So Sorry. . .

Sorry that I haven't written much lately! Life has been rather busy since classes started up ect.

Oh right. Happy Thanksgiving! And happy Halloween! and just in case I do not write untill then Merry Christmas!

I'll TRY to write more soon!

d;B

(that is a rabbit by the way)
(It has its tounge out)
(and it's winking)

:)

*sigh*

Alas I did not get a part in the show. I did get a call back, so I spent 3 hrs at the theater in pcifica. But I didn't get in to the show. It was the kind of place where if you have taken classes there before you are bound to get a part but if you are new even if you have been taking classes other places for ages you hardly stand a chance. It seemed to me like they judged by resumes not talent. :( I am quite disapointed.
Oh well. . . *SIGH* there is always another time.

I am planning on being in Dickin's Faire and that should be fun. . .

*sigh*

Ooh! GUESS WHAT!!

I almost forgot, I finally got a copy of the movie I was in when I was nine!
It is an independent film called "eyes of a child" I received it on Aug. 28 and I just remembered to write about it!
It is SO funny to watch! I love showing it to my friends!

YAY!

WISH ME LUCK!!!

My audition for 'Oliver!' is at 6:00 tomorrow night!
Eeek! I am very nervous! I try not to get my hopes up but. . . I want to get in SO badly!
This would be SO SO SO SO SO SO SO fun!

I really really really REALLY hope I make it! Call backs are saturday from 9:00-12:00!

WISH ME LOADS OF LUCK!!!
(I'll be needing it!)

Long time no write!

First of all we're back from MN which was quite fun, though I must admit I was sure ready to be home when that time finally came! I hadn't slept in my bed more than twice in the month preceding our return home. That was two weeks ago.
I still am quite glad to be home!

We started school last week, I am the top of my class! I am the example student, as well as the chief mischief maker and the teacher's pet. . . Oh did I mention, I am the ONLY student in my class! (I am homeschooled :) So far 8th grade isn't much different than 7th, except it sounds SO much older!

On Friday I'll be auditioning for an 'all youth' production of 'Oliver' at spindrift theater in pacifica. I am so nervous, mostly because I'll have to sing with an accompanist in front of the director and 10 kids i don't know who are auditioning in the same time slot! Wish me LOADS of luck! (I'll be needing it!)

I am so sore! Yesterday i got violently mauled by a wave! It was SO scary! The wave held me under for almost a minute! OW!

I'll write more soon.

:)

My Sweet Shoes!

Aren't my new shoes so cool?! I love'em!

CUTE!

:)

HARRY POTTER AND THE CAMP OUT. . . again!

Harry Potter 7 is SO good! I won't say anymore, I don't want to let anything slip.

The camp out was amazing! Jonahmygosh! (You'd get it if you'd been there.) We went rock climbing, swimming, We had hot coco theatre, marmallow wars. . . *sigh* it was so so so so so so so so so so so so so FUN!!! I miss it a lot! I'd write all about it but, I type so slowly, it would take forever!

:)

The Dance Thingy. . .

The dancewas really fun!
They taught some quite delightful dances and the caller was from England!
I went with my friens Eva and Sara and we had a great time!

Only 5 days 'till the camping trip!
I'll write more soon!

-Hailey

I AM CURRENTLY HYPERVENTHILATING CUZ I AM SOOO EXCITED!!!

OMGGM!! (oh my goodness gracious me!)

THERE IS A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE DANCE TOMORROW NIGHT AND I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GO!!!
THAT WOULD BE SOOO FUN!!

We have to see if it would work for my dad since friday nights are date night for him and mom, but, you know, he can't deny me this!!!

I WANT TO GO SOOO VERY MUCH!!
IT WOULD BE SOO FUN TO LEARN ALL THOSE DANCES AND STUFF!!
AHHHH! I THINK I'M GONNA EXPLODE UNDER ALL THIS EXCITEMENT AND SUSPENSE!!!

I CAN'T WAIT!! (that is if I am going). . . eeeeeeeeek! *sqealing and manic giggling is heard*

I sound like Kitty or Lydia Bennet or something! Oh well!

Ooooh! I so hope I'm going! I so hope I'm going! I so hope I'm going. . . .(I am trying to hope it into reality!!)
eeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaoooooooh! I am crossing my fingers so hard that it is being hard to type!


AAAAH!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!! Diaaaah!

I should go now or I might hit the computer while I am jumping up and down!

WISH ME LUCK!! YAY!!


AHHHHHHHHH! TOO MUCH SUSPENSE!!! I. . . AM. . . GONNA. . . SPONTANEOUSLY. . . COMBUST. . . ANY. . . SECOND!!!!!!


BOOM! Oh there went my sanity!

Pretty Bag

I made my friend Mattea a bag for her birthday. . . TAA DAA!
Isn't it beautiful?

Camp out and Harry Potter!

I am very excited about this camp that Noah, Jonah, and I will be going to on the 23rd!
I cannot wait! Noah and Jonah went last year but I was at Shakespeare camp. It sounds really fun! It is organized by the Riekes center, same place that does Nature Studies. Our instructors from NS will be the instuctors for the camp out as well.
It will be so fun!

Also I cannot wait to see Harry Potter 5 or to read Harry Potter 7! Though I'll be leaving 2 days after the book comes out and anyone who knows me knows I do not read that fast at all!

My friend Quinn wrote from her camp today, it was very nice to hear from her.

I do not know what else to write. . .

HI!

Halloo! I feel like being random!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I like PIE!
I miss my friends who are not here!!
LALALALALALALALALA!
DOO DOOO DEE DOO DEE DOO DAA!
I miss Pie!
I feel like singing!

LAAAAA! LAAAAA! LOOO! LEE!

Sorry about my randomness!
I am actually trying to figure something out but it is not working!!
UHG!

I'll write again soon!

HaileyBug

Shakespeare Camp is over. . .

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Our performance on Friday went very well (I think) the mistakes that we did make were easely covered up. Our friend who also had a daughter at camp got the perfpormance on film. I am very glad that she did 'cause many of my friends had wanted to come but couldn't. I really enjoyed Shakespeare camp this year, ( last year really wasn't so great) I made many friends who I hope to stay in contact with for a while, I haven't been able to say that about the people who I've met there other years.

I am so excited 'cause we will finally be getting a copy of the movie I was in when I was nine sometime in the next 2 weeks! YAY! There are so many of my friends and family who never got to come to a film festival or any other showings of it and therefor they've never seen it! It is so funny to watch my little nine year old self playing a tottal brat! Partly because I am not a brat (at least I really hope I am not a brat) and I was deffinetely not one at age nine. And partly becuase I was only nine! I was still a little kid! My director had people come up to her and ask where she found such horrid girls to play those mean bratty rolls. she would have to explain that we weren't really like that at all! I guess that means we did our job well!
I cannot wait to show it to my friends! They will laugh so hard!
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A Story I Wrote. . .

A Friend of Mine
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By Hailey Joy Scandrette

“Ella!” A loud shriek broke the quiet of my afternoon as I walked along the stream.
“Ella!” The voice echoed through the patch of woods where I stood, up from the edge of the town where stands our house. I knew it was my little sister calling me. I knew I should go help Mama make dinner. I knew, but I didn’t want to leave my sanctuary by the stream.
“Ella.” Now, I also knew that Annie, my nine-year-old sister, was right behind me.
“Ella! Your hem is covered in mud. Mama already has enough laundry to deal with! And-“
“What is it, Annie?” I asked, cutting her off.
“Mama wants you to help make dinner,” she stated primly.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Mama wants me to work on my embroidery. Come on, she’s been waiting for you for ages.” She had already started walking back toward our house, lifting her skirts delicately. I ran back to our house. Mama was waiting at the door.
“Eleanor Francis Lockwood!” she began. I knew it was coming. “How on earth did you get so filthy? Where have you been? Go wash up quick and help me. Dinner should’ve been ready half an hour ago,” and with a tremendous sigh, “Why can’t you be more lady-like?”
Two days passed before I could go back to my favorite little patch of forest by the stream. On Friday afternoon I seized my chance. Annie was visiting a friend. Margaret, my five-year-old sister, and my twin two-year-old brothers were napping. Mama was having tea with Auntie Francis. I crept out our back door and ran up into the woods.
Climbing my favorite tree, I looked down at a small path I’d worn by coming up here so often. I discovered this haven five years ago when I was eight. I came up here whenever I felt happy, unhappy, lonely, afraid, or just bored. It was a place all my own. At least, so I thought. Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed a tall, dark-haired boy around my age meandering up my trail. His voice shook me from my reverie.
“Hey, you!” he called. “What on earth are you doing up there?”
I looked down at him, startled, and then said calmly, “I am climbing this tree.”
“Girls don’t climb trees!” he said incredulously.
“I’m a girl,” I said, hopping down, “and, as you see, I have just climbed that tree. So, obviously girls do climb trees.” I grinned at him and his lips twitched. “I am Ella Lockwood,” I said, curtseying clumsily. “What’s your name?”
“Nathaniel Martin,” he replied, “but most everyone calls me Nat.”
“Where do you live, Nat?”
“Over there,” he answered, pointing to our town. “We go to the same school, you know.”
“Oh, yes.” I recalled the scrawny boy who sat in the back of the classroom last spring. He’d grown nearly a head taller since then. “Well,” I said into the awkward silence. “Why did you come here?” I demanded abruptly. “Are there no other boys you could be playing with?”
“They’ve all moved this summer,” he stated forlornly, “to some new farming country or other.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling suddenly very sorry for him. I could tell he was even more lonely than I. “Hey!” I said, brightening up, “Why don’t I show you the salamanders, the squirrel’s hole or the owl’s nest? We could go wading in the creek or we could catch some grasshoppers.”
He looked up and smiled. “I’d like that,” he said happily.
At that moment, “Ella!” It was Margaret’s voice this time.
“Oh, no,” I breathed. “Sorry, Nat, Mama must want me for something. I’ll show you the owl’s nest tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay,” he sighed, “I’ll be here.”
“Bye,” I called over my shoulder as I tore back to my house.
I finished all my chores extra quickly the next morning. “Where are you going?” Mama called as I tore out the door.
“I’ll be back to help with dinner,” I yelled. Nat was waiting by my tree, his eyes sparkling and expectant.
“So,” he asked, “what first?” I showed him everything from the fuzzy grey owlets to the ripe blackberry patch and the smooth skipping stones.
“You know,” he said as we waded in the stream, “you are certainly the oddest girl I’ve ever met.”
“I know. Mama says I should be more lady like.” I laughed and splashed him.
“I disagree,” he said laughing and soaking wet.
“You do?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, grinning. Pretty soon I was soaked, too.
“We better stop,” I giggled. “Mama will be angry if I come home dripping wet.” We got out and dried ourselves best we could. The rest of the afternoon was one of the most wonderful I have yet spent. Although, one of my bootlaces broke while I was racing Nat to the tree. (I won.) One of my short blonde braids came undone while I climbed into the tree. My dress ripped in two places as I climbed down. (I hope to mend it before Mama sees.) And I stained my apron while eating juicy blackberries. I hoped to sneak into our back door and change quickly without Mama noticing.
“Bye, Nat,” I called, running home, “see you tomorrow.”
He waved, grinning. I pushed open the back door. Unfortunately, there sat Annie, playing dolls.
“Ella!” she yelled, “What did you—” I clapped my hand over her mouth, but too late.
“Eleanor!” It was Mama’s voice now. I looked up guiltily. Mama looked livid. The storming rants about my dirty clothes, my muddy face and hands, my twiggy hair, and the multiple rips and stains on my dress seemed to last forever. When it was over, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house, except for church, for a week.
On Thursday night there was a knock on our front door. Papa was out to dinner, I was confined to my room, so Mama answered the door, “Hello,” said Mama
“Hello ma’am,” replied a polite voice. It was Nat. I listened. “Is Ella home?” When Mama said nothing he added, “She’s a friend of mine.”
A friend of mine. . . I had never been referred to as a friend of anybody’s before. None of the other girls ever wanted to be associated with me, fearing that their mothers would not approve. I had been the friendless oddball. I hadn’t really cared until I was about eleven and then how I had longed for a best friend, just like everyone else. I felt a warmth spread through me, Nat considered me his friend!
“Um” said Mama, “She’s busy right now.”
“Oh.” Said Nat I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “ Alright then. Good evening ma’am.
“Good evening”
I heard the door close. He’d gone.
“Mama,” I called “Why didn’t you invite him in?”
She was standing in the doorway to Annie and I’s bedroom.
“ I don’t want you playing with that boy anymore. He’s the one who gets you into all this trouble. Your dress would be clean and mended if it weren’t fore him! Besides it is improper.”
“I don’t see anything improper about it! And he didn’t get me into any trouble at all! None of this is his fault!” I yelled. Mama had already left shutting our door behind her.
I threw myself onto my bed. Mama thought everything was Nat’s fault, she’d never allow me into the forest alone again, she’d never even let me out side alone again! This was horrible. I fell asleep and woke again still thinking. I’d had a real friend for two days. Now I didn’t know if I’d be allowed to see him ever again! I had to do something! So, I did.
I climbed from my bed, scribbled a quick note to Nat, and listened. No one else was awake. I looked over at Annie’s bed. She didn’t stir. I crept down the stairs, out the door and out towards the trees. I began to run. I don’t know why. The situation seemed desperate. Any moment Annie could wake up to use the outhouse and realize that I was gone. I’d be in such trouble, but I had to contact Nat.
Suddenly, I lost my footing, tripped over the hem of my dress and, falling, hit my head on a tree branch. I tried to get up but everything went dark, even the stars, and I sank into a heap on the ground. I am told that Mama woke up at 5:00, realized I was gone and woke Papa at once. Papa gathered a search party, but they didn’t come to the forest.
Nat, however, hearing the news, did. It was him who woke me.
“Ella,” I heard as though from the opposite end of a tunnel. “Ella,” I heard my name louder this time. Nat was shaking me. “Ella, everyone is looking for you. Your family is in hysterics and you’ve been out cold for hours.”
“Nat?” I said, bewildered. Then it all came rushing back to me. “Oh, Nat,” I said, “Mama thinks that you—“
“Come on, Ella. Your Mama thinks that you’re dead. Can you walk?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, trying gingerly to stand up. “Ow!”
“You may have broken your ankle. Here, lean on my shoulder.” Clumsily, we made our way back to my house. Nat, still supporting me, knocked on the door.
My mother opened it and cried, “Ella, where have you been? What were you—oh, that doesn’t matter now. You’re safe.”
“I’m sorry, Mama,” I whimpered. “I know I shouldn’t have.” We were in each other’s arms.
“Say no more about it,” she said, holding me at arms length. “Are you badly hurt?”
“Just my ankle. Nat said he thought it might be broken.”
Mama looked at Nat. “Oh, dear! Thank you so much! You found her, didn’t you. Dear me! How can I ever thank you enough?”
“We should get someone to look at her ankle, Ma’am,” he said awkwardly.
“Dear me, yes!” Mama said quickly, her face tear stained and relieved. While Nate ran to get the doctor, she propped me up in bed and very soon I fell asleep.
Months later, after all was healed and mended, my sisters would demand to hear the story over and over. One of these many times, I broke away and ran to the forest. There stood Nat under the very tree where we first met five months ago. So much has changed since then. Mama has decided that, in my own time and in my own way, I will eventually become a lady—a strong-willed, independent lady, but a lady nonetheless.
A slightly more spunky Annie can be seen frequently walking through the forest, though never wading in the creek. Nat has continued to grow, and I feel he will never stop. None of his old friends has moved back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And I have a friend. As we walk up the stream, laughing and talking and splashing, I realize just how lucky I am.

The End

Sorry (if anyone still reads this) that I haven't written for. . . FOREVER!

HI!
I haven't written for SOOOO long!
Sorry!!
I hope someone checks this someday to see that I have not wholey givin up on blogging!
I am at Shakespeare camp again this week and I was last week.
It is very fun! We are doing Comedy of Errors, this year, which in my opinion is absolutely hilarious!
The group of kids is really fun this year (they aren't always). I've met some great people who I hope to stay in touch with.
So. . . YEAH! Shakespeare Camp is totally awesome this year!

Papa finished the book (Soul Graffiti)! (Woohoo!!)
The bathroom is FINALLY getting finished!

Noah, our best friend, Jonah and I are going on a sleep away camp with reikes center on July 23. I CONNOT WAIT!!
It will be SOOO fun!!

I promise I will try and blog more often now that Papa has is finished with the book (Woohoo!!) and now that we have a new computer that only me, mom and the boys (my brothers) use.

I'll write more soon (tell me someone if anyone is reading this!)

:)

-Hailey