Willow china

26 August 2010

We purchased two sets of these and they are so pretty! Prices here were the best and shipping was free, so we feel like we got a great deal.

My storrrrrrrrrry? Is it good?
Plzzz tell me if my story is good... or if it sux and u hate it and wanna throw it in the toilet... which isnt very nice ;-) jk anywayz ummm plz b honest! thanxWillow and I were in our small backyard. Laughing so hysterically, my insides hurt. We were in a tree, its branches swayed in the wind like a graceful dancer, like Willow. Willow was my best friend and my sister, well my half sister. Our hair mingled as the wind, passing the cover of tree branches, brushed against us. Her hair was short, curly, and a bright red it covered one of her sparkling green eyes with a side swept bang. Her porcelain skin made her resemble a fragile looking china doll. I was the opposite, always outside in the hot weather, I had sun tanned skin, lots of scabs and long shockingly blonde hair that softly fell to my waist. This made it so my curls, being pulled by the length of my hair, wavy ringlets instead of the beautiful curls Willow's hair resembled. A spray of sandy freckles powdered the bridge of my nose. Our green eyes were the only thing that tacked us as relatives, and even those were different mine were framed by a soft flutter of golden lashes. While Willow's had luxurious dark red lashes. I wasn't even close to a porcelain doll. "Rayni?" Willow asked, interrupting my contemplation of our completely different appearances."Huh?" I said, still in my thoughts."There's a guy looking at us behind the fence." She announced, as if she were stating merely the weather. I twisted my neck around, and sure enough a boy was there watching Willow china us. His light brown, covered with glasses, eyes peered over the fence. He didn't seem ashamed of being caught, he looked as if he'd been waiting for us to notice him. His short messy reddish blonde hair stuck up as if he'd been electrocuted, and his skin was just as pale as my sister. You could tell he didn't go outside much because from the short trip to out yard, dirt was streaked all over him. And each knee on his jeans had grass stained holes. Through the holes you could see scabs from clambering over rocks, trees, holes, anything in his way. Just then his brown eyes met my stare and he jumped over the fence."Umm hi. My names Kyle." Kyle said looking up at us, still in the tree, from the ground."Why were you watching us?" Wondered Willow. Her eyes narrowing suspiciously. " You were laughing so hard I couldn't do my homework." Kyle told her, obviously lying. "So your in summer school?" Willow said her eyes narrowing even more."Uh yea". He lied, as a blush replaced the possible jig he might have just done. Willow rolled her eyes and climbed down the tree. I went to follow her. "Wait!" He shouted to me.I turned around, Willow eyes widened as I walked up to him, but it would be rude to just leave him there."What?" I said exasperated. I just wanted to go inside with my sister."Your like me." He answered equally frustrated with my unwillingness to listen to him."Sure I am." I retorted now not only exasperated but confused."You sometimes do weird things... these things happened to me too, only my mom explained them to me". He said."Umm yep." I said mustering as much sarcasm as I could to seep into my voice, but despite my efforts a hint of curiosity crept into it, mingling with the sarcasm. Now spurred on by my bit of curiosity Kyle answered hopefully. "Things happen to you that you can't explain, Rayni. These things happen to me to. Although my chaos is probably different.""CHAOS?!!" Willow shrieked. "Oh please you can't expect us to believe that! And how do you even know Rayni's name?"Then pulling me inside with her she slammed the door and stomped up to her room. I stayed at the door, staring outside, until my eyelids started drooping as sleep weighed them down. I wandered upstairs in a dreamlike state to get ready for bed. Sunlight streamed through the window, hitting my face and waking me up. Stretching I pulled myself up into sitting position. Memories of the day before flooded into my head. But now after a night of rest it seemed stupid. I chided myself for letting my curiosity get the better of me and got out of bed. That one incident with my cousin did not mean I had... chaos. It was just her imagination, people cant change their shape in a second, it takes hours... and surgeons. Still I thought, it was pretty weird. Giving up my inner struggle I set out to prove myself wrong. I sighed, imagining what Willow would think as I pulled out my dictionary and searched c... then h, until finally I found the right page. Chaos: disorder, a jumble of confusion. Great I thought, he thinks I'm crazy. The guy who watches girls from behind fences, thinks I'm crazy! I slammed the
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