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I gape along with the others at this strange, nine year old girl.

WHO IS ELSIE???

IS THAT HIS MOM??? DID SHE DIE???

1) No such thing as horrible writing here ;)
2) Okay then, that's okay, I'll try for something
3) Please no swearing here. It says that on the guidelines, and I'd like to stick to them.

O.O

WHATISITWHATISIT!!!!!

:D Why don't you add? Anyone can! Could you?

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:D

I turned back around and leaned against the rail on the fire escape, looking around at the yellowing grass and shriveling shrubs. "Is there anybody even being paid to do this? What a horrible job!" I thought, picking a dry leaf from a nearby bush.

A door slammed, and I looked up. "Alright, Erin! Let's go!" Dad said, a little too energetically as he galloped down the rusty fire escape. I squeezed the leaf in my fist, and then let its remaining powder fall to the ground as I followed Dad across the lawn.

CHAPTER 2:


"Wonderful day, isn't it?" he said, grinning widely as he climbed into the old jeep. I scooted in the back seat, wrinkling my nose at the moldy seat-covers. Dad had found this at an old garage sale when we first moved, and bought it, declaring he would get it working again. So far he's been a bit successful, it starts with only one or two turns of the keys now, but I still couldn't get used to the smell. We didn't have a hunk of garbage for our car back in Florida.

"Mmm." I replied, and said no more. Dad started the engine - it took a few coaxing - and I latched my seat belt. He backed out of the driveway and bumped down the small road.

:) Thanks! I will remember that when I write, now!

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Okay. Thanks. yeah, I guess cuz when I write I edit WHILE I write, kind of a habit, and then I can never finish the story, I get tired of it

Any CC?

:D Thanks!

I could see him grounding his teeth from here. Don't ask how. I have exceptional eyesight. I didn't move for a moment, but then whipped my hair behind my shoulder and stalked off. The nerve of that man...

Suddenly, I ran into something - or rather, someone - with a thunk. I toppled to the ground, along with all of my shopping bags -

____To be Continued______

OOH! And when Jason comes back from being super man, he says: I SUPER hate you.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAS

*squints eyes open*

Okay!

I look up at what the others were looking at and - "Wait, am I supposed to be seeing somehing?" I ask, confused.

"Don't you see her?" Brooke gasps.

"You mean you can't see-" Indigo began, her eyes fixated on the empty tree above us.

In fact, everyone was staring up at the empty branches of the tree. Everyone with an expression of deep horror on their faces. Everyone except me.

JULANE THAT DRAWING SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!!

KAMIKO, HIGH FIVE, WE ARE IN THE BAD DRAW-ERS CLUB TOGETHER.

*gets buried*

I just lay there, crying silent tears. I don't know how long, but when Dad finally called up the hallway, and I heard the door slam, the tears were well dry and my eyes were only slightly red.

Quickly, I wiped my nose and stuffed the picture back under my bed, and went to join Dad in the kitchen.

I found him munching on a brownie at the counter, reading a little sticky note on the counter.

"What's that, Dad?" I asked, ducking my head so he couldn't see my red eyes.

"Hmmm? Oh, just some errands to do today - oh, these are some good brownies, want one?" He held out the pan.

I shook my head and sat down at the table. "No thanks, Dad."

He shrugged and replaced the pan on the counter. "Well, I have a few things to do today, would you like to come? Or would you rather stay and sort these boxes out?"

"Uh, no, Dad, I guess I'll come," I said, eyeing the piles of boxes in the hallway. There were too many to count, and even though they looked horrible, Dad had a reputation for messy packing.

"Excellent!" he beamed. "Great! Well, why don't you go and get your shoes on, we leave in five minutes!" He finished his brownie and, tugging the plastic wrap back over the pan of brownies, he stood and put them in the fridge.

I slipped out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Next to the front door was a rack for shoes- Dad got it for $5.99 at Walmart- with four pairs of shoes on it. I pulled my favorite boots off it and shoved my feet in them. Upon lacing them up, I found they were getting a bit small. I groaned, and tried to wiggle my toes around. They were stuck up against the tip of the boots, and my heels were pushed as far back as they would go.

In defeat, I stood and walked a few steps. Not too bad. I'd have to get new ones soon, though. I chose a black sweater from the coat rack and tugged it on.

"I'll be outside, Dad!" I called. Without waiting for an answer, I stepped out the door, and trotted down the fire escape. Upon reaching the front lawn, I turned around to squint up at the apartment building. The sun shone through the few trees that lined the sides of the building, so it was difficult to see, but I could just make out the outline of Dad in the second window to the left.

We were on the second floor, and if we wanted to get down to the first floor, we would have to use the stairs inside the building on the other side of the floor. Dad and I found that the fire escape led right up to our tiny porch in the front, so we just used that.