The Snow Attacks!

Wouldn't you know it? We're in Massachusetts and of course it has to be hit with a huge blizzard, tons of snow, and now we're snowed in at my uncle's house. It had to be our last day in MA. Last year there was a fire in the hotel in the room across from ours our first day there, and now our last day here a huge storm. It must be something about this place that hates us. Thank God He kept us safe, and thank God my dad is a good driver. 

Massachusetts

Howdy hey from MA. Massachusetts that is. Traveled from 10 to 5 to get here for the big Bennet family reunion. Three Uncles, Three Aunts, 7 cousins (the oldest is 16 and the youngest is 3), my grandparents, and of course one sister and the 'rents. Every year around this time we come here to have a good time laughing and hanging with everybody. My uncle - who's a cop- always tells the funniest stories about the stupid people that he meets. I love Massachusetts because where my uncle lives, in Sandwich, has very little light pollution, so I  get to see the stars which i love. I'm such a country girl. When I went on a missions trip we stayed in the mountains and could see millions of stars it was amazing and wonderful. 

book ever.

Read the best book ever. Sucks to be Me, Buy it on Amazon, See the author's page

It's a book about a girl who has to decide whether or not to become a vampire.Great story, I found myself laughing out loud. Great better than Twilight. Also check out Blue Bloods. Check them both out!

Stars

Twinkle, twinkle does the star,

burning brightly from afar.

Each one a beacon of light,

burning, burning, burning bright.

God created for the enjoyment of all

especially the ones that fall.

The joy discovered in staring at the heavens above

that, is what I love.

Polly Wants A Murder (bad title I know)

Here's a story I am writing in response to this prompt from Writer's Digest.

A man buys a parrot, and is horrified when he discovers the only thing it can say is, “If you ever tell anyone what you saw, I’ll kill you.”
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Howard walked into the pet store. His twelve year old son, Jack, was adamant about getting a parrot. Howard was not so thrilled with the idea, he didn't like birds very much, but Jack wanted it so Jack would get it. He headed over to the parrot section and saw the store had only one parrot left. The parrot was primarily green with a bit of blue by it's eyes. It was a pretty bird, as good as any. Howard bought the bird, a cage, and some bird food. He set the bird cage with the parrot inside on the passenger seat beside him in his silver corolla. As he drove home he tried talking to the bird.
"Polly want a cracker?" he said chuckling.
"If you ever tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you," the parrot replied. Howard was shocked and a bit disturbed. Why would a parrot say such a thing? Birds only repeated what they heard, so where could he have heard such a thing? The tv was the logical choice, and the one that was the reason.
"Is that all you say fella?"
"If you ever tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you," the bird repeated. Howard, who had a very active imagination, started to imagine all types of scenarios that would cause the bird to say that one phrase. He could have been the pet of a mobster, a hit man, or-less exciting- an actor rehearsing his lines. Then once Howard had the image of an evil man threatening an innocent person, he wondered if he should go to the police. He quickly rejected that, what could he tell them? Maybe he could do some sleuthing, so he did a quick u-turn and headed back to the pet shop.
"Excuse me," he said to the cashier, a teenage boy with a spiky purple Mohawk and several piercings, "was this parrot owned before?"
"Yeah," the boy replied, briefly looking up before going back to looking at a magazine.
"By who?" The boy sighed.
"Why?"
"I just want to know," the boy sighed again and turned to a filing cabinet, opened it and started to look through the files. He pulled one out.
"Mr. and Mrs. Keith Langston."
"Thank you," Howard left the store and drove to a pay phone where there was a phone book. He looked up Keith Langston. Keith lived at 34 Acorn Street, a couple blocks away. Howard got back in his car and drove to Acorn Street. He was excited to be acting like a detective. Just like Hercule Poirot, the detective in the books by Agatha Christie he read, or like Sam Spade in his favorite movie The Maltese Falcon. By this time he had reached the house. It was a a small, white house, with a white picket fence and green shutters. Howard got out of the car and walked up the pathway to the door. He rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. Soon the door was opened by a woman. She had wispy brown hair pulled into a bun, and was wearing jeans, a tee, and an apron.
"Yes?" She said regarding Howard curiously.
"Are you Mrs. Langston?"
"Yes."
"My name is Howard Timothy, I just bought a parrot at the pet store down the street, that I believe you owned previously."
"What if I did?"
"The parrot only says one thing, 'If you tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you', I was wondering if you have any idea why."
"Oh, my husband loves those mystery movies where that seems to be their favorite line," Howard felt like a fool.
"I'm sorry to bother you, it's just that my imagination got the best of me."
"No problem, if you repeat a phrase to the bird a couple dozen times it'll say that instead of that old line."
"Ok thank you," Howard said feeling like a complete imbecile. He got back in his car and drove home. Jack loved his parrot that he named Polly, and soon taught it to say "Hello Jack" the other phrase was soon forgotten.
"Who was that dear?" Mr. Langston said to his wife after she closed the door after Howard's departure. Keith Langston was a wimpy man with balding hair and coke-rimmed glasses.
"A man asking about our old parrot. Apparently that parrot kept repeating 'If you tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you.'" She regarded her husband, hands on hips.
"I didn't tell anyone I swear!" He stammered.
"Keep it that way, because if you tell anyone what happened to your precious Miss Rose I will kill you."

The End.

Well that turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself, for no prior planning.

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait Quiz

Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher

Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait. And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

Merry Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Merry Christmas to one and all
I hope snow does fall.
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year,
it fills every one with good cheer.
People laugh, and have a good time,
on this day sublime.
Merry Christmas to one and all.

The Christmas Story

Matthew 1:18-24
18This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. 19Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.

20But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, "Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins."

22All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: 23"The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"—which means, "God with us."

24When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife.

Luke 2:4-20
4So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."

13Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
14"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."

15When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."

16So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. 17When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

What Color Lights Are You?

You Are Gold Lights

Your holidays are a time of abundance and riches. Even if you don't have a lot during the rest of the year, this is the time that you splurge a little. Your holidays traditions tend to be a bit old fashioned and dignified. You like old holiday movies, properly wrapped presents, and family recipes passed down over the years.

What Color Christmas Lights Are You?

Snow Day!

Well today was a snow day, so here's a poem.

Wake up hours late,

and think "Great,

no school today

time to play.

Hang out inside

or outside, you decide.

No work to do

i love snow days, this is true.

Yeah, not exactly my best poem. My creativity seems to be shot right now. Here's a past snow poem.

Snow floats down to the ground

Falling softly and without a sound

The grass is covered with white

Snow is such a delight

It makes everything pure and new

Making the world seem honest and true

The ground is a blank canvas for artlet your imagination come from your heart

Build a snow-man, make a snow-angel, live, laugh, and enjoy life

So what did I do with my snow day? My love, painting! No stealing my wonderful picture :P

Christmas Quiz

Your Christmas is Modern

Your wish for the New Year is more happiness. For you, Christmas is a spiritual holiday. You can't separate it from your beliefs. You are patient when it comes to Christmas. You don't celebrate too early, and you don't like seeing holiday decorations in October. You like Christmas traditions, but you're not uptight about them. You do things your way. You have some preferred ways of celebrating Christmas, but you're open to compromise. You love Christmas. You enjoy almost every aspect and tradition of the holidays. You like giving to your friends and family during Christmas. You focus on the people you're close to.

What Does Your Christmas Say About You?

My Ideal Career

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's" Your Ideal Career?

This One's Weird..

My last words... weird

Your Last Words: "Tell them I said something."

And then you die.

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

Pizza Test

I love online quizzes, so much fun :)

Your Pizza Says:

You tend to be attracted to rustic, homemade foods. You don't like fancy restaurant food. You prefer your own cooking. Pizza Topping You Should Try: Basil Stay away from: Any pizza overloaded with a mess of toppings

The Pizza Test

Fortunes

Here are some interesting fortunes I have gotten from fortune cookies.

"A clever crow will always paint its feather black."
"It is too late to start digging a well when you feel thirsty."
And my personal favorite...
"Love is when someone gives to the other the best piece of chicken." lol!

It Was a Dark and Stormy Day

Splish splash, the rain cries out
I walk on, a care without.
Some might despair over the pouring rain,
not I, nor shall I utter a complain.
The feeling of the soft droplets falling on my face
that feeling you cannot replace.
Softly falling rain is my delight,
and it feels just right.
Rain may make the world seem dark and gray,
but only if you think of it that way.
The rain waters the grass and feeds the flowers,
oh the blessings of rain showers.
The next time the day is overcast and wet,
make sure all the blessings of rain, you won't forget.

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The Tweleve Days Of Christmas

Well I'm sure everyone has heard of this song before, and I'm feeling in a Christmas-y mood so here ya go. Also check out this webbie for what people believe the song to really be about, I personally believe it's true, though some don't it. It reminds me of the whole thing where believers drew fishes in the ground to show they were fellow believers, check this out for the full story. <><

On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
A Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the second day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the third day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the fourth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the fifth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the sixth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the seventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the eighth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Eight Maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the ninth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the tenth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Ten Lords a Leaping
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
Eleven Pipers Piping
Ten Lords a Leaping
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me:
12 Drummers Drumming
Eleven Pipers Piping
Ten Lords a Leaping
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree

Sonnets

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare: (The best sonnet in the world. In Sense and Sensibility, "I do believe it is tempests..." love that movie)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out.. even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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Sonnet 1 by Me (don't make fun of it please, it's my first sonnet)

Life sometimes makes me feel terribly down.
I come to believe no one cares at all,
And that the world is making me its clown.
Life and I are involved in quite a brawl.

Though Life tries to destroy me there is hope,
Yes, hope for a better, happier life.
With friends, family, and God I can cope,
It matters not what I face, nor what strife.

I have God on my side, and those most dear,
To help bail me out in times of trouble.
To help me with the problems I face here.
If I call, they help me on the double.

Life often brings me down from time to time,
But I know I can count on those sublime.

Thanksgiving

Today is thanksgiving, cheer all around
May thanks to God abound
For he has blessed us all every day
He has blessed us in every way
He gives us food, shelter, water and all the rest
He gives us breath and the heartbeat within our chest
Thank God for all he has done
Thank him everyone.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Give Thanks

I'm not exactly sure who composed this song. We sang it in church today, and we have to remember to give thanks to him who is worthy of our praise.

Give thanks with a grateful heart;
Give thanks to the Holy One,
Give thanks because He’s given
Jesus Christ His Son.
And now, let the weak say, “I am strong”
Let the poor say “I am rich”
Because of what the Lord has done for us.

The Personality Test at 35,000 Feet

Your Personality at 35,000 Says...

Deep down, you prefer spending time alone to spending time with others. You enjoy thinking more than talking. You don't spend much time thinking about your place in the world. You are who you are - and people can just deal with that! Your gift is having a good eye. You take amazing picture and have the natural talent for most visual arts. You are inspired by what is possible. Real life is often too ordinary for you. It's very easy for you to feel happy. You can find peace with any situation.

The Personality Test at 35,000 Feet

A Dream Within A Dream

A Dream Within A Dream, by Edgar Allen Poe.
(This reminds me of The Princess Bride, and the old priest guy. "Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam... " I love that movie.) Taken from this website. Go check it out. Lots of good stuff.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Broken Heart

Motion City Soundtrack: Broken Heart (Seriously awesome band)

I’ll start this broken heart
I’ll fix it up so it will work again
Better than before
Then I’ll star in a mystery
A tragic tale of all that’s yet to come
Fingers crossed there will be love

But I get carried away with every day
And every fantasy
The deeper the wound,
The harder I swoon and wish that that was me
There's so much to say
But no words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
But I’m getting used to it
You have to get used to it

I’ll devise the best disguise
A brand new look and take them by surprise
They’ll never guess what’s not inside
I’ll express myself with ease,
With confidence and character complete
With fingers crossed, they’ll talk to me

But I get carried away with every page
In every magazine
The cheaper the thrill,
the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy
There's so much to say
But no words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
But I’m getting used to it
You have to get used to it

I’ll destroy this useless heart
I’ll mess it up so it’ll never beat again
Not just for me but for anyone

But I get carried away
With every phrase and made up malady
The longer I hide behind these lies,
The more I disintegrate
There's so much to say
But no words to convey
The loneliness building with each passing day
You never get used to it
You just have to live with it

We're all created equal

We're all created equal, at least that's what the Declaration of independence does say
then why don't we all treat each other that way?
Why can't we all just get along
instead of treating each other wrong.
Why do we have racism, sexism, and all the rest
everyone thinks that they are the best.
We are all equal, that is true
all this awful treatment is making me blue.

Random Thought

The random thought of the day is this: Most people are working long hours at work in order to buy their dream home, or are working in order to pay to keep their home or pay rent for their apartment. After all that work wouldn't you think they would spend a lot of time in their house? They don't. When you think about it most of us spend most of our time out of our home. For myself, from 7:30 AM- 4:00 PM I am at school or in the car traveling around. For around fifteen hours I am at home, but for 8 or 9 hours of that time, I am asleep. Why work for such a big house that sucks up all your money if you only spend half the day there? A modest dwelling is much smarter. Yeah so that's my random thought.

The Battle In The Sky

The dark cloud overhead blocked out the sun
leaving it no where to run
No rays made it down to earth
they were trapped by the cloud's girth
The day was chilly and there was quite a bit of wind
but the cloud remained pinned
They stayed stationary in the sky
staying there oh so high
Down below a leaf was torn from his mother tree's arm
and thrown to the ground where in his future was harm
The wind cared not that he had ended the young leaf's life
he cared only that the sun and cloud would end their strife
as the two fought for control
of the sky as a whole
They fought and fought
but it all came to naught
The cloud sent down snow
and made it all white below
but the sun just warmed up the ground
and the snow melted all around
The sun's rays beat against the cloud wall
hoping that they would create a hole, through they might crawl
but the cloud remained set
the cloud didn't even fret
He knew the rays would never make it through him
for the sun it looked grim.
The cloud was quite cocky and his guard fell
it was only a second but the wind blew hard and said "farewell"
The cloud blew away at a pace, slow to be sure
but the sun didn't care, he was free and light the world with his light so pure.


-Author's Note: I didn't plan this, but does anyone see any parallelism? Comment and let me know what you think :)

Snow

Snow floats down to the ground
Falling softly and without a sound
The grass is covered with white
Snow is such a delight
It makes everything pure and new
Making the world seem honest and true
The ground is a blank canvas for art
let your imagination come from your heart
Build a snow-man, make a snow-angel, live, laugh, and enjoy life

The Look-Alikes Part IV

Veronica came back soon after and allowed me to go to the bathroom, for everyone was out at the time. I looked in the mirror as I washed my hands I looked awful. I ran a brush through my hair and a toothbrush over my teeth before Veronica knocked on the door.
"Hurry up!" She shouted. I opened the door and she held the gun up again. I tied my legs once I got to the closet, and she tied the rest, and once again I was in darkness. I sat there for who knows how long. I passed the time with softly singing songs, or humming since the rag was in my mouth again, or just thinking about life. I had no idea how I would get out of this mess. Maybe if there was an opportunity I could tie Veronica up, but I had no idea when that would happen. I preferred not to dwell on that for it depressed me. I took naps, but was frequently woken up by my growling stomach. Veronica came in at one time and gave me a granola bar, but it did nothing to appease my hunger. I thought about school, about the people in my school. Matt especially. Why was he speaking to Veronica? And Tim? Why did he suddenly ask Veronica, who he thought was me, all of a sudden? He had never even spoken to me at school. It was no doubt her revealing clothes that she somehow made it past my parents in. That was another thing, how could none of my family notice the change in personality in "me"? I bet they passed it off as hormones. Wonderful.
Days passed. I was sure I would go mad in this closet. I was living off granola bars that Veronica brought. Occasionally I would be aloud a swig of water. I spent my majority of the time in darkness, listening the the silence or my family talking, when they were home. I got to listen to my brother's guitar playing, something I never knew he did, I heard my mom singing opera, and my dad playing the piano, things they all did when they thought no one was at home. I was really starting to appreciate them more, and I missed seeing them. I also had to listen to Veronica talking lovey-dovey talk with Tim. I could just barf, but didn't want to seeing as these were my clothes all around me. I hated this. I smelled, I hadn't taken a shower in days, and were still in the clothes I had worn the day Veronica had first put me in here. Why wasn't anyone coming for me? Did no one recognize the change? Kimmy had to, we never fought, but she was probably too ticked to notice or care. Kimmy had an Irish temper to go with her red hair, but I still loved her for it. I missed Kimmy, my parents, and even my annoying brother. My heart ached for them. Every night I cried myself to sleep thinking I would never see them again.
I had been in the closet for three days when one night while Veronica was on another date with Tim, I was awake in my closet, singing a New Found Glory in my head, when I heard the doorbell. I wondered who it was. I couldn't hear much until minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the door to my room opened.
"I don't know about this," Danny said.
"Danny," when I heard Kimmy's voice I smiled. She had noticed something was amiss! "You have to have seen something is a little off with Janie."
"Ok, so she's been a little weird, but that doesn't mean you can search her room for clues."
"We're worried about her," a new voice said. It was familiar, but I couldn't place it. It suddenly came to me, Matt. What was he doing here?
"Ok, but make it quick, and I'm staying." I heard my bed creak as Danny sat down. I heard rummaging. "Hey, that's her diary!" Danny objected.
"I know, maybe it'll bring some clues," Kimmy said, I heard pages being flipped. "Her handwriting changed the day we had our first and only fight, and she started wearing that weird getup."
"That's weird," Danny admitted. I heard a drawer being closed and more rummaging.
"I can't find anything else," Matt said after a couple minutes.
"Me either. Maybe there's a clue somewhere else in the house," Danny suggested. They were leaving! No! I screamed, I banged to the best of my ability, I stomped, I did everything I could think of. I even tried to squirm over to the closet door, but I was weak. I crawled, and eventually made it. I knocked my head against the door.
"Did you just hear something?" Matt asked. I hit my head again.
"Yeah, it's coming from the closet." Yes! Minutes later the door opened. Blessed light! All three gasped at the sight of me.
"Janie!" Danny exclaimed, taking the rag from my mouth. "I thought you were on a date with Tim."
"That wasn't me,"I explained everything that had happened. Danny called the police as Kimmy and Matt untied me. "You don't know how glad I am to see you both," I said smiling. Kimmy gave me a hug.
"I knew something was off when you dressed like that," she said. "And when I confronted you about it, and you blew up in my face, I knew it wasn't you. I hoped it wasn't you especially after you went out with Tim," she made a disgusted face.
"I would never go out with Tim," I said disgusted at thought. "So how come it took you so long to come and get me?"
"Well at first I thought you were just having a crappy day, but when you were still acting the same the next day, I knew something bad was going on. I just didn't know what to do about it. Matt came up to me the second day asking if I knew what was up with you, and together we formed a plan, which was come here while you-or Veronica rather-was out," Kimmy explained. I turned to Matt.
"How did you know something was wrong with me, and why did you even care?" Matt finished untying me as I said this, and Kimmy was suddenly interested in seeing what Danny was up to.
"I knew something was up, because I like you. I knew Veronica wasn't you because she wasn't sweet, or kind," Matt said looking at me. I was shocked. Danny burst in just then saying the police had arrived.
When Veronica returned from her date she was in for quite a shock. Policemen handcuffed her, and that was the moment my parents arrived home. At first they were shocked and outraged at their daughter being arrested but when they saw me standing there, and were explained the situation they were calling for Veronica to be locked away forever. As it turns out, due to fingerprinting, Veronica had escaped from a mental hospital, and that's where she returned. My parents hugged me tight as Veronica was put in the cop-car. They had thought my behavior had been weird, but had no idea what to do about it.Tim was quiet surprised to find that the real me was nothing like the one he had been dating for the past few days. When he saw me, he stared at me for a minute, then turned away in disgust. Danny and Matt both offered to punch him, and if looks could kill Kimmy would have murdered him. I was just glad to have that straightened out. When the car pulled away Veronica yelled out the window.
"This is not over Janie!" But it was. It was over.
My life slipped back to normal, but with a few changes. Matt and I started dating, and Kimmy soon joined us on double dates with her new boyfriend Logan. Danny also started giving me guitar lessons, which I absolutely love. Every time Tim passes me in the hallway, he looks as though he doesn't know whether to smile and kiss me or be disgusted at the sight of me. I almost feel sorry for him, almost. I have never seen Veronica again, thank goodness. She seems to be gone for good. My look-alike is gone, but yours might not be. Beware of the look-alikes, you never know when one might take over your life until it's too late.

The Look-Alikes Part III

It was days later that I started noticing things were getting weird. People started seeing me, or Veronica rather, in places I wasn't. People saw me at the mall when I was at home. Then it started getting bad. Veronica had whole conversations with people posing to be me. Then it happened. I came home one day from Kimmy's house, and when I entered the doorDanny came up.
"How did you get outside?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, what do I mean. You went upstairs and now you're entering the house from outside," without another word to Danny I rushed upstairs. Veronica was sitting on my bed flipping through my diary. She looked up and seeing me, smiled evilly.
"Hello Janie," she said setting the diary down. "So have you changed your mind, are you willing to switch places?"
"No, absolutely not!" I said.
"I see, listen Janie," Veronica said standing and walking over to me. "I can do this the hard way or the easy way. You can go to my house, it's not as nice as yours and the 'rents aren't nearly as nice as yours, as well as you might get pushed around and get a few bumps and bruises. But that's ol' dad for ya. Your other choice is me taking over your wonderful life by force."
"Or a third choice, you leaving and never coming back," I said, hands on hips.
"Janie, Janie, Janie," Veronica said shaking her head sadly. "I don't think you understand who is running the shots here," with that she took out a pistol from the purse next to her on my bed. She aimed it at me. Go over the the closet, inside you'll find rope. Tie up your legs together, and don't try any funny business or else." I did as I was told. When she had finished tying her legs together. I turned to Veronica, who was behind me now, when suddenly everything went black.
I woke tied up. I couldn't move a muscle. I was still in my closet, and who knows how long I would stay there. I didn't hear any voices so I assumed everyone was out. I sighed, and tried to move over to the door, but failed. I then started to cry. I was going to die in this closet!
Who knows how many hours had passed when I heard voices.
"I'll be in my room, mom!" I heard Veronica, calling my mom mom! The nerve! I heard the door to my room open and close. Then the closet door opened. I squinted at the sudden light. Veronica was there wearing something I would never wear to school. A mini-skirt, leggings, and a tube top. I hoped somebody noticed this slip-up and wondered about the real me. "So Janie, how was your nap?"
"You!" I shouted before she stuffed a rag into my mouth.
"Not so loud," she laughed. "Well I guess I'll tell you about my day. Tim asked me out, and I accepted, we have a date tonight." Tim was the star baseball player in my school, and was very cute, though he was a total jerk, him and Veronica made a perfect couple. "Kimmy and I got in a fight, so we're ex-friends now," my anger burned at that. Kimmy and I never got in fights, we had been friends practically since we were in diapers. "Oh and Matt came up to me and asked what the heck was wrong with me. 'What the heck is wrong with you' I replied. He's a pretty weird kid, if you ask me." Veronica said flipping her hair. Matt was a boy who was in my history class. He was really quiet, but sorta cute. He had never talked to me before, and now he was talking to Veronica. Weird. "So that was my day. Tell me about yours. Oh wait you can't, beside you have nothing to report do you?" Veronica laughed evilly. "Well if you promise to be a good girl, I'll bring you some food later on. Toodles," with that she closed the door once again leaving me in complete darkness.

Bless the Lord

Church. It usually makes me think. Usually I'm thinking about whatever it is during the sermon, hence I don't normally learn a whole bunch during the sermon. It's during Sunday school that I learn something, sometimes. Well today I got thinking about life. Today, I'm talking to you. Yes, you. The one sitting there reading this post. Did you go to church today? If you did, did you have to drag yourself out of bed to do so? Did you complain about doing so? Well think of it this way. At least you can go to church. There are people in other countries who can't go to church, or if they do they risk torture or death. Did you drive to church today? Did you see other nice cars, and wish you had one? Did you despair over the price of gas? Think of this, some people can't afford a car or gad. Some people have to walk everywhere, and some people do walk miles to get to church. Did you pass by nicer, bigger houses than your own and wish you lived in one of them? Think of this, some people live in shacks, sheds, or even cars. Did you have dinner tonight? Are you full? 923 million people are hungry right now, and one child every five seconds dies from hunger. Kinda eye-opening right?
Everyday we all find faults with things in our life. School sucks, work sucks, my car doesn't work, we're in an economic recession, gas is expensive, we're in a war, people are dieing everyday, etc. etc. As humans we always pick the faults out in everything. The media does it, we do it, everyone does it, including myself. Wouldn't life be so much better if we find the good in everything? When you have to wake up at 5:00 in the morning, guess what, you're awake aren't you? You didn't die in your sleep. When you have a ton of homework, guess what you're getting an education. Some people can't even read. It gets hard when you hit the big problems. When you're diagnosed with cancer and have only a couple years to live, count everyday as a blessing. When you have that unplanned pregnancy, think about all the people who are trying and trying to have a baby, but remain childless. When you get in a car accident and lose all feeling in your legs, and can't walk, guess what you're alive. You get to see another day, you get to see the sun shine, you get to smell the flowers, you get to listen to music, you get to laugh, you get to kiss and be kissed, you get to hug and be hugged, you get to love and be loved. Life may throw you lemons, but pick up those lemons, make lemonade, and offer some to life and say "You can't bring me down."
I would love to end on that note, but there's a deeper message going on here. God loves us. He created us when He didn't have to. He sent His son to save us so we can have eternal life, when He didn't have to. So if God loves us, why do people get cancer, why do people die, why are babies born with down syndrome? Why? I honestly don't know. Maybe it's to bring us closer to him. Remember the blind man in John 9. He was blind from birth, and when asked why this was so, Jesus replied so that work of the Lord may be displayed. Jesus healed him by spitting and making mud, and putting it on his eyes, and he saw. When bad things happen, God will be able to shine through us. He never gives us any obstacle we cannot handle. He doesn't let Satan tempt us with anything to us that we cannot overcome if we have the willpower. Look at Job. God knew he would be able to handle everything: the death of his children, loss of his fortune, and physical harm to himself. He allowed it to happen, and Job was still a godly man when it was done. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord."
I think that's a better ending than my lemon analogy-thing.
Remember bless the Lord everyday in every way for everything.

The Look-Alikes Part II

Later that day, as Kimmy and I were leaving, I saw the girl again. She was in the bathroom at the same time I was, we were washing our hands at the same time. She noticed me before I noticed her. She turned to me and gasped.
"You look exactly like me!" She said.
"You look exactly like me!" I echoed.
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Me too, when is your birthday?"
"April 19th. You?"
"January 7th." So we weren't twins separated at birth, just looked exactly like each other. "Do you want to switch lives?" She asked.
"No thanks, I like my life the way it is," I replied.
"Come on it'll be fun," she said.
"No, I don't want to," the girl got this weird look on her face and I practically ran out of there. I didn't tell Kimmy about it as we pulled away from the mall. I could barely believe it myself.
It was days later that the girl appeared again. This time she came to my house. My parents were out and my older brother, Danny, was upstairs. I opened the door to see my look-alike.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm giving you one last chance to willingly switch places or else Janie."
"Who are you?" How did she know my name?
"My name is Veronica, and if you won't switch places, I'll switch places by force."
"Yeah right!" I scoffed. "Get off my property," I said before slamming the front door in her face.

The Look-Alikes

Has this ever happened to you? You're walking down the street, or you're in the store and you see someone who looks EXACTLY like that friend you had lost touch with a couple years ago, or your aunt Lucy. So you go up to them and greet them, but they reply with "Do I know you?" Then you realize it's only a look-alike. The world's filled with them. Everyone has a look alike. Someone who looks exactly like you. Usually these look-alikes are on opposite sides of the country, or at least not in the same town, but what if two look-alikes met. What if it didn't turn out like it does in the movies where the two switch places but realize they love their lives the way it is. What if it ended horribly? That's what happened to me.
I live a good life. I have loving parents and an annoying older brother. I'm not popular, but I have a couple close, great friends. No one really teases me at school, and I kinda just float though life. I live a fairly boring life, or did until I met Veronica. I was at the mall with my best friend Kimmy. We were in American Eagle when I saw a girl by the hoodies who looked like she could be my twin. She had long black hair, like I did, and dark brown eyes, like mine. Her nose and mouth were like mine too. She wasn't too thin, or too fat average-like me- and on the shorter side -I'm five foot. I couldn't believe how much we looked alike. I pointed her out to Kimmy, but by the time Kimmy looked up from the shirts she was looking at, the girl was gone.

Essay

Oh Essay How I loathe writing you
Writing you makes me blue
My essays are never well written
With you, oh essay, I am so not smitten

Oh Essay you make me sad and down
people ask why the frown
I reply Because I have to write an essay by the week's start
Oh essay please depart

An Essay on the prejudice in My Antonia, A Raisin in the Sun, and the Bean Trees is what awaits me
From this essay I wish I was free
Oh Essay please die
why me oh why?

Depressing...

So I have a major writer's block, so instead of stories I'm going to write about my day... and stuff like that until i regain my inspiration.
Today was an awful day. It seemed like all we talked about in school was the stock market crisis. You know how depressing it is to hear over and over that me and my future children will be paying more in taxes because of this? That our country is heading for ruin? And that it will happen in my lifetime? DEPRESSING. No wonder people commit suicide, not that i am suicidal, i'm just saying. So besides that, I failed my chemistry quiz because my crazy teacher gave us like 10 minutes to do a quiz where we had like 6 problems where we had to do a bunch of crazy things that we didn't even get taught! UGH. Then we also had football in gym-barf. The only good part of my day was creative writing. Even Multi-Media Arts was depressing, because it was after English which was particularly downing today. Then when I went to the gym to work out, only depressing news was on. A guy died because a policeman tasered him, a 14-year old boy got doused with gasoline and almost died, and don't get me started on the 700 billion dollar bailout plan. So here's some happy or at least not depressing news, cause we don't get enough of them.
Palin Corn Maze
This is Just Stupid
The PETA's Weirdest Idea Yet-Breast Milk Ice Cream
Seriously, This is a bit Paranoid- Hot Dog Bomb Scare At Philly's Stadium

What Do You Believe?

So I felt moved to share about my spirituality. My struggles, my highs, my lows etc. My parents are both saved. They became saved shortly after i was born, so i was raised in the church. When I was four - i personally don't remember this- i went to VBS and came home saying I accepted Jesus into my heart. I was saved. My whole life I have been saved. I believe that God created everything, and sent his perfect son to die for our sins, and to be forgiven all you have to do is repent. To be saved, you have to believe that and trust on Jesus to save you. I believe God is three in one. I believe God is a forgiving, loving, and perfect being, and loves us more than we can comprehend. I believe that one day Jesus will return and take all believers to Heaven, and I will be one of them.
Throughout my life, for kindergarten to the present day I have attended a Christian School where I was taught about God. So basically everyday had God in it. Or at least I heard about Him everyday. For years God seemed a distant being. Every so often I would feel incredibly close to him, but when that faded, I was back to being distant. Well last year I started reading the Bible every night-just a chapter a day- and I've started to feel like He's really there. Like he's not some distant being off in space, looking down at everyone. He's here in my room, sitting on my bed next to me as I write this post, as I read my Bible, as I gossip about that person, as I eat, as I go to school, He's everywhere. I feel that now. I really encourage people to read their Bible everyday, set aside ten minutes and read, and let God talk to you. You might not always be moved by the verses you're reading -I know there are times when I feel nothing at the verses I read- but do it anyway, because you never know when a verse will speak to you. Also this summer I went on a missions trip. It was a great experience, it taught me a lot about God, and about myself, and brought the two of us closer. Ever since that trip, I've felt pretty close -I strongly recommend that as well. So that's all I have to say, if anyone reads this, and wants to ask a question about faith, God, or stuff like that feel free, I'll try to answer the best i can :)

The Presidental Primary Race Romance Part 4

They met in the park. They hugged for several minutes, before they kissed then they just stood their in embrace.
"I missed you,"Isabella said after minutes of silence.
"Me too," he said, he kissed the top of her head. "Isabella, there's uh... something... I want to tell you."
"What?" Isabella said, her head on his chest.
"I...I..."
"Yes?" She looked up at him.
"I love you," he blurted out suddenly, so fast that Isabella was not sure what she heard. She smiled at him.
"You do?"
"Yes," he said, almost with a sigh of relief at her smile.
"I love you too," Isabella said before they kissed. There was shout. Isabella and Travis turned to see their fathers coming at them.
"I thought I told you not to see this boy," David Jacobs said.
"What are you doing out of your room, I thought you were sick," Lance Bentley said. "But you're with this girl."
"We love each other," Travis said stepping protectively in front of Isabella, and in between his father and her. David turned red at this. Thinking Travis was barring him from his daughter.
"Come on Isabella," he said turning to leave.
"No," Isabella said. "I want to stay with Travis. You can't stop me from seeing him. I won't let your feud with his father stop us from being happy."
"Yes, we won't become another Romeo and Juliet," Travis said taking Isabella's hand in his. Lance and David looked at each other then at their children. Lance spoke first.
"I suppose if you are determined..."
"We are," Travis and Isabella said in unison.
"Then there's nothing we can do about it," Lance replied. "Truce Jacobs?"
"Truce," they shook hands and Travis and Isabella smiled at each other then kissed, happy their love story ended happily.

And they lived happily ever after, The End.

The Presidental Primary Race Romance Part 3

Travis paced his room, trying to decide whether or not to call Isabella. Would she hate him like their fathers hated each other? Finally he decided to call her. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi, it's Travis."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be?"
"My father is your father's enemy, and I didn't tell you,"
"I didn't tell you who my father was either, so are you mad at me?"
"Of course not!"
"Ok then," she said.
"So... since that's settled. How would you feel about maybe, going out sometime?"
"Like on a date?" She asked.
"Yeah," Travis waited for her to say no.
"That would be cool, but we'd have to meet somewhere so our parents won't find out."
"Ok," Travis said excited. "How about this friday, we meet in the park down the street from the place we met?"
"That sounds great. See you then!" Isabella said, and hung up. Travis pumped his fist into the air.
Travis and Isabella had a great date, and many more after that. It wasn't long before they had fallen in love. They were on a date, walking through the park hand in hand, when suddenly there were flashes of a camera. The couple was not sure what that was from, and continued walking, talking, and laughing. Two days later, however, pictures of the two of them holding hands, and kissing was in all the gossip magazines. Isabella's father was outraged, and grounded her. He didn't take her cell phone away though, and Isabella called Travis. He too had gotten grounded.
"This is so unfair, just because our fathers don't get along, we can't see each other."
"It's kinda like Romeo and Juliet."
"Yeah, but I'm not killing myself over this, sorry."
"Hey, that gives me an idea!"
"What?"
"A Republican party party is coming up. If we both pretend to be sick, we'll have to stay home, but we'll sneak out and see each other."
"Ok, we'll meet in the park."
They carried out their plan a few days later, and it went perfectly. Their parents bought their sick act, and they went to meet at the park.

The Presidental Primary Race Romance Part 2

Travis and Isabella talked for a while until Carrie came back and joined their conversation. However a man came and told Carrie that her uncle wanted her and she left, leaving the two alone again. They talked, and talked.
"Do you have a cell phone?" Travis asked suddenly.
"Yeah," Isabella replied. "You?"
"Yeah," he took a deep breath. "Do you- do you mind, could I have uh... your number," he said nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, sure, that'll be cool," Isabella said smiling before naming off her number, and then Travis named off his, and they both entered the numbers into their phones.
"I'm...really glad you were here," Travis said hesitantly.
"Me too," Isabella said, also hesitantly not used to speaking her feelings, especially not to a guy.
"You're....amazing" he smiled at her, a half, crooked smile. The smile warmed Isabella's heart.
"You're not so bad yourself," Isabella said, smiling shyly back at him. Before she knew what was happening, Travis had leaned forward kissed her, and drew back. His face and turned a pinkish color, and he looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't have done that, we just met, I felt compelled to and I'm sorry."
"That's ok," Isabella said. It was more than ok, it was her first kiss. She smiled at him, to let him know she meant it.
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
"Cool," He sighed with obvious relief. "So... do you..." He didn't get to say anymore because Isabella's dad came over from one side, and Lance Bentley came over from the other. Seeing the other they both grew angry.
"You!" They said at the same time.
"What is your son doing talking to my daughter?" David asked, gripping Isabella's shoulders.
"What is your daughter doing talking to my son?" Lance asked, gripping Travis' shoulders.
Travis and Isabella just looked at each other, disappointed at this find. The two fathers led their children away, but Travis and Isabella both turned back to catch each others eye one last time.

The Presidental Primary Race Romance

Isabella Jacobs smiled for the cameras, though they most likely weren't focused on her, but her dad. Her dad, David Jacobs was one of the three hopefuls for the republican primary candidate. Right now he was making a speech. Isabella was sitting in the front row of the audience in between her mom, Jessica, and little brother, Harry. All were dressed in their best. Isabella had on a blue business suit with a skirt and a bun, both of which she hated and felt uncomfortable with. Harry was also squirming in his suit and tie. Her father, the last one to make a speech, finished and they broke to go have a party.
"Mom, can I pleeeease go change?" Isabella begged.
"Ok, take your brother to go get his clothes from the car." Isabella took her brother's hand, and the car keys, and went out to her parent's car and got the two bags of casual clothes.

Fifteen minutes later Isabella emerged from the bathroom in jeans, a light sweater and converse. Her brother was waiting for her, also changed. She brought him to her parents and went back out to the car. She dropped the clothes off at the car and started to head back to the hall where all the republican big shots where. She walked slowly because she really didn't want to go back. She knew no one her own age. When she had almost reached the building she saw the cutest guy ever. He had black hair that covered his ears and green eyes. He wore a black tee and blue jeans. He looked over a her, and Isabella smiled, but then a pretty redhead with green eyes came up to him. Isabella's smile faded and she hurried into the hall.

She was standing over by a plant, trying to hide from the crowd as she snacked.
"Hey," someone said suddenly. Isabella whirled around to see the cute black-haired guy and the pretty redhead.
"Hi,"
"I'm Travis and this is Carrie."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella," she smiled shyly at both of them.
"Nice to meet you, do you often come to these parties?" Carrie asked.
"Yes, I know one of the nominees," Isabella had learned that when she would meet new people, she should keep who her father was a secret.
"Us too, well, I think I'll go mingle. I'll be back soon. Great to met you Isabella, we should hang out during these boring things," Carrie said smiling before she left.

Travis would get Carrie back for leaving him with Isabella. They both stood in silence. Travis wondered which candidate she was close to. He hoped that it wasn't David Jacobs. Travis' father was Lance Bentley, another candidate was practically sworn enemies with David Jacobs. Sure they were nice to each other in front of the cameras, but off cameras they hated each other. He shook himself from his thoughts and focused on the pretty brunette in front of him.
"So," he said.
"So."
"Well this is awkward. How old are you?"
"17, you"
"18."
"Cool, can you drive?"
"Yep."
"I'm not driving yet, I can't wait to."
"It's a blast, you'll enjoy it once you can drive. What's your favorite hobby?"
"Drawing, painting, and reading, what about you?"
"I like painting and reading too, i also play the guitar."
"That's cool. I love listening to music, but can't play anything."
"What's your favorite band?"
"Emery, and a lot of other ones."
"They're cool, I like them too. What's your favorite books?"
"I like Pride and Prejudice, but my favorites have to be Twilight and Breaking Dawn."
"Carrie read those, she absolutely loves Edward," Isabella smiled.
"So do I, I think every female who reads the book loves him," Travis smiled too. He would have to thank Carrie for leaving him alone with this awesome girl.

Summer is offically over

School starts tomorrow
Oh what a joy
School starts tomorrow
Great, loads of work to do
School starts tomorrow
No more sleeping in late
School starts tomorrow
I just can't wait
School starts tomorrow
I can't contain my excitement
School starts tomorrow
I hate it.

Untitled

She sits staring out the window as the world passes by
She sits and then she starts to cry
thinking of past days

She promises to think no more of the past
She promises those days will away be cast
for she survived

She dreams of better times to happen yet
She dreams of all the people she has met
and of those she will meet

She hopes for a better 'morrow
She hopes for no more sorrow
Happiness is on the horizon

Love

Love comes softly in the night
or as a wave with great might
Once it comes it stays with you
no matter what you do

Dark Knight <3

OMG! I went to go see the Dark Knight EVERYONE GO SEE IT!!!! I give it four and a half stars- five stars. It was kinda creepy seeing the late Heath Ledger as the joker, when he's dead, but he was a terrific actor. The movie was long, but you weren't thinking "Oh when are they going to end this stupid movie." It had a great plot, though sometimes a bit predictable, but there are also some unexpected twists. It had a good moral, and was filed well. Also Batman is really cute! Lol ;) SO GO SEE IT!

Kidnapped Part 6

Pearl made it a couple feet before she was tackled again. Her kidnapper turned her around to face him. He punched her in the face. Pearl screamed in pain. He punched her again, this time in the stomach. Pearl screamed again. He kept punching her. Pearl tried to fight back, but it wasn't working. Her kidnapper kept hitting her, she felt the bruises and the blood that flowed from her mouth. Suddenly a new voice was heard.
"What's going on here?" Pearl's kidnapper moved to see from whom the voice came from. Pearl also got a look. It was a cop. Thank goodness, Pearl thought.
"Oh nothing," the kidnapper said.
"It looks like something," the police officer said. "Miss are you ok?"
"No! He kidnapped me, and now he's beating me up!"
"Shut up," Pearl's kidnapper hissed.
"Sir, would you come with me? And ma'am let's get you home."

The doorbell rang in the Edwards' house. Alan, Tana, and Fred were still there, waiting for another call from Pearl or her kidnapper. Mrs. Edwards headed for the door, she and her husband were trying to get together the money. She opened the door and screamed. Everyone rushed to the door. There stood Pearl with a police man, and a man in handcuffs. Pearl was surrounded with hugs in seconds. Her mother and father smothered her in kisses. Tana and Fred caught her in the middle of a hug sandwich. Alan also gave Pearl a big hug.
"Pearl, you're home, thank goodness!" Mrs. Edwards said.
"Yes, this man is her kidnapper. " The cop said.
"You_" Mr. Edwards issued a string of profanities, but the kidnapper only rolled his eyes.
"Come on, time to take you downtown," the cop said taking the kidnapper said, taking the kidnapper by the arm and pulling him to the cop car. Pearl went inside and told about her adventure, glad to be home.


THE END

Kidnapped Part 5

"Alan?" Pearl said gripping the pay phone.
"Pearl! I'm here_" his voice was cut off and her mother's voice was heard.
"Pearl, honey, are you there?"
"Mom? Is that you?" Pearl looked over her shoulder, her kidnapper had an evil smile.
"Yes, honey are you alright, are you ok? Are you warm enough?"
"Yes mom," Pearl said, not able to keep from rolling her eyes.
"Good, is your kidnapper treating you well?" Came her dad's voice.
"Well enough"
"Listen, we're getting the ten thousand, tell him we're getting it," Pearl sighed with relief,she was going to be free! Pearl turned around and told him.
"Good, hang up."
"I have to go," she said.
"Wait honey," said her mom. "I love you, and we're coming for you, don't_" the phone was ripped from Pearl's hands, cutting her mother off mid-sentence, but Pearl had heard enough. Ever since she had refused to go to law school, following her mother's footsteps, her mother hadn't said "I Love You". She had to try and escape.
"Get in the car."
"uh.. I have to go to the bathroom," Pearl said pointing to the convenience store behind them.
"Make it quick," Her kidnapper said rolling his eyes. He followed her into the store and roamed the shelfs. Pearl went into the bathroom and locked the door. Just as she had hoped it had a small window. She climbed on top of the toilet, and tried to open the window. It didn't work. She opened her purse that her kidnapper had let her keep. In it was her small pocket-knife. Since she was an only child when she was younger her father took her camping, fishing, and all kinds of father-son activities including getting her her own pocket-knife. She picked one of the knives and worked away at the window.

Soon the window came away, and Pearl put it on the floor, quietly. She then hoisted herself unto the window ledge. She then shimmied her way out the window. She made it with a few scratches and bruises. She dropped down onto the ground. She then ran, ran down the road hoping to meet someone, anyone. She had run for a while, when she was tackled.
"Thought you could run away from me," her kidnapper said. Pinning her arms behind her. Pearl screamed. "No one can hear you," he laughed. Pearl kicked, screamed, yelled, and tried to bite him. Her kidnapper hauled her to her feet. Pearl kicked her foot back, hitting him where it hurts. He groaned and the tension loosened on her arms. Pearl turned around and punched him, and ran.

to be continued.....

Kidnapped Part 4

The three friends traveled until 10:00 A.M. to reach Pearl's parents' house. It was very big, for the Edwards were rich people. They walked up the walkway and nervously rang the doorbell. The door was soon opened by a woman with graying hair and brown eyes behind black glasses.
"Hello? How May I help you?"
"Hello Mrs. Edwards," Tana said. "Remember me, Tana, Pearl's friend?"
"Oh yes how nice to see you again," Mrs. Edwards said, but looked as if it was anything but.
"This is Alan and Fred, other friends of Pearl."
"Oh, nice to meet you too, would you like to come in?"
"Yes, we uh... have some bad news."

"Pearl's been kidnapped?"
"Yes," Alan said. "Last night, the police tried calling you, but couldn't reach you."
"Honey, I'm home," came a man's voice from the front door. Soon a man with gray hair and the same blue eyes as Pearl. "Oh I didn't know you had visitors."
"Paul, sit down," Mrs. Edwards said, and her husband complied. "Paul, Pearl's been kidnapped."
"What? By who? Why?"
"The police haven't found out who, but the kidnapper called and said he kidnapped her because he knew you were rich. He wants ten thousand dollars in three days."
"What?! Who does that man think he is? That..." Paul started issuing a string of profanities, swearing at the kidnapper, where ever he was.
"We have to do what he says. Even though Pearl disappointed us with not going to law school, and hasn't talked to us much after that, she's still our daughter," Mrs. Edwards said.
"Well of course," Mr. Edwards agreed. Just then Alan's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Alan?"
"It's Pearl."

Kidnapped Part 3

"Alan?" Pearl said into the phone, gripping it as if she was gripping him.
"Pearl, where are you? Are you ok? What happened?" Alan asked, Pearl could hear the worry in his voice. She looked at her masked captor. Who held up the gun to her face and nodded. Pearl started to say exactly as he had told her to say, she knew what the consequences would be if she didn't.
"Alan, I've been kidnapped. I'm safe, but he wants ten thousand dollars for my return."
"Ten thousand?!!!!" Alan shouted. Suddenly another voice came over the phone.
"Miss Edwards, my name is Officer Griffin. Where are you?"
"I can't say," Pearl said looking at the gun nervously. "Put Alan back on," after a moment she heard Alan's voice again.
"Pearl? Ten thousand dollars? Where does he think we'll get that money? Put him on the phone." Pearl held out the phone for him, and he took it keeping the gun on her. He put the phone on speaker.
"Hello?" he said.
"Why Pearl?" Alan asked simply.
"Her family has money, I know that,"
"She doesn't talk to them anymore,"
"Well that's not my problem. If you don't come up with the money by this time Monday, you'll never see Pearl again," he ended the call, and threw the phone outside of the van. He gagged Pearl again, got in the front seat and drove off.

Alan stared at phone in his hand. The call ended so suddenly, he never got to speak to Pearl again.
"What happened? What did he say?" Fred asked coming up along with Tana.
"We have three days to come up with ten thousand dollars," Alan said simply, putting the phone in his pocket.
"Ten thousand dollars in three days????!!!!" Tana exclaimed. "How are we going to do that?"
"We have to go to her parents."
"Oh great," Fred sighed.

to be continued.....

Kidnapped Part 2

Alan waited for the doorbell, Tana and Fred laughed at his tension.
"Don't worry," they said. "She's only a bit late, she'll come she hasn't missed one yet." Yet as they finished the first movie and put in the second, they started to worry.
"Did you call her cell phone?" Tana asked Alan.
"Only five times, left messages, and called her house five times also," Alan replied.
"Shouldn't we call the police?" Fred asked.
"They won't do anything," said Alan.
"Where was she when she last called?" Fred asked.
"The parking lot of the care center," the care center was where she worked.
"Well let's go there, maybe she had car trouble or something," Fred suggested. They piled into the car and drove off to the care center. They arrived there in a half hour. They found her car there, locked, and she was nowhere in sight. That's when they called the police.

The police arrived at the scene within minutes, responding to the 911 call they received. Officer Griffin approached the group of three clustered together by the car.
"Now what exaltedly happened here?" he asked. One man, a man with brown hair to just below his ears, blue eyes, and wearing a black t-shirt and jeans came up to him immediately.
"Hey," Officer Griffin said. "What's the problem here."
"My... friend Pearl Edwards, was supposed to meet at his house," he said pointing to a black-haired man comforting a red-headed girl both wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "She called me at around 7:00, saying she was to be there soon. She hung up. It's only a half hour to Fred's house (the man over there). Yet she never showed up, I called her many times but she never picked up. After two hours we investigated. We came here and her car was here but she wasn't."
The officer nodded.
"Any idea where she could possibly be?"
"No, she would have called, she knows we would worry," Just then his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID.
"It's Pearl," he told everyone.

to be continued....

Kidnapped Part 1

Pearl walked to her car, while talking on her cell phone to her friend Alan.
"Ok, ok I'll be there soon, start popping that popcorn," She said before hanging up. Every Friday night Alan, Tana and Fred (other very good friends), and Pearl would have a movie marathon. They had done so since middle school. Pearl fumbled inside her purse for her car keys, she had just found them when something was stuck into her back.
"Don't move, don't speak," a gruff voice said. "I have a gun and I will shoot. Now will you cooperate?" Pearl nodded and he continued speaking. "Ok now walk forward slowly and don't try anything stupid." Pearl does so and soon reaches a white unmarked van. "Get in," the man said. Pearl fearfully obeyed. Once in the man followed. He tied her up and gagged her, and that was the last thing she remembered.

The Lord came a-Knockin'

The Lord Jesus Christ came a knockin' one day
Upon the heart of a man gone astray.
The man answered gruff,
"I want to stay will all my stuff,"
said he to the Lord "Go away.
I don't need you today."
The next day Jesus came back
Hoping sense the man didn't lack
He knocked again with the same request
"Let me into your heart and be the best,"
but the Lord received the same reply.
"Too busy am I,"
said he. "Go away
I don't need you today."
The following day the man ended up sick, and on his death bed he lay.
"Lord I need you, help I say."
In his heart he opened the door,
but the Lord was there no more.
The man shouted out for he.
Then came the Lord's reply "You called me?"
"I thought you left, gone for good."
"Never will, never would
do you know now what you should
do? Repent and start anew."
"I can change Lord, please don't let me go out like this.
I was wrong, it's you I miss.
I don't need anything but you,
I know now that is true."
The Lord smiled and the man's heart he entered in,
on the man's face came a grin.
He told anyone in the hospital who would listen,
how he just became a Christian.
With his last breath he told the news
how with God in your heart you couldn't lose."

Choosing...

I am at an impasse between darkness and light
what is wrong and what is right.
A man stands in front of me and one behind.
The one in back wants to rule my mind, the other seems very kind.
I still can't decide
with whom do I abide?
The man in darkness, Satan, he is
says to the other that I am his.
Satan tell of past things I've done.
The other, God, He's called, says that's why He sent His son.
If I believe that what He says is true,
He'll forgive what I do,
as long as I say I'm sorry, and won't do it twice
He promises it will be very nice.
Satan yells and pouts
"She is mine," he shouts.
God smiled, "She can choose," said he.
"Yes," Satan says. "Who to go with you or me."
Satan thinks I will come to Him
and tries to make me cater to his whim.
"See here," he says to me. "Remember the fun sinning, how happy you were,
you won't have fun with him for sure."
I do remember the fun I had.
How I was, it made me sad
I had no respect for God, I saw
I didn't listen to his law.
I knew now what was wrong and what was good
and knew I had to do what I should.
"Satan," I said to my former friend.
"This is the end.
I learned my lesson, that is true,
and I am done with you
I believe in Jesus, God's only son
and he is the only one
to help me to get God's love and kindness,
something I miss.
I need it to complete me
He's the only way, now I see."
Satan begged me to stay,
at least for one more day.
I said "No way, no how.
I have to leave right now."
I stepped out of darkness into light
from wrong to right.
I am now God's daughter through the blood of Jesus Christ His son,
one day all will see that God is the only one
that offers mercy, grace, kindness, and love,
He will fill your soul with the gift from above.

Poseidon

The sea was stormy and dark
not a man would embark
on a ship on a sea like this
for even the stupidest of seamen knew something was amiss
with Poseidon, the king of the sea
"Foolish mortals," said he.
"Do they think," he said with a sneer. "That they can escape me?
I will soon bring them back to the sea
And mine forever will they be."

The Ghost from the past

Percy Shelley awoke from unsettling dreams. He had seen Harriet, jumping into the Serpentine Lake in Hyde Park, with a rock tied to her leg. He saw her fall to the bottom. He knew she drowned. After waking, the terror he had felt was still acute. He glanced next to see his current wife, Mary Godwin. When he had met her he had courted her, as he usually did with most women. She however wanted to get married, and after Harriet, his wife, committed suicide, he felt compelled to propose. They had now been married but a year, and dreams like the one he just had were becoming steadily more frequent. Sometimes he felt as if he could feel Harriet's presence when he woke up, which was just nonsense.
The next night, when he awoke from the same dream. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, he got out of bed, careful not to disturb Mary. He didn't want to tell her about his dreams. He walked outside of their bedroom and into the hall. He softly walked around the whole house. Feeling better he walked back to his bedroom. As he was about to enter, a ghostly form started to appear. Starting as a ball of light, it grew until it took the form of a woman, namely Harriet.
"Percy," she moaned. "You betrayed me...betrayed me...why?" She then faded away. Percy, very calmly, walked past where his deceased wife had just stood and reentered his bedroom and went back to sleep.
The next morning he had been sure it was a dream, but that night and many following, he would wake from the same dream, walk around the house, and before reentering his bedroom, Harriet would appear and talk to him. Sometimes she would just moan "Why did you betray me?" However other times she yelled at Percy for marrying another woman so soon after his death, for courting Mary, and once she even threw a pot at him. Percy could no longer be convinced it was only a dream when in the morning, Mary asked about the broken pot. The only answer was to move away. He moved his family to a different place in England, hoping to leave the ghost of Harriet in their old house. The first weeks following their move were dream and ghost free. However the dreams and Harriet soon returned.
After they had been in their house a month, Percy, one night, awoke from the dream. He rushed out of the room and saw Harriet standing outside his door, an evil look on her face.
"Thought you could get rid of me that easily?" Percy took every bit of self-control not to slam the door shut, he just closed the door quietly. It would take more than a move of houses to rid himself of Harriet forever. Soon he moved his family to Italy, but the first night in their house in Venice, Harriet appeared after he woke up.
"You don't get it do you? Dear Percy, I'm going to take everything you have away from you." The next week, his youngest daughter died. Mary took the blow hard , and all the romance left their relationship. To make himself feel better he flirted with other women, but that only made Harriet come harder on him. He moved to Rome, she followed and his youngest son died, no doubt because of Harriet. He moved to Pisa, hoping this would be the last move, Mary was coming down hard on him for his restlessness, she didn't understand, no one did. After a short time there, Percy came home with Mary near dieing from a miscarriage, but Percy believed Harriet was behind it. Due to quick thinking, he was able to save her. After that he didn't hear from Harriet again. Thinking she had finally left, he felt safe to sail to Livono to visit Leigh Hunt. However after visiting with him, on the way back Harriet appeared, this time not after he awoke from a dream, but in the daytime when all the men on the boat could see her as she floated in the air.
"I told you, you couldn't get rid of me. Now you shall pay for betraying me," She held out her arms, her palms out turned towards the sky, her head tilted back, and yelled out. "Powers of Nature come to me!" Big, black clouds rolled in, fast. The water grew choppy, waves crashing into their little boat, and coming over the sides. The clouds now dropped big droplets of water, and claps of thunder were heard. A flash of lightning illuminated the pale form of Harriet.
"Now you shall die as I did," she said coldly. A bolt of lightning struck the mast and it caught fire, seemingly impossible their whole boat caught fire. The men ran around in chaos, trying to douse the flames, no one noticed the big wave that loomed menacingly over their boat. When Percy looked up it crashed down on their boat, drowning them all.
Above all this, Harriet looked on with a sorrowful composure.
"Percy, dear Percy, is only you hadn't betrayed me..."