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Monday, December 7, 2009
WEEK 14
Hi! My anme is Ann and I am a twelve year old orphan. My parents left me on the doorstep of this nunnery in 1908. The nuns suspect I was born July 8. 1908 because I look like I was few days old. I hate that they left me on the doorstep of this awful place we get treated like scum. I’m only twelve and I can wait until I can leave this orphanage. The nuns take advantage of their position. Sister Maggie is one of them. Don’t cross her path unless you want the strap to your bottom. She is the meanest nun in here. I think she hates children. She sure does act like it. She never smiles and she always had a mean look in her eyes that will make a bird run away. I heard that she kill a rabbit for no reason. She is a nun! How can someone be that cold-hearted?
I live in a small room with my two best friends in the world!! Sarah and Emily are the best they kept me alive when I got punish my Sister Maggie. I could eat food for a week and they use to sneak food into our room.
“Ann how are you today?” I look up it was Sara she is walking toward me with grace that would put the rich to same. She is fifteen and she taught me how to act and walk. Her blonde hair is always in a ponytail, but when we have lunch social with the other girls in the nunnery she wears her hair in curls.
“I’m fine. I just feel like today is going to be a bad day.” I put my hand through my black curly hair. It got tangle in my hair. I hate my hair and the mass of knots that it produces. I try combing it but it doesn’t help.
“Everything is going to be o.k. don’t worry about.” Sarah is my voice of reason, but it’s not.
I walk to my room and I see Sister Maggie heading towards my way with a determine look on her face. I can’t believe this she is going to tell me to do something.
“Where are you going Ann?”
“I am going to the chapel to pray.” I said lying to her. I hope god can understand.
“That’s a lie. You’re not going to Chapel. You haven’t been to chapel all this week , and now all of something you want to go to chapel? Where are you really going?”
I look at Sister Maggie she could make anyone tell the truth. I sigh and I look up at her with sad eyes. I will try to see if by sad face will get em out of this situation.
“Sister Maggie. How can you accuse me of something I didn’t do? I want to go pray. I want to go ask God to forgive me for not praying to him all this week.” I said quietly like a little child.
“Yeah well I want you to do something for me. Come to my office.” I didn’t want to go, but I had to go. I hate doing what she says. We walk down the long hallway where her office is. It smells of roses, and vanilla. It is a interesting fragrance.
“Sit down Ann. I have to talk to you. “ I sit down in her a chair that has a pillow on top of it. It awkward sitting down.
“Ann you’ve been here since you where a baby. You’ve grew up in these halls and filled them with laughter, and sometimes troublesome antics. Now it’s time for you to get a surprise.”
What is she talking about? Why is she acting nice to me all of sudden? It has got to be a trick.
“We have just found out that a nice couple in Chicago wants to adopt you.” I stood up in my chair with a look of surprise plaster on my face.
“What!” That is all I could say. I can’t believe I’m getting adopted.
I live in a small room with my two best friends in the world!! Sarah and Emily are the best they kept me alive when I got punish my Sister Maggie. I could eat food for a week and they use to sneak food into our room.
“Ann how are you today?” I look up it was Sara she is walking toward me with grace that would put the rich to same. She is fifteen and she taught me how to act and walk. Her blonde hair is always in a ponytail, but when we have lunch social with the other girls in the nunnery she wears her hair in curls.
“I’m fine. I just feel like today is going to be a bad day.” I put my hand through my black curly hair. It got tangle in my hair. I hate my hair and the mass of knots that it produces. I try combing it but it doesn’t help.
“Everything is going to be o.k. don’t worry about.” Sarah is my voice of reason, but it’s not.
I walk to my room and I see Sister Maggie heading towards my way with a determine look on her face. I can’t believe this she is going to tell me to do something.
“Where are you going Ann?”
“I am going to the chapel to pray.” I said lying to her. I hope god can understand.
“That’s a lie. You’re not going to Chapel. You haven’t been to chapel all this week , and now all of something you want to go to chapel? Where are you really going?”
I look at Sister Maggie she could make anyone tell the truth. I sigh and I look up at her with sad eyes. I will try to see if by sad face will get em out of this situation.
“Sister Maggie. How can you accuse me of something I didn’t do? I want to go pray. I want to go ask God to forgive me for not praying to him all this week.” I said quietly like a little child.
“Yeah well I want you to do something for me. Come to my office.” I didn’t want to go, but I had to go. I hate doing what she says. We walk down the long hallway where her office is. It smells of roses, and vanilla. It is a interesting fragrance.
“Sit down Ann. I have to talk to you. “ I sit down in her a chair that has a pillow on top of it. It awkward sitting down.
“Ann you’ve been here since you where a baby. You’ve grew up in these halls and filled them with laughter, and sometimes troublesome antics. Now it’s time for you to get a surprise.”
What is she talking about? Why is she acting nice to me all of sudden? It has got to be a trick.
“We have just found out that a nice couple in Chicago wants to adopt you.” I stood up in my chair with a look of surprise plaster on my face.
“What!” That is all I could say. I can’t believe I’m getting adopted.
WEEK 13
I think this right
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my heart is beating fast and i can't stop this feeling that I have. Something is going to go wrong tonight and I can't help this feeling. Hi my name is Miranda Townsgrove, and I am a certified jewel thief. I have robbed many stores of their precious jewels and museums of their ancient jewels as well. I had to take a hiatus because of my last operation I did. You want to know what happen? Well it all started one night while I was at this club.
*****
"Are you Miranda?" I look at him-this handsome man that came up to me. He is smiling and a suit that depict his status. A status that said he was rich enough to afford anything and anyone for that matter.
"Yes I am. Who are you? I haven't seen you in here before. Do you have a name?" I walk up to him and put my manicure hand on his arm. I look down and I could see that his hand is tan. I look at his face and his eyes were a startling blue in color, and his blonde hair is part to the side. I like blondes especially the ones that look like models. This stranger rubs his hands in his hair and smile at me.
"My name is John. John O'Reily. I am the owner of O'Reily Hotels and I would like you to come and join me in the V.I.P. Room upstairs I would like to talk to you." I look at him and I gave him a smile that could melt butter. I like a guy who can tell me his name and title in one sentence. I took a sip of my drink and I follow Mr. O'Reily to the V.I.P. Room. We pass by people in the club who was dancing to some rock music. I hate nightclubs but it gives me peace of mind to be here. I like the music and the vibrations that distract me from the jobs that I get paid to do. I always go to clubs after I rob banks, or stores. It depends on the job, but it always the same. I rob a store and I come to any club in the vicinity. I know it's risky but I like the thrill of being here and almost getting caught. I love the excitement in the air and the thrill of having to change clothes in a rush. I am getting good at changing my clothes. I can go from being a red-head to a blonde within five seconds. If that isn’t a record I don’t know what is.
As we pass by two bodyguards my eye caught a reflection that pass behind me. I couldn’t tell who it was but, it look like a guy dress in black but I couldn't make the reflection out. I ignore it and I walk upstairs. The path was open and there was a picture on the wall of a sexual deity. I made my way upstairs and I take my seat on a sofa made of velvet. He sat by me and he pour wine in two glasses and he gave me one. I like wine it is my weakness, but I don't drink it. I had too many drinks tonight and I want to be sober when I walk back home.
"Miranda I take it you’re wondering why I ask you to come here." He looks at me with wonder in his eyes. It's bad enough that he is looking at my chest while he asks me that question, but I'm not wondering he might have heard of my reputation. How else is he suppose to know my name. I deal with different people on a daily basis but I tell them to keep what I do under wraps.
"No I do not, but I know what you're thinking. You want me to do a job for you. I'm right aren't I?" He laughs. It's deep and has sex appeal to it. It sent shivers down my spine.
"Mr. O'Reily you're not my usual customer I get. Why are you asking me to do a job for you? You run a hotel business, and a very successful one. Why would you want me to steal dimonds for you?" I already know it has to be diamonds because that is the request I always get. Mr. O’Reily shifts in his seat uncomfortably by me asking him these questions.
"It's not dimonds that I want you to steal. It's a valuable art piece from a museum in New York."
"New York? That's out of my job district." He must be kidding. I can't travel to New York. Even though I live in Chicago I will not go to New York. Nothing can make me go there.
"I will pay you handsomely. The sum will be of one hundred thousand dollars." I sip the glass of wine at the same time he said those words. I start to choke on my wine.
"One…. Hundred… thousand… dollars..?"
"As you can see I will pay you that much. The piece has value for me. It’s an art piece that belong to my family for generations and we donated the art piece to the New York museum a year ago. We told them that we are lending the piece and not giving it to them. I watch him as his expression took on a deeper sadness.
"Why aren't they giving you your piece back?" I look at him my body lending toward him. I was not trying to lend in too close because the dress I had was cut low in the middle and my breasts would be showing.
"They said that we sign documents stating that we were giving it to them, but we didn't. We specifically told the curator that the piece was a loan and we wanted it back after the end of its term. Last week we went to New York thinking that we were going to get the piece but no luck they turn us down. They said it was theirs. We tried calling lawyers but they said that the papers were legit and that it was our fault that we didn't we read the documents carefully." He bangs his fist on the table and it surprises me. The table chip and crack from the bang.
"Miranda I will take care of all the preparations you need. I will pay for your plane ticket and the hotel room in New York. I will give you a number that will have an untraceable number to my phone. I will call you periodically to see how you’re doing."
I look at him and I couldn't get a word in. He expects me to go with it. It’s tempting to do this job. My head hurts and it’s not from the information given to me. It’s from the bobby pins in my hair. I take them out and let my black hair fall on my shoulders. He looks at me in awe I can do that to any guy.
"I guess I will have to do this job since you're paying for it. I will leave tomorrow so I hope you can get a ticket." He look surprise, and he stammer.
“I… need… to….” He is surprise I can see that . His mouth drops open.
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my heart is beating fast and i can't stop this feeling that I have. Something is going to go wrong tonight and I can't help this feeling. Hi my name is Miranda Townsgrove, and I am a certified jewel thief. I have robbed many stores of their precious jewels and museums of their ancient jewels as well. I had to take a hiatus because of my last operation I did. You want to know what happen? Well it all started one night while I was at this club.
*****
"Are you Miranda?" I look at him-this handsome man that came up to me. He is smiling and a suit that depict his status. A status that said he was rich enough to afford anything and anyone for that matter.
"Yes I am. Who are you? I haven't seen you in here before. Do you have a name?" I walk up to him and put my manicure hand on his arm. I look down and I could see that his hand is tan. I look at his face and his eyes were a startling blue in color, and his blonde hair is part to the side. I like blondes especially the ones that look like models. This stranger rubs his hands in his hair and smile at me.
"My name is John. John O'Reily. I am the owner of O'Reily Hotels and I would like you to come and join me in the V.I.P. Room upstairs I would like to talk to you." I look at him and I gave him a smile that could melt butter. I like a guy who can tell me his name and title in one sentence. I took a sip of my drink and I follow Mr. O'Reily to the V.I.P. Room. We pass by people in the club who was dancing to some rock music. I hate nightclubs but it gives me peace of mind to be here. I like the music and the vibrations that distract me from the jobs that I get paid to do. I always go to clubs after I rob banks, or stores. It depends on the job, but it always the same. I rob a store and I come to any club in the vicinity. I know it's risky but I like the thrill of being here and almost getting caught. I love the excitement in the air and the thrill of having to change clothes in a rush. I am getting good at changing my clothes. I can go from being a red-head to a blonde within five seconds. If that isn’t a record I don’t know what is.
As we pass by two bodyguards my eye caught a reflection that pass behind me. I couldn’t tell who it was but, it look like a guy dress in black but I couldn't make the reflection out. I ignore it and I walk upstairs. The path was open and there was a picture on the wall of a sexual deity. I made my way upstairs and I take my seat on a sofa made of velvet. He sat by me and he pour wine in two glasses and he gave me one. I like wine it is my weakness, but I don't drink it. I had too many drinks tonight and I want to be sober when I walk back home.
"Miranda I take it you’re wondering why I ask you to come here." He looks at me with wonder in his eyes. It's bad enough that he is looking at my chest while he asks me that question, but I'm not wondering he might have heard of my reputation. How else is he suppose to know my name. I deal with different people on a daily basis but I tell them to keep what I do under wraps.
"No I do not, but I know what you're thinking. You want me to do a job for you. I'm right aren't I?" He laughs. It's deep and has sex appeal to it. It sent shivers down my spine.
"Mr. O'Reily you're not my usual customer I get. Why are you asking me to do a job for you? You run a hotel business, and a very successful one. Why would you want me to steal dimonds for you?" I already know it has to be diamonds because that is the request I always get. Mr. O’Reily shifts in his seat uncomfortably by me asking him these questions.
"It's not dimonds that I want you to steal. It's a valuable art piece from a museum in New York."
"New York? That's out of my job district." He must be kidding. I can't travel to New York. Even though I live in Chicago I will not go to New York. Nothing can make me go there.
"I will pay you handsomely. The sum will be of one hundred thousand dollars." I sip the glass of wine at the same time he said those words. I start to choke on my wine.
"One…. Hundred… thousand… dollars..?"
"As you can see I will pay you that much. The piece has value for me. It’s an art piece that belong to my family for generations and we donated the art piece to the New York museum a year ago. We told them that we are lending the piece and not giving it to them. I watch him as his expression took on a deeper sadness.
"Why aren't they giving you your piece back?" I look at him my body lending toward him. I was not trying to lend in too close because the dress I had was cut low in the middle and my breasts would be showing.
"They said that we sign documents stating that we were giving it to them, but we didn't. We specifically told the curator that the piece was a loan and we wanted it back after the end of its term. Last week we went to New York thinking that we were going to get the piece but no luck they turn us down. They said it was theirs. We tried calling lawyers but they said that the papers were legit and that it was our fault that we didn't we read the documents carefully." He bangs his fist on the table and it surprises me. The table chip and crack from the bang.
"Miranda I will take care of all the preparations you need. I will pay for your plane ticket and the hotel room in New York. I will give you a number that will have an untraceable number to my phone. I will call you periodically to see how you’re doing."
I look at him and I couldn't get a word in. He expects me to go with it. It’s tempting to do this job. My head hurts and it’s not from the information given to me. It’s from the bobby pins in my hair. I take them out and let my black hair fall on my shoulders. He looks at me in awe I can do that to any guy.
"I guess I will have to do this job since you're paying for it. I will leave tomorrow so I hope you can get a ticket." He look surprise, and he stammer.
“I… need… to….” He is surprise I can see that . His mouth drops open.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
week 12
my heart is beating fast and i can't stop this feeling that I have. Something is going to go wrong tonight and I can't help this feeling. Hi my name is Miranda Townsgrove, and I am a certified jewel thief. i have robbed many stores of their precious jewels and museums of their ancient jewels as well. I had to take an hiatus because of my last operation I did. You want to know what happen? Well it all started one night while I was at this club.
"Are you Miranda?" I look at him this handsome man that came up to me. He is wearing a smile and had on a nice suit that depict his status. A status that said he was rich enough to afford anything and anyone for that matter.
"Yes I am. Who are you? I haven't seen you in here before. Do you have a name?" I walk up to him and put my manicure hand on his arm. I look down and I could see that his hand is tan. I look at his face and his eyes was a startling blue in color, and his blonde hair had a part to the side. I like blondes especially the ones that look like models. this stranger rub his hands in his hair and smile at me.
"My name is John. John O'Reily. I am the owner of O'Reily Hotels and I would like you to come and join me in the V.I.P. Room upstairs I would like to talk to you." I look at him and I gave him a smile that could melt butter. I like a guy who can tell me his name and title in one sentence. I follow Mr. O'Reily to the V.I.P. Room. We pass by people in the club who was dancing to some rock music that I hate. I hate nightclubs but it give me peace of mind to be here. I like the music and the vibrations that distract me from the jobs that I get paid to do. I always go to clubs after I rob banks, or stores. It depends on the job, but it always the same. I rob a store and I come to any club in the vicinity. I know it's risky but I like the thrill of being here and almost getting caught.
As we pass by two bodyguards my eye caught a reflecting that pass from behind me It look like a guy dress in black but I couldn't make the reflection out. I ignore it and I walk upstairs. The path was open and there was pictures on the wall of sexual deities. It makes me wonder what really go on in the room. I made my way upstairs and I take my seat its on a sofa made of velvet. He sat by me and he pour wine in two glasses and he gave me one. I like wine it is my weakness, but I don't drink it. I had too many drinks tonight and I want to be sober when I walk back home.
"Miranda I take it your wondering why I ask you to come here." He looks at me with wonder in his eyes. It's bad enough that he is looking at my chest while he ask me that question, but I'm not wondering he might have hear of my reputation. How else is he suppose to know my name. I deal with different people on a daily basis but I tell them to keep what I do under wraps.
"No I have not, but I know what you're thinking. You want me to do a job for you. I'm right aren't I?" He laughs. It's deep and has sex appeal to it. It sent shivers down my spine.
I talk again. "Mr. O'Reily you're not my usual customers I get. Why are you asking me to do a job for you? You run a hotel business, and a very successful one. Why would you want me to steal dimonds for you?"
"It's not dimonds that I want you to steal. It's a valuable art piece from a mesuem in New York."
"New York? That's out of my job district." He must be kidding. I can't travel to New York. Even through I live in Chicago I will not go to New York. Nothing can make me go their.
"I will pay you handsomely. The sum will be of one hundred thousand dollars." I sip the glass of wine at the same time he said those words. I start to choke on my wine.
"One hundred thousand dollars?"
"As you can see I will pay you that much. The piece has value for me. Its an art piece that belong to my family for generations and we donated the art piece to the New York museum a year ago. We told them that we are lending the piece and not giving it to them. I watch him as his expression took on a deeper sadness.
"Why aren't they giving you your piece back?" I look at him my body lending toward him. I was not trying to lend in too close because the dress I had was cut low in the middle and my breasts would be showing.
"They said that we sign documents stating that we were giving it to them, but we didn't. We specifically told the curator that the piece was a loan and we wanted it back after the end of its term. Last week we went to New York thinking that we were going to get the piece but no luck they turn us down. They said it was theirs. We tried calling lawyers but they said that the papers were legit and that it was our fault that we didn't we read the documents carefully." He bang his fist on the table and it surprise me.
"Miranda I will take care of all the preparations you need. I will pay for your plane ticket and the hotel room in New York. I will give you a number that will link to an untraceable number to my phone. I will call you periodically to see how youre doing."
I look at him and I couldn't get a word in. He expect me to go with it. it's tempting to do this job. My head hurts and its not from the information giving to me. Its from the bobby pins in my hair. I take them out and let my black hair fall on my shoulders. He looks at me in awe I can do that to any guy. Well except close family memebers.
"I guess I will have to do this job since you're paying for it. I will leave tommorow so I hope you can get a ticket." He look surprise, and he stammer.
"Mr. O'Reily close your mouth and get a drink I will be leaving tommorow and i want the email confirmation by midnight tonight. you have two hours before midnight so get on it. If I don't have that email by midnight I'm guessing you don't want my help." I pick you a napkin and took a pen ouy of my purse. I wrote down my email and gave it to him. He look at me with surprise. I walk away. I hate talking. I like doing and I will leave him to what needs to be done.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A Little Cafe
week9
“Michelle you know Halloween is coming up?”
“So what. I don’t like Halloween.” Dean move closer to her face.
“My mom birthday is on Halloween, and I am going to visit her on that day. I want to know if you would like to come with me.”
“Dean I barely know you and you want me to see your parents.”
“I know but I really like you and you know what…?” Michelle lean closer to him
“What?”
“I’m afraid of Halloween night.” Michelle burst out laughing.
“Michelle it’s not funny.” Michelle is in tears from crying so hard. Her back hair falls in her face.
“Yes. It. Is.” Michelle said between laughs.
“Michelle what are you afraid of?”
“What?”
“What are you afraid of?”
“I am not going to answer that one.”
“Ahh come on Michelle.” He gave her the puppy dog look.”
“Don’t give me that look, and I will answer a different question.” Michelle looks at him real hard.
“O.k. Let me see what question can I ask you?”
“Ohh I got it. What is the worst thing you ever done in your life?”
“The worst thing I’ve ever done.” Michelle thought about it.
“The worst thing I’ve ever done is steal a TV from a store with my older brother.”
“That’s impossible. No way that Is not true.”
“Yes it is. Don’t you know how easy it is to steal a TV?”
“What store?”
“I can’t say.”
“You can’t or won’t?”
“I won’t o.k. that was when I was fourteen.”
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We see Michelle and Dean in a café in Chicago she is drinking an espresso and he is having a croissant. They are old college friends and they are catching up on old times. They start off talking about what they did in college and how there lives are now. Then Dean changes the subject.“Michelle you know Halloween is coming up?”
“So what. I don’t like Halloween.” Dean move closer to her face.
“My mom birthday is on Halloween, and I am going to visit her on that day. I want to know if you would like to come with me.”
“Dean I barely know you and you want me to see your parents.”
“I know but I really like you and you know what…?” Michelle lean closer to him
“What?”
“I’m afraid of Halloween night.” Michelle burst out laughing.
“Michelle it’s not funny.” Michelle is in tears from crying so hard. Her back hair falls in her face.
“Yes. It. Is.” Michelle said between laughs.
“Michelle what are you afraid of?”
“What?”
“What are you afraid of?”
“I am not going to answer that one.”
“Ahh come on Michelle.” He gave her the puppy dog look.”
“Don’t give me that look, and I will answer a different question.” Michelle looks at him real hard.
“O.k. Let me see what question can I ask you?”
“Ohh I got it. What is the worst thing you ever done in your life?”
“The worst thing I’ve ever done.” Michelle thought about it.
“The worst thing I’ve ever done is steal a TV from a store with my older brother.”
“That’s impossible. No way that Is not true.”
“Yes it is. Don’t you know how easy it is to steal a TV?”
“What store?”
“I can’t say.”
“You can’t or won’t?”
“I won’t o.k. that was when I was fourteen.”
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Week 8- Explosion
They can't do this to me. They can't take my house away from me.
"You can't take my house."
"Yes we can ma'am. You bet your house and you lost. Now its mine to do as I please."
"You coward you are going to put an helpless old lady on the street. Wait until I get the news on this."
"Who would want to hear that sob story? A old lady put a bet on horses lose her house and now she is crying. Pathetic." Motley gave her a look the made the hardest of criminals freeze in place. He put his hand to his brow to block the sun rays.
"You are a mean old bastard, and I hate you." Greta yell at him. She is fifty years old and she didn't need this commotion. She had a stroke last year and she couldn't afford to have another one.
"I hate you too but a bet a bet. Now step aside for the nice moving people. There are going to take your stuff and put it in the truck and you can take it anywhere you want. As long as you are off the property by tonight.
"You damn bastard. Kiss my ass!"
"I already did ten years ago. Don't you remember?"
Greta yell at him for talking about that day.
"Don't bring up old memories. The past is the past. Let old memories stay buried with the dead."
"Let lies stay with dogs isn't that what we use to say?"
"O kiss it you old fool."
"I certainly will. you crazy cow."
"I rather be a mad cow than a crazy hatter." Greta told him.
"You still got it Greta I can give it to you. Your mouth is fouler than ever."
"You got the tough talkin' nasty mouth yourself. It's nastier than anybody in all of Tennessee."
"Whoo hoo. I miss are arguments."
"Hey boys you can put her stuff back into the house."
"Are you sure boss?"
"Yeah."
"Are we still getting paid for this?"
"Yeah you are."
"I miss you Motley."
"I miss you too Greta baby."
They can't do this to me. They can't take my house away from me.
"You can't take my house."
"Yes we can ma'am. You bet your house and you lost. Now its mine to do as I please."
"You coward you are going to put an helpless old lady on the street. Wait until I get the news on this."
"Who would want to hear that sob story? A old lady put a bet on horses lose her house and now she is crying. Pathetic." Motley gave her a look the made the hardest of criminals freeze in place. He put his hand to his brow to block the sun rays.
"You are a mean old bastard, and I hate you." Greta yell at him. She is fifty years old and she didn't need this commotion. She had a stroke last year and she couldn't afford to have another one.
"I hate you too but a bet a bet. Now step aside for the nice moving people. There are going to take your stuff and put it in the truck and you can take it anywhere you want. As long as you are off the property by tonight.
"You damn bastard. Kiss my ass!"
"I already did ten years ago. Don't you remember?"
Greta yell at him for talking about that day.
"Don't bring up old memories. The past is the past. Let old memories stay buried with the dead."
"Let lies stay with dogs isn't that what we use to say?"
"O kiss it you old fool."
"I certainly will. you crazy cow."
"I rather be a mad cow than a crazy hatter." Greta told him.
"You still got it Greta I can give it to you. Your mouth is fouler than ever."
"You got the tough talkin' nasty mouth yourself. It's nastier than anybody in all of Tennessee."
"Whoo hoo. I miss are arguments."
"Hey boys you can put her stuff back into the house."
"Are you sure boss?"
"Yeah."
"Are we still getting paid for this?"
"Yeah you are."
"I miss you Motley."
"I miss you too Greta baby."
The Glass Of Water
Week 8
Mitchell stop doing homework and felt thirsty. He was thirsty for water. Every fiber in his being was thirsty for water. He have to get a glass of water. He stop doing homework and got up from his desk. He put a pair of sweats because his mom didn't like him to walk around the house in his boxers. He left his room and made it down the hall. All he had to do was turn left and he will be in the kitchen.
"Mitchell come here I need you to do some chores for me." His mom call out to him
"Mom I have to get some water to drink."
"No Mitchell you have to come do this for me first and then you can get some water."
"But Mom."
"No but me come into the garage right now or I will take away your cell phone and X-Box for a month."
Mitchell though to himself about how his mom couldn't ask one of his brothers to do the chore for her.
Mitchell made his way to the garage until his brother David stop him. David is nine and he act like he is five sometimes.
"David come and play with me. I want to beat you at Madden again." David look at Mitchell and smile a toothless smile.
"I can't right now David. Mom want me to help her in the garage."
"You promise me that you would play with me after you get done with homework."
"Well I'm not done with homework. I'm going to help mom with a chore and get some water. After I drink the water I will study, then I will come play with you."
"But you PROMISE!" David starts to cry.
"DAVID stop crying your brother has to do this for me. He will play with you later. Now go play with your X-Box."
"O.k. mom." David stop crying and leaves.
Mitchell walks into the garage and see his mom struggling to pull down a heavy box.
"No wonder why she couldn't ask Cody to help her." Mitchell thought to himself.
"Mom what are you doing?"
"I'm getting some boxes down because they have the Halloween items inside."
"Mom why can't you do this doing the weekend. I have to study for a test tomorrow."
"Stop complaining and help me."
Mitchell help his mom and it took a long time. He thought the boxes was going to take five minutes but his mom needed him to unpack the Halloween supplies in the living room. It took an hour and a half.
"Thanks sweetie your the best."
As Mitchell made his way to the kitchen his brother, Cody, stop him. Cody is fourteen year old and Mitchell is seventeen. They are not that far apart, and they get along fairly well.
"Bro I need to talk to you about this girl I'm seeing. She is hot, fine thang." Cody is also bad at picking the girls.
"Cody I can't talk to you right now. Can we talk later on tonight I really need to get a drink of water. "
"Bro it is an emergency of the highest extent. I'm going to take this girl on a date tonight and she is older than me."
Mitchell didn't want to get suck in but he had to ask.
"How old?"
"She is a senior, and I think you might know her."
Cody spark his interest but he really wants water. He felt like if he didn't have water he would die.
"What's her name?"
"It Karla." Mitchell hate Karla she is the school slut. There are rumors about her that may or may not be true.
"Why her? Why Karla?"
"She saw me. I saw her and we you know hit it off."
"Do you know the rumors about her?"
"Yeah I know about her and the rumors aren't true. She told me they were a lie." What you need to know about Cody is that he falls for ladies and there lies.
"You said you have a question what is it?"
"I want to know where to take her out it is my first date with her and I want to take her out somewhere nice."
"How about McDonald's?" Mitchell starts to laugh.
"Its not funny. I like her and hopefully she like me."
"That is a big hope."
"I heard that."
"I said it out loud oops."
"You not helping. I'm going to ask mom."
"O.k. by. I hope you have fun." Mitchell couldn't believe that his younger brother is going out with the school slut. Tomorrow I will have to talk to him.
Now about that water.
Mitchell made his way to the kitchen and grab a cup from the cabinet. He went to the refrigerator. and grab the water bottle.
In his head he is singing a water song.
"Oh water. how have I miss you. You are clear and cold. I love thee, Oh water. How I will drink you uuuuppp." He sings in his head.
He pours the water in the cup and sat down. He stares at the water for a long time. He takes his hands and feel the cold temperature of the cup.
"Mitchell!!" David comes in crying. Mitchell look at his brother and then look at his cup. He look at his brother again and thecup of water.
"What do you want David?"
"I have a an cut on my hand."
"What did you do?"
"I don't know how it got there. It just did." David came to Mitchell and show him his cut. It wasn't a deep cut, but Mitchell went to the medicine cabinet and got out a bandaide and Neosporin.
"I'm going to clean you up, and then you can go back to playing again."
Mitchell thought to himself that he would never get to that perfect glass of water.
"Here you go you're all fix up."
"Thanks Bro."
Mitchell went to the glass of cup and grab it and starts drinking it. It quench his thirst and the ice-cold water ran through his veins.
Mitchell stop doing homework and felt thirsty. He was thirsty for water. Every fiber in his being was thirsty for water. He have to get a glass of water. He stop doing homework and got up from his desk. He put a pair of sweats because his mom didn't like him to walk around the house in his boxers. He left his room and made it down the hall. All he had to do was turn left and he will be in the kitchen.
"Mitchell come here I need you to do some chores for me." His mom call out to him
"Mom I have to get some water to drink."
"No Mitchell you have to come do this for me first and then you can get some water."
"But Mom."
"No but me come into the garage right now or I will take away your cell phone and X-Box for a month."
Mitchell though to himself about how his mom couldn't ask one of his brothers to do the chore for her.
Mitchell made his way to the garage until his brother David stop him. David is nine and he act like he is five sometimes.
"David come and play with me. I want to beat you at Madden again." David look at Mitchell and smile a toothless smile.
"I can't right now David. Mom want me to help her in the garage."
"You promise me that you would play with me after you get done with homework."
"Well I'm not done with homework. I'm going to help mom with a chore and get some water. After I drink the water I will study, then I will come play with you."
"But you PROMISE!" David starts to cry.
"DAVID stop crying your brother has to do this for me. He will play with you later. Now go play with your X-Box."
"O.k. mom." David stop crying and leaves.
Mitchell walks into the garage and see his mom struggling to pull down a heavy box.
"No wonder why she couldn't ask Cody to help her." Mitchell thought to himself.
"Mom what are you doing?"
"I'm getting some boxes down because they have the Halloween items inside."
"Mom why can't you do this doing the weekend. I have to study for a test tomorrow."
"Stop complaining and help me."
Mitchell help his mom and it took a long time. He thought the boxes was going to take five minutes but his mom needed him to unpack the Halloween supplies in the living room. It took an hour and a half.
"Thanks sweetie your the best."
As Mitchell made his way to the kitchen his brother, Cody, stop him. Cody is fourteen year old and Mitchell is seventeen. They are not that far apart, and they get along fairly well.
"Bro I need to talk to you about this girl I'm seeing. She is hot, fine thang." Cody is also bad at picking the girls.
"Cody I can't talk to you right now. Can we talk later on tonight I really need to get a drink of water. "
"Bro it is an emergency of the highest extent. I'm going to take this girl on a date tonight and she is older than me."
Mitchell didn't want to get suck in but he had to ask.
"How old?"
"She is a senior, and I think you might know her."
Cody spark his interest but he really wants water. He felt like if he didn't have water he would die.
"What's her name?"
"It Karla." Mitchell hate Karla she is the school slut. There are rumors about her that may or may not be true.
"Why her? Why Karla?"
"She saw me. I saw her and we you know hit it off."
"Do you know the rumors about her?"
"Yeah I know about her and the rumors aren't true. She told me they were a lie." What you need to know about Cody is that he falls for ladies and there lies.
"You said you have a question what is it?"
"I want to know where to take her out it is my first date with her and I want to take her out somewhere nice."
"How about McDonald's?" Mitchell starts to laugh.
"Its not funny. I like her and hopefully she like me."
"That is a big hope."
"I heard that."
"I said it out loud oops."
"You not helping. I'm going to ask mom."
"O.k. by. I hope you have fun." Mitchell couldn't believe that his younger brother is going out with the school slut. Tomorrow I will have to talk to him.
Now about that water.
Mitchell made his way to the kitchen and grab a cup from the cabinet. He went to the refrigerator. and grab the water bottle.
In his head he is singing a water song.
"Oh water. how have I miss you. You are clear and cold. I love thee, Oh water. How I will drink you uuuuppp." He sings in his head.
He pours the water in the cup and sat down. He stares at the water for a long time. He takes his hands and feel the cold temperature of the cup.
"Mitchell!!" David comes in crying. Mitchell look at his brother and then look at his cup. He look at his brother again and thecup of water.
"What do you want David?"
"I have a an cut on my hand."
"What did you do?"
"I don't know how it got there. It just did." David came to Mitchell and show him his cut. It wasn't a deep cut, but Mitchell went to the medicine cabinet and got out a bandaide and Neosporin.
"I'm going to clean you up, and then you can go back to playing again."
Mitchell thought to himself that he would never get to that perfect glass of water.
"Here you go you're all fix up."
"Thanks Bro."
Mitchell went to the glass of cup and grab it and starts drinking it. It quench his thirst and the ice-cold water ran through his veins.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Week 7-The Heat of the Hike
Third level Dialogue
"Nikki I can't believe you talk me into going on this trip. I hate the woods and I hate hiking." Amanda said to her angerily.
"Amanda at the time it was a good idea, and it still is. You thought that hot teacher guy was coming." Amanda blush.
"I will admit it I thought he was coming, but now that he couldn't I am mad. I'm not a country girl. I am a city girl. I love shopping, getting my hair done, and manicures." Nikki ignore her complaints.
"Nikki are you listening to me? It's hot out here, and I bet it is over 100 degrees. I'm sweating like a construction working and my hair is out of place. I do not like this at all." Amanda made a point by pointing at her brown straight hair. It is out of place and fizzing. She look like a poodle.
"I am getting sick and tire of your compalints if you want to talk go to someone else. Oh wait you can't because we are the only people here! I don't need your fustrations taken out on me. We are here and we need to make the best of it." Nikki walk ahead of her. She is sick and tire of hearing Amanda's complaints.
"Nikki I am just saying. We are in the Montana Trail with noone around and somehow we got lost from our group."
"We got lost from our group because somebody over here had to pee and it took her forever to get it done."
"Nikki I had to pee and I wanted to find a comfortable spot. I didn't want to pee with animals and bugs around my sacred place." Amanda told Nikki.
"Well your sacred place was the one that got us in trouble and lost Amanda."
"You have the nerve you're the one who told me that you have a good sense of directions. 'follow me' you said. 'I know where we're going' yeah right you couldn't find a designer suit in the shopping mall even if it bit you."
"That is going too far. You have the nerve. All you think about is yourself and noone else. You go to college for free you treat your family like dirt and you don't care period. I thought you would change when you came along on this trip I guess you didn't."
"I hate you! I don't want to be friends anymore. You are a dumb person and the reason you hang out with me is because you like how rich I am."
"You can't say that because I known you even before your family got to be rich. When you dad got that raise and move up to the upper eastside you went crazy with money. I'm not fool and don't fool yourself. You can take the white girl out the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the white girl."
"That is a fuckin insult. If you want to box we can do it right here."
"I don't want to box with you. I am so over you stupidity. I am going to find a way out of these woods and if you want you can follow me and if you don't you can stay here. It doesn't matter."
Nikki walk off leaving Amanda to follow her.
Amanda stiood there watching Nikki walk off. It is night and on top of that it's cold. Amanda ran after her.
"I am sorry let's just make the best of it." Amanda apologize.
"Are you sure? I'm not going to take you whining and crying."
"I'm sure. It cold I'm dirty and you have the food." Nikki Laugh at that comment.
"O.k. lets go. I have the compass and it is pointing east so we are heading in the right direction." They walk off into the night.
"Nikki I can't believe you talk me into going on this trip. I hate the woods and I hate hiking." Amanda said to her angerily.
"Amanda at the time it was a good idea, and it still is. You thought that hot teacher guy was coming." Amanda blush.
"I will admit it I thought he was coming, but now that he couldn't I am mad. I'm not a country girl. I am a city girl. I love shopping, getting my hair done, and manicures." Nikki ignore her complaints.
"Nikki are you listening to me? It's hot out here, and I bet it is over 100 degrees. I'm sweating like a construction working and my hair is out of place. I do not like this at all." Amanda made a point by pointing at her brown straight hair. It is out of place and fizzing. She look like a poodle.
"I am getting sick and tire of your compalints if you want to talk go to someone else. Oh wait you can't because we are the only people here! I don't need your fustrations taken out on me. We are here and we need to make the best of it." Nikki walk ahead of her. She is sick and tire of hearing Amanda's complaints.
"Nikki I am just saying. We are in the Montana Trail with noone around and somehow we got lost from our group."
"We got lost from our group because somebody over here had to pee and it took her forever to get it done."
"Nikki I had to pee and I wanted to find a comfortable spot. I didn't want to pee with animals and bugs around my sacred place." Amanda told Nikki.
"Well your sacred place was the one that got us in trouble and lost Amanda."
"You have the nerve you're the one who told me that you have a good sense of directions. 'follow me' you said. 'I know where we're going' yeah right you couldn't find a designer suit in the shopping mall even if it bit you."
"That is going too far. You have the nerve. All you think about is yourself and noone else. You go to college for free you treat your family like dirt and you don't care period. I thought you would change when you came along on this trip I guess you didn't."
"I hate you! I don't want to be friends anymore. You are a dumb person and the reason you hang out with me is because you like how rich I am."
"You can't say that because I known you even before your family got to be rich. When you dad got that raise and move up to the upper eastside you went crazy with money. I'm not fool and don't fool yourself. You can take the white girl out the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out of the white girl."
"That is a fuckin insult. If you want to box we can do it right here."
"I don't want to box with you. I am so over you stupidity. I am going to find a way out of these woods and if you want you can follow me and if you don't you can stay here. It doesn't matter."
Nikki walk off leaving Amanda to follow her.
Amanda stiood there watching Nikki walk off. It is night and on top of that it's cold. Amanda ran after her.
"I am sorry let's just make the best of it." Amanda apologize.
"Are you sure? I'm not going to take you whining and crying."
"I'm sure. It cold I'm dirty and you have the food." Nikki Laugh at that comment.
"O.k. lets go. I have the compass and it is pointing east so we are heading in the right direction." They walk off into the night.
Week 7- There's a robber at the door
There is noise in the background that Kristina hears she is in her bedroom watching TV while her roommate is sleeping.
She runs to her roommate bedroom to wake her up.
"Sophie I hear a noise downstairs and it is by the front door. I think someone is trying to break in."
"Sophie wake up!" I start shaking her.
"Sophie I hear glass. I think he broke the window." Sophie wouldn't wake up so I smack her in the face. I know it's harsh but in this situation it is important.
"What Kristi?"
"Didn't you hear what I was saying. There is a robber DOWNSTAIRS!" Sophie would wake up when I had to yell at her.
"O.k. I'm up. Did you call the cops?"
"No I couldn't because my phone died. I need to use your phone."
"Kristi my phone is right by you it is on the bedside table." I grab the phone. Finally I can call the cops I hope I can get signal because we are in the middle of the woods.
"Kristi call the cops and I am going to get my .22 Caliber Pistol." Sophie runs into the closet while I call the cops. It is a good thing that she brought her gun with us on this trip. At first I didn't like the idea because we wouldn't need it but now I am thankful. While I call the cops Sophie went downstairs. I wish she would have waited for me but she like to do things her way. She is going to be a police officer, so I feel sort of safe. I hear Sophie go downstairs. It is quiet enough where you can hear anything in this house. Maybe it's because I have good hearing I don't know. I finally reach the cops and I tell them about the situation.
"We are sending the police. Stay where you are and don't do anything irrational." I hung up. The dispatch wants me to stay and be scare while my friend is downstairs defending us.
I walk to the stairs and I can see Sophie pull out her gun.
"Stop right there and put the files down. I have a gun and I know how to use it." I wish she wouldn't have to be a hero every time something goes wrong. The robber looks at Sophie and runs towards her and Sophie shoots at him. I am guessing a warning shot, but he didn't even phase. The robber punches Sophie in the face, and run to the back door. Sophie fell to the ground and I run downstairs to help her up.
"What happen? Where did the robber go?" Sophie ask me.
"He went out the back door. I can catch up to him an stop him before he is gone." I told Sophie that because I didn't want her going anywhere.
"Sophie you should stay here you have a bump on your head. We don't know if its a concussion or not." You should have seen Sophie's eyes. I thought she went mad.
"I am fine. I don't want that robber to leave with the files that he took from my house they're important. If I lose them my boss will fire me."
"What is in those files that you value so much?"
"I can't tell you all you need to know is there are important and we need to find them NOW!" Dang Sophie is really piss off. I get it they're important and it's up to me to get it or she will hang this over my head for a very long time.
"O.k. I will go, but I want you to stay here and wait for the police to come."
"If you are going you need to take my gun I don't want anything to happen to you. If something does happen to you I will regret that I let you leave the house." Aw how cute she does have emotions. I thought she is a cold-hearted woman, but she isn't. I took the gun and run to the backyard. I listen to see if I could hear any movement.
"We really need to get lights for the backyard."
I run into the forest at the same time I hear rustling in the bushes. I walk slowly to the bushes. I have to watch my footing because they're fallen tree branches on the ground an I can fall. I watch my steps and at the same time I cock the gun. I like the weight of it in my hands.
"WHO'S THERE?" I yell at the bush.
No one answer so I walk slowly to the bush hoping that the robber was there. The tension in the air is making my heart beat faster I can't take it. I reach for the bush and I jump back. It's a white rabbit with her babies.
"Oh my goodness you scare me." I let out a breath, but then I notice someone running away to the north forest.
"Hey stop robber!" I start running after the robber with every power in my being. You would have though that I run for a living because I am that fast. I jump over trees and past by a few animals that is in my way. I start shooting at the thief but my hits are not accurate enough to stop him.
I gain speed and I ran up to him and tackle him down like a football player. My brothers would be proud of me. It wasn't over he grab me and turn me over. He starts punching me, and I suspect that he want me to go unconscious. I put my hands up to my face to block his punches and it does me no good because I can still feel the pain. I want to be unconscious to get away from the pain, but I can't. I feel his punching stops and then he is force off of me. Their are policeman all around me. I can't believe it they came, and Sophie was beating the robber ass. The police is trying to pull her off of him, but it is no good.
I get up with the help of an EMT.
"I'm fine. SOPHIE! You can stop now. I'm fine."
"I know I'm just punching him to take out my frustrations."
A policeman came up to us and ask if the robber took anything.
"Yes he did he took important papers out of my den and I want them back. She reaches into his coat pocket and took out the important papers.
"They are all here thank goodness."
"Ma'am can I ask you what are in those papers." Sophie walk over to the policeman and gave him a look that would have melt chocolate.
"Mr. Policeman these are important papers that contain the instructions on how to create different worlds." She gave him another look and walk off. I wonder if that is the truth. Nothing surprises me about Sophie, but the policeman look dumbstruck.
She runs to her roommate bedroom to wake her up.
"Sophie I hear a noise downstairs and it is by the front door. I think someone is trying to break in."
"Sophie wake up!" I start shaking her.
"Sophie I hear glass. I think he broke the window." Sophie wouldn't wake up so I smack her in the face. I know it's harsh but in this situation it is important.
"What Kristi?"
"Didn't you hear what I was saying. There is a robber DOWNSTAIRS!" Sophie would wake up when I had to yell at her.
"O.k. I'm up. Did you call the cops?"
"No I couldn't because my phone died. I need to use your phone."
"Kristi my phone is right by you it is on the bedside table." I grab the phone. Finally I can call the cops I hope I can get signal because we are in the middle of the woods.
"Kristi call the cops and I am going to get my .22 Caliber Pistol." Sophie runs into the closet while I call the cops. It is a good thing that she brought her gun with us on this trip. At first I didn't like the idea because we wouldn't need it but now I am thankful. While I call the cops Sophie went downstairs. I wish she would have waited for me but she like to do things her way. She is going to be a police officer, so I feel sort of safe. I hear Sophie go downstairs. It is quiet enough where you can hear anything in this house. Maybe it's because I have good hearing I don't know. I finally reach the cops and I tell them about the situation.
"We are sending the police. Stay where you are and don't do anything irrational." I hung up. The dispatch wants me to stay and be scare while my friend is downstairs defending us.
I walk to the stairs and I can see Sophie pull out her gun.
"Stop right there and put the files down. I have a gun and I know how to use it." I wish she wouldn't have to be a hero every time something goes wrong. The robber looks at Sophie and runs towards her and Sophie shoots at him. I am guessing a warning shot, but he didn't even phase. The robber punches Sophie in the face, and run to the back door. Sophie fell to the ground and I run downstairs to help her up.
"What happen? Where did the robber go?" Sophie ask me.
"He went out the back door. I can catch up to him an stop him before he is gone." I told Sophie that because I didn't want her going anywhere.
"Sophie you should stay here you have a bump on your head. We don't know if its a concussion or not." You should have seen Sophie's eyes. I thought she went mad.
"I am fine. I don't want that robber to leave with the files that he took from my house they're important. If I lose them my boss will fire me."
"What is in those files that you value so much?"
"I can't tell you all you need to know is there are important and we need to find them NOW!" Dang Sophie is really piss off. I get it they're important and it's up to me to get it or she will hang this over my head for a very long time.
"O.k. I will go, but I want you to stay here and wait for the police to come."
"If you are going you need to take my gun I don't want anything to happen to you. If something does happen to you I will regret that I let you leave the house." Aw how cute she does have emotions. I thought she is a cold-hearted woman, but she isn't. I took the gun and run to the backyard. I listen to see if I could hear any movement.
"We really need to get lights for the backyard."
I run into the forest at the same time I hear rustling in the bushes. I walk slowly to the bushes. I have to watch my footing because they're fallen tree branches on the ground an I can fall. I watch my steps and at the same time I cock the gun. I like the weight of it in my hands.
"WHO'S THERE?" I yell at the bush.
No one answer so I walk slowly to the bush hoping that the robber was there. The tension in the air is making my heart beat faster I can't take it. I reach for the bush and I jump back. It's a white rabbit with her babies.
"Oh my goodness you scare me." I let out a breath, but then I notice someone running away to the north forest.
"Hey stop robber!" I start running after the robber with every power in my being. You would have though that I run for a living because I am that fast. I jump over trees and past by a few animals that is in my way. I start shooting at the thief but my hits are not accurate enough to stop him.
I gain speed and I ran up to him and tackle him down like a football player. My brothers would be proud of me. It wasn't over he grab me and turn me over. He starts punching me, and I suspect that he want me to go unconscious. I put my hands up to my face to block his punches and it does me no good because I can still feel the pain. I want to be unconscious to get away from the pain, but I can't. I feel his punching stops and then he is force off of me. Their are policeman all around me. I can't believe it they came, and Sophie was beating the robber ass. The police is trying to pull her off of him, but it is no good.
I get up with the help of an EMT.
"I'm fine. SOPHIE! You can stop now. I'm fine."
"I know I'm just punching him to take out my frustrations."
A policeman came up to us and ask if the robber took anything.
"Yes he did he took important papers out of my den and I want them back. She reaches into his coat pocket and took out the important papers.
"They are all here thank goodness."
"Ma'am can I ask you what are in those papers." Sophie walk over to the policeman and gave him a look that would have melt chocolate.
"Mr. Policeman these are important papers that contain the instructions on how to create different worlds." She gave him another look and walk off. I wonder if that is the truth. Nothing surprises me about Sophie, but the policeman look dumbstruck.
Week 6-Vistation Blog
"Did you hear? Mannie's coming in for vacation." Sarah told Kristy.
"WHAT! Not Mannie. I hate Uncle Mannie."
"Sarah every time he comes over for vacation he always have to ask us for money. I dislike having to give him money." Kristy told Sarah. Kristy went into the kitchen with Sarah and took out the roast for the family dinner tonight.
"Kristy don't be rude he is family and family sticks together. If you had hard times I will do my best to help you."
"I know Sarah." Grandmother Ruth came into the kitchen. She has a cane in her hand and she walk with a slight limp. Her white hair in curls fames her face .
"Hi grandmother. How are you?"
Ruth looks up and smile. "I'm fine dearie. It's smells wonderful in here. How's the food coming along? What are we having this evening?"
"Well we are having a roast, mash potatoes, greens, and for dessert it is pecan pie."
"That sounds delicious."
"Grandma I have a question for you? It is about Uncle Mannie." Kristy need to ask her grandmother about what to do with Uncle Mannie. Sarah left the room because she did not want to listen to their conversation.
"Uncle Mannie is coming over to visit and I have a feeling he is going to ask the family for money."
"The family dear or is it about you." Her grandmother peer into Kristy's eyes. Ruth is a smart woman and she knows everything about the family.
"Well yes it is about me I dislike giving him money, because he always ask me first and I am sick and tire of giving him." Kristy said angrily.
"You shouldn't be like that because if you help someone else out and give to them than you will have a reward of ten times the amount. If you don't it's your choice but you are being selfish." Her grandmother put her hand on her shoulder. Her slender hand shows her veins and wrinkles of her age.
"Kristy I may be eighty years old but I know when someone does not want to give anything at all. I know it is hard for you since you lost your job, but trust me if you give back you will get your money back plus extra. Trust me I know. I been there."
Kristy look at her grandmother. She hate it when her grandmother is right. Sarah came into the room and grab the mash potatoes.
"Kristy Uncle Mannie is here and he need to talk to you." Sarah went into the dining room and set the table with the food.
Kristy walk into the dining room slowly. She felt like a little girl again. Uncle Mannie walk up to her and gave her a hug.
"Hi Kristy. I have miss you." He smell of cheap cologne.
"I miss you too." Kristy said without enthusiasm.
"I need to talk to you alone before we start to eat."
I knew this was coming. Kristy said to herself. They walk to the living room and they sat down on the couch.
"I know what you're thinking but I'm not here to ask you for money." Kristy mouth drop.
"I am here for the total opposite. I am here to give you a present. I have been gone for three years and I have not told no one in our family. I have been traveling around the world for three years going to country after country. I have stayed in China for a year and I absolutely love it. I am here now to give you this." He took out a box from his bag, and put it on the table. It was wrapped in some gold foil and she was afraid to open it.
"Go ahead and open it. I have spent time looking for this and I know you like Dragons so I brought it." Kristy grab the box and open it. She reach in and she pull out a crystal dragon.
"Oh my goodness. I like it thank you Mannie."
"I know I have been a pain but I want to give you something. I want to make up for all the money you given me over the years." Kristy hug him and start to cry.
"Aw don't cry. You know how that make me feel."
"O.k. Uncle Mannie I will treasure it. Now lets go eat. I am hungry."
"O.k. lets go." they walk into the dining room and start to eat with the family.
"WHAT! Not Mannie. I hate Uncle Mannie."
"Sarah every time he comes over for vacation he always have to ask us for money. I dislike having to give him money." Kristy told Sarah. Kristy went into the kitchen with Sarah and took out the roast for the family dinner tonight.
"Kristy don't be rude he is family and family sticks together. If you had hard times I will do my best to help you."
"I know Sarah." Grandmother Ruth came into the kitchen. She has a cane in her hand and she walk with a slight limp. Her white hair in curls fames her face .
"Hi grandmother. How are you?"
Ruth looks up and smile. "I'm fine dearie. It's smells wonderful in here. How's the food coming along? What are we having this evening?"
"Well we are having a roast, mash potatoes, greens, and for dessert it is pecan pie."
"That sounds delicious."
"Grandma I have a question for you? It is about Uncle Mannie." Kristy need to ask her grandmother about what to do with Uncle Mannie. Sarah left the room because she did not want to listen to their conversation.
"Uncle Mannie is coming over to visit and I have a feeling he is going to ask the family for money."
"The family dear or is it about you." Her grandmother peer into Kristy's eyes. Ruth is a smart woman and she knows everything about the family.
"Well yes it is about me I dislike giving him money, because he always ask me first and I am sick and tire of giving him." Kristy said angrily.
"You shouldn't be like that because if you help someone else out and give to them than you will have a reward of ten times the amount. If you don't it's your choice but you are being selfish." Her grandmother put her hand on her shoulder. Her slender hand shows her veins and wrinkles of her age.
"Kristy I may be eighty years old but I know when someone does not want to give anything at all. I know it is hard for you since you lost your job, but trust me if you give back you will get your money back plus extra. Trust me I know. I been there."
Kristy look at her grandmother. She hate it when her grandmother is right. Sarah came into the room and grab the mash potatoes.
"Kristy Uncle Mannie is here and he need to talk to you." Sarah went into the dining room and set the table with the food.
Kristy walk into the dining room slowly. She felt like a little girl again. Uncle Mannie walk up to her and gave her a hug.
"Hi Kristy. I have miss you." He smell of cheap cologne.
"I miss you too." Kristy said without enthusiasm.
"I need to talk to you alone before we start to eat."
I knew this was coming. Kristy said to herself. They walk to the living room and they sat down on the couch.
"I know what you're thinking but I'm not here to ask you for money." Kristy mouth drop.
"I am here for the total opposite. I am here to give you a present. I have been gone for three years and I have not told no one in our family. I have been traveling around the world for three years going to country after country. I have stayed in China for a year and I absolutely love it. I am here now to give you this." He took out a box from his bag, and put it on the table. It was wrapped in some gold foil and she was afraid to open it.
"Go ahead and open it. I have spent time looking for this and I know you like Dragons so I brought it." Kristy grab the box and open it. She reach in and she pull out a crystal dragon.
"Oh my goodness. I like it thank you Mannie."
"I know I have been a pain but I want to give you something. I want to make up for all the money you given me over the years." Kristy hug him and start to cry.
"Aw don't cry. You know how that make me feel."
"O.k. Uncle Mannie I will treasure it. Now lets go eat. I am hungry."
"O.k. lets go." they walk into the dining room and start to eat with the family.
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