Guest BloggerStephanie Biviano . 19 . Sibling CreatureWhat the heck do I write about? I’m used to writing fiction tales, dragons and assassins, knights and beasts of the dark, magic and runes of power. I have no idea how to explain real life! But I’ll give it a go. I’m Nicole’s youngest sister and I am so excited to be heading to Adelaide in just over two weeks with her, though I believe my invitation was purely for her own protection. While we’re there we are planning to see our Aunt who we haven’t seen in a year, also I am introducing my sister to a friend of mine, Pena, who I went to South Africa with three years ago and I haven’t seen since. I could say I’m happy to see him because he’s one of the best people I have ever known, that’s he is someone I wish lived closer to me because I miss my mate who I spent a month with crammed into planes and hotels and buses; but the truth is, he does an AWESOME impression of Scooby Doo. Nicole has said a number of times through my life that I am a drama queen. Can’t say that she’s wrong, I strongly believe that I am really an eight year old girl who time has played a terrible trick on, sticking me into a body that was born in 1996 but my mind has not matured at all in nineteen years since I am all-knowing of Disney facts. Anyway, turns out she’s right, since I found out I actually like trying to act, not that I can, I just like pretending I can, so I got a part in a little school-project film with one of my friends (not even for my school). Sad thing is I can pull off playing a girl who’s fourteen. The filming starts on the 23rd of this month and only goes for four or five days but should be fun, (*spoiler alert* everyone dies because it’s a horror movie). You’ve obviously heard of our little fish dilemma and I agree with Nicole that our loving mother had something to do with the suspicious passing of our fishies. First Mrs Roger Guppy, the possible mother to be of many little gups and guppets, her belly swelled and we were thrilled, then she suspiciously floated the next morning. Due to the heart break, Mr Guppy soon followed. Frankie-Rae was her next victim, drifting helplessly on the current of the filter until he became trapped under the treasure chest, though I strongly believe he was drowned by a foul player. Just yesterday I was forced to flush my beloved Bobba Fett, my beautiful black angel fish who became ensnared in fake coral. Leaving only Gronk, the tank vacuum cleaner, the only fish belonging to our mother. Coincidence? I think not. I will continue to tail the suspect in case our old cat, Puddy, goes missing. (If you’re reading this mum, I love you)
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AuthorMy home is Australia, with my family and their many, many animals. I have travelled all around the world with my family and by myself where I have made too many friends to count. |