Lies Are Hard to Keep Track Of

Lies Are Hard To Keep Track Of

What's worse? Being lied to or being given the honest to goodness truth? If your best friend is keeping something from you is it a lie or are they protecting you? Would you lie to protect someone even if you know they would get mad at you in the end? If it came down to it, most people would lie or ignore the problem. When a person ignores the problem and lies, they forget to keep track of it and in the end the truth comes out. Lying may be the best solution at first, but once the truth is out things can only get better. To me, I would rather get the honest to goodness truth, I would rather them tell me something instead of them having to carry the burden of protecting me over something probably not even worth it in the end. If I know what is going on, then I can figure out the situation no matter how troublesome it is. 

Once a lie is out there, to keep the lie going there has to be more lies to keep the secret going. To keep a lie going, a person has to have a very good memory because they have to keep track of every single lie they have told about one thing, and they have to remember who they told it to. In the end, the truth will eventually come out. Many people are too lazy to keep a lie going and would rather take the easy way out anyway. Honesty is always the best policy.

Fight for Me

If I could change one thing about my love life it would be how much I use my brain. I would be smarter about the decisions I make. I wouldn't fall in love with someone who only manipulates me. If I could change who I fell in love with I would, so my heart wouldn't be as damaged as it is now. So, I would be able to give every guy a fighting chance to be with me. I would change the fact that I won't let myself love anyone else, because of this one guy. Which in all honesty, makes me mad because to me, one guy should not be what influences you or your decisions no matter what the situation is. I would change the way I love. Instead of loving the "I'm not giving you any attention" type I want to love someone that will give me enough attention. I want to love a guy who is sweet and caring, but still has his confidence. I would change the fact that I hold back whenever I shouldn't.

Is it Just Me or Is it Time to Eat?

We all have that one food and drink that we end up eating or drinking more than others. Every year for me it is different. I like to stick with one food or drink so I don't have to spend a lot of time at the gas station, at a resturant, or at a grocery store. My food quirks have been crazy over the years. I used to have a love for laffy taffy and lemonade. Three sticks of cherry Laffy Taffy and any kind of lemonade would be my vice. Every day after school I would persuade someone to go to the gas station so I could go get my daily dose of Laffy Taffy and Lemonade. Another time I had an unhealthy habit of Zero Calorie Monster. Most people like to drink coffee in the mornings at school, but I would always have two cans of Monster to help me stay up. That was until I got a panic attack at one of my cheer competitions. Every food quirk leads me to a memory or a different point in my life. For example, this year my food quirk is three chocolate chip cookies and a sweet tea from McDonalds. My best friend Jessica and I hung out almost every day of summer. Every night we would do something different, but we never failed to stop at Mcdonalds to get me a Large Sweet Tea and Chocolate Chip Cookies. One day, while it was pouring down rain, our friend had met us at the Mcdonalds by the mall to just come and hangout for a little while. We all had a good laugh at ourselves for even getting out in the rain, and we drove through the drive through to get some treats. Once summer ended, my best friend got her current boyfriend he would bring me Sweet Tea to get me to like him, even though we were already good friends. My friends sophomore year would always go up to Kum and Go to get slushies. We were the three amigos, and I remember the falling out we have and it reminds me of slushies and laffy taffy. We'd go get the slushies and hangout at my friends house and watch movies like "She's the Man" with Amanda Bynes in it. Every one has a food they get every time they go to a certain place, and memories that come with it.

Twelve

If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world? - Snow Patrol

Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?- Lana Del Rey

You're too proud to say that you've made a mistake
You're a coward to the end -Marina & The Diamonds

And all the bad boys, are standing in the shadows
All the good girls, are home with broken hearts- Tom Petty

'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you'll be owning all the fines. -Bon Iver

Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall- David Guetta

Remember only God can judge ya
Forget the haters 'cause somebody loves ya- Miley Cyrus

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark- Adele

The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?- Taylor Swift

Everybody said we'd be together forever but I know that,
I never wanna settle down, come around, break up the love like Lego now- Ed Sheeran

Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed- The Fray

The truth is...I don't stand a chance
Its something that you're born into...- Weezer







Mom- A pair of uggs and a coach purse
Dad- A watch and a tie
Brother- Money and X-box game
Sister- Build-a-Bear and crafts
Justin Bieber-Me and Me
Jessica- Gift Card to favorite clothing store and money
Hanna- Box of Chocolates and Uggs
Kimberely- Uggs and Cheer stuff
Catie- Candy and Hello Kitty
Jenna- Dresses and Perfumes
Step-Mother- Perfumes and Lotions, maybe house appliance
Kayla- Scarves and Jewlery

Movie Preference

My favorite movies would have to be Pirates of The Caribbean, Sweet Home Alabama, and Mulan. I like Pirates of The Caribbean because it has so much action going on and it has a little bit of romance in there too. Jack Sparrow is one of my favorites, he's witty and has a lot of luck. Sweet Home Alabama has a romance that everyone wants, and I like that her first love is her only love. Mulan is my favorite because it's not your average princess fairy tale. It's a brave girl who goes and fights in war sacrificing her life for her father. The underdog defeats the Huns. Plus, the music is great.

The movies I don't really care about are comedies that have no point to them. They are just plain stupid to watch and make me feel uneducated. I just need a movie with a story line I can follow.

I don't go to the movies as often as I used to. I might go once a month or every two months, depending on if I have time to go. I like to watch movies on my Netflix on the weekends most of the time. I like to watch Disney movies most of the time whenever I do watch movies, or romantic movies.

I like to have popcorn, candy, and a drink to watch a movie. I do not like it whenever someone tries to talk to me while I'm watching a movie. It is like reading a book, you have to have quiet to get into the story.

The survey told me that I am 25% Extraverted, 83% Agreeable, I am 50% Conscientious, I am 75% emotionally stable, and 92% Open to new experiences. The reason I watch movies is 95% Pleasure-Seeking, 55% Nostalgia, 60% Catharsis, 15% Aggression, 70% Sensation Seeking, 10% Artistic, 10% Information-seeking, 45% Boredom Avoidance, and 50% socialization.

If my life were made into a movie it would be a comedy because a lot of unrealistic and out of the blue stuff happens to me. My clumsiness is something that would be a character trait of mine if I were a character in the movie. Most of the stuff that happens to me I think is funny, and it's just the fact that it is my life. One time, I was in the middle of eating a burrito while I was on my way out for cheer practice, and my brother comes in with his cute friend and he introduced him to us as I had a burrito in my mouth. Yeah, not the best moment in my life, but not the worst.

Dan In Real Life Q&A

I think it is good to write about what you know because it will help you connect with your readers more. You also happen to be an expert on this subject so you can get more out of this than something you know nothing about. It is a good idea to be open to other things, but you cannot just jump into something that is totally unexpected. Thinking out of the box, and exploring new things is helpful, but writing about what you know is a good thing.

I think that Dan wants the best for his children. At first he wanted his daughters just to do what he says. By the end of the movie he realized that he was teaching his daughters to do what he says, but don't do what I do. Considering he did not want one of his daughters to go after her boyfriend that she claimed to have loved. He ended up going a bit crazy for the woman that he loved. He was being a bit hypocritical, but at the end of the movie he changed for the better.

I think someone who is a attractive can be physically attractive or have an attractive personality. Honestly I think to be a "hottie" you have to have a good personality along with the looks in this era. Expectations are high, almost to where no one can reach this kind of status, but most people strive to become a "hottie". Many people would think guys who have abs, are tan, tall, amazing eyes, and perfect white teeth are attractive. Most of the guys who are like this do not have good personalities at all because they think highly of themselves. That is all they focus on is appearance when they should be thinking about personality. Those guys are going to be the ones who are unhappy the rest of their lives or won't be in a good, healthy relationship.

Age limit on certain types of things is okay to a point, but giving children a bit more freedom will make for a responsible child. Relationships should not be limited at a certain age, because even if there are restrictions on dating, it doesn't mean that the child will not date. It's just another rule to break for the child. Many people that I have come to know, have had "boyfriends" in elementary school and middle school. They might not have been real relationships, but that still counts as dating to most people. This is harmless dating, there shouldn't be restriction on the age of dating, there should be restrictions on dating itself. For example, curfew, where they are going on the date, and if the parents approve of the guy or girl. The way a girl dresses or the clothes that she buys should be her choice. If a thong is what she desires, let her have it. If you've raised a good girl, a thong should not be the biggest of your worries.

This is Family

This is me at two days old,
My young dad holding me
My brother curious of me.
A perfect little family,
my mom behind the camera.

Not yet knowing betrayal
Two years later,
Perfection turning into
Imperfection

My mom naïve
my dad three years younger
Two different minds
One responsibility
The other too scared to
commit

Mistakes were made,
trust was broken
Things would never be
the same

Eighteen years later,
A half sister, a stepmom,
a dad three and a half hours
away
a brother filled with hatred
for his father,
a mother still single.

The man in the picture
finally grew up.
Now trying to split time
between two families.
Trying to mesh them
together.
Knowing he was the reason
for two traumatized children.

This is the family
I should have had.

Expressing Through a Paintbrush

I lifted my hand to paint again, I stuck my paintbrush in the red paint creating blood for all of the rage I had for the losses I had received in this past year. I opened up a new pack of cigarettes. I took one out and lit it then continued to paint. Smoking was a relief as I continued to poor my feelings onto this canvas. I was zoning in, I could barely hear the buzzing of Lana Del Ray blaring in the background. I stuck my paint brush into the blue, expressing the sadness experienced that came with the losses. As I painted, I took out another cigarette focusing in on the painting. I took my paint brush, put it in the yellow, letting it represent hope in the future. I took a break, emotions drowning me, finishing the pack of cigarettes. I had another pack in my pocket, thinking of my mother, I dug it out and threw it in the nearest trash can. A tear rushed down my face, slowly lifting my hand to wipe it, dozens of tears came bursting out. I sprang back onto my feet, not ready to face defeat to my emotions. I rushed back to the canvas, splattering every emotion I was having onto it. Rage turned into sadness turning into fear and then to hopeful back to rage. I knew I had to leave this place with pride and grace. Finally I had gotten myself together. I promised myself as I left that cancer would not beat me down I would beat cancer.

I lifted my hand to paint again
I stuck my paintbrush into the red
creating blood for all of the rage I had
for the losses received in the past year.

I opened up a new pack.
Taking one out and lighting it.
I continued to paint.

Smoking relieved me,
as I continued to pour my feelings
on this canvas.

I was zoning in
Barely able to hear the buzzing
Lana Del Rays music blaring in the back.
Sticking my paintbrush into the blue
expressing the sadness that came.

As I painted,
I took out another cigarette
focusing in on the painting.
Painting yellow,
letting it represent hope in the future.

I took a break,
emotions drowning me,
finishing the pack of cigarettes.

I had another pack in my pocket,
I thought of my mother,
then I dug it out of my pocket
throwing it in the nearest trash can.
 A tear rushed down my face,
slowly lifting my paint splattered hand to wipe it
dozens of tears came rushing out.

I sprang back to my feet,
not ready to face defeat to my emotions.
I rushed back to the canvas
splattering every feeling I was having onto it.

Rage turned into
Sadness turning into
Fear and then to
Hopeful and back to
Rage.

I knew I had to leave
not without pride
and not without grace.

I had gotten myself together,
Promising myself as I left
Cancer would not beat me down.
I would beat cancer.

No Girls Allowed!

I have three older sisters, Brooke, Blaire, and Bella.

My name is Brice.

They always dressed me up in girl clothes.

And took me out for walks in their stroller.

I try to hide every time, but they have a way of finding me.

Three against one? That's not fair at all.

I asked my dad to help me make a tree house.

We spent all of our time on the tree house, and it was finally built.

I put on a sign outside the door that said "No Girls Allowed," in big bright red letters.

I dragged action figures, baseballs, cards, and board games into my tree house.

My dad came up and played with me.

Brooke, Blaire, and Bella knocked on the door to the house.

I stuck my head out of the window and replied, "No girls allowed!"

They decided to come up with a plan to get into the tree house.

The three of them went inside and got some rope. Whenever they came back outside, they began throwing the rope into the window.

I caught the rope and pulled it up through the window.

I heard Brooke say, "We'll find a way to get in!" She went back inside and the two other sisters followed.

Each of them went to separate bathrooms and grabbed a plunger and headed back towards the tree house.

This time they were more quiet, until I heard, "PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK!" The girls had each fallen after trying to climb the tree with plungers.

The three sisters got up and shook off the dirt and grass that was all over their clothes.

I heard them whisper to each other, but I couldn't hear a word they said.

I looked out of the tree house window. I turned my head to the left, and then to the right.

No one was there.

I thought I had heard a foot step, but I turned and looked behind me and nothing was there. I went back to playing games.

I was in the middle of a big fight between two of my action figures, when suddenly...

The door burst open and Brooke stood there, while Blaire and Bella scooped me up and held me captive.

Yet again, I was dressed up in girl clothes and taken for a walk in the stroller.

What was I thinking? Three against one, I had no chance.

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom

Authors: Bill Martin Jr. and John Archambault

There is a bio in the back of the book. It tells us about their profession and where they live.

The cover has a coconut tree with two coconuts on it with an orange background and a pink frame with polka dots on it. The book has thirty pages.

The characters are the aplaphet babies and their elder relatives. For example, moms, dads, aunts, and uncles.
All 26 letters are trying to fit on a coconut tree. They all end up fitting on this tree and they fall off and get hurt. They all go to bed except for "a" and "a" challenges them again.

This book does not have animals as characters. It does rhyme and does teach a lesson of some kind. It doesn't have monsters or creatures but has kids as characters. It also has adults as characters and uses a little bit of humor in the book. It has illustrations with color and doesn't use actual photos. It doesn't have many words on each page, but it does have a phrase repeated throughout the story.

"Chicka Chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room?" is my favorite line from the book. This book would be appropriate for children that are pre kindergarten because it helps children around that age learn their alphabet in a fun way. I would and I did like this book as a kid because it's fun, rhymes, and it is cute with many illustrations.

Child's Play

A lot of my cultural influence comes from my dads side. We have some Japanese in our blood and we'd like to embrace it. Whenever we'd go visit my grandmother, who is from Japan, she'd always make Japanese style food for us.  Whenever you walked in the front door, you have to take your shoes off. I don't know if it's for the sake of the clean house, or because of the culture. She also has her glass tea sets displayed in a case that sits in the living room. She has those cats that display good luck in her kitchen. I also took Japanese for three years to try and understand the culture a bit more. 

Whenever I was younger, I wanted to be famous. That's a lot of children had that dream, but I really believed that someday I would become famous. My influences were Britney Spears and Hilary Duff. After the Lizzie McGuire Movie came out, I wanted to be a singer, because it looked like so much fun. Much of the time I would practice my signature a billion times on a single piece of paper until I thought  it looked right. One time I signed a piece of paper and gave it to a kid in my fifth grade class, I was like, "You're going to need that someday." He doesn't need that anymore because I don't have that ambition anymore, I do not want to be a singer or an actress. We'll leave that dream to other people. 

My brother, mom, and I lived in an apartment complex and there were a lot of children in the neighborhood. We liked to go outside and play until it got dark outside. One time, a couple of the neighbor kids, my brother, and me went to my friend Kaylee's house because she had a trampoline and it was always an adventure whenever we went to her house. We got on the trampoline and jumped like we usually do. We'd always figure out a game to play on the trampoline while we were there. This time we were jumping and seeing who could get the highest. Me being the littlest was shooting up every time someone would come back down on the trampoline, but whenever I got back down another person was down and my ankle had jammed into the trampoline and twisted. I didn't cry, I just couldn't move my ankle much. We all had to get out, and I told my friend Kaylee to get her father while I sat on the bench right outside of her house. Her dad looked at my ankle and declared it as sprained, he carried me back to my house and I had to tell my mom what happened. We ended up not going to the doctor, because it wasn't too bad. I just couldn't walk much for a week or two. 

I had a lot of friends before I even went into school. My mom had to take me and my brother to day care because she had to go to work. We went to the cox daycare. I started going there whenever I was three or maybe even younger, but I met a lot of my best friends there. We had a group and it was Me, Ashlee, Kimi, Chelsea, and Tra. We didn't really like this girl named Mandy, and there was a guy name Jason that always hung around and a guy named Josh that would always chase us on the play ground. We all grew up together and went to summer shenanigans together. Once we stopped going there, we definitely stopped seeing each other, but we always kind of kept in touch. I had ended up changing schools in middle school and going to school with two of the four other girls in our group. One of them would talk to me every now and then, the other one acted as if we were strangers, and hung out with the so called "populars." What bothers me most is that I knew her before we even went to school, but high school changes people.

Halloween

The story's that I read were all different. They had surprising and mysterious endings. I like how descriptive some people got in my group. I could visualize everything that was happening in the story, or feel every ounce of pain going on through the main character. Another person in my group wrote about cheating, but it was very different from the story I have written. I could not have guessed the ending. It caught me off guard. All of these stories are great Halloween stories.

I do not have much planned for Halloween, I think I may just watch scary movies with one of my best friends and have a sleepover. I also might go to a cheerleaders Halloween party for an hour or two. Today in one of my classes we are getting to have a Halloween party, so that is what I am looking forward to today.

Fool Me Once

 

It was a bright Saturday morning, I, Brooke, was in the most amazing mood. Just the fact that I had my wonderful boyfriend, Jerome right by my side and the sun was shining bright. Though, me and Jerome had our problems we were always the most happy couple on the block. At least, that's what we made it seem like. I'd make breakfast in the morning, and scoot Jerome on his way to work. On the weekends Jerome had his business meetings and he was always busy golfing with his friends or watching the games, I tidied up the house. This Saturday morning, I had woken up and I was feeling great, until I started throwing up. I jumped up and scrambled to the bathroom, struggling to keep what was in my stomach down. I finally made it to the toilet heaving up unmentionable chunks.

Jerome shouted from the bathroom, "Honey, are you okay?" 

I replied, "Yeah, I think I just ate something bad last night," trying not to worry him.

 I walked slowly back to the bed, and put a bucket by my side. To my surprise Jerome had brought me up some crackers and a glass of water. I looked around the room to see if he was still here, but he had left a note that said, "Sorry that you're not feeling well, I have a business meeting this morning and then I'm going golfing with a few friends." I scanned over the note a few times and then gently set it down on the night stand. 

"Unbelievable," I thought, "He can't even stay home when..." I gagged and then heaved the crackers I had just eaten. 

Later that day, whenever I was feeling better, I decided that I'd make Jerome lunch and bring it to his office. I went downstairs, got out his lunch box, and made a sandwich and put his favorite chips, two chocolate chip cookies, and a water in it. I also had stuck a note in there. I was feeling pretty satisfied with myself, and I headed towards the car to go to the office. I opened the door, put the lunch box in the passenger seat, and put the key in the ignition. I was about to start driving when I found a pink pair of lacy underwear in the back seat. I didn't think much of it, because I just figured they had fallen out of my gym bag whenever I took it inside. I started driving to the office and I got there ten minutes later. I walked into the huge skyscraper building and went straight up to the receptionist to see if Jerome was on his lunch break yet. She looked at me confused informing me that he did not show up today, and that there was not a business meeting today. I was a bit startled and then asked her if there were any business meetings in the past month on the Saturdays Jerome had said he went to. She looked at the calendar and told me there were business meetings every Saturday except for this one. I went around the desk, curious to see if she were lying, bumping her out of the chair, and I plopped right down where she had been sitting. I looked at the computer, and just as she had said before, there were business meetings but not this weekend. 

I apologized to the receptionist and went back to my car and went home. Whenever I got home I called my boyfriend to see where he was. He didn't pick up, as always, and I waited for him to call me back. Five minutes later he had called me back asking me what was wrong, "Is everything okay? How are you feeling? Do you need something?" 

"I'm feeling better, where are you? Can I bring you lunch?" I retorted back to him. 

"I'm at a golf tournament with a few people, I already ate," He replied quickly. 

I let him go, and decided to see what was really going on. I drove to the club that Jerome golfed at, and I chose to have a steak out. I saw him walking with a girl, and an older man, figuring that it was the girls father. I was hurt, and decided to go back home and plan out what I was going to do next. When I got home, I went straight to the bedroom, and I came up with an elaborate plan. 

After that, I went to the grocery store to get a few things, I remember being in the cleaning aisle and then the room started to spin, and my vision narrowed, then I couldn't see anything. I couldn't remember what had happened after. I do remember waking up in the hospital, with Jerome by my side. Startled he got up out of his seat and came quickly to my side. He explained to me that I was going to have a child, supposedly his child. I didn't say anything, I just cried, because I knew he was hiding something from me. How was I supposed to have a child with him whenever he was hiding something. 

They finally let me out of the hospital later that night, I went home and Jerome still wasn't there. I got up, and I decided to find him. I put all of my equipment, for the plan I had brought up, into my car. I went to the closest hotel room to see if he was there. The hotel manager looked it up for me, and he filled me in that he was there in room 607. He had gotten a suite, on the highest floor of the building, "even better," I thought to myself. I went back outside to get my bag full of stuff, and rushed to the floor Jerome was on. I put on my black hoodie, just in case he passed or I saw someone I knew on the floor. I slowly creeped through the hallway to room 607, I put my ear to the door to hear if anyone was in there. I heard voices, "I'm sorry, but I love you not her. I will end it." My stomach sank. I let myself in quietly, not letting anyone know I was there. I turned off the main lights to the suite and sneaked into the master bedroom. 

"What was that?" a female voice whispered, hearing my footsteps creak on the floor. 

"I bet it's nothing, these things happen all of the time," the familiar voice of Jerome reassuring her about the lights.
I laid my bag on the floor and then opened it as the ropes and knives rolled out of it. I got the ropes prepared for the room and placed the knives strategically around the room, if they wanted to try and save themselves. I turned off the light in the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me as I left. I went to the circuit box and turned everything off, and I tapped loudly on the walls. I walked and the tapping got louder as I got closer to the door of the suite. I stopped it once I got there and locked it. I turned and went to look for Jerome. 

I heard a loud shout, "Hello, who is there?" I crept quickly to find him. 

He was holding the girl I had saw earlier on the golf course in the bathroom. She looked terrified. I had my black hoodie on and a ski mask on, so he wouldn't figure out who I was yet. 

I finally let out a low growl, "You come with me," as I pointed to Jerome. 

He let go of the girl, and gave her a reassuring look. I took him to the bedroom, and tied him up on in a chair connected to the bed post. I put on my black gloves and then took off my mask. 

Jerome looked stunned, "Brookie, what are you doing?"

I replied, "I know you're cheating on me with that girl, how could you? I'm having your baby."

He cried desperately, "That's my fiance, you're the one I'm cheating on with, remember? Look at your hand, you have a husband too."

He was struggling to stay strong, but I was in disbelief. He was the only guy in my life. My husband wasn't around. I grabbed a knife and put it up to his throat and said, "Break up with her, or you'll never live to see your baby."

Jerome gave out a loud cry, and suddenly I remembered, the girl was still in the bathroom. I made sure, he was tied up tightly and ran to the bathroom to get the girl. I brought her back to the bedroom and tied her up in a second chair. I turned my back for a second and they were holding hands and staring into each others eyes. Rage burned in my eyes, and I tied them back to back. "I give you one option, break up with her, or you will not live to see another day," I growled once again. He looked at the girl and shook his head at me, tears rolled down her face. I said okay, and I turned the girls chair towards him. I took the knife and put it under his neck, and gave him one last chance to do it. He didn't mutter a word, and I shoved the knife into his neck slaying him right in front of the girls eyes. 

"NOOOOO!" She screamed more tears streaming out of her. She tried to put on a fight and wiggled in her chair until she finally gave up. I finally came up to her, sadness and defeat in her eyes, and slayed her the same way I had Jerome. I left the girl with the knife in her hand laying on the ground with a note in her hand. It was a suicide note, saying that she couldn't live without Jerome admitting she had killed both him and herself. I went back downstairs, carrying my bag over my shoulder.

I went to the manager of the hotel and told him that I had tried to stop the girl, but I wasn't able to. I informed him on how I was paid to bring these supplies to the room, but I didn't know that she'd be capable to do that. He believed me through all of this and called the police telling them the story I had told the manager.

They showed up immediately and went to the room to investigate the crime scene, they brought detectives in, and decided that the story had lined up. They asked me a few witness questions and then let me go. As I was on my way out of the hotel, I got a phone call from Ramone.

 I answered it, "Hello?"

"Hey sweetheart, I haven't heard from you in a couple days, just making sure you're okay since you took that horrible spill the other day. I was wondering if you were enjoying your annual weekend with your girlfriends that you insisted you go to?" The man retorted.

I was confused momentarily, then I remembered Jerome saying something about me having a husband.

"Hi darling, I'm having a great time, I'm about to head out." I smirked as I walked out of the hotel room.

"Okay, I'll see you soon," He sounded desperate to see me.

"I actually have a surprise for you whenever I get home," I told him, wanting to tell him about the baby I was having.

We had a small conversation before I headed out, I went back to Jerome's house, packed my stuff, and then drove back home.

None of the evidence was ever traced back to me, but whenever my baby was born, he would always get up in the middle of the night, and stand in the bed frame of my room and stare at me. Every single night at 3:16 in the morning until he was eighteen years old. Whenever he was eighteen years of age, I had told him what I did. He now understood, and told me about the man and woman he had seen since he was three years old. We moved out of our house and went to live in Europe for some time. Whenever my son had turned 21, he had killed me in the same way that I had killed Jerome and his fiancé. If you ever see an unknown shadow lingering in your bedroom or a strange noise creaking through your room, don't worry, it's just Brooke, I know you've been cheating on your significant other. I'm about to slaughter you in the same white dress I have been wearing since I died.

Halloween Spirits

My favorite Halloween was the time I decided to go trick or treating with my best friend Kati. She wanted me to go with her boy friend and his best friend, in which I found attractive. So in this case it was a win win situation. We got dressed up and found some pillow cases to put all of our candy in. We met up with the boys and started walking to go trick or treating. We decided that it wasn't much fun, since we were older so we decided to walk around and talk for awhile. Maybe even go for an adventure or two.
My friend Kati was a "homey hopper." She had dated her boyfriends best friend Josh. The one I liked, and so she was trying to get him away from her and be with her boyfriend for awhile. I was the distraction. All four of us walked for awhile until we ended up in a cul-de-sac and we sat there talking for a long while. We decided to get up and go for another walk. The boys had a short cut to get home. They decided to walk along side the high way, and right by the highway were big ditches, that were for draining water while it rained. Unfortunately, I didn't realize these were there and with no street lights it was pitch dark. I took a step forward and fell into the ditch scraping my leg against the concrete walls. It was a painful spill, but I couldn't see it any scrapes or blood for that matter, so we walked on. I was walking right next to Kati when she had knocked my hand, that had my cell phone in it. My cell phone flew out of my hand into the street. I initially had the reaction to grab it, but Kati and Josh pulled me back from getting hit by a car while I watched my phone almost get crushed by it also. Thankfully, my phone didn't get crushed and neither did I. I grabbed my phone after that, and we finally made it back onto the neighborhood streets. We walked back to where we met the boys and I shined my leg under the light, to my surprise there was a big scrape and blood was running down my leg from it. We didn't know what to do, so we just left it. Kati and her boyfriend were no where to be seen, me and Josh decided to find out where they had gone. We went towards a trail that led to a bunch of trees and a walk way, that no one was on. We found them laying down on the ground watching the stars together and talking. Josh tried to disturb them, but I told him I wanted to go back and just sit and chat for awhile. This is what we did until it was time to go. He also had given me his jacket, because it was really chilly outside. All in all, it was a memorable and most fun Halloween I've had. I have the scar to prove it.

I was putting on my Halloween costume when I heard something moving in my closet. I immediately shut the door to my closet and finished putting my costume on. I left my room and got a broom, just in case it was a mouse. I called for my dog Pepper and he was no where to be found. I took a deep breath and I opened the door to my room. I then prepared for what was going to come popping out at me from my closet. I held out my broom stick, and then suddenly something came running out from under my bed. I jumped around trying to figure out what it was when it came hurdling at my face and started licking me. I finally found Pepper, he was hiding under my bed this whole time. I took my dog outside, so I could figure out what was hiding in my closet. I called for my older brother real quick to see if he was home, so I wouldn't have to do this on my own. He ended up not being home and I continued to get prepared to open the closet door. When my door suddenly darted open on its own. I checked the hallway to see if anybody was there, and my brother popped out at me. He had a good ten minute laugh for scaring me. I got mad at him and he left loudly stomping to his room. After I heard his door close I continued to do what I was doing before. Figuring out what was in my closet. I grabbed my broom stick yet again, and had my hand on the handle of the door. I turned the knob and jumped, when my cell phone started vibrating on top of my dresser. I looked to see who was calling, and of course it was my father, checking up to see what I was doing. I had a small conversation with my dad, and then hung up the phone. What was going to interrupt me next? I wondered. I got ready to open up my closet for the last time, without the broom, and a bunch of balloons and confetti popped out and once that cleared out, there stood a bear, roses, candy, and a sign that said congratulations. My parents and my brother came into my room and congratulated me for getting accepted to the college that I wanted to get into.
Later that night, I heard rattling, but it was different this time. I got up, and got my broom, and a sudden bright light filled my room...

Every holiday comes and goes,
I look forward to my favorite of all,
Pumpkins and candy will fill up my pillow case
I walk in the night, spooky as can be.
I see a scary witch.
She's carrying a broom.
I see orange lantern's lit up at every house.
Black cat's and scary bats decorate the streets.
The night is full of spirits and cold wind fills the air.