Final Presentation

     "Hello and welcome everybody. Now I know it's been a long semester and I'm the last presenter. So I'll try not to make this shit to painful. Oops! Oh shit sorry. Wait no sorry about that last one too," you look over at your unimpressed professor who's sitting in the back of the classroom. "I'm going to fail aren't I?" The professor just sits in the back of the room silently laughing to herself waving for you to continue. You dip underneath the closed lectern to grab something. As you grab it, it slips out of your hand. You begin to curse it to the high heavens for dropping as you slowly come up. Your classmates are all giggling at you like a bunch of school girls. "This my fellow classmates is a rare preciouses stone." You hold the stone up like it's Simba. "This pre-cio-use stone has been in my family for the past," you pause for dramatic build up, "TWO HOURS," you proudly announce,  "since I grabbed it out of my garden this morning." Your classmates begin to laugh not being able to contain themselves from your foolishness. While your professor sits in the back of the class room with a dumbfounded look on her face. You begin to examine the rock and notice a blood stain on it. You hold up one finger to settle down your classmates. "I truly most apologize everyone. It seems I have given you the wrong biography about this stone." You ease your way to the document camera and zoom in on the stain. "As you can see there is a dark blood stain on this stone," you try to point out the stain but end up covering more than half of it, "this stain can be dated back to six months ago. When I came home quit discombobulated," your class mates chuckle at your clever choice of words. "From a..." you stumble looking for the right words to say, "a not frat party," you shrug your shoulders trying your hardest not to discredit yourself. "Anyway as I was coming in my house I lost my footing slipped and fell on this rock," you pull up your sleeve to show everyone your scar. "As you can see the rock got a couple of good licks in but in the end I was the one that walked away," you shoot a dirty look at the rock. "Well that's all I have for you all today. Does anyone have any questions?" The whole classroom is silent you look it over to make sure you don't miss anyone. Every face you pass has the same look. Eyes wide open and the mouth slightly ajar. The only person that doesn't have this look is your very very pissed professor. At the end of class your professor hands the grades back. You sit there at your desk with a big grin on your face. Your professor approaches you giving you the death stare. You flash your pearly white back at her. She drops the paper face down and quickly walks away. As you're leaving the class room you flip over the paper to check your grade.

The Box Part 1

     "So how did you get stuck with Archie anyway?" Arnold asked Cappuccino.
     Cappuccino finished off of a bottle of spirits and put her head down in shame. "He made me an offer I just could not refuse."
     "Is that why your apartment is the hide out spot?" he asked.
     "Yup, oh and he brought the building," she explained.
     "I see."
*BOOM* Cappuccino and Arnold both jumped up from where they were sitting to see what was going on.
     "Oh shit," Archer mumbled as he hauled a colossal box in the apartment.
     "Oh hell no what is this?" Cappuccino demanded an answer.
     "Arnie I thought you said you were going to talk to her," Archer looked at his frozen friend.
     "Umm," Arnold couldn't find any words. Archer continued dragging the box through the apartment until he reached the living room. Then he grabbed Cappuccino's hand and sit her down on the couch.
     "My apartment isn't a storage locker Archie," Cappuccino blurted out.
     "No it is not, but from the smell of this place it could be a bar."
     Cappuccino left the bar comment alone and refocused her attention back on the box. "What's in the box?"
     "Open your mouth Cappuccino," Archer said as he slowly crept towards her.
     "Why?"
     "Just do it."
     "No, open the box!"
     "No!"
     "What's going on?" Arnold interrupted.
     "Arnie," Archer looked his way, "you've been here for some time. At any point of you being here did Ms. Jones have a drink?" Cappuccino glared into Arnolds soul. Arnold unsettled by the look slowly mouthed the words no. A smile slowly appeared on Cappuccinos face. "Your eyes are telling me yes but your mouth is saying no. So which one is it?"
     "Why does it even matter she's a grown women," Archer ran over to Cappuccino and covered her ears.
     "No Arnie, we don't say that around here," Archer told him. Cappuccino pushed him off of her tired of his shit.
    "Anyway," Arnold said shaking his head like an etcher sketch trying to forget what just happened, "did you bring everything I asked for?"
     "Yes siry, Cappuccino do you have any scissors?" Archer asked with a foolish smirk on his face. Cappuccino left the living room in search of some scissors. "Psst, hey Arnie?" Acher whispered.
     "What now Archie?" he whispered back.
     "Was she though?"
     "Was she what?"
     "You know," Archer starting pretending he was drinking a bottle.
     "I CAN HEAR YOU!" Cappuccino yelled from another room.
     "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" Archer shouted back.

Getting the Team Together

     "Do you Arnold Steph Harrington take this women to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
     "Hold up, your middle name is Steph?" the bride asked him.
     "Honey that's really not important right now is it?" the groom asked.
     "Um yeah it is. It's like really important. I don't care if you saved the world three times over. I can't marry a man who's middle name is Steph. It's bad enough I agreed to the whole Harrington thing, but Steph! I'm sorry but I can't do this," the bride took off her veil and threw both it and the bouquet at the priest, "Here you go use it for someone else."
     "But Honey please wait don't do this. It's just a middle name!"
     "Yeah a middle name that sucks!" she shouted half way down the aisle headed for the double doors.
     Arnold turned and looked at the priest. The priest had no idea what to do he just stood there and shrugged his shoulders in disbelief. In the front row his mother was clutching dramatically onto her chest. On the left of her, her third husband was asleep. On the other side of the church the brides family were slowly creeping out the back giggling as they were leaving. The only person left was the brides father. He got up from his seat and walked up to the alter. He planted himself in front of Arnold and put one hand on his shoulder.
     "I can't believe I broke out of the mental hospital for this shit," he took his hand off the grooms shoulder and walked out the church.
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     "I'm so sorry bro."
     "Man you dodged a bullet. Her family was crazy. Remember the time you offered to watch her baby cousin and the little bastard set your laptop on fire.....and the kid was only two. He could barley walk. Geezz."
     "Do you guys need anything?" the waitress asked.
     "No thank you," Arnold replied.
     "Scratch that, miss we're going to need a round of shots for the whole table. Please and thank you."
     "None for me," Cappuccino told the waitress on the side.
     "Same here," Archer added.
     "Tonight boys...nay MEN..and women," the guy winked at Cappuccino, "WE DRINK!"
     "Calm down Thomas," Arnold pulled his tipsy friend off the booth seat.
     "Hey Arnold do you think we can talk to you somewhere private?" Arnold shook his head and got up in search for an empty booth away from his drunken comrades. Archer and Cappuccino followed him into the booth of his choice. "Can I first start by saying I am truly sorry for..."
     "Cut the crap Archie. What do you want?" Arnold asked his long lost friend.
     "Nice to see I'm not the only one that calls him Archie," Cappuccino chimed in smirking at Archer.
     "And you are?" Arnold asked Cappuccino.
     "Apparently I'm one of Archies 'friends'," Cappuccino refused to disclose any information about herself.
     "You most be because he doesn't just let anyone call him Archie," Arnold shot a look at his now mute friend. "Archie what the hell are you doing here?"
     "Shh," Archer replied.
     "Did he just shh me?" Arnold asked Cappuccino. Before she could respond Archer put his finger over her lips and shhhed her too. "Did he just shh you? Archie what the hell is wrong with you?"
     Across the bar there were two shady looking men. Archer had noticed them as they came in.Neither of them had ordered anything yet and they made a sizable fuss about having to sit in the back corner booth. Also every time the waitress went to check on them they would wave her off before she could get a word out.
     "Archie you have one more time to,"
     "Shh," Archer took his other hand and held hid finger up to his friends lips. Cappuccino who was now tired of Archers nonsense bit his finger causing him to pull back both of his hands. "What'd you do that for?" Cappuccino pointed over at an irritated Arnold. "Hey mate."
     "Archie what the hell are you here? Why were you at my flop of a wedding?," Arnold noticed his friends attention was else where, "and why are you so interested in the Queens men?" Arnold had grabbed Archers attention and caused him to turn to him.
     "Who's that?"
     "The two shady guys sitting in the back corner that you haven't taken your eyes off of. They are just two of The Queens men."
     "Arnie have I introduced you to my lovely partner Cappuccino Jones," Archer directed the attention to a half annoyed half ticked Cappuccino.
     "Yes, we have already gotten acquainted," Arnold told him.
     "Good, good...on another note have you ever heard of someone called The Rabbit?"

S:1 E:1 Part ?

     "Sir, there's a Ms. jones asking for you," Debbie paged into Archer's office.


      Meanwhile Archer is perched on top of an office dresser in a dark corner. "Let her in Deborah we have much to discuss,"


     "Yes sir," she replied.


      Archer clapped his hands twice and the room went dark. The office door slowly crept open. Archer watched as Jones walked into the dark office.


     "What the hell is this," Jones whispered to herself.


     "WELCOME!" Archers voice echoed around the office, "THANK YOU FOR COMING."


     "What the hell is going on Archie?" she asked.


     "This is your first test. You most locate me without the use of any lights," he slowly climbed off the dresser, and crept across the room trying his hardest not to be seen or heard.


     "Your letter said you wanted to talk about something. I hope you're apologizing for that shit you pulled on my birthday," Jones eyes started to adjust to the dark as she went deeper into the office.


     "And why would I do that," he snuck his way over to the door.


     "Because..." she couldn't find a reason.


     "Aha," he teased.


     "Just apologize," she snapped.


     "I'll think about it but until then. Where do you think I am," he taunted her. Jones was eighty percent sure his voice was coming from behind her but then again it could of been an echo. *CLICK* Archer had locked the door and swiftly moved to the windows.


     "You're at the door," Jones spouted out.


     "Try again," he said from the window.
   
     "How about I do you one better? Open up the curtains to let some light it since you're already there and I'll show you where you were perched at, at the start of test," Archer was astonished he pulled the curtains open and the sunlight lit up the office.


     "You have past the first test my little grasshopper," he bowed to her.


     "Why did you summon me here?" she asked.


    "Have you ever heard of The Rabbit?"

I Have a Note from My Doctor

     "Mr. Wolfington you are being charged for the destruction of property one three different counts. How do you plead, sir?"

     "I have asthma."

Honey #2

Honey #1

The Small Town (The Lost Son)

     "Papa how come all of my friends have little brothers and sisters and I don't."

     "Well Richard that's a long story and I don't think you'd really care to hear it," Richards father Jeffery told him.

     "Oh, come on Papa tell me please" little Richard asked his father.

     "Fine son come sit down and I'll tell you," his father patted a chair, "Now where to begin. Oh, yes so many many years ago. No one knows how long ago it was but our family was going through some rough times. We use to know a lot of land and we had a family working for us. One summer one of the people from the families working for us had ruined half a field of crops. This almost ruined our family. One of our family members punished the whole family for the mistake. Still this didn't help our family. See we use to own the crop market so a lot of people came to us. We knew that if anyone had found out what had happened to the crops we would truly be ruined. Then one day an old women just walked out of the woods. She told them that she could fix all of their problems. They soon discussed a deal with the old women," Richards father stopped.

     "What deal did they make Papa. Please, tell me," little Richard pleaded.

     "The deal was that their land will never go bad as long as they did one thing," Richards father paused again.

     "Papa," little Richard whined.

     "Fine, the deal was that as long as they put two of everything they grew in a basket and put it at the edge of the woods their land would never go bad. Our family made the deal with the old women and she left back into the woods. The next summer they grew more crops than ever. They sent out one of their servants to drop off the basket they had promised the old lady, and for years they did this. Then one summer one of the hand maids had accidentally burned the head of the houses clothes. She was punished harshly. When it came time to take the basket to the edge of the woods they had sent one of their servants out to do it as normal. But the servant never dropped off the basket. See the servant was the older brother of the hand maid they had punished. He had known about the deal with the old lady and made it look like our family never sent the basket out. This angered the old lady from the woods. During the winter season she emerged from the woods to get what was promised to her. While she was walking up to the main house she had ran into one of the servants, and it wasn't just any servant. it was the brother of the hand maid. They sat and talked for a while. He told the old lady how our family had been harshly punishing his for years. After hearing this the old lady decided to make a deal with him. The deal was that if his family would treat our family better she would make them the owners of the land," Richards father stopped.

     "Why did our family treat them so badly and what's so bad about us losing our land that seemed a little fair," little Richard said.

     "In the deal that we made with the old lady one of our family members was suppose to drop off the basket but they had sent one of their servants. The old women knew that they weren't dropping off the baskets but she had over looked that. Once she found out how we were treating the other family she knew what she most do. The old lady set a curse upon our family. She switched our families statuses and she also made sure that our family could only have one child so that we could never hurt anyone again," Richards father finished the story.

     "But why would she do that," little Richard asked?

     "Because son," Richards father leaned close to his son, "There's power in numbers. Sometimes good power but in our families case it was bad power."

     "Don't worry father," little Richard put his hand on his fathers, "One day I'll break the curse."

     Little Richards father looked up at his son with tears in his eyes. He saw determination and greatness in his sons eyes. His father knew that his son meant what he said.

The Small Town Part VI - The Daughter named Clara

     "Mother I was wondering if I could go on the school trip tomorrow everyone's going."


     "Clara if everyone jumped into the forbidden lake would you," asked Clara's mother.


     "No," Clara answered. She turned around and walked out of the room.


    "If you don't mind me saying ma'am," the servant began. "I understand that even though Clara isn't your blood you still raised her in such a way. But you must understand that she is still a child and some times they are driven by a certain urge. When you were younger you always had to be the center of attention. Not because of the way you were raised per say but because of what was in your blood."


     "I know you've been working for my family quite some time now, and I strongly believe," Clara's mother paused for effect. "You should retire. I am no longer in need of your services."


     "Ma'am that is a nasty thing to say," the servant replied.


     "And what you said to me was also a nasty thing to say. Now go be the good guy and tell Clara she can go on the trip. You're good at doing things like that," Clara's mother told the servant. He bowed and left the room.


    This was the life of one of the girls. If you can remember her actual blood father had sold her because he could not afford all three of his girls. Clara's blood mother was not in agreement with this at all but her husbands word was the final one. The women that had brought Clara was a very wealthy women who always dreamed of having her very own child. But when she couldn't she decided to find another way to get what she wanted.


     "Ms. Clara I have come to in form you that," Clara cut the servant off.


     "Come look at this Jeffery. It's a white turtle dove," Jeffery the servant walked over to Clara's window to go take a gander. "Jeffery how come you call me Ms.Clara, and why is mother always so serious, and how come you don't have any children of your own," Clara asked?


     "Well miss that's because I was cursed," the servant responds.


     "What do you mean," Clara asked?


     "A long time ago my family had made a deal with a witch. One day they decided they would not go through with that deal so the witch cursed my family. We could only have one child until someone in our family defeated her. A couple of years ago my son decided he would be the one to defeat the witch. He went off into that forest and never came back. Now my family name will end with me."


     "No it wont," Clara told him. She gave him a hug and repeated, "No it won't."


     "Anyway Ms. Clara we need to pick out your clothes for tomorrow because someone's going on a field trip," Jeffery told her. Clara gave Jeffery a big hug and ran over towards her closet.


     "Jeffery if you don't mind me asking but what was your sons name," Clara asked?


     "Yes, well his name was Richard."

Reginold

Reginold    

Despite anything else you may hear just know this is what really happened. The honest to god truth anyone else who says different is a liar.

    So it all started in high school. That’s when I met her, she was beautiful, smart, in fact I’d could even say she was genius, and I really thought we had something special. I remember during my senior year we had wood shop together. I was failing horribly and she, she was at the top of the class. Our teacher had paired us up for the final because the project was a grandfather clock, and our broke ass school couldn’t afford for all of us to make our own. Believe me when I say this girl knew how to work with her hands. Anyway we ended up getting an A++++ and everyone in the class was really mad, cause they knew who actually did the work but still so I passed.

    At the end of the year when everyone was signing yearbooks she walks up to me and just snatches mine out of my hand and puts her’s in my hand. Then she walks off with mine to go find somewhere to sit down and sign it. By the time I got it back the girl had filled up a whole entire page in my year book. I can’t even try to tell you what it said but I can tell you what the P.S message was. It was her cell number.

    So we hooked up for the summer and everything was awesome. She was good at small talk, my mother loved her, and she was amazing when it came to having sex. I couldn’t of asked god for a better girlfriend. Even if he did send another one I still wouldn’t pick that one because I was in love with the girl I had.

    Oh, sorry I’m getting off track. So when summer ended we decided it would be best to give each other space. See she was going to school up north and I was going to the community around the corner. The next time I saw her it was the last day of my second semester. I had just got done my last class for the and I was ready for some fun in the sun. Standing out in the parking lot next to my car was her. She looked more beautiful than the day she left.

    Where did we go? Listen honestly I don’t remember much that day I was a little preoccupied with other things. All I can remember is she drove and I let her. When a hot girl gives you directions you follow them. But what I can tell you is I was home late for dinner that night, and the next two weeks after that day.

    No, my mother never saw her. She kept saying that she didn’t feel like being bothered with each others families. You know what now I remember something she insisted we go on a little week vacation down to the shore. At first I was hesitant but then I decided what the hell why not.

    I don’t know how she paid for it? I think she said something about her aunt having a timeshare or something but I can tell you this that was one hell of a week.

    We never really discussed each other's college love lives. All I know is she missed me, because that’s all she kept saying in between breaths.

    After summer? Well after summer we parted ways again and I didn’t see her until the winter time. She told me she dropped out of school because of the pressure, and that she was going to go live with one of her aunts.

    Trust me if I knew where she was I would be there with her right now. I miss Isabelle so much.

Story Truth from Way Back When I Was In High School

In class I use to write my notes really small, or in cursive. So while the teacher's were up at the front warp driving through the power points I would jot everything down. When one of my fellow classmates lost track or fell behind they would ask to borrow my notes. I would give them that look like "bro I don't know these handwriting skills over here looking like hieroglyphics." But my fellow classmate just snatches my book and starts trying to copy my notes. TRYING, TRIES, looks up at me, TRIED. They just pass my notebook back to me. I lean over and go, "I'll help you when the teacher finishes the power point." AND THAT'S HOW I forced people to talk to my anti-social ass in high school.

Excerpt From A Book I'm Currently Working On

     "I did take the money," Angie said.


     "It doesn't matter kid. I hope you had fun with it," Violet responded.


     "I kinda did until I ended up in the hospital," Angie told Violet.


     "You used the money to go the field trip," Violet asked? Angie nodded her head yes. "See if you had asked for the money instead of stealing it none of this would of happened," Violet said. The room fell quite for a couple of seconds, and then they both started laughing at the same time. Angie's laughing soon turned into her desperately gasping for air. Violet called in and a doctor to help her. They asked Violet to leave the room so they could have some space, and she did.


     Ding! The elevator door opened. Angie's foster mother came bursting out of it like a mad man. Looking around demanding that someone take her to her child. Violet decided to be the brave one.


     "Hey, she's over here," Violet called from in front of Angie's room. Angie's foster mom saw her and began stumbling her way towards her.


     "What's going on," she demanded an answer.


     "Well from what I've heard she was hurt pretty bad," Angie's foster mom cut Violet off.


     "What do you mean hurt? She can't be hurt...no, no, no. How badly is she hurt? Do you think she'll make it up to the ninth? I really need her to make it to the ninth," Violet begins to give her a confused look. "Oh, of course you wouldn't know," then she turns inward towards the room to get a glance at Angie, "That little brat better make it until the ninth. If I don't get that check I'll bring her back to life and kill her myself."


     Over hearing Angie's foster mom's conversation to herself made Violet mad, enraged even. "You really are a piece of shit," Violet said before she knocked her flat on her ass.

5 Laps and Counting

     So when I was younger we lived on the second floor in a two story apartment building. I slept on the top bunk in the room, my little sister on the bottom. One night I had a dream that I was running away from something. Something in the dark. It was taller then me, bigger then me, and faster then me. It would run in front of me causing me to go a different direction every time. It never touched me, trapped me, or even tried. It just kept redirecting me like it was playing a little game with me.


BANG! BANG! BANG!


     I hit my arm into the banister. My father had got up to see who was at the door. When he saw me he asked me why I was in the living room, and I told him I didn't know. He made me go back to bed, and he went to go answer the door.


     In the morning my father asked me what I was doing last night. I told him I honestly don't know. He told me that the neighbor had knocked on the door complaining about someone walking around. He said it sounded like someone was walking a track.

Too Many Lies

     "Who the hell gave you the right to tell Daniel that," the boys mother yells at Stacy.


     "Umm he deserves to know that he isn't apart of this f-ed up little happy family thing you have going on around here," Stacy yelled back at the boys mother.


     Toby and Daniel were headed in the house from working on a family members yard when they heard the two fighting. They slowly opened the front door making sure that they weren't heard by the two yelling banshees. As they were walking in the boys mother yelled out.


     "YOU STUPID SLUT DANIEL IS MY SON ITS TOBY THAT ISN'T!"


     Toby froze in the spot he stood. His brain tried to process what it just heard. Daniel on the other hand was doing a bit of a victory dance. Finally, after all of those years of saying Toby was adopted he was finally proven right. Meanwhile Toby wasn't as happy. he pushed his brother out of the way and ran up to his room.


     "Hey you better calm down young man or else we'll send you back to the adoption agency," Daniel yelled out at Toby. The boys mother ran up the stair after Toby, smacking Daniel on the back of the head as she passed him.


     "What was that for," Daniel asked his mother as she went upstairs. Stacy went into the living room to sit down for a bit. "Why were you and my mom yelling at each other," Daniel asked Stacy?


     "She was mad at me for telling you the truth about the baby. Listen Daniel I know that I made a lot of mistakes in the past but I really do love you, and to prove it to you I talked to my mother. She said once her divorce is final we can move in, and we wouldn't have to live in a basement. She said the house is ours the only she asks is if we respect her seeing the fact that she'll still be living here," Stacy told Daniel the good news.


     But Daniel didn't see it as that. "What's wrong with were we are now? Do you not like it or something," Daniel asked Stacy.
     "No, Daniel I don't think you understand you will be coming with me. We will be leaving this hell whole together, and we are going to move into my mothers house. Positive side we won't have to raise our baby in a basement. My mom even offered to move into the guest room so we could have the master bedroom," Stacy explained to Daniel. Daniel sat on the couch for a while trying to put all of the pieces together. Once he did he cracked the hugest smile.
     "Me and you. No wait you and I are going to move into a huge house together. Then we're going to live together you and I, but also with your mom and our baby," Daniel asked?
     "Yes," Stacy responded.
     "Yes," Daniel hugged and kissed Stacy. "I'll start packing."
     "It's okay I already started," Stacy said.
     "I love you so much right now Stacy," Daniel kissed her again.
     "Tonight we'll pack up the car and leave," Stacy said.
     "Stacy I don't know. Both of the woman in my life had lied to me ever since the day I met them. How don't I know your not just lying to me again," Daniel said.
     "Daniel I realize that I have messed this relationship up over a hundred times now. But I really do love you, and even if you don't want to go to my moms house I'm still staying with you. I want to be with you. Daniel I love you," Stacy says.
     "I'll start packing the car," Daniel tells her.

New Kid on The Blogg

PSA: My best friend just started a new Blog. Okay now she telling me to tell the truth and say I forced her but I didn't see her wave the laptop away when she was trying to figure out Title names. Anyway https://myinfiniteside.blogspot.com/ if you guys could just give her a look. Now she is new so she might be weak sauce at first, but like wine everything ages better with time.

This Women

     See I knew this women, and she use to have a terrible case of sleep walking. She would tell stories of how she almost burnt her house down trying to cook. Or she would tell us stories about how her neighbors would find her outside of her house just pacing up and down the driveway mumbling to herself.

     But my favorite story would have to be when she was caught outside in her birthday suite. One night she got so stressed out by life she drank herself to sleep. Whilst sleeping she stripped down naked and began walking around her house. She finally made her way to the front door and let herself out for the whole world to see. Fortunately one of her neighbors had been out late and when they were pulling up they saw her. It took them a grand total of two hours and some change to finally convenience her to go back in her house. (I don't know if you know this but some say it can be extremely dangerous waking up a sleep walker.) So he had to get her in her house without putting her into cardiac arrest. Luckily he was successful in doing so and she got safely back into her home.

     For most people these story wont make any sense but for those of you that have encountered a sleep walker or are a sleep walker you will treasure the gold in this story.

The Bad Batch

     "Damn I think she sold me a bad batch," I say to myself as I stumble down the street yet never reaching the ground. As I approach an old acquaintance of mines old abandoned house I think to myself. "Don't nobody live there any more and no one really comes around here. So I decided that I'd just go through the broken hole in the fence and make my was to the deck out back to catch a couple of ZZZ's.

     As I drift off into sleepy town I begin to here elf like voices. One says, "Is she dead." The other says, "No her chest is still moving. Look," I assumed he pointed towards my chest showing his friend prof of life. "What should we do with her," another voice came behind me. "Lets send her to Floaty Land," one of the voices suggested.

     I finally turn to get a look at these little elves. To tell them to leave me alone, but as I did I saw them. With big bright smiles on their faces. At first they were welcoming smiles that soon turned into devilish Cheshire smiles. One of them pulled out a water bottle and told me to drink it. He said "the skys the limit of you drink this. I go to reach in my book bag to grab the dollar store camping knife I brought a couple of days ago.

     I slash at the closest guy and I miss. One of the guys moved towards me and tried to get the knife out of my hand. So I slashed at him too. I snagged him and he began to bleed. Finally the third guy jumped in and I got him in the leg. I got up and began running away as fast as I could. I pulled out my phone and called the first number that poped up.

     "Do you have any idea what time it is women," my friend said.

     "Please I need you to come get me I'm around where Ronnie use to live and there's a couple of guys chasing me I need your help," I yelled out bursting into tears sobering up with every word.

     "Okay, okay I'm on my way just try to keep them away from you. I'll find you," he hangs up.

     A couple of minutes later he pulls up in front of Ronnies' old house. I'm just standing there petrified of what "might" be behind me.

     "Are they behind me," I asked my friend.

     "No no ones behind you," he responds.

     "Good," I say relieved as I walk towards the car. Still not daring to look back. I get in the car and the Dollar Store knife is still in my hand.

     "What are you holding," he asks.

     "A knife that's how I got away from them I got two of them," I show him the knife.

     "There's no blood on it," he tells me.

     I  look down at the knife. I knew I just knew I got at least one of them with it. They had dropped down to the floor holding their side. My friend takes the knife from  me and continues  to drive me home. When we finally make it to my front door I had forgotten where I had put my keys. So my friend had to search my bag for me and find them. He opened the door and walked me to the couch. I sat down and closed my eyes telling myself that I was safe now.

     When I opened my eyes and looked over my friend was no longer there. Sitting in his place was a stranger. A man I've never met before. I asked it what he was planning to do to me and he told me nothing. He asked me if I was feeling okay. I told him yes, but I was lieing.

     My head was spinning round and round. A thousand things hit me at once. As I slowly came down from this most certainly bad high. Finally the stranger had convinced  me he was only here to help. So I laid my head down in his lap and closed my eyes.

     The next morning when I woke up the sun was beaming on my face. My eyes not ready to handle what the day had in stored for me. I looked around and no body was there. I was all alone in my living room. I checked my phone not a single call was made last night. I searched my bag for the knife, and not a single drop of blood on it.

     Finally I had come to the conclusion that last night I surly did have a bad batch. I laid back down on my bed wondering. Did I learn my lesson or am I just going to do it all over again tonight?

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Time For a Switch Up

There are too many funny people out here. So I'm just going to have to switch my amo. Time to try to go for the grim side of the writing world.

The Results Are In Part II

     "Did you get the results back," the boys mother asked Stacy as she was walking down the stairs with a load of laundry.
     "Yes I just got them back, but I'm confused about them," Stacy said.
     "What did it say Stacy is Daniel the father or not, because I have no problem with kicking you out now," the boys mother said.
     "Daniel is the father he was a perfect match," Stacy said.
     "Then I see no problem then," the boys mother said walking to the washer.
     "But how come the first test said," Stacy began to speak.
     "Just forget about the first test Stacy, or do I need to remind you why you got the first test done," the boys mother said.
     "Daniel told me about what you did when their father left. How he's really eight-teen and Toby's really sixteen. Maybe there's more to the story than what your telling them," Stacy slyly said.
     "Stay out of my families business Stacy," the boys mom said.
     "Well the result are in and as of now I am a part of this family." Stacy said to the boys mom.

The Untold Story of Grave St.

     There once were two friends, and these friends did everything together. If one got detention the other one would make it their goal to get detention. If one of them went to the store they let their parent know how crucial it was that the other come with them. Their names were Danna and Janis.
     One day the girls were walking down the street and a couple of the school boys were following them. Throwing rocks at them and taunting them. Finally Danna got tired off them and picked up half of a broken brick and threw it at them. The boys saw the brick hurling at them and all dodged it in time.
     "You crazy lezbo b**t," one of the boys yelled out, "Now you're really going to get it," the boys began chasing the girls. Danna grabbed Janis's hand and jetted off down the street.


     "Why would you," Janis tried to catch her breath, "throw a brick," she asked Danna.
     "Come on lets go down this way," Danna pulled Janis down Grave Street.
     The girls ran for another ten minutes full force before they finally stopped to see of the boys were still chasing them.
     "Which street are we on," Danna asked Janis.
     "How am I suppose to know you were pulling me," Janis spurted out.
     The girls began to look around trying to figure out which street they were on. Danna saw an open mailbox and pulled out an old dusty letter.
     "99907 West Grave Street," Danna read the address aloud.
     "It's illegal to read other people mail," Janis warned Danna.
     "Yes, but it's not illegal to read the address now calm down," Danna waved Janis's comment aside. "It's really quite around here. I wonder were everyone is."
     Janis just shrugged her shoulders and began walking around. The girls faces were in complete awe of the street. It looked like a modern day ghost town. As they were walking down the street a red rubber bouncy ball passed them in the wind.
     "That's original," Danna smirked.
     "Well I'd love to see you try to do better then that," a voice came from a far.
     Janis practically jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice. Donna grabbed her hand to ensure her that everything was oaky.
     "Are you guys like dating or something," the voice asked.
     "Shut up and show yourself you talentless coward," Danna yelled out.
     "I can only come out if people want to see me," the voice said.
     "I do want to see you," Danna was getting angrier by the second.
     "Yes, but not your little girlfriend over there. She doesn't want to see me she just wants to go home and cry in her little sky blue teddy bear," the voice chuckled.
     "To bad I was going to show you how to be original. Cause that little ball trick you just did was soooo terrifying. I got me shaking still I can't feel my legs ;)," Danna cracked back.
!!!!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

A Leap of Faith

      Once upon a time there was a young girl. Her life consisted of going to school, work, then home. This is the way she lived. She kept herself locked up in a little tight impenetrable box so no one could get it. She had locked this box then hide the key away from herself so that she would never get out.
     One day when she was at school one of her class mates asked her if she would like to attend a party with her. She told her class mate that she was very busy and could not attend. The following week the same class mate asked her if she would like to go to the movies with them and a couple of their friends. The girl once again told her class mate that she would be very busy.
     A couple of months go by and as the girl was leaving school someone knocked her book bag off of her shoulder. All of her belongings fell out. The one class mate saw this and began helping her with her stuff. She thanked them and rushed off. The class mate saw that the girl forgot something and picked it up and rushed it to her, but the girl was to quick. The class mate looked down and saw that she had dropped a key.
     So the next day when she went to school the class mate waited until the end of class and went up to the girl. The class mate stopped her and said, "Open up your box the world is getting smaller everyday. I'm afraid you might suffocate." They placed the key in her hand and walked away.
     That night after work the girl sat in her room with the key in her hand. All she could hear is what her class mate told her replaying in her head.
     The next day at school the girl walked into class with a slight pep in her step. The class mate had saw this and was very pleased to see her change of mood. When class was over the class mate walked up to the girl and asked if she would like to go to the movies tonight just them two. The girl agreed and they set when and where they would meet. When the girl got their she saw her class mate standing there at the entrance waiting for her. Th e two got their tickets popcorn and went into the theater.
     "By the way my name is Angel and I think you are very cute," her class mate said as the movie began playing.

The Results Are In Part I

     Stacy is now seven months pregnant and school was finally over. By this time Stacy had practically moved into the house. Daniel had cleaned out the basement and made it into a little apartment for the both of them. Toby had finally gotten up the courage to talk to Stacy about the baby. Daniel was out at work so Stacy was downstairs by herself.
     "Hey Stacy can we talk for a minute," Toby asked walking downstairs.
     Stacy was sitting on the couch flipping threw every channel available to man. "What do you want Toby," she said.
     "I think you should get the baby tested. So we know who the father is," Toby said.
     "I'm good. See your brother has stepped up and decided to take care of the baby so I really don't need you. I thought you were the responsible one but apparently I was wrong," Stacy stated.
     "I'm really sorry for yelling at you that time it's just that I couldn't bare to think of my betrayal against my brother," Toby tried to explain.
     "Well I've already had the baby tested so no need to worry your not the father. So you can go away now," Stacy stated.
     "Awesome so I'm going to be an uncle that's cool," Toby silently said "yeah" while throwing his hand up in the air, "I wish you guys the best of luck." Toby ran back upstairs to his room.
     "I don't know who told that idiot he was going to be an uncle. All  I said was he wasn't the father," Stacy said to herself.
     Or so she thought so. "Young lady who's child are you holding," a females voice came from behind her.
     Stacy jumped real quick then looked behind her to see the boys mother standing there with a load of laundry.
     "It's your son Daniels' of course," Stacy's voice fluttered.
     "Don't even try that with me. Now I knew there was a possibility that Toby was the father but if none of my kids are the father of that baby then we have a problem," the boys mother explained dropping the laundry.
     "Okay see I only had the baby tested to see if  Toby was the father and the test came up no, but the doctor also pointed out that there was no trace of his family genes even there," Stacy began explaining.
     "Wait what do you mean no trace," the boys mother asked.
     "When I told the doctor about the situation she did a second search to look for anything linking the baby to the family, and she came up with nothing," Stacy told the boys mother.
     "Okay listen to me I'm going to get you a DNA sample from Daniel and I want you to go get it tested," Stacy's mother told her.
     Stacy was confused but she nodded her head in agreement.
    "I really do want it to be Daniels baby ma'am," Stacy said with tears in her eyes.
     "So do I," the boys mother went upstairs.

Guess Who's

     "What are you talking about," Toby asked Stacy.

     "Oh don't play dumb with me. You know exactly I'm talking about Toby," Stacy snapped.

     "No I really don't know what your talking about," Toby replied.

     "So you except me to believe that the whole school knows about the baby, but the father," Stacy announced.

     "I am not that babies father," Toby stated.

     "How much you willing to bet, because you are the father Toby," Stacy said.

     "Please get out before I call the cops," Toby pointed towards the front door.

     Stacy got up and began walking to the door. As she passed Toby she flashed a Cheshire cat smile and continued on. When she approached the door she turned around and blew Toby a kiss.

     "GET OUT NOW," Toby yelled at her.

     Stacy shut the door and left. Toby ran up to his room and locked his door. He laid on his bed trying to figure out how something like this could of happened. He was to young to be a father. He was only fourteen and Stacy was sixteen. The only person with the capability of getting her pregnant would be Daniel. Right?! He thought to himself.

     Later that night when his mother had gotten home she ran straight up to Toby's room.

knock...knock...knock

     "I know your in there Toby. We really need to talk," his mother said form the other side of the locked door.

     "I'm busy right now," Toby said.

     "Your not really fourteen," his mother said.

     Toby jumped up from off his bed and went to go unlock his door.

     "What did you just say," Toby asked while opening his door.

     "I'm so sorry Toby I know I shouldn't have lied like that but I had too," his mother said with tears streaming down her face, "You just reminded me so much of your father, and after he left us you were the only part of him I had left."

     "Mom what are you talking about," Toby asked. His mother walked in his room and sat down on his bed. She patted the bed motioning for Toby to come sit down.

     "See when your father left I had fallen into a deep depression. You were two at the time and your brother was four. When it came time to put your brother in school I had lied to the school so we could all be a family. Eventually he wanted to go to school and be with other kids his age, but not you you stayed with me," his mother explained.

     "So Daniel and I are actually two years apart. Thus making me fifteen," Toby tried to confirm with his mom.

     "Technically your brother is eight-teen and your sixteen. I may have bribed someone to make re-prints of your birth certificates so I had something to give to the school," his mother said beginning to cry.

     "Mom what did you do," Toby asked his mother.

     "I'm so sorry I just wanted us to be a family, and when your brother went to school I lost it and refused to let you go. I meant what I said about you being my favorite. Toby I really do love you," his mother said.

     Unfortunately on the other side of Toby's bedroom door was his older brother. Daniel had just heard everything and couldn't believe it. There were tears streaming down his face. He went to his room quietly and shut himself in. Daniel had no idea what to do. Stacy refused to see him, his mother just confessed that not only that Toby was her favorite, but that no one is the age they think they are.

     "Why are you telling me all of this," Toby asked his mother.

     "Because I heard about Stacy, and I didn't want you to think that you would be a dad at fourteen," his mother explained.

     "How could you get away with something like this," Toby asked.

     "Simple, you were a premi baby you were always small. You still are that's how I got away with it," his mother explained.

      "Can you please leave my room," Toby got up and walked towards his door. As his mother was leaving he said, "and I'm not the father," then he shut the door.

     For the next couple of weeks the house was quite. Toby had skipped out on going to the Winter Ball. Daniel had finally got a chance to talk with Stacy and got her to agree to at least come over three times during the week, and slept over at least one weekend out of the month. This was hella awkward for Toby. While Daniel would be passing the potatoes-salad Stacy would slide her leg up the side of his pants. Toby would try to pretend she wasn't even there. But some nights proved to be harder than others

     Toby saw this as his eternal punishment. He should have never let Stacy get into his head like that and now he was paying the price for it.

Welcome to Grave Street

     Once upon a time...

     In the city there was a street that no one dared to go down. It was said to be haunted. See many many years ago when people did go down the street it always had a certain bleakness to it. Those that did go down the street always said it felt like someone was constantly watching them.
     Legend says that while they built the house on that street they had to replace the construction crew twice because of to many deaths. Finally once the house were built and families began to move in a husband in one of the middle houses went crazy and killed his family. Then just six months after that a house on the opposite side of the street about two house down from the middle caught on fire. When the firemen finally got the fire under control after losing three of their own men the fire chief couldn't even find were the fire started from. A few months after that the crime rates went up. Someone was breaking into houses stealing everything and anything that wasn't bolted down.
     Eventually the people that lived on that street that were left had enough, and took what little stuff they had and left. Making the street into a ghost town. You can't find this street on any map, or type it into any GPS. If you don't believe me fine type in 99907 West Grave Street and see what comes up.

~I'll wait~

     Now back to me, because I want to tell you little story about Grave Street. A story that isn't apart of the legend, yet.

The Wishing Tree

      Once upon a time there was a vibrant town. The people their were full of life and music. Every morning the birds would sing, every evening the forest animals would dance, and at night the town would light up with breath taking colors.
      In the heart of this town there was a tree. Now some said the tree had magical powers, and if you watered it while singing it would grant you one wish.
      One day a stranger had made his way into the town. The towns people greeted him with open hearts, and arms. When night fall came they had a huge celebration. During the celebration one of the elders saw the stranger staring at the tree.
     "It's a magical tree," she said sitting down next to him, "It's what keeps this town so full of life. Some say if you water the tree and sing to it, it will grant you a wish."
     "How do you know that," the stranger asked.
     "I don't know silly boy," she cupped his chin, "I believe." The women giggled then got up to dance with the rest of the town.
     The stranger sat there just staring at the tree.
     "Come dance with me," a tiny voice came from behind him.
     The stranger turned around and saw a little girl with orange hair holding her hand out with the biggest smile on her face. He just looked at her deciding what to do. Then all of a sudden the little girl grabbed the strangers hand and began pulling on it with all her might. Eventually the stranger gave in and danced with her.
     When the party was over several of the towns people had offered to put him up for the night, but he told them that he preferred to sleep outdoors. So a couple of the men built him a tent and gave him supplies for the night.
     The man went in the tent and tried to get some sleep but he couldn't all he could think about was the tree. So he got up and grabbed a cup of water. He stood in front of the tree for quite some time.
     "Am I seriously about to sing to a tree," he asked himself.
     Finally the man began pouring the water and began singing. Once the last drop of water fell out of the cup the roots began to light up. The light slowly began to spread over the tree until it reached the top.
     "Now what do I just make a wish," the man asked the tree. The trees branches began to sway but there was no wind. Taking that as a sign the man then mumbled something under his breath. He looked up at the tree then walked back into the tent.
     In the morning the birds did not chirp, and in the evening none of the forest animals came out to dance or play. The people in the town began to worry. The elder women that had talked to the man the other night went to go check on in his tent.
     In the tent all she found was a note she read the note and her eyes began to fill with tears. She left the tent to tell the town people what had happened.
     "Excuse me everybody can you please all gather around. I believe I know what happened," she cleared her throat and began reading the note. By the time she was finished the whole town was in tears.
     That night while every one was eating dinner another stranger had came through the town. This time it was a young women with bright orange hair. The town people were in awe. The elder women walked up to the women and gave her the note. She then began to read it and her eyes to filled with tears.
     I have searched high and low for this town. Where I come from we are not as nice. Once my father and his brothers found this town and stole a child from here. A young girl with bright orange hair. After learning of my fathers doing I made it my goal mission to return her. In fear that she might get hurt on the journey I hid her from my father and my uncles and set off looking for her home town. I am not proud of what my family has done and one day they will get what's coming to them. But I am proud of what I will do. If you are reading this then that tree the one that sits in the heart of your beautiful town is truly special.

The Baby

     The winter ball was days away, and Toby had finally gotten up the courage to ask Lisa to the dance. Luckily she said yes even after he gave her a piece of notebook paper that looked very last minute. Daniel on the other hand was sitting around the house sulking.


     "Hey bro let me borrow your tie," Toby asked his brother.


     "She's gone," Daniel mumbled.


     "What," Toby leaned closer to his brother.


      "She's gone baby bro never to return. She has left me for dead all alone in my sadness," Daniel said.


     "Did you accidently read one of my books," Toby asked brother.


     "What does it matter without Stacy in my life I have nothing I am nothing. So if I read one of your stupid books I'm so sorry," Daniel said with sarcasm in his voice.
     "Well I'm just surprised you're brain could handle such words, or just words in general," Toby watched as his brother just laid there. Normally a comment like that would warrant a beat down but Daniel was to upset with life. So Toby grabbed his stuff and headed upstairs. Preparing for the Winter Ball.
      The next day at school the whole school was in an up roar. At lunch something had fell out of Stacy's purse when she was getting up from her table. When someone saw it drop they went to go return it to her. But they stopped when they saw the positive pregnancy test. The person just sat there staring at it. When one of his friends saw him just staring at the ground they asked them what was going on. The person pointed to the test and the other person yelled out, "PREGNANT SOMEBODIES PREGNANT."
      Everyone is the cafeteria looked up to see what was going on. The person was still yelling, then their friend made them stop. They looked at each other then the one friend mouthed the words "whose is it."
     The guy grabbed a napkin and picked up the pregnancy test. He then proceeded to get up on the table and held it in the air and yelled out, "LADIES AND GENTELMEN BOYS AND GIRLS GEUSS WHO JUST DROPPED A POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST OUT OF THEIR PURSE."
     His friend yelled back, "WHO?"
       "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"


    The cafeteria went wild. People were pulling out their phones and the whole cafeteria was in an uproar.
     Now the news spread threw the school like a wild fire. Yet Daniel was still the last one to hear about the pregnant Stacy, and when he did he became filled with joy.
     "Can you believe it I'm going to be a father," Daniel said to Toby, "I am the luckiest most happiest man alive."
     "I don't know why your happy she broke up with you," I don't think she wants to see you anymore.
     "See little brother I thought you were a genius but apparently not," Daniel patted Toby's head, "Can't you see since she's pregnant all of her hormones and estogenes are all out of whack."
     "Estrogen," Toby corrected his brother.
     "Do you know what I'm going to go over her house and talk to her about it. She can move in with us, and me and mom will just switch rooms. So we wont be cramped in my room. See ya later little brother," Daniel ran off towards Stacy's house.
     When Toby got home he noticed that the front door was cracked open, and his mother's car wasn't in the driveway. So he proceeded with caution as he opened the front door.
     "I'm in the living room," Stacy's voice came from the living room.
     Toby dropped his bag at the door and continued towards the living room. When he walked in he saw her just sitting on the couch like she was in her own home. Toby was about to talk but Stacy cut him off.
     "The baby isn't your brothers."

The Small Town Part V

      In the morning Mr. Richard and his wife awoke from the spell. He hadn't remembered anything that happened. Mr.Richard had no memory of going to the witches house, nor could he remember that he ever had any children at all.

     
     They woke up in a big home bigger than their last one. Their new home was on top of a hill and was two levels high. Unlike their old one level house they woke up in a two level house. That also had a very sizable basement.


  
  From the basement they heard a young child crying. They both went downstairs to see what was going on. When they got down there they saw one of their male servants holding a child.


   
 "What is this," the wife asked the servant.


  
  "I'm sorry ma'am she just woke up like this I think she had a nightmare or something," he tried to explain.


  
  "Babies can't have nightmares. Now make that thing shut up," the wife told the servant. Then she turned around and headed back upstairs.


   
 "Is that your child," Mr. Richard's asked.


  
  "No sir," the servant said.


 
   "Then why is it here," Mr. Richards asked.


 
   "You told me to watch her sir. That is the only reason she is here," the servant replied.


  
    Mr. Richards said nothing else. He went up stairs to his room and went to go look at the rest of his home. As he was walking around he began to have flashbacks. He thought they were just flashbacks of a previous life. Instead they were memories of his current life.


  
  "Honey come and eat something," Mr. Richards said from the dinning room.


   
  "I'm coming," he replied.


 
   As he was walking down the hallway he began glancing at the paintings that were on the wall. He noticed that they all consist of him and his wife. No one else it was always just the two of them. Something inside of Mr. Richards knew that something was off. He continued on down the hallway to the dinning room. As he went to go sit down the baby girl began to cry out once more.


  
  "SHUT THAT THING UP NOW," the wife yelled downstairs.


  
  "She's a baby girl and you will recognize her as a human being," Mr. Richards snapped at his wife.


   "Yes, and when she grows older will she call you father or abandoner," his wife lashed back out.


     This was now Mr. Richards new life. Having to deal with a wife who believed that her husband brought his love child to come live with them. Having to deal with the fact that he doesn't know who the child's real parents are. He has all the money in the world but none of it could help him answer his questions.

The Break Up

     It was just two weeks before the Winter Ball. Daniel and Stacy had been at it for the past couple of months. Daniel couldn't see what the problem was, and Stacy kept accusing him of causing these imaginary problems. Recently Stacy I had been dragging the relationship down on propose trying to force Daniel to break up with her. Instead Daniel was actually trying to save their relationship because he really liked her, and he also believed that he was falling in love with her.


   
    Daniel walked closer towards an angry Stacy with his hands in the air saying, "Could you please calm down and just tell me what's wrong."


 
   Stacy throws her book bag and yell's out, "I SAW YOU LOOKING AT LISA TODAY IN THE HALLWAY. YOU WERE UNDRESSING HER WITH YOUR EYES!"


    
"No I wasn't I didn't even see Lisa today. I was in the detention room all day, and you knew this," Daniel said.


   
 "Well this wouldn't be the first time you've skipped detention to go hang out with your friends," Stacy mentions.


  
  "Please trust me I didn't skip it, because if I did they said I wouldn't be able to go the Winter Ball," Daniel pleaded.


    
   "What ever where's your brother at I need him to proof read my essay for class," Stacy demanded.


   
 "He's in his room I'll go get him for you," Daniel started up the stairs to get his brother.




**knock**knock**knock**


    "Come on I know your in their I need you to come downstairs and help Stacy," Daniel said continuing to knock at the door.


  
  "I'll be down in a second just finishing up a project," Toby responded from the other side of the door.


  
  "Like now little brother I need you to go now," Daniel hit the door one last good time and went back down stairs.


 
   Meanwhile in Toby's room he was just putting the finishing touches on his card that  he had planned to give to Lisa tomorrow. Toby heard the house phone begin to ring but then his brother picked it up. Five minutes after that he heard the front door slam shut and someone coming up the stairs.




     When the person finally hit the top of the stairs they stopped walking. Then....BAM. Toby's door came flying open. Standing in his door way was a crying Stacy someone he hadn't talked to in months.


   
 "Did you look at Lisa today," Stacy asked Toby.


 
   "What," Toby was confused.


  
  "Did you look at that whore LISA TODAY YES OR NO," Stacy snapped.


 
   "I haven't talked to you in months and you don't even say hi," Toby said.



    "Stop fking with me. Now did you or did you not talk to Lisa today," Stacy's eyes were filled with rage.



    "So my brother said you needed help with your homework," Toby asked trying to change topic.




     "You know I don't need help. Now tell me," Stacy barked at Toby.




     "I think you need to go," Toby pointed towards his door.


    
     Stacy had now found her way in Toby's room and had planted herself in the far corner of his room near his desk. She looked down and saw the card. She picked it up and began reading it. While she read it she began to cry and when she finished she ripped it up and started throwing the pieces at Toby. Stacy walked up to Toby and slapped him.


    "You never talk to her ever again," and before Toby could even respond Stacy was out of his room headed towards the front door.


    The next day Stacy had broken up with Daniel and disappeared for the rest of the day. Daniel was afraid something had happened to her. After school he made Toby search the whole school looking for her to make sure she wasn't in any kind of trouble.

Family Affairs

     A couple of weeks went by and both Stacy and Toby were passing the class. Daniel on the other hand was failing horribly.


"You are the worst teacher's pet ever," Daniel said to his brother while he was looking over his progress report from the class.


"No your little peanut brain just can't handle anything but stupid antics and video games," Toby snapped back with a smirk on his face.


"HA!, I'm also good at making out with Stacy too. You forgot one numb nut," Daniel yelled out victoriously.


     Toby shook his head and began doing his math homework. The boys were waiting for Stacy so they could start their study session. Daniel opened up his English book and began to read the cover page and realized he wasn't going to do it. So he decided to throw the book at Toby instead.


"WHAT THE HELL," Toby yelled, "sometimes I just really can't stand you," Toby began packing up his homework.


"Your such a baby," Daniel grabbed the t.v remote and began flipping threw the channels.


     Toby went to his room and made sure he used every single last one of his muscles to slam the door hard enough to shake a decent portion of the house. He went to his study desk and just sat in front of it staring at it.


"Laaaaa laaa laaaa laaa laaa," an angelic voice came from down the driveway.


     Toby heard the voice and went to go look out his window to see who it was. Walking down the drive way was Stacy. She was singing and Toby had fell in love with her voice. He watched her walk all the way up to the front of the house. Never blinking once. He watched as she knocked at the door. Finally Daniel answered the door and let her in. But Toby was still staring out of the window stuck in a daze.


ring...ring...ring...


     The house phone started to ring Daniel had picked it up from downstairs. Toby still stuck in his daze heard someone coming upstairs. He went back to his desk and grabbed the first book he could get his hands on. Then he heard the front door slam shut.


knock...knock...knock...


"Can I come in," a tiny little voice came from the other side of the door.


"Yeah, what ever," Toby responded in an apathetic tone.


     The person tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Toby had gotten it stuck from when he had slammed it shut. Toby exhaled deeply and got up to go open his door. By the time he got to the door the person on the other side had finally gotten it unstuck and swung the door open smacking Toby right in the nose.


"Oh my gosh are you okay," Stacy cried out. Realizing what she had just done.


"Yup I'm all good," Toby replied.


"Good," Stacy said with relief.


     She began getting closer and closer to Toby. Toby started to slowly back (his virgin ass) up. Stacy just kept getting closer and closer she didn't say anything to Toby at all she was just smiling. Eventually there was no where else for Toby to go. Stacy had him cornered.


    Finally Stacy just lunged herself at Toby and threw him on his bed. She sat there standing over him for a second. Then she said,


"See your brother is the dominate one but a little something tells me that your different from your brother," Stacy smiles.


"Ummm," Toby didn't know what to say.


"Shhhhh, I didn't tell you to talk," Stacy said, "Now you listen to me and you listen to me good. I hired a guy to keep your brother busy for about 2 hours. Until he gets back everything I say is law. Do you understand," she asked Toby.


"Yes," Toby replied.

It Doesn't Get Any Better

      Toby finally gave up on his brother and his partner Stacy and just went upstairs to his room. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.


"Come in," Toby mumbled with his nose in a book. The door creaked on and Stacy's head pooped from behind the door.


"Hey Toby I just wanted to say thanks for trying to help us figure out that science stuff," Stacy said smiling at him.


"Your welcome," Toby replied in a monotone voice.


      Stacy began to open the door more and slide into his bedroom and shut the door behind her.


"I mean your like the smartest guy I've ever met in my life," Stacy went on. Toby looked up from his book to see that Stacy was now fully in his room.


"Yeah it's okay. Sorry I stormed off earlier on it's just that," Toby stopped.


"I understand it's hard being a genius around dumb people," Stacy walked closer to Toby, "but trust me if a pass this class you will be well compensated for it," Stacy kissed Toby's forehead and walked out of his room.


      Toby sat up all night thinking about Stacy and the kiss. Every time he'd try to fall asleep he would just wake back up. In the morning as the boys were in the car heading to school Daniel announced that he and Stacy were dating. Their mother got really happy and told him that she was a good choice.


      After school Toby took the long way home because he didn't want to be near Daniel and Stacy. As he was walking he began to think about the kiss from the other day. At first it was a nice thought but then he began to get angry thinking about it.


      Toby finally decided he needed to go home before anyone started looking for him. When he got home his brother and his new "girlfriend" were making out on the couch. Daniel heard the door open and threw Stacy off of him. Toby rolled his eyes and went up stairs.


"HEY BRAINIAC GET BACK DOWN HERE YOU HAVE TO HELP US WITH OUR HOEMWORK," Daniel yelled from downstairs.


      Toby just laid there on his bed with his feet dangling from the side. A couple seconds later he heard a knock at his door. When he didn't answer the knocker proceeded to open his door. He heard the door creek open then creek shut. He went to go look up to see who it was and saw that it was Stacy. She walked up to him and began making out with him too. (I know right she a hoe.)


      Stacy stopped kissing him and said, "Now come help me and your brother." She jumped off of him and left his room. Toby began grabbing his Chemistry books and headed downstairs. When Toby got downstairs Stacy and his brother were back at it again. (Mmhhmm told y'all she a hoe.) Poor Toby cleared his throat to let them know he was down stairs. Daniel once again threw Stacy off of him.


"It's about time," Daniel said turning around looking at his brother.


"Shut up," Toby said.


"Well then lets get started," Stacy said with a chipper voice.


      They all began doing their homework. Well Toby began doing the homework. Stacy (the hoe) was trying to follow but Daniel kept playing around with her. So she was constantly trying to beat him off of her. Eventually Toby finished the work and Stacy and Daniel copied it.


      That night Toby couldn't even think about sleeping. All he could think about was Stacy and the kiss. He began to right poetry about her hoping one day he may be able to read it to her.

Not A Love Story

      Once upon a time there were two brothers. They were three years apart and were both very different. The oldest boy's name was Daniel and he was an average boy. Then there was his youngest brother Toby and Toby was a brilliant boy. It was there birthday Daniel was turning seventeen and Toby was turning fourteen. Daniel loved his brother very much but at times he found himself hating his little brother. Toby too loved his older brother but he too sometimes dislikes his brother.


"How come you get to cut the cake first," Toby whined.


"Because I was born first so I get to cut the cake first," Daniel said with a grin on his face.


"You also cut the cheese first to," Toby came back at his brother.


      Their mother moved towards both of them and snatched the knife out of Daniels hand and said,
"If you can't play nice then no one get's to cut anything."


      After that fiasco the boys ate their cake and went to bed. In the morning the boys started their day like every other.


"MOM TOBY IS TAKING FOREVER IN THE BATHROOM AND HE LOCKED THE DOOR," Daniel yelled.


"TOBY GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM SO YOUR BROTHER CAN GET IN," their mother yelled from the kitchen.


"Why most I live in a house full of screaming banshees," Toby asks himself in the mirror.


      Daniel began to bang on the door yelling for his brother to get out. Toby just sat there staring in the mirror wondering what life would be like if he hadn't been born into this family. Finally Daniel had had enough of Toby's nonsense and started throwing his body at the door. Toby took advantage of this and waited for him to throw himself another time and swung the door open. Daniel crashed to the floor and Toby let out a booming laugh.


"TOBY," Toby looked up to see his mother standing in front of the doorway red hot. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT AND YOU'R SUPPOSE TO BE THE SMART ONE."


      Daniel saw what was happening and decided to milk the situation. So he began to cry like a new born baby. His mother made Toby get out of the bathroom and went to tend to Daniel.


"You know your her favorite right," Toby whispered to Daniel in the back of the car.


"No mom just likes me more then you," Daniel sang under his breath.


"You're such an idiot," Toby said rolling his eyes.


      Finally they made it to the front of the school. The boys began to get out of the car when there mother waved Toby to stay in the car.


"I don't have favorites," his mother said.


"What," Toby asked.


"I know you think that Daniel is my favorite but the truth is your my favorite," she said.


"Mom stop playing," Toby said.


"I'm serious if you hadn't been born I don't know that I would of done," she said. His mother leaned over the front seat and gave him a kiss on head. Then she leaned back into her seat and waved him out of the car.


      After school the boys had to walk home because their mother was running late. All the way there they argued. When it came time for dinner Daniel still was upset about it.


"Why wont you help me brainiac," Daniel spurted out.


"What's going on," their mother asked.


"This guy," Daniel points at Toby, "thinks he's to good to help me. We both have the same Chemistry class and he wont help me."


      Their mother looked at Toby with the 'Why wont you help your brother' look.


"Oh, come on tell her the truth," Toby began, "He doesn't want me to really help him he wants me to help him and his lab partner."


"Why can't you help them," his mother asked.


"Because it's not fair to me I have to take time out of my day to go help dumb and dumber," Toby tried to explain, but his mother didn't want to here any of it.


"You will help the both of them for all I care you can help the whole class if that's how your going to be," his mother said getting up from the table and leaving the room.


      The next day after school Toby was helping Daniel and Stacy. (Stacy is Daniels lab partner if you didn't get it.)

To Be Continued

The Small Town Part IV

      The man and the witch had talked about the deal for a while then they finally came to an agreement.

"So I give you one of my girls, and you will give me ten pounds of gold and a potion that will make my wife not only forget about the first child I gave away but the second one as well," the man confirmed with the witch.

"Yes Mr.Richards that is the deal I am willing to make with you," the witch smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking but why do you want my child. You already have your own. My children aren't special at all," the man asked.

"Because you don't deserve not a single one of your children nor your wife. You are a greedy man and you deserve to be punished. But as long as you get what you want out of this deal you don't need to worry about what I will do with the child," the witch explained in a calm tone.

"You really are a witch," the man said.

      The witch sat back in her chair and just smiled. She gave him a potion and told him this will make his wife fall asleep. Once he brought her the child then he would get the potion he needed to make his wife forget. The man took the potion and headed off back to town.

"I'm gonna have a sister," the little girl popped up out of no where in the forest.\

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm going to be rich," the man said with joy in his voice.

"Ma'ma was right you are a greedy man," the little girl said.

"Mind your tongue little one or else," the man told her.

"Or else what," the little girl put her hands on her hips sticking out her tongue. The man saw this and went to go strike the child. As he did the girl vanished and she was no longer there.

"NOW LEAVE ME BE CHILD," the man yelled out.

      Once the man got home he saw a carriage outside of his house. He walked up to it and saw it packed up with all of his wife and girls things. He went inside of his house to find an older gentleman sleeping in his front room. He went to the back room and saw his wife sleeping in a chair next to the girls cradles. He tiptoed into the room and grabbed the first girl he could get his hands on. The man put the baby into the carriage and went off back to the witches home.

"YOU SNAKE," the witch yelled at the man, "Mr.Richards I have half a mind. No, wait a whole mind of turning you into a mouse and feeding you to a snake."

"What are you yelling about. I've done what we agreed on," the man held out his child.

"You dare try to strike my child or did you think I wouldn't know. Understand one thing I will destroy you and your family worse then what you have already done," the witch said with anger in her voice.

"Calm down we just had a little misunderstanding nothings changed," the man said.

"Do you know what Mr.Richards I will give you everything you have every wanted and more," the witch said taking the baby out of his hands. "I want you to go home and drink this and give this to your wife. When you both wake up everything will be perfect."

      The man closed his eyes and when he opened them he was back in his house. He gave his wife the potion then he drunk it too. Into a deep sleep they fell.

The Butterfly & the Hero

Dedicated to my girl Ashley. I hope you like it.

Once upon a time there was a little girl and she loved to dance. She would dance when the sun woke up and she would dance until the sun would fall asleep. When the moon came out to play she would dance in her dreams.
      One day when she was out dancing on a hill she lost her balance. She went down crashing to the ground, and when she got up her legs could barely hold her. The little girl fell back to the ground again and again. She began to cry and cry.
      Eventually a little boy found her and helped her back home. When she got home her parents were worried. They answered the door to see their little girl all broken up their hearts dropped. They immediately rushed her to the hospital.
      With the big rush it took them a while to realize that they not only took their child but also the boy that had helped their daughter get home. The girls father walked over to him and said,

"Thank you very much. Now I don't know if you can fully understand what you have done today but I would just like to thank you. If you hadn't helped her home her injuries could have been a lot more worse."

"Can she dance," the boy asked.

"Well the doctor says he doesn't even know if she'll be able to walk again, but I'm pretty sure one day she will dance again," the girls father said.

"Do you think she'll dance tomorrow," the boy asked.

"She's a strong girl but I don't know about tomorrow," the girls father said.

      The boy stood up and walked out of the hospital. The girls father was about to go after him until he heard the doctor say he could go see his daughter. The father went to go see his daughter and just prayed that the young hero got home safely.

"She's going to be in the hospital for five days just to make sure there are no more complications. If there aren't any she can go back home," the doctor explained to the girls parents.

      For the next five days the girls became very fidgety.

"Can I dance yet," the girl asked her doctor as he was doing his final assessment of the young girl.

"Not quit, but you are making a speedy recovery. I still can't believe you walked all the way down the hall yesterday," he said to her.

"Yeah, but then I feel when I got to the end of the hallway remember," the little girl sadly said.

"Yes you did but you also pulled yourself back up and into your wheelchair all by yourself without anyone's help. Trust me you will dance again," the doctor smiled at her.

      The little girls parents came and took their little girl home. Over the next three months she struggled with walking. She began to have a lot more bad days then good, but that didn't matter because she was determined to dance again.

      One day when she was sitting on her front porch watching the butterflies dance a young boy had passed by and saw her. She saw the boy and said,

"I love the way butterflies dance. Don't you."

"You use to dance like a butterfly," the boy said.

"How did you know that," the girl asked.

"Because when your wings broke I helped you back home," the boy said.

      There was silence in the air. The boy looked down and saw her sitting in the wheelchair.

"On day I'll come back and you will dance again," the boy stated.

"First I would have to be able to walk," the young girl said.

      The boy smiled and waved at the girl then he walked off down the street.
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      About two years had gone by and it was the girls 16th birthday. She could now stand on her own for two hours, and walk half a mile without crutches. All of her friends and family were around her. There was a knock at the door. The girls father went to go answer it. When he opened the door there was no one there only a card and a single white rose.

     After everyone had left the girls father had given her the card and the rose, and went off to bed. She opened the card there was a picture a bright orange and red butterfly on the front of it. In the inside of the card it read, "It's time to dance like a butterfly." The girl smiled as she read it. At the bottom of the card it read, "PS Happy Birthday." The girl took the card and the rose and put it on her bedside table.

     The next day there was another knock at the door. The girls mother and father were both at work, and her aide had called out sick. The girl decided she would just answer the door. She locked the wheels of her wheel chair and grabbed her crutches. She struggled trying to push herself up and keep hold of the crutches at the same time. Every time she would get her balance her legs would give out causing her to fall back down. She began to cry, the girl felt hopeless.

"Is everything okay in there," a males voice was on the other side of the door.

      The girl recognized the voice and tried on more time to stand up, and she did. She made it to the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was the boy. It was the boy that helped her home, the boy that told her the next time they met she would dance again. The girl began to cry when she saw him.

"Why are you always crying when I'm around," the boy asked.

"Because you broke your promise," the girl said with a muffled voice.

"How," the boy asked.

"You said the next time you saw me we would dance," the girl said still crying.

"Yes well first of all I technically didn't see you I dropped something off and second I never said we would dance. I just said you would dance," the boy explained.

     The girl started to become very frustrated it had been years since she danced and she just knew some how the boy could help her achieve that. All of a sudden the girls legs began to give out she started crashing to the floor. The boy saw this and lunged to catch her.

     Luckily he did catch her and her crutches dropped to the floor. The girl began to cry again.

"Oh, no don't cry. It's going to be okay....umm... Wait what's your name," the boy asked.

"Huh," the girl said.

"This is kinda weird but I don't know your name," the boy said. The girl began wiping her tears away.

"Alice my name is Alice. What's your name," Alice asked.

"Well Alice my name is Christopher," Christopher said with a smile on his face.

"My chair is in the living room," Alice said blindly pointing to what she thought was the living room but was actually a wall.

      Christopher giggled and said, "Your chair's in the wall." Alice rolled her eyes, and Christopher began taking her to her chair. When he finally reached Alice's chair he let out a big sigh.

"What's wrong," Alice asked.

"Do you really want to dance," Christopher asked.

"Yes," Alice said in a joyous tone.

"Fine," Christopher said.

     Christopher put Alice's feet on his. He stepped once to the left and twice to the right. On his second step  he bumped into a corner table. This caused Alice to laugh.

"Hey hey hey I can put you back in your chair," Christopher jokingly said.

"Sorry you just seem really really really bad at this," Alice giggled some more.

      After ten long minutes of bumping into almost about every piece of furniture in the living room Christopher finally figured it out. They danced for hours until her parents came in, and even when they did walk in to see their daughter dancing with a "stranger."

"The hero's butterfly could no longer dance," the girls father said. His wife gave him a confused looked. "Don't you remember the young hero who saved our daughter. Well he has returned once again to save her." The girls father stood there smiling at the two of them.

      As the years went by Christopher grew to be good friends. Christopher helped Alice learn how to dance again and Alice taught Christopher how to dance.