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Marie Carpenter is a twenty six year old white woman. She has long auburn hair which she keeps up in a bun during most of the day. She only lets it hang loose at night or on days where she feels free, which isn’t often for her. It is very thick. Her forehead is covered with bangs. Her eyebrows are plucked and arched. Her sky blue eyes are large and doe like. She has wrinkles around her eyes from smiling and bags beneath them from her sleepless nights. Her nose is small and her lips are thin.  She barely wears make up. Her body frame is slender but she does have a slight stomach fat problem from eating too much ice cream on Fridays and Saturdays. She is 5’6 in feet. She has a scar on her left knee from getting excited about salad and while fetching it, she tripped on the brick stairs.

            Marie was born on July 9, 1986. She is a Cancer and follows those traits. She was born in Pina, Oklahoma. It was a small town where everyone knew everyone. Her parents Frank and Jane were town social lights. She was shy growing up and only had one true friend named Alan. Marie was not as popular as her sister Stacy in high school. Stacy could work a room in ten minutes while Marie couldn’t get their attention for ten minutes. She focused on her studies rather than her social skills. She graduated Pre- Law and got a full ride to law school. Her college years involved studying hard. She didn’t attend parties. She became a divorce lawyer and found job opportunities in Panama City, Florida. She begged Alan to come with her because she didn’t want to be alone. He complied and opened up a vet hospital. She shares a luxury apartment with Ellen Lopez which she calls her “E”.

            Ellen Lopez is a Hispanic woman who is twenty four. Her hair is very long and thick resembling a raven’s feathers. She has a large forehead which she hates. Her eyes are dark brown but mysterious. She always has something behind them. Her eyebrows are thick and curved.  Her nose is a bit flat. Her lips are always plump from lip plumper and she uses heavy makeup. Her body shape is curvy. She has an almost hourglass figure and uses it to lure the men.

            Ellen was born on August 28, 1989. She is a Leo. Her lively attitude lighted up San Diego beaches as she spent most of her time there. She was the sixth child of ten. Her parents Rosa and Juan Lopez usually had other things on their minds that didn’t include their party and boy crazy daughter. Ellen found comfort in booze and boys throughout her high school years. Her older brother Eddie bought her all the drinks and drugs she wanted. At seventeen she realized she needed a job so she sought one. She got an office job at one of many San Diego’s reality office. She fell in love with job and went on to become a realtor. She found a job in Panama City. She was looking for a roommate and found Marie in a classified ad in the newspaper. The apartment fit her budget and style so she moved in.

            Luke Hillsworth is very handsome. He drips with good looks. His olive skin and dark green eyes combines to make the perfect match. He is twenty eight and has few wrinkles. His hair is normally slicked back but not gelled too much. He makes men and women alike turn heads. His face is very rugged and has sharp features. He is in perfect shape and can run miles if needed to.

            Luke was born on October 28, 1987 in Salam, Oregon. Luke’s birth name is Rico Latoni. At a very young age Luke’s parents Frances and Tony noticed him talking to things that weren’t there. They were too poor to seek help for child and thought it would go away with time. Luke hid it from his parents but it still affected him. He was quite in school and only had one friend Anse. One day Luke and Anse got into a fight when Luke told him he was a spy. Luke got so infuriated at Anse that he killed him. Luke was sentenced to ten years in a psychiatric ward. Once he got out he skipped probation and moved west to Florida. He adopted the name Luke and worked at an insurance company and he quickly moved up due to his people skills that centered from his looks. He is now a man of money and many faces.

            Alan Bentley is twenty-six and still has adorable boyish looks. His blonde hair is normally in a foe hawk. His eyes are dark blue with untrimmed eyebrows that are brown. His smile is his key feature. It lights up a room and makes him noticeable. He is very tall standing at 6’4 and is very gawky. He has some muscle on him but not much.

            Alan was born on December 29,1986 in Pina, Oklahoma. He is a born leader as his sign is a Capricorn. Marie and Alan have been lifelong friends. Their parents were good friends and they grew up together. Alan has always been Marie hard rock. He is deeply in love with her but won’t tell her because he doesn’t want to ruin what they already have. When Marie asked him to move with her, he couldn’t say no. He could never say no her.

            The first scene starts with Marie dealing with her fighting clients. They are fighting about who gets to keep a dog. She looks very bored and ends up settling the argument with comprise. Marie is very smart and had to think on her feet.

Scene two is Marie talking to E about her life. Marie is eating ice cream right out of the gallon tub without shame. E tells her she’s in a funk and asks about Alan. Marie denies anything is between them. E tells her of this really hip club that she wants Marie to go to with her. Marie reluctantly agrees.

            Scene three starts with them at the bar in the club. E is throwing back drinks while Marie is just sipping on hers. Marie looks uninterested in what is being put before her. She feels out of place. E asks her if she’s having fun and Marie lies and says yes. E knows she’s not so she tells her she has a little surprise for her. Luke appears. He is dashingly handsome and Marie goes gaga over him. She gets really nervous and Luke looks confident. They talk for a bit and Luke gets a phone call. He says he has to take it and comes back. He looks sort of frazzled by the call but continues flirting.

            Scene four is Marie and Luke on their first date. They are hitting off. They find things in common about their childhood and places they’d like to visit. Luke is lying about it all but Marie can’t tell. Marie is smitten with him. They night goes on and Marie drops spaghetti on her white dress and Luke comments that if Captain Chem had been here that wouldn’t have happened. Marie takes it as a joke and laughs it off. The night ends with a kiss.

            Scene five is Luke and Marie on a date months later.  It’s the end of the date and Luke suggests to go back to Marie’s place. Marie agrees and they go. They make up and you see them undress. Then it cuts to Marie waking up. Luke is sound asleep. She sees the clothes all over her room and decides to clean them up. As she starts to fold Luke’s clothes, he wakes up. He starts yelling at her for touching his clothes. He then calms downs and apologizes. He leaves and kisses her on the head. Marie is left looking confused.

            Scene six is Marie and Alan talking in her apartment. She tells Alan of Luke’s behavior. Alan tells Marie that it isn’t normal and Luke is no good for her. Marie laughs and asks if he’s jealous not knowing he actually is. He gets mad. Marie doesn’t understand why. She questions him about it. Alan finally confesses he loves her. Marie doesn’t know how to take it. Alan says forget about it and storms off. Marie calls Luke for comfort.

            Scene seven Luke comes over. He offers to make her some tea to calm her nerves. While she venting, he slips drugs into her drink. Marie drinks the tea and starts to feel dizzy. She collapses into Luke’s arms.

Scene eight is when she awakes. She is tied up. She has been beaten. There are cuts on her arms. She has no idea what has happened. She looks and Luke is dressed up as a superhero. He has underwear over a spandex body suit and a cape to complete the outfit.  He talks in an evil voice saying no one can save her now not even Captain Chem. He cuts her cheek with a knife until Alan walks in apologizing. He sees Marie tied up and charges at Luke.  Luke and him wrestle. Luke looks like he’s about to win by choking Alan, but Alan kicks in right in the nads. Alan then goes and grabs a pan that is hanging above the stove and bangs it against Luke’s head. Alan unties Marie and she clings to him.

            Scene nine starts with cops asking questions. Luke is being pulled away and he looks at Marie. He says. “I was only trying to save you.” The cops shut him up and he is put into a cop car. Marie just clings to Alan and E is right by her side. E feels completely responsible. The cop explains who he actually is. Marie cries for letting her get that close with a psycho.

            Scene nine is Marie and Alan at a park with a new dog months later. You see them holding hands and playing fetch with him. The Alan throws the toy to far and it goes into the woods. The dog doesn’t come back for a couple minutes. Marie goes to check on him. She calls him and hears a dog whine. She runs to it and finds her dog dead. Above him, is Luke bloody from the dog. He smiles and says, “I’ve missed you Marie.”

The end.

           

Sucks

"I only wanted a grammy. You know on those grammy's that bake cookies, have glasses and hug you and makes you feel warm inside like a Mommy's hugs. But now Mommy says I am in big, Big, BIG trouble. It sucks. Mommy says I am not suppose to say that word. But I do anyway because I am a big boy. I wish I was not in trouble.

It all started in Mrs. Kindle's class. Mrs. Kindle is a mean old witch that does not like me because I can't subtract well. She likes everyone else BUT me. I think she caused this when she told us we had to make a family tree. I was really excited until I looked at the other kid's trees. They were all full of drawings of people. Especially Karl's. Karl is a mean kid that never shares his toys. One time, he gave me a paper cut on purpose. I tried to tell Mrs. Kindle but she did not believe me because Karl lied and said it was an accident.

I went home that day and asked Mommy why I only had a picture of her and me on my family tree. Mommy had already told me that Daddy went up to Heaven while I was in her belly. She told me that her Mommy and Daddy died a long, Long, LONG time ago- probably when the dinosaurs were alive. I was sad and said I wanted a grammy like Karl. Mommy said we could go visit some grammies at this place. I think she called it a nurse home. But, I don't like nurses. They give me shots.

The next day we went. There were grammies EVERYWHERE! It was so COOL! They all gave me candy and told me how handsome I was. But, there was always this funny smell. It went away after awhile.

I went there every Tuesday. I went there so much, Mommy did not even have to stay. I felt awesome. Karl only had two grammies and I had a Kizillion!

One day a grammy called my name. "Ben, come here sweet child." Her voice sounded like a creaking door. But it was still the sweetest voice of all of the grammies. She had white hair and chocolate milk skin. Her eyes were like big black rocks. I came over to see her and she gave me a candy. It was strawberry, my favorite. She told me that she had a mission for her the next time I came to visit. She told me that I should be ready for it and not to tell anyone. So, I didn't.

I was so happy. I felt special. All week I trained. I spied on Mommy while she was cooking every night. I would even stay awake during nap time just in case I had to be awake for the mission.

Yesterday, I went to see her. She game me a toy gun. It was so cool. She to me not to shoot because if I did the monster inside of it would get me. It had one eye and two giant horns and octopus legs.

She game me a bag and told me next door. She told me to walk into the pretty sparkly things store adn tell them "Give me all of your goodies."  She told me to point the gun at them and she had arranged a game and everyone would play along. But if I caught a cheater, I could shoot and the monster would get them.

She walked me out of the nurse home. She told me to go inside and do what I was told. She would just be outside. I went in adn everyone looked scared. They were pretty good at playing pretend.

"Give me your goodies," I said laughing. I was having so much fun. They started putting the sparkling things Mommy likes to wear to a ball in my bag.

I bowed and said, "thanks for playing with me."  I walked out and my grammy grabbed the bag out of my hand and started running away with her cane. I stood there and cried. My grammy had left me alone. I sat down on the ground and cried more. A man, he was a police officer, put his hand on my shoulder. He asked me where I lived.

He took me home. When we got there Mommy ran out crying. She told me to get to my room and I was in big, Big, BIG trouble. Now I am sitting her alone and it SUCKS. I don't care what my Mommy says.

Lies

 Why do we lie? Do lies come from a dark place? Are the necessary in some cases? We lie to protect, to defend, to cause choas, to cause compromise and a million other things. The fact is we are told not to do something but everyone still does.
 Lying can be used for good. An example, if your friend asks you, "Do I look bad in this?". You see her in her outfit and she does look pretty bad, yet you do not want to hurt her feelings, so you say she looks good. Is that wrong, not wanting to hurt someone's feelings. Or, is it more wrong to give false feedback? In the same situation, you tell  your friend how bad she actually looks, she gets offended and her confidence is crushed. Which is worse?
 Lying can be used for compromise as well. Let's say a mother and her daughter get into an argument, to make a mother stop yelling and punishing the daughter, the daughter finally agrees to the mother's opinion. But, she still does not see the mother's point. Is that lying bad? Does the further destruction that would follow the daughter if she kept disagreeing outweigh the price of the lie?
 The Bible tells us, "you must not tell lies" in Exodus 20:16. Therefore, faithful Christians try to keep the commandment. But what if the person does not believe in religion? What is their code for what is ok to lie about and what is not? Is it based on what society tells them or have they made their own code to develop what is right and wrong? Or, do they loosely base their ideals and morals off the Bible without actually heeding every word?
 In lying there is black, gray and white. White lies are like telling your friend she looks good when she does not. Gray lies are like the mother and daughter situation but black lies are different. those are the lies you use to protect yourself from everyone but the truth. A black lie will distroy and it have before. A black lie of betrayal lead to the Roman Empire falling. Black lies are dangerous, self satisfying and at times have twisted glory.
I guess I answered my own question.

Native

“Let me tell you a story boys.” the aged mother beckoned them. The three middle age men with Native American looks came over to her wooden rocker. Their wives were in the kitchen cooking for celebration that would be taking place. It was the men’s mother’s eighty-sixth birthday. She was wrinkled and didn’t move as fast as she used to but she still had that feisty spirit when someone said something she didn’t agree with. She always made her point clear and would not be bested.

“What is ma?” the youngest, Michael questioned. His thick black eyebrow rose.

Weak with old age but filled with determination inside, the mother lifted herself off her rocker. The son’s eyes were filled with panic as she did so. They had always helped her up.

“Ma! Be careful!” Tony yelled at her. He tried to touch her shoulder to help her balance.

“Oh get off.” she rolled her shoulder so Tony’s hand wouldn’t be on her anymore. “I might be old but I’m not helpless.” She then rolled her eyes.

She walked in short steps to the fireplace. On the mantle she spotted just what she needed; a brown leather book with old yellow pages crinkled inside. She walked back to her rocker and sat down.

“Now,” she dusted off the book and then sneezed.

A “Bless you.” came from all three boys.

“Thank you. Okay boys, today I’m going to tell you the story of your grandmother.”

“You’ve never really talked about her before Ma.” Leon interrupted. Leon being the oldest, always thought it was his place to ask the questions everyone had on their mind.

“Oh really?” she said sarcastically. “Now quit interrupting me boys. Your grandmother kept a diary of sorts. She wanted to remember certain things that happened. She also wanted her family to gain strength and wisdom from her recollections of events in things. Also, today you will find out more about your grandfather M and our Native American heritage. Are you ready?”

The men nodded in agreement.

“Alright, let’s begin.

August 24, 1934

            Well, I am at a loss for words for what has happened to me. Just a week ago I was encircled by electric lights and cars and now I have fire and horses. It is as if the world I used to know no longer exists. I’m scared but I have made some friends that have helped me through.

My name is Sarah Maryanne Taylor. I am only twenty years old. My father is the well-known  Joseph Taylor. My mother died at childbirth leaving my father with me. He owns the business that steals the land from Native Americans. But he doesn’t see it as stealing, rather taking what is rightfully the chosen ones by God. The white people.

Since he was always out for work, he left the maid in charge of me. Her name is Adeala. Adeala is a strong black woman with little education but wonderful wisdom. For years when I was younger she would tell me this every single day, “Miss Sarah, you are more pretty than you were ‘esterday.”One day while I was crying because my father hadn’t come home in months she told me, “Baby girl, you have strong when you get older. My mama was a slave; she taught me how to be strong. Now look at me, forty somethin’ year old and I’m as strong as anyone. I want the same for you suga. No matter how bad it is, how mean they are, or how weak you think you might be, you gotta be strong.”

 I needed those words when I found out who my father had given my hand to; Richard Clutz. Richard preferred to be called “Dick” which was a perfect name for him. He was a prick. Sure, he was handsome. He could get any girl he wanted with those green eyes and nice brown hair. His smile was what got most women, but not me. My father’s company was going to go to him when my father passed. So, he thought it was best if I married Dick. Dick was not my perfect match at all, but I was going to go through with it for my father.

It’s getting pretty late and the fire is dimming so I’ll stop for tonight, I will continue tomorrow.

Sarah Taylor

August 25, 1934

Okay, back to where we were. It had been several months that I had been engaged to Dick. I swear, if anything had a reflective service, he’d be right there checking himself out. It was ridiculous. He would come over to court me and discuss business with my father. I had to endure endless amount of hours of those two making business jokes and plans. It was a legal type of torcher. Anyways, on August 16^th was the night of our engagement party. It was immense party held at Haight mansion. It was a wonderful party to cover up a horrid marriage. Even the sky knew we were a bad match; it was a lightening show outside.

The dress I was forced to wear was white telling everyone I was the bride, was two sizes too small. Sure, it hugged me in all the right places and I looked amazing in it, but it was hard to breath. I felt like I was suffocating to death. Every single time I would try to eat something, a spot would appear on my dress. One of my father’s maids told me to stop eating all together or Id ruin the dress. I figured she was right, so I didn’t eat.

Halfway through the party, I began to feel uneasy. The combination of the dress being too tight and me not eating was getting to me. I decided it would be best if I lay down. I knew there were rooms upstairs where I could just find some peace and quiet.

I searched for Adeala. I found her in the kitchen cleaning up.

“I’m going to lay down upstairs if anyone needs me.”

“Oh no suga. I know this place like the back of my hand. My mama used to clean all around this house. The study is the best place for a quick nap.” She informed me.

I couldn’t help but notice the glimmer of mischief in her eyes. I’ve been wondering if she’s the reason I’m where I am now but anyways, she directed me towards the study.

“Now you can sleep here baby girl. If we need ya we’ll come get cha real quick. Okay suaga?”

I nodded and walked into the room. It was a massive room. Three of four walls where filled with books. They all had different shapes and sizes. Each different in their own way. Each telling a different story. I sat on the couch that was in the middle of the room and pondered what my story would say.

My thoughts were interrupted by the loud clash of thunder that consumed the whole room. On one of the walls was a large window. You could see how bad the weather had gotten. It looked like a hurricane. In a way, it soothed me. It let me know there were things larger than my own problems.

I lay down and closed my eyes. My thoughts were only on the rain hitting the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. is all I heard until I fell asleep. When I awoke silence is what I spoke.

I’m going to end this here. Tomorrow I will write more. My hand is cramping.

Sarah Taylor

August 27, 1934

         When I awoke, I was on sticks. I was tied down. I tried to struggle to get free but I couldn’t. I had no recollection of getting there or why I was even tied up. My skin was a blush pink from the sun. The sun’s rays felt horrible on my skin. I was parched and panicked. I stopped struggling because of my exhaustion.

        I decided to take notice of things around me. I was in a pasture. Green as far as the eye could see. I closed my eyes and attempted to sleep. Sleep got me here and possibly sleep could get me out.

      I then awoke to a two Native American men looking at me.

        “Help me! Help me!” I screamed.

      They both did their best to help untie from those horrible sticks. They spoke in a language I didn’t understand. One of them asked me a question which I didn’t understand. I just shook my head.

       “I speak English.” I told them.

        “English?” they both looked at each other and spoke again in their native tongue.

        They managed to untie me. They slowly set me down on the ground. I was too weak to stand on my own. The bigger one carried me while the other grabbed the two horses they came on. I closed my eyes once again and pass out.

        I woke up to an old lady offering me water out of a cup. I sat up from my pallet on the floor and said, “Thank you.” It even hurt to move.

       She smiled. I don’t think she actually understood me. She walked out if the tipi.

         I noticed I was no longer wearing my dress but another dress I didn't recognize. It was breathable so I was happy to have it on. There were burn marks on my wrist and ankles where the ropes had been. My skin that was exposed to the sunlight also was burned.

        I laid there and again looked at my surroundings. It was a tipi made out of some type of animal hide. I was the only person in the room. I drank all the water and laid back down.

        Within ten minutes a young man came in. I couldn't help but notice his looks. He had broad shoulders and was shirtless. His body was like one of the movie stars you see at the picture show. His face was had a hard and serious look to it. But his eyes revealed a playful boyish vibe. He was handsome.

“Hello. My name is Machijuio. You may call me M. I am the translator for my people. What is your name?” He sat right by me. He smelt like outside but in a good way.

“My name is Sarah Taylor.” And that’s where it all started.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Martha, Tony’s wife shouted from the kitchen.

“What happens next Ma?” the boys all said at once.

“Well boys, you’ll just have to find out next time won’t we?” the mother told them. She got off her rocker and placed the book back on the mantle.

She left the boys with questions unanswered but knew by keeping them in suspense, they would come back to visit her more often than they ever did before.

Running

Running

Busy grandmother

         Running around town

                                         

Running around the house

Running in her mind

Never stopping to rest

Never stopping at all

Exhaustion hits

It sinks into her mind

It whispers, “REST FOREVER.”

As in a trance, she listens

She, alone, goes the medicine cabinet

Taking all she can gorge

She waits

                                 The voice inside her head still lingers

            It again whispers, “NOT FAST ENOUGH!”

She goes to the bathroom

With the dark blade of death

       Worried grandfather running around town

Running around the house

She’s running through his mind

Never stopping to rest

Never stopping at all.

Free Write One

I don't feel good at all. Like I seriously haven't felt this bad in quite awhile. My nose, ears, and throat all feel like there's something wrong with them. Provably because they are connected. I honestly just want to go home. My nose is so stuffed so I can only mouth breathe. Which is a disgusting thing. I see others doing it and I think it's gross but now I'm doing it. Guess that's my pay back. 

 My ears feel clogged. I clean them but there's still stuff in them. I can't actually hear things correctly. I just think that all the snot in my nose has somehow impaired my ears. There's just so much pressure! 

  My throat feels even worse. It's very itchy and scratchy. Oh but there is some relief to the itch. There's a waterfall of drainage running down and tickling down it. Yesterday, it hurt even worse but at least yesterday that was my only problem. Now, it's everything. 

 My head is about to explode. When someone talks I want to tell them to shit up. It's not because I don't value what they are saying, it just hurts to hear their ideas. Today in yearbook, I was beyond annoyed and in pain. They were all laughing at the senior video and it was to much. If I hear "We don't need no education", "We are the champions", "We will rock you" or Paola's weird techno song that's playing right now , I'll go crazy. Just kidding, I'm already there. 

 I don't want to leave my work hanging but I'm just not sure if I can work a shift. First, I'm not sure if it is safe since I had a fever last night.  Second, I don't know if my body can handle it. Third, I don't know if my mind can take all the stupidity. 

 If I feel this crummy now it pains me to think what I'll feel like standing and making food for hours. I guess I have to call but I just don't want someone to be in a bind because of it. I wish I could just sleep forever. 

The Sweet Heart of Summer

In the sweet heart of summer
No one can stop you
Perfect weather engulfs you
Sweet sticky memories are created
Smells will either be loved or hated

In the sweet heart of summer
Your friends keep in touch 
But never to much
They call every once in awhile
But you need them to make you smile

In the sweet heart of summer
Your life supply dwindles down
No more going around town
The money you once paraded around
Has gone down down down

In the sweet heart of summer
Danger looms around
Freedom fails you
Left alone
Look around
The sweet heart of fall has been found