment. Lanie was speaking "animal language," where you talk nonsense in a sweet and endearing voice, and the animal loves you afterwards. I came over and beckoned her upstairs for lunch. Her face lit up, and I whistled for Henry to follow us. Henry trotted upstairs behind Lanie and me. The table was set, and we each took a spot next to each other. There was a bowl of spaghetti, a small chicken(roasted), and a salad bowl. Not the most lavish of lunches, but I'm pretty sure it was because the servants didn't know what Lanie liked. I took my share of everything, and I passed the bowls to Lanie. Once she took her serving of everything, she passed the bowls to mom. Mom passed the bowls to the servants, and they eventually set it in the table center. Lanie told me ALL about her garden, her pet bunny, her little sister, her 'sisters' of whom I semi-met, and about how she knew someone out there was related to her. I nodded in agreement to everything she said, and I shared my thoughts on the topic. I was actually starting to enjoy being around my sister! It was a pleasant lunch, until Lanie asked me where I was born. My answer was England, but then my mom piped up. "Sweetie, you were really born in Boston." That was all it took to make me upset. Father had told me that I was born in London! So... is my whole life a lie? Who WAS that person in the picture I recently packed away? The father I knew didn't lie. Unless... Was lying when he told me that! ~Willow Clarice Pine

Funeral. :'(

Yes. Willow and I went to our dad's funeral today. It was terrible, because we were the only two people there other than the funeral guy. :( It seems as though our dad didn't have any real friends. :( But, I'll just say what happened from where Willow left off at her estate! :D ... Willow was standing there, twirling around with glee. I stared at her thoughtfully, because I know how much she loved her house. She fell on her back with a soft thud, and she stared at the ceiling. "I'm so joyous to be home! It feels amazing after being crammed in that unkempt library for two days!" Willow sighed as she stared at the ceiling. I walked over to her and pulled her up. "Ooh! I must show you my bedroom!" Willow yelled as she grabbed my hand and dragged me up three flights of stairs to a set of French Doors. I gasped. Her room had classical maroon walls - which were lined with bookshelves - and a HUGE circular bed with maroon sheets and a sky blue silk comforter. There was a magnificent maroon pillow with ruffles on it, where a dog was laying on. "HENRY!" Willow gasped, and she ran over to the Labrador and hugged him. He licked her all over, and she giggled. I've never heard Willow giggle before. "I haven't seen you since we came inside! I knew you went in behind us!" Willow said as she nuzzled Henry's nose. Henry turned towards me and growled. "Henry, this is my twin sister Lanie. She's visiting us, okay?" Henry apparently knew what a visitor was, and his face lit up. He jumped on me, and I fell over. He tongue was licking me all over. Willow looked really happy, too. "Oh! You see those books all over my wall? Well, I have WAY more in my library! Come on!" Willow beamed, and she grabbed my hand and I ran with her to this mahogany door in the shape of an arch. It had amazing carvings on it, and they looked all scrolly and cool. :) She opened the door, and my breath was taken away. There were SO many books in there, it was much like his library in the movie Beauty and the Beast! :O It was easy to tell that she LOVED books! The best part is, they were all hers! D: Wow... ~LATER~ I was just laying on Willow's bed, listening to my ipod, while Willow was happily reading Pride and Prejudice on her window seat. She was WAY more lively here than when she visited us! I just hope it was because she was happy to be home. One of the servants called us downstairs because it was time to go to the funeral. :'( Wilow and I trudged downstairs, and we walked over to the limo awaiting us. It had a black leather interior, and tinted windows. Much like any other limo! I glanced at Willow, who was weeping silently. She seemed to be very upset. I, too, was disturbed, because I am half of the person that died. :( ~FUNERAL~ We pulled up to this empty looking cemetery with only three chairs set up. One chair had my name, the other had Willow's name, and the third one said, "My dearest wife". Tears came to my eyes, and I realized that my mom was supposed to come, too. I wonder why she didn't come? The preachy guy started talking, and I almost fell asleep. It was B. O. R. I. N. G. Willow sharply nudged my elbow, and I woke up. She walked up there, and when she was just about to start her prepared speech, a few people came in. One of them I recognized. She had hazel eyes and curly blond hair. I knew who she was. "Mom? You CAME?!" I said, bewildered. She took one look at me, and her face lit up. Her teary eyes met with mine, and I stood up and ran to her. I gave her a big hug, because I hadn't sen her since last March. Her gaze fell upon Willow, and she smiled weakly. Willow didn't know this person. At all. My mom walked over to her, and she opened her mouth to speak. "Willow?" Willow was very shocked. "Mom?" Willow's eyes were welling with tears, and so were mom's. They embraced. "Why are you here?" I asked. "I JUST got this letter in the mail saying my husband has died, and I came over here to be at the funeral. I wanted to meet my daughter, and to see my sweet Lanie again!" She said in between breaths. It seems as if she ran over here. The other person came forward, and he said that he worked with my dad before Willow and I were born. The final person said that she was his boss thirteen years ago. The preachy dude got out two more chairs, and my mom sat down in between Willow and I in her reserved seat. The other two people pulled out chairs and sat behind us. ~AFTERWARDS~ Willow, mom, and I went back to the estate, and Willow began packing her things. For real this time. My mom had got out some cardboard boxes, and Willow began packing her things. When she tried to pack her books, mom grabbed them out of her hands. "Willow, you can't take any books with you. There won't be room, and I have a surprise for you!" Mom said. Willow looked pissed off every time. Willow DID sneak in her Jane Austen books, and dad's favourite books. I packed up most of Willow's bedroom, and she continued packing up her clothes, chucking the ones she hadn't worn in a long time(from when she was younger, and anything that didn't fit) into a garbage bag. Willow was really sad when she packed up. When mom got out a pet carrier, Willow wouldn't let Henry go in it. "NO! Henry is a live animal, and I will NOT to let him be put into that not box!" She would always say. So, Willow is VERY bust right now, and so are mom and I. We probably won't post for another week or three... :( ~Lanie Pine

Leaving.

As you read yesterday, my father has died. :'( So, in order to leave/go to his funeral, Lanie and I have packed up our things again. I heard Lanie sobbing in her room today, and I asked her what it was about. She told me that she was just trying to be optimistic around me so I would feel welcome here. That's why she bounded away so quickly after I told her dad died. She ran to her room and sobbed. So, Lanie and I have packed up the things we will need for the next few months. I, however, am only taking one extra outfit, because I will be home soon. My dear Labrador will be waiting for me at home, and I can OFFICIALLY pack up ALL my things! :( I am quite upset, though, because I was so sure that my father what get better, and I would stay at home in England. I have no friends here, because I didn't talk to anyone at school yesterday. I persuaded Kirsten to let me home school myself, because I have already learned all the stuff in seventh grade through high school(except for math, but it's high school level) She DID tell me that I would have to join a club, though. :( Lanie and I formed a botany club(because I LOVE science, almost as much as reading!), but I haven't invited anyone yet. These other girls at my house want to join, but I strongly dislike half of them, so I didn't let them in. :) Well, I'll tell you of how things went today... I threw my favorite outfit into my lavender suitcase. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I stormed outside, and I stared at the sky. I cursed out the 'holy one' in the heavens, and I ran back inside. I curled up into my fetal position on my bed, and I laid my head on my knees. I sobbed until my face was warm and damp. Lanie walked into my room, her face was also red and damp, like mine was. She sat on my bed next to me. "So, have you finished packing yet?" "Yes. Have you?" I managed. "Yep. Are you ready to leave... for England?" She choked out in between breaths. "Yes..." I trailed off. Kirsten drove us to the airport, and So... Na.. Li ? told me good bye. I gave her a really mean glare that said, "shut up. If you don't, I'll hit you, you freak." Lanie and I stepped out of the van, with the rest of the girl's faces sticking out the window and waving us farewell. Lanie ran over to the car again and gave her(I think,) best friend Lily one last hug and good bye. I, however, did not care about the sad fate of the rest of the girls, them wishing they could have said one last good bye to me. I didn't know most of them, so I didn't care. Lanie and I walked hurriedly over to terminal nine, after our bags were checked. Our plane left in half an hour, and I could NOT afford the guilt if I missed father's funeral! "First class now boarding, first class now boarding." The lady at the desk in terminal nine spoke. Lanie and I ran over to the line. We bumped into each other and fell over, but we got back up. Our tickets were scanned, when It hit me. I had left ALL my books with those creeps that I just left! D: I nudged Lanie, and I whispered to her my huge mistake. She looked worried, then she told me to shrug it off. I was coming back in a few months, and I could always buy more books. I gave her an evil glare, but she just looked away. We boarded the plane, and I was relieved for once that I was sitting next to a stranger! Lanie was on the other side of her, though, so she begged her to switch seats with her. The women agreed. I grunted in disgust. I decided to gaze out my window. The wonderful forest that was within my view without my glasses(barely withing my view!) was magnificent! I soon fell asleep, but I awoke with a start when Lanie nudged me. "We're in England!" She beamed. I rubbed my eyes and put on my brown glasses, and I saw it was true. There was the rest of London, a silhouette in the distance. My face lit up. I was home! We walked out of the terminal, and I raced to the man holding the sign with our names on it. I grabbed Lanie's hand, but I dragged her over there. We walked with the man, until we reached a limousine. We steppe in, and he took our luggage in the back. We had just gotten almost sick of gazing at the English countryside, when we pulled up to my estate. My Labrador, Henry, was waiting there for me. He bounded over to the limousine, scratching at the doors. I stepped out, and he licked me all over. When Lanie stepped out, he growled at her, and then he began to sniff her. We stepped inside, and I twirled around with my luggge in the entry way. I was home. ~Willow Clarice Pine

Me again. :)

Well It's moi, Willow. Again. Because a few of you have been somewhat interested in my life, I decided to post once more! It's mainly about how things are doing, and how I feel, and other touchy subjects like that. :) Okay. So, I went to school for the FIRST time in my WHOLE life today, and it was utterly disgusting. The students were, quite frankly, not intelligent, and all the girls were all gaga over these celebrity boys(of whom I thought were imbeciles.) I have to say, I was quite pleased to know that there was a book club, but the books were the genre 'chick flicks,' which I despise. Lily(the black hair girl) was very... confident in her work. I understand that she is above average, but... her attention span could use some more work. Honestly, that girl can't stay focused much longer than a squirrel! I did like the fact that she is willing to try. Well, that's mainly how I felt about school, but there's a few more areas I must cover, first... If you remember, my father was sick with cancer. Well, you see, he... um... he, "moved on," so to speak. I'm really upset. My life is in shambles. :'( My only 'true' family member is gone. I'll greatly miss him. :( He passed away at one thirty this morning, and I woke up feeling something was amiss. I used the 'family's telephone, and I called the hospital he was staying at. The lady there told me that he didn't pull through the night, and that he had died. :( Lanie, she didn't even CARE! That's what disgusted me! She was telling me, "Oh. Well, that's too bad. At least mom's okay!" and then she bounced away, entirely unaffected! How dare she disgrace our father in such a way! That girl is so odd... which is ironic, because she thinks I'M odd! If you have read my previous post, you'll have learned that creepy brunette(Chrissa, I believe,) is anorexic. AND, she ADMITTED it! I didn't care as much as her friends did, because I was too worried about my father. She just let pressure go to her head, in my opinion! I've already been to Barnes and Noble twice in these past few days, and I have added many new books to my collection! There is this magnificent book called Wind In the Willows, and it is quite spectacular so far! I couldn't BELIEVE that I let this classic slip through without being read until now! :) I have been to the woods numerous times to work on my sketching skills, and I have started photography lessons. :) I had to buy three new camera lenses for my mechanical camera, though. My teacher(the human girl in the house) has a digital camera, which I don't approve of. There is just no culture in this house, is there? Yes, I have run out of topics to ramble, rant, and rave about for today. :( ~Willow Clarice Pine

Meh.

Yes, I'm well aware that I'm being a pessimist and quite rude, but my life is in turmoil! My father has cancer, my "room mates" won't shut up, and my twin is trying to 'help' me! I know I may have judged a book by it's cover when I said I hate America, but my life had completely changed in twenty four hours! Of COURSE I was in a terrible mood! I was in a strange place, with strange books, and strange people, and two out of the three of those things were bad! But, on the bright side, there were some books that I assume were college books(my reading level,) so I've enjoyed those. So far, I know that it's about a guy who is rejected from society who is transported to another dimension! It's quite interesting, but it's a hard read. Even for ME! D: Well, I have kind of STARTED to open up a little, because Lanie FINALLY realized that I'm absorbed in books, so she took me to this AMAZING book store called Barnes and Noble! It even has a coffee shop called Starbucks in it! I LOVE it! I bought at least forty nine new books there, and they are quite fantastic so far! I don't really care that I spent a good six hundred pound- DOLLARS, for my dad is a millionaire, and I have a debit card with over two hundred thousand pounds. I must comment, though, it is quite difficult to convert pounds to dollars so suddenly. Well, Lanie and I also went to the woods together. She kept on trying to play on the trees and such, but I had to remind her that trees are living, and she could kill them. So, she then tried to collect leaves for a journal, but I just took out my mechanical camera and took lovely photographs of them. It was quite spectacular, but my rambunctious twin will take some serious getting used to... Although America is a LITTLE better than I thought it would be, I still greatly miss my estate in England. My maroon pillow, my window seat, my books, even my dog! Yes, I had a dog, but pets aren't allowed on airplanes, in the seats, that is! I couldn't bare to leave my dear Labrador with the other animals in the back! So, I left him at home to be cared for by my servants. I still enjoy being in the library and away from those culture-less misfits in the other room... Did you know that the one with short brown hair and blue eyes is Anorexic? I figured it out because she's been getting sick more and her weight is visually dropping... I'm worrying over her, but really! What IS it with this need to be thin? In the books I've read about England in modern day, the girls don't worry about being over weight! They worry about being TOO thin! Seriously, what IS it with these American fads? But, then again, I wouldn't know any real English girls my age, other than this Elizabeth girl here. But she's not a reliable source, because she's from 1774. Ah, overall, I still like England MUCH more than here! I mean, really! The air is much fresher in England, anyway! ~Willow

Not goin' to well...

Willow isn't doing too well. No, she's not sick, I mean socially. You see, she mainly came here to learn social skills and meet her possible new family(in case something happened to dad), but... Yeah, she's staying locked in her room! I thought she would've been HAPPY meeting people, but NO! She actually seems really po'd! Maybe, it wasn't the BEST idea to leave her in a room with a thousand books... and a few day's worth of food... dang. Now I'll NEVER meet my sister! :( Well, at the very least, she'll HAVE to come out in the next few days! She has to eat, you know! Oh, and for those of you who have been wondering what she meant by, "I'm smart," she meant creepily smart. I mean, EXCESSIVELY smart. So smart, it's creepy and she seriously lacks social skills. So, it makes NO sense for someone to say,"hey, I'm just like her!" because it's kind of insulting to yourself. She wanted me to clear that up for her... (although she didn't mention the insulting part of it...) So... awkward moment aside... MOVING ON! Yeah, I wonder if she'll be okay... I'm not so sure she'll be staying here much longer... no, I guess she HAS- no, she has a debit card.. dang. Well, I'm going to go see if she wants to see the woods with me, because we both LOVE trees! :) ... ... ... ... Okay, she didn't reply, so I had to use the key above the door... ... ... ... So, she was REALLY mad at me, and she told me she realized after all my(Lanie) creepy friends left, that she forgot there was a key! In fact, she DIDN'T know they had keys like that in this country! But, she said maybe in an eternity, she'll go with me. :( SHE'S SO DIFFICULT!!! Okay, I have officially decided that she's WORSE than my little sister in Boston! :( Oh, and also, our dad isn't doing well... at all. Just in case he, well... moves on, the hospital required that he write a will. THAT'S how terrible he's doing right now! D: I've decided that I'm just glad she spoke to me! :) ~Lanie

Me again. :(

Yes. It is I, Willow Clarice Pine. Again. So, I JUST read my twin sister's post, and she is HIGHLY insulting! I am well aware that I am a hermit, but one shouldn't ANNOUNCE that to the world! Well, anyway, I will tell you about my plane ride, and how I 'like' things here in America. :( So, I was, as usual, reading my favorite book of ALL time, Pride and Prejudice, when I got a call from my father. "Willow, I won't be coming home for at least a few months, and I want you to visit the OTHER part of your family in America. You can come back in a few months when I call you again. There is a taxi waiting out front for when you're ready." He told me. He sounded seriously ill. "Yes, father." I hung up the phone, tears welling in my eyes. My only friend may not survive, and I can't even stay with him? He's my father, and he's ill. I don't want to go to America! Not to sound insulting, but yes. I DON'T want to visit America! Even for just a few months! I want to stay with my father... I don't want to see anyone else. I walked over to my bed and sobbed on my favourite maroon coloured pillow. I decided to pull out my suitcase, and pack in some things I thought I needed. I started with my books. I had only put in my favourite fifty, when I realized I wouldn't be able to fit in any clothes! I pulled out a carry on bag, and put twenty books in there. There was enough room for my toothbrush, toothpaste, two outfits, socks, and a pair of shoes now in my suitcase. I decided that I could probably just buy some more necessities in America, so I zipped the suitcase. I trudged down the spiral staircase, and I walked over to the front door. I can't believe I had never noticed the fancy woodwork and how tall the door was! It was magnificent! My gaze happened to go right at a man in a black suit and a taxi driver hat waiting for me. I walked over to the back door, and I climbed in. The man took my suitcases, and he threw it in the trunk. This was only my third time in an automobile! The drive was a long ways to the airport, but I managed. I walked in the front doors, where a lot of people stared at me. I am pretty sure it's because my father is an author, and people know me from his occupation. I went to the desk with the lady at it, and I got my bags checked. I'm SERIOUSLY glad I didn't put soup cans in my bag! I grabbed my carry-on bag, and I went over to terminal 18 to New York. I sat there happily, reading my book, when I heard that first class was boarding. I grabbed my travel wallet, carry on bag, and my book(which I put back into my bag,) and walked to this... mechanical device. The lady there took my ticket, and put it in this device, as I watched a blue light flash over my ticket. My ticket was returned, and I walked through this hall-way until I came across a plane. I've only heard of these flying mechanisms, but I had no idea they were real! I reluctantly stepped aboard the plane, and looked for seat A-1. It was next to a window, which wouldn't help my fear of heights. I sat into this carpet-lined seat, and I leaned back. Nothing had happened! This kind man pulled this lever, and he helped me lean back. He told me that he remembered his first time flying alone, too. I was nervous, because father had told me never to talk to strangers. I listened to the safety information report, and I saw the plane taxiing. When I had noticed the plane was increasing in speed, and on the runway, i began searching for my pack of gum to make sure my ears didn't pop. I found it just as we had began lifting off the ground. I popped a piece in my mouth, and began chewing. I had never chewed gum before! It was really nerve-racking for a while there, when I saw England float away, but I soon saw the wonderful sea. It was truly magnificent! A few tiny specks I recognized as Atlantic seagulls flew by hundreds, if not thousands of feet below, and some wonderful clouds meandered on by. I grabbed my book and began reading. It was hard to see at two in the morning! However, the same gentleman who helped me with my seat turned on the light for me. I thanked him for his troubles. He leaned back in his seat, and put on a fabric object that covers one's eyes. I was then absorbed by my book. When I had had enough of my gum, I spit it into the wrapper and threw it away. I had requested the fruit parfait off the breakfast menu, and I waited for it to come. I had found that reading made me feel sick so I put my book away. My stomach rumbled, and I realized I had forgotten about breakfast! After roughly fifteen minutes, my food was ready, and I daintily lifted the parfait mouth. It was one of the best parfaits I had ever consumed! I was expecting much from airline food, but It wasn't that bad at all! I grabbed my debit card with all my money on it, and I got a check. It wasn't that much. I mean, I still had hundreds of thousands of pounds on my debit card! The plane landed quite roughly, and when I had walked back into the terminal, I had found a girl, about my age, my height, with seven other girls around my age next to her. The girl I mainly looked at had curly blond hair with small side bangs, and hazel eyes. She looked sort of like me, but I had curly red hair and blue eyes. She looked up from this... device, she closed it up and placed it in her satchel. She looked directly at me, and she recognized me right away. Her face lit up, and she ran towards me. I braced for impact, and the seventeen year old told her to be polite. "Yes, Kirsten." The girl replied. She continued toward me, walking this time. She outstretched her hand, and I stared at it peculiarly. She noticed this wasn't helping, so she introduced herself. "My name is Lanie Pine, and I'm your twin sister. You're Willow Clarice Pine, correct?" The girl asked. I cleared my throat. This was my second conversation! "Yes, my name happens to be Willow Clarice Pine, thank you." "Cool! You have a British accent!" The girl told me. "Well, um... thanks?" "Oh, I am probably sounding very rude right now! Do you want to go get some ice cream with my room-mates?" "What's this... iced cream you speak of?" The girl looked stunned. "Come on. I'll show you!" She grabbed my hand and explained the problem to the seventeen year old. The middle school girls had grabbed my luggage from the spinner contraption with other luggage articles on it. "Alright! Come on, girls! Let's show our guest what ice cream is!" All the middle school aged girls followed the teenager to the parking lot. They climbed into another automobile. Lanie sat there, patting the seat next to herself, and looking in my direction. "What?" "Come on in!" I really reluctantly climbed into the automobile, and sat down. I saw this belt type object. "Well, buckle up your seat- oh. You don't have these in England, do you?" The teen asked me. I shrugged. "Well, In North America, we have seat belts to make sure we're safe in an accident. So... Lanie, help your twin with her seat belt!" Lanie made the seat belt click, and I sat there. I pulled out my book, and I began reading. Again. The girls stared at me, wondering how I could be reading! "HOW can you not be BORED out of your MIND reading that crap?!?" This girl with brown skin and black hair yelled. "SONALI! Willow reads all the time! She is very bored at home, so she reads, okay?" Kirsten yelled. Oh, from what happened earlier, I figured out that teenager was Kirsten. Nothing interesting happened after that. Well, except that we pulled up to this puny house, of a mere 1,000 meters! Ugh. I have to LIVE here for a few months?!? I grabbed my luggage, and I stepped into the grass. It was crunchy and yellow. It disgusted me. I walked back over to the concrete. The girls stepped out of the automobile. They grabbed my hand, and dragged me to my room. It was filed with books! BIG books at that! There was a bed, that had maybe twenty books on it, and... WOW! "This is the library. There are roughly one thousand books in here, and many record albums from previous times. You may go anywhere in the room, except for on top of the shelves. Our room is next door, if you need us." Kirsten explained. I unzipped my suitcase, and pulled out my camera, a flashlight, clothes, and tons of books. The girls stared. As I pulled out my father's i... Pad, this curly black haired girl with light skin came up to me. "WHOA! When did you get THAT?" She asked. "Um... this is my father's, and he gave it to me so I could home school myself..." I mumbled. "Well, you're not going to be home schooled anymore! You're going to be going to Shining Star school for Girls from now on!" The girl beamed. I was shocked. What's school? I thought. "Oh, HAVE you EVER been to a real school before?" the girl asked. "No, I've been home schooled for my whole life..." "Well, you'll be in seventh grade with the rest of us now! Isn't it great? You'll have to get caught up, though, because I don't know how smart you are-" "I have an I.Q. of 257, and I'm reading at a college level. I am learning trigonometry in math right now, and I've already passed high school social studies. And I'm not even 13 yet." I stated. The girl was stunned. So was I! I had NEVER spoken to ANYONE like that before! "Well, before this day gets increasingly awkward, I think we better get to bed. it's only 2 A.M. !" Kirsten said. "Actually, It would be 10 A.M. in England right now." "Well, WILLOW, I think you should get used to Eastern Standard time from now on! You have to go to school on Monday!" Kirsten said. "NO! It is breakfast time for me, and I will NOT go to this 'school' place with any of you!" I yelled. Kirsten turned out the lights, and locked my door. I pulled out my flashlight and book, and began reading. I hate America. ~Willow Clarice Pine.

My twin...

Many of you have PROBABLY read Willow's new post, and I have to say... She sounds like a boring person with LITERALLY no social life, who either reads all day, or gets smarter. :( I thought she would be FUN, and SPONTANEOUS, but... SHE'S A FRIGGIN' HERMIT! For those of you who DON'T know what a hermit is, a hermit is a person who hides from people. I mean really, HOW could such a BORING person POSSIBLY be related to ME!?!? That is a question I can't answer. Oh, and apparently, Willow is going to come VISIT us TODAY! Not LIVE with us, but visit. She's coming to visit us today, just to see if she'll get along with us here. She'll probably do a post about it. Yeah, she's on a plane to New York, and we'll be waiting for her at the airport so we can bring her back home in ________. No, I will NOT tell you where we live! For privacy reasons, of course. :) So, if you see Willow, tell her hi for us, okay? Thanks! :) ~Lanie Pine

Willow Pine.

Hello fair readers of this blog! My name is Willow Clarice Pine, and my twin sister is Lanie Holland. We were separated at birth, and SHE is ecstatic to meet me. I, however, will greatly miss my dad, considering we used to rarely leave our small estate between London and Birmingham England. I will also miss the breath taking views from my bedroom window... when I was a little girl, no older than five, I had asked my dad if there were any books that had to do with England. He introduced me to the Jane Austen books, and I fell in LOVE with them! The way they were written, the beautiful English countryside... Oh! I just adored reading those books! All I had to do was gaze out my window, and I could see everything happening before my eyes... Not really, but I could IMAGINE it. I was pretty okay with reading them, for I currently read at a college reading level. It was much like these picture book things for little kids in my opinion. For those of you who want to know MORE about me, I am LITERALLY your stereotypical book lover. my favorite colours are red, maroon, and a deep bronze orange, I LOVE owls, I would spend all day reading a book under the single, majestic oak tree out my window, and I'm very academically advanced for my age. That is to say, I'm smart for my age. I have ALWAYS been mature, and I was home schooled until my dad fell ill with cancer. I just don't understand it... He wasn't unhealthy, and we went for walks every day... It just doesn't seem right. WHY is it that perfectly good people become ill? Well, I like to drink coffee every morning, specifically mocha during the winter, and caramel Frappe chinos during the Spring and Summer. :) After I have my daily lessons from my father, I sat at the window bench in my room, grabbed a Jane Austen book, made a coffee-type drink, and sat there. I'm your typical dreamer, too. I can be perfectly content just staring out the window, wondering... why are some people so headstrong? Why are others so patient? Why did people make up stories of Unicorns and Mermaids? Je nu sais pah... I forgot to mention I am/was learning French, but it's been getting increasingly difficult ever since my father got cancer. I don't have anyone to teach it to, and... I felt like someone was calling me. Speaking of that, most of my dreams involved me , sitting at home, and I heard someone calling for me. It wasn't my dad, and I don't know my mom, and when I was having the dreams, I didn't even know I had a sister! I had my wonderment, though. I presume everyone has dreamed that they either had a sister, or a twin. I know I have! :) You know, I didn't even know that technology existed; at least not before I found my dad's i... Pad? And what's this apple thingy on the back? It was a difficult question, that even my dad couldn't answer. You see, I only leave my house once a week, considering I am a true hermit. A very kind one, at that! All I've ever spoken to a person (other than my dad) before was, "Thanks for the bagel, miss." Really! No lies! I would remember something like that, though... It was at a coffee shop down in London, and my dad gave me a pound, so I bought a bagel. 100% true! Really, I searched on my dad's iPad the other day about what's new for books, and there were these... e-reader things! They looked like an ipad, but a little smaller. I didn't even know that THIS type of electronic existed! I only knew of the land line Telephone, and the light bulb! But, I am quite classical, so I plan on keeping to ONLY using the light bulb, appliances, and the telephone. Oh, and if I'm practically un-plugged, so to speak, when my dad found out he had cancer and went to the hospital, he told me to look in his office, open his briefcase, and pull out this thing that looked like a plastic piece of thick paper. He told me to sign myself up for an online school program, so that's how I know of ipads. I'm sorry that I rambled about myself in this post... I didn't even know this much about myself! I originally thought I was a girl with an I.Q. of 257 who stared out the window and read all day... Which, is entirely true, but I am starting to sound like a boring, smart, hermit. Oh my, meeting my new family will be interesting, considering I have read some previous posts, and this... Hollie, person, sounds like a deranged psychopath who murders people all day! I am worried for my own well-being, now. ~Willow Clarice Pine