"Everything is all right, we can be happy too if you look out for me the way i looked out for you! Yes thank you Boston! I'm out of here!" And slam went the half painted front door. She was free, free, free, free at last! Off went Darcy L. Greaty. Off into the real world high school! Right in the middle of her free at last moment a strong angry voice filled the surroundings of which Darcy was in. It was....her mom. Although instead of calling her mom like every other normal kid out there, Darcy calls her by her first name, Susan.
"Darcy L. Greaty you get your soon to be soar behind back here!" was all that was said and then the half painted door slammed shut. Darcy had no idea what could have been so wrong. She took a shower, burshed her teeth, GOT OUT OF BED, packed her bags, ate breakfast and got dressed. It seemed like the everyday routine. But guess not. She slid around and just looked at the unfinished house. The one in which she lived in. she moped back to the house with an award winning weirdest face ever.
Darcy had a good come back to that one but of corsere colected her self, did the famous High School Musical voice tunner, and trudged into the battle zone. Everything appeared to be okay, no sign of Susan anywhere, atleast not in the front hall. She made her way around the corner into the living room. Not a thing. Now it was time to go into the enamy's turff, the kitchen. Darcy slowly took off her back pack and leanded it up against the wall, and slowly walked into the kitchen. She spoted the emamy! She was doing the dishes and was not paying any attention at all to what was going on around her. Down down down! Darcy hit the deck and army crawled under the tabel. She was so close, then all of a sudden the foset shut off. The sound of Susan's bleached yellow rubber gloves barely came off by the suction cupped sound of it. Darcy could here the sound of Susasn's bright blue slippers tapping, then the slippers stoped right at the table. Then came the booming vioce of her mom.
"DARCY! YOU GET OUT FROM UNDER THE TABLE THIS INSTANT!" but Darcy wasn't going without a fight. She answered back just the same way her mom had done.
"SUSAN P. GREATY! YOU CAN NOT MAKE ME COME OUT FROM UNDER NEATH THIS TABLE TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE IF YOU PAID ME TO!" she knew she had gone a little over board with that one and was probably bordering on a grounding.
"DARCY YOU HAD BETTER GET OUT FROM UNDER THERE OR ELSE I'M MAKING YOUR GROUNDED LIFE THE TOTAL OPPOSITE!" she was really angry now.
who would trade a nongrounding life for a grounding one? Darcy had the best come back too, but so she didn't but she had to try so hard not to yell right back at her, well I can make my grounded life good for me and miserable for you! Her mom hated threats, ever since her dad had walked out on her family. He always threatened to do something like that and one day he just did. But Darcy wasn’t that cruel and didn't want to make her mom suffer any more then what she already did. With that Darcy slid out from under neath the table, struggled to stand up(since she'd been on her hands and knees the hole time.) and gave her mom a pretty little smile. Trying to act as if nothing had ever happened and she had never said any of that. But it obviously didn't work. Her mom was steaming mad and just looked right back into Darcy's face. A stone cold stare.
"where do you get off saying those types of things? Because if its one of your friends then you can just forget about having any. Do you hear me?" Darcy said nothing and just looked at the ground. It hadn't been her friends. Or people on the street, it was her parents. Even though it happened a while back, like 2 years ago, every word that came out of her fathers mouth stuck with her. Stuck with her just as if she was a wall that needed to be painted. it didn't care that all of those words were causing her hard times to sleep at night. It didn't care that the relation ship between her mom and her would never be the same.
"yes mama. I hear you. It wasn't my friends." Darcy was just about in tears when it came out. Her mom saw it too. And automatically became much gentler towards Darcy.
"well then. Just never mind. All i wanted to tell you is that you left a big mess in the bath room, your room, the kithen and your bed wasn't made." Darcy knew that when she started to think about her dad that her mom knew. Darcy wasn't much of a cryer but when she tought about her dad she started to ball.. And automatically became much gentler towards Darcy.
"well then. Just never mind. All i wanted to tell you is that you left a big mess in the bath room, your room, the kithen and your bed wasn't made." Darcy knew that when she started to think about her dad that her mom knew. Darcy wasn't much of a cryer but when she tought about her dad she started to ball. Darcy’s mom just looked at her and sighed. Darcy gave herself a little push of courage and began to walk up towards the empty hall way that lead to the stained green carpet. Her mom just looked away, went back over to the massive pile of chipped, dirty dishes. As Darcy walked up the stairs, they creaked with ever step she made that got closer and closer to the stair well. Right at the top of the stairs is the only non squeak stair.
When Darcy was younger, about 11, she would sit on the top of the stairs and play a game with herself, the object of it was to try and hear what was going on in the kitchen below. She could only ever go to the top of the stairs and listen, she knew that, but every time she was there she had a sudden ourg to go one step closer to the scene. Every time she tried, she always got caught by the creeking, then just when the grown ups were getting to the good stuff they would get quiet and start to talk about something boring.
Now the place of the stair well belonged to her younger brother Peter. Now he had the joy of making mischief and being terribly annoying. He was a little younger then Darcy was when she played the game, he was 10 and had the annoying little brother job down.
 

 

 

October 7, 2007

 

I always knew there was something strang about his sister. She always seemed to creep back into the corner of the room and disapear. When I would have sleep overs with him i was never aloud to go into her room, or sometimes even see her on certain nights. She was always just some odd ball in the background, someone even the nicest kid in class didn't really want to make aquanauts with. Or even have eye contact. She always seemed to know the strangest “facts” about made up creatures, but not the sweet unicorns or super powered princesses. It was always about gruesome monserts, and where wolfs that eat human flesh. But her favorite one to share for show and tell was about a creature that would only come out in the night and lurk around in the dark, leave “foot prints” that looked like mashed up fruit. And where ever those foot prints were found, someone was missing. Yeah, that girl was never right.

 

 

October 8, 2007

It all began when i went to the drug store to buy a box of aloe free Kleenex. My five year old cousin had an awful cold and in about one day she went through three boxes of Kleenex. Anyway, when i got to the drug store i found the Kleenexes and went to go ring it up. But instead of a greasy teenager at the cahse register, there was a pirate! Not just any pirate but a pirate eating a pickle, and watching Toot Toot the Fire Truck. All i wanted to do was ring up, so i said nothing. When i tried to talk to him he replied with, “Stop! Do not interrupt my show of Toot Toot the Fire Truck! Or I'll hit you with my elephant!” So I tried again but got the same answer but more rudely. I was getting upset and just wanted the Kleenex box. So I smashed the TV with a near by grill scraper and walked out.

And yes I went to anger management class after that.

 

 

October 9, 2007

It was a regular thursday afternoon. Wake up to mom tapping on my door and telling me to wake up, rolling out of bed about 20 minutes after, getting changed and always, ALWAYS, cheching on my little kitten Olive. she was a calico kitten that was lost on the side of the road, coated in mud and hungry. now she is all preemed up in a little vest and sleeps in a little basket right at the foot of my bed.

After the boring day of school, and tireing soccer practice with stinky mc stink stink Kaitlyn. she's the one that dumps on everyone even if you are just sitting there reading. But in soccer practice the minute you miss that shot or don't trap that ball you were done for. now she was one of the best soccer players on the team and here i was just doing it for fun while this was a life style for everyone else. anyway that's way off the subject.

So i came home after soccer and school showered up ate dinner and checked on my angle. But she was gone, sometimes she wonders off out of her basket, but never out of my room. besides we don't let here, at least not yet. I also had a rather large pup named Jacpues, everyone calls him a monster or a vishus dog but he's just really excited to see people. I mean come on who wouldn't if you live up on a hill surrounded by trees. So that was why she never goes out of my room.

Now i'm looking all over the place trying to find Olive. my room is usualy trashed anyway but now all of my cloths, ALL OF MY CLOTHS are thrown on the floor, my bed and desk. i finaly found a little something of a clue. her vest thrown on the floor next to a note.

 

 

October 10, 2007

Magna Carta ll

1.Very slow

2.Boring

3. Has all facts and over welms the actual storie

4. Gorey

5. Stories like Eragon that are too over welming

6. The Hobbit

7. Not enough humor, but not lame humor

8. Biography of really old boring people

9. books on polotics

10. Planet books

 

 

 

October 11, 2007

"Now how do you feel about this?" Asked the siciastrist.

"HOW DO I FEEL! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL? MY DOG IS TALKING TO ME! MY DOG, MY LITTLE YELLOW LAB NAMED JACQUES IS TALKNING TO ME!" i replyed calmly back.

"Okay, well then what did he say?"

"Well I'll TRY not to sound crazy but i don't think that's posible. anyway, i came home from school and sat down on the dinning room table to do some homework. as i was opening my books i noticed Jacques was there looking out the window. you got me so far?"

"Yes, nothing abnormal about that." she replied.

"Okay, now he's not allowed in there so i simple said, "Jacques, out." and the darn dog started to talk! I mean what the heck! why is a dog talking to me!?"

the siciatrist looked at me as if i was a 14 year old in a first grade class." Well what did he say?"

"he looked at me and then said well maybe i don't want to do that u hairless creature! i didn't know what to say to that and so i just looked at him. then he said, " Look i can talk we both know that now so would u stop sitting there with your trap wide open?"

then i said, "well why now do u talk? howcome beafore when we first got u you didn't talk? huh, explain that one!"

"simple, i was a pup! u cant talk when ur a what do u call it....naked small crying....baby! there we go."

"ok so what do you have to say?"

"well here's the thing, now that i'm starting to get scrapes of your food i don't want any of my regular food. i mean come on i can barly call it regular, that stuff is soooo stail i can't stand it. another thing, that cat who hangs around here, would you tell here to stop hitting me with her claws? It really damages my noes. am i missing anything.... oh yea i do like the place i sleep."

"In the mud room?"

"NO not that, you actualy think that i, Jacques, would sleep in there? Please, i sleep in the basement on the couch!"

then suddenly a car pulled up, it was my mom.

"Listen toots i got to go but can you diliver my message to the cat please, thanks!"

 

and that's what happened.

 

 

October 15, 2007

I want the person who reads my novel to remember the detail, content and what the characters do and how they act. I want the reader to feel as though they had just watched a movie and really feel either spooked, if it's a scary novel or they were there in the story. I want my stroie to affect my reader by making he or she to, like i said be spooked, or if my storie was about a coragues person then i want the reader to feel motavated to do something to help. or just do something.

 

 

October 16, 2007

One scene i could include in my novel would be when......Lucia, Sam and Ben are traped in a haunted house. they can leave when ever they want to but there is a kind of ghost family that lives in the house.  the ghosts are always blocking the way out or one of the family members are trying to kill or hurt them. in one scene Lucia meets Ann, one of the gohsts:

 

I raced up the stairs, sprinted into the neerest room and slamed the door shut. I could finaly catch my breath, i couldn't belive what i had just seen or what i had just been through. I had lost my friends in some kind of freek show house, and was just being chased by one of the "ghosts" yea i was doing all right. I started to recollect my thoughts about what was going on, once i was done that i started to observ the room i was standing in. it was a grayish color, (like the rest of the house) with spider cobwebs on book shelfs and old lamps. the creeking wood floor had scrapes and marks and the room was empty and bare. only two book shelfs, one lamp and a small little bed was in the creepy room. I started to walk over to the bed, thinking that i could use a nap, as i sat down i saw some stuffed animals neatly lined up agenst the bed posts. i started to pick one up when i heard some one start to yell my name, then a sudden gust of wind.

 

 

October 22, 2007

My favorite book would have to be......Flush by Carl Hessin.(i don't know how to spell his name) It's about this kid who's dad get's in all types of trouble with the police about the enviorment. he went to jail one time for damaging(sinking) a very welthy ship, because the person running the ship was poluting the water. then the dad's kid find's out and finishes what the dad started. he gets his friends to help him sink the boat again and gets the police to see what the boat was dumping into the lake. While he trys to do this many funny sictuations accor. like when he dumps dye into the toilets so that when the boat dumps that into the lake the cops will see it. he gets traped in the toilet room and it's just rly funny! hehe!

 

 

 

 

 


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