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| I am changing the name of Anna to Kim because people are presuming things that are not true. If you want to read my stories please don't assume that they relate to anything or anyone in my personal life. If you have constructive criticism I welcome that. But, if you are going to be unkind then please feel free to stop reading. I don't want to stop posting them, but I will if this keeps happening.
Today is Sunday. I am in my room getting dressed for church (which is difficult because my room is getting messy, I will have to clean it when I get home) when the phone rings. Jena, my foster mother who is really nice to me, answers the phone and says it is for me. Which is unusual because I hardly ever get calls especially on Sunday mornings. She hands me the phone, leaves, and shuts the door behind her.
"Who is it," I answered.
"Hi, its me Kim," I need a ride to church. Can you take me?"
Stunned realizing who it was, I answered, "Sure. When do you need me to pick you up?"
" In about fifteen minutes. If thats okay," she said.
"Sure, I will be there about eight fiftish," I said.
"Okay," she said, "See you then."
"See you then," I answered.
She hangs up and I find myself standing there for a minute, baffled at what just happened. Not the phone call, but my room, it is clean. I had just cleaned it while I was on the phone. I must have been completly oblivious while I was talking to Kim. Oh well, I thought, just one less thing I need to do when I get home.
When I opened my door I see a set of brown eyes and a big smile looking at me, it was Jena.
"Who was that," she said.
Feeling slightly embarresed I said, "Just a friend mom."
With a big smile, she said under her breath, "Mmmhhmm," as she walk off to get ready for church.
I go over to Kim's house I didn't even have to get out becaue she was waiting on the front porch. It takes about ten minutes to get over there. So on the way we talk about school, music, and other things to keep the conversation going.
When we arrive at the church we part ways, for we have different sunday morning classes.
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| Switching to First Person.
I was up in a tree, the only one in the yard, staring at the gleaming stars; when I heard the door opening then shutting behind someone. I also heard their footsteps walking around the tree I was in toward the deck on the other side of the yard. I could tell that it was Kim, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to, it was so peaceful with the chilly wind blowing through the tree making a soft wispering sound, just like the tree was trying to say something to me.
After a bit it got to cold to be up in the tree, so I climbed down and walked toward her. I didn't want to go inside because everything in there was to noisy. She was sitting on the ground with her back toward me up against a pole. Then I stopped and realized how peaceful it was. We were only about 45 feet away from the house and so many others, but we were so far away from civilization in our minds. She noticed me and invited me to sit next to her, so I did close enough to where I had to touch her to lean up on the other pole, but far enough away to feel comfortable.
We started to talk about the stars, but every now and then stop to enjoy them. After we had talked for awhile I realized how much we had in common. I was actually enjoying myself around another person I was not related to (which was weird for me because I was an introvert around others).
After talking for hours I had grown closer to someone than I have ever planed to for a good long while.. It was time to go when, what had seemed like we were just getting to know each other, we heard people leaving and we decided to leave too. Just before we got to the back door she said "Blake, thanks for keeping me company I really enjoyed it."
" Me too," I said. Then I got what I didn't expect to get, a friendly pat on the back, so I returned the jesture with a handshake.
Driving home I thought about all the events that had took place over the last hour or so. When I got home I wrote down in my Journal, something I do every night so if something was to happen to my thoughts I would have this to remember them by
Fri., Jan., 16 , 2006
Tonight I had the time of my life. I had gone out to Jake's house to chill out for the night. While I was stargazing I got to know this great girl named Kim. Something that I should have done a long time ago. I am also happy that in A few weeks will be my eighteenth birthday. I will finally be able to leave my foster family and look for my real parents.
Then I prayed to God
Dear Lord, Thank you for this day. This day of laughter, happiness, grief, sorrow, and love. I thank you for putting people that love me in my life. I pray that wherever my real parents are that you would keep them safe, and let them know that I still love them. I also thank you for the Richler family for caring for me. Thank you for Anna, someone whom I can talk to.
In your name I pray....Amen
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| Sorry I cant finish my other story, but I just cant think of anything else.
But I did get a new Idea for another one.
There are people among us that are not what they seem. They know thing that we couldn't ever comprehend. These people are( what you can call protectors) trained for giving up their lives for the ones they love. They have no identity except for the one that they want you to believe. You may get very close to one and then one day they just disappear from your life. We are going to go to some one who get a little to close to one of these people. This person's name is Blake. Now Blake goes to a Highschool in Tennessee. He goes to a church also. He meets a girl at church who's name is Kim. At first he didn't care for her much until one day they go to a friends house for a get together. Blake goes outside when it gets dark to get some fresh air and to look at the stars, one of his favorite things to do, when Anna comes out to talk. | | |
| WRIGHTER'S BLOCK
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHh!
I can't wright anything if you have any Ideas please tell me
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| As I was being dragged on the rough road I rolled toward my bag but just as I did I felt a pain on the top of my head, and the next thing I knew I was in a pitch black room. So black that you could feel the darkness wrap its frozen arms around you. I tried to move, but I felt a sharp pain on the top of my head, and I was chained, hanging down from a wodden pole. Then I blacked out again.
When I awoke my eyes were burning because it was so bright, but when my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that I was in a grey room with two chairs, a door, and MY BACKPACK! YES! Then I realized, again, that I was chained up.
After hanging for about ten minutes a guy walked through the door. He was dressed in a Purple, black, and grey cloak.
to those of you who are wondering I did make this up myself and here soon I will have to conclude my story. Because it is from my book I am wrighting. Please encourage me to keep wrighting it. | | |
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