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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.
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