Min dagbok[ENG]

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The girl was lying in bed, deep in thought. The girl had midi long reddish-brown hair and green eyes. I was a girl and my name is Lily Jackson. "Lily!" crying mother Hermione in me mixed md little brother Tim's screams at Rosalie. I get out of bed with weary steps. I look quickly in the mirror and see that my hair is spiky and his eyes are half closed. I brush her hair and rub my eyes and go down the stairs, into the kitchen. It says mom and warm porridge for me, Tim and Rosalie. I sit down on the black chair that we bought at IKEA for so many years ago. "Did you sleep gone?" wonder mom. "Javars" I reply, taking a sip of Oboyen mother had put forward. Mom nods and begins to sing on a Veronica Maggio song while she puts the porridge. "I want chocolate!" screams Rosalie. Depending chocolate. I know how it feels. "This evening the old woman" responsible mom and smiles while she feeds Tim with porridge. I spray down the jam down in the porridge and take a spoonful. "Where's Daddy?" I wonder when I swallowed mouthfuls. "He went before the country," responds mom quickly and gullar bit with Tim. I nod and take a sip of Oboyen. "How are you today?" I asked Rosalie, smiling obliged to fool. "Good!" she coos to her baby voice and smile. "Oh, so sweet" mumble mother and smiling at Tim. I sigh and take food to the room, despite mom's protests. I put the plate and cup on nattuksbordet and eats it in a flash. Then I step into Duchen and off on the hottest and let the jets run down of my body. I rub the hair with Scampo and wash it off. Then I go into the room and turn on me my black tank top and my mjukisbuxor. And so I put on music and "dancing" the usual morning routine. Spins, jumps and splits. When even that was finished I went down to the kitchen and set the disk. "Do not forget to Paka!" Mom cries for me when I jump up the stairs again. "Oh yeah!" I cry and the way I take out my black suitcase. "Kate!" shouts ajg when the dog ran back to my room. "Woof!" barks her head askew. I laugh and drills his head into the coat. Then rser I get up and sticks underwear, shirts, pants, books, my computer and my Harry Potter movie box. I carry the bag and puts it in the hall. "I go to Sally!" I cry to mom and put on my boots and jacket. I ran down to the stables and rips open the door to the stables with Kate barking behind me. "Hush!" I whisper and strangely silent Kate. I open quickly and smoothly the stable door, so that Kate does not have time to sneak. "Good morning, sweetheart!" I whisper to Freiser horse and she whinnies happily. I smile and leads her out of the stall time. Kate had gone out. I fasten Sally and develop grooming brush. I groom her gently and long. "How about a little riding tour?" I mumble and Sally whinnies. "That I take that as a yes!" I said and put on her bridle and saddle. I lead her out of the house and out on lardgården. Then I take the podium and steps onto Sally. Sally whinny little but skritar quiet when I overpower her. We skrittar around a little while and then we trot off to the slopes of the forest. It overpowers me at a gallop. We galoppperar in a while before I let Sally trot to lardgården. Where do I remove tränset and saddle, fungi her and set her in the box. I ran back to the house and Kate barking happily. I smile. "When will we go?" I wonder. "About half an hour" mom shouts from the kitchen. I run into my room and there are Rosalie and look at the cards I have taken the day before. "ROSE!" I screamed, delete the images from her and pushes her out of the room, lock the door and hear how Rosalie crying and my mother runs up the stairs and mumble lungnade words. I sit on the bed, trembling with rage.
"Finally!" I cry and throw off my seatbelt and get out of the car. "Dad!" Rosalie shouting and jumping up into his arms. "Toad!" Tim cries weakly. I smile and give my father, standing in the aisle at the house and smiles, even a hug. "Is Tiffany here?" I wonder excited. Tiffany is my 22 year old sister who also moved to Sweden and desutom she's a photographer. "Yes," replies dad and I run into the house. The kitchen is Tiffany and peeling potatoes. "Tif!" I cry. She lifts her head and looks at me. "Lil!" she yells happily, and I give her a hug bamse.

Ett kapitel till!

I turn over in bed and open my eyes.
I get up and put them on my normal everyday clothes.
Then the dance. I ran down to the kitchen and there is Tiffany and look at their pictures on the computer.
I'm sneaking up on her from behind.
"Fine!" I say. She turns choked on. "Thanks!" she says cheerfully, and I smile. I go to the fridge and takes out a boiler kakas batter.
Then the mother down and ploppar the blueberries into the batter and pour the batter into the pan. I smile tired and goes to the living room and sit at the computer. A new email, it says on the screen. I click my way through and look at the email. It is from Max.
Lily, I'm sorry about that! Hope you are fine and does not weigh you down for what I did. I regret it deeply! Hope you can forgive me! MVH Max
And he believes it helps! To say sorry? I hear his voice in my head. "What would I say?". He said anyways sorry. I'll have to forgive him. When ...
You are forgiven! But if you do it ONE MORE TIME it will be VERY sorry for you! \ Lily J
"Pancake bars are ready!" crying mother. "Coming!" I cry. I run to the kitchen, where my father, Rose, Tiffany, mom, and Tim sits. I cut immediately pancake out in shreds. I take a bite and smiles. It's not often I eat pannkokor for breakfast, just when I'm with Tiffany. "Good!" mummlar when I have eaten the pancake. "Can I go to a party this afternoon?" I wonder gently. "At Bella?" wonder mom. "Yes!" I answer. "Why not?" mumbles mom and I go up to the room to select clothes.

Det blev betydligt mycket kortare, men det får duga

DAY 3:
"It was fun at the party?" was the first word mum ytrade when I got inside the door on Sunday night. She and Dad had apparently been up all night waiting for me. "Yes!" I replied wearily. "But if you'll excuse me, I am thoroughly tired because I've been up since 11 o'clock at night!" "Yes, of course!" said dad quickly and easily I go up to the room I share with Tiffany. "Go!" she said cheerfully ochjag gasped. "Only when I went there I met Bella ..."
The feast:
Me and Bella went in through the door, into the party. "Hi Lil!" Rebecca screamed hoarsely and threw herself into my arms. I smiled and patted her back. "Hi Becka!" I replied, looking in the corner of my eye I saw Bella go to their friends Gabriella, Sarah, and twins Wendela and Wilma. "Luke is here ..." Rebecca whispered and winked at me. Yes, I was in love with Luke. I nikade and saw Luke and Sam. Olle, Ruben, Melker and ... Max? What's he doing here in Stockholm? He lives in Stockholm. 'Max!' " I shouted. He turned around. "Lil!" he cried and hugged me. Rebecca looked at me strangely, but Luke looked stranger than ever. "He is my cousin," I explained, smiling wide. Rebecca smiled and shook Max hand. "What are you doing here?" I wondered. "I'm on a field trip!" he replied, smiling. He looked as 25 though he is 19. "Who's your friend?" wonder Gabriella flörtigt and creaky me on the shoulder. "Max Jackson, my cousin," I replied, surprised. I had not noticed that she had arrived. I would just say that he was too old for her. Actually she was four years younger when Luckas came up to me. "V-VII to dance?" he asks. I was too shocked to answer. "Yes, of course she wants!" Rebecca replied to me and pushed me. Then I saw the corner of my eye Rebecca run to the DJ and want some song. Oh, no, no ballads ... I thought. But then came DJns voice through the speakers. "Hey, here comes Lily Jackson to sing a song!" he said, and I went poof on the scene. "Just as well to play with!" I thought. "Hi, yes my name is Lily and I would sing ... Oho ... For the love of daughter of Demi Lovato!" I said. Whistles and applause was heard.
Four years old with my back to the door
All I could hear the family was war
Your selfish hand always expecting more
Am I your child or just a charity ward
You have a hollowed-out heart
But it's heavy in your chest I try so hard to fight it
But it's hope less
Hopeless
Hope You're sick
Oh father Please father I'd love to leave you alone
But I can not let you go
Oh father
Please father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Oh
It's been five years
Since we've spoke load
And you can not take back
What we never had
Oh, I can be manipulated
Only so many times
Before even I love you
Starts to sound like a scythe
You have a hollowed-out heart
But it's heavy in your chest I try so hard to fight it
But it's hope less
Hopeless
Hope You're sick
Oh father
Please father I'd love to leave you alone
But I can not let you go
Oh father
Please father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
Do not you remember I'm your babygirl
How Could you push me out of your world
Lie to your flesh and your blood
Put your hands on the Ones That You swore you loved
Do not you remember I'm your babygirl
How Could you throw me right out of your world
So Small When the pain had Begun
Now forever afraid of being loved
Oh father
Please father
I'd love to leave you alone
But I can not let you go
Please Oh father father
Put the bottle down
For the love of a daughter
For the love of a daughter "
I finished the song and wild applause broke utt. I stepped off the stage and Luckas kissed me.