Hateful Feelings

Erin HAS forgotten this blog. :( It's like she doesn't even notice it's here. HELLO, THE STORY OF TWINS!? Not The Story Of GRACE!

Sorry I'm so sour. If you read Bethie's blog, last night I scavenged through Ma's bedroom and found ZERO signs of Ruthie and Ma's dolls didn't give much evidence.

Aaah. I feel so bad.

"It's all Ma's fault!" Lanie ranted after I explained what had happened. "She's too cruel and evil to realize that Erin will be CRUSHED! No, she'll realize it, but she'd be laughing! Oh, that's what she'd do! Erin would sit there, trying to be polite and not be upset, but clearly she'd be unhappy, and Ma would be LAUGHING! Oh, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I HATE HER!" Lanie kicked the bed.
''Lanie, relax." I touched her arm. "It's okay to be angry, but don't take it out on Ma."
"I have every right to take it out on Ma! Because of her, she's going to ruin Erin's birthday! Do you know how LONG it would take Erin to earn the money for Ruthie?! It's hard enough for her to earn money for New York City, and she doesn't even know if she's getting a doll there! Hate, hate hate!" Lanie shrieked.
"So what if we don't get Ruthie?"
"That's easy for YOU to say! Ever since I arrived here, YOU are the only person who's really befriended me! Everyone else pushed me away and didn't want to be my friend! I keep on thinking maybe Ruthie will be different! And maybe she will! But we'll never know now that Erin's not getting her!" Lanie screamed. The tears trickled down her flushed cheeks.
"Oh, Lanie." I hugged her. "I didn't know getting Ruthie was this important to you."
She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry I'm so angry. It's just, it's so hard to be the different girl at school."
"What do you mean?" I asked. She sat down on the bed. I sat next to her.
"Well, before you arrived in February, I was miserable. Everyone called me a nerd for doing so well in Science and knowing about all the plant names and animal species. I was so upset. Nobody would be my friend. I know that Bethie would have been nice to me, but she didn't go to school. I sat alone at lunch everyday. I tried to make friends, but everyone pushed me away. Not even my friends in garden club were nice to me. They called me a know-it-all and threw dirt at me. I was so sad and unhappy, but when you came along, and you were so kind to me, I was thrilled. I had a friend, and I liked it. It made me want to have more, but since nobody wanted to be my friend at school, I was happy with having just you. When I heard about Ruthie, I got so excited. Maybe she would be my friend." Lanie explained, the tears slipping down her cheeks.
I hugged her. "I didn't know I meant that much to you, Lanie."
"You mean the world to me, Grace. Your the Swiftie that makes my world go around, and I couldn't imagine life without you." 'Swifties' are what Lanie called Taylor Swift fans.

I felt so dirty and disgusting now that I had this chat with Lanie. Last night, Ma had held me and kissed me and hugged me, and now I feel filthy. I can't stand to see the bilge of garbage called grandparents that make up for un-bought birthday presents by kissing little girl's dolls and playing with little boy's toys. It makes me SICKENED to see the filthy wretch of elders who find it amusing to ruin children's birthdays. Would the appreciate it if their families didn't get them what THEY wanted for their birthday? No, they would not. In fact, they'd probably cause a whole ruckus because of it, since my unofficial stats show 67% of family celebrations revolve around grandparents. I feel as though I have betrayed my family by allowing the ancestors of my beloved Erin show affection towards me.

Does that make sense to you? Sorry, when I'm mad I get literary.

~Gracie~

A Sad Celebration

Kay. So you've probably heard it from Erin a gazillion and six times, but Kristy was eliminated from AGMA.

This sounds sooooo mean..... but YAY!

Now I know what you're all thinking.

"Why Gracelynne? How could you be so cruel?"

Dude.

I'm happy Kristy got eliminated from AGMA because Erin can compete again. And when she competes again she's entering a certain red-haired beauty!

NO, NOT FELICITY.

Meeeh! Yesh, Erin is entering MOI, Gracelynne Margaret Rose McCartney, nicknamed Grace, Gracie, THE GRACE and Graceanator. [the last two from my twin, Erin]

Lanie is sooo proud of me.

"I knew you could do it, Grace!" Lanie cheered jubiliantly once we reached my bedroom.

"I know, I know." I sighed, a little sadly. Being excited because my sister was eliminated is just plain MEAN.

"Gracie! Are you blind?! Kristy got eliminated for a REASON! It's called karma!" Lanie convinced me.

"What are you saying...?"

"I'm SAYING that she got eliminated because of all the times she's been mean to us!"

"Well, I guess. But I'm not even going to make it past the auditions, let alone win the whole game." I sighed, my voice sinking lower with every word.

"ARE YOU BLIND AND DEAF?!" Lanie bellowed. "You're THE GRACE! You can do ANYTHING!" Lanie grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"But.... Erin.....Sonali....cheese curls...... graham crackers......GAH!" I sputtered.

"Chill." Lanie rested on Kit's bed. "You've got this modeling crap IN THE BAG." She snatched up a mirror and shoved my face in it's view.

"You see that girl in there?" Lanie questioned me.

"Yes." I gulped.

"Who is she?"

"The Grace." I stuttered.

"She is not THE GRACE." Lanie said stern. "She's you, Gracelynne Margaret Rose McCartney. And she's the next model for AGClayMakers."

"But..."

"You're worth it, Gracelynne." Lanie looked at me with meaningful hazel-green eyes. I smiled and hugged her.

Lanie was right.

~Grace~

Sad Faces For A Sad Doll

"Erin?" Chrissa poked me in the side. "Whats up with you? You didn't want to paint for 8:00 a.m. routine this morning, and now you won't eat PIZZA?!"

I frowned. "I just.. I don't feel well, Chrissa.."
Chrissa jumped up. "Then lets get you upstairs! I'll get you a hot water bottle for your feet!" She was already rushing up the stairs by the time I got the energy to call out to her to come back.

Ugh.
I hate life.

Spring Green Queen is on the Scene, Part 2

"So, JULIE'S the culprit?" I shouted angrily. Julie was so sweet and innocent, I can't believe she was out to get Bethie!
"Well," Lanie fidgeted with one of her curls. "Bethie did refuse to sign her 'Stop Global Warming' movement. Beth doesn't believe in global warming."
I pulled the small gem out of the mud and Lanie and I headed up the path. We set the gem inside my dresser.
"How are we going to get the evidence out of Julie?" Lanie asked.
"We'll have to do the good cop, bad cop roles." I reasoned.
"Oooh! Can I be the bad cop, pretty please?" Lanie begged eagerly.
"Oh all right." I mumbled.
Lanie headed down stairs, and came back hoisting Julie up the hatches. Julie was tied to the back of a metal chair. I gaped in awe.

"You said I could be the bad cop!" Lanie shrugged.

"All right, Albright." Lanie scolded. "Tell us why you're out to get Bethie!"
"Wait, WHAT? What are you babbling about, Holland?!" Julie shouted, furious.
"Lady, we'll ask the questions." Lanie snarled.
"I'm your ROOMMATE! Why would you suspect me?" Julie barked.
I saw that I wasn't going to get a say in this if Lanie kept on being the bad cop, so I stepped in. "We found THIS gem," I held out the jewel. "Stuck in the mud where I was threatened. My partner," I beckoned to Lanie. "Confirmed that the jewel is in fact, yours."
"Yeah, it's mine! But I haven't been to the forest in weeks since the government promised me they'd stop bothering the baby skunks." Julie explained.
"Wait a sec!" I shouted. "Julie, don't you have special wide feet?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to rub it in!" Julie barked at me.
"Then you can't run away fast in stilettos, right?"
"Riiight."
"Then Julie can't be the culprit! The person in question threatened me, but before I could see who it was, they were gone and Rebecca's stiletto was stuck in the mud!"
Lanie untied Julie. "You're free to go." Julie slapped Lanie and walked away.

"We're getting nowhere with this!" Lanie wailed.
"We have to check the crime scene again!" I sighed.
"Grace! It's hopeless! You're treating this like it's a murder mystery! It was probably one of the big jerky boys next door!"
"Do big jerky boys wear fingernail polish?!" I yelled.
"They could have pretended! For all we know, Rebecca could have been the culprit but she just used nail polish remover to get it off before we interviewed her!" Lanie sassed at me.
"Fine! Don't help me!" I hollered.
"I don't think I will!" Lanie hollered back. She threw all the supplies she was carrying on the ground and stormed out, her long blonde curls bouncing against her back as she walked.

"Tree hugger!" I shouted angrily as she walked away.
"Hopeless bookworm!" She shouted back.

Oh, Oh OH! This isn't fair! First I lose my sanity, then my best friend, all because of a stupid crime scene!? This is pointless! I wish my twin sister, Erin, were here to help me. She wouldn't argue or fight with me, but according to Sonali's blog, they've got their hands full with this new Pullip sister of theirs. The last thing that should be on Erin's mind is her twin, when she's got to keep that bloody Pullip from touching her possessions.


~Gracelynne~

Spring Green Queen is on the Scene

In the blog that I wrote last, I promised I wouldn't rest until I found the source of Bethie's weird behavior. She's a good friend, but not nearly as close as Lanie. We've been having late-night conversations and sleepovers. I feel like a bad friend to be helping Beth and ignoring her at the same time. But it is best to leave it at that.

First off, I wanted to email Ruthie and check out Sonali's blog. I asked Beth to borrow her computer, because maybe there's something up with Sonali's blog. I haven't checked it in a while. I sent Ruthie the email I wanted and typed in Sonali's blogger URL. It came up as 'blocked from the computer.' That's odd.

"Bethie, why is Sonali's blog blocked from your computer?"
"I dunno. It just happened."
I closed Beth's laptop and raced downstairs to retrive my spring green laptop. I opened Sonali's blog on my Internet browser, and surprisingly, it came up. I read the first few lines of one of her June blogs, but a manicured hand slammed my laptop shut on my fingers.
"Ouch." I whispered under my breath. Something grabbed my hair, and I was being tugged outside into the woods.
"Listen to me." A threatening voice crackled into my ear. "If anything is said to Sonali, Beth, or your dumb [the voice said another word...] sister about their blogs, I sware I'm going to drown you in that pond." The voice hissed into my ear.
I turned to see who it was, but all I could see was a red stiletto heel that got stuck in the mud. I picked it up. Interesting.

After future examination, I found that the sitletto belonged to none other then Rebecca Ann Claire Rubin.
"Listen to me, Gracelynne!" Rebecca pleaded. "I didn't do it! I'm not out to get Sonny and Beth, I sware!" She fell into a heap at my feet and sobbed into her hands.
"Wait a sec." I muttered. I grabbed Rebecca's hand. No finger nail polish in sight.
"You're free, Beck. Go." I motioned for her to leave the G.R.O.I.C; or Grace's Room of Investigating Crimes. Lanie was sitting on my bed. I brought her to the woods and we followed the heel marks and my sneaker prints to the exact spot where I was threatened. I also found a sparkly gem that looked like it fell from a necklace.
"I know that gem. It's from a necklace of Julie's." Lanie murmured



~Grace~

Chrissa

Of course I miss Grace. Of course, of course, of course. Heck, I cry almost every night into my pillow about it. But lately I haven't been crying as much. Because of a certain Christine Jane-Marie Maxwell.

Chrissa's awesome. Epic, actually. She understands about Grace. She understands it all. Sonali does too, but ... oh my god. Lets NOT talk about Sonali.

I can't.. can't.. I gotta go.

-Erin

Scaaaared.

It's Grace again, haaay!

And I've been noticing strange behavior around my house lately. Ever since we got news that our family might have a new addition [Ruthie], nobody's been acting themselves. It's pretty weird considering that I've known every single one of these girls since February, and things just keep getting weirder.

For instance, Samantha hasn't touched the tote bag that she started sewing in May since we got word on Ruthie. She's been spending more time looking at magazines and catalogs.

On the contrary, Kristy hasn't touched her dance outfit, and she didn't beg and plead for dance classes this summer. She's been spending so much time in the mirror, doing her makeup and washing her hair and a LOT of singing before dinner and after she takes a shower.

Felicity hasn't bothered with climbing trees or fishing or doing any of the daring or bold things that she loves to do. She's been out in the barn practicing tricks with her horses, and grooming them.

Kit hasn't been reading that much, She's been scrawling ideas for writing prompts such as stories and news papers, and typing them on her typewriter. I heard her explaining to Beth that she will put them all in a binder to keep forever.

Julie hasn't been playing with Nutmeg, her pet bunny, or passing out recycling pamphlets at the mall or protesting to stop pollution and prevent global warming. She's been being all Kristy-like and watching what she wears instead of wearing her hippie clothes. She hasn't touched her favorite peasant blouse since before we got word on Ruthie.

Rebecca's been singing and dancing more often. She sings every night with Kristy. She dances at the mall to earn a few coins. She normally chooses loud, outgoing, sparkly costume-like, but still fashionable clothes, but lately she's been going with more sensible clothes such as shorts and flip flops. She hasn't asked Chrissa to sew her any theater costumes since Ruthie. In fact, she demanded that Chrissa stop sewing her Miss Hannigan costume and start knitting her a french beret.

Speaking of Chrissa, even little Chrissa's been acting weird. Her pottery wheel is getting a tad dusty, and she's been hiding her hand-made [but still AMAZING] costumes and her countless balls of yarn under her bed, and she quit wearing her costumes for a while and started wearing more grown up stuff like jeans [which she hated to the core until now] and sneakers [also hated.]

Bailey's been skating more often. She stays out at the skate park with her friends until after dinner, and she's been attending more batting, catching, and pitching clinics every morning with her friends to improve her skill. She also stopped wearing ponytails and switched to headbands.

Lanie stopped her vegetable garden and started a whole flower garden. She's growing lilies, lilacs, daisies, tulips, roses, and hyacinths. She's been re-doing her curls every other day and starts speaking her mind more often instead of sitting back quietly.

Bethie, poor, dearest Bethie seems to be the worst of them all. She's been a ton more secretive about everything. When asked what she did today at dinner, she immediatly replied "Nothing!" very, very quickly. She's been sitting at the window watching the nothingness going on outside, and when I asked what she's doing "Oh, haha! It's nothing really, you see I'm just, uh, watching the birds. Yup, it's a new hobby of mine. Grace you should try it sometime. Well, gotta go, bye!" As she backs away and heads up the stairs. She's been sitting for countless hours on her beanbag chair with her headphones in staring at the screen whispering to herself "It's impossible." Over and over again. It's really suspicious. Lanie tried asking what was wrong the other day, and she said "Nothing! Lanie, what are you talking about? Haha, silly girl!" Then she ran away. I'm scared for her. I don't know what's going on, but I won't rest until I find out.

Even I'VE been acting differently. I obviously haven't blogged in a while and I've been ignoring my library card that lay on my bedside table. Plus, neglecting the books below said bedside table that I've been itching to read all summer, and spending more time looking in the mirror and practicingmy audition for Glee Club, or Show Choir as they say at our new school.

It's like Ruthie's set the bar so high that everyone's trying to impress her when she arrives. I don't know what's going through my head, or even all my sister's, but I'm not sure I'm going to like the results......

~Grace~