lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009

1 Chapter

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Confession Time: I am about to commit a serious blogging blunder. See, I know putting too much into a single blog entry makes it tough for the reader to follow. Yet, I trust that MY blog readers are smart enough to handle a big, fat, juicy entry. Of course, I've no idea if anyone is actually out there reading this at the moment, but I know I do have one loyal fan, my BEST friend Olga ("Hellooooo Lady O!").
Sam's almost-thirteen-year-old fingers stopped blazing around the keyboard of her developed, battered laptop. She reached under her desk, around the wastebasket, and into the small nook where dhe kept a couple of orange cream soda. Her mom's anti-soda rule was majorily non-negotiable, so Sam was careful to keep her stash of treasure carefully hidden. She took one last huge mouthful of fizz, then returned to her typing with such focus, she forgot to swallow.

If your life is as crazy as mine - well, if it is then I feel really sorry for you (LOL) - but you'll totally have to understand why I have so much to discuss today. Here's a quick breakdown of this MAJOR posting:

#1 - I'm so wigging out that it's already almost the anniversary of the official start of the weirdest year of my life. How often - in a single 365-day period - does a girl have to deal with her big sister becoming a global pop star, her family moving from a tiny apartment to a huge mansion, and her entire life getting put on a display in a reality TV show?? (Actually, we've only got the mansion because of the TV show.)

#2 - My big sis, Danni, is getting a totally nasty and undeserved public pounding from a new pop singer named Harley. Horrible Harley is dissing Danni in all magazines, so Danni's upset all the time now, which is seriously uncool.

#3 - Lastly - and SO-NOT-LEASTLY - I'm tickled purple (purple is my favorite colour, you know) that FINALLY I've gotten an invite to Olga's family Day of the Dead party!!YES!! I'm off-the-charts exited (even though I don't really know what a Day of the Dead actually is - but I'll find out) because I get to hang with my best friend all day, and the only thing I like better than hanging with Olga is daydreaming about My Perfect Moment. That's this vision I have of me being out in a big feild, riding my own horse, at sunset, while eating a waffle cone filled with chocolate-Cursivachip-cookie-dough ice cream! Although, now that I'm thinking about it, add in Olga ridding next to me on her horse, and there you have it - total perfaction!Cursiva

But back to today - you see, the reason it's such a huge deal for me to get invited to Olga's party is because her mom, Giselle Victorio (yes - the beautiful, German fasion model) is super protective and private about her family. Even though I know she likes me, I'm still an "outsider". It's gotten even worse ever since my family got into this reality TV show called The Devine Life. Now Mrs. V is always worried whenever Olga and I hang out because of all the video cameras in my house and the camera crew that follows my family 24/7. But even before our TV show, Mrs. V wanted to keep her family celebration a relatives-only event; I guess when you have a big family, that makes sense. When it's as small as mine, a "family-only" event means sitting around staring atCursiva the same two people you see every breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Sam suddenly remembered that her mouth was full of fizzy orange soda. For a moment, she feared the soda would go up her nose, but she managed to swallow it down. Man oh man, she thought, when I start writing I totally forget about everything else in the world. It's a wonder I don't have to remaind myself to keep breathing!
"Calling Samantha. Come in, Little Bit." A peircing voice was zinging out of the intercom. "This is your mother speaking."
Sam rolled her eyes. Duh! Of course it was her mom. No one else used the intercom, and even if anyone ever did, no one else on the planet spoke with the same blend of Southern sweetness and Don't mess with me steeliness as Rose Devine.
"Sam...?" the voice continiued. "You know that your sister and I love you more than anything on this earth, don't you?"
This was odd. Sam crinkled up her nose as she wondered what her mom was going on about.
"Because we are still down here in the dining room, waiting," Rose said gingerly. "No matter how upset you may be, you at least owe us the cortesy of a response."
What? Sam felt like if a heavy brick had just fallen on her head. Her mom was waiting for a response? To what? Let's see... Today I got up, got dressed, tried to leave for the stables, but Mum ordered my into the dining room for a family meeting - which, of course, was been videoed for our reality show. I went to the dining room : Mum and Danni were there, as was Robert, with his huge, ever-present, icky-white! I'm Danni's super-important music agent" grin. Danni was crying because Harley had said something harsh about her on TV last night. I got the text message from Olga inviting me to her family's party today. I told Mom about the invite, she gave me permission to go, and I raced up here to write in my blog and text Olga. Uh-Oh, maybe the meeting wasn't over!
"Now, Little Bit," Rose continued, "I truly empathize with your disappointment about your sisterand I not joining you at the Victorio's today, but still, when I asked you if you understood why we couldn't join you, when I explained that the meeting this afternCursivaoon was crutial to Danni's career, you could have at least said something."

Oh! Sam gritted her teeth. When I asked Mom for permission to go to Olga's family party, she thought our whole family was invited! She thinks I'm up here because I'm upset that she and Danni won't be at the party with me!

Sam reached up and pressed the "talk" button on the intercom.

"Sorry, Mom!" Sam needed an excuse for running away from the table, but she didn't want to embarass her mother by explaining that neither she nor Danni were on the guests list. Ah! "I wanted to let Mrs. Victorio know right away how sorry you were not to be able to attend the party today, so I ran up here to send your regrets by e-mail. I completely understand that you'd want to let Mrs. V know, because leaving her hanging would be so uncool!"

She released the talk button and waited for her mother's reply.

"Oh. That's very matture... I'm proud of you for being so responsible, Little Bit." Rose's voice had a tingle of uncertainty in it, as if she wasn't quite sure if her daughter was being genuine or not. "But you know better than to leave the table before being excused; please come back so we can officially finish our family meeting. Mom - out."

Feeling equal parts of relief and guilt, Sam sughed. She wanted to tell her mom that ever since the Devine family had become a painfully long, ridiculously fancy, mega waste of time. Watching Rose, Danni and Robert pretend to be discussing important stuff, when really they were totally playing to the cameras, was just icky.

She sighed and prepared to head downstairs, but then a bell dinged loudly from her computer and pulled Sam's focus back to the screen. It was an e-mail alert from a newstracker that she'd set up to give her a heads-up any time Harley said or did anything newsworthly.

Sam groaned as she read the flashing headline. Harley Proclaims End of "Pucky Princess Pop".

Sam crossed her fingers in the hope that it wouldn't turn out to be another direct attack on Danni, while reaching for the mouse and clicking on the hyperlink. Immediately, a small videoclip appeared. It showed a tough-looking girl with a badly dyed black Mohican and a bunch of nose rings; she was chatting with a handsome young man.

"Hey," Sam cried out at the cute guy, " Marty Meister! You always interview Danni! What are you doing with Harley?"

Marty was standing in a studio full of teenagers.

The nasty-faced girl sat on a stool, leaning forward, looking as if she was going to pounce on somebody.

"Ms. Harley Jean Pinkus," Marty spoke directly into the camera,"what was it that motivated you to become a pop singer?" Harley sneered, "I got sick of all the cheese on the radio, You know, pointless, pop princess - like Danni Devine! Gag! I turned on my radio and thought that if I heard one more lame song, I'd go mental! So, I wrote a killer song, cut a demo, and now I'm the real deal: a pop star who sings from the gut. The day of the pucky pop princess is over!"

Then the crowd cheered as Harley stormed around the studio singing her hit song, pumping her arms in the air, and giving high fives. The screen faded to black, empathisizing the sound of all those teenagers in the audience chanting, " Harley! Harley! Harley!"

Sam's stomach began to whirl. She hung her head and said a silent prayer that Danni wouldn't hear about this latest attack. Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and Rose Devine scurried in. Wrapping her arms around her daughter, she inadvertently scuished Sam's face against her bosom in one of her super-strong mom hugs.

"Mom!" Sam stuggled to get the words out. "Can't...breathe!"

Still hugging, Rose voice crackled emotion. "I'm sorry I was so callous, Samantha."

"Mother..." Sam gasped, "...killing me!"

Rose bobbed her head in agreement. "I know, I understand, Little Bit. I do! That's what I wanted to say to you back in the dining room. Lately, the pressure of all this bad publicity and the hurt is caused Danni has been killing me too."

Sam managed to sputter, "You're killing me!"

Rose finally understood. "What? Oh!" She released her daughter. "Sorry! Sorry!" She took her head. "There's too much going on right now. Your sister is feeling the stress of public embarrassment and it's draining the life right out of me. Please don't be angry with us! I feel awful about not being able to join you at Olga's family thingy today, but we have to do something to rebuild Danni's public image; I'm hoping the meeting today will be a first step in that direction."

Before she could answer, a stupendously loud hunger grumble roared straight out of Sam's belly. It was so noisy that Rose couldn't help but giggle. It snapped her out of her serious mood. She gave Sam an affectionate pat on the head, sighed and stood to leave.

"Little Bit, I want you to go to the party and have a wonderful time. However, you're not allowed outside of this house with a rumbling tummy. Grab a bite before you head off."

Sam nodded. "Will do, Mom, but I don't want to fill up. Olga says there will be tons of food at the party."

Rose strode towards the door. "Well, okay then. Have fun!"

"Thanks, Mom," Sam called out."Love you."

Turning back, Rose smiled and said, "Love you too, Sam. Bit if I see another can of soda pop in this room, I will put you up on sale on eBay." Then she blew a kiss and left the room.

Sam whipped around and say the contraband next to her computer.


Gulping the last drop, she tossed the can in the wastebasket and carried out blogging.

My mom ROCKS. As if taking care of Danni and me isn't enough, she also finds the strength to manage Danni's music career - which means she has continual dealings with Super Music Agent Robert Ruebens (blech). Here's a question: why isn't big-shot Robert handling this horrible-Harley mess? How can he let domebody like her go on television and say terrible things about Danni? I didn't like it when Danni first got famous and folks on TV said how much they "loved her", but this, her being dissed in front of millions of people, this is sooo much worse!

Gotta go! I'm off to snag a quick bite to eat and then - Olga's! Can't wail to find out what this "Day of Dead" thingy is really like. Details soon - PROMISE!

As Sam hit the "post" button to publish her blog on the World Wide Web, she heard a familiar dinging noise. Looking up at the corner of her computer screen, she discovered an instant message from Olga. The tiny text box read:


C U @ my house!!!

Sam typed super-fast. She hit the "send" button and ran downstairs as her reply appeared in the same little text window.


B there soon!!

domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009

La parábola de la oveja perdida


I'm reading this book and I think it's a very good book because it's about a girl called Samantha (Sam) who has a sister which is a POP STAR. There are 9 characters : Robert who is not very simpathetic 'cause he's always growning at people, especially Sam, Rose Devine who is Danni Devine and Sam Devine's mother, Danni Devine who is the POP STAR, Sam Devine who is the protagonist, Olga who is Sam's best friend, Mrs. V who is Olga's mother, Blu who is the director, Lou who is the camaraman, Grandpa Abe who is Danni and Sam's grandfather and Mr. Red which is Abe's dog. I'm going to write chapter by chapter so that you can follow the book.
More soon,