So here is the next chapter finally. In the words of one of my friends – Wind Fine, Rain if you have to, Cyclone Yasi Piss off I cant hear my music.

(Cyclone Yasi is the impending cyclone that is currently bearing down on the North Coast of Queensland Australia)


When Annie and I finally got to the library after I almost ran into yet another person, to Annie's total horror. After we arrived at the library I told Annie to find us a study table in the back part of the library as that was the quietest place to sit.

"So..." Annie tentatively started.

"I was on a family holiday at the beach, I was climbing on the rocks – they were really slippery, but I didn't notice – I fell off one as I was going to step to the nearest and my foot just slipped, not much but enough to put my balance out and I just fell. Hit my head and damaged the occipital lobe, goodbye green grass and pretty pictures and hello young Ray Charles." Longer than my usually response and more detailed but outlined the problem all the same.

"Oh... I didn't mean, what I was going to say was, what were you listening to when we bumped into each other before?"

"Crap – over sharing much. I was listening to Mingus, you have probably never heard of him, but hey most people haven't." I quickly blurted out.

"Mingus, wow, first person my age that has ever heard of him before, I went to his tribute festival in Stockholm a few years ago with my parents. Danielle my sister thought I was crazy, wanted to know why I couldn't just go to rock concerts like most teenagers."

"Amazing you are officially my hero" I said and heard her beautiful crystal laugh, maybe Annie might be helpful, fun and a great friend after all."

We kept talking about things that we liked and the different types of music that we had heard while Annie looked through the different books that we had collected on the way over to the study desk that we were currently sitting at.

"Why on earth would they want me to write any type of essay on the differences between two mystery novels?" Annie suddenly asked me, "I mean can't they just get us to write an essay outlining the plot and meaning of one of the books that we are supposed to be writing about. What is the point of comparing two books from the same genre, wouldn't we be better off choosing two different genres and making the comparisons that way. Not having to try and decide whether one book is better that the other because the authors each have different writing styles?"

"Hey Annie, that essay is one of the most useless topics that they can give out and they only give it out because it is 'supposed to' be easier that the actual essay that they give out. And they only seem to give it out when they think that because you have started school mid-semester or have been away for an extended period of time that you have grown stupid and don't know a thing about the English language or left school because it was too hard. Which in most cases is a total load of BS but our brilliant teachers are convinced that is the truth."

"HA, I really have to agree with you there, and don't worry they have done it at every single school that I have been at so far." She laughed

We kept this up for the remainder of recess until the bell alerting us to the start of 2nd block.

Annie and I walked arm in arm to our next class which happened to be language studies, my most hated subject.


Chapter 5 finished. Now for me to get motivated enough to write chapter 6.

Wish Me luck, I'm gonna need it.

Katie-Kakes97

P.S As long as the power stays on during and after the cyclone tonight I will try to have an update ready and posted by tomorrow morning, provided that I don't have to go to school.