Blue Blue is a berry,
Not a Sugar Plum Faerie.

Blue is some candy,
(Suckers are dandy.)

Blue are my eyes,
They hold many a surprise.

Blue is my heart,
You tore it apart.

Blue is your hair,
But you really don’t care.


Blue is the color of the sky
For what is the worth of what you buy

Blue is the color of my jeans
What does or could this mean

Blue is the color of suffering
For there is no happiness to bring

Blue is the color of coldness
Gone, loss, and loneliness
Heather Moore

This weeken was so out of my lead i went to this modeling indursty and the man how spoked with me said that I have a chance of working with them and i ma get to be on a cover of a magazine i am so happy i cant even breath but my sister had to say something so my mom said if i dont act right in school i cant do it i was mad.

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Today was the Scince Fair and we had to go see but Ms.Jinkens said that me and Shaniyah could not bring are project to the Scince Fair but she let a boy in 6-5 so I washeat i began to be mad she told us that she was going to judge it her self the we went in and there was one project that was hot that means nice then I saw a project that was neasty it was old bread and it hab green brown juice I was about to through up . But after I was ok and it was nice

This weekend was crazy first my mothers car was stolen and I was about to kick my older brother Jr. who is 16 but he was reading my diary and was about to show his friends I was mad. my little brother took it and showed my mother she sterted to read it i yelled no and I took it and ran and locked the door I started to cry and Jr was craking up I went to the hal way and slapped him right in the face he got mad and started to yell at me and iI yelled back so he pushed on the bed and locked me in the closet my mother left me out and called my brother in the room and she asked what happend and of course I lied and said he slapped me and loked me in the closet so she started to scream at him and he was in trouble.