I am so upset right now, I'm about to break this keyboard from pressing the keys too hard. Mrs. Johansson took a tour of my barn today--my home since the age of seven--and called it "unfit for human habitation." So what does that make me, some kind of animal?!!
Mrs. Johansson says I have to move out, and she has the power of the Child Welfare Division of Social Services behind her. She's going to wish she had the power of a bulldozer instead, cuz that's what it'll take for her to drag me out of my barn!!!
Where am I supposed to go? To a house with eight-foot ceilings and doors I can't squeeze through? The only place large enough for me to live in is going to be another barn!!!
Illustrator Challenge
Artists can create illustrations of me or the events in my life, as long as they are appropriate for my young readers. Any previous post on this blog can be illustrated. If I like an image that goes well with a post on the blog, I may add a small thumbnail version along with credit to the artist and a link to the full-sized image. Images of me posted elsewhere should link back to the "Giant Girl Rampages" blog.
If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:
I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.
I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).
If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!
If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:
I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.
I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).
If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!
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Ehh please calm down at first Melly^^
ReplyDeleteIf you break the keyboard, we can't talk anymore.
Listen i don't think that she means that your an animal.
Those thoughts are stupid.
Absolutly.
But you should ask her where she wanted that you life then.
Hey maybe the build a house made for your size.
This would be an option or not.
Oh Mel I wished I could help you better but sadly I'm here in Berlin.
Sorry
Calming down... Taking deep breaths... Thinking happy thoughts...
ReplyDeleteNo, I can't!!! She wants to kick me out of my home!!!
I wished I could help you anyway.
ReplyDeleteTalk with her again and ask her what she had planned for you.
hey i wish i can help you two, but..
ReplyDeletelife i s life...I know your mad, if i where with you right now, i would have build a bigger barn, and use, ur rold barn.
but i live in So Cal.
(southren California.)
where do you live? we might live near eatch other, if we do, maybe i can help!!
Can you build a house???
ReplyDeleteNo, it doesn't matter, I'm nowhere near California.
Damn it!! i bet you live in Canada
ReplyDelete!!!or midwesteren USA. anyways kids at one the schoools i go to, actully builds stuff, i built a house!! i bet they put hannaah montana stuff...well..*looks up at you* your a sweet person...and i'm sorry about your cows..
=(
ReplyDeleteI know she's not a very understanding, kind, or diplomatic social worker, but she probably had to say that because those are the standards her job holds her to. She's been taught to uphold all sorts of rule and regulations and if she ignored them, she would eventually loose her job for doing it poorly.
I'm just sorry she's stressed out about your situation and therefore unfairly stressing you out instead of talking to you nicely about such a big change before ordering it. It doesn't sound like she even treats you like a person. I don't know how common this is, but it's unfortunate anyway.
Could she be afraid of you?
Anyway, to your last comment, I guess the way things turned out, now you know that just because we don't know how to do something at first, doesn't mean it can't be done.
You're right, she doesn't treat me like a real person. Is it just me, or does she treat other kids like that too?
ReplyDeleteA social worker, hah. From what I understand, social workers mustmake tough decisions about the lives of families, like if they have unfit parents, things like that. Believe me on this: if social workers truly focused on the cases they dealt with, they'd never sleep at night. Let's just say I know an ex-social worker.
ReplyDeleteMs. Johansen is probably mean to you not because of your size, but because it's her job. Talk to her one day, one-on-one. See what happens.
ReplyDeleteI don't think it would safe for that witch to be left alone with me. Ha-ha!!!
ReplyDeleteShe's probably scared to death of you, Melly. It's hard for people to be nice when they're scared.
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