Jean and I examined the building, it was old and boarded up but looked sturdy. We heard muffled voices coming from inside. What on earth could be going on in there? I began to read the graffiti on the building. Most of it was the normal vulgar name calling but something caught my eye. In bright big red letters it stated Fun home. -story idea #2
Monday- a little girl with long strawberry blonde hair, who is lively and joyous, always smilling.
Tuesday- a man in his 40s, he's the gut that's always at the country club.
Wednesday- the overly scheduled mother with 3 kids and two jobs. Stressed but never let's it show.
Thursday- A boy around 12 or 13 tries to act "cool" but everyone thinks he's a jerk
Friday- The 21 year old college student
Not the brightest and is semi reckless
Saturday- the 16 year old girl with purple hair and snakebites her appearance may seem wild and crazy but she prefers to stay home with a good book.
Sunday- an old man with deep wrinkles and ancient eyes he's gruff and speaks his mind.
"Turn around." I jumped at the voice behind me. I lowered the duffel bag in my hand and slowly raised my hands above my head. I felt a small pistol rest against the back of my head. I slowly turned and looked into the unforgiving eyes of my step father. He sneered once he saw my face, "what do you think you're doing in my house?" I felt my fists tighten. "This was never your house. It belongs to my Father." Charles tipped his head back and laughed. "He died eleven years ago the old bat." He smoothed my hair "I'm your father now." I tasted blood in my mouth I hadn't realized I had been bitting my tongue. I ducked under his arm and elbowed him hard in the ribs. He tipped over holding his side. I tool my chance and dashed down the hall leading into the twins room. I threw myself inside and began barricading the door. -Taken from a story idea I have.
Log: 6/21
She was definitely beautiful but not in the traditional sense. She was different and that's what made her special. Her arms where covered in odd markings that where dull and soft. She had long chestnut brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. Her hazel eyes full of warmth and mystery. Her boddess covered in shiny multicolored shells as well as several shiny pearls. Now here is where things get... complicated. She has a tail, a fin more like and it's the most brilliant blue you've ever seen. Something about this girl is magic the way she holds herself and speaks. It makes you want to know everything about her, to listen to her stories and tales for hours. I hope I see her again.
~Captain Lawrence
Dear Best friend,
When we first met I honestly didn't know how important you would be to me. I thought my mother was crazy thinking I could get along with someone who was so outgoing and loud (in a good way) while I on the other hand was silent and reserved . Little did I know that a year later we would be best friends, and to this day be the strongest relationship I've ever had. They aren't kidding when they say opposites attract. Sure we have similarities but on our own we are as different as day light and dark and I find that fasinating. Thank you for being with me this hectic year, thank you for still loving me even after you see my flaws. Thank you for supporting me in everything I do. Thank you for being you.
