I'm overboard, and I need your love.

Peter rushed after me. "But, Sonny! I swear to god, I didn't send that Valentine!"
I swiped the stray hair out of my face as I speed-walked out of the Glee room after practice.
"You don't have to apologize for your carelessness, Peter. It's natural." I retorted, my voice surprisingly icy cold. I winced at the sound of it.
Before I hurried out of the door, I turned my head for a quick glimpse.
Peter was bowed down.
Something pulled at my heart, deep down. But I pushed it away and tried to feel good that Peter was feeling pain, just like I did for so many years.

Boys are worthless.

I then literally ran home, books flapping in my arms and eyes watering against the wind. Or was it really the wind?
My skirt clung to my thighs. I sniffled against the cold and slammed closed the front door of my warm house behind me.
I flung myself at the couch and rolled my head back. Looking up at the ceiling, lyrics swam around in my messy head. How did this happen? Oh, right, the Valentine. The 'carelessness'. Ew.

Hey it's Grace and I neeeed some help! Not AG related.

I'm sorry that I had to bring this topic all the way to Sonny's blog, but I need help with something and I have no other way to advertise it besides Flickr.
If any of you know me, then you know that I LOVE Taylor Swift. Wait, no, "love" is an understatement. Maybe worship-and-obsess-and-totally-flip-out-over-her.
Anyways -- I'm trying to get her attention. I want to send her fanmail, but not just any fanmail. A huge package. If it was a package, then maybe it would stand out more from the other letters and there would be more chance that Taylor would see it.
If she doesn't see it, that's okay. It's fine to try, hey?
If not, I have more backup plans..
To be truthful, this is all because I want to meet her. It's the greediest thing I've done, but she just has to know how much I loveee her. :-)

Why do I need your help?
I need ideas.
I'm writing a H-U-G-E letter, and that will be contained. I'll probably show pictures of my total Swift-ified room, and drawings of her and her bandmates that I made. But what else can fill up the box? I'm saving up so I can pay for about $20 shipping plus weighing so I can't really put anything super-heavy in the package.
I'll update you guys later with my letter and then you can help me edit it so it can sound perfect.

Thank you SO much for reading!
-Grace <3

Post-Valentines Trauma

CONTINUED FROM LAST POST

Peter rushed up to Annabeth. "Annabeth, lay off!" Peter shouted.
I couldn't even speak. I tilted my head in a lovingly daze and looked at Peter. Was he sparkling, or was it just me? All I could think about was how cute he looked as he protected me from the monster Annabeth.
Annabeth painted a grimace on her face. "No, Peter. She deserves it, the little scumbag." Annabeth then raised her fist once again - and I didn't even notice.
Peter caught Annabeth's fist before it hit my face.
"No. Not this time." Peter's voice was firm and determined.
I nearly fainted then and there.
Annabeth hmmped. "Fine, Peter. This time, you win. But just you wait." She snapped her fingers, and immediately her scrawny followers hurried behind her like puppydogs as she left.
Peter lifted the stray strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. We looked at each other for a moment and he smiled.
"So, I guess I saved you, eh?" Peter chuckled.
I tried my hardest to speak. "Naahh." I smirked. Little did Peter know, I was weak in the knees. I prayed to the good lord that my legs wouldn't give out.
Peter smiled ear to ear.
"Well, I have a french test to study for. See ya round." He took one last glance at me before running off.
I slid down the wall to the ground and laid my head against my knees in happiness. Yes, yes, YES.

THE NEXT DAY

I waltzed into school like a happy princess in a fairytale. Opening my locker with shaky (and happy) hands, I threw my shoulder bag on the hook and gathered my books for the morning classes.
Annabeth strutted her way towards my locker. I rolled my eyes and turned to greet her.
"What do you want, Annabeth?" I cringed.
Annabeth laughed cruelly. "Oh, nothing, Matthews." She looked at her nails. "I was just here to give you this Valentine from Peter.." She tried to sound bored.
My face perked up in delight. I glanced over at Peter and he turned from his locker to shyly smile at me.
"Really? Thanks!" I sounded surprisingly genuine.
Annabeth smiled sourly. No wonder, I stole her boyfriend, after all.. "No problem." She practically flung the Valentine at me and I ripped it open.
My eyes softened in disappointment as I discovered that the Valentine was just a mere piece of pink construction paper, ripped off hastily and written on in a hurried manner. It was a really horrible Valentines card, and it hurt to see that he spent so little time on it. I'm not very picky, but I do not like when people rush on me.

Trying as hard as I could to maintain my cool, I stashed the awful card in my locker and shut the locker door as fast as I could. Swiftly, I rushed to class. I didn't want to see Peter.


-Sonali

P.S. I only got three other Valentines. One huge one from Erin (very sweet), a signed Valentine from Bethie and all of her sisters, and one from Bridget.

All My Life I've Been Good, But Now..

I'm thinking what the hell?
All I want is to mess, around.
And I don't really care about,
if you love me,
if you hate me,
you can save me, baby baby.
All my life I've been good, but now..
Whaaat what the hell?


I danced around the room, blasting the Avril Lavigne from the iPod Dock. I was in the "zone". Nothing could touch me as I floated around the room, rocking out to the rebellious beat of the song. Yes, yes I was still in a good mood from Peter's peck on MY cheek. And I had been even happier to wake up and find that it hadn't been a dream. EEP. Of course, I knew that soon Annabeth would figure out some insane way to get me back. And yeah, in the back of my mind, I was a little scared of the things Annabeth could do. She had power. But oh well. It was Saturday, and for now, I didn't give a care.

My phone ruined the good vibe as it vibrated from my bedside table. Curious, I leaped over to snatch my phone and saw that Annabeth had texted me. "Can't wait to see what she has planned for me..",I thought out loud.
I opened the message, only to read:

Heey Sonny Boo. U might want to check out what ur little sisters Chrissa and Erin are up 2. Rite now, they're hanging w/ me. & trust me, we're having some... fun.
Love, Annabeth.

My mind whirled. UGH, that stupid Annabeth!
I raced downstairs. "WHERE'S CHRISSA AND ERIN?!" I yelled like it was the end of the world.
Kirsten looked up, shocked. "Sonny! Hush!" She shunned.
I didn't even feel ashamed. "WHERE are they?!" I asked again.
Kirsten's eyebrows furrowed. "Um, I haven't seen them since they left for Saturday detention.." She said.
I threw my palm to my face. Of course, they had Saturday detention. I had forgotten how Erin had gotten in trouble with one of the teachers, and Chrissa had obviously stood up to Erin's rescue -- therefore getting them both in the doghouse. But didn't Annabeth get Saturday detention, too, for trying to beat me up yesterday after school in the hallway? Oh my god, yes she did. Did that mean that ...?
I didn't even have time to think as I threw my coat on and rushed out the door. The last thing I heard was Kirsten yelling after me as I flew through the street and ran all the way to the school, which was luckily nearby.
I pushed open the heavy front doors of the school, and practically slid through the hallways until I found the entrance to the school's "backwoods". This was where all the older kids fled out to during lunchtime to walk around the school and the forests behind it. I knew Annabeth too well. She obviously brought Erin and Chrissa here.
Rounding a corner, I found Erin and Chrissa pinned up against the brick wall of the school. Annabeth was cornering them. Chrissa looked pale as a ghost, and Erin looked defiant and furious that she couldn't be tough enough to defend Chrissa. Sadly, even feisty Erin was frightened of Annabeth.

"HEY! Stop it!" I cried, running to the three girls plus Annabeth's followers.
Annabeth turned to me slowly, and a smirk spread on her face. "I knew you'd come, dear, dear Sonali." She was now facing me front-on, and shoved me with one arm.
My face formed a tight-set frown as I realized that I had fallen into Annabeth's trap. She had me right where she wanted me.

Erin and Chrissa looked straight at me from the brick wall, terrified. I cringed. Annabeth and her followers were now cornering me, and as they left Erin and Chrissa alone, I waved hand signals at my scared sisters to get them to leave. If anyone was going to be beaten up, it should be me. This was my mess, anyways.
Erin and Chrissa did leave, surprisingly. I thought it would have been harder to get them to go. Inside, I was a little hurt that they would have left without second thoughts. I pushed away the hurt feelings quickly, so that I could deal with stupid Annabeth.

"So hows it been going, Sonny girl?" Annabeth prodded. "Have you and Peter been having good times making out?" She squinted against the afternoon sun.
I smirked. "Actually, yes. He's such a good kisser." I lied, just to make Annabeth pissed off.
Annabeth saw through my lie. Crap, I was such a bad liar.
"Wow, Sonny. That was real risky of you to say." Annabeth's voice sounded like vocal poison. Vulgar and sour.

Annabeth and her measly followers blocked out the sun from my eyes as they backed me up against the brick wall, where Erin and Chrissa had been.
Oh god.., I thought. This was the end.

Annabeth raised her fist and I was just about to close my eyes when I caught a glimpse of Erin and Chrissa running back around to where we all stood. But Erin and Chrissa had brought someone with them. And this visitor was not a teacher, no. Nor was it the principal, or even any of our sisters.

This visitor was Peter, come to save the day.

TO BE CONTINUED

Sweethearts Week

Love is in the air. Oh joy, oh joy.
Not for me. Never for me. The 14th of February has never been a dreaded holiday for me, really - I've always been too young and adolescent to care. But once you start "liking boys" (as your parents always call it), Valentines Day becomes an absolutely haaaaated holiday. Unless, of course, you're dating the boy of your dreams and likings. Which, for 3/4's of the population of women, is not realistic.

The red banner above the school entrance flapped in the breeze. It read "Sweethearts Week" in playful and colorful text. I eyed it with a burning passion before pushing the doors open and leading myself into yet another day of Junior High boredom.
Glee Club was becoming unoriginal. The same thing every day. I found myself counting down the minutes until it was over every passing lesson. Ms. Pike was so-so, and I noticed that she wasn't really in a good mood either, particularly. I guessed that maybe HER Valentine had ditched her, too.
I sat in my plastic seat and watched dully as the same everyday routine went on. Annabeth came in flaunting her stuff, then the rest follow suit, then Ms. Pike will call out some random stuff and check something off on her checklist and a musical number will continue on.
But on this day, something happened. Peter came into Glee Club looking pale and nervous, not very confident. Suddenly the room didn't look so uninteresting as I sat up in my chair and leaned forward. Looking intently at him, Peter made his way to Ms. Pike and tapped her shoulder. He whispered something at her, and she nodded curtly back. Peter smiled weakly before walking to his own seat at the front, next to Annabeth.

Ms. Pike tip-tapped her high heels to the front of the classroom to give an annoucement.
"Peter has a song to sing for us all, in the spirit of Sweethearts Week. I expect you all to respect him during his moment of bravery." She clasped her clipboard to her heart as she stepped back to let Peter in front of the whiteboard.

The beginning electric guitar notes to Tonight, I Love You by The Latency played. I looked around in delight at the rest of the Club to see that I was the only one who knew the song. It wasn't obvious that Peter was singing this song to Annabeth, but I knew that was what was going on.
I tried to hide my joy for the song he selected as Peter sang the many lyrics of the song.

"I'd give you today but it's not mine yet, I'll ask you to stay here with me tonight, I think tonight I love you." Peter's soulful eyes caught mine for a not-so-quick glance. I felt fireworks pop beneath my eyes and heart. Ah, he was just so gorgeous..

Before I knew it the song was over. Wait, what? Had I really just lost myself in his good looks for a minute? That's insane. But I wasn't bothered.

Wait, woah.. Was I still dreaming and fantasizing? Because Peter shouldn't be hopping across the room to where I was sitting and -- WOAH. Did Peter seriously just kiss me on the cheek? I THOUGHT THAT SONG WAS FOR ANNABETH!
My mind was screaming at every part of my sane being. Peter had really just kissed me. On the cheek. My hand traveled to my cheek and flew over the soft skin Peter had touched with his.. lips.

"I like you, Sonali." He whispered in my ear before leaving the room.

"Excuse me? What was that?" All I heard was Annabeth yelling at me before I skipped out of the room, ignorant to every other voice that was raised in the room.

-Sonali

Proactive Is Not For Annabeth

Kit slid down the banister, yelling "PAJAMAS INSIDE OUT! SPOONS UNDER PILLOWS!".
I sighed, and obeyed Kit, placing a spoon under my pillow, up in the safety and comfort of the room I shared with Kirsten. My blue fleece pajamas had already been turned inside out before I put them on.
Flopping down on my bed, I brushed my tangled blackbrown strands of hair. The whole family was practically on their knees begging for a snow day tomorrow. Sure, I wanted a snow day. But I wasn't in an amazing mood.
Earlier that day, the Glee Club had insanely decided to make us WRITE our own SONGS. Sure, I could write a blog, I could write stories, but I couldn't write my own SONG. I'm better at listening to them. Actually, its my favorite sport.

What in the world was I supposed to write a *song* about? Pft.

Rolling over on my fluffy pillows, I felt a pen nudge me in the back. Looking up from the fluff of pillow on my bed, I found Erin poking me. With a pen. Joy..
"What is it, Erin?" I huffed. Lately, Erin came to me with the most random stuff. She can't find the pickles, she needs new music to listen to, she wants to draw a portrait of me, she needs more paint to spray her jeans with.. Why can't she just ask Chrissa? -.-

"Um.. I was just wondering if you wanted to watch some TV with me." She fidgeted.
Suddenly my eyes softened. "Of course, Erin." I jumped up, clothed in my comfy blue fleece PJs.
Erin and I hopped downstairs to the TV. She flipped it on and I slumped down onto the leather couch. Erin turned on What Not To Wear and I groaned.
"You can watch what you want next!" She bargained.
"Fine." My voice came muffled from behind the couch pillow.
The commercials appeared on the screen - the first commercial being for skincare. I did NOT need any more reason to be moping over my skin problems.
I was just about to grab a bowl of popcorn and my favorite blanket when Erin called me back to the TV.
"SONNY! Sonny! Come back and LOOOOK!" She flailed, throwing her hands around in the air, therefore dropping the remote over her toe and yelping in pain.
I rushed back to see Annabeth standing on the screen, holding the skincare product in her hand.
"My skin used to be terrible.. People would make fun of me for it." The Annabeth on the screen frowned, and a fake photo of Annabeth with facial acne appeared on the screen.
I dropped everything in my hands and gaped.
"But now, I walk into a room and everyone just praises me.. It feels amazing. All thanks to proactive!" She exclaimed, and the ad started to fade out.

"Well at least we know that Proactive is fake." Erin shrugged, picking the remote back up off of her socked foot.
"Yeah.." I mumbled, mind going blank.

I ran upstairs, with only one intention.
"Sonnnnyyy! Where are you going?" Erin cried from the couches.

I knew what I had to do. I had to write that song.


-Sonny