Holy crap.

Yes. It is just SOOOO BOOOOOORING here! I think I'm going to die of boredom. Miranda has school and everything, but she at LEAST should do our hair once a week! All she does is play video games on her bed. I mean, it's not like she HASN'T done that a bajillion times before, but she hasn't REALLY played with us for a week. (What was it about this one? Is one of the characters awesome or something?!) WHAT THE FREAK?!?! (I think I heard her talking to herself, too. XD) Oh, and Miranda gave Hollie a fake gun she found in a box. It's plastic, but did Hollie REALLY have to hand it above her bed?! It's menacing! WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?!?! ??????? Oh, and on the "good" side of things, Lily got a new dress. ;) It's a dress M's mom made from the LJC Salina pattern. I SHOULD put a picture, but... M hasn't taken any. :( SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?! EVERY time she gets new doll things, she at LEAST takes a picture of it!!! I really don't see her post any pics. :( Yeah. It's been really worrying for all of us. She NEEDS us for her sanity. Yeah. Scary, huh? And I looked on her bulleting board, and she drew a picture of the new doll she's considering creating! (Well, not EXACTLY creating, but you know, buying a used doll and re-wigging it!) Apparently, she's going to be KIND of(okay, REALLY) emo. WHY?!?!? WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT?!?! I guess you can't really "expect" things from people...

~Gwen~

Willow's update

Well, my journey is about half over, and it has been going, pretty well. I've been to Asia, and I've been to places most people only dream of! For instance, the Taj Mahal, and the Great Wall of China. I left my camera with Lanie, because I didn't think I would want to remember anything! But, I was being quite idiotic. Right now we are obviously in the middle of an ocean, but our next place to arrive at is South America. I haven't had the nerve to ask which country it is, though. I did meet another new friend, aside from Pippa. Her name is Kasey, and she was visiting Asia with her family. She is very adventurous and outgoing, and she likes to bake. She is very nice, and she's also from the U.S., so I "might" see her again. That chance is extremely low, but I can dream, can't I?

Also, here is a little bit more of a background story of what happened when I met my mom and Lanie was helping me pack...

"WHAT!?!? But HOW could my dad lie SO MUCH about his life?!?! I'M IN ABSOLUTE DISBELIEF!!!" I yelled.
"Well, Willow, just because your dad told you that he was a famous author, even though he really just worked in an office as the CEO of a company, doesn't mean you should get all worked up about it!" My mom said.
"Yeah, I mean, he's MY dad too, you know! I don't really care!" Lanie explained.
"But YOU don't need to wonder about the many OTHER things he may have lied about, because YOU hardly knew him!!!" I shrieked at Lanie. I threw my fork on the table and stormed off to my favourite tree. I sat under the tree(which was ironically a Weeping Willow) and cried.
"How much of my life is a lie?" I whispered to myself.

~Willow.

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