Elsie+Locke+2011

__Thursday 9 June 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go.But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat Stella, after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. Stella was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to, Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

When i wake up this morning I stare out the window watching the birds creep away from the cat next door. My mind is elsewhere now, Im a bird flying around the world. I just want to get out of this hell hole of lying in bed all day and my dad coming up every ten minutes to see if Im okay or need anything. I start thinking of my journey on granddads yacht. My brain is hurting like a sun burn. I have the urge to go right now. I say to myself, Im going to go tonight, Im going to do it, what iv’e been wanting to do since I caught cancer.

Tonight. Tonight Im going to go down to where Stella rocks on the sea, where shes always been ever since granddad died. When everyones asleep, ill creep outside the window at about ten o’clock and gather food from the pantry.

This is getting exciting, its 8:00pm now. Im just watching time go by slowly, listening to the ticks of the clock. I use up time by packing most of my wardrobe in to my old suitcase i brought from hawaii when i was eight. I grab some of my photos of my family and pack them on top of all of my clothes so i can look at them when I sail myself to sleep.

Its time. Im going. Goodbye home, family and old friends. I lower my suitcase out the window carefully, even though its only one metre away from the grass I don’t want to make a sound that will trigger my dads attention. Im out of the window know and i reach over and grab my old little wiggles suitcase full of food that i got from my nan when i was three. As i walk down about twenty steps from my house I realize that its 9 o’ clock and i don’t have much time before it starts getting pitch black. So I chuck my luggage on the yacht, un-tie the rope, push off the side of the dock and slide into the yacht with a sigh. This isn’t a sad sigh this is a sigh of relief, a relief of letting go, a relief of just being free with out anyone telling me what to do or asking me how Im feeling all the time.

Im not quite sure how Im staring the yacht, I guess its in my blood. I forgot a map but the I scavenge around for one under the squishy seats on the side of the boat. I find one that has a splash of coffee on New Zealand thats must be where Im going next lucky I brought my compass that granddad gave me.

This is had work staring the yacht. I’ve decided I’ve yawned enough times to go to sleep, so i set myself up on the single blow up bed on the floor. Im surprised it fits in this small space. Im woken up by the sun striking on my face and a minty fresh breeze the feels comforting. Wow its beautiful better than i thought it would be. I would definatly come here to live. I see some people in boats fishing. Im not sure what their fishing for, i think its snapper.

I want to stay here but I cant i must see other cultures enviroment and how they live.

__Wednesday 8 June 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go.But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat Stella, after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. Stella was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to, Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

When i wake up this morning I stare out the window watching the birds creep away from the cat next door. My mind is elsewhere now, Im a bird flying around the world. I just want to get out of this hell hole of lying in bed all day and my dad coming up every ten minutes to see if Im okay or need anything. I start thinking of my journey on granddads yacht. My brain is hurting like a sun burn. I have the urge to go right now. I say to myself, Im going to go tonight, Im going to do it, what iv’e been wanting to do since I caught cancer.

Tonight. Tonight Im going to go down to where Stella rocks on the sea, where shes always been ever since granddad died. When everyones asleep, ill creep outside the window at about ten o’clock and gather food from the pantry.

This is getting exciting, its 8:00pm now. Im just watching time go by slowly, listening to the ticks of the clock. I use up time by packing most of my wardrobe in to my old suitcase i brought from hawaii when i was eight. I grab some of my photos of my family and pack them on top of all of my clothes so i can look at them when I sail myself to sleep.

Its time. Im going. Goodbye home, family and old friends. I lower my suitcase out the window carefully, even though its only one metre away from the grass I don’t want to make a sound that will trigger my dads attention. Im out of the window know and i reach over and grab my old little wiggles suitcase full of food that i got from my nan when i was three. As i walk down about twenty steps from my house I realize that its 9 o’ clock and i don’t have much time before it starts getting pitch black. So I chuck my luggage on the yacht, un-tie the rope, push off the side of the dock and slide into the yacht with a sigh. This isn’t a sad sigh this is a sigh of relief, a relief of letting go, a relief of just being free with out anyone telling me what to do or asking me how Im feeling all the time.

Im not quite sure how Im staring the yacht, I guess its in the my blood. I forgot a map but the I scavenge around for one under the squishy seats on the side of the

__Tuesday 7 June 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go.But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat Stella, after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. Stella was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to, Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

When i wake up this morning i stare out the window watching the birds creep away from the cat next door. My mind is elsewhere now, Im a bird flying around the world. I just want to get out of this hell hole of lying in bed all day and my dad coming up every ten minutes to see if Im okay or need anything. I start thinking of my journey on granddads yacht. My brain is hurting like a sun burn. I have the urge to go right now. I say to myself, Im going to go tonight, Im going to do it, what iv’e been wanting to do since i caught cancer.

Tonight. Tonight Im going to go down to where Stella rocks on the sea, where shes always been ever since granddad died. When everyones asleep, ill creep outside the window at about ten o’clock and gather food from the pantry.

This is getting exciting, its 8:00pm now. Im just watching time go by slowly, listening to the ticks of the clock. I use up time by packing most of my wardrobe in to my old suitcase i brought from hawaii when i was eight. I grab some of my photos of my family and pack them on top of all of my clothes so i can look at them when i sail myself to sleep.

Its time. Im going. Goodbye home, family and old friends. I lower my suitcase out the window carefully, even though its only one metre away from the grass I don’t want to make a sound that will trigger my dads attention. Im out of the window know and i reach over and grab my old little wiggles suitcase full of food that i got from my nan when i was three. As i walk down about twenty steps from my house i realize that its 9 o’ clock and i don’t have much time before it starts getting pitch black. So i chuck my luggage on the yacht, un-tie the rope, push off the side of the dock and slide into the yacht with a sigh. This isn’t a sad sigh this is a sigh of relief, a relief of letting go, a relief of just being free with out anyone telling me what to do or asking me how Im feeling.

__Thursday 2 June 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go. But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat Stella, after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. Stella was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to, Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

When i wake up this morning i stare out the window watching the birds creep away from the cat next door. My mind is elsewhere now, Im a bird flying around the world. I just want to get out of this hell hole of lying in bed all day and my dad coming up every ten minutes to see if Im okay or need anything. I start thinking of my journey on granddads yacht. My brain is hurting like a sun burn. I have the urge to go right now. I say to myself, Im going to go tonight, Im going to do it, what iv’e been wanting to do since i caught cancer.

Tonight. Tonight Im going to go down to where Stella rocks on the sea, where shes always been ever since granddad died. When everyones asleep, ill creep outside the window at about ten o’clock and gather food from the pantry.

This is getting exciting, its 8:00pm now. Im just watching time go by slowly, listening to the ticks of the clock. I use up time by packing most of my wardrobe in to my old suitcase i brought from hawaii when i was eight. I grab some of my photos of my family and pack them on top of all of my clothes so i can look at them when i sail myself to sleep.

Its time. Im going. Goodbye home, family and old friends. I lower my suitcase out the window carefully, even though its only one metre away from the grass I don’t want to make a sound that will trigger my dads attention.

Im out of the window know and i reach over and grab my old little wiggles suitcase that i got from my nan when i was three.

__Friday 27 May 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go. But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat Stella, after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. Stella was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

When i wake up this morning i stare out the window watching the birds creep away from the cat next door. My mind is elsewhere now, Im a bird flying around the world. I just want to get out of this hell hole of lying in bed all day and my dad coming up every ten minutes to see if Im okay or need anything. I start thinking of my journey on granddads yacht. My brain is hurting like a sun burn. I have the urge to go right now. I say to myself, Im going to go tonight, Im going to do it, what iv’e been wanting to do since i caught cancer.

Tonight. Tonight Im going to go down to where Stella rocks on the sea, where shes always been ever since granddad died. When everyones asleep, ill creep outside the window at about ten o’clock and gather food from the pantry.

This is getting exciting, its 8:00pm now. Im just watching time go by slowly. I use up time by packing most of my wardrobe in to my old suitcase i brought from hawaii when i was eight. I grab some of my photos of my family and pack them on top of all of my clothes so i can look at them when i sail myself to sleep.

__Thursday 26 May 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go. But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat Stella, after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. Stella was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

When I wake up this morning i stare out the window watching the birds creep away from the cat next door. My mind is elsewhere now, Im a bird flying around the world. I just want to get out of this hell hole of lying in bed all day and my dad coming up every ten minutes to see if Im okay or need anything. I start thinking of my journey on granddads yacht. My brain is hurting like a sun burn. I have the urge to go right now. I say to myself, Im going to go tonight, Im going to do it, what iv’e been wanting to do since I caught cancer.

Tonight. Tonight Im going to go down to where Stella rocks on the sea, where shes always been ever since granddad died.

__Monday 23 May 2011__

A Journey on a Yacht

Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread. Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go. But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing. I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.

The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

My granddad named his boat //Stella,// after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. //Stella// was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world too, until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

I have never talked about doing this in front of my parents, only my bestest friend in the world, Lily. We have been best friends since we were born. My mum and her mum have been friends since they were in primary together and their about the same age. We not best friends because our mums are, we’re best friends because we have a connection, like we understand each other.

I always talk about going on this journey with Lily. I tell her, “One day Im just going to leave, Im going to do it, with out anyone knowing Im gone.” Every time I hear myself say it, it makes me want to go at that very moment.

Friday 20 May 2011  A Journey on a Yacht

 Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

 I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread.  Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go.  But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing.  I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht.  The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

 My granddad named his boat //Stella,// after his daughter died not long ago before he passed away. //Stella// was built by my granddad when he was a teenager he was a great man. He wanted to sail around the world to until the hospital finally gave up on him. Although he wanted to sail around the world, but never got to Im going to finish his unfinished journey.

__Thursday 19 May 2011__

 A Journey on a yacht

 Everyone dies at some stage. Everyone knows it. Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

 I had a great life until this poison got under my skin and spread.  Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go.  But theres one thing I dream about every night of doing.  I want to sail around the world on my granddads yacht. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"> The cancer runs in the family, I have no granddad on my dads side he had leukemia and became one with the earth two years a go and left his yacht to me.

<span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"> My granddad named his boat

<span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">__Wednesday 18 May 2011__

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<span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Everyone dies at some stage. <span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;"> Everyone knows it. <span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;"> Im just one of the unlucky ones with this deadly little bug named cancer. <span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I have about a year and a bit left of me and Im only 15.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I had a great life until this poison got under my skin. <span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">Theres a lot of things I want to do before I go. <span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">But theres one thing I’ve dreamt of doing.

Grace I love the way you have vairied your sentences and explained what the problem is at the start and kind of faded into the main part of the story. I think this will be a great story!