Hey yall so yes this is my last post I might be getting a Myspace and then people will read it and I know people on there so hopefully I can set one of those up tomorrow. I won't make that one so confusing. Okay see yall not later i guess so goodbye yall!
~Laura
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Hey yall
So this is one of the sample pictures on my mom's computer and I guess every comptuer and it is so cool. Have yall ever seen it before? There's no real point I just thought it was so pretty.
OKay well I was gonna show yall this picture of my dog Starbuck but it's not working. oh well. Okay so I am so bored i have nothing to do but I'm not tired so if yall have any post ideas feel free to comment or e-mail me.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Music??
Okay yall I was trying to put some music on my blog and I found some but it said "It has illegal characters" and I can't get it to work even with the alternate code. Does anyone know how to put music on the blog?
Okay well never mind I figured it out. This song is called 'Bring Me To Life' and it's by a band called 'Evanescence'. Have yall ever heard this before? I like it a lot. To tell the truth it's the only song I actually know by them! I know like one line to the chorus of one of their other songs. Therre's a sight ( www.starlightmks.com ) that has a lot of stuff. Text boxes, music, cursors, backgrounds, and it's got like a million of everything and this girl is like 13 or 14 i think and she runs the sight 1) to give her somethign to do so she doesn't die of boredom and 2) to make stuff for peple to put on their pages. She's got everything, so yall should go look at it, it's awesome. If yall have any song requests I might be able to find them. just comment or e-mail me so I can look.
I got this from her site too!
I tell you, this site has everything!
Those are called pixel quotes. Gotta love those.
She also has this great article she wrote about labeling, and how obssesed people are about it, and how some people won't listen to certain usic because it's not "Punk". In the dictionary Punk is a young person, particularly one in a rebellious group. As that guy from "The Princess Bride", Aroyo Montoyo Corica Goroza Gonzalez Cortez or somthine like (you know, the sword fighting guy who's dad was killed and was gonna say My name is something, you killed my father, prepare to die?) said, "I don't think that word means what you think it means." And how did I get from labels to the princess bride? Anyway it's awesome and I really liked it, yall should read it. It's the left side under "Reads" and is called "Battle ofthe stupid labels".
Okay wel that's it right now, this is kind of my experimental blog to test all the new stuff. Most of it was made to be like a million times smaller, that's why it's kind of hard to read. Yall, go to her site if you get a chance! It's so awesome!
Okay well never mind I figured it out. This song is called 'Bring Me To Life' and it's by a band called 'Evanescence'. Have yall ever heard this before? I like it a lot. To tell the truth it's the only song I actually know by them! I know like one line to the chorus of one of their other songs. Therre's a sight ( www.starlightmks.com ) that has a lot of stuff. Text boxes, music, cursors, backgrounds, and it's got like a million of everything and this girl is like 13 or 14 i think and she runs the sight 1) to give her somethign to do so she doesn't die of boredom and 2) to make stuff for peple to put on their pages. She's got everything, so yall should go look at it, it's awesome. If yall have any song requests I might be able to find them. just comment or e-mail me so I can look.
I got this from her site too!
I tell you, this site has everything!
Those are called pixel quotes. Gotta love those.
She also has this great article she wrote about labeling, and how obssesed people are about it, and how some people won't listen to certain usic because it's not "Punk". In the dictionary Punk is a young person, particularly one in a rebellious group. As that guy from "The Princess Bride", Aroyo Montoyo Corica Goroza Gonzalez Cortez or somthine like (you know, the sword fighting guy who's dad was killed and was gonna say My name is something, you killed my father, prepare to die?) said, "I don't think that word means what you think it means." And how did I get from labels to the princess bride? Anyway it's awesome and I really liked it, yall should read it. It's the left side under "Reads" and is called "Battle ofthe stupid labels".
Okay wel that's it right now, this is kind of my experimental blog to test all the new stuff. Most of it was made to be like a million times smaller, that's why it's kind of hard to read. Yall, go to her site if you get a chance! It's so awesome!
Monday, September 11, 2006
To type or not to type... that is the question...
Hey yall (if there's actually anyone out there...)
Remember the piano recital I thought was next week? It's tomorrow night!! And I've only played the song about 21 times so there is no way I am going to be ready unless I practice pretty much non-stop until the rectial. great.
Okay so yet again I have nothing to do. My day at school wasn't even that interesting. I started with english. We read a story. Then I went to Computer Lit. We worked on making tables in microsoft word. Then I went to choir. We sang. Then I went to science. We read our science book. Then I went to to lunch. I had a mini pizza. Then I went to Spanish. We worked in our books. Then I went to history. We watched a history cartoon about the pilgrims. Then I went to math. We did a worksheet. I guess my life kind of fades into the background compared to all of Chris's ROTC excitement. They were playing soccer and he kicked his shoe onto the roof and they didn't have a tall enough ladder to get it down. He comes home without shoe, everyone laughs, he gets new shoes. I should try that sometime...just kidding.
okay so I guess my blog doesn't really have a point. My dad's blogs are funny and my mom's blogs are profound. My brother's blogs are about polotics. What are mine about? Having nothing to do. So why should you read my blog instead of someone else's? There's no good reason (feel free to disagree!). So. Therre we are then. I already ran out of stuff to talk about. Talk abotu a boring blog. I am so sorry, people. If there's actually anyone out there...but there couldn't be if..oh, never mind!
AARGH! 8th grade is so boring! In my english class there's this guy named Khris that I had to sit by and he was always talking saying some funny stuff one day I cracked up in the middle of "Raymond's Run". It was so funny, thank goodness no one heard me. Too bad I have to deal with it all through history and math...
Also in english I have to do ths autobiography that I'm supposed to keep until I'm like 70. I don't really think when I'm 70 I'll care what I was like when I was twelve, I'm just doing it so I can keep my A average. But who knows. I might be laying in my bed sick and wake up thinking, "I wonder what my neighborhood was like when I was twelve", or "I wonder what teachers I had in eighth grade". Am I the only one who sees the improbability of this idea? :-)
Yeah. Okay. I am so bored. 4 of our teachers all gave us major projects on friday but were very very vague about the details and they are all due either next monday or next friday and we are all panicking because we can't start working until we know what we are supposed to be doing.
Okay I am officialy taking a vote. Who thinks I should just give up on this blog? I'm pretty sure I killed it. It's so boring, I don't even come back and read what I write. Okay yall should all go look at Pastor Rob's blog. He has this hilarious video of these guys they are in a band and tehy couldn't afford to do a cideo with their company or producers or whatever so their sister took a video and lined up some treadmills and they have some AWESOME , HILARIOUS stuff! It is so cool! Right now it is the most watched video on the web and it only costed about $90. Coool, huh?
Okay if anyone out there has actually read the story I'm sorry about the spacing problem. I had to copy them all into Word and then copy them back and then delete all the old posts and it wasn't spaced right when I re did it so sorry
I really don't want to go through all the trouble unless someone's going to read it so I'll write the next chapter if yall want but someone has to comment or e-mail me so I know I'm not writing to nobody!
Okay see yall (if there is a yall) later
Oh yeah it's been over 14 posts since anyone has commented!
Laura
Remember the piano recital I thought was next week? It's tomorrow night!! And I've only played the song about 21 times so there is no way I am going to be ready unless I practice pretty much non-stop until the rectial. great.
Okay so yet again I have nothing to do. My day at school wasn't even that interesting. I started with english. We read a story. Then I went to Computer Lit. We worked on making tables in microsoft word. Then I went to choir. We sang. Then I went to science. We read our science book. Then I went to to lunch. I had a mini pizza. Then I went to Spanish. We worked in our books. Then I went to history. We watched a history cartoon about the pilgrims. Then I went to math. We did a worksheet. I guess my life kind of fades into the background compared to all of Chris's ROTC excitement. They were playing soccer and he kicked his shoe onto the roof and they didn't have a tall enough ladder to get it down. He comes home without shoe, everyone laughs, he gets new shoes. I should try that sometime...just kidding.
okay so I guess my blog doesn't really have a point. My dad's blogs are funny and my mom's blogs are profound. My brother's blogs are about polotics. What are mine about? Having nothing to do. So why should you read my blog instead of someone else's? There's no good reason (feel free to disagree!). So. Therre we are then. I already ran out of stuff to talk about. Talk abotu a boring blog. I am so sorry, people. If there's actually anyone out there...but there couldn't be if..oh, never mind!
AARGH! 8th grade is so boring! In my english class there's this guy named Khris that I had to sit by and he was always talking saying some funny stuff one day I cracked up in the middle of "Raymond's Run". It was so funny, thank goodness no one heard me. Too bad I have to deal with it all through history and math...
Also in english I have to do ths autobiography that I'm supposed to keep until I'm like 70. I don't really think when I'm 70 I'll care what I was like when I was twelve, I'm just doing it so I can keep my A average. But who knows. I might be laying in my bed sick and wake up thinking, "I wonder what my neighborhood was like when I was twelve", or "I wonder what teachers I had in eighth grade". Am I the only one who sees the improbability of this idea? :-)
Yeah. Okay. I am so bored. 4 of our teachers all gave us major projects on friday but were very very vague about the details and they are all due either next monday or next friday and we are all panicking because we can't start working until we know what we are supposed to be doing.
Okay I am officialy taking a vote. Who thinks I should just give up on this blog? I'm pretty sure I killed it. It's so boring, I don't even come back and read what I write. Okay yall should all go look at Pastor Rob's blog. He has this hilarious video of these guys they are in a band and tehy couldn't afford to do a cideo with their company or producers or whatever so their sister took a video and lined up some treadmills and they have some AWESOME , HILARIOUS stuff! It is so cool! Right now it is the most watched video on the web and it only costed about $90. Coool, huh?
Okay if anyone out there has actually read the story I'm sorry about the spacing problem. I had to copy them all into Word and then copy them back and then delete all the old posts and it wasn't spaced right when I re did it so sorry
I really don't want to go through all the trouble unless someone's going to read it so I'll write the next chapter if yall want but someone has to comment or e-mail me so I know I'm not writing to nobody!
Okay see yall (if there is a yall) later
Oh yeah it's been over 14 posts since anyone has commented!
Laura
Saturday, September 09, 2006
s o b o r e d . . .
Hey yall as you can tell by the title I am so bored! It's a little after eight and I have nothing to do. My brother has a friend over and my dad has two people over and they are playing music in the living room (my dad and his friends) or otherwise I'd probably be watching TV or a movie or something but anyway i have nothing to do! I'm sorry for disapointing yall with boring posts (if there's anyone actually reading this, which I think there isn't and I'm pretty sure no one reads this anyway so I can pretty much write anything and no one would care which is so awesome! I can talk about nothing all day. Who would care? No one reads this anyway. Meaning I'm writing to nobody. But wait... how can I say 'sorry for disapointing yall' when there is no yall to disapoint? This is awesome!!) but there's not really anything to write about. Every day is pretty much the same. If I had something to write, trust me, I would, But I don't, so I can't. Sad, huh? I'm only in eight grade and I already have nothing to do. So I guess I will debate something with myself. I wonder who will win. This is a win lose situation anyway...
Okay so have yall people ever noticed how some adults are mad at teenagers? They look down on them just because 1) they're younger and 2) they think most of the stuff teenagers are into is wrong. They say "Those kids! Can you believe the music today? Can you believe the clothes today? Can you believe the (insert random thing here) today?" And I do agree that a lot of music and clothes out there are just pure trash but sitll, sometimes they write off a whole group or something just by something one person did. Like writing off all rock music just because of something one band did. Or writing off all pop or whatever because of Britanny Spears and Jessica simpson. Or... well, you get the point. Anyway I think that's really messed up because not all rock bands are bad. Not all rappers are bad, and not al pop singers are trashy. There's rock bands like Thousand Foot Krutch and rappers like G.R.I.T.S. and pop singers like Stacie Orrico that they've probably never heard of but won't listen to because it is the type of music that it is. But one thing I guess they don't remember is that their parents did the same thing to them. They thought that all kinds of things that their kids did was wrong. Every generation gets worse and worse and worse and every generation some parents look down on their kid's music and clothes and say it's bad or it's wrong, and every generation it's exactly the same. The parents say it's wrong but the kids get mad because the parents don't get it. Not all parents, I'm just talking about the ones who do. I know there's a whole lot of parents who aren't like that at all so don't think I'm trying to put down parents I'm just saying that sometimes adults need to work on having a more open mind about things.
Okay well taht's my opinion for the day and it's a little crazy but that's okay because no one reads this and it'll just sit there collecting dust until I tell someone it's here.
See yall later
~~Laura
Okay so have yall people ever noticed how some adults are mad at teenagers? They look down on them just because 1) they're younger and 2) they think most of the stuff teenagers are into is wrong. They say "Those kids! Can you believe the music today? Can you believe the clothes today? Can you believe the (insert random thing here) today?" And I do agree that a lot of music and clothes out there are just pure trash but sitll, sometimes they write off a whole group or something just by something one person did. Like writing off all rock music just because of something one band did. Or writing off all pop or whatever because of Britanny Spears and Jessica simpson. Or... well, you get the point. Anyway I think that's really messed up because not all rock bands are bad. Not all rappers are bad, and not al pop singers are trashy. There's rock bands like Thousand Foot Krutch and rappers like G.R.I.T.S. and pop singers like Stacie Orrico that they've probably never heard of but won't listen to because it is the type of music that it is. But one thing I guess they don't remember is that their parents did the same thing to them. They thought that all kinds of things that their kids did was wrong. Every generation gets worse and worse and worse and every generation some parents look down on their kid's music and clothes and say it's bad or it's wrong, and every generation it's exactly the same. The parents say it's wrong but the kids get mad because the parents don't get it. Not all parents, I'm just talking about the ones who do. I know there's a whole lot of parents who aren't like that at all so don't think I'm trying to put down parents I'm just saying that sometimes adults need to work on having a more open mind about things.
Okay well taht's my opinion for the day and it's a little crazy but that's okay because no one reads this and it'll just sit there collecting dust until I tell someone it's here.
See yall later
~~Laura
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Chapter 10b-Aqua meets Martha
CHAPTER 10 B-AQUA MEETS MARTHA
Just keep going, she though. She had a long way to go, the sharks still playing with her feet. SHe tried to swim without moving them. Looking down, she saw one of the sharks farther out swimming toward her a lot faster than she was moving! She picked up her pace, hoping the sharks under her wouldn't mind. She swam past a part of the water that was really red, and it looked like the sharks had already gotten to some other bird or fish. Maybe that's why they weren't biting her yet. The one that was farther out caught up with her and grabbed onto her foot, and pain went searing through her body and she felt as if her leg had been ripped off! Blood came up out of the water and she knew that he was still holding on. She screamed as loud as she could but no one could hear her! She was still too far out! More blood kept coming, and even though the shark had let go she couldn't move her leg. It hurt way too much, but she blinked back the tears and kept going, still screaming! More sharks gathered around her, running into each other, attracted by the smell of the blood. Right as they were about to attack, everything froze! The waves stopped in mid-air. The sharks froze. Aqua turned her head to make sure she was still alive. Farther out in the water she saw something coming towards her. It wasn't swimming, it wasn't walking on water, it was floating on top of it! It had a weird purple glow to it. As it came closer she saw that it was an old woman, sitting with her legs crossed and floating a foot above the water. she stopped right in front of Aqua, one hand behind her back. The reflection on the water was that of something shiny, but Aqua couldn't make it out. The gypsy looking lady held out her other hand, but Aqua didn't shake it, just eyed it warily. "What is going on? And what are you, some kind of sorceror?" "Oh, of course not.," The old lady said. "Consider me a friend. A friend with a very benefitial deal to both of us. You see, I didn't stop all of this. You did." Aqua looked at her like she had just said that aliens were real. Hehe. "I know you're scared, why don't you let me explain? You see, you have a power. The power to control water, and anything in it. And, when I'm here, anything it touches," she said, gesturing towards the rest of the beach. " Now let's get back to that mutally beneficial deal I was talking about. Your power. You have it, I want it. Well, let me elaborate. It is written in the laws of this land that no one person shall have total control over any thing that involves other people. Water involoves everyone, and you control it, therefore you are breaking the ancient laws juist by bieng alive." "I've never heard that law before," Aqua said, still not trusting this wierd lady. " Yes, well, few people have," she said quickly. "The important thing is that it's there. And you're breaking it by bieng here. My proposition is that I rule it with you. You would need to come back with me to do the partial transfer, but then, together, we would be invincible. You've never been able to use your powers on your own, but the minute I show up, look what you can do!" She said, guesturing to everything around t hem again.
"No way! How do I know your not just going to steal my power all together?"
"You don't. You just have to trust me," she said, with a strange look in her eye.
"I don't think so! You sww, Trust is a beautiful thing. You can keep it, or you can throw it out the window..." Aqua said, then, mustering up all the strength she could, set the beach back in motion (except for the sharks, of course). She swam as fast as she could while only moving one leg back to the beach, not looking back. She crawled onto the shore and yelled for her parents. _______________________________________________________
Just keep going, she though. She had a long way to go, the sharks still playing with her feet. SHe tried to swim without moving them. Looking down, she saw one of the sharks farther out swimming toward her a lot faster than she was moving! She picked up her pace, hoping the sharks under her wouldn't mind. She swam past a part of the water that was really red, and it looked like the sharks had already gotten to some other bird or fish. Maybe that's why they weren't biting her yet. The one that was farther out caught up with her and grabbed onto her foot, and pain went searing through her body and she felt as if her leg had been ripped off! Blood came up out of the water and she knew that he was still holding on. She screamed as loud as she could but no one could hear her! She was still too far out! More blood kept coming, and even though the shark had let go she couldn't move her leg. It hurt way too much, but she blinked back the tears and kept going, still screaming! More sharks gathered around her, running into each other, attracted by the smell of the blood. Right as they were about to attack, everything froze! The waves stopped in mid-air. The sharks froze. Aqua turned her head to make sure she was still alive. Farther out in the water she saw something coming towards her. It wasn't swimming, it wasn't walking on water, it was floating on top of it! It had a weird purple glow to it. As it came closer she saw that it was an old woman, sitting with her legs crossed and floating a foot above the water. she stopped right in front of Aqua, one hand behind her back. The reflection on the water was that of something shiny, but Aqua couldn't make it out. The gypsy looking lady held out her other hand, but Aqua didn't shake it, just eyed it warily. "What is going on? And what are you, some kind of sorceror?" "Oh, of course not.," The old lady said. "Consider me a friend. A friend with a very benefitial deal to both of us. You see, I didn't stop all of this. You did." Aqua looked at her like she had just said that aliens were real. Hehe. "I know you're scared, why don't you let me explain? You see, you have a power. The power to control water, and anything in it. And, when I'm here, anything it touches," she said, gesturing towards the rest of the beach. " Now let's get back to that mutally beneficial deal I was talking about. Your power. You have it, I want it. Well, let me elaborate. It is written in the laws of this land that no one person shall have total control over any thing that involves other people. Water involoves everyone, and you control it, therefore you are breaking the ancient laws juist by bieng alive." "I've never heard that law before," Aqua said, still not trusting this wierd lady. " Yes, well, few people have," she said quickly. "The important thing is that it's there. And you're breaking it by bieng here. My proposition is that I rule it with you. You would need to come back with me to do the partial transfer, but then, together, we would be invincible. You've never been able to use your powers on your own, but the minute I show up, look what you can do!" She said, guesturing to everything around t hem again.
"No way! How do I know your not just going to steal my power all together?"
"You don't. You just have to trust me," she said, with a strange look in her eye.
"I don't think so! You sww, Trust is a beautiful thing. You can keep it, or you can throw it out the window..." Aqua said, then, mustering up all the strength she could, set the beach back in motion (except for the sharks, of course). She swam as fast as she could while only moving one leg back to the beach, not looking back. She crawled onto the shore and yelled for her parents. _______________________________________________________
Chapter 10a= Shark Attack
CHAPTER 10 A- SHARK ATTACK
Aqua looked around the beach. It was almost deserted. The only other people there were her parents, who she had left over on the other side of the beach so she could hunt for shark's teeth and sea shells, so she could sell them at her school. Not having any luck, she decided to wade around in the water. She waded in up to her waist, then looked around her hunting for any 'hidden treasures' that might want to show up. Walking in a little further, she felt something brush against her feet. She jumped, then felt silly, because it was just a little tadpole. She waded in until the water was just below her shoulders. Something was wrong... a few seconds ago the beach was alive with birds and bugs and all sorts of things, but now she couldn't heatr anything. The seagulls had stopped their songs, and all the little tadpoles had vacated the area. There were no birds on the beach digging in the sand, no pellicans flying over her head. A cool breeze swept flew the beach. Starting to get chills, she started to wade back towards the sand. She hadn't made it very far when her foot slipped and she was caught in the current, whipped way out past where she was supposed to be. And she didn't know how to swim very well. She tried to dog-paddle back to the shore, but something brushed against her foot. This water was almost 20 feet deep-there was no way it could be a tadpole. She looked down and saw a big, dark form swimming under her. she looked farther out and saw a few fins sticking up from the water. She could hear the music from Jaws playing in her head, faster and faster. More of the dark bodies swam toward her, some diving under and nudging her feet. She knew she was in trouble! She had heard that you weren't supposed to scare the sharks or they would attack, so she tried as hard as she could not to scream as she started inching back through the water that separated her from the shore.
Aqua looked around the beach. It was almost deserted. The only other people there were her parents, who she had left over on the other side of the beach so she could hunt for shark's teeth and sea shells, so she could sell them at her school. Not having any luck, she decided to wade around in the water. She waded in up to her waist, then looked around her hunting for any 'hidden treasures' that might want to show up. Walking in a little further, she felt something brush against her feet. She jumped, then felt silly, because it was just a little tadpole. She waded in until the water was just below her shoulders. Something was wrong... a few seconds ago the beach was alive with birds and bugs and all sorts of things, but now she couldn't heatr anything. The seagulls had stopped their songs, and all the little tadpoles had vacated the area. There were no birds on the beach digging in the sand, no pellicans flying over her head. A cool breeze swept flew the beach. Starting to get chills, she started to wade back towards the sand. She hadn't made it very far when her foot slipped and she was caught in the current, whipped way out past where she was supposed to be. And she didn't know how to swim very well. She tried to dog-paddle back to the shore, but something brushed against her foot. This water was almost 20 feet deep-there was no way it could be a tadpole. She looked down and saw a big, dark form swimming under her. she looked farther out and saw a few fins sticking up from the water. She could hear the music from Jaws playing in her head, faster and faster. More of the dark bodies swam toward her, some diving under and nudging her feet. She knew she was in trouble! She had heard that you weren't supposed to scare the sharks or they would attack, so she tried as hard as she could not to scream as she started inching back through the water that separated her from the shore.
Chapter 11- Martha Returns
CHAPTER 11-MARTHA RETURNS
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Red sat on her bed, blasting Thousand Foot Krutch, her favorite rock band, through the sterio. Hearing a whine outside the door, she opened it to let in Captain. He was a very prissy dog. He had white fluffy fur, liked to chew on ice, and would cross his front paws whenever he laid down. If you stopped petting him before he was done with you, he would force his dainty little snout under your hand and snort at you. He hopped up on the bed, laying his head on the little red pillow with the crown on it like he was royalty.
After a few minutes of contentedly being petted, he heard something. He perked up his ears, cocked his head, and started whining. He ran to the windowsill and climbed up on it like a cat, and then started barking at something outside the window. He started growing and scratching, like something was right outside.
'That's crazy,' Red thought. 'I'm on the second floor. You'd have to be a ghost to be out there...'
More barking, more whining, more scratching. He suddenly fell backwards with a yelp as if he had just been hit my something big, then ran to the closed door. He jumped and scratched and barked, then ran to Red. He ran his paws over her jeans, almost scratching her. He whined and whined, still barking, obviously upset, as if screaming 'GET OUT! GET OUT NOW WHILE YOU STILL CAN!'
Red jumped up from her bed, running to the door. She opened it and Captain ran out. A strong wind blew through the room, and the door slammed shut before she could leave. The lights flickered before going out completely. The room started shaking and the sky turned black, revealing an old woman sitting on air right outside her window. She had bangles and bracelets and colorful scarves and big hoop earings and a colorful bandana around her head. she looked like a fortune-teller meets gypsie type of thing. She was giving off a wierd glow, a mix of sliver and purple. She was actually glowing!
"Hello, Red. Oh my, you look so much like your mother."
She floated forward menacingly. She pulled a knife out and held it secretly behind her back.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Martha..."
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Red shrank back into a corner by the dresser. Who in the world is Martha? Martha floated through the window into the room. Red tried to scream but it stuck in her throat, taunting her. Martha laughed. "Oh, Reeeed, deeeaaad...I meeeaaan, deeeaaar.... There's no reeeaaason to be afraid of meeee. I want to talk to you, heeeelp you uncover your past. Pleeeeaaaase, come back with meeeee! Weeeee reeeeaaaally could be the beeeeest of friends." she said with a very heavy accent. "No! Whatever you are, I'm not going with you!" "I thought you might say that." She pulled the knife from behind her back. "One scream and this goes right through you, okay? I suggest you come quietly. You know how much damage this knife would suffer from piercing your little heart?" "How much?" Red asked, trying to hide her fear. "None whatsoeeeeeveeeeer." Red let out a yelp and shrank farther back into her corner as Martha came closer, closer, closer. She put out a hand to stop her. Out of nowhere a bolt of fire shot through her, sending Martha reeling back through the window. Martha looked down at her singed purple dress and her half-melted bangles. "No!" she screamed. "No no no! Eeeeeverythiiiiing is ruined!" She turned to Red "Surprised? So am I. How did you do that?" she snarled. "I don't know!" Red replied. "Oh well. No matter how you did it. What matters is that you tell NO ONE! Not eeeeven your friends." Like that's gonna happen, Red thought. They were the first ones she planned on telling. "You are going to neeeeed help controlliiiiing this fire, eh? When you do, come seeeee meeee." She pointed to the bed where a little card appeared in a purple puff of smoke, then turned and flew away.
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Red sat on her bed, blasting Thousand Foot Krutch, her favorite rock band, through the sterio. Hearing a whine outside the door, she opened it to let in Captain. He was a very prissy dog. He had white fluffy fur, liked to chew on ice, and would cross his front paws whenever he laid down. If you stopped petting him before he was done with you, he would force his dainty little snout under your hand and snort at you. He hopped up on the bed, laying his head on the little red pillow with the crown on it like he was royalty.
After a few minutes of contentedly being petted, he heard something. He perked up his ears, cocked his head, and started whining. He ran to the windowsill and climbed up on it like a cat, and then started barking at something outside the window. He started growing and scratching, like something was right outside.
'That's crazy,' Red thought. 'I'm on the second floor. You'd have to be a ghost to be out there...'
More barking, more whining, more scratching. He suddenly fell backwards with a yelp as if he had just been hit my something big, then ran to the closed door. He jumped and scratched and barked, then ran to Red. He ran his paws over her jeans, almost scratching her. He whined and whined, still barking, obviously upset, as if screaming 'GET OUT! GET OUT NOW WHILE YOU STILL CAN!'
Red jumped up from her bed, running to the door. She opened it and Captain ran out. A strong wind blew through the room, and the door slammed shut before she could leave. The lights flickered before going out completely. The room started shaking and the sky turned black, revealing an old woman sitting on air right outside her window. She had bangles and bracelets and colorful scarves and big hoop earings and a colorful bandana around her head. she looked like a fortune-teller meets gypsie type of thing. She was giving off a wierd glow, a mix of sliver and purple. She was actually glowing!
"Hello, Red. Oh my, you look so much like your mother."
She floated forward menacingly. She pulled a knife out and held it secretly behind her back.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Martha..."
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Red shrank back into a corner by the dresser. Who in the world is Martha? Martha floated through the window into the room. Red tried to scream but it stuck in her throat, taunting her. Martha laughed. "Oh, Reeeed, deeeaaad...I meeeaaan, deeeaaar.... There's no reeeaaason to be afraid of meeee. I want to talk to you, heeeelp you uncover your past. Pleeeeaaaase, come back with meeeee! Weeeee reeeeaaaally could be the beeeeest of friends." she said with a very heavy accent. "No! Whatever you are, I'm not going with you!" "I thought you might say that." She pulled the knife from behind her back. "One scream and this goes right through you, okay? I suggest you come quietly. You know how much damage this knife would suffer from piercing your little heart?" "How much?" Red asked, trying to hide her fear. "None whatsoeeeeeveeeeer." Red let out a yelp and shrank farther back into her corner as Martha came closer, closer, closer. She put out a hand to stop her. Out of nowhere a bolt of fire shot through her, sending Martha reeling back through the window. Martha looked down at her singed purple dress and her half-melted bangles. "No!" she screamed. "No no no! Eeeeeverythiiiiing is ruined!" She turned to Red "Surprised? So am I. How did you do that?" she snarled. "I don't know!" Red replied. "Oh well. No matter how you did it. What matters is that you tell NO ONE! Not eeeeven your friends." Like that's gonna happen, Red thought. They were the first ones she planned on telling. "You are going to neeeeed help controlliiiiing this fire, eh? When you do, come seeeee meeee." She pointed to the bed where a little card appeared in a purple puff of smoke, then turned and flew away.
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Chapter 10- Home Sweet Home
CHAPTER 10-HOME SWEET HOME
After they had left the salon, they returned to their homes. It took them a while to remember where they lived, but they eventually got there. Midnight ran up to her room and shut the door. She drew the curtains shut. She turned off every light she could find in her room until it was pitch black. Then she sat down at the computer and began to work on the novel she was writing.
It was about a queen who had six daughters (she had included her and her friends as the daughters) and the queen had powers to control the elements. She had a counselor/fortune teller named Martha, who was really a bad guy. One day an alien race came and took the queen away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Aqua! Aqua, Where are you?”
“I’m in my room, mom. The same place where I’ve been for the past three hours!”
“We have to leave for dance lessons in ten minutes! Make sure you’re ready!”
Aqua groaned. If there was one thing she hated, it was ballet. But she could never tell her mother that. Her mother had been a ballet dancer all her life and wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps. That’s not what Aqua wanted at all. Aqua wanted to be a drawer.
“There’s no money to be made as an artist,” her mother would say. “You can’t perform art, you can’t join a drawing troupe. You can do all that with dance. Ballet is your future, sweetie.” Why didn’t she listen?
Aqua hated dance with a passion. The worst of all was those sparkly little outfits. She hated all things sparkly. She would rather swim or draw, her to favorite things to do. She pulled her notebook out from under her mattress, but was interrupted by a bang on the door.
“Come in,” she yelled.
Her mother burst through the door. She looked at the notebook.
“What’cha drawing? I thought I told you to get ready.”
Aqua hurriedly dropped the notebook somewhere behind her bed where her mother wouldn’t see it. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m ready.”
“Then let’s go! Go get in the car, I’ll be there in a minute- I need to check my e-mail.”
It would supposedly take just a minute, but then they would end up being late. It happened every time.
“I’ll be waiting in my room,” Aqua said quietly, hoping her mother wouldn't notice.
“No, no, I’ll just be a minute.”
Aqua sighed, getting ready for the longest minute of her life.
After they had left the salon, they returned to their homes. It took them a while to remember where they lived, but they eventually got there. Midnight ran up to her room and shut the door. She drew the curtains shut. She turned off every light she could find in her room until it was pitch black. Then she sat down at the computer and began to work on the novel she was writing.
It was about a queen who had six daughters (she had included her and her friends as the daughters) and the queen had powers to control the elements. She had a counselor/fortune teller named Martha, who was really a bad guy. One day an alien race came and took the queen away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Aqua! Aqua, Where are you?”
“I’m in my room, mom. The same place where I’ve been for the past three hours!”
“We have to leave for dance lessons in ten minutes! Make sure you’re ready!”
Aqua groaned. If there was one thing she hated, it was ballet. But she could never tell her mother that. Her mother had been a ballet dancer all her life and wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps. That’s not what Aqua wanted at all. Aqua wanted to be a drawer.
“There’s no money to be made as an artist,” her mother would say. “You can’t perform art, you can’t join a drawing troupe. You can do all that with dance. Ballet is your future, sweetie.” Why didn’t she listen?
Aqua hated dance with a passion. The worst of all was those sparkly little outfits. She hated all things sparkly. She would rather swim or draw, her to favorite things to do. She pulled her notebook out from under her mattress, but was interrupted by a bang on the door.
“Come in,” she yelled.
Her mother burst through the door. She looked at the notebook.
“What’cha drawing? I thought I told you to get ready.”
Aqua hurriedly dropped the notebook somewhere behind her bed where her mother wouldn’t see it. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m ready.”
“Then let’s go! Go get in the car, I’ll be there in a minute- I need to check my e-mail.”
It would supposedly take just a minute, but then they would end up being late. It happened every time.
“I’ll be waiting in my room,” Aqua said quietly, hoping her mother wouldn't notice.
“No, no, I’ll just be a minute.”
Aqua sighed, getting ready for the longest minute of her life.
Chapter 9-New Life, New Problems
CHAPTER 9- NEW LIFE, NEW PROBLEMS…
Back on earth, in Clantry a few days later “Good morning, sleepy head! Time to wake up!”
Aqua looked around. She was in a large, beautiful house in the city. She looked out her huge bedroom window and saw the satellite-dish-like buildings, and remembered where she was. Well, kind of remembered. She remembered she was in the kingdom of Clantry, and she guessed she was in the mid-city area, but she didn’t remember this room, this house, this bed, or the woman standing over her.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m your mother, silly! Don’t pretend you don’t know me. Hey, I have to go into work today. I got called in for a last-minute shoot. You know how those modeling jobs are.”
“I do?” she asked. Apparently this woman was her mother. But this woman didn’t look very familiar. She searched her mind, and memories came flooding back. Unnaturally easily, she thought. She remembered everything. It was Saturday morning, and her name was Aqua. She was at home, 3265 Celestial Avenue. Her phone number was 996-885-2648. Her mother’s name was Carrie, and her father’s name was Evan. Her mother was a model, and her dad was a lawyer. She had 5 best friends, and she remembered their names. Starlight, Midnight, Aryana, Terra, and Pyris, who loved to be called Red. She was supposed to meet them at the mall. They were going to their favorite little salon, A La La Que. She looked over at her alarm clock. It read 9:45. They were supposed to meet at ten, so she’d better hurry up! _______________________________________________________
Midnight looked around. She wasn’t home. At least, it wasn’t the one she remembered- or was it? The tall windows, light blue walls with a white wooden border and high ceiling did not look familiar- or did it? Her brain was caught in a fog she couldn’t shake. It’s like everything changed overnight, but it was still the same as yesterday. Like the feeling you would get if somebody broke into your house and replaced every single thing with exact replicas, but you could tell something was different because your room didn’t smell like oranges, your dog didn’t have the high-light in his tail that you’d given him, and the report sitting on your desk didn’t have the pizza stains from last night’s dinner.
Suddenly she remembered everything. She was home, in her room, at 2589 Ocean View Avenue. She remembered her friends, her family, and that she was supposed to meet her friends at A La La Que, their favorite salon. She looked at her watch, which she suddenly remembered was on her wrist. She looked at it, but somehow she didn’t remember it or how it got there. That didn’t matter, thought, because it read 9:45. She was supposed to meet her friends at 10:00! She’d better hurry up... _______________________________________________________
Red (the daughter) laid there on her bed, still trying to slip out of the morning groggy-ness. It took her a minute to realize where she was, but after that she remembered everything. She was Pyris, her friends called her Red, She had to meet her friends at A La La Que at 10:00... Wait, she thought. What time is it? She looked at the big clock hanging on the bright red walls. It read 9:45. Before she got up, she looked around the rest of the room to make sure it was all there. The ceilings were tall, and she had a very big, tall window opposite her. She could see the beautiful city, and could see all the way to the outskirts. 'I must be on the second floor', she though. She heard some very loud music coming from the CD player. 'Oh yeah', she thought. 'I like rock music'. She brushed her memory lapse aside and jumped out of bed. She ran to the closet to start trying on clothes... _______________________________________________________
Starlight noticed the smell of pancakes running through...wherever she was. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom. She could tell by the bright yellow walls, the tall ceilings, and the big window to let in all the beautiful light from outside. Suddenly she remembered. She remembered everything. She remembered everything about her life, and that she was supposed to be at A La La Que at 10:00! She looked at her computer. The time on the screensaver read 9:45. Oops! _______________________________________________________
Aryana woke up slowly. She was so not a morning person! Usually on Saturday mornings she would just sleep in, and when she did wake up she would stay in bed and curl up with a good book. Not today, though. She couldn’t remember why she couldn’t, she just remembered she couldn’t.
Suddenly she remembered everything- it was like being shot up through the surface of the water after being under it for a very long time. Then she remembered why she couldn’t sleep in-she was supposed to be at A La La Que in 15 minutes! _______________________________________________________
Terra rolled out of bed and landed with a thud! on the floor. She had just been scared out of her mind by something jumping onto her bed and licking her face and someone blasting music from the stereo at the same time!
“Wake up call!” Her dad said. She looked around her room, making sure it was all the same. The dark green walls, high ceiling, big window, and all of her flowers in the window box- it was all there...except something. Like part of her life was missing, but it was still there and everything changed without moving at all. Her dad moved to the window and pulled back the huge curtains, flooding the room with warm sunlight. She squinted, pulling the covers over her head. Her dog, Captain, jumped on the bed and licked her face again. “Come on, Terra! You have to be at A La La Que in 15 minutes! Do you want a ride or not?”
Back on earth, in Clantry a few days later “Good morning, sleepy head! Time to wake up!”
Aqua looked around. She was in a large, beautiful house in the city. She looked out her huge bedroom window and saw the satellite-dish-like buildings, and remembered where she was. Well, kind of remembered. She remembered she was in the kingdom of Clantry, and she guessed she was in the mid-city area, but she didn’t remember this room, this house, this bed, or the woman standing over her.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m your mother, silly! Don’t pretend you don’t know me. Hey, I have to go into work today. I got called in for a last-minute shoot. You know how those modeling jobs are.”
“I do?” she asked. Apparently this woman was her mother. But this woman didn’t look very familiar. She searched her mind, and memories came flooding back. Unnaturally easily, she thought. She remembered everything. It was Saturday morning, and her name was Aqua. She was at home, 3265 Celestial Avenue. Her phone number was 996-885-2648. Her mother’s name was Carrie, and her father’s name was Evan. Her mother was a model, and her dad was a lawyer. She had 5 best friends, and she remembered their names. Starlight, Midnight, Aryana, Terra, and Pyris, who loved to be called Red. She was supposed to meet them at the mall. They were going to their favorite little salon, A La La Que. She looked over at her alarm clock. It read 9:45. They were supposed to meet at ten, so she’d better hurry up! _______________________________________________________
Midnight looked around. She wasn’t home. At least, it wasn’t the one she remembered- or was it? The tall windows, light blue walls with a white wooden border and high ceiling did not look familiar- or did it? Her brain was caught in a fog she couldn’t shake. It’s like everything changed overnight, but it was still the same as yesterday. Like the feeling you would get if somebody broke into your house and replaced every single thing with exact replicas, but you could tell something was different because your room didn’t smell like oranges, your dog didn’t have the high-light in his tail that you’d given him, and the report sitting on your desk didn’t have the pizza stains from last night’s dinner.
Suddenly she remembered everything. She was home, in her room, at 2589 Ocean View Avenue. She remembered her friends, her family, and that she was supposed to meet her friends at A La La Que, their favorite salon. She looked at her watch, which she suddenly remembered was on her wrist. She looked at it, but somehow she didn’t remember it or how it got there. That didn’t matter, thought, because it read 9:45. She was supposed to meet her friends at 10:00! She’d better hurry up... _______________________________________________________
Red (the daughter) laid there on her bed, still trying to slip out of the morning groggy-ness. It took her a minute to realize where she was, but after that she remembered everything. She was Pyris, her friends called her Red, She had to meet her friends at A La La Que at 10:00... Wait, she thought. What time is it? She looked at the big clock hanging on the bright red walls. It read 9:45. Before she got up, she looked around the rest of the room to make sure it was all there. The ceilings were tall, and she had a very big, tall window opposite her. She could see the beautiful city, and could see all the way to the outskirts. 'I must be on the second floor', she though. She heard some very loud music coming from the CD player. 'Oh yeah', she thought. 'I like rock music'. She brushed her memory lapse aside and jumped out of bed. She ran to the closet to start trying on clothes... _______________________________________________________
Starlight noticed the smell of pancakes running through...wherever she was. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom. She could tell by the bright yellow walls, the tall ceilings, and the big window to let in all the beautiful light from outside. Suddenly she remembered. She remembered everything. She remembered everything about her life, and that she was supposed to be at A La La Que at 10:00! She looked at her computer. The time on the screensaver read 9:45. Oops! _______________________________________________________
Aryana woke up slowly. She was so not a morning person! Usually on Saturday mornings she would just sleep in, and when she did wake up she would stay in bed and curl up with a good book. Not today, though. She couldn’t remember why she couldn’t, she just remembered she couldn’t.
Suddenly she remembered everything- it was like being shot up through the surface of the water after being under it for a very long time. Then she remembered why she couldn’t sleep in-she was supposed to be at A La La Que in 15 minutes! _______________________________________________________
Terra rolled out of bed and landed with a thud! on the floor. She had just been scared out of her mind by something jumping onto her bed and licking her face and someone blasting music from the stereo at the same time!
“Wake up call!” Her dad said. She looked around her room, making sure it was all the same. The dark green walls, high ceiling, big window, and all of her flowers in the window box- it was all there...except something. Like part of her life was missing, but it was still there and everything changed without moving at all. Her dad moved to the window and pulled back the huge curtains, flooding the room with warm sunlight. She squinted, pulling the covers over her head. Her dog, Captain, jumped on the bed and licked her face again. “Come on, Terra! You have to be at A La La Que in 15 minutes! Do you want a ride or not?”
Chapter 8-On The Ship
CHAPTER 6-ON THE SHIP
Meanwhile, in the Tantao ship... “Well, well, well. Look who we have here: High and mighty Pyris, queen of Clantry. Where’s your little ‘kingdom’ now? Oh wait, I know. Far away! They can’t save you now. Where’s your knight in shining armor when you need him, right? Anyway, down to business.” Red looked up into the face of a silver, human-like being. It had the characteristics of a human; Two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two ears, two feet, two legs, ten fingers, and ten toes, she assumed-she couldn’t see it’s feet- but it was different. She could tell. It’s like some energy balance inside this thing was off. It couldn’t be a real human. Could it? Humans don’t have silver skin. It had wide set shoulders and a big head. It spoke with a deep voice. She could vaguely remember this voice, but it was like a far away dream-she couldn’t put her finger on it. Who was this weird thing? She looked around the room. It was all white and silver, but mostly white. It wasn’t a square, either. It was more like a square, but with rounded corners that faded into each other. The walls and floor and ceiling were white. The bed she was strapped down to was white. There was a small metal stand next to her, like the kind of things next to the chair at the dentist. But instead of a square, it looked like a big, flat drop of water frozen in time. She jumped as the creature spoke. “You probably don’t remember anything. That’s just as well. Now, tell me, Red. What is behind your powers? Is it some kind of power source inside your city?” “No,” she said, still trying to shake the weird daze that had settled over her and didn’t seem to want to let go. “Runs in the family. Who are you and what am I doing here? More importantly, where is here?” “I am Troyan. You are on the Tantao ship. We are 200,000,000 Gleks and 4,450,679 Gloms away from your kingdom, Red. It would take years to turn around and go home, even though it only took us about 10 earth minutes to get here, so don’t even think about it. How did we get here so fast, you might ask? Well. That would be my little secret. Or Martha’s, I guess... Now tell me. How might one go on about taking your powers?” Red wondered why he was asking these questions upfront. Wouldn’t an advanced race of alien beings have some sort of way of getting it out of her? He saw her hesitating and reached behind him and she saw him grab something. She noticed a sweet smell, and she breathed deeply. It smelled like a mixture of flowers and honey. She started to get dizzy. The room spun, her vision blurred. She didn’t realize she was speaking, yet she did. “You want my powers? It’s to late; they’re gone!” She unconsciously laughed like an insane child. Her vision blacked out. Her hearing stopped. The last thing she heard were the angry grumbling of Troyan. She finally remembered where she had heard his voice, where they had ‘met’. She remembered everything. She gasped, but it was too late. The world faded away from her, despite her trying to bring it all back...
Meanwhile, in the Tantao ship... “Well, well, well. Look who we have here: High and mighty Pyris, queen of Clantry. Where’s your little ‘kingdom’ now? Oh wait, I know. Far away! They can’t save you now. Where’s your knight in shining armor when you need him, right? Anyway, down to business.” Red looked up into the face of a silver, human-like being. It had the characteristics of a human; Two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two ears, two feet, two legs, ten fingers, and ten toes, she assumed-she couldn’t see it’s feet- but it was different. She could tell. It’s like some energy balance inside this thing was off. It couldn’t be a real human. Could it? Humans don’t have silver skin. It had wide set shoulders and a big head. It spoke with a deep voice. She could vaguely remember this voice, but it was like a far away dream-she couldn’t put her finger on it. Who was this weird thing? She looked around the room. It was all white and silver, but mostly white. It wasn’t a square, either. It was more like a square, but with rounded corners that faded into each other. The walls and floor and ceiling were white. The bed she was strapped down to was white. There was a small metal stand next to her, like the kind of things next to the chair at the dentist. But instead of a square, it looked like a big, flat drop of water frozen in time. She jumped as the creature spoke. “You probably don’t remember anything. That’s just as well. Now, tell me, Red. What is behind your powers? Is it some kind of power source inside your city?” “No,” she said, still trying to shake the weird daze that had settled over her and didn’t seem to want to let go. “Runs in the family. Who are you and what am I doing here? More importantly, where is here?” “I am Troyan. You are on the Tantao ship. We are 200,000,000 Gleks and 4,450,679 Gloms away from your kingdom, Red. It would take years to turn around and go home, even though it only took us about 10 earth minutes to get here, so don’t even think about it. How did we get here so fast, you might ask? Well. That would be my little secret. Or Martha’s, I guess... Now tell me. How might one go on about taking your powers?” Red wondered why he was asking these questions upfront. Wouldn’t an advanced race of alien beings have some sort of way of getting it out of her? He saw her hesitating and reached behind him and she saw him grab something. She noticed a sweet smell, and she breathed deeply. It smelled like a mixture of flowers and honey. She started to get dizzy. The room spun, her vision blurred. She didn’t realize she was speaking, yet she did. “You want my powers? It’s to late; they’re gone!” She unconsciously laughed like an insane child. Her vision blacked out. Her hearing stopped. The last thing she heard were the angry grumbling of Troyan. She finally remembered where she had heard his voice, where they had ‘met’. She remembered everything. She gasped, but it was too late. The world faded away from her, despite her trying to bring it all back...
Chapter Seven- The Letter
CHAPTER 6- THE LETTERDearest Ferdinand, If you are reading this it means that my destiny has already been fulfilled. Well, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about. I am sorry that I was never truthful with you, but when you finish reading this you will know why. Everything Martha said was true. I have-well, had six powers. I have sent one of them into each of the children, each one matching their name. I know you’ll figure it out. I gave them those names because I knew this day would eventually come. Go into my room and go to the window seat. Rip off the cover. Inside you will find a key. Then go to my jewelry box. The key is for the fifth drawer. Inside you will find six golden chains, each with a different symbol on them. I want you to give one to each girl, but they have to be given as follows: Midnight will receive the moon. Starlight will receive the sun. Pyris will receive the flames. Aqua will receive the waves. Terra will receive the picture of the earth. Aryana will receive the picture of a flower blowing in the breeze. Each one of these has a word inscribed on the back. Do not tell them this, they will have to figure it out. Ferdinand, you MUST give these out as I say! Do not underestimate the importance of it! Someday when they are old and you are older, you will understand. Also, between the mattresses of my bed there is a gun. Do not be alarmed, it is a stun gun, but it does erase memories. I know this will be hard for you, but you must use it on the children. Set it to five, and use it late at night. But before you do, go into the city. Set up a home for each one of them. They must grow up together, but not know that they are sisters. They need to become close. You must live in the city, too, to supervise them. Do NOT ever let them lose their necklaces! Those will be the key to unlocking their past, which they will only do through being close and knowing each other well. The day will come when Troyan will come back with armies, and you must be ready! They will have to pass through several different dimensions, I’ll make sure of that. You just make sure they are ready. Let them live a happy life. When Midnight is 16, it will almost be time. In the window seat there is another stun gun, only this one has a screen and it creates memories. Plug it in to AMA, the Amazing Memory Author. She is in the cellar. To get to her you need the password, which is ELEMENTS. I need you to make happy memories of them, growing up together and becoming best friends in the city. Leave no memory of this life on the surface, but leave some deep, deep into their minds, so that someday, when they are ready, they can be unlocked. Your loving wife, Red ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ King Ferdinand turned to his daughters, who all looked shocked. The full effect hadn’t sunken in yet, he guessed. He himself hadn’t fully accepted it, either. He decided to go back to the cellar to make sure the servants were okay. When he got there, it was empty. He and the girls searched the castle, but couldn’t find anyone. Where were they? They were in the cellar last time anyone saw them. Even the castle dog, Gypsy, wasn’t anywhere to be found. He told the girls to go to their rooms, and he went to Red’s bedchamber. He went to the window like the letter said, and took out his pocketknife to rip off the cover. Cotton and dust flew everywhere. Inside the cover there was a key, a long silver key with emeralds in the end. He went to the jewelry box, and then looked at the fifth drawer. There was no keyhole, but it was locked. He tried looking for a keyhole on the side, but as soon as the key touched the box a green light, a scanner, showed up and skimmed over the key. A projection from the green light showed up on the opposite wall, and various scans and readouts came and went to fast to read. A hologram of Red suddenly appeared in front of him. “Ferdinand! Are you here to get the necklaces? I assume you found my letter. You didn’t show it to the girls, did you? They mustn’t know about any of this.” “No, I didn’t...” He tried to talk to the hologram, but it was a recorded message, and she cut him off. “Before you use the guns, you have to get homes for them! I will miss you,” the hologram said before blinking out. The readouts also disappeared. The drawer shot open, revealing 6 gold chains. He took them out and looked at them. They were beautiful. He went to see Terra first, but found them all in her room, talking about what happened. He listened at the door to keep from being seen. “What do you think happened in there?” Asked Midnight. “Well,” said Terra, “I think that mom’s powers have people out to get her. Did you ever see such a thing? A spaceship came and almost landed on the castle! And those horrible lasers bouncing around outside, and the twisters, and then...” “We know, don’t say it. She disappeared,” said Aqua. “What was going on with those shiny orbs?” Asked Pyris. “I don’t know,” Terra said, “But it was something big. Do you think maybe mom gave us her powers? How freaky would that be!” “Yeah!” said Aqua. “Imagine. Us! With powers! That would be so cool!” “No it wouldn’t!” Said Midnight. “You saw what good mom’s powers did to her. Do you want the same thing to happen to us?” “Come on. Midnight,” said Terra, “You always see the glass as half empty. Maybe our powers could save us! Besides, I’m sure mom is fine. The aliens probably just want to run some tests on her, figure out how she got her powers,” “Kill her...” Midnight said under breath. Everyone moaned. “Well, come on! I mean, you heard the ugly silver guy; mom is the only one who could take out their race! Why would they want to leave her around?” One by one, they all realized she was right. Would they ever see their mother again? King Ferdinand walked in, carrying the necklaces behind his back. “Hello, girls. Your mother left you something, something she wanted me to give you.” He handed each one of them their necklace. “They’re beautiful,” Said Terra, smiling. “I love it! I wish mom were still here,” said Midnight “Well. We’ll have to learn how to live, how to work things out. Goodnight, girls.” “Goodnight!” They all replied together. Ferdinand left and Aqua spoke up. “Hey, it’s late. I’m turning in for the night. Goodnight.” “Goodnight,” they replied.
Chapter Six-The Fight
CHAPTER SIX-THE FIGHT
“NOOO!!!” Red shoved her family out of the room and shut the door, then bolted it so they couldn’t get back in. She couldn’t protect them all at the same time, so she had to get them out of harm’s way. She would never let the ones she loved get hurt because of her. Besides; She didn’t have enough power to fight. She didn’t even know if she could protect herself. The ship started shooting green, round, golf-ball sized lasers, blasting holes in the walls. Red used her light powers and put a shield around the door and her, blocking lasers from both. She rolled and dodged as her shield got weaker. She had not used her powers in a long time, and she was regretting it now. One of the green bolts shot out the side of the room where the glass wall used to be, bouncing off all of the buildings, recreating the whole scene with the green orbs earlier. Now she knew what those were-Lasers. As she fought, she wondered why no one in the kingdom was out in the street, why it was silent-almost deserted-outside. Looking again, she saw a dog frozen in his tracks, not moving. It clicked. Time was frozen outside of the castle! But what sort of mechanism could do that sort of thing? She dodged a close call that singed some of her long hair, reminding herself who she was dealing with-Evil mystics and Aliens. Finally, her shield was gone. She tried to put up a water shield, but that didn’t work. The lasers went right through it, narrowly missing her. Finally she put up a huge fire shield, because it was the only thing so far that would repel the lasers. She ran up to the ship head on, shooting water and fire to try to fry the circuits. That didn’t work. Next she brought in big boulders and trees and rocks and tried to bombard the ship. The entry hallway was huge, but barely bigger than the ship. She tried to bring in bigger things from outside to throw at it. Nothing was working! She then tried to do her ultimate attack, the one her mother had taught her. She took one blast from each power, and then locked them together. She hurled the blast that was bigger than two thrones, but the ship put up a strange white shield she had never seen before. ` All the stress of what was going on had pretty much drained her of power. She should have known she wouldn’t have been able to fight them. Today alone she had already found out her best friend was evil, faced hurricane-like storms and used her powers secretly to save the people involved. That had pretty much drained her by itself. Then she had to go find her daughter and had to put up transparent shields for both of them, then for the rest of her family when they got there, and more. She was in no shape to battle. The door suddenly burst open. King Ferdinand jumped in, and saw Red in trouble. He tried to help by dragging her out, but Troyan had other ideas. He shot him with a stun laser. He wasn’t evil, just scared of this queen. He wasn’t going to kill someone who wasn’t involved. Just then, all six little girls ran into the room, Starlight being carried by Terra. “GET OUT!” Troyan yelled, trying to scare them away. He didn’t dare shoot at them, because they were earth young ones and he didn’t know what the lasers would do to them. Red got up off the ground and tried to use air to blow them out, but she had run out of power. This would be her last resort, her final chance to save them. Her eyes clouded over. She let out a shrill, alarming scream that froze everyone, even the shiHer hair and dress blew around her in the sudden wind. Her arms were raised up. She shone all by herself, radiant and bright. A glowing, white orb of pure energy formed in her hands. Troyan saw his chance. He shot the original thin beam of blue light at her. She jumped, throwing the energy into the ground. The room was engulfed in light...pure light, pure energy. Somehow the aliens couldn’t see it. The white orb broke into six different orb colors. They were green, a foggy-clear color, Red, Dark Blue, Black, and Yellow. Somehow all of the orbs seemed to be invisible to the aliens. Red fell to the ground, lifeless. The orbs circled above her head, then shot out to the girls. One stopped in front of each one of them, then plunged into them, like the girls had absorbed them. The green one went to Terra, the red one to Pyris, the foggy one to Aryana, the dark blue one to Aqua, the black one to Midnight, and the yellow one to Starlight, who was still in Terra’s arms. A huge beam of light shot down from the ship, lifting Red’s body off of the ground and into the ship, gone forever. The only thing she left behind was a letter, sealed with the royal seal, in red, with the initial R.
“NOOO!!!” Red shoved her family out of the room and shut the door, then bolted it so they couldn’t get back in. She couldn’t protect them all at the same time, so she had to get them out of harm’s way. She would never let the ones she loved get hurt because of her. Besides; She didn’t have enough power to fight. She didn’t even know if she could protect herself. The ship started shooting green, round, golf-ball sized lasers, blasting holes in the walls. Red used her light powers and put a shield around the door and her, blocking lasers from both. She rolled and dodged as her shield got weaker. She had not used her powers in a long time, and she was regretting it now. One of the green bolts shot out the side of the room where the glass wall used to be, bouncing off all of the buildings, recreating the whole scene with the green orbs earlier. Now she knew what those were-Lasers. As she fought, she wondered why no one in the kingdom was out in the street, why it was silent-almost deserted-outside. Looking again, she saw a dog frozen in his tracks, not moving. It clicked. Time was frozen outside of the castle! But what sort of mechanism could do that sort of thing? She dodged a close call that singed some of her long hair, reminding herself who she was dealing with-Evil mystics and Aliens. Finally, her shield was gone. She tried to put up a water shield, but that didn’t work. The lasers went right through it, narrowly missing her. Finally she put up a huge fire shield, because it was the only thing so far that would repel the lasers. She ran up to the ship head on, shooting water and fire to try to fry the circuits. That didn’t work. Next she brought in big boulders and trees and rocks and tried to bombard the ship. The entry hallway was huge, but barely bigger than the ship. She tried to bring in bigger things from outside to throw at it. Nothing was working! She then tried to do her ultimate attack, the one her mother had taught her. She took one blast from each power, and then locked them together. She hurled the blast that was bigger than two thrones, but the ship put up a strange white shield she had never seen before. ` All the stress of what was going on had pretty much drained her of power. She should have known she wouldn’t have been able to fight them. Today alone she had already found out her best friend was evil, faced hurricane-like storms and used her powers secretly to save the people involved. That had pretty much drained her by itself. Then she had to go find her daughter and had to put up transparent shields for both of them, then for the rest of her family when they got there, and more. She was in no shape to battle. The door suddenly burst open. King Ferdinand jumped in, and saw Red in trouble. He tried to help by dragging her out, but Troyan had other ideas. He shot him with a stun laser. He wasn’t evil, just scared of this queen. He wasn’t going to kill someone who wasn’t involved. Just then, all six little girls ran into the room, Starlight being carried by Terra. “GET OUT!” Troyan yelled, trying to scare them away. He didn’t dare shoot at them, because they were earth young ones and he didn’t know what the lasers would do to them. Red got up off the ground and tried to use air to blow them out, but she had run out of power. This would be her last resort, her final chance to save them. Her eyes clouded over. She let out a shrill, alarming scream that froze everyone, even the shiHer hair and dress blew around her in the sudden wind. Her arms were raised up. She shone all by herself, radiant and bright. A glowing, white orb of pure energy formed in her hands. Troyan saw his chance. He shot the original thin beam of blue light at her. She jumped, throwing the energy into the ground. The room was engulfed in light...pure light, pure energy. Somehow the aliens couldn’t see it. The white orb broke into six different orb colors. They were green, a foggy-clear color, Red, Dark Blue, Black, and Yellow. Somehow all of the orbs seemed to be invisible to the aliens. Red fell to the ground, lifeless. The orbs circled above her head, then shot out to the girls. One stopped in front of each one of them, then plunged into them, like the girls had absorbed them. The green one went to Terra, the red one to Pyris, the foggy one to Aryana, the dark blue one to Aqua, the black one to Midnight, and the yellow one to Starlight, who was still in Terra’s arms. A huge beam of light shot down from the ship, lifting Red’s body off of the ground and into the ship, gone forever. The only thing she left behind was a letter, sealed with the royal seal, in red, with the initial R.
Chapter Five- The Fight
CHAPTER FIVE-THE ABDUCTION
Midnight slipped and slid down the hall. She opened the big wooden door from the corridor to the Grand Hall. Water flooded out, sweeping her off her feet. She screamed, or at least tried to, as the wave banged her head against the corner of the wall, sending her spiraling into a swirl of darkness. “Midnight!” Red yelled, sliding through the halls towards the Grand Hall. She saw the open door and her heart fell. It had been left closed to prevent the water from flooding the rest of the castle. Had Midnight opened it? She could have been swept away down the stairs across the hall. She could have hit her head! Considering that was the only place other than the Grand Hall that she could have gone, Red decided to check the stairs first. Holding onto the rail tightly, she lit the lantern hanging on the wall and heard a soft moan from the bottom. “Midnight!” she yelled again, going faster down the stairs. She got to the bottom and picked up the wet bundle. “Why in the world did you leave? Didn’t you know you could get hurt? You had us all worried sick!" “It’s my fault. I put Starlight in the crib and strapped her in. She couldn’t have gotten out even if she tried. I had to come get her. It was all my fault, it was all my...” “No, Midnight! It wasn’t your fault. Accidents happen! It’s safe and dry from here to the cellar. I want you to hold onto this rail while I...” “Honey?” King Ferdinand and the girls showed up behind Red. “Ferdinand! What are you doing here?” She yelled over the wind. “Why are they here?” She asked, referring to her kids. “They could get killed! Are you nuts?” “They wouldn’t let me come alone! I told them to stay, but they wouldn’t listen!” “Well it’s too late now!” One by one they all slipped into the Grand Hall, trying to stay standing. Red ran over to the crib, got the baby, and handed her to Ferdinand. Thank goodness the water hadn’t gotten as high as the crib. They all headed to the door but were pulled back as the roof was ripped off. A gigantic, bigger-than-life circle flew overhead and stopped above them, ripping off the ceiling. It seemed to be a ship of some time. It took them all a minute too get used to the darkness. A light, a thin beam of blue light, shone down from the middle of the ship. All of the sudden the storm stopped. The newly formed tornadoes dissolved, the wind stopped, the rain ceased, and the sky went back to its iridescent purple. An all-too-familiar voice came from the ship. “Hello, Red. Remember when you were little and you asked me how I got to be so smart, and I told you I had friends in high places?” said Martha’s voice. “You didn’t think this is what I meant, did you?” She laughed her evil laugh again. “What do you want?” Red yelled, angrier than anything else. “Oh, dear, what do you mean? For as long as you’ve known me, you should know what I want now. Need a hint? Here it is. I want POWER!!” She screamed, a demonic voice mixing with her own. A deep voice came from the ship. “Hello, Your Majesty. My name is Troyan, leader of the Tantao race. We have been watching you, Your Majesty. You see, our prophecy says this. ‘When earth, air, fire and water, Join with darkness and light, The result will be undefeatable, With endless power and might.’ Do you know what that means? It means that those are the only six things in this dimension and the next that could ever, ever, ever even somewhat have a chance against the Tantao race. Our mystic, Cassandra, happens to be Martha’s sister. She never told us she had a sister until Martha told her about your powers. Did you know that you and you alone have the power to destroy our race? Therefore, Your Majesty,” said Troyan mockingly, “We must destroy you first!”
Midnight slipped and slid down the hall. She opened the big wooden door from the corridor to the Grand Hall. Water flooded out, sweeping her off her feet. She screamed, or at least tried to, as the wave banged her head against the corner of the wall, sending her spiraling into a swirl of darkness. “Midnight!” Red yelled, sliding through the halls towards the Grand Hall. She saw the open door and her heart fell. It had been left closed to prevent the water from flooding the rest of the castle. Had Midnight opened it? She could have been swept away down the stairs across the hall. She could have hit her head! Considering that was the only place other than the Grand Hall that she could have gone, Red decided to check the stairs first. Holding onto the rail tightly, she lit the lantern hanging on the wall and heard a soft moan from the bottom. “Midnight!” she yelled again, going faster down the stairs. She got to the bottom and picked up the wet bundle. “Why in the world did you leave? Didn’t you know you could get hurt? You had us all worried sick!" “It’s my fault. I put Starlight in the crib and strapped her in. She couldn’t have gotten out even if she tried. I had to come get her. It was all my fault, it was all my...” “No, Midnight! It wasn’t your fault. Accidents happen! It’s safe and dry from here to the cellar. I want you to hold onto this rail while I...” “Honey?” King Ferdinand and the girls showed up behind Red. “Ferdinand! What are you doing here?” She yelled over the wind. “Why are they here?” She asked, referring to her kids. “They could get killed! Are you nuts?” “They wouldn’t let me come alone! I told them to stay, but they wouldn’t listen!” “Well it’s too late now!” One by one they all slipped into the Grand Hall, trying to stay standing. Red ran over to the crib, got the baby, and handed her to Ferdinand. Thank goodness the water hadn’t gotten as high as the crib. They all headed to the door but were pulled back as the roof was ripped off. A gigantic, bigger-than-life circle flew overhead and stopped above them, ripping off the ceiling. It seemed to be a ship of some time. It took them all a minute too get used to the darkness. A light, a thin beam of blue light, shone down from the middle of the ship. All of the sudden the storm stopped. The newly formed tornadoes dissolved, the wind stopped, the rain ceased, and the sky went back to its iridescent purple. An all-too-familiar voice came from the ship. “Hello, Red. Remember when you were little and you asked me how I got to be so smart, and I told you I had friends in high places?” said Martha’s voice. “You didn’t think this is what I meant, did you?” She laughed her evil laugh again. “What do you want?” Red yelled, angrier than anything else. “Oh, dear, what do you mean? For as long as you’ve known me, you should know what I want now. Need a hint? Here it is. I want POWER!!” She screamed, a demonic voice mixing with her own. A deep voice came from the ship. “Hello, Your Majesty. My name is Troyan, leader of the Tantao race. We have been watching you, Your Majesty. You see, our prophecy says this. ‘When earth, air, fire and water, Join with darkness and light, The result will be undefeatable, With endless power and might.’ Do you know what that means? It means that those are the only six things in this dimension and the next that could ever, ever, ever even somewhat have a chance against the Tantao race. Our mystic, Cassandra, happens to be Martha’s sister. She never told us she had a sister until Martha told her about your powers. Did you know that you and you alone have the power to destroy our race? Therefore, Your Majesty,” said Troyan mockingly, “We must destroy you first!”
Chpter Four- The Stormy Attack
CHAPTER THREE-THE STORMING ATTACK
“You see, Red? You’re not the only one with powers. See?” She laughed again, enjoying their fear, absorbing it, feeding on it. The more scared they were, the bigger the twister got. Everyone turned to Red, looking for someone who would take on the mystic. “W-what are you talking about, Martha?” She said, barely able to get the words out of her mouth. “Oh come on darling, don’t tell me you don’t remember our little chat, back when you were pregnant with Starlight? Let me refresh your memory. I told you I knew your secret, and you were all too happy to tell me everything I needed to know.” Outside the castle, the beautiful, light purple sky of Clantry turned dark brown. “What are you doing?! I trusted you!” She yelled over the rising winds and the torrents of rain that seemed, like the orbs, to come out of nowhere. “Well, honey, trust is a beautiful thing, just like a promise. You can keep it, or you can throw it out the window. I think you know what I mean. How many times have you broken the trust you have with your people? You lie to them every single day that you wake up and don’t come clean with them. These people trust you with their lives, their children’s lives, their grandchildren’s lives, and so on. Don’t you at least owe it to them to be honest?” “Honest? You’re trying to tell me about being honest? What are you? What’s going on? Whatever is happening is putting us all in danger! The water level is rising as we speak, there are horses blowing away in the wind! Do you hear me? What is wrong with you? I thought I knew you! You were my best friend.” Red thought she detected a hint of pity in Martha’s eyes, but only for a second. “I’m sorry. It’s too late.” She laughed again, more evil and sickening than ever before, as if her voice were coming from a deep, dark pit. She started spinning along with the twister, faster and faster and faster...then nothing. She was gone. The rain still fell in blankets, the wind still well over 100 mph. Red took over. “Quick! Everybody to the shelter!” Everybody ran down to the cellar, not a second to soon. Right as they were out of the doorway, the glass wall shattered into a million pieces. Water flooded the gigantic hall. Wind rushed through the castle. They shut the huge door behind them to keep the rest of the castle from flooding. When they got to the cellar they did a head count. Red felt sick as she realized who was missing. “Ferdinand...” she said slowly, quietly. “Where are Midnight and the baby?”
“You see, Red? You’re not the only one with powers. See?” She laughed again, enjoying their fear, absorbing it, feeding on it. The more scared they were, the bigger the twister got. Everyone turned to Red, looking for someone who would take on the mystic. “W-what are you talking about, Martha?” She said, barely able to get the words out of her mouth. “Oh come on darling, don’t tell me you don’t remember our little chat, back when you were pregnant with Starlight? Let me refresh your memory. I told you I knew your secret, and you were all too happy to tell me everything I needed to know.” Outside the castle, the beautiful, light purple sky of Clantry turned dark brown. “What are you doing?! I trusted you!” She yelled over the rising winds and the torrents of rain that seemed, like the orbs, to come out of nowhere. “Well, honey, trust is a beautiful thing, just like a promise. You can keep it, or you can throw it out the window. I think you know what I mean. How many times have you broken the trust you have with your people? You lie to them every single day that you wake up and don’t come clean with them. These people trust you with their lives, their children’s lives, their grandchildren’s lives, and so on. Don’t you at least owe it to them to be honest?” “Honest? You’re trying to tell me about being honest? What are you? What’s going on? Whatever is happening is putting us all in danger! The water level is rising as we speak, there are horses blowing away in the wind! Do you hear me? What is wrong with you? I thought I knew you! You were my best friend.” Red thought she detected a hint of pity in Martha’s eyes, but only for a second. “I’m sorry. It’s too late.” She laughed again, more evil and sickening than ever before, as if her voice were coming from a deep, dark pit. She started spinning along with the twister, faster and faster and faster...then nothing. She was gone. The rain still fell in blankets, the wind still well over 100 mph. Red took over. “Quick! Everybody to the shelter!” Everybody ran down to the cellar, not a second to soon. Right as they were out of the doorway, the glass wall shattered into a million pieces. Water flooded the gigantic hall. Wind rushed through the castle. They shut the huge door behind them to keep the rest of the castle from flooding. When they got to the cellar they did a head count. Red felt sick as she realized who was missing. “Ferdinand...” she said slowly, quietly. “Where are Midnight and the baby?”
Chapter 3- The Invasion
CHAPTER THREE-THE INVASIONBack On Earth... 6 years later
“Hey Midnight, you want to play 52 pick-up?” asked 12 year old Pyris.
“Come on, Pyris. Just ‘cause Terra’s gone, that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” Said 8-year-old Midnight, referring to her 15-year-old sister who always looked out for her.
“Fine, then!” Pyris said dramatically. “What else to do? It’s not like there is anything to do. What to do when there’s nothing to do...What to do when there’s nothing to do... What to do when there’s...”
“PYRIS! Snap out of it, okay? We’ll find something, just... don’t break down. Hey, maybe Terra’s back. Let’s go find out, okay?.”
“Fine,” Pyris said. She took off after Midnight, still repeating the same thing over and over, probably to annoy Midnight. “What to do when there’s nothing to do... What to do when there’s nothing to do...”
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“MOTHER!” Terra called from the gigantic castle gates. She stepped inside, not seeing Midnight and Pyris watching quietly from the doorway to the courtyard.
“MOTHER!” No one answered, not even one of the servants. She screamed again, louder this time. “MOTHER!” she yelled. She grunted, knowing that she was probably about to get herself into trouble with this next one. “MOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEER!!!” she screamed, loudest yet. “MOOOTHEEE...AAAAHH”
Midnight and Pyris giggled, and 13-year-old Aryana and 10-year-old Aqua walked in with 6-year-old Starlight, all watching as Jeeves, one of the servants, walked down the corridor into the Grand Hall with a tray of small milkshakes for the girls. Too bad for Terra, they ended up on her dress.
Right then Red walked into the hall.
“Goodness gracious, dear, whatever do you want?”
“Oh, uh...hmmm... I had it a second ago... give me a minute...uh...oh yeah. Hi!”
Red smiled, much too obviously amused at how absent-minded Jeeves could be, which sometimes got him in trouble. She walked over and almost gave her daughter a hug, but then decided a pat on the head would suffice for now. “Well, how was the slumber party?”
“Oh, it was a blast! You would not believe how much fun we had! Oh my gosh, I have to tell you every little detail later... can’t wait!”
“Can’t wait,” Red said reluctantly.
Out of nowhere, there was this high-pitched zing sound, as if someone had just bounced a tangible beam of light of one of the kingdom’s many skyscrapers, which looked more like giant metal satellite dishes on 40 ft. round poles. Then there was complete and absolute silence that was so omnipitent it hurt their ears.
Martha walked in, strangely slow, staring out the wall that was made of glass that stood directly to the left of the huge entryway. Something was different about her, Red could tell. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Just her presence, the presence of the woman Red had grown up with and trusted her whole life, seemed disturbing, dangerous, threatening. Her eyes were clouded over as if she were in a trance. She had that strange look in them even as they were clouded over, the look Red had noticed all her life when she was around Martha, but could never translate. Yes, it was the same look, but more... intense. As if something she had been waiting for, something she had been waiting a very long time for, was finally about to happen. Red pulled Terra close to her, like she had to protect her from something. Pyris and Midnight, freaked out by this sudden change in atmosphere, ran to their mother’s side.
A wave of fear ran through the castle, so strong that it sent Aryana, Aqua, and King Ferdinand with Starlight in his arms running to the cavernous Grand Hall. He handed the baby to Midnight, who held her tight. After a minute of calming her down, she sat her in the cradle and stood by her. The servants had come by then, too. It seemed that everyone in the castle was there. The silence of the many people echoed off the walls, bouncing back, hurting their ears. It was deafening. No one who was there that day knows exactly why they were all pulled to the Grand Hall that afternoon, but for whatever reason, it was something they would never forget. All of the doors and windows all over the castle started opening and closing, then finally slammed shut, the noise resounding and loud. A strong wind blew through the castle. It knocked over lamps and vases, tore pictures down from their place on the wall, and gained strength as it went. It whipped through the castle and formed into a twister. It raced into the Grand Hall and rested against Martha, pulling her up into it. Red screamed, foolishly thinking Martha was the one in danger.
Out of nowhere, there was another zing. Then there was another, louder. Then there were three or four, echoing off the buildings, bouncing off of them and sounding again. Then there were several more, all joining with the echoes of the first, all of them bouncing off the skyscrapers, rolling around in the satellite-like dishes of the buildings, creating a deep, horrifying sound. Everyone turned toward the glass wall. Hundreds, no, thousands of golf-ball sized things were flying through the city. Glowing, green orbs, coming out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time. They kept coming, no sign of stopping. Time seemed to freeze, and reality seemed to disappear. The orbs glowed and rolled and bounced, demanding stares from the people inside. They couldn’t take their eyes off of the things. Red jumped as on of them slammed against the glass wall. Then more. In a matter of seconds there were thousands of those horrible things throwing themselves at the wall. People screamed. Suddenly they all disappeared, going back into the nowhere where they came from, leaving only their deafening echo. Then silence.
Turning their attention back to the twister, they saw Martha sitting on top of it, controlling it. She laughed cruelly, her eyes still having the same eerie look, the same clouds in them.
“Hey Midnight, you want to play 52 pick-up?” asked 12 year old Pyris.
“Come on, Pyris. Just ‘cause Terra’s gone, that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” Said 8-year-old Midnight, referring to her 15-year-old sister who always looked out for her.
“Fine, then!” Pyris said dramatically. “What else to do? It’s not like there is anything to do. What to do when there’s nothing to do...What to do when there’s nothing to do... What to do when there’s...”
“PYRIS! Snap out of it, okay? We’ll find something, just... don’t break down. Hey, maybe Terra’s back. Let’s go find out, okay?.”
“Fine,” Pyris said. She took off after Midnight, still repeating the same thing over and over, probably to annoy Midnight. “What to do when there’s nothing to do... What to do when there’s nothing to do...”
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“MOTHER!” Terra called from the gigantic castle gates. She stepped inside, not seeing Midnight and Pyris watching quietly from the doorway to the courtyard.
“MOTHER!” No one answered, not even one of the servants. She screamed again, louder this time. “MOTHER!” she yelled. She grunted, knowing that she was probably about to get herself into trouble with this next one. “MOOOOOOOOTHEEEEEER!!!” she screamed, loudest yet. “MOOOTHEEE...AAAAHH”
Midnight and Pyris giggled, and 13-year-old Aryana and 10-year-old Aqua walked in with 6-year-old Starlight, all watching as Jeeves, one of the servants, walked down the corridor into the Grand Hall with a tray of small milkshakes for the girls. Too bad for Terra, they ended up on her dress.
Right then Red walked into the hall.
“Goodness gracious, dear, whatever do you want?”
“Oh, uh...hmmm... I had it a second ago... give me a minute...uh...oh yeah. Hi!”
Red smiled, much too obviously amused at how absent-minded Jeeves could be, which sometimes got him in trouble. She walked over and almost gave her daughter a hug, but then decided a pat on the head would suffice for now. “Well, how was the slumber party?”
“Oh, it was a blast! You would not believe how much fun we had! Oh my gosh, I have to tell you every little detail later... can’t wait!”
“Can’t wait,” Red said reluctantly.
Out of nowhere, there was this high-pitched zing sound, as if someone had just bounced a tangible beam of light of one of the kingdom’s many skyscrapers, which looked more like giant metal satellite dishes on 40 ft. round poles. Then there was complete and absolute silence that was so omnipitent it hurt their ears.
Martha walked in, strangely slow, staring out the wall that was made of glass that stood directly to the left of the huge entryway. Something was different about her, Red could tell. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Just her presence, the presence of the woman Red had grown up with and trusted her whole life, seemed disturbing, dangerous, threatening. Her eyes were clouded over as if she were in a trance. She had that strange look in them even as they were clouded over, the look Red had noticed all her life when she was around Martha, but could never translate. Yes, it was the same look, but more... intense. As if something she had been waiting for, something she had been waiting a very long time for, was finally about to happen. Red pulled Terra close to her, like she had to protect her from something. Pyris and Midnight, freaked out by this sudden change in atmosphere, ran to their mother’s side.
A wave of fear ran through the castle, so strong that it sent Aryana, Aqua, and King Ferdinand with Starlight in his arms running to the cavernous Grand Hall. He handed the baby to Midnight, who held her tight. After a minute of calming her down, she sat her in the cradle and stood by her. The servants had come by then, too. It seemed that everyone in the castle was there. The silence of the many people echoed off the walls, bouncing back, hurting their ears. It was deafening. No one who was there that day knows exactly why they were all pulled to the Grand Hall that afternoon, but for whatever reason, it was something they would never forget. All of the doors and windows all over the castle started opening and closing, then finally slammed shut, the noise resounding and loud. A strong wind blew through the castle. It knocked over lamps and vases, tore pictures down from their place on the wall, and gained strength as it went. It whipped through the castle and formed into a twister. It raced into the Grand Hall and rested against Martha, pulling her up into it. Red screamed, foolishly thinking Martha was the one in danger.
Out of nowhere, there was another zing. Then there was another, louder. Then there were three or four, echoing off the buildings, bouncing off of them and sounding again. Then there were several more, all joining with the echoes of the first, all of them bouncing off the skyscrapers, rolling around in the satellite-like dishes of the buildings, creating a deep, horrifying sound. Everyone turned toward the glass wall. Hundreds, no, thousands of golf-ball sized things were flying through the city. Glowing, green orbs, coming out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time. They kept coming, no sign of stopping. Time seemed to freeze, and reality seemed to disappear. The orbs glowed and rolled and bounced, demanding stares from the people inside. They couldn’t take their eyes off of the things. Red jumped as on of them slammed against the glass wall. Then more. In a matter of seconds there were thousands of those horrible things throwing themselves at the wall. People screamed. Suddenly they all disappeared, going back into the nowhere where they came from, leaving only their deafening echo. Then silence.
Turning their attention back to the twister, they saw Martha sitting on top of it, controlling it. She laughed cruelly, her eyes still having the same eerie look, the same clouds in them.
Chapter 2- Meet the Aliens
CHAPTER TWO-MEET THE ALIENS
OLD ALIEN PROPHECY:
When earth, air, fire, and water,
Join with darkness and light,
The result will be undefeatable ,
With endless power and might... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Somewhere...else...
“Sir!” the little silver man nearly yelled, rushing into the captain’s quarters and speaking as fast as he could. “Guess who’s made another prophecy: Cassandra, the local mystic. This is no regular prediction, though; otherwise I’m sure you couldn’t care less. At least, you never cared before. Or did you? I don't think you did. Well, you might care now. Maybe. But probably not. Actually, if you really think about it, analyse it and try to get down to the roots of the situation..."
"Skarthon! On with it!"
"Oh, sorry sir. Anyway... you know the old prophecy?" He started quoting. "When earth, air, fire and water..."
“I know very well what it says, Skarthon,” said the mysterious and deep voice from behind the thick curtain. “On with it already!”
“Well, she says it is time! The prophecy will soon be fulfilled... Well, relatively soon. In a few earth years, sir.”
“Skarthon. Skarthon, Skarthon, Skarthon. Why have you awakened me to tell me this? I have never worried about the prophecy. Not then, not now. Cassandra is most definetly not one to toy with, but the prediction, it’s...impossible. Incredible. Incomprehensible. Anyone who would predict its coming must be as insane as the prophecy itself. What harm could any earthly elements do to such an advanced species? The Tantao race is the most advanced yet. And you’re worried about a little rain? Ha!”
“Troyan, your majesty, wind and rain should be the least of our troubles. In sector 6,000 KLPm, there is a somewhat young queen, about 25 yrs. old, I think. Sir, her clomatic energy is off the charts! I’ve never seen anyone with such unbelievable energies, and powers! Why, she could rule her world! Yet, she keeps her power hidden, like it’s a curse. Still, you won’t believe what her powers are. Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Darkness, Light. Sir, it’s just like the prophecy!”
“So what?” Secretly, Troyan became very uneasy. Could there really be someone.. a woman, nonetheless... young, too... that had power to rival his own, and the whole Tantao army?
“If you must,” he said reluctantly, “Keep an eye on her. We’ll see how tough she is, when she thinks no one’s watching to see her powers in action... Now, GET OUT!!!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OLD ALIEN PROPHECY:
When earth, air, fire, and water,
Join with darkness and light,
The result will be undefeatable ,
With endless power and might... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Somewhere...else...
“Sir!” the little silver man nearly yelled, rushing into the captain’s quarters and speaking as fast as he could. “Guess who’s made another prophecy: Cassandra, the local mystic. This is no regular prediction, though; otherwise I’m sure you couldn’t care less. At least, you never cared before. Or did you? I don't think you did. Well, you might care now. Maybe. But probably not. Actually, if you really think about it, analyse it and try to get down to the roots of the situation..."
"Skarthon! On with it!"
"Oh, sorry sir. Anyway... you know the old prophecy?" He started quoting. "When earth, air, fire and water..."
“I know very well what it says, Skarthon,” said the mysterious and deep voice from behind the thick curtain. “On with it already!”
“Well, she says it is time! The prophecy will soon be fulfilled... Well, relatively soon. In a few earth years, sir.”
“Skarthon. Skarthon, Skarthon, Skarthon. Why have you awakened me to tell me this? I have never worried about the prophecy. Not then, not now. Cassandra is most definetly not one to toy with, but the prediction, it’s...impossible. Incredible. Incomprehensible. Anyone who would predict its coming must be as insane as the prophecy itself. What harm could any earthly elements do to such an advanced species? The Tantao race is the most advanced yet. And you’re worried about a little rain? Ha!”
“Troyan, your majesty, wind and rain should be the least of our troubles. In sector 6,000 KLPm, there is a somewhat young queen, about 25 yrs. old, I think. Sir, her clomatic energy is off the charts! I’ve never seen anyone with such unbelievable energies, and powers! Why, she could rule her world! Yet, she keeps her power hidden, like it’s a curse. Still, you won’t believe what her powers are. Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Darkness, Light. Sir, it’s just like the prophecy!”
“So what?” Secretly, Troyan became very uneasy. Could there really be someone.. a woman, nonetheless... young, too... that had power to rival his own, and the whole Tantao army?
“If you must,” he said reluctantly, “Keep an eye on her. We’ll see how tough she is, when she thinks no one’s watching to see her powers in action... Now, GET OUT!!!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elements Chapter 1- Meet The Humans
Hey yall! I know I said I would have the first chapter up by monday but I couldn't figure out how to get it off of my computer. I don't have internet or a printer, I couldn't burn it to a CD, and I couldn't find any floppy disks that would work! Well, I have it now. It's pretty long, but I hope you like it! There might be some type-o's but I'll edit those out later. Comment if you find some!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHAPTER ONE-MEET THE HUMANS
Dear Diary,
It's me, Midnight. You know how I said that I don't believe in happy birthdays? I was right. Right now my sisters and me are hiding out in the Collatan Caves. I wish wouldn’t have... wouldn’t have... I don’t know. I just wish she would come back and make this all go away. Then none this would've never happened. Maybe I could just have a NORMAL 16th birthday. Maybe my mom would still be alive.
~~~~~~~~~~~Many, Many Years Ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The old mystic of the castle sat rocking in her chair when Queen Pyris walked by. Pyris hated her name and her title, so she insisted on being called Red.
She was a fair, loving, and extremely powerful queen. Everyone loved her, and her daughters as well. She actually had 5 daughters. The oldest, Terra, was 9. Aryana, Ary for short, was 7. Pyris, who was named after her mother, was 6. Aqua was 4. Midnight, the youngest, was 2.
"Red," Martha said. "You're expecting again, aren't you?" Red turned away. "Don't try to hide it from me... I see it in your eyes."
"Fine. You win. You always win. You know I would tell you anything. And yes, I am. I don't know what I'm going to do! I already have 5 girls, I don't know if I can handle another! Besides, I'm already stretched so thin- being queen of Clantry, advisor to the king, and mother to 5 daughters! Martha, do you have a prophecy for me? Please, just tell me everything will be okay!"
"Everything will be fine," replied the old woman. "My prophecy is this; After the birth of your next child, when she is a little older, 6 children will inherit your powers. They will someday save your nation," said Martha, almost whispering.
Red was shocked. How did Martha know about her powers? She had certainly never told anyone, not even the king himself. So how did she know?
"What... powers?" Red said nervously, fidgeting and shuffling her feet.
"Red, I know. I've known for a long time."
“How did you find out?" She asked, stuttering.
Martha got a weird twinkle in her eyes. It was a twinkle that Red had seen many times, ever since she was a little girl. Martha had pretty much raised her when she was a little princess, and did everything her mother never could.
"I know many things, Red. Many things you couldn't even imagine that I would. I know what your powers are, too. You can bend elements. Use them as you please. You can make a sunny day, or a real heck of a storm. Earth, Air, Fire Water, Darkness, and Light. I'm right, am I not? I always knew, I just wanted to hear it from you," she said, smiling strangely.
"Yes, you're right," Red said, collapsing into a beautiful palace chair, half from exhaustion and half from astonishment. "Please don't tell anyone!"
"I won't. I have no reason to endanger your job... or your life, your majesty. None at all," she replied in a strange tone, with that weird look again in her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHAPTER ONE-MEET THE HUMANS
Dear Diary,
It's me, Midnight. You know how I said that I don't believe in happy birthdays? I was right. Right now my sisters and me are hiding out in the Collatan Caves. I wish wouldn’t have... wouldn’t have... I don’t know. I just wish she would come back and make this all go away. Then none this would've never happened. Maybe I could just have a NORMAL 16th birthday. Maybe my mom would still be alive.
~~~~~~~~~~~Many, Many Years Ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The old mystic of the castle sat rocking in her chair when Queen Pyris walked by. Pyris hated her name and her title, so she insisted on being called Red.
She was a fair, loving, and extremely powerful queen. Everyone loved her, and her daughters as well. She actually had 5 daughters. The oldest, Terra, was 9. Aryana, Ary for short, was 7. Pyris, who was named after her mother, was 6. Aqua was 4. Midnight, the youngest, was 2.
"Red," Martha said. "You're expecting again, aren't you?" Red turned away. "Don't try to hide it from me... I see it in your eyes."
"Fine. You win. You always win. You know I would tell you anything. And yes, I am. I don't know what I'm going to do! I already have 5 girls, I don't know if I can handle another! Besides, I'm already stretched so thin- being queen of Clantry, advisor to the king, and mother to 5 daughters! Martha, do you have a prophecy for me? Please, just tell me everything will be okay!"
"Everything will be fine," replied the old woman. "My prophecy is this; After the birth of your next child, when she is a little older, 6 children will inherit your powers. They will someday save your nation," said Martha, almost whispering.
Red was shocked. How did Martha know about her powers? She had certainly never told anyone, not even the king himself. So how did she know?
"What... powers?" Red said nervously, fidgeting and shuffling her feet.
"Red, I know. I've known for a long time."
“How did you find out?" She asked, stuttering.
Martha got a weird twinkle in her eyes. It was a twinkle that Red had seen many times, ever since she was a little girl. Martha had pretty much raised her when she was a little princess, and did everything her mother never could.
"I know many things, Red. Many things you couldn't even imagine that I would. I know what your powers are, too. You can bend elements. Use them as you please. You can make a sunny day, or a real heck of a storm. Earth, Air, Fire Water, Darkness, and Light. I'm right, am I not? I always knew, I just wanted to hear it from you," she said, smiling strangely.
"Yes, you're right," Red said, collapsing into a beautiful palace chair, half from exhaustion and half from astonishment. "Please don't tell anyone!"
"I won't. I have no reason to endanger your job... or your life, your majesty. None at all," she replied in a strange tone, with that weird look again in her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday, April 21, 2006
Random Thoughts of a Seventh Grade Mind
Hey yall!
Yes, I will get the next part of the story up tonight. but not now.
We have a writing assignment in english where we write a story and we can make it into a movie for extra credit. I have two Ideas, noth called random things from a seventh grade mind. Which one do yall think is better? Yeah, it's a funny movie.
Idea #1!!!
We live through the life of a regular seventh grader. Wakes up, goes to school, comes home, eats dinner, does homework, sleep. But all the time this seventh grader is narrating himself out loud! For instance, when he wakes up he would say:
"(insert seventh grader name here) is waking up. Have not completely come around yet. Not exactly all here. Mother is coming into room. Seems angry. She doesn't know I think she looks angry. And she also doesn't know that I think she can't cook. Well, she might now, judging by the scary look on her face...that I just made worse...
Idea#2!!
We live through the life of another seventh grader who thinks he's a spy. Always talks into a very fake walkie-talkie (I might substitute something like a cassette tape) and is running around trying to maek/solve/find mysteries where there are none. Kind of the same as idea one.
Please comment and tell me which one you think is better!
Yes, I will get the next part of the story up tonight. but not now.
We have a writing assignment in english where we write a story and we can make it into a movie for extra credit. I have two Ideas, noth called random things from a seventh grade mind. Which one do yall think is better? Yeah, it's a funny movie.
Idea #1!!!
We live through the life of a regular seventh grader. Wakes up, goes to school, comes home, eats dinner, does homework, sleep. But all the time this seventh grader is narrating himself out loud! For instance, when he wakes up he would say:
"(insert seventh grader name here) is waking up. Have not completely come around yet. Not exactly all here. Mother is coming into room. Seems angry. She doesn't know I think she looks angry. And she also doesn't know that I think she can't cook. Well, she might now, judging by the scary look on her face...that I just made worse...
Idea#2!!
We live through the life of another seventh grader who thinks he's a spy. Always talks into a very fake walkie-talkie (I might substitute something like a cassette tape) and is running around trying to maek/solve/find mysteries where there are none. Kind of the same as idea one.
Please comment and tell me which one you think is better!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Hey Everyody!
It's late and I know I should be asleep but I was just reading my dad's blog and it got me thinking. You know the whole "Planned Parenting" organization and Margaret Sanger, the leader who they praise and love and look up to and practically worship? This lady is very, very bad. She is racist and believes that poor people, black people, mentally disabled and physically disabled people are not worthy to be born. She created Planned Parenthood as a way to start weeding these people out to keep them from continuing their defects. If there is anything wrong with you or if you don't think like her or if you are a different color from her then she thinks you don't deserve to have been born. How wrong is that? My best friend used to be poor and a lot of my friends are black and so id my dad and I know a few people who my family loves very much who are mentally disabled. What is wrong with this girl?
You may not believe me, but here it is. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Margaret Sanger...In her own words.
Planned parenthood? If the title of the organization doesn't say it all, maybe we'll let the founder, Maggie Sanger, speak for herself.... But first, a word from her sponsor.
"As we celebrate the 100th birthday of Margaret Sanger, our outrageous and our courageous leader, we will probably find a number of areas in which we may find more about Margaret Sanger than we thought we wanted to know..."
Faye Wattleton, Past-president of Planned Parenthood
Actually, Faye darling, this is exactly what we wanted to know. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, in her own words.
"The most merciful thing that a family does to one of its infant members is to kill it."
Margaret Sanger (editor). The Woman Rebel, Volume I, Number 1. Reprinted in Woman and the New Race. New York: Brentanos Publishers, 1922.
"Birth control must lead ultimately to a cleaner race."
Margaret Sanger. Woman, Morality, and Birth Control. New York: New York Publishing Company, 1922. Page 12.
"We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities. The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through a religious appeal. We don't want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population. and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members."
Margaret Sanger's December 19, 1939 letter to Dr. Clarence Gamble, 255 Adams Street, Milton, Massachusetts. Original source: Sophia Smith Collection, Smith College, North Hampton, Massachusetts. Also described in Linda Gordon's Woman's Body, Woman's Right: A Social History of Birth Control in America. New York: Grossman Publishers, 1976.
"Sterilization is an urgent need ... We must prevent multiplication of this bad stock."
Margaret Sanger, April 1933 Birth Control Review referring to black people.
"Birth control itself, often denounced as a violation of natural law, is nothing more or less than the facilitation of the process of weeding out the unfit, of preventing the birth of defectives or of those who will become defectives."
[no source available at this time...]
As an advocate of birth control I wish ... to point out that the unbalance between the birth rate of the 'unfit' and the 'fit,' admittedly the greatest present menace to civilization, can never be rectified by the inauguration of a cradle competition between these two classes. In this matter, the example of the inferior classes, the fertility of the feeble-minded, the mentally defective, the poverty-stricken classes, should not be held up for emulation....On the contrary, the most urgent problem today is how to limit and discourage the over-fertility of the mentally and physically defective.
Margaret Sanger. "The Eugenic Value of Birth Control Propaganda." Birth Control Review, October 1921, page 5.
"Our failure to segregate morons who are increasing and multiplying ... demonstrates our foolhardy and extravagant sentimentalism ... [Philanthropists] encourage the healthier and more normal sections of the world to shoulder the burden of unthinking and indiscriminate fecundity of others; which brings with it, as I think the reader must agree, a dead weight of human waste. Instead of decreasing and aiming to eliminate the stocks that are most detrimental to the future of the race and the world, it tends to render them to a menacing degree dominant ... We are paying for, and even submitting to, the dictates of an ever-increasing, unceasingly spawning class of human beings who never should have been born
at all."
Margaret Sanger. The Pivot of Civilization, 1922. Chapter on "The Cruelty of Charity," pages 116, 122, and 189. Swarthmore College Library edition.
"The undeniably feeble-minded should, indeed, not only be discouraged but prevented from propagating their kind."
Margaret Sanger, quoted in Charles Valenza. "Was Margaret Sanger a Racist?" Family Planning Perspectives, January-February 1985, page 44.
"The third group [of society] are those irresponsible and reckless ones having little regard for the consequences of their acts, or whose religious scruples prevent their exercising control over their numbers. Many of this group are diseased, feeble-minded, and are of the pauper element dependent upon the normal and fit members of society for their support. There is no doubt in the minds of all thinking people that the procreation of this group should be stopped."
Margaret Sanger. Speech quoted in Birth Control: What It Is, How It Works, What It Will Do. The Proceedings of the First American Birth Control Conference. Held at the Hotel Plaza, New York City, November 11-12, 1921. Published by the Birth Control Review, Gothic Press, pages 172 and 174.
"The marriage bed is the most degenerative influence in the social order..."
Margaret Sanger (editor). The Woman Rebel, Volume I, Number 1. Reprinted in Woman and the New Race. New York: Brentanos Publishers, 1922.
"[Our objective is] unlimited gratification without the burden of unwanted children..."
Margaret Sanger (editor). The Woman Rebel, Volume I, Number 1. Reprinted in Woman and the New Race. New York: Brentanos Publishers, 1922.
"Give dysgenic groups [people with 'bad genes'] in our population their choice of segregation or [compulsory] sterilization."
Margaret Sanger, April 1932 Birth Control Review.
Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, proposed the American Baby Code that states, "No woman shall have the legal right to bear a child… without a permit for parenthood".
Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, proposed the Population Congress with the aim, "...to give certain dysgenic (people with bad genes... like african americans?) groups in our population their choice of segregation or sterilization."Is this what they mean by planned parenthood? Parenthood that meets their plans? As for Sanger, her motives were extremely clear. Have you seen anything where PP has denounced the beliefs of it's founder? Not some individual, but the organization as a whole? If we consider Hitler evil for his desire to exterminate the Jewish race, what do we say of Sanger?
It's amazing to actually hear (or read) this much hate coming from one person. I encourage you one way or another to write a letter to Margaret Sanger's organization telling them how disgraceful and bad their leader is, and to point out that this is what their whole organization was built on, that this crap is what they have worked so hard for.
I will proabably get the next chapter of the story up tomorrow.
Starting tuesday, we have to take TAKS tests the rest of the week. This is the test that tells the school whether they need to fire your teachers or not. And whether your smart enough to "continue your wonderful journey down the long road of education". Wish me luck!
It's late and I know I should be asleep but I was just reading my dad's blog and it got me thinking. You know the whole "Planned Parenting" organization and Margaret Sanger, the leader who they praise and love and look up to and practically worship? This lady is very, very bad. She is racist and believes that poor people, black people, mentally disabled and physically disabled people are not worthy to be born. She created Planned Parenthood as a way to start weeding these people out to keep them from continuing their defects. If there is anything wrong with you or if you don't think like her or if you are a different color from her then she thinks you don't deserve to have been born. How wrong is that? My best friend used to be poor and a lot of my friends are black and so id my dad and I know a few people who my family loves very much who are mentally disabled. What is wrong with this girl?
You may not believe me, but here it is. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Margaret Sanger...In her own words.
Planned parenthood? If the title of the organization doesn't say it all, maybe we'll let the founder, Maggie Sanger, speak for herself.... But first, a word from her sponsor.
"As we celebrate the 100th birthday of Margaret Sanger, our outrageous and our courageous leader, we will probably find a number of areas in which we may find more about Margaret Sanger than we thought we wanted to know..."
Faye Wattleton, Past-president of Planned Parenthood
Actually, Faye darling, this is exactly what we wanted to know. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, in her own words.
"The most merciful thing that a family does to one of its infant members is to kill it."
Margaret Sanger (editor). The Woman Rebel, Volume I, Number 1. Reprinted in Woman and the New Race. New York: Brentanos Publishers, 1922.
"Birth control must lead ultimately to a cleaner race."
Margaret Sanger. Woman, Morality, and Birth Control. New York: New York Publishing Company, 1922. Page 12.
"We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities. The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through a religious appeal. We don't want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population. and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members."
Margaret Sanger's December 19, 1939 letter to Dr. Clarence Gamble, 255 Adams Street, Milton, Massachusetts. Original source: Sophia Smith Collection, Smith College, North Hampton, Massachusetts. Also described in Linda Gordon's Woman's Body, Woman's Right: A Social History of Birth Control in America. New York: Grossman Publishers, 1976.
"Sterilization is an urgent need ... We must prevent multiplication of this bad stock."
Margaret Sanger, April 1933 Birth Control Review referring to black people.
"Birth control itself, often denounced as a violation of natural law, is nothing more or less than the facilitation of the process of weeding out the unfit, of preventing the birth of defectives or of those who will become defectives."
[no source available at this time...]
As an advocate of birth control I wish ... to point out that the unbalance between the birth rate of the 'unfit' and the 'fit,' admittedly the greatest present menace to civilization, can never be rectified by the inauguration of a cradle competition between these two classes. In this matter, the example of the inferior classes, the fertility of the feeble-minded, the mentally defective, the poverty-stricken classes, should not be held up for emulation....On the contrary, the most urgent problem today is how to limit and discourage the over-fertility of the mentally and physically defective.
Margaret Sanger. "The Eugenic Value of Birth Control Propaganda." Birth Control Review, October 1921, page 5.
"Our failure to segregate morons who are increasing and multiplying ... demonstrates our foolhardy and extravagant sentimentalism ... [Philanthropists] encourage the healthier and more normal sections of the world to shoulder the burden of unthinking and indiscriminate fecundity of others; which brings with it, as I think the reader must agree, a dead weight of human waste. Instead of decreasing and aiming to eliminate the stocks that are most detrimental to the future of the race and the world, it tends to render them to a menacing degree dominant ... We are paying for, and even submitting to, the dictates of an ever-increasing, unceasingly spawning class of human beings who never should have been born
at all."
Margaret Sanger. The Pivot of Civilization, 1922. Chapter on "The Cruelty of Charity," pages 116, 122, and 189. Swarthmore College Library edition.
"The undeniably feeble-minded should, indeed, not only be discouraged but prevented from propagating their kind."
Margaret Sanger, quoted in Charles Valenza. "Was Margaret Sanger a Racist?" Family Planning Perspectives, January-February 1985, page 44.
"The third group [of society] are those irresponsible and reckless ones having little regard for the consequences of their acts, or whose religious scruples prevent their exercising control over their numbers. Many of this group are diseased, feeble-minded, and are of the pauper element dependent upon the normal and fit members of society for their support. There is no doubt in the minds of all thinking people that the procreation of this group should be stopped."
Margaret Sanger. Speech quoted in Birth Control: What It Is, How It Works, What It Will Do. The Proceedings of the First American Birth Control Conference. Held at the Hotel Plaza, New York City, November 11-12, 1921. Published by the Birth Control Review, Gothic Press, pages 172 and 174.
"The marriage bed is the most degenerative influence in the social order..."
Margaret Sanger (editor). The Woman Rebel, Volume I, Number 1. Reprinted in Woman and the New Race. New York: Brentanos Publishers, 1922.
"[Our objective is] unlimited gratification without the burden of unwanted children..."
Margaret Sanger (editor). The Woman Rebel, Volume I, Number 1. Reprinted in Woman and the New Race. New York: Brentanos Publishers, 1922.
"Give dysgenic groups [people with 'bad genes'] in our population their choice of segregation or [compulsory] sterilization."
Margaret Sanger, April 1932 Birth Control Review.
Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, proposed the American Baby Code that states, "No woman shall have the legal right to bear a child… without a permit for parenthood".
Margaret Sanger, Founder of Planned Parenthood, proposed the Population Congress with the aim, "...to give certain dysgenic (people with bad genes... like african americans?) groups in our population their choice of segregation or sterilization."Is this what they mean by planned parenthood? Parenthood that meets their plans? As for Sanger, her motives were extremely clear. Have you seen anything where PP has denounced the beliefs of it's founder? Not some individual, but the organization as a whole? If we consider Hitler evil for his desire to exterminate the Jewish race, what do we say of Sanger?
It's amazing to actually hear (or read) this much hate coming from one person. I encourage you one way or another to write a letter to Margaret Sanger's organization telling them how disgraceful and bad their leader is, and to point out that this is what their whole organization was built on, that this crap is what they have worked so hard for.
I will proabably get the next chapter of the story up tomorrow.
Starting tuesday, we have to take TAKS tests the rest of the week. This is the test that tells the school whether they need to fire your teachers or not. And whether your smart enough to "continue your wonderful journey down the long road of education". Wish me luck!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
THE ELEMENTS ARE COMING! TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
Hey yall!
Guess what? a new story is coming! this one will be better than the last one. It's called ELEMENTS and so far the first ten pages are great! (at least, I think so. PLase tell me what you think!) I should have some time tomorrow (monday) to put the first chapter up. Can' t wait!
I just got some erally really funny quotes in an e-mail. Let me share them with you!
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Question: If you could live forever, would you and why?
Answer: "I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever," --Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest. (On September 17, 1994, Alabama's Heather Whitestone was selected as Miss America 1995.)
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Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life," --Brooke Shields, during an interview to become Spokesperson for federal anti-smoking campaign.
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"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body," --Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward.
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"Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country," --Mayor Marion Barry, Washington, DC.
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"I'm not going to have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president." (we are????)--Hillary Clinton commenting on the release of subpoenaed documents.
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"That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a [donkey], and I'm just the one to do it," --A congressional candidate in Texas.
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Half this game is ninety percent mental." --Philadelphia Phillies manager, Danny Ozark
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"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it." --Al Gore, Vice President
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"I love California-I practically grew up in Phoenix." does he know where he almost grew up???.....--Dan Quayle
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We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?"--Lee Iacocca
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"The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein." ---Joe Theisman, NFL football quarterback & sports analyst (and Notre Dame grad).
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"We don't necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people." (Oh, well that's different, I think- yeah right!)??????--Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor.
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"If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure." (really???????)--Bill Clinton, President
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Traditionally, most of Australia's imports come from overseas." --Keppel Enderbery
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"Your food stamps will be stopped effective March 1992 because we received notice that you passed away. May God bless you. You may reapply if there is a change in your circumstances." --Department of Social Services, Greenville, South Carolina
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"If somebody has a bad heart, they can plug this jack in at night as they go to bed and it will monitor their heart throughout the night. And the next morning, when they wake up dead, there'll be a record." --Mark S. Fowler, FCC Chairman
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Feeling smarterer...er...er... yet? I know I'm not! Anyway...
We had t o wake up at 5:30 this morning so that we could drive to temple and Dad could do a worship service over there. We got back around 7-ish. I AM SO TIRED! We had a blast, got to see tons of old friends. I didn't recognize a lot of them but they all recognized us. HAve you ever had someone you don't know walk up and give you a big hug and talk about how old you're getting? yeah.
I was in English class one time a couple weeks agoand we were taking our english/writing TAKS test and the one kid who couldn't stop talking (we'll call him BOB) got back after being gone a whole week. That was the best week of my life- no one interupting and yelling and getting all the teachers in bad moods. I have to sit next to him (blech!) in english, our last class with the coolest teacher ever!. Bob won't leave me alone. He won't leave anything at all alone. He sees something on the ground and he has to pick it up and make a big basketball scene and shoot it into the trashcan. Bob picks up my purse , puts it on then walks around the room, or steals my papers and turns them into paper airplanes, or talks in a high voice and then tells the teacher I did it! He always acts like a third grader! AARGH! So anyway I am sitting there taking my test. Everybody got a water bottle and some goldfish. Then I here bob whisper "Give me your goldfish!". And it was the same thing that happened last time we took the TAKS test (I wrote about it in a different blog). The teacher looks up and tells him to be quiet or get a zero on the test. 2 minutes later he says it again in a high voice and the teacher's all like "Laura! Quit talking!". I tried to tell her it wasn't me, but can you believe how hard it is to talk to somebody without talking when they don't know sign language and they aren't even looking at you? So Bob says it again, but whispering still. The teacher didn't hear him.I had the goldfish in the aisle next to me on his side so he tries to reach down and get them when the teacher looks up and he gets D-hall for the next 3 days! The whole class practically cheered right there during the test!
Guess what?
I'm starting another book on my blog! Yay! This one will hopefully be better than the last one. It's called ELEMENTS. I'll probably put the first chapter up tomorrow. It's about a Queen named Pyris who hates her name and insists on being called "Red". She has pale skin and long red hair. She has 'powers', the ability to control the six elements- earth, air, fire, water, darkness, and light. She has a counselor named Martha who she grew up with. Martha is kind of like a fortune teller. Red has a husband named Ferdinand and 6 little girls- Starlight, Midnight, Pyris, Ary (short for Aryana), Terra, and Aqua. They live happily ever after- until tragedy strikes! An alien race has their own fortune teller, Cassandra. Cassandra made a prophecy many, many years ago that the only thing that could defeat such and advanced race were the 6 elements. No one knew what she was talking about, so they all laughed it off- until they flew close to earth and got a celestial power reading that showed up on their radar from over 6 million lightyears away! The radar went basurk. It was pure power, pure energy, but it was the elements and a human at the same time. They have to destroy this... thing. Can Red and her daughters survive the attack? What will they do if Red fails? What about the kingdom? And is martha really their friend? Find out... MONDAY. DON'T MISS A SINGLE CHAPTER!
ELEMENTS...
Guess what? a new story is coming! this one will be better than the last one. It's called ELEMENTS and so far the first ten pages are great! (at least, I think so. PLase tell me what you think!) I should have some time tomorrow (monday) to put the first chapter up. Can' t wait!
I just got some erally really funny quotes in an e-mail. Let me share them with you!
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Question: If you could live forever, would you and why?
Answer: "I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever," --Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest. (On September 17, 1994, Alabama's Heather Whitestone was selected as Miss America 1995.)
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Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life," --Brooke Shields, during an interview to become Spokesperson for federal anti-smoking campaign.
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"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body," --Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward.
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"Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country," --Mayor Marion Barry, Washington, DC.
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"I'm not going to have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president." (we are????)--Hillary Clinton commenting on the release of subpoenaed documents.
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"That lowdown scoundrel deserves to be kicked to death by a [donkey], and I'm just the one to do it," --A congressional candidate in Texas.
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Half this game is ninety percent mental." --Philadelphia Phillies manager, Danny Ozark
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"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it." --Al Gore, Vice President
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"I love California-I practically grew up in Phoenix." does he know where he almost grew up???.....--Dan Quayle
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We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?"--Lee Iacocca
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"The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein." ---Joe Theisman, NFL football quarterback & sports analyst (and Notre Dame grad).
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"We don't necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people." (Oh, well that's different, I think- yeah right!)??????--Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor.
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"If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure." (really???????)--Bill Clinton, President
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Traditionally, most of Australia's imports come from overseas." --Keppel Enderbery
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"Your food stamps will be stopped effective March 1992 because we received notice that you passed away. May God bless you. You may reapply if there is a change in your circumstances." --Department of Social Services, Greenville, South Carolina
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"If somebody has a bad heart, they can plug this jack in at night as they go to bed and it will monitor their heart throughout the night. And the next morning, when they wake up dead, there'll be a record." --Mark S. Fowler, FCC Chairman
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Feeling smarterer...er...er... yet? I know I'm not! Anyway...
We had t o wake up at 5:30 this morning so that we could drive to temple and Dad could do a worship service over there. We got back around 7-ish. I AM SO TIRED! We had a blast, got to see tons of old friends. I didn't recognize a lot of them but they all recognized us. HAve you ever had someone you don't know walk up and give you a big hug and talk about how old you're getting? yeah.
I was in English class one time a couple weeks agoand we were taking our english/writing TAKS test and the one kid who couldn't stop talking (we'll call him BOB) got back after being gone a whole week. That was the best week of my life- no one interupting and yelling and getting all the teachers in bad moods. I have to sit next to him (blech!) in english, our last class with the coolest teacher ever!. Bob won't leave me alone. He won't leave anything at all alone. He sees something on the ground and he has to pick it up and make a big basketball scene and shoot it into the trashcan. Bob picks up my purse , puts it on then walks around the room, or steals my papers and turns them into paper airplanes, or talks in a high voice and then tells the teacher I did it! He always acts like a third grader! AARGH! So anyway I am sitting there taking my test. Everybody got a water bottle and some goldfish. Then I here bob whisper "Give me your goldfish!". And it was the same thing that happened last time we took the TAKS test (I wrote about it in a different blog). The teacher looks up and tells him to be quiet or get a zero on the test. 2 minutes later he says it again in a high voice and the teacher's all like "Laura! Quit talking!". I tried to tell her it wasn't me, but can you believe how hard it is to talk to somebody without talking when they don't know sign language and they aren't even looking at you? So Bob says it again, but whispering still. The teacher didn't hear him.I had the goldfish in the aisle next to me on his side so he tries to reach down and get them when the teacher looks up and he gets D-hall for the next 3 days! The whole class practically cheered right there during the test!
Guess what?
I'm starting another book on my blog! Yay! This one will hopefully be better than the last one. It's called ELEMENTS. I'll probably put the first chapter up tomorrow. It's about a Queen named Pyris who hates her name and insists on being called "Red". She has pale skin and long red hair. She has 'powers', the ability to control the six elements- earth, air, fire, water, darkness, and light. She has a counselor named Martha who she grew up with. Martha is kind of like a fortune teller. Red has a husband named Ferdinand and 6 little girls- Starlight, Midnight, Pyris, Ary (short for Aryana), Terra, and Aqua. They live happily ever after- until tragedy strikes! An alien race has their own fortune teller, Cassandra. Cassandra made a prophecy many, many years ago that the only thing that could defeat such and advanced race were the 6 elements. No one knew what she was talking about, so they all laughed it off- until they flew close to earth and got a celestial power reading that showed up on their radar from over 6 million lightyears away! The radar went basurk. It was pure power, pure energy, but it was the elements and a human at the same time. They have to destroy this... thing. Can Red and her daughters survive the attack? What will they do if Red fails? What about the kingdom? And is martha really their friend? Find out... MONDAY. DON'T MISS A SINGLE CHAPTER!
ELEMENTS...
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Hey yall
I had no idea that I would be so busy this past 2 weeks! Last monday I had piano lessons, tuesday I had tons of homework including a 3 page report due on some composer, wednesday I had another report to do and math homework and church that night, thursday I had to go to pre-UIL with my choir and wear this black dress that almost looks like something you'd wear to a funeral, friday I had to pack from right after school and until it was tim toleave for a weekend-long youth group thing called DISCIPLE NOW and it was awesome! They took us to church this morning and we left with our parents after, and tomorrow I'm throwing a birthday party for my friend who wasn't going to get to have one! *Sigh!* So little time so much to do (or forget to do, such as cleaning my room...). It may not sound like much, but I've been so busy that my dog Starbuck is probably going through seperation anxiety :-) . Today we gotta get my friend a present but there is no way I'm going to the mall on a sunday afternoon so I'll probably get her a really pretty digital watch from wal-mart. She loves digital watches but she doesn't have one. We also have to run up to Brook Maye's and get the next level (level four-finally! There's only six levels, though) in my piano books because we've been putting it off for about 3 weeks and I have lessons tomorrow so I kinda need them!
At Disciple Now lots of stuff went wrong at the house the girls were staying at. For one, lots of stuff got broken . There were 2 bookshelfs full of glass and there was a recliner in front of them so whenever somone sat in the recliner the shelf would get knocked into and stuff would fall down and break! Also, the lady's mom had a homegroup at the house at night and five minutes before it started the upstairs toilet overflowed and rained all of this "water" down from the ceiling making the house smell really bad and making the floor all wet. And one of the drivers got her car door messed up. She had parked at the end of the parking lot wich was bordered by a 2 foot high brck wall that ended at the car's trunk. she backed out without making sure all the doors were closed and when she did one of the doors got caught on the wall and it started bending backwards. It didn't falle off, but there is a big dent there now! Poor girl- she loved that car! They said the insurance will cover it, thank goodness.
Anyway, I gotta run. One of my friends is over and she want t go play the Nancy Drew computer games. I'll try to post back tomorrow after the party!
I had no idea that I would be so busy this past 2 weeks! Last monday I had piano lessons, tuesday I had tons of homework including a 3 page report due on some composer, wednesday I had another report to do and math homework and church that night, thursday I had to go to pre-UIL with my choir and wear this black dress that almost looks like something you'd wear to a funeral, friday I had to pack from right after school and until it was tim toleave for a weekend-long youth group thing called DISCIPLE NOW and it was awesome! They took us to church this morning and we left with our parents after, and tomorrow I'm throwing a birthday party for my friend who wasn't going to get to have one! *Sigh!* So little time so much to do (or forget to do, such as cleaning my room...). It may not sound like much, but I've been so busy that my dog Starbuck is probably going through seperation anxiety :-) . Today we gotta get my friend a present but there is no way I'm going to the mall on a sunday afternoon so I'll probably get her a really pretty digital watch from wal-mart. She loves digital watches but she doesn't have one. We also have to run up to Brook Maye's and get the next level (level four-finally! There's only six levels, though) in my piano books because we've been putting it off for about 3 weeks and I have lessons tomorrow so I kinda need them!
At Disciple Now lots of stuff went wrong at the house the girls were staying at. For one, lots of stuff got broken . There were 2 bookshelfs full of glass and there was a recliner in front of them so whenever somone sat in the recliner the shelf would get knocked into and stuff would fall down and break! Also, the lady's mom had a homegroup at the house at night and five minutes before it started the upstairs toilet overflowed and rained all of this "water" down from the ceiling making the house smell really bad and making the floor all wet. And one of the drivers got her car door messed up. She had parked at the end of the parking lot wich was bordered by a 2 foot high brck wall that ended at the car's trunk. she backed out without making sure all the doors were closed and when she did one of the doors got caught on the wall and it started bending backwards. It didn't falle off, but there is a big dent there now! Poor girl- she loved that car! They said the insurance will cover it, thank goodness.
Anyway, I gotta run. One of my friends is over and she want t go play the Nancy Drew computer games. I'll try to post back tomorrow after the party!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Hey Yall!
Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I just got back from my piano recital. We thought it started at 7:00, but around 6:10 we got a call saying it started at six! I got there with my dad and brothers and grandma. Dad played a few songs and everyone sung (or sang, I don't really know) and then it was my turn. I played "Spanish Dance" which is also called some other name in spanish that I don't know how to say, then I played Cannon in C Major. I had a blast!
Does anybody have any ideas for stories I could post? I have one that I'm working on but I'm gonna turn it into a book because it's too long to post. It's 10 pages, and the mystery has barely started!
Have any of yall ever been to www.despair.com? I'm sure yall have seen those paintings and posters and calendars that have a beautiful painting and then under that it says something like "If all it takes to make you happy is a pretty picture and a nice qoute, you probably have a nice, easy job. The kind that robots will be doing soon." Those are hilarious! If you go to that site, up at the top it say "demotivators by title". READ THEM, THEY ARE HILARIOUS!
Anyway, nothing is really going on right now. We had our writing TAKS test today. I ended up sitting next to this kid I don't like. He kept whispering to me during the test and asking for my goldfish. I really dislike him. Once the bell rang I got up and almost yelled at him because he wouldn't stop asking for my goldfish! I told him he could have him after class but I could still hear him barely whispering "Give me your gold fish! Give me your goldfish!".
I know I promised this blog would be funny and interesting, but the only funny thing is that my life isn't packed and busy liketi normally is! :-) Well, hopefully something blog-worthy will happen soon. I'm so bored!
See yall later!
Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I just got back from my piano recital. We thought it started at 7:00, but around 6:10 we got a call saying it started at six! I got there with my dad and brothers and grandma. Dad played a few songs and everyone sung (or sang, I don't really know) and then it was my turn. I played "Spanish Dance" which is also called some other name in spanish that I don't know how to say, then I played Cannon in C Major. I had a blast!
Does anybody have any ideas for stories I could post? I have one that I'm working on but I'm gonna turn it into a book because it's too long to post. It's 10 pages, and the mystery has barely started!
Have any of yall ever been to www.despair.com? I'm sure yall have seen those paintings and posters and calendars that have a beautiful painting and then under that it says something like "If all it takes to make you happy is a pretty picture and a nice qoute, you probably have a nice, easy job. The kind that robots will be doing soon." Those are hilarious! If you go to that site, up at the top it say "demotivators by title". READ THEM, THEY ARE HILARIOUS!
Anyway, nothing is really going on right now. We had our writing TAKS test today. I ended up sitting next to this kid I don't like. He kept whispering to me during the test and asking for my goldfish. I really dislike him. Once the bell rang I got up and almost yelled at him because he wouldn't stop asking for my goldfish! I told him he could have him after class but I could still hear him barely whispering "Give me your gold fish! Give me your goldfish!".
I know I promised this blog would be funny and interesting, but the only funny thing is that my life isn't packed and busy liketi normally is! :-) Well, hopefully something blog-worthy will happen soon. I'm so bored!
See yall later!
Monday, February 06, 2006
Chapter -the finale
Hey yall!
This is the last chapter. I wrapped it up as best as I could-If you have any questions just comment!
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*Click click tap tap tap click click*
Mariah clicked and typed on her computer. It was going to be kind of hard to get to Idaho from Texas. This would have to be an inside job. She sighed as she re-read her e-mail to agent Chisolm.
‘Dear Mr. Chisolm,
This is Mariah Bronson. I’m sure you remember me from your previous work with my family. At my new school there is a ghost rumor running around, and I thought you might like to hear about it.’
Mariah repeated the whole ghost story and hit the send button. As she got up to leave her room her computer started beeping. She had mail.
“Well agent Chisolm, you sure aren’t busy today!”
"Dear Mariah,
It’s nice to hear from you again! I would have to go through very many legal channels before I could 'leagally' investigate this case, but I’m sure I can find another loophole. Please talk to your parents and tell them I enjoyed our previous case. Tell them to e-mail me tomorrow to make sure we have everything in order. I will start this case right away.
Sincerely,
Agent Chisolm"
“Well, this certainly is a nice surprise!” Mariah jumped at the sound of her brother’s voice in the doorway, not realizing she had read the e-mail out loud.
“You stay here, let me go get mom and dad.”
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The Bronson House Monday 5:18
“Agent Chisolm! What a pleasant surprise!” Mariah had caught her mom and dad up on the case, but she hadn’t told them agent Chisolm was coming. She thought a surprise would be better.
“Sharon! Where’s Charles? I’m sure your daughter has caught you up on everything.”
“Yes, she did, but she didn’t tell us you were coming!”
“Well, that’s Mariah for you! I’ve known that girl since she was three years old and every time I see her she still never ceases to amaze me. I’m very impressed that she found where the boy was and why they took him all within one weekend.”
“Well, after she found it we were impressed, too!”
"Yes. Once she clued us in on the boys location, everything unraveled from there.”
Mariah spoke next.
“Agent Chisolm, that was the easy part. Can you explain the rest of it to me?”
“Well, Broderick was kidnapped after all, just like you said, but not my who you might think. His own club, Blitz K, kidnapped him. But they weren’t a real club. See, the government had a group of high school kids out looking for kids who were staring down the wrong path, on their way to becoming delinquents. The parents would have to call a number, and that would connect them to the project. Broderick’s parents had always suspected that he was going off track, and they were in on the whole thing. After the Broderick was kidnapped from the store by two of the club members, he was taken to the mansion you found and kept there with his parents for rehabilitation and counseling. The whole thing was a setup. The government paid actors to pretend they lived in a certain place so that when the club’s newest member broke in, he would think he was breaking in to a real house. But nobody ever made it to the last challenge. They would all disappear, just like Broderick Peters. They’re families would agree to silently disappear from society. And when their kids were okay again, they would silently come back. Broderick Peters was a special case, though, and that’s why he was gone so long. This project, called Blitz K, was so secret that nobody knew about it in my neck of the woods. If they did, I would have known not to fly out there and bust through the door with a bomb squad! But now all is done, and we can all go back to our normal lives.”
“Uh, Mr. Chisolm? I’m not sure how normal our lives can get. We do undercover governement work, remember? Still, it’s exciting to be an undercover worker at fourteen. To bad I can’t tell anybody!”
“Well, you will be able to someday. You'll be able to tell your children and grandchildren how you were a secret agent," Chisolm said. He picked up his glass of tea. “Here’s to Mariah, the world’s best kid detective!”
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Blitz K-
Bringing
Loving
Innocence
To
Zany
Kids
This is the last chapter. I wrapped it up as best as I could-If you have any questions just comment!
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*Click click tap tap tap click click*
Mariah clicked and typed on her computer. It was going to be kind of hard to get to Idaho from Texas. This would have to be an inside job. She sighed as she re-read her e-mail to agent Chisolm.
‘Dear Mr. Chisolm,
This is Mariah Bronson. I’m sure you remember me from your previous work with my family. At my new school there is a ghost rumor running around, and I thought you might like to hear about it.’
Mariah repeated the whole ghost story and hit the send button. As she got up to leave her room her computer started beeping. She had mail.
“Well agent Chisolm, you sure aren’t busy today!”
"Dear Mariah,
It’s nice to hear from you again! I would have to go through very many legal channels before I could 'leagally' investigate this case, but I’m sure I can find another loophole. Please talk to your parents and tell them I enjoyed our previous case. Tell them to e-mail me tomorrow to make sure we have everything in order. I will start this case right away.
Sincerely,
Agent Chisolm"
“Well, this certainly is a nice surprise!” Mariah jumped at the sound of her brother’s voice in the doorway, not realizing she had read the e-mail out loud.
“You stay here, let me go get mom and dad.”
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The Bronson House Monday 5:18
“Agent Chisolm! What a pleasant surprise!” Mariah had caught her mom and dad up on the case, but she hadn’t told them agent Chisolm was coming. She thought a surprise would be better.
“Sharon! Where’s Charles? I’m sure your daughter has caught you up on everything.”
“Yes, she did, but she didn’t tell us you were coming!”
“Well, that’s Mariah for you! I’ve known that girl since she was three years old and every time I see her she still never ceases to amaze me. I’m very impressed that she found where the boy was and why they took him all within one weekend.”
“Well, after she found it we were impressed, too!”
"Yes. Once she clued us in on the boys location, everything unraveled from there.”
Mariah spoke next.
“Agent Chisolm, that was the easy part. Can you explain the rest of it to me?”
“Well, Broderick was kidnapped after all, just like you said, but not my who you might think. His own club, Blitz K, kidnapped him. But they weren’t a real club. See, the government had a group of high school kids out looking for kids who were staring down the wrong path, on their way to becoming delinquents. The parents would have to call a number, and that would connect them to the project. Broderick’s parents had always suspected that he was going off track, and they were in on the whole thing. After the Broderick was kidnapped from the store by two of the club members, he was taken to the mansion you found and kept there with his parents for rehabilitation and counseling. The whole thing was a setup. The government paid actors to pretend they lived in a certain place so that when the club’s newest member broke in, he would think he was breaking in to a real house. But nobody ever made it to the last challenge. They would all disappear, just like Broderick Peters. They’re families would agree to silently disappear from society. And when their kids were okay again, they would silently come back. Broderick Peters was a special case, though, and that’s why he was gone so long. This project, called Blitz K, was so secret that nobody knew about it in my neck of the woods. If they did, I would have known not to fly out there and bust through the door with a bomb squad! But now all is done, and we can all go back to our normal lives.”
“Uh, Mr. Chisolm? I’m not sure how normal our lives can get. We do undercover governement work, remember? Still, it’s exciting to be an undercover worker at fourteen. To bad I can’t tell anybody!”
“Well, you will be able to someday. You'll be able to tell your children and grandchildren how you were a secret agent," Chisolm said. He picked up his glass of tea. “Here’s to Mariah, the world’s best kid detective!”
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Blitz K-
Bringing
Loving
Innocence
To
Zany
Kids
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
After school
hey yall it's me again!
I did not have any homework tonight!! Can you say Hallelujah!
My reading teacher wants me to be in the honors class when I get to high school. She said there was two people in the class that she expected to be in honors. Everyody knew who she was talking about because all of the competitions and highest grades and all that are between me and this other smart guy-that, and she was staring right at us the whole time. She gave us all candy because the sub left a good report about the class.
I was talking to a kid from school the other day and he's scared of this girl in our class. You can tell, because whenever he sees her coming he starts flinching. I thought that was hilarious!
For the first time in a long, long time, nothing interesting really happened today. Of course, that might change after I get back from youth group, because there's always something goin on there! I'll try to write back if anything happens.
Like I said, nothing really happened today that was blog-worthy, so I'm gonna go...um...do something. Maybe I'll practice piano or read a book or play video games or something, I don't know. I'm usually so busy with homework, so now that I don't have any, I don't know what to do!
I did not have any homework tonight!! Can you say Hallelujah!
My reading teacher wants me to be in the honors class when I get to high school. She said there was two people in the class that she expected to be in honors. Everyody knew who she was talking about because all of the competitions and highest grades and all that are between me and this other smart guy-that, and she was staring right at us the whole time. She gave us all candy because the sub left a good report about the class.
I was talking to a kid from school the other day and he's scared of this girl in our class. You can tell, because whenever he sees her coming he starts flinching. I thought that was hilarious!
For the first time in a long, long time, nothing interesting really happened today. Of course, that might change after I get back from youth group, because there's always something goin on there! I'll try to write back if anything happens.
Like I said, nothing really happened today that was blog-worthy, so I'm gonna go...um...do something. Maybe I'll practice piano or read a book or play video games or something, I don't know. I'm usually so busy with homework, so now that I don't have any, I don't know what to do!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
This is my post for the day (aside from the story)
Hey everybody!
I hope yall are liking my story!
I have to talk about what happened at school today!
I was in english class and we have the coolest, funniest teacher, but she got so fed up to day it was scary!
We have 5 kids in our class who always have to talk and get out of their seats and make noise and get all this attention. She's been pretty nice to them so far, but the year is almost over and she just gets frustrated. It's in the last period of the day so everyone is crazy.
One day she got mad. Really mad. I wasn't there so I heard about it from my friend, but she split up the whole class! She has an aisle in the middle of the room and then desks on both sides facing the middle. She put all 5 of the trouble kids on the left and all the good kids on the right. The good kids took up all of the chairs on the good side so me and this other girl had to sit on the 'bad side'! It was always crazy when we have subs because the teacher tells them that only five of the kids on the bad side need to be watched but she never tells them which five! She says I'm one of the best students so the subs always get mad when I answer the questions right after someone else gets it wrong because they think I'm trying to mouth off and be smart. But the teacher put me in charge of a whoe bunch of stuff to do when the sub was there and when the sub asked who was supposed to do it, I raised my hand, but so did one of the bad kids. The bad kid said I was the bad one and he was the good one and I got in trouble with the sub and she almost gave me detention but thank goodness the rest of the class stuck up for me! The sub and the bad kid got in this huge fight, though! He wouldn't go to his seat and he was making fun of her and he got sent to the office.
There was another kid throwing stuff at me from across the room but somehow the sub always missed it! He threw a pencil across the room and she didn't see it. He threw all kinds of stuff. Finally I raised my hand and told the sub but she didn't believe me! So I'm sitting there trying to get her to make the kid stop throwing highlighters at me when the principle walks into the class and calls me out of the room! The class all acted like I was in trouble, but the principle was just going around the school giving the Temp. I.D.s that some kids had signed up for! When I got back the sub was so mad! She thought I was playing her the whole time and I was really one of the bad kids! She sent a bad note to the normal teacher and I got in a lot of trouble, until the bad kid that got me in trouble told her what really happened. Why? I don't know. He got me in trouble, and now he gets me out of trouble. I don't like him. No one really does because he trips random people walking down the hallway because "He Feels like it!"
One time he tried to trip me and I fell and my books flew everywhere. Half of them hit him in the face! The teacher saw the whole thing, and he got in so much trouble!
You wanna know what else happened today?
I fell flat on my face in the hallway-twice! The first time I just tripped over my feet and the next thing I know I'm staring at the carpet. The next time I couldn't get my locker open so I tried again. I put in my combination, lifted the latch, but something was caught in the door and it wouldn't open! So I'm almost late for class and the bell's about to ring, so I call my friend Hoziel for help. Him and my friends Lenzie and Katy and Susan and Ahmed all try to open it but it wouldn't budge! So we all grabbed the latch and started leaning backwards. So you got 6 kids all trying to open this locker right before class when it suddenly slams open.! It hit Susan in the face and knocked me flat on the ground! I screamed when I fell because I wasn't expecting that and everybody's staring at me and I'm just lieing on the ground because I was still sore from P.E. where we played soccer (where I kept getting hit with the ball because I somehow kept getting in the way). 3 or 4 more kids come over to help me up and I'm climbing up the stair to go to science class when I get stopped by the scary blonde lady (the vice principle), and I get lunch d-hal for being in the hall without a pass! all the other kids had gotten to class on ti me... Lucky them!
Anyway, I guess I better stop before I push today's chapter down to the next page!
Bye yalll!
I hope yall are liking my story!
I have to talk about what happened at school today!
I was in english class and we have the coolest, funniest teacher, but she got so fed up to day it was scary!
We have 5 kids in our class who always have to talk and get out of their seats and make noise and get all this attention. She's been pretty nice to them so far, but the year is almost over and she just gets frustrated. It's in the last period of the day so everyone is crazy.
One day she got mad. Really mad. I wasn't there so I heard about it from my friend, but she split up the whole class! She has an aisle in the middle of the room and then desks on both sides facing the middle. She put all 5 of the trouble kids on the left and all the good kids on the right. The good kids took up all of the chairs on the good side so me and this other girl had to sit on the 'bad side'! It was always crazy when we have subs because the teacher tells them that only five of the kids on the bad side need to be watched but she never tells them which five! She says I'm one of the best students so the subs always get mad when I answer the questions right after someone else gets it wrong because they think I'm trying to mouth off and be smart. But the teacher put me in charge of a whoe bunch of stuff to do when the sub was there and when the sub asked who was supposed to do it, I raised my hand, but so did one of the bad kids. The bad kid said I was the bad one and he was the good one and I got in trouble with the sub and she almost gave me detention but thank goodness the rest of the class stuck up for me! The sub and the bad kid got in this huge fight, though! He wouldn't go to his seat and he was making fun of her and he got sent to the office.
There was another kid throwing stuff at me from across the room but somehow the sub always missed it! He threw a pencil across the room and she didn't see it. He threw all kinds of stuff. Finally I raised my hand and told the sub but she didn't believe me! So I'm sitting there trying to get her to make the kid stop throwing highlighters at me when the principle walks into the class and calls me out of the room! The class all acted like I was in trouble, but the principle was just going around the school giving the Temp. I.D.s that some kids had signed up for! When I got back the sub was so mad! She thought I was playing her the whole time and I was really one of the bad kids! She sent a bad note to the normal teacher and I got in a lot of trouble, until the bad kid that got me in trouble told her what really happened. Why? I don't know. He got me in trouble, and now he gets me out of trouble. I don't like him. No one really does because he trips random people walking down the hallway because "He Feels like it!"
One time he tried to trip me and I fell and my books flew everywhere. Half of them hit him in the face! The teacher saw the whole thing, and he got in so much trouble!
You wanna know what else happened today?
I fell flat on my face in the hallway-twice! The first time I just tripped over my feet and the next thing I know I'm staring at the carpet. The next time I couldn't get my locker open so I tried again. I put in my combination, lifted the latch, but something was caught in the door and it wouldn't open! So I'm almost late for class and the bell's about to ring, so I call my friend Hoziel for help. Him and my friends Lenzie and Katy and Susan and Ahmed all try to open it but it wouldn't budge! So we all grabbed the latch and started leaning backwards. So you got 6 kids all trying to open this locker right before class when it suddenly slams open.! It hit Susan in the face and knocked me flat on the ground! I screamed when I fell because I wasn't expecting that and everybody's staring at me and I'm just lieing on the ground because I was still sore from P.E. where we played soccer (where I kept getting hit with the ball because I somehow kept getting in the way). 3 or 4 more kids come over to help me up and I'm climbing up the stair to go to science class when I get stopped by the scary blonde lady (the vice principle), and I get lunch d-hal for being in the hall without a pass! all the other kids had gotten to class on ti me... Lucky them!
Anyway, I guess I better stop before I push today's chapter down to the next page!
Bye yalll!
Chapter Two
Hey everybody!
You would not believe how much homework I have been getting lately! I would have put up the second chapter yesterday but I had to stay up almost an hour late finishing a report for english. I haven't had any time before school, either.
So here it is, what yall have hopefully been waiting for! :-)
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The Bronson House 5:11 p.m.
“Mariah! I wanted to apologize to you this morning, but you had already left.” That was Mariah’s mom, Sharon. She was probably trying to apologize for having to stay up until 4:00 cracking that drug ring.
“That’s okay mom, it was more important than homework anyway.”
“You can say that again! What was that, our fourth case this month? I don’t know, your dad’s keeping score.”
“Where is dad, anyway?”
Sharon seemed to have to think about that one.
“Oh! He said he’d be home for dinner but he had a meeting with his boss. So what did you find out during detention?” They walked over to the couch and sat down.
“ I found out our school has a ghost. He was a kid named Broderick Peters. He was trying to join a club called Blitz, and the club had initiations. It was a secret club, so nobody knew. But the initiations went 1,2,3,4. First you had to steal pair of expensive computer speakers or a good printer, and if you did that you would have to go steal like a diamond ring or something. Then you would have to watch a house for a couple of days, wait till the family was asleep, and go steal something important of theirs, like a couch, TV, or even a dishwasher. Then you would have to wait until they’re home, and burst in with a gun. You wouldn’t shoot anybody, but you would steal a whole bunch of big stuff. Broderick didn’t get that far, though.”
Sharon looked disturbed at the whole idea of this club. “I don’t like the way this is going,” she said.
“You won’t,” Mariah replied. “On the day when he was supposed to take something from the jewelry store he went in and never came out. His friends saw him walk through the front door, but the security cameras were checked over and over and no teenager had ever walked through the door that day. It was as if he walked through the door and evaporated into thin air. Ever since then, kids have been saying that he came back and haunts the other members in Blitz. No one really knows what happened to him. I would really, really, really like to find out. It would make me really, really, really happy if maybe I could just...”
“Are you trying to say that you want to look into this?” Her mom asked.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t have to drag you guys into this. I just wanna find out more about it.”
“Well, as long as you know what you’re doing. Remember that we’re here if you need us."
“Thanks mom!”
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Peretti High 8:16 Friday
Okay girl, it’s Friday. You need to find out as much as you can about the ghost, Mariah thought.
“Hey Mariah! Why are you waiting outside? You know we can go inside, we just have to wait in the cafeteria.” Claire Woodland had kind of latched on to Mariah when she moved in. She knew everything about the school, so Mariah figured she would be the best one to ask.
“Claire, do you know anything about a kid who used to go here named Broderick Peters?”
“Well, like, DUH!” Said Claire. “Everybody knows about him. Scott said he already told you part of the story, so let me pick up where he left off.
"Everybody thinks that Broderick pretended to go inside, but ran instead. They said he was too afraid to come back because he thought his parents would be mad and his friends would hate him. Whether that’s true or not, nobody can prove anything.”
“What do you believe?” Mariah wanted to find out all the different versions and stories.
“I think that somehow something strange happened that day. He was either kidnapped, or he just… disappeared. Somehow.”
“Okay. Well, thanks. I’m gonna go in before I’m late"
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Later.....Peretti High.....3:28
“Hey Mom! I need some help. What do you think happened to Broderick…Uh-huh…Uh-huh...huh…yep…. Uh-huh…. Okay, see you after school.”
Mariah sighed as she hung up her pink-striped cell phone. It was after 3:00, and school was about to let out after 6th period.
She had a sketchy idea of what happened, but she couldn’t be totally sure of anything. She guessed that someone found out about Blitz and didn’t like it, So they found out when and where the next challenge for Broderick was, and took him away just to shake everybody up. But what they did with him for the last 4 years, she didn’t have a clue.
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The Daley House 4:38 Friday
“Hello Jeremy, favorite brother of mine!” Mariah knew she would have to do some fudging to get Jeremy to do anything for her. Ever since she handcuffed him to the stairs, flushed the key, and sprinkled glitter all over him when she was 7 and he was 8, he never seemed to trust here anymore… But anyway, this was important.
“So, Jeremy, Since we go to the same school, would you mind helping me out with this investigation I’m doing?”
“Yes, I would mind.” Jeremy seemed to need more pushing today.
“Well, have any of your friends ever told you about the school ghost?”
“Yeah. That's one of my favorite subjects, next to lunch and free period. What do you wanna know?”
“Everything.”
“Okay, let’s get started. But if I’m gonna help with this silly ‘investigation’, you owe me big time.”
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Peretti High School 2:28 Monday
“Hey Mariah!”
Mariah stared at the guy running down the hallway towards her, waiting for his name to click.
“Oh! Hi Jared. Did you need something?”
“Yeah! I have some leads on that ghost you’re so interested in. Apparently he was in a club called…”
“Jared, I already know all that! Remember? You told me yesterday,” Mariah said, smiling.
Jared White was just one of those people. Probably born with a ten-minute memory span!
“So, Jared, you did the Internet search for any place that was bought or built within the last 4 years, right? Now, it would have to be able to hold lots of people, lots of rooms, equipment, electronics, that kind of stuff. I know it's a slim chance and I know you probably didn't find anything, but please, please, please tell me you found something!"
“Yeah, but all I found was a stone mansion bought 3 years and 11 months ago. Somewhere out in Idaho. Will that work?”
“YES! YES! YES! YES, YES, YES YES! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR! THANK YOU JARED!” Mariah threw Jared a quick hug and ran down
the hall, almost screaming.
You would not believe how much homework I have been getting lately! I would have put up the second chapter yesterday but I had to stay up almost an hour late finishing a report for english. I haven't had any time before school, either.
So here it is, what yall have hopefully been waiting for! :-)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Bronson House 5:11 p.m.
“Mariah! I wanted to apologize to you this morning, but you had already left.” That was Mariah’s mom, Sharon. She was probably trying to apologize for having to stay up until 4:00 cracking that drug ring.
“That’s okay mom, it was more important than homework anyway.”
“You can say that again! What was that, our fourth case this month? I don’t know, your dad’s keeping score.”
“Where is dad, anyway?”
Sharon seemed to have to think about that one.
“Oh! He said he’d be home for dinner but he had a meeting with his boss. So what did you find out during detention?” They walked over to the couch and sat down.
“ I found out our school has a ghost. He was a kid named Broderick Peters. He was trying to join a club called Blitz, and the club had initiations. It was a secret club, so nobody knew. But the initiations went 1,2,3,4. First you had to steal pair of expensive computer speakers or a good printer, and if you did that you would have to go steal like a diamond ring or something. Then you would have to watch a house for a couple of days, wait till the family was asleep, and go steal something important of theirs, like a couch, TV, or even a dishwasher. Then you would have to wait until they’re home, and burst in with a gun. You wouldn’t shoot anybody, but you would steal a whole bunch of big stuff. Broderick didn’t get that far, though.”
Sharon looked disturbed at the whole idea of this club. “I don’t like the way this is going,” she said.
“You won’t,” Mariah replied. “On the day when he was supposed to take something from the jewelry store he went in and never came out. His friends saw him walk through the front door, but the security cameras were checked over and over and no teenager had ever walked through the door that day. It was as if he walked through the door and evaporated into thin air. Ever since then, kids have been saying that he came back and haunts the other members in Blitz. No one really knows what happened to him. I would really, really, really like to find out. It would make me really, really, really happy if maybe I could just...”
“Are you trying to say that you want to look into this?” Her mom asked.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t have to drag you guys into this. I just wanna find out more about it.”
“Well, as long as you know what you’re doing. Remember that we’re here if you need us."
“Thanks mom!”
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Peretti High 8:16 Friday
Okay girl, it’s Friday. You need to find out as much as you can about the ghost, Mariah thought.
“Hey Mariah! Why are you waiting outside? You know we can go inside, we just have to wait in the cafeteria.” Claire Woodland had kind of latched on to Mariah when she moved in. She knew everything about the school, so Mariah figured she would be the best one to ask.
“Claire, do you know anything about a kid who used to go here named Broderick Peters?”
“Well, like, DUH!” Said Claire. “Everybody knows about him. Scott said he already told you part of the story, so let me pick up where he left off.
"Everybody thinks that Broderick pretended to go inside, but ran instead. They said he was too afraid to come back because he thought his parents would be mad and his friends would hate him. Whether that’s true or not, nobody can prove anything.”
“What do you believe?” Mariah wanted to find out all the different versions and stories.
“I think that somehow something strange happened that day. He was either kidnapped, or he just… disappeared. Somehow.”
“Okay. Well, thanks. I’m gonna go in before I’m late"
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Later.....Peretti High.....3:28
“Hey Mom! I need some help. What do you think happened to Broderick…Uh-huh…Uh-huh...huh…yep…. Uh-huh…. Okay, see you after school.”
Mariah sighed as she hung up her pink-striped cell phone. It was after 3:00, and school was about to let out after 6th period.
She had a sketchy idea of what happened, but she couldn’t be totally sure of anything. She guessed that someone found out about Blitz and didn’t like it, So they found out when and where the next challenge for Broderick was, and took him away just to shake everybody up. But what they did with him for the last 4 years, she didn’t have a clue.
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The Daley House 4:38 Friday
“Hello Jeremy, favorite brother of mine!” Mariah knew she would have to do some fudging to get Jeremy to do anything for her. Ever since she handcuffed him to the stairs, flushed the key, and sprinkled glitter all over him when she was 7 and he was 8, he never seemed to trust here anymore… But anyway, this was important.
“So, Jeremy, Since we go to the same school, would you mind helping me out with this investigation I’m doing?”
“Yes, I would mind.” Jeremy seemed to need more pushing today.
“Well, have any of your friends ever told you about the school ghost?”
“Yeah. That's one of my favorite subjects, next to lunch and free period. What do you wanna know?”
“Everything.”
“Okay, let’s get started. But if I’m gonna help with this silly ‘investigation’, you owe me big time.”
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Peretti High School 2:28 Monday
“Hey Mariah!”
Mariah stared at the guy running down the hallway towards her, waiting for his name to click.
“Oh! Hi Jared. Did you need something?”
“Yeah! I have some leads on that ghost you’re so interested in. Apparently he was in a club called…”
“Jared, I already know all that! Remember? You told me yesterday,” Mariah said, smiling.
Jared White was just one of those people. Probably born with a ten-minute memory span!
“So, Jared, you did the Internet search for any place that was bought or built within the last 4 years, right? Now, it would have to be able to hold lots of people, lots of rooms, equipment, electronics, that kind of stuff. I know it's a slim chance and I know you probably didn't find anything, but please, please, please tell me you found something!"
“Yeah, but all I found was a stone mansion bought 3 years and 11 months ago. Somewhere out in Idaho. Will that work?”
“YES! YES! YES! YES, YES, YES YES! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR! THANK YOU JARED!” Mariah threw Jared a quick hug and ran down
the hall, almost screaming.
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