Okay I detto I was going to be Scrivere these since Keaira says she no longer want to go on here and she has dato me the permission to continue her series. So I've done my best.
February 13th, 2005
Prince’s point of view
Keaira’s been coming over twice a week to do dance lesson with dad but also to hang out with me and I guess Paris too. She adores Blanket and his big brown eyes. Today’s my birthday and she’s coming over. She came in right after my grandma and I ran straight to her when she walked into the door. I knocked her off balance as I hugged her tight it was a good thing her dad was there to catch us both o we’d have fallen. “Careful te too” he said. I looked up at him with his large brown eyes and Johnny in his arms. “Can te handle Johnny dad?” “Yea me and te are his preferiti if he can’t have te he wants me. She nodded and then Kaden walked in shyly taking his sisters side. “You wanna play pallacanestro, basket Prince?” “Yea but there’s three of us” I detto to Keaira. “I wanna be on Keaira’s team” Kaden spoke up. “Okay but only if te give me a piggy back ride.” He sighed but then detto “sure.” She jumped on his back and even though it seemed impossible since their the same size but he effortlessly broke into a run. He ran to the pool then flipped her off his back and into the pool. She swam to the superiore, in alto and she detto “Kaden help me out.” He extended his hand to her and she pulled him in. “You suck Keaira te really do.” “Thanks.” She climbed out soaking wet and pulled Kaden out. “Oh really guys” her dad detto as they walked in. “It was Kaden’s fault.” “Go dry off outside.” “No I got some spare clothes she can wear” my dad said. Keaira and Kaden came back dry and then we went to play basketball. I won but Keaira beat me in the secondo game. Paris came out and detto “do te guys do anything besides play video games and sports?” Keaira bit her lip and detto “we watch Harry Potter.” “Well come on lets watch Harry Potter then” she said. We shrug and go up to the theather to watch the movie.” Around 1pm dad comes in and watches with us till the movie ends. Then we go out for my cake is vanilla and has Shrek characters on it. I blow out the candles and then dad cuts a piece of cake and hands it to me. Keaira smiles at me and I stare at her and then hand her my cake and she says “no it’s your birthday Prince.” But I place the plate in her hands and grab another plate of cake after licking the candles. She chuckles and dad has us put our arms around each other and takes our picture. When its time for her to go she hugs me and I think “maybe I may just have a little crush on her.
June 15th, 2005
Paris’s point of view
Okay I’m just going to say this I don’t like Kaden okay. Well maybe I like him just a little he’s cute and all but that’s not the point. Today dad is taking us to Disneyland and he’s happier than usual. Right now he’s having one of his dance lessons with Keaira and Prince is paceing near the door wait for her to come out. Blanket’s tugging on my leg repeating “Disneyland Paris Disneyland.” “Yes Blanket I know Disneyland.” “Gosh I wish the lessons weren’t so long” Prince complains. “Why do te like her o something” I ask. He pauses for a secondo then shakes his head and yells “NO!” I laugh and say “you so do.” “Be quiet Paris.” “You know your only 9 that ain’t that old.” “Shut it.” “Prince te know that dad doesn’t want te to data till your 14.” “Paris I’m 9 I don’t want to data her I don’t even like her like that.” “Sure” I laugh brushing Blankets hair with my fingers.
Prince’s point of view
I don’t like Keaira like that at least I don’t think I do o maybe I do I don’t know I’m 9 and she’s 8. She spends the night a lot and right now is taking dance lessons with dad. As soon as they come out dad claps his hands and says “okay lets go to DISNEYLAND.” “How many times have te been to Disneyland” I asked? “Only a few times since we lived in New York a lot of the time but he took me to Disney World almost every year.” “Cool” I detto I’d only been to Disney World a couple of times. We jumped in the car and drove to Disneyland. We jumped out of the car jumpy and excited but then dad pulled out 3 masks and handed them to me, Paris, and Blanket. I gave a sigh but put it on because I knew there was no way around it. We began to walk and the paparazzi were following us and people were shoving us all. Our body guards blocked most but Keaira had never been in this big of a frenzy though some would follow her dad but nothing like this. Paris and Blanket grabbed dads hand and she grabbed a hold of mine. I was surprised but I held her hand and she grabbed a hold of my dad’s elbow. He gave a little chuckle and detto “this is what comes with extensive fame.” She laughed a little but her eyes were filled with fear and excitement. We jumped on to a ride as soon as we could and she still held my hand and I smiled and detto “ its hard to get into the crowd huh?” “Yea scared me a bit” she detto shakely. “Yea it does” I agreed.
February 13th, 2005
Prince’s point of view
Keaira’s been coming over twice a week to do dance lesson with dad but also to hang out with me and I guess Paris too. She adores Blanket and his big brown eyes. Today’s my birthday and she’s coming over. She came in right after my grandma and I ran straight to her when she walked into the door. I knocked her off balance as I hugged her tight it was a good thing her dad was there to catch us both o we’d have fallen. “Careful te too” he said. I looked up at him with his large brown eyes and Johnny in his arms. “Can te handle Johnny dad?” “Yea me and te are his preferiti if he can’t have te he wants me. She nodded and then Kaden walked in shyly taking his sisters side. “You wanna play pallacanestro, basket Prince?” “Yea but there’s three of us” I detto to Keaira. “I wanna be on Keaira’s team” Kaden spoke up. “Okay but only if te give me a piggy back ride.” He sighed but then detto “sure.” She jumped on his back and even though it seemed impossible since their the same size but he effortlessly broke into a run. He ran to the pool then flipped her off his back and into the pool. She swam to the superiore, in alto and she detto “Kaden help me out.” He extended his hand to her and she pulled him in. “You suck Keaira te really do.” “Thanks.” She climbed out soaking wet and pulled Kaden out. “Oh really guys” her dad detto as they walked in. “It was Kaden’s fault.” “Go dry off outside.” “No I got some spare clothes she can wear” my dad said. Keaira and Kaden came back dry and then we went to play basketball. I won but Keaira beat me in the secondo game. Paris came out and detto “do te guys do anything besides play video games and sports?” Keaira bit her lip and detto “we watch Harry Potter.” “Well come on lets watch Harry Potter then” she said. We shrug and go up to the theather to watch the movie.” Around 1pm dad comes in and watches with us till the movie ends. Then we go out for my cake is vanilla and has Shrek characters on it. I blow out the candles and then dad cuts a piece of cake and hands it to me. Keaira smiles at me and I stare at her and then hand her my cake and she says “no it’s your birthday Prince.” But I place the plate in her hands and grab another plate of cake after licking the candles. She chuckles and dad has us put our arms around each other and takes our picture. When its time for her to go she hugs me and I think “maybe I may just have a little crush on her.
June 15th, 2005
Paris’s point of view
Okay I’m just going to say this I don’t like Kaden okay. Well maybe I like him just a little he’s cute and all but that’s not the point. Today dad is taking us to Disneyland and he’s happier than usual. Right now he’s having one of his dance lessons with Keaira and Prince is paceing near the door wait for her to come out. Blanket’s tugging on my leg repeating “Disneyland Paris Disneyland.” “Yes Blanket I know Disneyland.” “Gosh I wish the lessons weren’t so long” Prince complains. “Why do te like her o something” I ask. He pauses for a secondo then shakes his head and yells “NO!” I laugh and say “you so do.” “Be quiet Paris.” “You know your only 9 that ain’t that old.” “Shut it.” “Prince te know that dad doesn’t want te to data till your 14.” “Paris I’m 9 I don’t want to data her I don’t even like her like that.” “Sure” I laugh brushing Blankets hair with my fingers.
Prince’s point of view
I don’t like Keaira like that at least I don’t think I do o maybe I do I don’t know I’m 9 and she’s 8. She spends the night a lot and right now is taking dance lessons with dad. As soon as they come out dad claps his hands and says “okay lets go to DISNEYLAND.” “How many times have te been to Disneyland” I asked? “Only a few times since we lived in New York a lot of the time but he took me to Disney World almost every year.” “Cool” I detto I’d only been to Disney World a couple of times. We jumped in the car and drove to Disneyland. We jumped out of the car jumpy and excited but then dad pulled out 3 masks and handed them to me, Paris, and Blanket. I gave a sigh but put it on because I knew there was no way around it. We began to walk and the paparazzi were following us and people were shoving us all. Our body guards blocked most but Keaira had never been in this big of a frenzy though some would follow her dad but nothing like this. Paris and Blanket grabbed dads hand and she grabbed a hold of mine. I was surprised but I held her hand and she grabbed a hold of my dad’s elbow. He gave a little chuckle and detto “this is what comes with extensive fame.” She laughed a little but her eyes were filled with fear and excitement. We jumped on to a ride as soon as we could and she still held my hand and I smiled and detto “ its hard to get into the crowd huh?” “Yea scared me a bit” she detto shakely. “Yea it does” I agreed.
The successivo part of The Voice I hear inside my head will take place a week from the last part because it makes più sense. It took a long time even though I didn't leave town because I had a stupid softball game. But, I have spent a huge amount of time puking at the sight of Jaafar's face. So, the story is going to change and probably end in about a week o two. It really just depends pn how weak my stomach is. Every time I type his name I get sick to my stomach. It's not that I don't like him anymore, it's just that his face nauseates me. So Scrivere this story would be bad for my health. But I've decided to write another one to replace this one. The other one will be better becasue honestly The Voice I Hear Inside My Head was a pile of hot steaming elefante sh*t:p So I am so looking inoltrare, avanti to ending this story. The only reason I'm going to actually finish it is for the 3 people that liked it:)
