Christmas time two years ago I decided I was going to hang lights in the tree outside our house…. I got stuck. I hit my head when I fell off a bunk bed when I was 5 and busted my head open flipping off a rocking foot stool so I am not afraid of going up its the coming down part. My husband still laughs at me. He had to climb up in the tree and help me down.

When I was 12 I was clumsy to say the least and I was showing my mom how high I could kick on our tile floors in the kitchen well I had tights on and one foot came up and so did the other and my butt landed on the floor and my mom laughed so hard she cried.

There was one time I was chasing my now ex’s brother out of his house I tripped over his dog who was a large dog (don’t know how I missed that it was standing there) and flipped over the dog and took skin off my knee.

Then there was the time I got stuck in my aunts car. I put my head between the seat and the side of the car and well she couldn’t get me out.

ok, my husband and i got a full blooded siberian husky when she was 8 weeks old. had her shipped from a breeder in another state. within 72hrs of us receiving her, we took her to a vet to get checked out and make sure everything was ok. that she was a healthy puppy. come to find out she had some kind of worms. like ground worms or something that they found in her stool. we gave her the 3day medication as directed and she seemed fine. for about 2weeks she was hyper, energetic, eating regular, etc. 2 more weeks passed where her poop was soft. wasnt quite watery but wasnt hard either. that went on for about 2 more weeks and we assumed it was the dog food and changed dog foods. she is now 12 weeks old and for the past 2days she has had very watery poop. it honestly looks like she has a mustard bottle strapped to her butt that squirts out occasionally and earlier today she drank some water and ran to the kitchen and puked it right back up. is it the new dog food that is making her do this?? is it possibly parvo?? or some kind or ring worm or something?? please help we are concerned. she has a vet visit for more shots on friday and will address these concerns to the vet if they do not clear up by then.

Ok the two books have alot of simularites so just dont think of it as a remake or something

In The End

Prologue

Griffen Nevel tried to save his wife, he tried desperetly. He didnt realize she was coming down with the world wide academic sickness. Thousands of people were dieing of the desease. Griffen was a pretty smart man but he wasnt smart enough to find the cure of the desease. Griffens wife died of the deisease on January third of 2009. The army was disposing of all the bodies that were dieing from the disease. But when the soilders came into Griffens house he would give them his wife. One of the soilders hit him in the chin with the butt of his gun. It had knocked Nevel out and he still searched for her body. He suspected they burned it but there was a possobility they didnt. Slowly the disease started to spread and the only thing Griffen lived was for his daughter. She seemed to be imune to the disease and Griffen thought he was too and that if they were imune then she got it from his genes. But one day a pack of soilders came to take the clean people to a safe place where they wouldnt get the disease. Griffen knew they would take his daughter and possibly himself so he tried to hide them. Griffen had two handguns from hunting and he got them before he went into their basement. He brought a blanket down with them and both fell asleep istantly. The door breaking in aroused Griffen and he grabbed for the two pistols. He held them in both hands and waited for the men to come crashing down the stairs and take his daughter from him. But they never did. Griffen walked up the stairs and into his kitchen. Flashlights were splashed all across his living room with men looking around. Griffen felt terror immiedetly, he brought up his two pistols just as a man turned towards him. Griffen fired and hit the man in the stomach. He fell down, holding his stomach. All the man turned their flashlight towards him quickly and began fireing their machine guns. Nevel jumped behind his kitchen wall and flashed out every once and awhile and shot out. Then he heard boots running down into his basement he turned around the wall as he glimpsed a man running down. He shot him in the back with both guns and he tumbled down. But he was the last one to go down the rest of the men were already down there. They could be doing anything to his little daughter. A flash of anger came threw him and he ran down the stairs. He fired the two pistols widley. But the men were already gone. Out the back door. Griffens eyes got wide as he jumped over obstacles to get outside, he ran up the stairs to the outside and saw nothing. It was raining and thunderclouds were everywhere. Griffen fell to his knees in the soft soil and his shaggy hair began to get damp in the rain. Griffens head slumped into his hands, he had just lost the one thing that ment everything to him. He pulled his head out of his hands and screamed as loud as he could.

Chapter 1

The rain came down in a sprinkle as the wind was going about thirty miles an hour. Griffen Nevel sat in his chair staring outside. He didnt know for sure but he suspected he was the last man on the whole entire earth. His dog Dook sat next to him sleeping silently, every now and then Nevel reached down and pet him. The rain came down hard now a days and the wind was always fast. Griffens car sat in the garage, with his generator that powerd all the electricity around him. Griffen got up from the chair and walked over to the bar. He poured himself a big glass of vodka and then sat back down in the chair. Griffen looked at his clock saw it was twelve o’ one AM. He walked over to his calender which said, August third 2012. The calender he had to make himself because the last time he haad ever seen a living person with in 2010. Griffen marked off August third and awaited August fourth. Griffen walked into his bed room opened up his closet, got out his black leather jacket and put it on. He got on some brown slacks and a white t-shirt. Griffen walked over to the front door slid back the little opening and saw the rain was coming down harder. He slid it back shut, reached over and grabbed his two pistols and his big machine gun. He found the machine gun from one of the dead soilders bodys. See when he couldnt find hid daughter he loaded up his two hand guns and went searching for her. He ended up getting shot in the left thight and he had killed five soilders. Now Griffen Nevel waited for sunrise so he could go out and hunt. He would hunt for food and supplies.

Griffen Nevel croched in the high weeds of the open field with the machine gun in hand. Not twenty feet from him was a big old buck. He brought the gun up and aimed right at it. He was just about to pull the trigger when his dog began to whimper. Griffen put the gun down and looked at his dog. "Something wrong Dook?" The dogs ears went down and the dog laid on its stomach. Griffen looked around to make sure no animal was stalking them. Griffen hesitated then stood up and scanned the area around him with his eyes. He gripped the gun so tightly in his arms he cut off the blood supply. But Nevel saw nothing. By now the buck had ran in terror of his voice. Griffen tried various times to calm his dog down but the dog just laid there scared. Then the dog carelessley stood back up and rejoined Griffen. The two walked off in the tall weeds while Griffen cautisly watched out for another animal to shoot. They were back home in half an hour, when he opened the front door he noticed he left the garage door open. He walked into the garage and looked around. His volkswagen SUV was still in perfect condition. Griffen looked at the gernerator and inspected it. It was still in contact with all of its parts. Feeling satisfied, Griffen walked into his house. His dog was already on the couch half asleep. Nevel slumped down the machine gun and took the two handguns out of his belt buckle and set them down on the coffee table. Griffen sat down onto his couch and sat there rubbing his head. There were things he missed about the old world. He missed watching sunday night football, he missed eating family meals, but must of all he missed Stephanie and Leah. Griffen laid down and rested his head on Dook. Dook was his last and only companion. If anything were to happen to him he would break down. Griffen began to cry just as he dozed off. Just as he dozed off he thought faintly he could hear footsteps on the concrete sidewalk outside.

Chapter 2

The rain was coming down hard today. The date was September 14th and Griffen sat on his front stoop hidden form the rain. The machine gun sat on his lap and Dook sat next to him. The wind was rustling everything around him and everything seemed to be active. The world was starting to bore Griffen, he did the samething every day and he was getting sick of it. He kept one bullet in his dresser just in case he would need it. He put his hand out in the rain and it got cold immiedetly. Nevel jerked it back in quickly and shudderd from the cold. Then something moved in the darkness of an alley way across the street. Griffen didnt know what it was at first then he came to the conclusion it was a deer or something. Then Dooks ears went down and he began to whimper in the same fashion he did that one late afternoon. Griffen pet him for a few minutes then he caught something again out of the corner of his eye. Nevel jerked to the left and looked for the movement. The object looked to go inside a dark building. The building use to be a big factory it would be dark and dry in there for a scared animal. Now was the time for some good eatin’, Griffen thought in his head. Griffen stood up, went inside his house and jerked on his leather jacket. He grabbed his carring case that swifled around his shoulder. Griffen stepped outside and Dook followed. He waked threw the rain towards the factory with the machine gun in his hands. He got to the factory in a matter of minutes and stepped inside. The doors must have broken off in a storm or an animal. It was surley dry inside the factory, Dook halted at the doorway and wouldnt go in. "Come on Dook." Griffen whisperd and Dook hesitated then followed his owner. There was a little cubby hole in the corner of the big room and Dook instatly went there. Griffen silently crouched threw the gigantic buidling. Then he heard something. He halted at once and he heard behind him, Dook whimper. Then he suddenly didnt want to be here, the gun in his arms didnt make him feel any safer. Griffen stepped back then he heard something uninmaginable. He heard the whispering of a person. Then something touched him, Griffen fell back in shock and onto his back. The gun fell from his hands and he picked it up and began to run to out of the building. Once he was out he saw Dook speed off in front of him. Dook was scratching the door when Griffen finally arrived. He shoved open the door and fell onto his stomach. He kicked the door shut and laid there for a moment thinking about what just happend. Then Griffen got up and took a big swig of vodka. Griffen fell over from shock and landed on the floor hard.

The sound of scratching awoke Griffen. He bearly opened his eyes and said, "Dook stop." He suspected that Dook was scratching at the door beacause he had to pee. But when Dook started to lick his face and the scratching continued Griffen got scared. Griffen sat up and felt for the two handsguns. He found them on the couch and held one in each hand. He looked up at the clock and it said it was ten PM. The scratching stopped. Maybe it was just in his head, maybe he was going mad. He put the pistols in his pants and grabbed for his leather jacket. He motinoed for Dook and asked, "Gotta’ go potty?" Dook started to get hyper which ment he did. Griffen took out the handguns and walked Dook outside. They went to the back yard where Leah’s swing still stood. Dook jumped off the back porch and over to a bush. Griffen stood with his head faced down and stared at the porch. Dook was scarmbling around, sniffing trying to find a place to pee when Griffen noticed the noise. It sounded as if the fence across the yard was breaking under pressure it was the sound of cracking wood. Dook stopped and looked up at the fence. Griffen slowly brought up his head and stared forward. It was almost three hours into night time so he could bearly see the swing set in the middle of the yard. But after his eyes set comfort to the darkness he saw what was making the noise. In the darkness all he saw was the outline of a person but it scared him enough. He took a step back and gripped the pistols. The person moved and the wood creaked. Then he saw more, more of them were coming over the fence. There was eight total after Griffen counted. "Oh my god." he mutterd and then Dook was next to him scratching at the door. Griffen felt the terror take over his body and he kicked open the screen door and pulled the big door shut behind him. He heard just as he enterd the house the wood start cracking and he heard the people hitting the ground, they were coming towards the house. Griffen locked the back door anr and ran for the front door. He was in so much of a hurry he forgot his jacket and his machine gun. He held the two handguns in one hand as he jerked open the front door and jumped out with Dook next to him. The two flew out the front door and stopped in a hurry on the front stoop. The people were everywhere in the front street. He was staring at the people in the front so much he didnt see of the people had flanked him form the right. The big man tackled him to the ground and Griffen laid on his side with the man on top of him. Griffen turned his head and looked at the man. He was the ugliest thing ever. He had almost no eyes and his face was grey. The man started to scream/howl into Griffens hear. Griffen elbowed him in the face and jumped up. Him and Dook took off the left and didnt stop running until they got around the corner. Griffen looked around the corner and saw all people chasing after him. Griffen took off into the street and ran for another block and ran into an alley way. He saw the people run past him and Dook and they got out of the alley way. They walked backed to the house and saw no one there. Griffen walked up his steps and looked in the door. They had been inside his house. He walked in and surveyed what they had done. They had wrecked his whole house. The first sigh of people since the sickness and they attack him? He didnt understand who they were or what they were. Griffen sat down and then the pounding on the door started. Griffen jumped and back away from the door. Then he heard footsteps from the back door. Griffen walked into the hallway and saw one of those people stranded in his hous lost. He was walking towards the open back door when Griffen saw him. He turned towards him and Griffen could see it was his neighbor, Johnny Fisher. "JOHN!" Griffen ran to him and hugged him. Then the most shocking thing happend. John bit his arm with all his force. Griffen yelled and pushed John off. Blood was dripping form Johns lips and Griffen backed up. "What has happend to all of you?" Then John charged Griffen. He hit Griffen with all his force and it pulled Griffens shirt up. Griffen couldnt see anything his shirt was over his eyes. He swung his arms widley and struck John with one of ths pistols. John fell on his back and Griffen pulled his shirt from his eyes. But when he did John was almost out the door. Realizing something was wrong here, he shot John in the back and he fell out the back door and down the steps. Griffen walked over to his body and examined it then drug it back in the house.

Chapter 3

Griffen learned more about the odd people after he gunned down John. He did learn these people were the infected the ones who got the virus. Thus, they were dead. They were the walking dead, but Griffen also learned he was immune to the virus or when that man bit him he would have got it. Griffen examined the body of the man daily and figured out that the germ inside them was very contagious. The knock on Griffens door was silent but Dook’s ears flinged up at once. Griffen looked over at the door and another knock came. It was as if the knocker had no more strength and was using the last of it to knock. Griffen stood up slowly and grabbed his two handguns. He took his time on each step as he walked over towards the door. He gripped the door handle just as the last knock came and he opened the door. A women came tumbling into his arms. She must have been leaning againt the door and fell once Griffen opened it. He did not get a good look at the women or had would have fainted at once. But he is grateful he did not faint at once cause that means he might have left the door open and they could have got in. But once he turned the women over he saw her face. He dropped her to the ground and stumbled back falling onto his wooden table and breaking it. He cringed back farther and put his hand to his mouth. "No, no no." He mutterd as he cowerd back. He had dropped the guns when she fell in and now he had nothing to protect himself. The womens eyes met his and she began to crawl slowly after him. "Oh my god" He said as he saw her crawling. She finally reached him and began to crawl up his chest. Griffen closed his eyes when she reached his face and kept on muttering to himself, "Your not real, your not real, your not real." She opened her mouth to scream in his face and he shoved off of him and grabbed a pistol. She fell back to her knees and stared up at him. He closed his eyes as he shot the women she cringed back to her back. He fell to his knees and cried. There on the ground lay his wife dead for the second time.

When Griffens wife came back from the dead he knew it was the virus that caused it. He held one of the guns in his right hand and wanderd why he didnt just shoot himself. He wonderd why he still lived, there was nothing to live for so why was he? Maybe he thought he could create a cure for this virus, maybe he could cure the people with it. But that wouldnt help because once he cured them they were dead anyways. It was one in the morning and Dook was sleeping on the couch. He didnt know what date it was because he ripped down the calender a while ago and threw it outside in anger. But when he went out and looked for it, it was gone. Griffen sat in a chair with the body of John on a table in front of him in the kitchen. He was examining some blood drawn from the body. He was so mad at himself for shooting his wife, he was in the heat of the moment and he was confused. He had a glass cup in his hand and anger overcome him. He threw down the glass and it shatterd into peices. He threw back the chair he was sitting in and trampled outside. He ran into the middle of the street and held out his arms. "WHY, WHY DID YOU PICK ME IN LIVE THREW THIS WHOLE THING?" He yelled. "COME ON WHY?" Then he heard the footsteps. He turned around swiftly and was face to face with a man. He heard a ruff beard and toned out muscles. Griffen turned to run and the man grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. As he was pulled back the man hit him in the face with a huge hand. Griffen hit the ground hard and immiedetly kicked the big mans knee in. The man screamed and fell back. Griffen came up to his knees and a women was right on top of him. Her knee came in contact with his chin and he came off his knees. He fell back to his back and saw the women stomp on his shin. Griffen screamed in pain and pulled up to hold his hurt leg. Now there were people all around him. He got up with a limp and hit the women in the face and she fell with a thump. He bumped a man and Griffen uppercut him in the chin. He ran with a small limp to his house when a man jumped on his back. Griffen fell face first into the sidewalk. The man was punching his back when Griffen threw him off his back. Thats when he heard the growling, Griffen looked up and saw Dook on the first step of his house. Dook jumped off the porch and landed on a man. The man fell to the ground and began to rip away at his neck. Dook tore away the skin and the man began to bleed to death. Griffen was up now and was yelling for Dook to come back. Dook had just turned around to come back when a man with a thick black jacket on and a long blade stomped on his back breaking his spinal cord. "NOOO" Griffen yelled as he ran inside and grabbed his machine gun. He came outside and the men was about to pick the dog up when Griffen let out a long burst of the gun. He hit just about everyone surrounding the dogs body. Griffen could still hear Dook whimpering. "NOOOOO" Griffen yelled out one more time as he jumped down the steps and began beating everysingle one of them with his gun. "YOU FUCKERS!" Griffen yelled as he pummled more and more of them. Griffen felt the most anger againt these things more then he has ever hated anything in his lfie. He killed almost all of them, when the rest ran away. Griffen dropped the gun and dropped to his knees next to the dog. He silently began to cry and he picked up the dog with both arms and walked back inside the house. He laid the dog on the couch and went and got some water. He put it next to the dog and he did not drink it. "Oh my god no, no god you cant do this to me." He rubbed the dog and felt his spine it was completly broken apart. "No." He felt for a pulse and it was gone. He felt a tear crawl down his cheek and then more came and then he jerked himself up form the couch and yelled, "NOO!" He grabbed the machine gun and jerked open the door. They were back dozens of them. He fired the gun widley at them and saw their bodies jerking. One came running at him and he shot it in the head. Then more came and he shot all of them. He shot every one of them. He slaugherd the kids who rushed at him, he killed everysingle man, women, and child. Then when there was no more he cringed back inside the house. He saw the dog and began to sob. He fell to his knees next to the dogs body and fell asleep in that position.

Chapter 4

Griffen Nevel ended up burying Dook’s body and he cried over it for a very long time. He never forgot about that dog but he did figure out the people only came out at night and he also figured out they sleep in the morning. He killed them when he found one. He went hunting during they day for them he never did find the one who killed Dook but he kept on looking. He studied the disease for months and never found a cure. He searched and searched but couldnt find anything. He finally gave up on the disease and worried about the people coming at night. They came every single night to get him, like they thought he would eventully come out. But he never gave up that easily, he fought them sometime but then he stopped because he thought he was wasting ammo. It was night and Griffen laid on the couch almost drunk when he rememberd he had a radio in his bedroom. He ran up and got it then he plugged it in down stairs. He left it on for three hours and sat in front of it and nothing happend the whole time. He was almost asleep when a song blew on. It was as loud as can be and scary as hell. Griffen slowly brought his head up and listend to, "Weve Only Just Begun" By The Carpenters. He knew the people had aired it, that means they know he has it. Which means there watching him. Griffen turned his head both ways and looked out the windows. If they came in here he would be toast the only defense he has are the three guns. The streets were empty and his yard was also empty. He moved bakc from the window and grabbed a handgun. He pointed it at the radio and shot it. It exploded into peices and they flung across the room. He put the gun down and looked around. He sighed and sat on the couch. He hated this thing called living, but he went on anyways, he still didnt know why. Then he thought of something. His daughter. She was still alive out there somewhere. She cant be that far, there has to be a living person out there with the disease. Then Griffn realized the cure for the disease. He hated how much of an idiot he was, how stupid he was for not finding it out so early. His blood was the cure, maybe if he cooled the body tempeture and injected his blood into a infected body it was go back to normal. Yes some of them are dead, but not everyone died of the disease, maybe some of them lived and now face some of the symptons. He jumped up and ran outside, he the two handguns just incase it got bad. It was dark as can be and three people were outside. They saw him and stopped what they were doing. "Stop dont be scared of me. I need to ask you something." He didnt know if they understood then they straighted up. "Have you seen my little daughter. I know you want to kill me but…ANSWER ME GOD DANMIT!" They coward back for a second then stood back up. He aimed the guns at them and they still just stared. "Are you dead or alive?" But they still did not answer. He shot all three of them. He went back inside got on his jacket, machine gun and extra ammo. Tonight might be the night he die, but he would die with a fight. He had to find his daughter. He went outside holding the two handguns and saw two men staring at the three dead bodies. They looked at him when he came out. He shot both of them. He walked over to the garage and opened it. He got in his car and backed up. He hit one of them as he came out and then he turned right and went down the street. He thought he could tell the live ones form the dead ones. The live ones looked better then the dead ones did. He spotted a good looking ones and he got out of the car. He stepped in from of him and asked, "Have you seen my daughter?" The man stared at him and then charged him. The man hit him hard and Griffen fell down. But Griffen was right back on his feet. When the man came at him again Griffen took him down. Griffen fell on top of him and held him down, "LISTEN TO ME I KNOW YOU CAN TALK, SO ANSWER ME! DANMIT!" Griffen hit him in the face and thens tuck the barrel in his mouth. "Answer me." he whisperd. Then the man talked. "Ok ok, no I havnt seen her but Ive heard of another person alive." Griffens eyes got wide and then he stood up. "Are you good? Why do all of you want to kill me?" The man got up and dusted himself off. "Because your scary as hell." The man said backing up. "No please dont run. I am so alone and so afraid of you." Then the man sent a look behind Griffen and Griffen swiftly turned around and saw them. They were everywhere. This was a trick. "Oh my god. You sonabitch." Griffen said to the man he had met earlier. There were the diseased people everywhere. They were all dead. "You wont get me without a fight." Then Griffen turned around and shot the man behind him. He fell down dead, again. The dead ones came rushing at him and Griffen began firing shots into the midst hitting random targets. He turned around to run and hit more people. He eblowed the man in front of him and ran to his car. Someone grabbed him and Griffen threw him off. Griffen jumped in his car and locked the doors. He set the car in drive when the passenger seat window blew in. A hand came in reaching for him, Griffen held it down and shot it three times. He reloaded both guns and then drove away. When he got around the corner he hit a brick wall of people. They were all dead. He kept on going full speed and kept on driving. He didnt stop until he got to a gas station when he hurried up and filled up. He jumped back in and began to cry. Then he saw out again to find his daughter. He drove until day light and then he drove back to his house. He got there at twelve in the afternoon and almost starting sobbing agiain when he saw the house. It was wrecked to hell. He went inside and saw the damage. They had caught everything on fire and things were still smoldering. He was lucky the house didnt catch fire. There was a message on the wall, JUST SURRENDUR. But next to it was a dead body and then he noticed there were everywhere its not the tihngs inisde that were burnt there were bodies burnt. They were the bodies of dead diseased people. Griffen didnt understand who did this if the dead bodies were burnt? Then it came to him, the live ones knew the dead ones were going to attack him so, the live ones waited until the dead ones chased after Griffen and attacked his house. Then the dead ones came back and the alive people killed all the dead ones. There was a war going on here and Griffen Nevel was stuck right in the middle.

Chapter 5

As night neared Griffen Nevel went to the gun store and got more ammo for his three guns. He didnt worry about getting another gun, all he needed was ammo for the guns he had. He got home at five-thirty, right on time. He had fixed up his house and recontructed it. He boared up the house, locked up the doors and put barriers of metal in his front lawn. The metal was lined up in his front yard, he stacked up strips of metal to make a wal about five feet high, he put concrete slabs behind them to make sure it didnt fall. He put chicken wire on top of it so they woulnt climb it. For some reason Griffen didnt know, the two sides wanted him. They were terrifeid of him, he was the last one left that didnt have the disease, and they were also scared of him because he kills the living and the dead. He can walkin daylight and that scares them. He knew he had to fight, but one time of those sides are going to win, and the winning side is going to come in here and get him. He suspected the living would win, because they thought better, they thought things threw. The dead just went and fought. Thats why Griffen could kill them so easily, they never brought weapons, they just came to fight. Griffen had never faced, he has never even seen the living. Thats why he thought that one man was alive, beacuse he doesnt know what they look like. Griffen was ready no matter what, but he was till plotting over whether he wanted to fight or let them take him. When they came he would decide how they were equipped if they
had weapons he would let them take him, if they didnt he would fight until the end. The fighting started at eleven AM. There were about ten dead ones in front of Griffens house when six men showed up . Six men in black suits, each with a neat twelve inch blade in their hands. One of the six was the man who had kileld Dook. The six walked over to the dead grabbed each one by the back of their necks and slid the blade into their throat. The blade went in end and out the other. The men in black suits did this to every dead ones they saw. Then they looked at Griffens house. Griffen stumbled back from the window he was looking out. Griffen went back to the window and looked out, the six men now had machine guns out and were shuffling towards the middle of the street. More dead were coming to help. The six shot down everysingle dead that came at them, then when it seemed all the dead were gone about three dozen of the dead came around the corner. Griffen’s eyes got huge as the dead came swarming at the men in black. The men in black somehow shot down everysingle one of the dead. Then the six grabbed some kinda of phone and spoke into it. Then about one hundred of the living came around the corner. Griffen couldnt belive his eyes he saw all men and women in black stomp all over the dead. They all had either a blade or a gun. "No." Griffen said shaking his head. He backed away from the window and thought, I cant fight that many. Griffen grabbed his machine gun and two handguns. He put two handguns in his pants and the fully loaded machine gun rested in his hands. He knew they would call him out and he wouldnt come, so they would come in and get him. But they didnt call him out, they hit the door with something hard and then they hit it again. On the third hit the dar burst open and three men in black stood there. For the few seconds Griffen saw them he was discusted. There faces were pitch gray and had almost no facial expressions. Then one yelled, "Hes got a gun." Griffen pulled up the gun and fired shots into the three men. There bodies jerked as the bullets hit them. Then Griffen heard the back door breaking in. Griffen cut for the garage door when the men came in the back. Griffen threw the garage door shut and got in his car. He started it and put it in reverse. He heard them yelling and screaming outside. He pulled the car out of the garage smashing the garage door and hitting a few of the people in black. Griffen put the car in drive and drove off in the other direction. He heard the people screaming after him to come back. But he got to a park when he stopped and thought what just happend. He turned the keys in the ignition to turn off the car and sat there. When he looked out the drivers window he saw the other side of the park and it looked safe. He rested his head on the streeting wheel when he heard the noise. It was a rumbling sound as if a stampede of animals were running. Griffen slowly brought his head off the wheel and looked out the drivers window. Out across the park were thousands of living people. His eys got wide. They were all running at him. They were going to hit the car. He reached for the keys and turned them in the ignition. But nothing happend. The fuel gage was at E and he was a sitting duck. He went to get out of the car but he thought it would be safer to stay in here. He grabbed his machine gun, smashed the window with te butt of it and aimed the gun out of it. He started firing into the crowd but it didnt seem to be doing anything. When the people were about five feet from his car, he cringed back ready for the impact. When they hit the car, it flung sideways and landed on its side and kept on rolling. When it came to a rest, Griffen looked around and realized they were coming for him. He grabbed his machine gun which was now on the ceiling and pulled himself out of the car. He got out holding the gun and ran in the oppisite direction from the creatures. But they were much faster, one of them hit him from the back and he fell down. They were around him at once, Griffen stood up with the gun in his hands. He knew he was going to die at this moment, it was his end. The man in a thick black jacket stepped forward and finally confronted Griffen. It was the man who had killed Dook. Griffens eyes got wide and he raised the machine gun. Griffen shot the man in the chest and he fell down. "You sonofabitch. You killed the last thing I cared about." Then another male came in and shoved him violently back. "Get your fuckin hands off me." Griffen raised the machine gun and aimed it around at everyone around him. The man in the thick black jacket stepped forward and knocked the machine gun out of his hands. Griffen just stared forward. Then the man leaned in to his ear and screamed. "You things dont scare me. The only thing to fear is fear itself." Then thats when the hoarde of dead ones came. They came crashing into the middle where Griffen was and started killing all the live ones. Griffen broke out of the circle and began to run. Griffen had picked up his machine gun before he left. A few of the dead ones flanked him but he killed them. When Griffen looked back everything was one fire. Griffen turned back around and the leader, the man with the thick black jacket, the killer of Dook stood in front of him. Griffen attempted tp tackel him but the man flipped him over. Griffen stomped on the mans ankel and got back up. Griffen then hit the man with the butt of his machine gun. But nothing seemed to affect it. The big man threw Griffen across the street onto the sidewalk and stomped after him. Then behind the leader, Griffen saw that one of the dead men had three dogs on leashes. They were the infected dogs. The dead man let the dogs go and they came crashing onto the leader of the living. They chewed at the leader until he threw him off and began to walk at Griffen again. Then more of the living were behind him. Griffen rasied his hands and yelled, "Stop I can fix it, I can help, LET ME SAVE YOU. I CAN SAVE EVEYONE!" But they marched on. "PLEASE I FOUND THE CURE!" Griffen pulled out a syringe in his pocket he had just in case. He pulled out some blood from his body and held it up. "THIS IS THE CURE, PLEASE LET ME SAVE YOU!" Then Griffen looked to his right and saw a spare gas tank hooked up to a house. Griffen grabbed his machine gun, took his blood and rolled it into the street, hopefully it survived the blast. Griffen put the barrel of his machine gun to the tank, said, "All you had to do was let me save you, but no." And fired his machine gun, blowing the tank up and killing himself and all the other living ones.
i dont have word for sorry for the mispelled words
im sorry i did not meen to post this in jokes and riddles sorry

I got to the gym every day and every wednsday I work my ches and legs…

I play football a lot with my friends and I am the fastest one there. But I want to be even faster.

When I do legs
1st is quads. I do this macine where I sit in this chair and lift the bar with weights kick up (I’m at 40lbs 4 sets of 10) with my feet it works my quads.

For the 2nd one I work my hamstrings. You lay face down and lift the bar with the back of your feet you kick towards your butt (I’m on 40lbs on this also 4 sets of 10)

3rd is the calf work out. You put your sholders under these 2 pads that go right to each shoulder. Lift with your shoulders than you go flat foot to tippy toes and works the calfs… (I’m on 100lbs 4 sets of 10)

Will this make me run faster… if not what will.

I don’t do squats or lunges because I don’t have a partner to spot me.

Well it all started when i was 11 first my grandma started to beat me because me and my cousin where talking about how she would beat on our great grandma. Then a couple weeks ago me dad nearly killed me by beating me and holding my head over the stairs and now im a couple of weeks away from sending him to jail! today my mom got mad at me for asking her to do my hair. That’s all i did was ask her to do my hair and then she grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me up and started spitting in my face and calling me bad words. I could go on and on but i just want to get to the point im only 12 and she thinks my life is a breeze just because im in middle school. She has no idea what goes on in my life because she never lets me talk to her and when i do try to talk to her she gets mad. She’s trying to drive me crazy. Oh yeah i asked her what the difference is between a chair and i stool because she told me to sit down on the chair and i took the stool because it was closer and of coure she yelled at me and called me worthless and threw me all over the kitchen floor (i actually mean she was throwing me around the kitchen floor). I would report her but i have no where else to go. And every time she beats me or calles me names i always wonder why couldent my dad have killed me because thats all i ever think about. I keep trying to kill myself but i know that hell is whay worse than earth and i just dont see why i have to go through all of this. My 16 year old sister has ran away 6 times and she actually told my mom that she hates her and my mom still treats her better than me when im the on that gets all the good grades and studies my butt of just to make her pround but i never do. So back to the point what should i do because if i even think about talking to her privatly she would kill me. I have a huge head ache right now and im hoping that she doesent come in here and ale my lap top away. Speaking of laptops she forced my to give he my password and now she can take it when ever she wants but i cant take her 50 cent tape. She didnt bye the laptop so i dont see why she has the right to take it. So what should i do im thinking about going outside and wating for someone to kidnap me because then it wont be suicide . Pleas egive me some ideas before i have to d it myself. Sorry this question is so long its just that ive been waiting a whole year to get all of this off my chest. Its a shame that i feel safer at school than at home becasue there people actually love me.
Thank you all so much! I feel better already. I hope that you all know that you saved my life. Im not going to let my family ruen my life because they had there chanceto live and now its my turn. Ill just try to stay out of trouble because i really love my mom. I just dont love the way she treats me. I will be going to talk to a counsler on monday just to get my feelings out in the open. Thank you Thank you Thank you.

Women’s English

Yes = No

No = Yes

Maybe = No

I’m sorry = You’ll be sorry

We need = I want

It’s your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now

Do what you want = You’ll pay for this later

We need to talk = I need to complain

Sure…go ahead = I don’t want you to

I’m not upset = Of course I’m upset, you idiot!

You’re so…manly = You need to shave and you sweat alot

You’re certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?

Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs

This kitchen is so inconvient = I want a new house

I want new curtains = and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper…..

I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep

Do you love me? = I’m going to ask for something expensive

How much do you love me? = I did something today you’re really not going to like

I’ll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good
game on TV

Is my butt fat? = Tell me I’m beautiful

You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me

Are you listening to me!? = Too late, you’re dead

I’m not yelling! = Yes I am yelling because I think this is important

Men’s English

I’m hungry = I’m hungry

I’m sleepy = I’m sleepy

I’m tired = I’m tired

Do you want to go to a movie? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you

Can I take you out to dinner? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you

Can I call you sometime? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you

Nice dress! = Nice boobs!

You look tense, let me give you a massage = I’m trying to feel you up

What’s wrong = I guess sex tonight is out of the question

I’m bored = Do you want to have sex?

I love you = Let’s have sex now

I love you, too = Okay, I said it…we’d better have sex now!

Yes, I like the way you cut your hair = I liked it better before

Let’s talk = I am trying to impress you by showing that I am a
deep person and maybe then you’d like to have sex with me

Will you marry me? = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with
other guys

Men are like….

1. Men are like Laxatives . They irritate the crap out of you.

2. Men are like Bananas. The older they get, the less firm they are.

3. Men are like Weather. Nothing can be done to change them.

4. Men are like Blenders . You need One, but you’re not quite sure why.

5. Men are like Chocolate Bars. Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips.

6. Men are like Commercials. You can’t believe a word they say.

7. Men are like Department Stores. Their clothes are always 1/2 off!

8. Men are like Government Bonds. They take soooooooo long to mature.

9. Men are like Mascara. They usually run at the first sign of emotion.

10. Men are like Popcorn. They satisfy you, but only for a little while.

11. Men are like Snowstorms. You never know when they’re coming, how many inches you’ll get or how long it will last.

12. Men are like Lava Lamps. Fun to look at, but not very bright.

13. Men are like Parking Spots. All the good ones are taken, the rest aren’t good enough

He’s about a year old, orange tabby. And he likes to get into trouble by jumping on the table while we are eating or trying to get in the trash. He’s very hyper and gets in the way when I’m in the kitchen cooking (sometimes it’s like he wants to jump in the oven!). He also climbs the furniture, even though he has scatching posts.
I fuss and tell him NO! or DOWN! really loud but he doesn’t listen because it doesn’t even make him flinch in the slightest! The last few times he has made me so mad that I swat him on the butt, but I REALLY don’t want to because I know it’s not the proper way. I just don’t know how else to make him listen. HELP please?!?!

I’ve tried to convince myself this is just my imagination, but it’s just not working anymore.

He promised me he would quit smoking and go on the patch. He swears up and down he’s been cigarette free and I don’t believe that for a second. For starters, every time he goes into the bathroom and shuts the door, it smells like a bar men’s room when he comes out. I smell FRESH SMOKE (meaning not embedded in the furniture or clothing) all over our apartment at random times and he, for the life of him, can’t tell me where it came from or tries to make me think he can’t smell it when I know he can. Not to mention, I found one butt in our toilet he obviously meant to flush.

I’m really trying to be the support that he needs. But the fact that he may be lying to me makes me really angry. How can I support someone who might not be telling the truth?
Also:

It would piss me off more if he were saying "I’m quitting" and not actually be doing it than if he just went right ahead and smoked. And I’ve told him this. I would much rather let him do it in front of me than put up this front like he’s really trying.

Let’s face it, I think he can do it. And his joke about entering his wife in a "contest" with the Harley crowd was funny.

So lets say he gets a tattoo and zoops up his wheel chair, would that convince you to go American this election?

I am there, he is my man, but what does it take for you to go McCain?

BTW, he is in great health and probably would kick my butt in a bar fight!…and yours!!!!

I’m posting this in a few places mainly cause i don’t know exactly where to post it lol but also to get a broader range of people to try it

Murder at the Mod Club Chocolate House

The mid morning conversation at Mod Club Chocolate House tended toward the monotonous. On any given day, Steve would be describing his strict routine — Monday: Odds; Tuesday: Improvements; Wednesday: Feedback; then repeat, with only Sundays off.

Norma , another regular, was forever describing her Moding — Boards noon, then complaints until five, followed by inboxes. Nothing after eight p.m. and no Banning ever.

Kelly, from the snack bar, would always have some pammers to complain about. ("He asked me for Bingo and then blamed me ’cause he didn’t win.")

And Rio, the Head mod, was always pointing out someones comments. ("See the way Joe sticks his butt out for people? He’s begging for trouble. I’ve told him a million times.")

But this Friday morning was different. On Friday they had a murder to talk about.

"I can’t believe no one saw it happen," Norma grunted as she squeezed out a set Rares.

Steve was peeling, while Kelly and Rio sat on leather-clad benches and sipped their colas.

"Well, mornings are slow," Rio said, "once we get past the pre-work throng. This time of day it’s often just us Mods and Pamolics." Rio swallowed hard. "The two of you. Poor Joe."

It had been the previous morning, around 11:30, when Joe, the Mod, was found in the upstairs computer room, sitting peeling some upped odds. His form looked particularly bad, since someone had grabbed a mouse and used it to bash in the back of his skull.

"Joe was a bit of a jerk," Norma admitted. "He was always sucking up to the pammers on here."

"Well, some pammers liked his style," Rio said. "That’s what I heard through the grapevine. Joe would make a contests, within a week and have more contests for pammers."

"I suppose he was a good Mod." Kelly yawned. "If you like the overeager to please type. Way too friendly. Always bragging about pammers thinking he was the best. Joe invested in small change, right?"

"Right," said Rio and Steve softly, reluctantly, in near-perfect unison. Neither Person made eye contact with anyone else.

"I hear he was arguing with someone before he got hit."

"I heard him," Rio said. He finished his bottled Cola and tossed it across the floor to a wicker wastebasket. Three points.

"You heard him from upstairs?" asked Kelly with a curious frown.

"You know how his voice carried. I was behind the counter." Rio pointed to the front counter situated by the stairs that led up to the computer room on the second floor. "I couldn’t hear who he was talking to."

"Not even if it was a man or woman?" asked Norma.

"No. But I did hear the mouse slam down. And then it was quiet. I finished my gummies on the computer then went upstairs to check it out."

"That’s right," Steve said. "You’re the one who found him. And there was no one else?"

"No. It’s just that one room up there. Whoever cracked his skull must have taken the back stairs down to the Rare rooms. From the rare rooms, he could have gone anywhere, inside or out. The alarms on the emergency doors don’t work."

"The attacker could have come and gone without us seeing him," Steve said.

"I didn’t see anyone," Norma volunteered. "I was on the Stool in the animal room, watching TV. I didn’t hear a thing until the sirens."

"I was doing my Inbox," Steve added. "Rio came flying down the stairs, yelling at me to call 911." He half-chuckled as he realized something. "You know, I never did finish my messages."

"Well, I missed everything," Kelly said. "I was in the back room, behind the snack bar. People don’t realize all the work that goes into running this place. Inventory and preparation. Like this guy came in yesterday just as I was opening and wanted bingo — immediately. Like it’s just waiting there already to go."

"You shouldn’t have peeled in the morning," Norma said in disgust. "You need the rares to give out."

"Rares are nothing without a good contest," Steve asserted.

And just like that, they were back in the groove, all of them comfortably at home with their own oft-rehearsed speeches. On Monday morning, the conversation varied again. Three of the regulars forgot all about their regular subjects and spent half an hour eagerly discussing the arrest of the fourth — for murder.

Who killed Joe?

list 3 pieces of supporting evidence

Why?
Who’s the butler? i need names and evidence of why they killed him lol
Pam…why Kelly? the only thing is can think of for it to be her is she had nothing to gain from Joe being alive? she complained about him bragging then she conveniently missed everything and also she said that just yesterday that someone was there wanting bingo when she was just opening but Rio states earlier that it was just them there ..hmm this is tough lol

I’m posting this in a few places mainly cause i don’t know exactly where to post it lol but also to get a broader range of people to try it

Murder at the Mod Club Chocolate House

The mid morning conversation at Mod Club Chocolate House tended toward the monotonous. On any given day, Steve would be describing his strict routine — Monday: Odds; Tuesday: Improvements; Wednesday: Feedback; then repeat, with only Sundays off.

Norma , another regular, was forever describing her Moding — Boards noon, then complaints until five, followed by inboxes. Nothing after eight p.m. and no Banning ever.

Kelly, from the snack bar, would always have some pammers to complain about. ("He asked me for Bingo and then blamed me ’cause he didn’t win.")

And Rio, the Head mod, was always pointing out someones comments. ("See the way Joe sticks his butt out for people? He’s begging for trouble. I’ve told him a million times.")

But this Friday morning was different. On Friday they had a murder to talk about.

"I can’t believe no one saw it happen," Norma grunted as she squeezed out a set Rares.

Steve was peeling, while Kelly and Rio sat on leather-clad benches and sipped their colas.

"Well, mornings are slow," Rio said, "once we get past the pre-work throng. This time of day it’s often just us Mods and Pamolics." Rio swallowed hard. "The two of you. Poor Joe."

It had been the previous morning, around 11:30, when Joe, the Mod, was found in the upstairs computer room, sitting peeling some upped odds. His form looked particularly bad, since someone had grabbed a mouse and used it to bash in the back of his skull.

"Joe was a bit of a jerk," Norma admitted. "He was always sucking up to the pammers on here."

"Well, some pammers liked his style," Rio said. "That’s what I heard through the grapevine. Joe would make a contests, within a week and have more contests for pammers."

"I suppose he was a good Mod." Kelly yawned. "If you like the overeager to please type. Way too friendly. Always bragging about pammers thinking he was the best. Joe invested in small change, right?"

"Right," said Rio and Steve softly, reluctantly, in near-perfect unison. Neither Person made eye contact with anyone else.

"I hear he was arguing with someone before he got hit."

"I heard him," Rio said. He finished his bottled Cola and tossed it across the floor to a wicker wastebasket. Three points.

"You heard him from upstairs?" asked Kelly with a curious frown.

"You know how his voice carried. I was behind the counter." Rio pointed to the front counter situated by the stairs that led up to the computer room on the second floor. "I couldn’t hear who he was talking to."

"Not even if it was a man or woman?" asked Norma.

"No. But I did hear the mouse slam down. And then it was quiet. I finished my gummies on the computer then went upstairs to check it out."

"That’s right," Steve said. "You’re the one who found him. And there was no one else?"

"No. It’s just that one room up there. Whoever cracked his skull must have taken the back stairs down to the Rare rooms. From the rare rooms, he could have gone anywhere, inside or out. The alarms on the emergency doors don’t work."

"The attacker could have come and gone without us seeing him," Steve said.

"I didn’t see anyone," Norma volunteered. "I was on the Stool in the animal room, watching TV. I didn’t hear a thing until the sirens."

"I was doing my Inbox," Steve added. "Rio came flying down the stairs, yelling at me to call 911." He half-chuckled as he realized something. "You know, I never did finish my messages."

"Well, I missed everything," Kelly said. "I was in the back room, behind the snack bar. People don’t realize all the work that goes into running this place. Inventory and preparation. Like this guy came in yesterday just as I was opening and wanted bingo — immediately. Like it’s just waiting there already to go."

"You shouldn’t have peeled in the morning," Norma said in disgust. "You need the rares to give out."

"Rares are nothing without a good contest," Steve asserted.

And just like that, they were back in the groove, all of them comfortably at home with their own oft-rehearsed speeches. On Monday morning, the conversation varied again. Three of the regulars forgot all about their regular subjects and spent half an hour eagerly discussing the arrest of the fourth — for murder.

Who killed Joe?

list 3 pieces of supporting evidence

Why?
LOL no you didn’t..i mean out of Steve,Rio,Norma and Kelly…if you did then we’re both in trouble PMSL
i need a direct reply button lol

i was thinking Steve cause it says he has a strict schedule so if he does Odds,improvements then feedbacks and repeats on thursday he should have been doing Odds not feedback..IE his in box messages
then i was thinking he could have been upstairs came down through the door that doesn’t go off and back in time for Rio to tell him to call 911
Then when he asks Rio about not seeing anyone kinda making sure that Rio didn’t see him

This isn’t the answer it’s just what i’m thinking but i also did think of Rio too but that strict schedule of Steves kinda stuck out for me

in a comfortable chair? A computer chair? Kitchen chair? Stool?

I have you all to know that I am sitting in a wooden chair that is not so comfy. My butt molds to it and thats why I am stuck here this late at night.

THIS IS A LITTLE LONG SORRY
3 People in a Airplane-
Once there were 3 people in an airplane, one took a bite out of
an apple. She thought it was too sweet so she threw it out of
the plane. The second person took a bite out of a lemon and she
thought it was too sour so, she threw it out of the plane. Then
the last person took a bite out of a grenade and he thought it
was too crunchy so, he threw it out of the plane. Then they
landed and decided to go for a walk. They first passed a little
girl who was crying and they asked, "little girl, little girl,
why are you crying?" and the little girl said, "an apple came
down and killed my new kitty". Next they passed a little boy
who
was also crying. And they again asked, "little boy, little boy,
why are you crying?" and the little boy said, "a lemon came
down
and killed my new puppy." Then they passed a blonde sitting on
the side walk laughing her butt off. They asked, "why are you
laughing so hard?" and the blonde said, "I farted and the
building behind me blew up!!"

She was tired of everyone thinking that blondes were stupid, and she didn’t like all these jokes. To end the injustice, she decided to prove to the world that she was smart.

In order to prove herself, she chose to memorize the capital of every American state. It wasn’t an easy task, but she was determined and eventually managed to do it.

A few days later she was in a bar, and heard a couple of men laughing at a blonde joke. This was the perfect opportunity to start righting all the wrongs that had been done to blondes in the past – she would set these men straight!

Marching over at a rapid pace she announced,
"It isn’t true that all blondes are stupid, and I will prove it. Just ask me the capital of any American state, and I will tell you what it is."

Although a little surprised, the men did challenge her and asked,
"Ok, how about Arizona?"

The Blonde, after pausing for a moments thought, proudly gave the answer, "A"!

Question: If a blonde and a brunette fell off a building, who would hit the ground first?
Answer: The brunette – the blonde would have to stop for directions!

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The assistant asked the blonde if she would like her pizza cut into six pieces or twelve.

"Six please" she said, "I could never eat twelve!"

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A blonde was walking down the road with a healthy looking pig under her arm. As she passed the bus stop, someone asked,

"Where did you get that?"
The pig replied,
"I won her in a raffle!"

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A person went into the office kitchen one morning and found a new blonde girl painting the walls. She was wearing a new fur coat and a nice denim jacket.

Thinking this was a little strange, he asked her why she was wearing them rather than old clothes or an overall.

She showed him the instructions on the tin,

"For best results, put on two coats".

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Two blondes were in a parking lot trying to unlock the door of their car with a coat hanger.
First Blonde:

"I can’t seem to get this door unlocked!
Second Blonde:
Well you better hurry up. It’s starting to rain and the top is down!

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Three blondes were walking through a field when they came across a set of tracks.

The first blonde looked down at the tracks and said,

"I think they could be bird tracks."

The second blonde went to look and said,

"No, I think these are deer tracks."

They stepped aside and the third blonde went over to the tracks. She looked down, then got run over by the train!

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A blonde asked someone what time it was, and they told her it was 4:45. The blonde, with a puzzled look on her face replied,

"You know, it’s the weirdest thing, I have been asking that question all day, and each time I get a different answer."

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A blonde was driving down the road listening to the radio and was quite upset when she heard blonde joke after blonde joke. A little way down the road, she saw another blonde out in a field rowing a boat. The blonde stopped her car and angrily jumped out yelling,

"You dumb blonde bimbo! It’s blondes like you that give the rest of us a bad name! If I could swim I’d come out there and give you what’s coming to you!"

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A blonde and a redhead went to the bar after work for a drink, and sat on stools watching the 6 O’cl

I sat down on the bar stool again, and grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket.
I dialed my dad’s number, and after the 3rd ring, I shut the phone. I wasn’t going to talk to my dad tonight. I was too much of a baby.
I walked out my house, and took a walk down my neighborhood. Every ones’ house was filled with lights, unusual. I thought. Who has their lights on at midnight? All of them?
I shrugged and closed my eyes. Tonight had a cook breeze, and it ruffled my hair. It felt good against my face, I stopped in my place, letting the air whoosh by me.
This moment was painless, and I never remembered anything that had happened over the past months or weeks. Everything was forgotten now, all I knew was that tonight felt good, and I didn’t remember a thing.
I spread my hands up in the air, and let the air hit them too, this was better.
My mind swirled with pictures of my family, Kimberlee, Grandma Annie, and finally; my mother.
I saw my mother’s face. Exotic and beautiful, she had bleach blonde hair, and it hung all the way down to her butt. She had blue crystal eyes that shone every minute of every day, and she had a flawless face, that was as pale as the moon. She had long black lashes that made her look like she was always wearing eyeliner. And, she didn’t have one wrinkle on her face.
I wanted to look at this memory forever, I wanted to look in her deep eyes, and remember everything we use to do together. How we used to make daddy pancakes, and feed them to him as a joke. And how we used to go shopping for daddy…..
No! As soon as I thought of my dad, mom’s picture disappeared and dads appeared. His dark black hair was shining, and his teal eyes looked like they were looking at me. His tan face was wrinkled and tired, but he still looked beautiful. We were such and exotic family.
“No!” I cried out. I wanted my mother back so badly; I wanted her to hug me again. And I wanted her to be here for me. Why did she have to leave me like this, alone and tired. I wanted my mother back, I don’t care if I was the reason she left. I don’t care about that! I just want her back, please just give her back to me!
Tears fell down my cheeks, and my eyes flew open. My hands were still up in the air, catching the wind as it went by. No, it wasn’t tears, it was rain. It was pounding on my head, and stinging my face. When did it start raining? I thought.
My hands fell to my side, limp. I turned around with not one thought in my head, and headed back to my house.
When I walked in the door, Kimberlee and Leo were sitting on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and the TV on. I could hear screaming from the TV, and realized they were watching a scary movie.
Since when did Kimberlee watch scary movies? She hates them.
Kimberlee was wearing her favorite sweatpants, and a teal short sleeve shirt, with her make-up and hair the same way it was when she left. Her hand was in the popcorn bowl.
Leo had on a tight v-neck gray shirt, with baggy jeans. His brown hair was sticking out in little spikes on his head. His hand was in the popcorn bowl too.
I almost laughed to myself, they were such dorks.
“Holding hands in the popcorn bowl, eh?” I said.
They both jumped when I slammed the door shut, and Kimberlee looked over at me.
Her hand flew out of the popcorn, and pieces of it went flying.
“No.” She stated with her eyebrows pulled together in a scowl.
I was taken aback, but only for a couple of seconds. She deserved me walking in on her and Leo.
I walked across the room, and sat down on the couch next to Kimberlee. If she wanted to ditch me, then I get revenge.
There was this burning smell coming from the kitchen, it smelled horrible. Oh, it was burnt popcorn. I scrunched my nose at the smell, and slumped on the couch, waiting for Kimberlee to yell at me, finally I closed my eyes.
The yelling never came.
I never knew how tired I was until now, like all the sleepless nights put together. I drifted to sleep.

“What is that smell Leo?” I asked him, turning away from Stella’s sleeping body.
Leo looked at me confused, and I couldn’t help myself. He looked so cute, with his messy brown hair, and his cute green eyes. I couldn’t stop myself from falling into his arms.
His arms tightened around me for awhile, and then he shrugged away from me to go check out the smell in the kitchen.
I lied back against the couch, and looked down at Stella.
Why did she have to be so annoying? She could have just left us alone, she didn’t have to ruin everything.
“Stupid.” I muttered in anger.
She looked a little pale, but that was just because she didn’t like the sun. Hey hair was wet, and dripping. I didn’t notice until now that her whole body was soaking wet, and ruining the couch.
There was a loud groan from the kitchen, and Leo raced out of it, with his cell phone up to his ear.
“….yeah. Whatever mom. Of course, you could have driven him. Yeah, bye!” Leo shouted into the phone.
What was he talking about? I thought.
I quickly s