|Tales of a Foreigner
Author: squigle.x PM
I'm living abroad, here are all the happenings of the rainy country England. I've put it under mystery, but I doubt my life is very mysterious. Read at your own risk. If you die of a heart attack reading this. Too bad, I did warn you.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Humor - Chapters: 24 - Words: 8,683 - Reviews: 42 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 12-24-12 - Published: 07-07-12 - id: 3039573
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Tales of a foreigner
I sort of stole the whole idea of this off Tory (you know who you are, though for some reason it wasn't liking your username) So thanks very much :) It may not be as witty and humorous but hey, I'm giving it a shot.
As you can tell by the title I am foreigner living in England. Originally from New Zealand and living abroad. Blah, blah, blah. I won't tell you any more as you may be freaky stalkers for all I know.
Thursday 5th July
I just got back from my Silver D of E expedition in Exmoor, Somerset. It rained, hailed and was freaking windy. I lost for toe nails and have a massive bruise on my shin from falling on a rock. Apart from my gross injuries it wasn't too bad.
On the second day we got lost for 6 1/2 hours, walked for 9 hours total and covered about 30km. I had never been so happy to see a math teacher my entire life. The math teacher in turn had been shitting himself with worry and had got our PE teacher searching for us also. We ended up being found at our check point.
I got home and the mother couldn't be bothered collecting her youngest most beautiful child from school so I had to get a lift home. I had both a shower and a bath to get clean.
Then my sister's boyfriend came round and the relentless teasing started along with the throwing balloons in my face. He then stole my ipad and insulted people using my facebook.
I thought my white satin mouse called Cheddar would've missed me. Instead she pissed on me and left a poo as a welcome home gift. Its moments like that when I wonder why I care for her. Her unidentical twin sister died on their first birthday. It was rather depressing. The mother wouldn't allow a ceremony and so I had to put her in a WHSmith bag give a little speech by the dumpster saying what a beautiful mouse Eric had been (yes, her name was Eric)
Friday 6th July
I managed to get out of the schools speech day. My mother rang in and said I was recovering from D of E. It is where the head teacher talks for many hours and in the space of forty minutes he averages on 53 um's and uh's. It has been said that when my name was called out the head of year eleven said. So and so is absent due to D of E fatigue. It wasn't true. I just didn't want to be bored stiff or lose what form of dignity I have by falling on my face. I actually had a productive day walking a friends dog, earning money for two hours work and getting a new high score on the wii.
Well there it is. My first entry. Isn't it bloody amazing?