Girls who rock in rock

Recently, it has come to mind that there are several rock bands frontlined with women. These bands are usually some of my favorites. I have compiled a list of bands and songs of these bands frontlined by these amazing women

Evanescence-Farther Away, Understanding, Imaginary, Lacrymosa
Within Temptation-What Have You Done, Ice Queen, Our Farewell, The Other Half of Me
Lacuna Coil-Swamped, Our Truth
Flyleaf-I'm So Sick, Fully Alive, So I Thought
Plumb-Late Great Planet Earth, Better, Damaged

and aparantly Nightwish is also a great band, but I haven't taken the time to try them on for size.

Mory of the Story

Alexa, still confused, complied. Their strangely kind kidnapper untied them both. The two girls followed the woman upstairs and they sat down at the table. The woman came back with plates full of what looked to be wonderful food. There were two extra place settings at the table. The woman laid five plates on the table, two for the girls, one for the woman and two in the empty place settings. Not too long after all the plates were set down, two other girls came in from a different room and sat down at the table. This seemed very strange. Everything seemed so normal but yet everything was so wrong. It seemed like any other night at any other house.
“Hi, I’m Monet,” the stranger on the right said, “and this is my sister Emelina.”
They didn’t look like sisters. Emelina’s nose was much less pointy and didn’t stretch as far as Monet’s. They also had different eye colours. Monet had blue eyes and Emelina had brown eyes. Emelina was much more slim than Monet. Heck, Alexa seemed to look more like Emelina’s sister than Monet did.
“Pleased to meat you,” Alexa replied, “I’m Alexa and this is… Sandra,” the name seemed to linger on her lips. “I only wish we could have met in a better situation.”
Emelina didn’t speak though she seemed content with the current situation.
Alexa was thinking back to earlier that day. If stupid Sylvia hadn’t given that stupid note to stupid, STUPID Sandra, this never would have stupid happened. Stupid me for stupid going on a stupid walk. Stupid mom for not stupid stopping me. Stupid repetitive thoughts. Stupid…
“Something wrong, Alexa?” Monet asked.
Yes, everything’s wrong! Alexa felt like screaming. But instead, she let out a quiet, “No,” coughed and spoke in her normal voice again. “No, I’m fine. I’m just… thinking.”

The part in consecutive order with the 2nd being the third

After that, she woke up in a dark room with a gag around her face and her arms tied together. Alexa noticed someone across the room from her.
Oh joy, Sandra, she thought to herself. She sat there quietly and tried her hardest to squirm out of the knot that was entangling her wrists. The person who tied the knot didn’t do a very good job on it. The rope fell to the floor with a thud.
She wasn’t sure if Sandra was awake for lack of movement so she started working on the gag. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The footsteps stopped and the doorknob started jiggling. Much to Alexa’s surprise, a woman walked in.
The light switched on as the woman whispered “Hello?” Alexa slumped quickly back over the chair pretending to sleep. After no answer, she started to leave. Alexa started working on the gag again when the door flew open.
“AHA!” The apparent kidnapper cried. “I knew you weren’t still sleeping.”
Alexa was surprised at this younger woman’s down to earth attitude. Sandra started waking up, blinked a couple times, sat up and screamed. Alexa just rolled her eyes and quickly finished taking off the gag and threw it to the ground.
“Why’d you kidnap us?” Alexa inquired with a fury about her.
“That’s not important now—“
“Yes it is!” Alexa interrupted.
“No it’s not, I swear. I just need you to come upstairs. It’s dinnertime.”

Part 2 of my story

“How did you know I would be here?” Alexa asked, acting friendly.
“You sent me a note saying to meet you here.”
This drove her mad. Alexa didn’t send her a note. She knew exactly who did it, too. It was her old friend, Sylvia.
Sylvia and her used to hang out all the time in school and even after school. This was up until last year when Sylvia was reunited with some of her old friends that Alexa wasn’t fond of. Sylvia wanted to hang out with Alexa but Alexa didn’t want to hang out with her. Alexa secretly tried to hide this but she trusted too many people. One person told Sylvia and Alexa didn’t know who.
“Note?” Alexa asked trying to act bewildered.
“Yeah, this note”
The note said:

Hey Sandra,
It’s Alexa. I haven’t really gotten to
know you and I would really like to.
I usually go to the park at around one
in the afternoon. Would you meet me
there?
Alexa

The note proved it. She could recognized the printing from all the hate mail she got from Sylvia. Alexa was outraged. This didn’t even sound like her. Alexa hated meeting people. She hated people.
They heard rocks crunching beneath feet and turned around. No one was there.
“So do you want to come to my place for lunch?” Sandra asked.
Alexa was mad at Sandra. She knew Sandra saw the sandwich she was holding. Still, she pointed it out anyways and told her she had to leave. She was still making excuses to why she couldn’t come when they heard the footsteps again.
“Okay, Sylvia. Ha ha! Very funny. You can come out now,” Alexa sarcastically yelled.
Alexa turned around only to see her “friend” was gone.
“Oh, well. She must have gotten scared off,” Alexa said to herself.
Alexa was about to leave to go home but she tripped. That was the last thing she remembered.

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The music rippled through her ears. Her music was obviously too loud but he didn’t care. She put on her black shoes and put her music on pause while she said goodbye to her family.
As Alexa left the house, the fourteen-year old felt the harsh winter breeze blow through her long, black hair. The wind was hurting her vibrantly blue eyes. She stepped back in and decided to put on a bit more than she was wearing. She threw on a green jacket, a scarf her mother had knit for her and some sunglasses.
Again, she left her family behind. She walked up the street to the corner store and got the usual Coca-Cola and ham sandwich. The sandwich had the mayonnaise she liked, the tangy and smooth type. She continued on to the town and walked towards the high school she had adored for the two years she had attended. She came to it, stopped and turned around.
“Alexa!” the screechy, annoying voice rang out.
“Hi, Sandra,” Alexa said with the certain unmistakable tone of loathing. “So, what are you doing here?” Alexa asked feeling obligated.
“Waiting for you!” Sandra squealed.
Alexa couldn’t stand the sound of this girl’s voice. Whenever she spoke, it sounded like nails flowing their way along the chalkboard, making a gruesome sound and making everyone cringe.

Keep your private parts out of our public pools.

Recently, a dispute has been raised in B.C. about the use of the Newton Wave Pool. The nudist group of Greater Vancouver, Skinnydipper Services, would like to regain use of this facility. The story recently appeared in the Surrey Leader and the dispute has been taken to court. In 2002, the group of 400 monthly rented the Newton Wave Pool for a nude swim. In May 2003, the events stopped due to the attention brought to the group by an article in The Leader and the City of Surrey creating a rule that "proper attire" must be worn in public pools. The city refused to negotiate the problem. I extremely disagree with this group. In The Bible, the second Adam and Eve sinned, they were ashamed of their bodies and they realized that they were naked. This just shows that we ARE supposed to keep our private parts private parts. It's also kind of a put off when you know that there's been old men swimming nude in the pool the night before. Personally, I'm against the whole idea of a nudist group. Sure you can be unashamed of your body but please be unashamed to yourself.

What do you get when you cross Nexopia with safety?

Facebook, that's what. It seems these days that safety is a recessive gene in websites these days but recently I found Facebook. Facebook makes you able to search people by name but not see any profiles until there's a mutual agreement that you are friends. I have found many of my friends from Clayton but I also have found some unexpected friends from elementary school. I hadn't seen this one particular friend I have in mind since grade 3. So now I have been pulled in to this website and I am addicted. This is Kory Cudmore in British Columbia.

(Soon to come, a story written by me)