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I feel like I would try to, then get slapped...

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Okay guys, this is why i haven't been on. I hope you are ready for this! Star-Struck Prologue Out of the almost nine billion life-sustaining planets in the Milky Way Galaxy, the last place that I thought I would end up as a STAN officer was Pillton-48. Pillton-48 is the one of the most disgusting, stinking, planets in all of explored space. When I graduated high school at the top of my class in 2236, I thought I knew what I was doing. At age 18, I joined the Military Academy. The Military Academy, located on the surface of an entire moon converted into a giant college for military personal. It also serves as the headquarters of the military, along with being the home and workplace of the Committee of Elders for the Democratic Republic of Allied Planets. With my scores on the entrance exams, I could have chosen to become anything. Eight years later, at age 26, I graduated from the Military Academy with the ranking of STAN; Special Tactics And Negotiations officer. Needed aboard every military spacecruiser, STAN officers had the final say over even the captain when it came to dealing with intelligent foreign beings. It was a grand dream, with results far less heroic. Upon my graduation from the Military Academy, I was immediately given an assignment to work out a peace treaty with a warring group of Gurrians. Given that, what was I, a STAN officer, doing on one of the most rancid planets in the entire quadrant? Simple, my ship crashed. When the automatic pilot transport pod I was on went into a tailspin and crashed on an abandoned planet on day one, I had high hopes for myself and for my future. I thought that the Committee of Elders would quickly know what had happened and that I would be home in a couple of weeks, a few months at most. I may be on one of the many uninhabited planets in the galaxy, but I was important, I would be saved. That was day one. It’s now day 730, and I now can reflect back on how much of an idiot I was. This ordeal has taught me just how vulnerable and weak I really am. I landed on one of the many dying islands that dot the planet’s surface. The only reason I have made it this long is because of “Base Camp”. One of the only things I recovered from the crash was a large inflatable tent with enough technology to keep me alive. The “Base Camp” is a staple on all transport pods and it literally saved my life. “Base Camp” is climate controlled, with air scrubbers, storage space for rations, and a solar-powered generator. That generator is the only thing that has kept me sane this entire time. There have been many nights I have been lulled into a fitful sleep by that generator’s steady, pulsing hum. But most of all, it charged my portal. My portal is a curved device that fits onto my forearm. Its primary function was to record my daily logs and transmit them back to the Military Academy to be documented and evaluated. Unfortunately, my portal seemed to be recording my logs but unable to send out a signal. Still, I can’t tell you how many countless hours I have spent talking to my portal. On top of the actual daily logs, I have spent much of my free time here just talking to the thing like it was an old friend. I have told that little blinking recording light my life story, every dream I ever had, and about all sorts of other random things. I feel sorry for whoever happens to receive those logs if the signal ever goes through. Whoever it may be probably will think that I have gone completely crazy. When you think about it, you can’t blame me. I am the only intelligent life form on this rock. Who do you want me to talk to, the bacteria? Most of the island is a smelly, sticky, swamp that is devoid of animal life. I couldn’t even get lucky enough to get eaten by an alien alligator to take me out of my misery. However there is evidence that life once flourished on this island. Rotting tree trunks, half immersed into the ground, suggest that plant life was once possible. Random vents dot the landscape, belching toxic gasses comprised of mainly methane. The insects, mostly beetle-like, have become anaerobic, surviving without any oxygen present in these vents. Tar pits also are a key feature on the island. They seem to be super-heated by the planet’s core, as they are constantly boiling. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of medium size animal bones in theses pits of boiling pitch. Another danger is the frequent quicksand traps. The freshwater ocean surrounding this island is a constant 110 degrees Celsius, I believe also to be heated by the planet’s core. In my opinion, the planet is dead, and I was not fortunate enough to see it in its prime. It’s only a matter of time until the rapidly heating core causes a rupture so massive in the planet’s surface that no life will ever be possible. Suddenly, my portal beeps at me, indicating that I have a message. It seems to be from the Military Academy. It has been a very long time since I have had any outside contact. I swipe my finger across it to answer the incoming call. Unfortunately, it was only an electronic letter. I click open and a message appears: “Officer Baker, if you are receiving this message, we would like you to know that your transmissions have been picked up by a passing cargo ship. The Committee of Elders was immediately notified of your situation. This is the SpaceCruiser Red-Tail, we have been sent by the Elders on a rescue mission to your current location. We urge you stay in your current location until our arrival.” Once aboard the SpaceCruiser Red-Tail, I found out from one of the Commanding Officers on board that I had been presumed dead. My transport pod had gone missing and any signs of a wreckage were never found. According to the Officer, the cargo ship had been testing out a new long range frequency on the ship’s communicator when they intercepted my daily log transmissions from the past 2 years. Now, I was on my way back to the Military Academy and my desired career where I could be the STAN officer I had always wanted to be. As I looked out the port side window of this spacecruiser, I wondered what had happened with the peace treaty I was supposed to help negotiate. I wondered if I would be given an opportunity to receive another assignment in the near future. Would I be allowed to return to duty any time soon? Until then, I would be thankful that I would once again be able to speak with someone who could talk back to me and no longer just record what I had to say. I was finally going home. Chapter 1 A few weeks later, back at the Academy, after a scalding hot shower, a shave, a clean uniform, and a hot meal, I could finally recognize myself in the mirror. Having several hours to kill before I was due to report in for my next assignment, I decided to head to the common room to see what I had missed in the last two years on Pillton-48. I sat down on a couch next to the wall, leaned back my head, and pretended to be asleep. Before long, the cadets, with classes over for the day, began to wander in. Many were talking about Academy life, such as training drills, Major So-and-So, homework, and tests, among other things. All of a sudden, I felt a light, quick tap on my knee. “Excuse me Sir,” said a timid voice, “may I sit next to you, Sir? All of the other seats are taken.” I opened my eyes to see a pile of books talking to me. Actually, it was a Dwarviene girl holding a stack of books nearly as tall as her. Dwarvienes are a humanoid race native to Chinsum-22. Their average height is a small four feet tall. Not known for their intelligence, it was a surprise to see one here at the Military Academy, much less one with so many books. “Sure, not a problem.” I replied, as I moved over to make more room. She sighed with relief, then set her books down beside me, obviously tired from carrying such a heavy load. “What is your name, Sir?” she asked, looking out at the full common room before us. “STAN Officer Brian, and yours, cadet?” Nearly falling off of the couch at my reply, she stood up, cheeks red from embarrassment, and saluted me. Then in typical military volume, shouted, “Cadet Lillian Bok, Sir!” This display attracted the attention of several cadets around us who, finally noticing the ranking symbols on my uniform, saluted. I gave them the sign for at-ease; two fingers pointed at the ground from my waist. Relieved, they quickly went back to their conversations. “You can drop the formalities for now, we are not on duty here.” “T-Thank you, Sir.” she stammered, in a calmer voice now. She sat beside me again, but her posture was more rigid, and her entire face had flushed into a deep crimson from her embarrassment. Her reaction can be understood. Any other senior officer would have treated her, a cadet, as an underling. And being a mutt, the general term humans use to describe any non-human race, she would have been treated like filth. While against military law, discrimination against mutts was common. I looked at her, then asked, “That is a lot of books. How many classes are you taking?” “Fifteen!” she said excitedly, “I know that a full load is only five, but I’m trying to graduate early. I want to become an engineer. In fact, actually, today I’m,” she paused, then suddenly asked, “Say! Why are you here? Aren’t STAN officers supposed to be on spacecruisers?” “I actually just got back from a planet called Pillton-48. I was stranded there for two years, but now I am here to get my new assignment in a couple of hours. But you sounded like something good was going on today with you too. What is going on?” “Well, you see, I’m actually supposed to be given an intern assignment in a couple of hours! It’s such an honor!” she said excitedly, then hurriedly explained, “I am to be assigned underneath a STAN officer, like yourself, aboard a Class One Military Explorer spacecruiser, where after a year of service, I’ll get automatically promoted to a Tier three engineer!” “Tier three is a big jump from a Tier one cadet for only one year.” I said, slightly in awe of how smart this girl truly must have been. “Well, I guess two years given you have to have been here at the Academy for at least one year. But still, do you think that you will be ready?” “I know I will be ready. I know that Dwarvienes like me are not known for being very smart, but I’ve wanted to graduate from the Military Academy since I was a young girl. This is who I am. I have to succeed.” After talking to Lillian for the next hour or so, I found out nothing dramatic had changed since my stay on Pillton-48, and she decided to go put her books away and make sure all of her bags were packed for her year-long internship. After she left, I began to wander down to Conference room-6B, the place where I was to receive my next assignment. When I got there, I still had fifteen minutes until I was needed, so I sat in one of the chairs out in the hall. There were several other people sitting in the chairs around me. Across from me sat two Engels, their pure white wings tucked carefully behind them. By the way they were sitting next to each other, and how they were holding hands, I would have said that they were a couple. Next to them sat a man, human I assumed, reading out of a health magazine. Given the way he was dressed, he appeared to be a doctor. Beside me, on my right, sat two young Sphinx women, the large cat-like ears on the top of their heads twitching as they listened to things inaudible to the rest of us. As I was looking around, to my astonishment, I saw Lillian running down the hall. When she reached me, she looked down at the paper in her hand, looked at me, then looked around in confusion. “STAN Officer Brian, Sir? Is everyone here waiting for Conference room-6B?” “I think so, although I wasn’t expecting so many people, usually assignments are given one at a time. But you’re right on time; they could be ready for us at any moment.” Suddenly, a girl poked her head out of the Conference room door. “Everyone here to receive their next assignment, the Elder will see you now.” None of us said a word as we walked into the room, and the atmosphere became charged with tension. Elders, as the senators of the Democratic Republic of Allied Planets, were to be respected, even feared. The Elder was a short, fat, bald man with a surprisingly kind face. Next to him stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was dressed in a captain’s uniform, and she held herself in a way that not only conveyed kindness, but demanded respect. I must have been staring, because she gave me a small smile as Lillian purposely stepped on my foot. All of us that had been waiting stood in a line next to each other in front of the Elder and the woman standing next to him. We all snapped to attention as the Elder cleared his throat. “Hello, my name is Elder Kyle. I have gathered you all here today in order to give you your next assignment. But before we get to that, let’s make sure we all know who you will be working with. This lovely lady standing next to me will be your captain.” The woman stepped forward, smiled warmly at each of us, and then said, “My name is Captain Raven Violet, but you may refer to me as Captain Raven. My spacecruiser, the Luna, might be small for a Class One Military Explorer spacecruiser, but she is fast and has been with me through all sorts of encounters. I hope that we all work well together and complete our assignment without any trouble at all.” “Thank you, Captain,” said the Elder, “Now, is the STAN officer present?” “I stepped forward and said, “Yes Sir. My name is STAN Officer Brian Baker.” The Elder nodded his head in approval, so I stepped back. “All right, now let’s see,” said the Elder, “I assume that the two of you are the Commanding Officers. Am I right?” the Elder asked as he pointed a small chubby finger at the two Engels. The first of the Engels said, “You assume correctly, Elder Kyle. My name is Michael Gordan, and this is my wife, Heather.” “Thank you, Commanding Officer Michael. Now, who is the pilot?” asked the Elder, smiling kindly once again. One of the young women who appeared to be Sphinx stepped forward. “That would be me. My name is Bast.” She said, her yellow, cat-like eyes gleaming. “And before you ask,” she reached behind her and pulled forward the other young woman, “her name is Cleo. She is the Mechanic, and she doesn’t talk to anyone but me, so if you need something from her, you had better come to me first.” The other woman had her head hung down and her cat-like ears laid back, obviously embarrassed by her friends brashness. “Thank you, Bast, and thank you for introducing us to Cleo.” said the Elder, with a bit of scorn in his voice. “Now, I trust we have a doctor. Do we not?” The man that had been reading the health magazine stepped forward. “My name is Sebastian Hardnest. I am pleased to meet each and every one of you.” As he spoke, he gazed directly at the Captain, aiming every silky word directly at her. Her usually warm smile disappeared, and she quickly looked away from him. The doctor stepped back, his eyes never leaving her. The Elder cleared his throat, then said, “Cadet Lillian Bok, would you please step forward?” She did, looking around nervously. The Elder then said, “Cadet, you are hereby assigned as an intern aboard the Spacecruiser Luna, where you will complete one year of service. In return, at the end of your internship, you will be automatically promoted to a Tier three engineer. Your supervisor will be STAN Officer Brian. I suggest you get to know, trust, and respect him accordingly” Lillian nodded, turned and smiled at me, then stepped back in line. “Now,” said the Elder, “for your assignment. You are heading for Bentick-26, an uninhabited planet about two weeks journey from here. There has been a distress signal picked up from the planet’s surface, but that signal does not match any Military spacecruiser on record. Your assignment is to determine the origin of this signal, then report back for further instructions. You are to leave at eight o’clock tomorrow morning. Until then, I suggest that you get prepared and get plenty of rest. You are dismissed.” As we walked out, Lillian immediately caught up with me. “Yay, my first assignment! I’m so glad we had already met, Sir! This way, we don’t have to go through those awkward meeting-your-boss kind of things.” Suddenly, I heard a voice call out my name. “STAN Officer Brian, may I speak with you for a moment?” I turned around to see the Captain walking towards me, and I immediately forgot how to speak. “I, um, yeah. Uh, sure, I mean.” She stopped in front of me then said, “I look forward to working with you on this assignment. As I understand it, we should be working together quite often, so I hope that you are as good as your file says you are.” “Wait a second! Why have you been reading my file?” I asked, utterly stunned. “As a captain, I always review the files of those who will be serving with me.” Suddenly she caught the eye of the doctor, Sebastian, walking towards us. “I have to go!” she said, with panic in her voice, then quickly walked away. When he saw that the Captain had left, Sebastian quickly changed direction, and walked away. “You like her, don’t you?” I started, then looked down. I had quite forgotten Lillian had been there the whole time. “Don’t be absurd, she is our captain, and I feel nothing of the sort like you are implying.” I said. “You are so see-through, it’s like you are a window!” Lillian giggled, then said, “Whatever then, but I think Sebastian likes her too.” “I don’t think she feels the same way. But I don’t blame her; something seems off about that guy.” I said as we began walking again. Lillian looked up at me, then said, “Stop worrying about it so much. Tomorrow we start our adventure, and I can’t wait!”

Pandora, I typed in night, and It was one of the results, loved it ever since!

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Hey! Its been awhile! Good news, I passed my finals, and I got my acceptance letters to both colleges I Applied to! So HappY! Lets go crazy! 【Nightcore】→_I'm_Gonna_Show_You_Crazy____Lyrics.mp4

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I kinda agree, but then again, I don't.

Morning everyone, I just gave a speech over Dante's Inferno, And got an A! Super excited, but, I have to go now! See Ya! Fairy_Tail_OP1_-_Snow_Fairy_(Piano).mp4

Morning Everyone! Its Angle here! Today is officially Halloween in the US, and as I sit here drinking my pumpkin spice late from Starbucks, I start thinking about why fall is my favorite season. I just love the cool crispness of the air, cool, yet not cold. The colors of the leaves, pumpkin spice EVERYTHING. Well clas is about to start! see Yall later! Sally's Song - Amy lee [With Lyrics!] (online-audio-converter.com).mp3

Ok..... SPAM! Sucker_for_Pain_(Nightcore).mp3 Nightcore-witchcraft.mp3 Nightcore-Shatter_Me-Linsdey_Stirling.mp3 Nightcore-Loser Like Me.mp3 Nightcore-Let It Burn.mp3 Nightcore-Gravity-Hollywood Undead.mp3 Nightcore-Firebird-Galantis.mp3 Nightcore-Call If You Need Me-Galantis.mp3 Nightcore-_Dark_Places_(Hollywood_Undead).mp3 Nightcore - Welcome To The Club.mp3 Nightcore - We Are Giants.mp3 Nightcore - Wasteland.mp3 Nightcore - Warriors.mp3 Nightcore_-_Untouchable.mp3 Nightcore - Undead.mp3 Nightcore - Titanium.mp3 Nightcore - She's An Angel.mp3 Nightcore - Shatter Me.mp3 Nightcore_-_Pretty_Rave_Girl.mp3 Nightcore - Pretty Little Psycho.mp3 Nightcore - Nothing Stopping Me.mp3 Nightcore_-_Neon.mp3 Nightcore - My Demons.mp3 Nightcore_-_Mother_Murder.mp3 Nightcore - Monster.mp3 Nightcore - Medicine- Hollywood Undead.mp3 Nightcore_-_Listen_To_Your_Heart.mp3 Nightcore - I Will Not Die! (online-audio-converter.com).mp3 Nightcore - God Is A Girl.mp3 Nightcore - Fireflies.mp3 Nightcore - Faded.mp3 Nightcore - DotA.mp3 Nightcore - Cocaine.mp3 Nightcore - Centuries.mp3 Nightcore - Be With You.mp3 Nightcore_-_Battlefield.mp3 Nightcore - Bad Boy.mp3 Nightcore - Animal I Have Become [Lyrics].mp3 Nightcore_-_Angel_With_A_Shotgun.mp3 Nightcore - Angel of Darkness.mp3 ♫【Nightcore】-_Remember_The_Name_(online-audio-converter.com).mp3

1.Freak out. 2. Scream 3. Hide under my blankets until the power comes back. I'm not proud of it, but I'm scared of the dark, and Thunder. And since most power outages where I am at are caused by storms, Its not a pretty picture.

Hey Everyone, Angle here. So its Monday, the day before Halloween, And I'm in a good mood! Needless to say I thought that a blog would be a good idea. I'm a 17 year old high school senior who lives in West Terre Haute Indiana. I'm a lonely little otaku who is tbh, very weird. I love to write and listen to music, and (of course) watch anime. Not much going one today, but still, I'm a little stressed due to it being Finals Week! Wish me Luck! So every time I post a blog, I'm going to attach a mp3 song file. Please Enjoy! But today, I'm going to attach several. See yall later! Heathens-21_Pilots.mp3 Hatsune Miku - Caramelldansen.mp3 Fine By Me-Andy Grammer.mp3 Absolutely (Story of a girl)-Nine days.mp3 [MV]_8¥¦dï¼8¥ÿ_8åîdàÇ_f¥¼8ºä_(LOONA_HeeJin)_'ViViD'.mp3

I'm evil and stuff

Good Job AniMeFReaK! Keep up the good Work!

well....ok. My problem is that I'm too much of a coward to date someone outside of my school, but I can't seem to find someone at my school that holds similar interests and values, so yeah. Due to this issue, I've dated upwards of zero people. This of course leads to other social awkwardness, and even my mother worrying about my lack of relationships.... Any Advice?

Do you give life/relationship advice?

Set it Off..... just saying, I can't sleep! Set_It_Off_-_I’ll_Sleep_When_I’m_Dead_(Lyric_Video).mp4

Hmmmmmm, Say hi?

I'm staying simple, I'm a skeleton trapped inside a human body

Here is one I wrote over the weekend. Marbles Once, a boy snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to sit in his yard, encased by moonlight. The boy waited, and at exactly midnight, a figure emerged. Dressed in a cloak with a hood so no person could see the being inside, the figure stood in front of the boy. The boy smiled, and looked up at the figure, expectantly waiting, with his hand held out. Neither one spoke as the figure reached out from the sleeve of his cloak a white hand of bone, clutching four small objects. The figure dropped the objects into the boy's awaiting hand, and then walked away into the gloom. The boy waited until the figure was gone, then looked at the objects in his hand. They were marbles, white as the purest snow. The boy smiled, then went back inside to bed. For the next four days, the child played. He ran around outside, chasing his friends, laughing and giggling, wiping his runny nose with the back of his sleeve the way that all little boys do in the fall. On the night of the fourth day, the boy snuck out to sit in his patch of moonlight and waited, occasionally wiping his nose. The figure emerged, and the boy smiled. The figure with the white hand of bone dropped three objects into the boy's awaiting fingers, then left, all without saying a word. As before, the boy waited until the figure had left to look at the objects in his hand. They were marbles again, a startling shade of silver. The boy smiled, then went back inside to bed. For the next three days, afraid her son might have a small cold, the boy's mother kept him inside. But the boy was happy, playing board games with his brother and sister, watching the television, and sneezing into a hankie his father had given to him. On the night of the third day, the boy snuck out to sit in his patch of moonlight and waited, sneezing into his hankie and wiping his nose. The figure emerged, and the boy smiled. The figure with the white hand of bone dropped two objects into the boy's awaiting fingers, then left, all without saying a word. As he did the two times before, the boy waited until the figure had left to look at the objects in his hand. They were marbles this time too, a dull, dark, gray. The boy smiled, then went back inside to bed. For the next two days, the boy stayed in his room, too sick to play with his brother and sister. But the boy was happy, reading books, playing with his toys, and coughing into the crook of his arm. On the night of the second day, the boy snuck out to sit in his patch of moonlight and waited, coughing, sneezing and wiping his nose. The figure emerged, and the boy smiled. The figure with the white hand of bone dropped one object into the boy's awaiting fingers, then left, all without saying a word. As with the days before, the boy waited until the figure had left to look at the object in his hand. As expected, it was a marble, this one black as pitch. The boy smiled, then went back inside to bed. The next day, the boy stayed in bed, too sick to play. But the boy was happy; taking long naps, snuggling with is teddy bear, and sweating with fever. That night, too sick to sneak out, the boy lay in his bed. From an open window, the boy was encased by a shaft of moonlight, so he waited, sweating, coughing, sneezing, and wiping his nose. At exactly midnight, the figure emerged. The boy looked up at him, and smiled weakly. Struggling, the boy reached out his hand to accept is gift of marbles from the figure. Silently, the figure shook his head; there were no more marbles left to give. The boy dropped his hand, but still smiled weakly at the figure. The figure stooped, and with white hands of bone, gently picked up the frail, sickly boy. The figure left, carrying the boy away into the gloom, all without saying a word.

Beacon 23 By Hugh Howey I love Sci-Fi and the simplicity of the plot and characters along with the deeper meanings of the human psychological themes are so intriguing!

So lets share some things we have written! Here Is my favorite short story I have written, Her Face Her Face Grief I look at the pencil in my hands and I wonder why I do this to myself. The pencil is green, with yellow dots decorating it. Suddenly, my hand and pencil start to move, as if on their own. They begin to draw a face. A face of a girl they have drawn so many times they no longer need my permission to draw her. They draw her the way she looked the last time I saw her. Her graduation cap is slightly tipped back and her golden hair spills out from underneath it. Her small, delicate mouth is smiling. A wonderful, angelic smile that brings joy to all it falls upon. But it is a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. Her eyes, a beautiful dark green, tell a different story. They have a certain empty, hollow look, yet they are filled with a deep, crushing sorrow. A sorrow that no matter how hard I try, I can never take away. Finally, my pencil and my hand stop, their drawing complete. They have drawn her face. The same face they draw every day. The same face that I loved and cherished for my entire last year of school. The same face, with the same smile and same eyes that belonged to a girl who laughed and cried with me, went with me to the prom, and was the top of her class. The same face that was taken away from me the day after graduation, by an idiot driving so fast in a blue car that he couldn't stop from hitting this wonderful, beautiful girl on her bike on her way to the library. My hand, holding my pencil, now enraged through the grief in my heart, hurls the pencil across the room. My feet and legs make me stand, leaving the drawing of her face on my desk. They walk me out the door, past my blue car with the mangled front, and to the place six blocks away where she is now at. Once they find her, they force me to drop to my knees in front of her. My head presses itself against the cool, rough surface of her gravestone, and I weep. As I weep, the world weeps with me, drowning out my cries and tears with its own, soaking me to the bone. The world and I, we cry together for the one we lost. We cry knowing that tomorrow, my hand will find that green pencil with the yellow dots and, without my permission, they will draw her face again. Moving On Practice makes perfect, or so they say. I sit down at my desk, pick up my pencil, and draw her face. Her delicate, smiling mouth, her sad hollow eyes, her small, pert nose, and her golden hair spilling out from a slightly tipped back graduation cap. I draw her the same way I have been drawing her the same way she looked the last time I saw her. I sit back, my drawing complete. As I look at it, I smile. They were right. After months of practice, this drawing is perfect. There isn’t a line out of place, or a detail missed. Carefully, I slide it into a picture frame, then hold it out in front of me to look at it again. The memory of that day still hurts, but not as bad as it once did. Somehow, nobody but me knows that I was the one who caused the accident that took her life. I loved her, more than I knew I did, and by some cruel twist of fate, I killed her. But that is in the past now, and I have to force myself to move on. I sigh, then place the picture on top of my clothes in my suitcase lying open on the floor. I zip up my suitcase, then, as I walk out the door of my room, I look back one last time. It looks so empty now, but that is good. I’m leaving, and no part of me needs left behind. I close my bedroom door for the last time, then head outside. When I get outside, I smile. My parents are waiting for me next to my new red truck. They help me with my suitcase, then tell me goodbye. My mother is crying, telling me that I had better be home for Christmas. I get in, pull out of the drive, and drive away. Abruptly, after about six blocks, I pull over and park. I get out, and walk into the cemetery. It doesn’t take me long to find her grave, and when I do, I kneel down and rest my head on her headstone. I place one hand against her name, and I sigh. This will be the last time I come here. I pull a pencil out of my pocket, and lay it down next to the flowers her parents must have brought. It was a green pencil, with yellow dots. I get up, walk back to my truck, and quickly leave. I get out on the highway, and turn on the radio. My first day of college is this week, and I’m headed to the campus dorms so I can get my room key and unpack. The dorms are furnished, and the first thing I’m going to put on the desk, is the picture of her face.

I absolutely LOVE writing! Idea forming............... *Ding!* WRITING CLUB?!?!?!