Of Colorful Eggs and Silver Bells

Happy Easter! There isn't much to tell about that (the usual egg dying and such things), but I have begun Raspberry Beret. Unfortunately, it just happens to be on my other computer, and I, of course, can't remember all of it. Alas, this will be the end of me... Oh! I think I have part of it with me on paper!

I walked past my favorite house in the world, and listened hard. It was about four blocks down from mine, in the less upper-class part of the neighborhood, and was painted a vibrant shade of purple. Two weeping willows swept the ground outside of it with their teary branches. Tiny, silver bells were fastened to their bows, and they rang with a delightful, sugar-plum-fairy sort of sound when the wind blew.
Today I was lucky, and an April wind was stirring the branches. I paused for a moment in front of the house, just listening. Then, with a sigh, I hoisted my bag, weighed down by textbooks, further up on my shoulder, and continued on my way home. Apart from school, home was my least favorite place. My parents were always wondering why I wasn't more like the next door neighbor's dauhter, Julia. I always had one answer to this: Julia was a suckup. She always did everything her parents wanted; she wore their pantyhose and loafers, their pink poly-blend sweaters. She attended their social functions, had the friends they wanted her to have, and kept her room their boring shades of beige.

Then it goes on to have much to do with and imaginary (of which her mom is unawares) friend and punk rock CD.. When I have access to my other computer, I'll put the rest of it on here.

-Rosie L.