Week two, day 8

Hi, your 5 foot tall, blonde-haired, 12 year old reporter, Selena Goodlaw, here. My job: To tape and Document all that happens in the Whirl Islands.  Right now, I really wish I could kick Melody's butt. Really. But, I won't, even though she is driving me crazy. Anyway, if I could vote, she'd be the first person I'd vote off the island. But, we already got rid of Tracey, so I should be happy.  Okay, hey, look, it's Misty! (AKA The-time-bomb-just-waiting-to-go-off-girl.) Misty says to me
      "What are you writing?"So I say,
      "I'm writing 'What are you writing?'"
      "Really, what are you writing?"
      "I'm writing 'What are you writing?' and then "Really, what are you writing?" I answer.
      and now she is getting mad. I think I will run now. Bye-Bye.

      Okay, still Monday, this is a waste of time but at least I get a leave of absence from school.  Gary is acting nasty to everyone, mimiking Ash and pretending to be Brock. Now he is...walking around with a..notebook and saying "hmmmm..." and I'm thinking he is pretending to be Tracey, but why isn't he saying "Oh, I gotta sketch this!" ?" Wait a minute...
      "Oh, I must write this down, because I must document it...eheheh....now I need my camera so I can-" he says.
      "Oh, I'm sorry Gary. I didn't mean to do that." I say as he runs away after I demonstrate how kickboxing works on both BOTH your endurance and muscle strength.   I feel sorry for him-NOT!
      

      Week 2, day 9

      Okay, so it was me who suggested having a karaoke contest...but I didn't mean for it to go THIS far. Okay, I just sung Brit's "Lucky" and everyone clapped. So now James is on stage, and he's singing...isn't that eiffel 65's music?
      "My hair is Blue da ba dee da ba dye, da ba dee, da ba dye, da ba dee da ba dye.."
      I have a feeling this is going to be a long night. Okay, Ash's turn. Gosh, I didn't know he was into rap.
      "Will the real Ash Ketchum, yes, the real Ash Ketchum, Please stand up, Please Stand up! I'm the Real Ash Ketchum, yes the real Ash Ketchum all the other Ash Ketchums are just imitating so will the real Ash Ketchum, please stand up, please stand up, Please stand up..."  and now I have this weird feeling in my stomach. Melody sung a remix of "My heart will go on." At least that was a little more normal.  Someone is pulling on one of my pigtails, I dunno who it is, but if you are messing with my hair, you are messing with Squirty. Squirty used to be a Magikarp, but now that he has evolved, I need to rename him. Oh it's just Ash. He was trying to tell me something. He says that..oh gosh...okay, eh heh heh. Wow that would be cool, Ash, if you we'ren't just trying to impress me, because...  
      "I was the one who gave Gary a nosebleed and a black eye."


Week 2, day 11

I'm sooo bored. This is like, so boring. Nurse Joy brushed my hair and styled it this morning, so it looks just like hers. I like it, and everyone else seems to, but Gary breaks out into giggles every time he sees me, so I clench my fist, and he is gone. If not, there is a *BANG* and he is screaming for his mommy, and then he is gone.

day 15:

I went swimming today with the other guys, that was pretty cool, but I put some of my raspberry perfume on, and Gary is frequently telling me I smell like a fruit basket. He says I am that girl on the Chikita banana with that hat with all the grapes on my head. This time, I did not resist kicking him. Tonight we will vote, and we are all nervous that we will be voted off.  Except me, of course, because I cannot be voted off.

VOTING TIME:

Ash: Jenny
Brock: Jessie
May: Jenny
Jessie: Jenny
James: Jehhie
Melody: Jessie
Gary: Ash
Joy: Jessie
Jenny: Jessie
Misty: Jenny

Because it took a while for us to figure out james' vote, we have finally decided that it was placed for Jessie, but he cannot even remember who he voted for, or read his own handwriting.
"I demand a recount!" Jessie shouts. We are now recounting ALL the 10 ballots *GASP* which could take over a week...no, it's still Jessie. Sorry, you must go now. Aw, James is crying. He is blue, da ba dee, da ba dye...