Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Gorgeous things for going back to school

Towards the end of last term, I was so fed up of how boring all my school stuff was. So in the holidays I set myself the task of finding things to jazz them up, and I'll share them with you here.
The Bag
If you've got dull school uniform, like me, a bright bag is perfect! Cath Kidston has so many gorgeous bags, it was so hard to choose, but I chose this one because it's perfect for books, it's waterproof, and the pattern is so pretty and bright. £18.00. If you've got bright school uniform, another gorgeous bag from Cath Kidston is the same style and price but in white.

The Pencil Case
It's simple, sophisticated, and big enough to fit my calculator in! £5.59, from WH Smiths.

The Jacket
It's soft, simple, and chic and very warm. Gorgeous material, and goes really well with my school uniform to wear to and from school.  From Forever 21, £16.75. If you don't like this one, Forever 21 has many other gorgeous jackets.

The Bracelet
Perfect accessory to add to your uniform! I love mine. From H&M, £2.99. If your school is strict on that kind of thing, wear it to and from school and out of school it's a great accessory too.

The Glasses Case
Obviously, I don't know if you wear glasses or not. If not, lucky you! Unfortunatley I do, but only for the board at school. This case is perfect for me, it's bright and fun and strong enough to stand being dropped often! From Paperchase, £7.50.

The Shoes
Beautiful, soft and delicate, the best school shoes I could find at a good price. Goes with any school uniform, and is great for out of school too! From TopShop, £28.00.

The Hairband
This great hairband is great for my hair (it's short and black). This hairband also comes in black, white and brown. From H&M, £1.99.
Another tip is to get your school skirt in pleated, if possible. Pleats are really in right now!
I hope you liked my school best buys, and I'd love some comments to see what you've all been buying!
From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Surprise Party :)

Hey! The following (very short) story was written based on a similar experience I had myself. I wonder if any of you can relate to it?

The last balloon was blown up. Everything was ready. So why did her mum have to cancel everything again? Poor Ella never had any fun- her control freak mother saw to that. My name’s Jessica and Ella’s my best friend. Ella was so deprived of a fun life because her mother was so strict. And now I had planned a surprise birthday party, her mum had agreed, and then she cancels at last minute. Oh sure, Ella REALLY needs to come with her mum to the doctors today. It’s URGENT. So sorry Jessica, but all your hard work was wasted. Whatever. Ella would have adored  a surprise party.
We sat there, all the guests, picking at the food. We had a game of Twister, but no-one’s heart was really in it. But then there was a knock at the door.
“Um, what’s going on here..?”
“Ella??!!” we all shouted in chorus. “SURPRISE!!!”
“Ohmigod you GUYS! This is AMAZING! Thanks so much!” she gushed in amazement.
Later, when everyone was dancing around like mad things, I asked her if she had had a doctor’s appointment today.
“Um, yes, me and my mum went this morning,” she replied, not quite meeting my gaze.
“Oh,” I said. “What was it about?”
“Well..... My mum doesn’t want to say anything yet, but.... she’s going to have a baby!”
“Ella, that’s fantastic!” I yelled.
“I know, right? She really wanted me to see the scan when she told me, and it was all really sudden as the doctor had to ask to change her appointment at the last minute. I didn’t know why she was rushing through it though, until I walked through the door and saw all the balloons!” she said happily. “Come on, lets DANCE!”
She grabbed my hand and I severely told myself off for jumping to conclusions! 

From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Sunday, 28 August 2011


So, hey! The thing for today is another song. It's called Pressure.....

I never, knew I'd need,
A place to, believe,
I never, knew there was,
That pressure, it's so wrong.

You know I, can't help but,
Think 'bout things, which show up,
So when it, came around,
I couldn't, stand my ground...

You're running on a treadmill,
Everyone's telling you to run faster,
But when a girl's got too much on her back,
How long can you expect that back to last her?

You want to, get out there,
Feel wind in, your long hair
Climb a tree, feel the breeze,
Not sure if, I won't freeze.

I want to, feel more free
Not sure what, I could see
The pressure, everywhere,
There's too much, it's unfair!

You're running on a treadmill,
Everyone's telling you to run faster,
But when a girl's got too much on her back,
How long can you expect that back to last her?

Loading up on my back...
Can't get, off the track...

You're ruuning on a treadmill,
Everyone's telling you to run faster,
But when a girl's got too much on her back,
How long can you expect that back to last her?

Till next time!
From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Saturday, 27 August 2011

I took my mind a walk...

Hello again! The following poem was written for a school test that never got carried out, so I thought I would share it with readers here. It's basically the bare bones of my life story, squeezed down into a few verses!

I took my mind a walk
And saw a screaming face
And then a newborn crooked smile
Every feature in place.

I took my mind a walk
The baby is now two.
She takes one step across the grass
And Mum buys baby shoes.

I took my mind a walk
Now Girl's first day at school
Clutching a bag she walks inside
Not crying, she's no fool.

I took my mind a walk
Girl's family has to move
But a new school's a new game to play
And she's not gonna lose.

I took my mind a walk
Girl's made it to Year Six
She's invited to a basketball camp
And suddenly, she's fixed.

I took my mind a walk
Secondary school's here
Girl shakes off all her worries
But not quite all her fear.

I took my mind a walk,
But teacher shouts "Emily!"
Girl snaps back to the present
Girl? Oh yeah, she's me.

See you tomorrow!!!!!
From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Friday, 26 August 2011

The Most Gorgeous Biscuits You Will Ever Make

Okay, I know recipes are not exactly creative writing but these biscuits are so gorgeous I wanted to share them with you! Got it off the internet ;)

Gooey Chocolate Biscuits-Serves 12
.150g unsalted butter/margarine at room temperature
.150g caster sugar
.1 medium egg yolk
.25g unsweetened cocoa powder
.200g self raising flour
.100g-175g chocolate

1.Preheat oven to 190 C/ Gas 5
2. Cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy, then beat in egg yolk.
3.Sift flour and cocoa into the mix and fold in with a metal spoon.
4.Work into a dough, then gently knead. Wrap and chill for at least 20 minutes.
5.Break off walnut-sized pieces of the dough, shape into balls, and flatten to 10cm circles.
6.Place chocolate in the middle of the circles and wrap them up, creating chocolate parcels.
7.Place seam-side down onto baking tray and bake in preheated oven for 8-10 minutes. Watch they don't burn!
8.Allow to cool on baking tray for 5 minutes, then carefully transfer to a wire rack. Enjoy warm.

You might want to eat these with a spoon, they're really gooey!
From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Colour blocking- bold jeans & shorts

 It's my first ever fashion post! I only started this blog three days ago, but I want to show any possible readers that it's not all going to be about songs and stories. It's also a place for any possible high-street fashion trends in the UK I have picked up on! So here's the wonder of brightly coloured jeans....

Ok, here's the softest you can go with the trend. Think feminine, girly, casual. Want to keep it sweet? Add a pale patterned top and a long, pretty necklace. Want to spice things up a bit? Add a bright top (red works well) and one big, chunky bangle.

This is when you really rock the look! Get the brightest trousers, but pair them with a plain white t-shirt and bright nails to really make a statement! You don't want to overdo the accessories on this one. A big bag and a straw hat is all you need...

A less scary way of showing the style, but on these ones you can wear more accessories! The jeans still show the trend, but are definetley not as bright as the other ones! These also go with white t-shirts, but you can wear black too or a contrasting colour. A big, bold pattern on a top with a different colour to the jeans would also work.

Now for the shorts! With shorts, you can have a little more fun. Go as bright as you want, and clash with patterns! Or go simple and sheek- wear bright shorts, and a plainish top with matching shoes.
This was just a short look into the coloured jeans and shorts trend. It's all about having fun with the colours!!! :D

That was a brief post- but my first ever fashion one! Lots of interesting posts to come- I promise!
But for now, bye from...
The Girl With The Notepad :)

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Older One

Do you have any brothers or sisters? Are you the youngest? Or the oldest? I am in the middle, with two younger siblings and one older sister. Sometimes its great not being the oldest! Sometimes I hate it. So I wrote a song about it...

She's the princess
Got all the dresses
She's hard to please.

Sometimes I like her
Sometimes I fight her
Won't let me be.

Though I've tried I can't
Wish my life away
You can't pick your family
And I guess I've done okay.......

Its hard to suceed when you're being compared
She's done it all before, but why do I still care?
How do you know, if you're the best that's come?
If you're not the Older One.

Hogging the phone
She's always in the know
Compared to me

Thought her room's a mess
I'm the one who'll stress
But that's just me

I might get told to do
Things I'd rather not
But when it comes to siblings
You'll never be forgot...

It's hard to suceed when you're being compared
She's done it all before, but why do I still care?
How do you know, if you're the best that's come?
If you're not the Older One.

Life's a hopscotch
I just can't keep up
I edge a little closer
It's always not enough
It's not her fault or mine
But she's always far away
Why can't I be just once
Older for a day.........

It's hard to suceed when you're being compared
She's done it all before, but why do I still care?
How do you know, if you're the best that's come?
If you're not the Older One.

Older One
Older One...
Older One...
Older One.

So that's my Older One song. I'll write tomorrow!
From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

The Family Essay

Hey! I wrote the following story to enter a Cathy Cassidy writing competition. It hasn't announced winners yet, so fingers crossed! Anyway, here it is...

I was born to the sound of beggars whining. There were street-sellers gawping, and a crowd of women dressed in strange colours, gabbling at me with sounds that I couldn’t understand. Cows wandered by and surveyed the scene. My mother panted with effort. She turned to me, her hazel eyes glittering with tears. Tears full of fear. Fear of raising me in the slums without anyone to support her... For now, it was just me and her, alone in India. She was my world. She was responsible for another human being- a human being with a heart that needed nourishing, a brain that needing teaching and a stomach that needed to be filled...

 “Oh, what a load of rubbish,” said Sophie, as she finished reading.
“It’s true! Every word of it!” I said, in a rush to defend my essay- My Family.
Sophie stared at me.
“Okay, okay... maybe it’s not completely word for word, hand on heart, true. I’ll write it again,” I said with a sigh.
I turned away and began a fresh page.

You’ve asked me to write about my family. But, what happens when you don’t have one? I live at number 15, Questone Street. Yes, the orphanage.
I’ve got nowhere else to go, so I have to stay. The supervisors don’t care about me, so I’m not going to call them my family. Are you really going to substitute your parents with people who make you wash the floor with your clothes? (From Oxfam, by the way.) There are other kids there. But they all bully me. It’s easy for them to beat me up. And if I don’t do their chores, I pay for it, big time.
No, I don’t have a family. So this essay is going to be about the only thing I have closest to one, my dreams in my head...

“LUCY! Are you kidding me? God, you really love making yourself the victim!” Sophie said.
“Oh give me a break, Sophie! My family is so boring! I have a Mum, a Dad and an older sister. My Mum works as a secretary and my Dad is a manager at Sainsbury’s!”
“You’re going to get NO marks if you write something like this! It has to be a truthful account!”
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.” Miss called.
The door opened.
“Miss Smith? Is Lucy James in here?” said our head teacher.
“Um, here, Miss.” I said.
“Would you come with me a moment, dear?” A sound of muffled gasps ran across the room. Our head teacher, Miss Bryers, had never been known to say dear in her life.
I stood up and followed her down the corridor into her office. Someone familiar was sitting there.
“Mum, what are you doing here?” Panic filled me.
“Lucy, sit down please,” said my Mum. Her voice was shaking.
I sat down.
“Lucy. Your father’s had a heart attack,” she said.
The room started spinning and Mum became a blurry shape, disappearing in front of my eyes. My head floated away, while my body stayed calm and sensible. It nodded while Mum talked. It got in the car to go with her to the hospital. It hugged my sister, found crying on the back seat. It behaved exactly like everything was going to be alright, when my head was full of panic.
Seeing my father was worse. He was breathing, but he had so many drips and cords attached to him I could hardly see his face. His eyes were mere slits. His body had become a mess of tangled wires. Where was the man who stood at the back at school plays with the camera?  The man who knew all the football scores and regularly blamed the SatNav for getting us lost. He was gone. I stood there awkwardly, while Mum took one hand and my sister Isabelle took the other.
“It’s going to be alright,” were the words they uttered, all through the night. It was like a lullaby. After eight hours, I sank down on a waiting chair, and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it was before I opened my eyes, suddenly alert and awake.
But then I looked over at Dad’s bed, and stood up in shock. Most of the wires had gone. I could see Dad again. And he was looking at me, awake and smiling.
“DAD!” I yelled, and ran over.
“It’s okay, darling. I’m going to be alright.”
Two tears ran down my cheeks.
“Really, Dad? Are you sure?”
“The doctors say I’ll be fine. I’ll have to lay off the bacon for a bit, though!”
He looked so alive. I knew then, that he was going to be alright.

“Here, read it.”
“Forget it Lucy! It’ll just be another story! What is it this time? You’re a stolen child from America who lives with evil unicorns?”
“Sophie! Read it.”
I handed her a piece of paper, covered in my writing. She sighed deeply, and then began to read. After a while, she looked up.
“Wow, Lucy, it’s the truth! It’s your actual family! It’s so good, though. Really funny, too.”
Then she went back to it to read the ending.

My family is pretty normal. I’m not an unwanted orphan or a street child living in the slums of India. But we are unique. So what if my Mum’s just a secretary and Dad’s just a manager from Sainsbury’s?  It doesn’t make them any less special to me.
I didn’t realise how amazing my family was until my Dad had a heart attack. We pulled through. We clawed our way back into normal life. We’re invincible!
It doesn’t matter if your family is just one person, a group of people, or the cat that sometimes comes to your house for food. Who cares? As long as you love them, you’ve got a family to last you forever...

That's the story for today! See ya!
From The Girl With The Notepad :)

Monday, 22 August 2011


It's my first ever blog! Everyone's always going on about how cool blogging is, so I thought I'd give a try. I love writing, so this blog is going to be filled with stories and stuff. I'd love to do something to do with writing when I'm older.
Anyway, I'm going to start with a short story. It's called Smile!

I sat, hunched over my Starbucks coffee, a book in my hand. I was pretending to read it. The book was only there as a disguise for my real activity to pass the time: people watching. Sounds boring, I know, but you'd be surprised of the variety of people that come into Starbucks on a breezy summer afternoon.
So anyway, there I was, watching a guy trying (and failing) to catch the attention of the pretty waitress, when the door burst open, letting in sunlight. I turned to see two girls come in, and blink momentarily when the darkness of Starbucks hit them compared to the sunshine outside. I watched as they walked over to the counter. After a while it was clear to me that they were sisters.
The older sister had dark outlined eyes and thick, heavily straigthened hair. She had on a pretty blue dress and golden gladiators covered her feet. She was gorgeous. Whereas the younger sister, she wasn't gorgeous. But, she was... interesting. There was something about her that made you want to look at her. Dark curls clustered around her small face. She had chestnut eyes and a sweetly pointed nose, and she wore a simple white dress.
They sat down at the table near me, and sipped their drinks, chatting away. Suddenly the younger sister's mobile went off. She gazed at the screen for a few seconds. And a blush creeped into her cheeks. She smiled.
At that exact moment, out of the corner of my eye I saw my watch, telling me it was time to go. So I gathered my things and stepped into the sunlight, leaving the sisters behind, but still thinking about that girl's smile. It stayed in my mind and bugged me like anything. Finally, I stopped walking and took out my phone. I dialled a number, spoke for a few minutes, and then went on my way.
Today, for the first time in years, I was going to see my dentist.

That was it! I know it's not that good, but hey, I'm only practising! I'd love some comments to tell me how I can improve!
Bye for now....
From The Girl With The Notepad :)