Sara and Tom’s day out !

Dear diary,
                   Today has been the worst day of my entire life. Number 1 – no TV, music, phone, or friends because my imp of a brother got me grounded. Number2 – We had to go on a family outing to the stupid Lake District for boring rock climbing!
                    It all started when we strolled out to our old banger (well actually it’s a brand new Ford Focus but I HATE it!) to go the Lake District. I don’t know about you but I can’t stand long drives so today I was in a bad mood because it takes 100,000 hours to get to the Lakes (well again it only takes 1 ½ hours but it felt like forever!)
                     When we arrived, I was forced to get my climbing gear out of the muddy boot so I took my time walking over. Eventually Tom, my mean, horrible, gross brother, had to drag me to the rocks! When I started to climb, a horrible stench hung over me that my family called’ nature’ but I called it goat manure! To top it all off, I am scared of heights!
Got to go and finish my chores
               Sara xxxxxxxx

Sara and Toms Day out!

Dear diary,
                  Today was the best day of my entire life! Mum and dad, who left us by ourselves, whilst they went shopping, took us to the fabulous Lake District!
           Our wonderful day started when we shuffled out to our brand new Ford, me, mum, dad and my sister (who is a control freak!). My sister and me fight like a dog and a postman! Although my sister loves to drive to the shops, she HATES driving in nature ………… 1 ½ hours later we pulled up in a stony car park surrounded by lovely plants and trees!
        Quickly, I scrambled out of the car and sprinted to the boot. Got my climbing gear out. Ran to the rocks as fast as lightning.
Whooooohoooooo! It was so much fun! I felt like a hungry mountain goat, climbing up a mountain for it’s tea! Isn’t the smell of nature refreshing and delightful? When I finally reached the summit, I was on the top of the world! And for the icing on the cake, my sister got grounded!
                         Oh got to go
                                Tom xxxxxxxx

Sara and Toms day out

Dear Dairy,
                   What a rubbish day!!!  The day started of normally and I was getting ready for the best party of the year when “we got the tickets, we got the tickets.”   Dad and Tom came bursting through the door !! Before I knew it I was sitting in agony at the stupid footy game missing the whole party! First of all this stupid guy called erm Bikini, Bandana …..oh whatever, threw the ball straight at me ruining my hair, my dress and my shoes. But nobody cared about me they just cared about the stupid ball!! At half time or time half this big old fat guy came and sat next to me and boy was he fat!! He took up one and a half seats, half  mine I may add.  He  squished  me completely and then trying to look good he bought us all hot dogs but then he eat all of mine!! Plus I could hardly breath with his cigar smoke everywhere!!                                 
                 Then  instead of going home  for a well earned bath we went into this stupid thing called extra time. When Bikini kicked a flipping ball into a net everybody cheered like heck! I can kick balls into nets and nobody cheers so much for me. Tom was SO embarrassing standing on his chair with his top off – who would do THAT? I said it once and I’ll say it again, what a rubbish day!!

       Love from grumpy Sara
              xxx

Sarah and Tom’s Day Out

Dear diary,
       What a spectacular day! Me, Sara, Mum and Dad all went to the … Quarter Finals Footy Match! It was so great, up till the last second (home time). First of all my team Bona United scored a goal and guess who scored, it my all time favourite player Blinki! Then to make it even better the very ball the team had being playing with came into the crowd and I got to throw the ball back to Blinki! (By the way I’m never washing these Blinki ball touched hands ever again, but don’t tell Mum!) At half time the manager came and sat right next to me and Sara, he even gave us hot dogs “No worries it’s on the house!” He said in his swanky American accent popping another cigar in his mouth.
 Even though Blinki played extremely well we had to go into extra time because of that pesky referee all he could say was foul, foul, foul, free kick! Everybody screamed complaints at him but I think he was deaf as well as blind! We only had a minute to go when …Blinki scored the winning goal!!!! I took off my shirt, I waved it around my head and went berserk standing on my chair, well wouldn’t you? I said it once and I’ll say it again what a spectacular day out!

        See ya’ later,
         TOM  

Tom’s Diary A day at laser quest

Dear Diary,
                   Wow! What an awesome day out I’ve had today!
      First, at 3 o’clock in the morning, we stumbled out to the green car as if we had chains on our limp arms. My goody-two-shoes-butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth sister was bawling her head off as usual, because, apparently, she’d been woken up ‘at the crack of dawn’ and so hadn’t gained a ‘wink’ of sleep. Yeh, like!
      Rolling along the motor way, my annoying little pig of a sister thought that it was a good idea to prod me awake to tell me that 1 billionth of my eyelash was on her pillow. After many threatened warnings from the front, we pulled over on the hard shoulder where my mother had strict dealings with us both.
       We finally got there … it was like heaven come true for me, but my sister started doing long, agonized sighs from behind the car (where she had been sulking.)
         “Why can’t we do what I want for a change?” she warbled. My mother said that she would take Sarah to the ice cream parlour, but my spoilt brat of a sister rejected so had to come with us.
             Half way through the briefing room, she pointed out that this shooting was against the “golden brownie rules” I retorted that, when I got my hands on those rules, they wouldn’t be very golden.
              The fun started when we got into the firing range. Mum and dad weren’t allowed to come with us so I had the time of my life shooting my sister to bits. Ahhh, sweet bliss!

               Bye Diary,
                                  Tom

Sarah’s Diary A day at Laser Quest

Dear diary,
                  Why oh why were boys invented?
        You’d think, what with all the wars going on and people dying, that boys would stay away from guns and knives, wouldn’t you? Thicko-Tom, (as I like to call him) has about half the brains of Tess, our jellyfish. Instead of going somewhere nice for both of us, his miniscule little brain cell told him to go to the scariest place on Earth.
         3 in the morning I was woken up! Covers and pillow flung off, cold water drenched through every part of my body and a deadline of 20 minutes before my bed was made into a swimming pool! Obviously, this got me running, so much so that I forgot to put my mascara on. Blotchy and tired, I walked into my doom.
        Laser Quest is not what it seems. A first impression was how nice and clean it was, not so much as a smudge on the marble walls, nor a scratch on the oak front door. However, my evil brother had a malicious glint in his bloodthirsty eye.
        “You wait!” he said threateningly to me, “You wait until precious Mummy and Daddy aren’t around to spoil the fun, then you’ll wish you’d never been born!”
         “THE BRIEFING ROOM.” That was what it said on the door. I tiptoed in, my brother right behind me, waiting for the door of fait to open…
           It was 10 o ‘clock at night, the pictures of bloody corpses would not budge from my quaking head. Every inch of my body was covered in black bruises. Tom had (more or less) murdered me. He’d really put it on once the door opened, stepping inside like a colonel, inspecting the battleground. Shot after piercing shot punched into my body like I was a punch bag in a gym. Never again will I walk without the pain ripping into my side.
Bye diary,
                       Sarah