Bella

Today I thought a lot of my dog. She was a black 9-year-old female dog. She came to our family when I was five years old. She was a little puppy and we grew up together. She learned many things from me and I learned many things from her. We had the same habits. We went to places we shouldn't ...

Bella. That was her name. A beautiful name... As the name tells.

She loved hunting. She was a good hunter . Almost everytime she went hunting she cought a rabbit.

We used to go to the beach. She loved when someone took a piece of wood or a stone and threw it to her so she could run and catch it. Dad threw it in the sea and she would swim to get the bottle or the piece of wood.

I remember the last time I saw here. I was in Greece. I took her to the beach. The beach was empty because it was winter and there were no tourists. That's what we did that day. First I found an empty plastic bottle. I put sand in it so it would be heavy and I could through it far.

I threw it... But not far enough. I wanted to through it very far and I couldn't.

I promised to Bella that next time I come back to Greece I would through that piece of wood very far. I promised.

But there was no next time... She died one month after that. She was hunting. She caught a rabbit and one haunter was shooting the rabbit but he shot Bella. I'm was ungry. I swore that if I see that hunter I would hit him and hard. I saw him this summer... On my last night... I kicked his chair when I left that place... I tried to curse him in my mind... Dunno if it worked.

All these pictures are from the last time I saw her. After a while dad came too. He threw a piece of wood into sea and Bella swam to get it.

I really miss her. I think of her every day. Sometimes I cry. She was my good friend and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. She wasn't even burried so I could visit her at her grave. I remember the night i heard of her death. It was my birthday. The worst birthday ever. I was so shocked that I forgot to read to the French exam which I had the next day. I couldn't tell to my friends. And when i suddenly told them I cried.

But I know wherever she is.. she's happy.
R.I.P my Bella. Miss you!!

we ain't gonna make it

Today was a great day. School started at 8 o'clock and I finished at 12. We had an art show today. There was poetry, improvisation and music. First there was a girl who performed a poem. It was a beautiful poem and she performed it very well but maybe the poem was too long. Then there were three couples who improvised a little show.
The audience could decide who those couples were and where they were. The first couple was a plastic surgeon and a police in a sausage factory. It was fun... They really made us laugh. The second couple were an environmental activist and F1 driver. That was really cool. I wonder how they can just make up all those things. But that performance was the best. The third couple was the cat woman and our school's caretaker. LOL it was great. If I was on the stage (and should improvise) I would freeze and definitely no one would laugh.
After the improvisation one girl played the guitar and sang. It was really relaxing in a way. After her there were two girls who sang (along with the piano) a song which one of those girls had composed. In the end there was six boys ( two singers, two guitarists, a bassist and a drummer) who sang a punk rock ( I dunno) song... They didn't sing well but they rocked. They had dressed like women and their moves were very pervert.. And the song played in my mind for hours.....no.. we ain't gonna make it... anymore...

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I'm always doing something I shouldn't... Now I should be in my room doing my homework and studying but here I am... I just made my own blog. Anyway. That's life.