A/N: So I'm sitting at my kitchen table, my histoy book in front of me. I'm thinking,"Hm. I can either be a good girl and study for my test which is worth a good 80 points or continue in one of my stories on fanfiction. I chose fanfiction. Yea! Let's just hope I don't fail.

The Notebook

Wedensday, October 11, 2006

PCA Theature

Zoey-

What happened with Todd? Did he hurt you? What happened?

I'm very much confused. It would be terrific if you would answer, or call me.

Oh yeah here' s some ideas about what to write. In fact, I have a whole list from my creative writing class last year. Here's a few of my favorites:

1.) The first time you've ever been to the zoo.

2.) What you think the perfect sandwhich would contain.

3.) Special People In Your life

4.) What your dream house would look like.

5.) A special place that is yours

I think I'll actually write about number one, the very first time i visited it a zoo.

It was a sunny Saturday morning. I was five years old. I remember walking through the gate. The first thing I saw was a goat. Yes, a goat. It was actually a petting zoo. I had never seen a goat before and thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I got to pet the goat and feed it goat food. His fur was so soft and he was very cuddly like my stuffed monkey back at home, Jarvis. I loved that goat. I wanted to take him home with me and make him my new pet. That is until he (or she) took a big bit of the back of my pants. It was the most traumatizing exsperience of my life. I walked around the zoo with a gigantic whole in my pants for the rest of the day. Even now I can't look at a goat without cringing.

Ha ha. Well that's it for me today. I hope it cheered you up a bit. All I know is that there is a good in every bad thing that happens-You'll get to see my play!

-Chase

Friday, October 12, 2006

Study Hall

Chase,

Wow. You're goat story was interesting. Goats. Ha, I can see that actually. It's a funny picture.You always know how to get me out of a bad mood. You can always make me laugh even when I'm sad. That's why I'm so grateful to have you as a best friend. :)

Todd just went insane. Here's the story: We were in my room studying and stuff like that. I had to go to the bathroom. So after I come back I come in to see him reading our notebook! Than we got into this humongous arguement over my friendship with you and everything, It was just a big mess. He made me mad so I just broke up with him right there. There's way more to the story but I'd rather not write in the awful details. All I know is that I'm going to carry this thing with me all the time whenever I have it. I suggest you do the same. I don't want anyone reading this. It's ours.

Well, I think I'm going to go ahead and use one fo your ideas. I'll do the dream house one first.

My dream house would be by a lake somewhere. Some place with four seasons. I'm not big on the whole summer all year thing, even if I do love our wonderful sunny PCA. It would be right on the beach. The house would be mid-sized, white with a big porch so I could sit out there on summer nights and watch the small waves hit the beach while sipping lemonade. I've always dreamnt about that. Ever since I was a little girl.

Well, I better go. The bell just rang. I'll see you later. Maybe tommorow night for the show.

-Zoey

A/N: Well. That is all. Review if you wish. (Or review if you want to make Noelle all happy and inspired to write more. :)

-Me