As I was running, as fast as I could. I ran into the darkest forest known to man. I knew what I was running from. I knew I could not hide. I knew that whatever it took I would need to never get caught by the thing chasing me. Do you want to know my story? No one can ever know where I am or what I am doing. I cannot be deceitful and yet I cannot tell the truth. I have gotten myself into a certain situation where all I can do is hope for the best and never look back. You can only know simple things about me; you can call me shadow girl because I live in the shadows and am “invisible” to the naked eye. I don’t know where to run but this I’ll tell you, I was kidnapped and tossed from foster home to foster home until I got kidnapped and escaped and came across a secret forest where foster kids took care of each other. I became one of their members, a person apart of their family. There is Andrew, Carey, Simpleton, McHenry, Phoebe, and then there’s me. “Shadow, go out and grab some wood can ya?” Simpleton asked “Sure, next time be a little bit more nice,” I said “please.” “Whatever you want, your majesty.” Simpleton said and then bowed mockingly. I walked deeper into the forest , farther and farther away from the camp fire light. I grabbed as much wood as I could to keep us warm for the night. I started to head back; the camp light suddenly went out, then I heard the screaming of Carey and Phoebe. I dropped the wood and ran as fast as I could towards; what I remembered of where the camp was. I ran and when I got there, no one was near. I grabbed an arrow and spear for hunting to defend myself from whatever was lurking. Questions were running through my head. Where is everyone? How can I help? How do I find my family? How do I protect everything we have worked for to be safe? ************************************************************* Now, here I am still wandering the forest for my friends, no family. “Carey, Phoebe, are you okay? Andrew can you hear me? Nasty Simpleton?” I knew even if Simpleton was dying he would answer. I heard a noise as if someone was crawling. “Shadow,” it was Carey “you really do lurk in the night.” “What happened to everyone , the camp?” I said with so many questions in mind. “I saw something,” she looked distressed “it was probably nothing.” “If it was nothing you wouldn’t scream or everyone disappear.” “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I gave her “the look”. “I saw Kurt Perry.” “Kurt’s alive.” She said hopefully and yet, scared. I sat down trying to embrace what she had just told me. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Was it his ghost?” “No.” Kurt had died three years ago by a drunk driver. Kurt wouldn’t have died if it were for me. I had been blinded by something that calls for another story when I didn’t see the old rusty truck some out of nowhere and into the forest. Kurt pushed me out of the way when he didn’t get far enough away himself. “Kurt’s back. Well, I guess we better go and find him then and get Phoebe, Andrew, and Nasty Simpleton back.” Off we went to go find our ghost and hunt him down. I remembered his favorite spot to hide and I figured that his ghost would be there two. “Off to the Never-ending Cave.” Carey trusted me and had no worries that I wouldn’t protect her to my own undoing. We walked 3.14 miles until we came to the cave. “I’ll go in first, you be careful.” We slowly walked in like bosses. I saw what we were looking for. I knew I was secretly hoping it wasn’t true. I saw Andrew, Phoebe, and Simpleton. I really didn’t want to rescue Simpleton but knew I had to. “Kurt, It’s me your friend, Shadow.” “Shadow, is it really you?” “Yeah,” I really hoped this wasn’t a trick. “Kurt why don’t you give me Andrew, Phoebe, and…” I didn’t want to say it “Simpleton, too.” “I... we just wanted to hang out.” His eyes... I could tell he was getting defensive. “Kurt chill out I just wanted to get the gang and go make another fire before it gets dark outside.” “Shadow, you never really wanted to do that. You hate fire, you love the dark.” “I love the dark but our friends don’t like it , they can get hurt.” He started to grow angry as if he never wanted them to leave. His eyes grew redder and his face became deformed, he looked as if he was slender man and the boogie man rolled into one. Carey screamed, which probably didn’t help. “Run!” *********************************************************************************************** As Carey and I were running, Andrew grabbed his pocket knife and cut him, Simpleton, and Phoebe, all loose. They heard Carey’s scream and ran to help out. “Shadow , Carey let’s play Crando.” Code name for a situation and how to deal with it. We all worked together ; I side kicked Kurt, Andrew jabbed him, and we all took him down together. At the end of it all I heard this whisper: “Good job Shadow.” I heard it coming out of Simpleton’s mouth. I thought I would never hear those words as long as I lived. To my surprise, Simpleton was more than just Simple. “Call me Cora.”
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Unexpected and Unforeseen Events
This story is not true it is a story I made up but, someone could have been through the same thing.
Hi, my name is Elizabeth. I was a little girl a
year ago and now I feel like I am older. Now feel like I am actually loved with the people I’m living with
for the first time in my life. You wouldn't understand if I just tell you that. So
here is the story.
There I was watching my white Pit bull with amazing blue , sparkly eyes running back and
forth at the waiting area, in the Kadlec hospital in
The doctor was a women who was Guatemalan with short brow hair with blond streaks. She was probably about the height of 5'4. She was her name was Athalia Clower. She was kind was very gentle in how she did tests.
A nurse named Emma came to help me up. I ran into my grandparents arms that have held me so long. I didn't know what I would do except sob into their arms.
After that, we drove a long way home. We stopped by our favorite milkshake diner called "Mr. Maclin's Milkshakes" I got a chocolate banana milkshake. I went to my house trying not to cry. and I just stood there for some time. I went to my door, that leads to my bedroom.Then I grab some courage somewhere deep inside and grabbed my door knob that is brass and shinny and I walked into my bare bedroom. It looked the same way I had left it, simple. I grabbed my suitcase and put all my clothes in there but, not in a neatly fashion.
Then, I stopped abruptly, and I cried out and said "Lord, can you just tell my parents I love them and care for them. I miss them Lord please help me to know they are in a better place now. Amen."
Months later, after the funeral and burial and many many amounts of treatments. It was time, time to realize That I had no hope. I knew If I was going to heaven I should be happy. I was peaceful about it and so were my grandparents.
"Grandma Cindy, Papa Leland , please know I will go to heaven eventually whether now or later. Please have peace about it. I don't want you to have grief because I know I will go to heaven." They just smiled and nodded in assurance.
Then Dr. Athalia walked in and said " There is big news. When we ran tests on Elizabeth's brains we found no cancer. She is cancer free! Congratulations!" I didn't no what to do except cry and hug and kiss my "parents" that I love so dearly.
Now you know, the unforeseen events I have been through in the last year. I think God has shown me to be happy for all I have. I hope you are happy for all God has given you.
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Some of my pics I took
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Paint chip art
Have you ever heard of paint chip art. Well, now you will learn how to make it for $4.00- $6.00. For cheap, cheap ,cheap.
First, you gather all of the supplies.
a canvas and some paint chips
Then lay out your pattern you want to lay on your canvas.
Then glue the paint chips onto the canvas.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Kate and Me
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