27/10/15

Dear Frankie

I don't have much time today, mum's mad at me for skipping yoga yesterday and I need to go today's lesson in ten minutes. Why did I skip? Well I think it's rather obvious, isn't it Frankie? 

1)  I still hate yoga.

2)  I really really hate yoga

3)  The red tooth fairy has come

See why I wanted you to be a Frankie and not a Frank now Frankie? So obviously, I was cranky and annoyed and hoping that I was hallucinating - honestly, why wouldn't I wish that I was? Of course, yoga was the last thing I was thinking about and the last thing I wanted to do. Can you imagine the stress? 

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'Now, let's all roll onto our sides and hold our legs up, taking a deep breath as we do.... And let it out.... And in... And out...'

Are you crazy woman? On our sides? What if I leak? Mum would go ballistic if I stain the yoga mat red! What if I leak???

No! You can't make me do this! 

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So I just didn't show up. Instead, I hung out with the mates at the mall. Perhaps I should introduce my crazed friends:

Lizzy is quite frankly, insane. She also happens to be the smartest (and possibly craziest) person I have met and will ever meet in my entire life. Her hair always looks like a volcano spewing frizzy red curls everywhere and she can do this thing with her eyes where they change colour depending on what state she's in (either complaining about stupid people, slamming stupid people with her smartness, or simply making us all feel stupid by doing nothing at all). They're usually blue, though - since she's usually in her 'making us feel stupid' mood. 

Then there's Aspen. She's definitely the calm, collected one of our group (and the one keeping the two of us out of detention for being smartasses). She thinks before she acts, she's nice to everyone, and everyone's nice to her. Out of the three of us, she's the one person who can do sports of any kind - basketball, swimming, cheerleading, flipping off a cliff, you name it. She looks like the typical cheerleading blonde bimbo (please don't tell her I said that) with her perfectly curled blonde hair and blue eyes. She's nice, though. And occasionally, perhaps once two months, she goes all crazy with Lizzy and I, and we make life hell for everyone around us. 

Yeah, we're charming, I know.

Oops I got to go! Mum's yelling at me to hurry up and get out of my pyjamas - it's three in the afternoon. I don't care mum! It's Sunday and I do as I please! 

I suppose I need to go. Apparently we're doing meditation in yoga today. Awesome. I can sleep.

Signing off, Mia.