Tayla

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20.09.10

There comes a time in life when you have to say good bye to someone you really love. People say it's all about growing up and moving on, but yet all of it happens to me. Hi my name is Rayleen Smith, but to everyone it's Rae. I am 14 years old and I live with my mum, dad and my brother Joey. I had a sister, Isabelle. When she was born she didn't have enough air in her lungs, so they collapsed. I saw it all. Whenever I'm with my family something always turns out in disaster. Joey is a perfect child because I wasn't there when he was born. I wasn't even born yet. When I was born Mum got a disease, the doctors didn't know what it was because it was new to them. But what everyone knows is that I made mum sick.

Years have passed since then. Like I said, Im 14 now. I go to Beach-wood High School. Trust me, I'm not perfect, I don't do as well in school as I should. Not after Bella died.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

//19.8.10// // I Sit here Poem // // A tear runs down my face, // // I sit here in disbeilif. // // Wonder about our good times. // // I sit here in sorrow. // // Now you gone. // // I sit here in gloom. // // You can't come back, // // I sit here in abandonment. // // Through our thick and thin, // // I sit here in misery. // // Our fun, the good, the bad, the ugly, // // I sit here in regret. // // I said wait right there, // // I sit here all bloom. // // But you ran, // // I sit here in loneliness. // // It was coming closer, // // I sit here feeling pathetic. // // It hit you. // // I sit here without my best friend. // // Goodbye, now and forever. //

//Wow. Miss Paterson 19/08 // //15.8.2010 - 19.8.2010//
 * awww taay-taay that's so sad ! ): but real cool (: CIRA x **

// Going 16 //

//Every story starts somewhere, and mine starts in Las Vegas, America. It was my 8th birthday. We didn't have a lot money for it.// Mum gambeled too much, I had my birthday outside our caravan. In the cold frosty wind. I never got to blow out my candles that day. My wish? My wish was to go to a place far, far away from Las Vegas as possible!

//Years past. I was 15 now. Still, in Las Vegas. Still, living in a caravan and mum? Still gambling. I was saving up for my 'Sweet 16' .// (Most girls I knew had one...or something close to one). I've been getting extra money by dealing cards at the Mia Casino. No my mum doesn't have a life OUTSIDE the casino. Yes it's true I've not had a birthday celebration since I was 8, so saving up money was the only option I could make. //18th June, my birthdays tomorrow, since it was, I got a night off for working at Mia's. But mum, still going. I don't know why mum was so into casino's ? We didn't have enough money as it was because, dad left when I was 3 and took everything along with him. I think mum going to the casino was mum's way of not feeling lonely anymore. I'll never know, but still, I never get to see her. In the morning she's fast asleep till about 2pm, then she gets up does her make-up, scavenges around the house looking for some money, goes to the casino looses money till around about 6am and only arrives home then. //

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//I've decided that I'm going to have my birthday at Sally's Diner. I've saved up $257.85. Is all bundled up in a// tiny, little jar next to my bed. It was 9.45pm and surprisingly mum was still home. I decided to go for a shower, I slammed the broken, metal door and locked the bathroom with the silly old , rusty lock. I turned on the shower and then heard loud footsteps, mum must of been leaving now. I sighed heavyly and had a steamy, hot shower. As soon as I arrived back into my room I could sense that something was out of place...         //I didn't quite notice what was wrong. It was a strange feeling, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I wasn't going to worry about it, tomorrow was my birthday and all I wanted was to have a wonderful day and not worry about something that probably isn't real. // I jumped into my cozy warm bed and started to count beautiful, white, fluffy sheep. 1...2...3... Asleep without a sound. I had a dream about my birthday, like I always do, every birthday I think of what I'm going to get, who will come to my celebration but most of all my birthday wish.

//5:30am, great I can't go to sleep. I just heard the squeaky caravan door shut. It's mum. She walked in my room, I pretended to be asleep but kept one eye open to see what she was doing.// Mum just stood there? She came closer so I shut my eye. She put something next to me bed. It certainly sounded hard. She stayed for a while, so I decided to go to sleep incase she knew I was awake .

//8:30am my alarm goes off// playing Rihanna and Eminem. My favorite song, Love the way you lie. I sat up, stretched and gazed at my bed covers like always. The butterflies on my cover look as if they were dancing on my knees . I thought of what happened eairlier this morning. I looked to my right. You won't belive what it was. All that effort! All that hard work! All those nights watching my so called role-model at the casino! She gambled all my savings! All that was left in the jar was a stupid red poker chip. $257.85 down the drain. How could she? I NEED to find out.

//I walked outside to find mum on the coach. Sleeping, pfft surprise, surprise. I'm out, I can't handle this.// Just look at that slob sitting on the coach, do something with your life!! What a wonderful birthday present, waking up to a gambler as a mother. I stomp outside making it obvious that I was annoyed. Tears built up in my baby blue eyes, I was too tired to hold them back . I leaned against the caravan, and began pouring my tears out in my hands. Nothing has ever made me feel this way. I've never cried about mums addiction but this, this is too far. My tummy felt like is was a wheel on a bike, going round and round. I've got to stay strong for the both of us, me and mum, but why should I do something for her when she goes and does this? I shouldn't. I stayed outside for the rest of the day, gazing at the gorgeous, blue sky.It was about 4:45pm, Suddenly the door opened, it was mum. I ran around the old, munted caravan. She quickly stood there for about 7 minutes then a taxi pulled up. For the casino, of course. I ran back inside after the bright yellow car left. I was by myself. This is the way I like it. No one else. Just me.

//A storm started to come.// Lightning and thunder echoed around me. Lighting pass and thunder banged. Some birthday. No presents. No wish, not even a simple "Happy birthday". I couldn't sleep, too much things were on my mind. Hours passed. Even more hours passed after that, I looked at my watch and saw that it was 4:24am. I sat there on the coach all lonely, on stormy nights like this I remember cuddling up to dad on the coach and he tells me stories about when he was in the army. I loved my dad and he loved me, but why leave? Why leave the things and people you love? BANG!! Lightning hit the television antenna, I could tell because the t.v went funny and I herd it tumble to the ground. I sat there in dead silence.

//I took another glimpse at my watch. It was now 6:16am, mum should be home by now? I don't usually worry about mum on these kind of nights. It's happened before, the taxi driver had to go into Mia's,// literally go inside, pull her out and then drop her home. He had places to go and people to see. But now I'm starting to get worried, what if she could read my thoughts? What if she heard all the things I called her and she didn't want anything to do with me anmore? I said some really cruel things about her. I prayed for my mum, "God, please let my mum come home now and safely. I know I'm 16 but I'm still her little girl, a little girl that misses the sound of my her mums voice, misses the smell of her cheap perfume in the evenings, misses when her mum used to come sit with her and sing to her if she had a bad dream. Mum I'm really sorry for not being a good enough daughter. Please come home."

//I sat there having thoughts, not at all good thoughts. Bad thoughts. All of a sudden// I see a bright light coming up by the door. It's a car. Mum's home !! //I ran outside, "Mum, mum I'm so sorr--" I was cut off. This wasn't mum? This was a policemen.// //"Hello my name is Ashley Stanton. I work for the Southern Police Department."// //Thoughts raced through my head, I looked in// her policewomens car trying to find mum, but no sign. //"I'm terribly sorry to inform you that when your mum was coming home from Mia's Casino, she walked over some train tracks// and her shoe-lace had gotten stuck on one of the bolts then " //I started crying. I didn't need to hear those words from the officer, I// knew what was coming.

//She cradled me in her arms, she ran her fingers through my hair and told me everything was going to be alright. No one should ever go through pain and suffering like I am. I ran inside, picked up mums perfume, I smelt it. It's mum. The only memory I have left to confort me,// in this difficult time , nothing could prepare me for this moment. If I have kids one day, the thing every child asks there mum is what did you get for your sweet 16? I'll answer I lost my best friend..

// The End // // By Tayla Olivier(: ♫♪ // //1 6/08/10 Hey Tayla. This is good. Now it is time to go back through and start really looking for ways to improve it. Proofread and rework it. Make go from good to great. :) Miss Paterson. //Done

That is a really cool story Tay I can't wait to hear more.Eily R

This is so beautiful Tayla It put a tear to my eye.Liam

14.8.2010

//If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile... But anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me ♫♪♥//

14.8.2010

//If you have a problem with someone go up to them ...//

//Say what you mean .//

//Mean what you say .//

//But DON'T say it mean .//

Very wise words Tayla. Are they your words or did you hear it somewhere? Miss Paterson I was watching the telly and I herd it on some cartoon show :) I thought I'd put it on here because when I write a story I could just scroll down and look instead of writing it in my journal and making more effort for myself (: haha :.- Tay

13.8.2010

=Quotes' =

Life is too short,

grudges are a waste of perfect happiness,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">laugh when you can,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">apologize when you should,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">and let go what you can't change.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">Love deeply and forgive quickly.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">Take chances, give everything,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">abd have

<span style="color: #ff0000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">NO <span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">regrets.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">Life is too short to be unhappy.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">You have to take the good with the bad.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">Smile when your sad,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">Love what you've got,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">and always remember what you had.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">always forgive but never forget,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">learn from your mistakes,

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">but never regret.

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">People change and things go on...

<span style="color: #a200ff; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 140%;">But remember, life goes on !!!

♫♪ The Ribbon Dancer ♫♪ By Tay

Hayley was just about to go on stage. Her hands were shaking because she was so nervous. Her coach was giving her his last words before she performed. A loud apluse filled the staduim. The girl before her had just finished, and by the sounds of the loud clapping beyond the seats Hayley could tell that she was good. Hayley started taking havey breaths. The speaker came on. "Hayley Storm from New Zealand will now be performing her Champion Ribbon Dance Routine. The beautiful dancer stepped out on stage in her super-duper tight, fire red, costume. She taught what her coach just told her, he said "Don't follow your dreams chase them." Those words echoed in Hayley's head. She wanted this so badly. She had to do it.

As she started dancing the crowds faces lit up with excitment. Hayley's beautiful blonde locks were boucing up and down as she danced. She twirled her two glittery ribbons in the air. The tall, slim dancer leaped about 5 feet in the air. Suddenly a sharp pain went through her left leg. She stopped in mid-air and fell straight to the ground. A fast crystal blue tear rolled down her face. She mucked it up. She felt like she let down her coach and her family. The music came to a stop. Her coach came out to the stage. Carefully put his arm around her and began leading her off the dark, cold, empty stage. This was not suppose to happen...

<span style="color: #ff0000; display: block; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Hey Tayla. Great start. I'm glad to see you have begun a piece of writing :) I look forward to seeing it evolve. Miss Paterson

<span style="color: #eb6600; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">My TaylaSiobhan Peom (:

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//T. alk-a-tive (://

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//A. nqel sent from above//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//Y. es, I'm tall ..ish//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//L. oves to play netball//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//A. lways with a smile :)//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//S. iqh's when she sees a qlimps of homework /://

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//I. s always laqhinq//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//O. bedient.. i don't think so//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//B. asketball is my favorite sport !!!!!//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//H. iqh-fives - yes !! low-fives no//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//A. nybody can make me qiqqle (hehe)//

<span style="background-color: #ff00ff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 180%;">//N. eat ... uhm yeah ??//

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #ff0000; display: block; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 180%;">It is good to see you are working on your writing. Can you please date your work and put the new writing at the top of the page so your readers can see your new posts straight away and scroll down to see your older ones? Miss Paterson :)