Shadows

We all have friends, don't we?  At least those of us who have lives do...  But Ashley is taking his new friendship with It girl Sasha a little too personally. 

Those of you with eyes will have seem little Ashley, so called because of his short stature, following around Sasha constantly.  When asked if they are a couple, Sasha simply blushes and Ashley smiles.  So Sasha, is this your new choice?

Allow me to be frank; he is a four foot nine yu-gi-oh club member who thinks if he watches enough Anime he will become instantly cool.  Yeah, maybe. In Japan.  Also, this Ashley doesn't seem to have any other friends, and clearly got the sympathy vote from Sasha.

Word of advice: Sasha, kick the puppy.
Yours,
xxx The Spiller xxx

Amrit, Amrit, Amrit...

There is not one reader who may be able to forget my shocking revelation about Amrit last week.  Well, I've been doing a little digging and I've hit gold. 

Looks like somebody has got a bun in the oven.  Tut, tut, tut Amrit!  Today, Amrit was overheard on the phone to Greg, holding Sasha's hand. 

"Of course it's your baby!  You've been my only..." she trailed off.  There was some angry sounds down the phone. 

"Pass him to me," Sasha demanded.  Her tone buzzed like a nest of angry bees and each word was intended to sting.  "You got my friend pregnant!  No, I'm not happy.  You wait until mum hears about this!"

And then came the crucial moment; "I don't know if she wants to abort it.  Ask her."  At this point, Amrit had to sit down.  Something tells me there is one hell of a confusion whirlwind in her head.  Tell me, Amrit, do you intend to abort?  A word of advice, a baby is easier to prevent than raise. 

Yours,
xxx The Spiller xxx

Tip-Off Time

Thank-you, my faithful reader, for leaving a comment on "Car Crash Relationship".  For all those who have not read it, it says:

"I caught Michaela staring at Chris the other day. It was in History. There was a certain longing in her eyes; lust."

Ooh Michaela, you naughty girl!  Suddenly it all makes sense.  Your mystery man is Chris, and when he started at Landhale you thought you'd keep him at arms length from Danny.  But the Ice Queen's heart started to melt after your mysterous arguement the other week, which could explain the lacklustre reponses to Danny. 

Sorry, Michaela, the first rule of casual flings is to keep them casual.  And how is Amrit by the way?
Yours,
xxxThe Spillerxxx

Trouble at the Mill

For years the uncontested bitch, I mean Queen, around Landhale has been Michaela.  Well, she now has a claimant to her crown.  Little Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes (AKA Alexandra) is currently engaging battle and is gathering an army.  We all saw the other week the Nerds and the Its having a stand off in the libary.  Today, it heated up again to a boiling point. 

Across the river from school has fast become the idealic picnic spot by the Old Silk Mill. The lazy Derwent acts as a microcosm for how we feel whilst the birds sing and the illusion of freedom from school glitters all around us.  So when the sun's rays come to visit in September when it should be hiding behind blankets of clouds, we all took advantage of the opportunty of escape.  The Nerds and the Its were relaxing, seperated by a wall of Year 13's, until the projectiles began to fly through the air.

It is not known who started the food fight first, but it is suspected that it was Michaela in a spurt of immature hatred.  What I do now is that we are supposed to be budding adults and we should begin to act like them.  Saying that, at the end of the day we are still teenagers and who knows when we'll next get to throw banana skins at Michaela again?  The food fight was not exclusive to just the Nerds and the Its, even if it started that way, and even included some of the Year 13's, who enjoy believing in their own superiority. 

Some of us even swear we saw the air between Michaela and Alexandra melt a little bit.  What is going on here?

Yours,
xxxx The Spiller xxxx

Robby; A Lesson In Love <3

It looks like little Robby isn't letting his recent rejection get in his way of love.  No, no.  He's gone out and found himself a new girl.  Come, little new girl, take centre stage.  We're all dying to get to know you. 

Robby was seen yesterday asking out Frances Newberry.  Frances is new to the college this year, from a school no one knows and a place no one has been to.  That smells like my grandma's attempts at fish pie.  She's a tall, skinny, brunette with pretty brown eyes.  Maybe you've all seen her, but I don't think anyone was looking at her face.  She is known throughout the college as 'The One With The Legs', thanks to her marvelously short skirt.  Yes, she's that girl who we all think is a sket simply because we want to look like her.  And doesn't that make her a sket?  Throw in all the sickly puppy dog eyes the boys have been giving her, and there you have it.  Since arriving at Landhale she has already broken two simpering hearts. 

And this is who Robby is who Robby is dating?  Well, Good luck Robby-Boy, your gonna need it.  Don't get eaten alive by this man-eater.  And Frances, we'll be watching you like a hawk. 

Yours,
xxx The Spiller xxx