tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33093715998786550972024-03-12T20:47:44.873-07:00The Fantasy SlayerMy blog was made for me to share my views and opinions about certain topics. I also share my favorite books, movies, music, and to let people see some of the latest songs and artists. I hope everyone finds something to like about this! By the way, comments are very much appreciated! It is not much fun writing a blog when you don't know what people think about it.
:D Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-2445990461135575712013-02-23T19:15:00.001-08:002013-02-23T19:17:31.385-08:00Words! <br />
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This is now one of my new favorite songs! I love this song for many reasons, but I would like to discuss a few of the main reasons why this song means so much to me.</div>
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I have spent my whole life either hating or loving words. People have given me compliments and have said nice things about me over the years, but no matter how many good things people say about me I can never forget the bad. </div>
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I have been criticized about faults I have for a long time and I can never get rid of those faults when people always remind me of them. I wonder how many other people have cried their eyes out after going to bed because of some of the things people have said to them. These words also hurt the most when spoken by family or friends, because those words are so personal that you will never forget them. No matter how much people try to change, they can never do it when people keep hurting them.</div>
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If you want someone to change you should tell them their faults with following encouragement. Never end a conversation with your last words pointing at them with a sword at their heart. </div>
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I can never forget the bad things people say about me, but I will always want to remember the words that make me smile! :D </div>
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Enjoy this song. I will also attach lyrics so you can really see the meaning.<br />
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They've made me feel like a prisoner<br />
They've made me feel set free<br />
They've made me feel like a criminal<br />
Made me feel like a king<br />
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They've lifted my heart<br />
To places I'd never been<br />
And they've dragged me down<br />
Back to where I began<br />
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Words can build you up<br />
Words can break you down<br />
Start a fire in your heart or<br />
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Let my words be life<br />
Let my words be truth<br />
I don't wanna say a word<br />
Unless it points the world back to You<br />
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You can heal the heartache<br />
Speak over the fear<br />
(Speak over the fear)<br />
God, Your voice is the only thing<br />
We need to hear<br />
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Words can build us up<br />
Words can break us down<br />
Start a fire in our hearts or<br />
Put it out<br />
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Let my words be life<br />
Let my words be truth<br />
I don't wanna say a word<br />
Unless it points the world back to You<br />
(Back to You)<br />
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Let the words I say<br />
(Let the words I say)<br />
Be the sound of Your grace<br />
(Sound like Your grace)<br />
I don't wanna say a word<br />
Unless it points the world back to You<br />
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I wanna speak Your love<br />
Not just another noise<br />
Oh, I wanna be Your light<br />
I wanna be Your voice<br />
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Let my words be life<br />
Let my words be truth<br />
I don't wanna say a word<br />
Unless it points the world back to You<br />
(Back to You)<br />
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Let the words I say<br />
(Let the words I say)<br />
Be the sound of Your grace<br />
(Sound like Your grace)<br />
I don't wanna say a word<br />
Unless it points the world back to You<br />
(Back to You)<br />
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Words can build us up<br />
Words can break us down<br />
Start a fire in our hearts<br />
Or put it out<br />
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I don't wanna say a word<br />
Unless it points the world back to You
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Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-74094892360466436442013-01-05T13:51:00.003-08:002013-02-13T13:20:10.572-08:00People Never Mature <div style="text-align: center;">
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You know how people always say that no one ever truly matures and that everyone has a little bit of a kid insides of them? Well... They were right! </div>
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So in Utah, we have been getting some cold weather; the lowest temperatures have been around -11 degrees. So, it has been cold inside the house as well and no one can go anywhere without a jacket or a blanket wrapped around them. I went walking in the kitchen today and heard some noises coming from the washer and dryer. I was thinking to myself, "What is going on over there?" </div>
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So I walk over to the dryer and see a body, with a black jacket on, half way inside, head first. My first thought, "Oh my gosh! There's a burglar trying to steal my laundry!" But before I could open up a can of butt whopping KA- BAM on this sorry freak... My older sister takes her head out of the dryer and smiles. "It's warm in here," She says. </div>
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My sister is lucky that I waited a minute and saw it was her, other wise I would have gotten the pepper spray out! </div>
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And this is the girl who is going to be serving a mission soon! Ha, can't wait to turn her over to her poor, unsuspecting companions! They might not be as nice to her if they think she is a burglar! </div>
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We used to climb inside the dryer all the time when we were kids... Guess she never quite grew out of the habit. </div>
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Anyway, thought this would be fun to blog about! have a great day! </div>
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Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-82943864010060296282012-12-19T14:31:00.001-08:002012-12-23T15:29:02.182-08:00Kids: The Funny Things They Can do<div style="text-align: center;">
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Aren't kids just the best? Of course, I don't have kids, but I have lived with five younger siblings, so I think I might know a thing or two. I know that kids can be the best at sometimes, while other times you don't know why they even exists. I have just been inspired to write about some funny things that I have seen kids do, after just being by some funny kids. </div>
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Now as I just mentioned, I have five younger siblings. I have seen a lot of funny things done by these kids and there friends over the year that I have lived. Kids like and hate some many different things, but not all kids hate or like the things you think they would... </div>
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I just went over to babysit for someone the other day and I came home with a couple funny stories. You see, these kids had to eat dinner before they could do anything that night; they were having spaghetti and meatballs. While I was salivating or the deliciously flesh food, these kids were complaining about their mother's dinner choice and demanded... wait for it... BROCCOLI??? </div>
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I could not believe it, these kids wanted their veggies for dinner rather than the deluxe meal they had before them. I had to bargain with them, like most babysitters do, but not like most babysitters have to. I promised them that for every five noddles and meatball they ate, I have then give them one piece of broccoli. How ironic does this sound? </div>
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Now, I have little sisters, one is nine and the other is almost seven; yeah, the awkward ages. The reason I call those the awkward ages is because this is the time that most little girls start to think that they are "big girls". I can't count how many times I have walked into a room and my little sisters start talking about fashion and celebrities. Of course, their conversations are not quite grown up or mature. Their idea of fashion is taking anything that has flowers or Selena Gomez on it. They talk of celebrities consists mostly of the new songs sung by Justin Bieber. I sometimes try to educate them on the celebrities and fashion that is actually in at the moment, but they always look at me, roll their eyes, and say "whatever". It always gets complicated when your little sisters can't decide if you are cool or just old. They sometimes want to hang out with me just because it is cool to be hanging out with sixteen and seventeen year olds, but I mostly just get "whatever" from them. </div>
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The best thing about kids is having stories about them doing embarrassing things that they can never live down. I have so many stories about my younger and older siblings that I will always old against them. But what sucks is when they have stuff on you; like how you fell don in front of the whole congregation in church... but we wont get into that. :D </div>
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My favorite story about one of my little siblings is when little brother got brought home by the police.... Now I know what your thinking, but it wasn't like that. My family was working outside in the yard when my little brother, three years old at the time, decided that it would be fun to go get some candy at the gas station across the street. But what did not register in his mind was that the gas station was down the street... behind a cement wall that separated our neighborhood from the road that went onto the freeway. So my brother takes his little bike and starts riding down to the gas station when my family wasn't looking. Luckily for him, a police stopped to the side of the road when he saw him trying to cross to the other side of the road. Yeah, there was a lot of explaining to do that day.</div>
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Well anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Keep watching for my weekly blog post, or more then weekly. </div>
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Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-46079893493717217462012-12-18T14:39:00.001-08:002013-07-27T14:18:49.465-07:00Homeschooling: The Truth Behind The Rumors! <div style="text-align: center;">
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I love having a blog! I can say what I want without getting in trouble for it... :D </div>
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So, I decided since I have not posted in a long time that I would do something fun. I am going to tell you all about my home school life...</div>
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That's right, I'm a nerdy little homeschooler! Now, I know what you're thinking, "This girl must be a freak!" Well, I am. Just get used to it, okay. </div>
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The cons of Homeschooling: </div>
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The worst part about homeschooling is that I am always the alien of the group. I mean, sometimes people think that because I am homeschooled I speak gibberish or I don't speak at all; I speak through my mind or something like that.</div>
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What people always ask me:</div>
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I hate it when I get the same questions asked to me by a thousand different people. Here are some of the usual questions: Have you ever been to a real school? Are you like really smart? Do you have any friends? How often do you leave your house? Do you stay in your P.J's all day? How do you meet people if you are homeschooled? Is your family all musically inclined? How does prom work for you? </div>
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Yeah, people just don't understand homeschooling.</div>
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The real life of a homeschooler:</div>
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Most people think that I can get away with sleeping in till noon being at home all day... Wrong, I have to get up at 7:00 a.m to attend my LDS Seminary class. I do an online school, so I technically do have teachers, they just can't hate me because thee only time they see me is through online chat rooms. I do get grades and I do learn, it's not all play and no work. I actually attend part time online collage classes through Weber State University too, so I do work a lot for my grades. I do have friends, most of them I meet through church and home school groups. I did attend my local school for a year and I did not like it; I learned nothing. I am not saying that public school is bad, but people learn in many different ways and I don't learn well in class rooms. </div>
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When I was in my Seminary class I had this one teacher who kept asking me questions about homeschooling. He told me that he thought it was great but he could not understand how we socialize. He said that he would homeschool with his kids if their was more of a social aspect to it. Me, being very sarcastic, just couldn't resisted this window of opportunity. "Yeah," I said, "it has definitively been a challenge being socially awkward my entire life. But I amaze myself everyday at how well I can speak." I started to stutter at this point and kept looking away as if I was having a hard time at keeping eye contact, "I... I always have a hard time... T..T..Time talking to people, and S..S.. Sometimes I cant look... A..At them..." </div>
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He never made another negative comment about homeschoolers in that class again. :D </div>
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Messing with the new homeschoolers:</div>
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I love it when my mom brings new homeschooling moms to me so that they can learn more about high school home school. I just smile at them and say, "Homeschooling is a great thing for teenager, I am totally focus on my school work now that I have totally separated myself from society." They always look at my mom with concern when I say this for some reasons. "She is just kidding," my mom will say. The moms will then look back to me with a smile. "Well," I continue, "I guess it is not all that bad. The pointing and staring stops after awhile, suicidal thoughts go down after a year, and my resentment toward my parents is almost gone now." </div>
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Yeah, people should really get to know me and my humor before they ask me serious questions like that. :D</div>
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I am actually very grateful to be homeschooled because I hardly have to worry about getting shot in school (R.I.P to all those dear children and teachers who died this last week). My parents don't have to worry about me getting involved with the wrong crowd, and I am happy. I think that me being homeschooled has helped me in more ways than I can count. It has helped my to be the person I am today. :D </div>
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Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-77582777572927117772012-08-22T20:02:00.000-07:002012-08-23T17:32:37.477-07:00My Voice Sings!<div style="text-align: center;">
It seems that I am going to sing a song! </div>
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I decided that I wanted to share one of my most favorite songs with whoever reads my blog. So I made a video of me sing Payphone By Maroon 5. Now, I understand that this song has a few naughty words and so forth... So I changed up the song to fit my standers of music. Please leave feed back if you liked it, please don't comment if you didn't like it. </div>
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Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-50872714101595116582012-04-01T11:14:00.000-07:002012-04-01T11:15:27.501-07:00What Makes You Beautiful!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Once I heard this song on the radio I fell in love with it!</div>
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It has such a great message, and I can't stop listening to it! </div>
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This is for anyone who doesn't know that they are beautiful!</div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-36250657986296916912012-03-28T16:53:00.000-07:002012-03-29T21:06:06.811-07:00Happy Hunger Games!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Am I the only person who has not seen the Hunger Games yet? </div>
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Not seeing this movie is driving me insane! I would like to see it now, but like most people... I am broke! :) </div>
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I loved the Hunger Games books. They were totally awesome! Luckily for me I got a hold of these books about a year before I knew they were making a movie, so I did not have to wait my turn at the library along with ten million other people!</div>
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I heard that this movie stays faithful to the books, so that makes me pretty excited... Well that and the fact that Josh Hutcherson played Peeta! I don't know about anyone else, but I was team Peeta all the way! :D</div>
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Well I hope to see this totally awesome movie soon, and maybe there are other people reading this who feel the same way.</div>
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Happy Hunger Games, everyone, and may the odds be ever in your favor! </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-10800479803619361242011-10-23T08:41:00.000-07:002011-10-23T08:41:22.703-07:00The Prisoner Of Cell 25<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JfzuL6smrFMnmB3pbI-INV1lejxj_Hpv01Nx8Y5TOF729k9An0CPLBGsdSMrCq4bSdxxVt8xZmijh6xm1LFo8Qlub5Lf2i8UOi2_3sweURZsCIzJ8d7HUeBVE0fJcj7l-4vt8I6V8BqI/s1600/3D_Book.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JfzuL6smrFMnmB3pbI-INV1lejxj_Hpv01Nx8Y5TOF729k9An0CPLBGsdSMrCq4bSdxxVt8xZmijh6xm1LFo8Qlub5Lf2i8UOi2_3sweURZsCIzJ8d7HUeBVE0fJcj7l-4vt8I6V8BqI/s320/3D_Book.png" width="308" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a video explaining a little bit about this book by Richard Raul Evens! I have not read it yet, but I hear that they did a test on this book with a school and they said that about 90% of the kids who read it said that they absolutely loved this book! 7% said they liked it but didn't love it, 2% said that they didn't like the book. This was out of... I think 500 kids plus teachers. I am excited to read this book, I am currently on hold at the library for it! Hope you enjoy the book trailer!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Glenn Beck even suggested this book to his viewers, so if you like Glenn Beck then you will most likely love this book!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/wFz0c33VpxU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-20205070799754772692011-06-30T11:39:00.000-07:002011-06-30T11:39:58.201-07:00Help Utah Kids Go To Japan!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgQ6uGgQkeu7ablupIUGKxycGEVq2_W3oxk6bwlp3WsvayBJlCXoxKk1NwDedVgsuqazl760ZpmljmtlyJZ_8Qhyphenhyphen0D4_rSiWJta1tP0dWA6JXRjri8-13TdAQ-UjeI1lWMwDYrlbx0xcC/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-ii-movie-poster-1020540381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgQ6uGgQkeu7ablupIUGKxycGEVq2_W3oxk6bwlp3WsvayBJlCXoxKk1NwDedVgsuqazl760ZpmljmtlyJZ_8Qhyphenhyphen0D4_rSiWJta1tP0dWA6JXRjri8-13TdAQ-UjeI1lWMwDYrlbx0xcC/s320/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-ii-movie-poster-1020540381.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are planning to go see Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows part two I would suggest that anyone in Utah or anyone willing to travel to Sandy, Utah should go there to watch the new Harry Potter movie. There is a lot more fun opportunities that you can have; there will be door prizes, a silent auction, a chance to win a trip to Cancun, a custom contests, reserved seating, and much more. But not only will you have a chance to receive all those prizes, but part of the proceeds will go to Utah kids to help them go to Japan for an exchange student program next summer. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope that many people will buy tickets to go see Happy Potter in Sandy, Utah. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can go to this <a href="http://conta.cc/in4DCV" style="color: red;">website</a> for more information. But hurry and buy your tickets, you never know when they will be sold out!!! </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-75538872240676248862011-06-29T14:17:00.000-07:002012-01-15T15:13:14.867-08:00New Book Cover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brandon Mull just released his new book cover for the second book in his Beyonders series. This new cover is amazing! It made me so excited to read the book. I am still reading the first book, but I am trying to finish it up, it is really good.</div>
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For those of you who have not read the first book of the Beyonders, I recommend that you find yourself a copy. For what I have been reading I can tell that this book it going to take it's reader to new exotic places. The Beyonders series is also the first published series of Brandon's that take you to another world, unlike his other books that have been told from our own world, which makes this book even better.</div>
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The Beyonders Seeds Of Rebellion will be out in stores March, 2012! </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-8506648329861480202011-06-29T09:18:00.000-07:002011-06-29T09:59:44.583-07:00The Last Apprentice By Joseph Delaney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurHWef6jj95HJSS3WwDGO2SQNALbxBCviKwupEgzCali8cDUJLjPFJGchzbcj6jBhQ26UMZRE7g9OXCx2BkB0Uwsy76o3Q67c0A6vxWuVzU0DofqDP39UQe0Hl2cVvOsYI5yPGS2YjDin/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurHWef6jj95HJSS3WwDGO2SQNALbxBCviKwupEgzCali8cDUJLjPFJGchzbcj6jBhQ26UMZRE7g9OXCx2BkB0Uwsy76o3Q67c0A6vxWuVzU0DofqDP39UQe0Hl2cVvOsYI5yPGS2YjDin/s200/Untitled.png" width="151" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The newest book of the last apprentice series was just published this year (2011) If you have not read this series I would advise that you do read it as soon as possible. If you like books that keep you on your toes and make you jumpy, read this book. If you like books that have you scream "Don't go into the cellar!" on every chapter, read this book. If you like books that keep you guessing, read this book. If you like books that make you gasp every time a new secret is revealed, read this book.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have not read the newest book yet, but I have enjoyed the last six books of the series that I have read. When I was reading the first book I was so into it for the first few chapters that I jumped out of my seat when I heard someone honk the car horn outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't wait to finish the seventh book and begin reading this book.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"The Last Apprentice: The Revenge Of The Fallen", is in stores now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span id="goog_1279383411"></span><span id="goog_1279383412"></span>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-88976870104947003372011-06-28T14:40:00.000-07:002011-06-28T14:40:25.094-07:00New NameHey, what does everyone think of my new blog name and background? I decided to change it because I was just thinking that "The Wall Of Dreams" was kind of a pathetic name, so I went with something that had a little more irony to it; I think that it would be kind of funny if I had a name like "The Fantasy Slayer", considering that my blog promotes fantasy instead of tearing it down. Let me know what you think about the new name, I would appreciate the feedback from my viewers! Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-76679496809347966392011-06-20T07:43:00.000-07:002011-06-20T07:47:31.354-07:00Fablehaven Movie UpdatesRecently in April, Brandon Mull did a live video to answer questions from fans. He answered a lot of questions concerning his new Byonders book, but he also told us some other things about the Fablehaven series, including the rumored movie.<br />
Brandon Mull said that as of the moment the rumors are half true; some people have optioned the movie by trying to get started but never really following through. As of right now Fablehaven is not being made into a movie, you can say that it is still in a long development. Brandon is really just waiting to see what happens in the hopes that the movie will get started again and actually be finished.<br />
<a href="http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/13688494" style="color: magenta;">Here</a> is the link to watch the video of Brandon Mull answering fan questions.Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-799522086414840972011-06-13T14:16:00.000-07:002013-01-05T17:21:53.348-08:00The Second Chapter Of My BookI thought that it was about time that I posted more of my book, Alazon, so I hope you all enjoy this.<br />
Here is part one of the second chapter.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;">Ann was walking into Towns Ice cream shop when she heard someone calling her name. “Hey, Ann, wait up!”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16pt;"><br />
Ann turned around to see Kylee running toward her. Kylee was a thirteen year old girl with short blond hair, she had Creamy skin and bright blue eyes and she was wearing black clothes, Not that she was Goth, but the only reason she would wear dark clothes was because everyone always said that her personality was too bright and perky. So she wore black to help tone down her rays of sun shine. <br />
Kylee had been one of Ann’s best friends back when they were in seventh grade. They used to do everything together, like shopping, swimming and calling up Kylee’s mean, next door neighbors and telling them that they saw their cat on fire. Oh yes, those were wonderful memories. But they had not done any of that lately. With Ann going to high school everything just seemed to change.<br />
“Hey, Ann,” said Kylee when she reach her, “I haven’t seen you sense last Halloween, it’s been too long.”<br />
“Well, I guess that’s high school for you.” Ann said as they walked into the Ice cream shop and sat down at a nearby table.<br />
“Oh yeah, you’re in high school now, how’s that going for you?”<br />
Kylee stopped talking when she saw Ann’s face. “Oh, that bad?” she asked. <br />
“Worse.”<br />
A woman came up to their table. She was wearing a T- shirt that read: <i>Towns Ice cream, the best Ice cream in town.</i><br />
“What kind of Ice cream would you young ladies like?” asked the woman. <br />
“Peanut Butter chunky,” Said Kylee. She always ordered Peanut butter chunky, but Ann liked to pick a different flavor every time she came to ‘Towns Ice Cream’.<br />
After looking at the flavor board, Ann finely said “Cake batter, please.”<br />
“Right away,” said the woman as she left. <br />
“Well, high school can’t be all that bad” Said Kylee. <br />
“What are you talking about?” said Ann, “it’s worse than bad. I mean, look at my face!”<br />
Kylee leaned in and look at Ann, “I don’t see any- wait, you’re wearing make-up. You never wear make-up!”<br />
“Yeah, I’ve been wearing a lot of it lately. I need it to hide the bruises.” Ann said leaning back in her seat. <br />
“Bruises,” Kylee asked.<br />
Ann told Kylee about her encounter with Bones and the rest of her delinquent gang, Making sure not to leave out any details. She had been keeping it all a secret for five days, now, and it felt good to tell someone about it. <br />
“Oh my gosh, Your saying she just beat you up and left you there to suffer!” Kylee said, with astonishment in her voice. <br />
“Yes, it was one of the worst experiences I have ever had, and it is something I don’t want to encounter again.”<br />
“If you don’t want it to happen, why don’t you tell the principal or somebody?” Kylee asked.<br />
Ann laughed, “I did tell him about it, and you want to know what his response was?”<br />
“What?” <br />
Ann lowered her voice and made it sound like her school’s principal, “He said, and I quote, ‘I’m sorry to hear about your predicament, but I am afraid that there is nothing I can do about. Kids will be Kids. If you don’t want them to bother you, then I suggest that you don’t make yourself such an easy target!’ end of quote.” <br />
“He really said that?” Kylee asked in disbelief. <br />
“I quoted him, didn’t I?” <br />
“I can’t believe that!”<br />
“I couldn't either.”<br />
Kylee looked around the room, as if she were trying to look for someone to blame, “What about your mom?”<br />
“What about her?” Ann asked<br />
“Well, what’s she think about all this?” Kylee stared at her, waiting for an answer.<br />
Ann sighed, “I don’t tell her anything about this kind of stuff.”<br />
“Why?”<br />
“Because,” Ann said, wishing that the subject did not land on Sue, “She’s just got enough on her mind right now... I don’t want to stress her out.”<br />
“But you should tell her, she could press charges for something like this. I mean, her kid is getting beat up by someone twice her size, and the principal refuses to do anything about it!” <br />
“No, Kylee just forget it. Let’s talk about something else; I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”<br />
Kylee looked like she wanted to say something, but she held it back when she saw the seriousness in Ann’s eyes. <br />
The woman came back with their ice creams. “Here you are, said the woman handing them each an Ice cream cone full of Ice cream, “one peanut butter chunk and one cake batter.”<br />
“Thank you” said Ann and Kylee together as the woman left to the next table.<br />
Ann licked her Ice cream; it was a very interesting flavor.<br />
Ann and Kylee sat in silence for a while, just eating their Ice creams; till Kylee broke it.<br />
“You know, I’ll be in high school next year, we can probably make it through your last year together,” said Kylee.<br />
Ann smiled, “thanks, Kylee. But I don’t think that really solves my problem.”<br />
Kylee looked down at the table. She looked as if she was in deep thought. A moment later she looked up and smiled, “you know what,” she said, “I think I might know something that will cheer you up.”<br />
“And that is…”<br />
“You need a night out. I think that high school has been putting too much stress on you.”<br />
Ann had to laugh at that, “I see you have finely caught on to that.”<br />
“I’m serious, though!” said Kylee, “as a matter of fact, I just remembered that May told me to invite you to her party tonight, you can take off some of your stress there.”<br />
“Tonight,” Exclaimed Ann, “why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”<br />
Kylee finished off her Ice cream cone, “I really did try to get a hold of you sooner, but it’s nearly impossible to talk to you anymore!”<br />
Ann shrugged, “I guess you’re right, I should just be glad you even got to talk to me about it today, I just got to much going on to talk anymore.”<br />
“That’s exactly why you need to go to this party,” said Kylee. <br />
“Your right” said Ann. <br />
“OK, so you’re going, right?” asked Kylee. <br />
“Don’t worry,” said Ann, “I’ll be there.”</span></div>
Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-59574859923363712912011-05-28T09:04:00.000-07:002011-05-28T09:04:37.119-07:00The Son Of Neptune By Rick Riordan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEjYdpNuweXgefW4WTJvU9jaFtGGmJJdBJZlVwO0PR-DfShUAW2AfLAfu4I7hAOvEIhy0SRO2u8aMZZuEc1BlhuOqb3GjwZHaP3KH3utLe97fetn8ZZpqnoNve7oYHDKxfGdF1cwOMpZWE/s1600/Son+of+Neptune+Final+Jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEjYdpNuweXgefW4WTJvU9jaFtGGmJJdBJZlVwO0PR-DfShUAW2AfLAfu4I7hAOvEIhy0SRO2u8aMZZuEc1BlhuOqb3GjwZHaP3KH3utLe97fetn8ZZpqnoNve7oYHDKxfGdF1cwOMpZWE/s320/Son+of+Neptune+Final+Jacket.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this an awesome book cover or what? I can't wait to read the second book of The Heroes Of Olympus that is written by Rick Riordan and coming out on October 4th 2011! I loved the first book, The Lost Hero, and I have no doubt that this book will keep me turning page after page just like the first. </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-90944733346946394762011-05-17T10:49:00.000-07:002012-04-02T11:03:21.534-07:00My Thoughts On "The Lord Of The Flies"In school I was asked the make a blog post about my feelings on a specific topic in the novel "<i>The Lord Of The Flies"</i>. I hope you all like my thoughts on this book.<br />
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In the novel <i>The Lord Of The Flies, </i>written by William Golding, we read many things about how a group of boys become stranded on an island that they find is uninhabited by humans. We read about how the boys try to work together on the island by voting for a leader, making shelter, and sending out signals by fire in the hopes that they may be rescued. But it is not too long before we start to see an unresolved conflict among the boys that is difficult to solve, that conflict being the beginning of the loss of their civilized humanity.<br />
As we read, sometimes it is not quite clear why these boys start to fall into savageness or what was the turning point from their civilized lives to their current feral state. But as I have read this book I have come across a chapter in the book that explains what was the turning point in these boys lives that started to make them so untamed; this part in the book being when Jack and his hunters killed a maternal sow (Mother pig), and offered it's head as a sacrifice to the beast that they believe to be on the island.<br />
“This head is for the beast. It’s a gift.” Jack says after he has killed the sow. Those are the words that seem to sting me the most. This statement clearly explains what is happening to the boys; this is the first sign of their devolution. Devolution is the opposite of evolution, meaning that instead of the human mind becoming more advanced and modernized they are becoming less then men; they are becoming animals. They are actually taking the action of killing a mother pig and offering her up as a sacrifice for a beast that does not even exist, this shows us how cruel and animal like the boys are becoming and how they are diverting further and further from humanity.<br />
<i> </i>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-20384613898487676372011-05-15T19:51:00.000-07:002011-05-15T19:51:29.527-07:00Numa Numa Song!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/2eghuYwJuB0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a really cool song, I don't know what language it is in, but it is really cool!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It will get stuck in your head no matter how hard you try, so don't listen unless you think you can handle it!!! </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-19529271536895234082011-05-11T07:11:00.000-07:002011-05-11T07:11:32.468-07:00The Beyonders By Brandon Mull<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq1__Pwpy20fJP7IiovnAwYB3orPDCzLkEUyn2bolrKAIAhWrcI_3irDHZj3UtfMFnwcML2u8lnVxS8QysZ-olfPAYgvWremoRO-7HwlsDYovfrZPRyNma1tCgWqWwazmpbaKww0a0oWV/s1600/A_World_Without_Heroes_Beyonders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnq1__Pwpy20fJP7IiovnAwYB3orPDCzLkEUyn2bolrKAIAhWrcI_3irDHZj3UtfMFnwcML2u8lnVxS8QysZ-olfPAYgvWremoRO-7HwlsDYovfrZPRyNma1tCgWqWwazmpbaKww0a0oWV/s200/A_World_Without_Heroes_Beyonders.jpg" width="131" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Beyonders trilogy is being written by Brandon Mull. I have not finished reading it, but I have the book and so far it is really good! I can wait to finish it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Get a copy of the Beyonders if you love books with adventure every page you turn! </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-52603631843765150732011-05-04T15:54:00.000-07:002011-05-04T15:54:37.485-07:00Pictures For My Book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iTpETmTHIQEw8AzaIvhw7O154aIl2xZVEH9q-eYdUMo8iJhumS4fvTVx0K8XRwqbF2eGzhH19g6wQqdrbcBLk2c7anwjbJ9EnmzkhjnQboqYczZhn1XL-wB7iYSxszBOmqy0Bv0TBCQ7/s1600/Character+picture%252C+Ann+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iTpETmTHIQEw8AzaIvhw7O154aIl2xZVEH9q-eYdUMo8iJhumS4fvTVx0K8XRwqbF2eGzhH19g6wQqdrbcBLk2c7anwjbJ9EnmzkhjnQboqYczZhn1XL-wB7iYSxszBOmqy0Bv0TBCQ7/s320/Character+picture%252C+Ann+3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJEyDr1Coxk583-lpvN-bOeTrpp4PqawPgnukZVZao-lOnkBe8v7Q9iUFmbOPkiqxYYeXEiSJF2tgZ8UkCbdk5TnUv-WMZLn3vbpFZ7yMw8Suf4ojPDhh1TBLAHjTWjdpg9VX6GoPKLnc/s1600/Character+picture%252C+Ann+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJEyDr1Coxk583-lpvN-bOeTrpp4PqawPgnukZVZao-lOnkBe8v7Q9iUFmbOPkiqxYYeXEiSJF2tgZ8UkCbdk5TnUv-WMZLn3vbpFZ7yMw8Suf4ojPDhh1TBLAHjTWjdpg9VX6GoPKLnc/s320/Character+picture%252C+Ann+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvz4X3pu5aGkN04-m3fPkOazPDfnPLv1xNbEEoFC54vUSKBFdXnNUEPui5lK6nlT3MmOq3HOMd51rw0NHw42ytpCqwU6Gz5rroaru6fUXE1aksfsWE1_oNloQwkrbkh9OV_mzKay3CEUn/s1600/Character+picture%252C+Ann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvz4X3pu5aGkN04-m3fPkOazPDfnPLv1xNbEEoFC54vUSKBFdXnNUEPui5lK6nlT3MmOq3HOMd51rw0NHw42ytpCqwU6Gz5rroaru6fUXE1aksfsWE1_oNloQwkrbkh9OV_mzKay3CEUn/s320/Character+picture%252C+Ann.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, this is pretty cool! My friend drew some pictures for the book I am writing, (You know, the one I posted about.) And I just thought that they were too cool not to share with others! </div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the part in my book when Ann goes to the attic and finds the mysterious picture!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks to Angelica Creager I have these Awesome pictures! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Which ones do you like better? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-57657478697944728882011-05-02T10:50:00.000-07:002011-05-02T10:50:48.538-07:00Chipmunk Fever!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/buJ9v6qSTvc?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this song, especially in chipmunk version! It just makes it sound ever better! </div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-56043677455659000002011-04-22T13:28:00.000-07:002011-04-22T13:28:18.063-07:00My thoughts on the book to kill a mockingbirdThroughout my reading of the book <i>'To Kill a Mockingbird', </i>I have encountered many things; most of which have to do with how the main characters start to grow up and how they leave their childhood. But I have also noticed that as time passes by, Scout, the main character, starts to go through hard times as she is forced to see her naive ways and her view of the world changes for good. One of the views that I speak of is her constant mistake of stereotyping.<br />
We find in the earlier chapters of the book that Scout has a tendency to judge people before she really knows them. An example of her stereotyping was found in the first chapter when Jem and Scout where explaining to their friend, Dill, the things they had heard about Boo, (Arthur Radley) "<i>Jem received most of his information from Miss Stephanie Crawford, a neighborhood scold, who said she knew the whole thing. According to Miss Stephanie, Boo was sitting in the livingroom cutting some items from The Maycomb Tribune to paste in his scrapbook. His father entered the room. As Mr. Radley passed by, Boo drove the scissors into his parent’s leg, pulled them out, wiped them on his pants, and resumed his activities.</i>" This tells us that Scout and her brother Jem do not always think about what is really the truth because of all the things they had heard from someone else. So they judged Boo without even knowing him.<br />
In the last few chapters, Scout encounters trials in her life and learns many lessons about stereotyping and how it is best to avoid such things. As her views on people begin to change, Scout realizes that half the things she thought about those people were not true, thus she comes to understanding how child like and wrong she had been. An example of Scout realizing how wrong her judgments are was when Scout met Walter Cunningham. At first she thought he was just someone who could not keep himself clean or pass the first grade, but she soon comes to terms that he really is not like that at all, he is a good boy and very polite to other people.<br />
<i> '</i><i>To Kill a Mockingbird'</i>, is more than just a story, it teaches you how things are in life and that we should not judge those things without knowing the real story behind them; I think that out of all the books I have read, this book would have to be my favorite for that very reason.<br />
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Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-45321432871338792302011-04-17T10:43:00.000-07:002013-01-05T17:22:40.845-08:00The First Chapter Of My Book<span style="background-color: red;">This is the first chapter of my book. Some of you have already read it, but I have changed a lot since then, so please read it!</span><br />
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Alazon </div>
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Chapter one </div>
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The forgotten picture </div>
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The first days of school are always the worst days of the year. Well, at least in Ann’s mind they were. But this one particular year of high school was about to become horrifyingly worst then all her first days of school combined. </div>
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Annabelle Wickerson was thirteen years old; she had long raven black hair, dark red lips, tan skin, and long finger nails, and she had just started eleventh grade at Jefferson high school in Atlanta Georgia. Ann had skipped three grades just in the last year, which she thought to be one of her most distasteful achievements yet. She hated that fact that her intellect was far more advanced than the average eighth grade; which was where all her friends would be for the next year. But her mother insisted that if mind was ready for the eleventh grade, she should be there. But Ann hated high school, All the kids called her names like nerd, pip squeak, shrimp, know- it- all, and she had also come home more than once with black eyes and bruises. Of course Ann knew that she was only made fun of so much because everyone else was just jealous, (At least that was what her mother had told her) but it still hurt her to have to listen to all the older teenagers taunting her every day. </div>
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Ann was always relived when school got out. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of school, Ann would gather her things and run home before any of the juvenile delinquents would catch up with her and gave her the latest news on how to give someone a swirly. But today, however, she was late in getting home because her English Teacher, Miss Draper, had called her back to talk to her about how well she did on her test. </div>
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“You did absolutely splendid!” said Miss Draper, who was a short, but very pretty women in her thirties. </div>
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“Thank you,” said Ann, glancing at the class room door, “But I really must get go-” </div>
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“You know, Ann,” Miss Draper interrupter, “You do so well in my class and I hear from your creative writing teacher that you really have a talent for writing. So I’ve been talking to the principal and going over all the homework you’ve turned in and we all seem to be convinced that you should represent our school in this year’s annual writing contested. I was given the honors of presenting the good news to you. So, what do you say, Ann would you like to do it?” </div>
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“But, Miss Draper,” said Ann, “I thought that the rules said the school can only pick a twelfth grader to represent the school, or am I wrong?” </div>
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Miss Draper smiled as if she had been expecting Ann to bring forth the problem. “Oh yes,” she said, “this conflict was brought up as we discussed whether we should enter you or not. The only answer we came up with was to move you up to twelfth grade. How does that sound to you?” </div>
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Ann’s eyes widened as Miss Draper spoke. “What!” exclaimed Ann, “move me up a grade? No!” </div>
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Miss Draper’s smile faded from her face. “What’s wrong?” she asked “I thought you would consider this as good news.” </div>
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As soon as Ann saw the disappointment in Miss Draper’s eyes she felt sorry for the way she had reacted. “I’m sorry, Miss Draper, it’s just that… I… I can’t skip another grade. You see I’ve all ready skipped three grades last summer and if I skip any more I think I just… I just might crack! You no know what mean?” </div>
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Disappointment was no longer only showing in Miss Draper’s eyes, it was now flooding all the way down her face. “Oh, I see,” she sighed “well I can’t force you to do anything. I guess I’ll just have to tell the principal we’ll have to get someone else to enter the contest.” </div>
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Ann looked toward the class room door. “I’m really sorry, Miss Draper, but I must go now.” </div>
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“Go on.” Miss Draper said as she motioning Ann toward the door. </div>
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When Ann left the class room she walked around the corner, leaned against the wall and slowly began to slide to the ground. Once she hit the ground she put her face into her hands and began to let a few tears fall from her eyes. </div>
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She had no idea what she was doing anymore. It seemed that her life was just so simple, she had more than excellent grades, she was only thirteen and getting ready to graduate within a few years, and she was already receiving scholarships from many of the best schools in the country like Yale and Harvard for a full academic education. </div>
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Yes, Ann’s life seemed like a piece of cake. But at this point in her life she was starting to wonder if all this was really what she not only what was expected of her. She wanted to know if this was really the life she wanted. </div>
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Sometimes Ann felt like she could do something different, sometimes she felt like she was meant to do something more. But one thing she was sure of was that she was trapped between knowing what everyone else wanted of her, and what she wanted of her. </div>
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Through all her confusion she nearly forgot that she was supposed to be getting home before the juvenile delinquents found her. So she got up to her feet, wiped away the few tears she had on her face, and hurried to her locker to retrieve the rest of her things.</div>
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<i> <span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> As Ann was walking home from school she heard a voice call out from behind her.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Hey, look guys; it’s the Einstein Jr. Walking home.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann didn’t need to turn around to know who was calling her, but just to be aware if they were coming up behind her, she turned around to face a large group of juvenile delinquents walking toward her.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The group was made of about seven high school joiners, three of which were very large and strong. Their leader, Bones, as she liked to be called, was worst of them all and had been tormenting Ann since she started coming to Jefferson High.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bones was a very large girl, with beefy arms, and walked more like a man then she did a sixteen year old girl. She wore a lot of makeup and had chains dangling from her pockets. She had choppy brown hair that hung above her shoulders and had chocolate colored skin. She usually wore a big, black, leather jacket, and worn out jeans. Today, she was trying out a new style of bone and skull earrings with a gold necklace that had Bones engraved in the charm.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When the gang had reached Ann, Bones circled her, testing to see she would break down under pressure.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Well, if it isn’t little miss smarty pants. How’s things going, I haven’t see ya for a while since ya stopped walking home late.” Bones said as she fingered the straps on Ann’s backpack.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What do you want, bones?” Ann said, trying to sound a little more pleasant than she felt, but failed horribly.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“What do ya think I want,” She snapped her fingers and one of the boys in the group came shuffling forward with her text books. The boy was very small, which send a message to Ann’s brain that said he was her new pack mule for the week, Bones always got a new one every two weeks or so.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Once he reached her, Bones snatched her chemistry book from the bottom of the pile. When she did so, the boy lost his balance from all of the heavy books being moved out of position, and he dropped all of her books.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Looking at the mess he made, Bones thudded him in the back of the head making him lose his balance even more.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Look what ya did, ya made a mess!” She barked at him, “Well, don’t just sit there pick em’ up!”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The boy, then went straight to work at re-stacking the pile of books, While Bones shook her head, “Such a rookie, kid’s been with us for a week now, and he’s still knockin’ around like he ain’t doin’ anything important!”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">After she gave one last stern look at the boy she turn back to Ann, “Any way, Nerd, you’re gonna do my chemistry project for next week,consider it an honor!” She through the book into Ann’s hands and then added, “and make it good, if I don’t pass this course my old man’s gonna freak if he has to go to another counseling with school councilor, ya know what I’m sayin?”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Personally, Ann did not know what she was really saying because her grammar was completely unstable and she didn’t understand why Bones was even trying, she knew Ann wasn’t going to do her homework.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Forget it; I’m not doing anything for you. Just because you can get a couple kid’s to do what you want doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be your personal slaves!” Ann pushed the book back into Bone’s hands and folded her arms. She wasn’t scared of Bones; she may have been a juvenile delinquent and beat people up badly, but murder was not something she was not capable of.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bones Licked her dry lips and looked back to the rest of her crew, and laughed. As soon as she laughed everyone else laughed with her, and when she stopped laughed they stopped as well. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Looks like we’re still havin’ a bit’ O trouble with this one, aren't we?” Bones looked Ann in the eye for a moment, then she balled up her fist and sent in straight into Ann’s stomach. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann yelped when Bones’ fist made contact with her. She leaned forward, as Bones came down to her with her fist still next to her stomach. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As she spoke, Bones brought her voice down to a whisper, “I can do worse, Ya know? I can make this really painful for ya, or we can do it a little easier and just have Ya do what I say. What da’ Ya think?” </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann could not deny that the blow to her stomach had hurt, but she was not about to give in to Bones, letting her cheat, Lie, and get her way was not something Ann could live with. so Ann said one of the most regretful words anyone at Jackson High School could have ever dreamed of saying.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“I would rather die in an engulfing pit of flames!” The words had come out of her mouth before she could stop them, she later hated herself for doing so. A simple ‘No’ would have been more than suffice. But Ann’s pride and knowledge of words had gotten the better of her again.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bones lifted on eye brow in surprise, but she soon put it back down and said, “Fine, I’m flexible. I don’t have a pit of flames anywhere near by, but maybe we can find somethin’ better for Ya!” </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bones looked back at her group and yelled, “Ty, Lisa, do your thing!”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">One boy with a leather jacket and black clothes and hair step forward, alone side a big girl with similar style. Once they got to Ann, Ty slammed one of his fists into his other hand. With that motion, Ann did not question what they were planning to do to her.Before Lisa had a chance to even swing her fist, Bones held up her hand and everyone looked at her.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Ya’ Know, Nerd, Ya still have a chance to make up for what Ya said. All Ya have to do is take my book and bring me back at least a B’s worth assignment.” Bones said holding out the chemistry book to Ann, again.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann shook her head, “I gave you my answer the first time!” </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bones sighed, “Well, if that’s the way Ya wanna go, then I should warn Ya that this ain't gonna feel too good!” She then snapped her fingers, and Lisa and Ty started to ball up their fists again.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Do your worst,” Ann said in a small whisper as she pulled her hands in front of her face, protectively.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">At that moment the pain began; fists punched into her sides and legs, and occasionally they would hit her in the eye. The pain was agonizing, but Ann tried to hold everything in as best she could, she did not want to give Bones satisfaction with her screaming. By the time Bones snapped her fingers to signify that she thought that was enough, Ann was on the ground and feeling pain shot up on every inch of her body. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Let this be a lesson to Ya!” Bones yelled at Ann as she waved to the rest of her crew to follow her, and walked away. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann stayed on the ground, till she could no longer hear Bones laughter. Once she was for sure that no one was there, Ann rolled over on her side and began to grown; tear even started to weld up in her eyes, but she pushed them back, not wanted to give in. She did not want to let any tears come out because it signified her withdrawal from the battle, the endless battle that Ann would never give up in. She did not want to show any weakness, or she would feel weak, and Ann would never be able to fight again if she felt that she was too weak. Ann made a packed to herself right there and then, that for as log as she live, and as long as the battles kept coming, she would never give up; even if she was down to her last ounce of strength, she would never give up. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Never</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">.</span></i> </div>
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<i><span id="internal-source-marker_0.62538276788899" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann opened the front door to the house and stepped inside, Her whole body still hurting from the previous beating she had just received. She walked into the house slowly, trying not to hurt herself any more by using her muscles too much. </span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She knew that her mother was probably home by now, so not wanting to put any more stress upon her mother’s shoulders, she decided not to tell her about her encounter with the Juvenile delinquents.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">With her mind make up, Ann headed straight toward the bathroom; once there she locked the door behind her. She then looked in the mirror to find that her left eye was lightly bruised; it would be easy to hide it for now, but Ann knew that in a few days time that little bruise would become a very ugly, black, bruise; When that did come Ann would have to go to further measures to hide it from her mother. </span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann pulled open the nearest drawer to her right, were her mother kept the make up. She then look around inside it till she found the foundation and face powder. Ann did not use make up at all, but she had seen her mother apply it to her own face enough times to know how it was done. first she rubbed the foundation into her skin to cover up any flaws on her skin, (or in her case, bruises), then she patted the powder over it to make her face look more natural. </span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">To Ann’s surprise she could not see the bruise when she was finished, though she had no idea if her mother would find anything; she was always good at finding that kind of stuff. But it did not matter at the moment, all she could do was smile and hope she was not discovered. </span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When Ann walked out of the bathroom, she decided to go see if her mother was really home or not. “Mom, are you home!” she called.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">There was no reply</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">She’s probably in the Art room, thought Ann, I better go make sure that her latest sculpture hasn’t fallen over and crushed flat.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Susan Wickerson was Ann’s mother. She was a painter and a sculptor. Sue was a wonderful, talented, funny woman, but Ann wasn’t very close to her. Of course she loved her mother, it’s just that Ann and Sue never really saw eye to eye.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann marched up the stairs to her mother’s Art room. Once she reached the top step she turned to the first door on the right. Just as Ann was about to turn the doorknob she heard something that made her freeze. It was a small noise, but it was unlike anything Ann had ever heard. It sounded like a motor was running while someone ran their nails down a chalk board. Ann look around, trying to figure out where the noise had</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">come from. The noise came again, but this time Ann was ready for it. It seemed as if it had come from the attic and that made Ann wonder, what was in the attic? Immediately without further thought, Ann decided to investigate. Quietly, Ann stepped down the hall to the hatch in the ruff that led to the attic. She stood beneath the hatch and got up on the tip of her toes to reach the opening, then as soon as she grabbed hold of the piece of wood blocking the entrants she pulled down hard. A ladder come rolling down after the wood, as soon as it hit the ground Ann put one foot on the ladder and began to climb. Once she was half way up the ladder someone called her name. “Ann, dear was that you calling?”</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh no.” whispered Ann. She had completely forgotten Sue had more than once told Ann that she did not want her in the attic. It was too late to turn back now, so Ann finished the climb. Once at the top Ann grabbed the ladder and pulled it and the hatch door up. She closed the hatch just in time to see the Art room doorknob rattling.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann took a deep breath. That was a close one! Ann was eight years old the last time she tried to get into the attic, she had barley even stood in front of the hatch before her mother came and yelled at her for tying to enter such a “dangerous place”. Well, at least that was how Sue had put it.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann looked around, it seemed just like any other ordinary attic, books were piled in corners, old used things were shoved in places where they could fit, junk was scattered on shelves, and cobwebs were found along the walls. It was just like an attic, Why did sue not want her up here?</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">There was that noise again, but Ann could hear it much clearer up here. Ann followed the noise, passing boxes and other junk; she finely came to where she thought the noise was coming from. Ann was standing in front of a wooden wall, the noise had stopped now. Was this where the noise had come from?</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Behind her, Ann heard something fall to the floor as if someone had pushed it over. Ann jumped and spun around, to see a small box on the floor and junk scattered around it. That was weird, thought Ann. She</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">looked around to make sure that she really was the only person in the room; Ann seemed to be the only living thing in the whole attic. She bent over and picked the scattered things off the floor and placed them back in the small box, but the last item she picked up caught her attention. It was a small photograph. Ann placed a figure to her chin as she stared at the photo; it was so strange, there were five people in the photo, a man, a woman, two little girls and a baby. The to little girls looked to be at least five or six years old, the tallest girl had light blond hair, blue eyes and a smile that could brighten the whole area for miles to come. The second girl had freckles on her baby- soft skin, her eyes glinted like green emeralds and her hair was as red as a rose. The man was tall and handsome, he had dark hair, sparkling green eyes and wore a dark blue cloak. The baby could hardly be recognized as a girl or a boy because it was raped up tightly in a blanket. But Ann didn’t pay much attention to those people; her eyes were mainly focused on the woman in the photo. The woman had long blond hair, dark red lips and sky blue eyes. She looked like Ann’s mother, only younger.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Questions filled Ann’s mind, questions like, what did this mean. Who was this man, her father? Ann had never met her father; her parents had divorced when she was a baby. Did this photo suggest that Ann had a family like this? Could she have been the baby? Were the two little girls her sisters?</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Ann, where are you!”</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Ann jumped. Oh no, she had completely forgotten about her mother. She ran back to the hatch taking the photo with her.</span><br style="font-family: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I will have to investigate latter, thought Ann as she went down the hatch.</span></i>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-34171901350479532522011-04-15T17:03:00.000-07:002011-04-16T09:04:57.254-07:00A Face So Unseen: Author Unknown<i>One being, one role,</i><br />
<i>One purpose, one soul.</i><br />
<i>We see a boy, but this boy is unseen,</i><br />
<i>His hair unkempt, and his face unclean.</i><br />
<i>He goes places that to some seems haunting,</i><br />
<i>And he lives in ways that to some seems daunting.</i><br />
<i>We pass him by every day and every night,</i><br />
<i>But hardly a day has passed that we haven't seen him fight his fights.</i><br />
<i>Most favor their clothes and their fancy cars,</i><br />
<i>He is just glad he doesn't live behind bars. </i><br />
<i>Some worry about their looks and the events in their lives,</i><br />
<i>He worries about food and men with big knifes.</i><br />
<i>Some see him on the streets and say to their peers,</i><br />
<i>"Don't look at him, he's nothing; don't waste your tears."</i><br />
<i>One being, one role,</i><br />
<i>One purpose, one soul.</i><br />
<i>These words mean so much, and to much they mean,</i><br />
<i>But do they imply to a face so unseen?</i><br />
<i>Is he a being?</i><br />
<i>Does he have a role?</i><br />
<i>Does he have a purpose?</i><br />
<i>Does he even have a soul?</i><br />
<i>Some wonder these questions, as if they need to think,</i><br />
<i>And the answers they revived make me want to sink. </i><br />
<i>But I do not wonder and I don't think of him so low</i><br />
<i>In truth I don't think him to be my foe.</i><br />
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<i>If you wish to see him as I, you must be keen, </i><br />
<i>For non have been as compassionate as me, </i><br />
<i>for this face so unseen... </i><br />
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</i>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-8591770104256827662011-04-13T12:34:00.000-07:002011-04-13T12:41:14.331-07:00Another Reason To Look Forward To Summer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QHHeb-IMoR1m7YMrScpBquwC_qPhPLTdkqAJw7gODGsrAowNYbNnx7Dy8d4Wh3ByoVBH48G_d8bFr3FrZvgJvr7S4gFzGzBBQpeRAuswO713W59ODYhMyM-rng2BYRo-M8HkOSIsijEX/s1600/Deathly_Hallows_Part_2_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QHHeb-IMoR1m7YMrScpBquwC_qPhPLTdkqAJw7gODGsrAowNYbNnx7Dy8d4Wh3ByoVBH48G_d8bFr3FrZvgJvr7S4gFzGzBBQpeRAuswO713W59ODYhMyM-rng2BYRo-M8HkOSIsijEX/s200/Deathly_Hallows_Part_2_Poster.jpg" width="135" /></a><i> </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I love to watch the Harry Potter movies! Part 1 was pretty cool, and it almost went completely by the book! Now it is time to see if the series final movie is the best of them all<b>!</b>Cross you fingers everyone because part 2 comes to theaters on July 15th 2011!!! </i></div>Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309371599878655097.post-90166736240604821932011-04-13T07:04:00.000-07:002011-04-13T07:05:04.036-07:00Don't Stop Believing-Boyce Avenue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/0mPAO0R8uuQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
If you heard the original song of "Don't stop believing", then you will love this version by Boyce Avenue; it is really good!!!Work Portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16925573430992988108noreply@blogger.com0