Green Bubbles

The leaves rustled and the garage door was slammed by a ghost hand. The text from the unknown number read, "I see you blowing green bubbles with your friend in the purple hoodie." My heart jumped into my throat and Darian, the friend in the purple hoodie, snapped her head up to look at the house we were watching for my grandparents, her eyes quite wide. The sound of the slammed door made me jump, a cold feeling ran in my veins. Who could have known what we were doing? It was quiet, Darian grabbed my arm and demand we go look. Walking through the empty house was like standing still in a box, like being a sitting duck. There was no one though, just a prank played on us.

Clowns and dolls are creepy, right? I don't get how any kid could have those creepy dolls in their room and not throw it out the window. With there glass eyes and stupid hair, it's like the whole head is just going to turn. Childish fear? Yeah, probably, but I hate them. I wouldn't mind having a bonfire and just burning them >:D They so deserve it

These blogs are really, really not entertaining. But since it's part of a grade, i might as well just think outloud about anything, hence the name anything and everything. Journalism class is so-so. This is only one blog of many, many boring ones to come.

Music

Everyone has different tastes in music, it's chilish to talk trash about music you don't particullairly like. Ever heard of the saying, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Though, there is alot of not so great music, not naming anything in particular. Just listen to the music you like and leave the other people to the music they like. It's not hard, and it doesn't require name calling.