Carly - the main character in the novel called SNOWSTORM

Carly's blog is the fictitious representation of a character's life in the year prior to the story depicted in the novel

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Arrested for no reason

I got arrested last night. Well, not arrested, really, just grabbed up with a bunch of others until my mother came to get me. I was just trying to help somebody, but the cops didn't care, they just shoved me in the back of a car and hauled me away.

Here's what happened. I snuck out of the house after my mother went to bed. She came in about eight and went right to her room. She was snoring by eight-thirty, which was optimal for me as my buds picked me up at nine. We went to this cool flash-mob everybody's cells buzzed about all day at school. At least four or five people had their phones confiscated by a teacher.

So we got to Greenville and it was waycool for a couple of hours. Thousands of kids just having a good time running around, meeting new people, dancing. There were people playing music every few feet - a little pot. For a couple of ours it reminded me of those old hippie love-in's your grandma talks about. The cops were a little pissy, but hey, what could they do? We weren't bothering anyone. By around eleven, though, I guess some guys had too much to drink or smoke or something, and they started a fight. Pretty soon a lot of guys were brawling. Most of us just watched, but when this cop elbowed a kid who was just trying to geta way from some neanderthal, I got between the kid and the cop. Suddenly, I was being dragged off and taken to jail.

I was lucky, though, because they didn't keep us long. I think it was too much hassle for them to mess with kids from another town. My mom didn't speak to me all the way home, but I can't blame her too much. It was three in the morning when we got back. I didn't sleep, but I'm still jazzed about the whole thing, so I came to school anyway.

Getting arrested wasn't so bad. It was better than sitting at home by myself and listening to my mom snore and the neighbors fight. If I had a cell, I think I'd start the flash and see if I could get another mob set up!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

A blog by any other name...or something like that

My name is Carly Blackstone, and this is just lame. I'm writing this "blog" because my teacher told me he'd give me some credit in my English class. I've cut a few times lately and I guess this is my punishment. I mean, a blog is just a diary, right? A journal? But I have to write on a computer, and I don't have one at home, so I'm in study hall - against my will - using theirs. I probably wouldn't even do it, but the stupid school blocks all the good sites and playing video games is for the geeks.

I don't know why you'd want to know about my screwed-up life. I live with my crazy mother - my whole family's the pits. I can tell you this because none of them can afford a computer, so they won't be reading it. So, if you're dumb enough to read what I got to say, I'll be putting something in here at least once a week.