hey rebecca black, apparently it's friday..

Okay, so if you haven't seen this video, make sure you watch my attached link before you read this.  Pay attention to the video and the lyrics.

Okay now, this video starts out where a calendar comes up with this girls annoying face in some cheap Windows Movie Maker effect, and she's singing her little harmonies while the calender flips through the days of the week.  Sunday: STUDY STUDY STUDY. Uhm, pretty sure normal kids do that, quit complaining.  Monday: TEST TODAY.  Ooh, exciting.  Tuesday: MORE HOMEWORK.  Awh, Rebecca.  Life's rough, eh?  Wednesday: MUSIC PRACTICE.  Congrats.  Thursday: ESSAY ONE.  WOOHHOOOO.  Friday: HOORAY, YES, FINALLY.  Too bad no one cares. 

Okay so now it's 7 am, not 6:59, not 7:01, just 7.  She wakes up with her curly hair and then she's gotta go downstairs and gotta get fresh.  So she rolls herself down the stairs and her hair is MAGICALLY straightened and she just looks great... Now she's standing downstairs and she's gotta have her bowl, gotta have cereal.  Which kind, Rice Krispies?  I don't know!  Then everyone behind her is rushing like they actually have to be somewhere and she's just standing around singing.  Her mom's probably like, "REBECCA, GET TO SCHOOL!"  Kids these days... Then she heads down to the bus stop, gotta catch her bus.  Now, I think the point of a bus stop is to get on the bus, but oh no, Rebecca Black taught me different.  Her 12 year old friends come rolling up in their Convertible, which I'm pretty sure the munchkin driving can't reach the pedals in the car, but anyways.  She stands there AT THE BUS STOP trying to figure out which seat she's going to sit in, in a car full of four people and five seats.  REBECCA, THERE'S ONLY ONE SEAT LEFT.  Then she finally gets in the car and she gets to the most annoying chorus ever sang.

IT'S FRIED EGGS, FRIED EGGS, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIED EGGS.  EVERYBODY'S LOOKIN' FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND, WEEKEND.  FRIED EGGS, FRIED EGGS, GETTIN' DOWN ON FRIED EGGS, EVERYBODY'S LOOKIN' FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND. 

SERIOUSLY?! 

Then all the kids are chillin' in the car with their seat belts off, they've all switched seats as you can see.  Now she's sitting ON THE BACK, not even IN THE CAR.  Can somebody please explain to me what her dilemma was with picking a seat in the car before, NOW SHE'S NOT EVEN SITTING IN THE SEAT.  Obviously this video is not teaching kids safe driving.  Her friends that are sitting in the back with her both look like they want to throw themselves into moving traffic, to be honest.  They're all dancing awkwardly and flipping their hair beside her with their annoying facial expressions.  Then she says, "My friend is on my right, eh,"  like, ouch.  That's kind of a stab to the girl on the left, don'tcha think?   Then she says, "I got this, you got this,"  uhm, no Rebecca, I don't got this. 

Then she gets to the chorus and it's at this party she was waiting for all week!  So her and all her little 12 year old friends roll up in their sport cars to this great party they're having on FRIDAYY FRIDAAAYY!  Okay, I'm the same age as her and I'm pretty sure the only party she's invited to is one where they'll be watching Disney movies and being supervised by parents. 

So she arrives and pretends everyone there is her friend but they're all there going, "Who is that and why is she saying Friday so much?"  She looks SO uncomfortable the entire time she's singing.  By the way, the people who picked the make up for this video, YOU SUCK.  Her eyes looked like a smurf threw up on them.  Then everyone at the party joins in with her singing saying, "YEA!"  How nice. 

Then she gets to the most educational part of the song:

Yesterday was Thursday.  Today is Friday.  We we we so excited.  We so excited.  We gonna have a ball today.  Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards.  I don't want this weekend to end.

Really, do you think we're all that stupid that we don't know the days of the week?  Clearly her school needs to work on her grammer a little bit if she keeps saying "We so excited,"  and she sounds like she's got a bit of a stuttering problem.

Then this creepy rapper that NO ONE has ever heard of just pops up driving in his car with his awesome watch on talking about which seat to sit in.  NO!  You do not talk about things like this with 12 year old little girls.  No, just no.  Then he talks about how he sees the school bus.  Buddy, you need some friends if all you do is follow around school buses... or some help. 

Then she's on a stage singing about how it's FRIED EGGS FRIED EGGS and then she stops... and everyone claps.


Okay, I know Rebecca Black is only like 13, but really, this song is the most annoying thing I've EVER heard.  I'm not trying to be mean, really, but there's only so much you can take. 

Jigsaw: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Ashlyn walked down the long corridor to a staircase, the staircase to her freedom.  As she climbed each step, one by one, she felt her heartbeat slow, she finally realized she was okay. 


She was at the last few steps when the latch to get upstairs opened, a man was standing there.  He had a black robe on, it was red and silk inside, he looked to be old.  His hair was graying and it had white tinges, in one way he looked to be quite handsome, honestly.


"Hello, Ashlyn, my name's John,"  he smiled, sweetly.

"I remember you, from the first time I played,"  Ashlyn said, inching back a little bit from John.

"No need to be afraid, Ashlyn, I helped you.  If you continue to cherish your life, like you did in there,"  he pointed down the stairs,
"you'll never be tested again.  I promise."

Ashlyn's close were torn and wet, she was still bleeding from the saw blades and she was ready to curl up and die.  John, however, had other plans.

"Ashlyn, come in.  You're going to help me, now, as I helped you.  I can see that you understand how the game works, as you won.  Keylie and Shelbi will be playing another game because they both clearly didn't do as they were told,"  at the mention of Keylie and Shelbi, Ashlyn's eyes perked up.

"Is it possible for them to win?"  Ashlyn asked, pleading with her eyes.

"Ashlyn, it's always possible.  Everyone deserves a chance, my dear.  You did very good, now we're going to help them.  Right now they're in that bathroom, you listened to that secret tape as soon as you left the saw blades,"  John said.

Ashlyn thought back to it.

"Hello Ashlyn, if you've made it this far, you've already almost won.  I need you to be strong, stronger than them.  If you're the smart girl that I know you are, you've pocketed everything this far, thus you can win.  Shelbi and Keylie are probably extremely disoriented and in a lot of pain right now.  All you have to do is take them down the hallway, the door looks like a wall, but it slides, then secure them with the chains connected on opposite sides of the bathroom.  All the tools they need are in your posession, empty them in the toilet.  They need to find their own way out.  Once you're done, secure the door and make your way down the corridor.  Congratulations, Ashlyn."

"Okay, I'll help you,"  she said, walking up the final four steps and into what is going to become her home.

"I need your word that you will never breath any of this to anyone, do we have a deal?" 

"Yes."

John took Ashlyn over to a desk on the far side of the large four-walled room.  There was a first-aid kit and some paroxide waiting for them.

"Hold your breath,"  John said, pouring the paroxide on to a piece of paper towel and rubbing it down Ashlyn's wounds.

"That's it, easy now,"  John handed the paper towel to Ashlyn and grabbed a tenser bandage for her arm.

"Thank you,"  Ashlyn said, giving him a slight smile.

"Now,"  John started, "these are the cameras we need to see if Keylie and Shelbi are playing the game correctly.  If all goes well, they should be done in about thirty minutes.  If they don't finish in time, the toxins seeping through their blood will kill them."

"Is there any way I can help them?"  Ashlyn asked, feeling a tear fall down her face.

John put his arm around her, "Ashlyn, they need to help themselves."

"John, if they die, can't you get charged with murder?"

"Ashlyn, killing is distasteful.  I've never killed anyone in my life.  They choose to live or die, not me."

Ashlyn looked at the moniters intently and prayed that Keylie and Shelbi would figure a way out. 

"Look, Ashlyn.  They're coming to life, you need to watch this, I need to go take my medication,"  John coughed.

Ashlyn looked down at the screen.  She could hear them starting to talk.

"Ashlyn... Keylie?"  Shelbi started.  She opened her eyes and couldn't see through the darkness.

"Shelbi, is that you?"  Keylie said, weakly.

"Where's Ashlyn?"  Shelbi asked, sitting up a little bit straighter.

Ashlyn started to get scared at the mention of her name.

"Wait, if we're in the same room, I can get the lights,"  Keylie said, getting to her feet and turning the switch, "ouch, there's something on my feet!"

Shelbi and Keylie both glanced down at the same time, seeing for the first time the chains that could make or break their chance to live.

"We need to get out of here,"  Shelbi cried.

"Wait, check the walls.  Try pulling out all the bricks, there was something hidden in there before,"  Keylie started to cough into her hands a little bit.  Blood.  "We need to hurry."

They were both doing their best to find something, anything they could.  Suddenly, Shelbi got something.

"I found something,"  she yelled, pulling out a brown box with a lock on it.

"It's locked, we need a key,"  Keylie said, looking around.

"We've both got toilets, could this just be something sick someone planned or could we actually find something in them?"  Shelbi contemplated. 

"It's worth a shot.  Got your tetanus?"  Keylie asked with a slight grin,

They both started digging in their toilets, failing to notice the saws in the middle of the room.

"I got something!"  Shelbi said, holding up a scalpel and two keys.

She tried them both on the safe, one worked.  She looked inside, not surprised to find a tape player. 

"Hey, I found something, too,"  Keylie said, holding up two tapes with LIVE and DIE written on them seperately.

"Here, throw me the tapes, I don't want to wreck the player,"  Shelbi said, urging Keylie with hand signals.

Meanwhile, Ashlyn was still watching them in terror.  They only had fifteen minutes left.

Shelbi got the tapes and put the one that said LIVE in first.

"Hello Shelbi and Keylie, I bet you're wondering why you're still here.  I'll tell you why, you didn't listen to the rules.  You both had something I told you to do and you didn't do it.  To win this game you need to use what you've got there in the middle of the room.  Or you could share the scalpel that Shelbi is probably cleverly hiding from you, Keylie.  Live or die, make your choice."

"You've got a scalpel?"  Keylie asked, angrily.

"Yea, how's that going to help?"  Shelbi asked, determined not to give it to her.

"Whatever, play the next tape,"  Keylie said, glaring at Shelbi.

Shelbi put the DIE tape in and pressed play.

"Hello Shelbi and Keylie, by now you've learned the rules, you need to abide by them.  You cannot win this game by doing what you want to.  There's a deadly toxin seeping into your blood right now, the only way to live is to get out of your chains and find the antidote that's hidden.  Here's a tip, the antidote is not in this room.  Live or die, make your choice."

As soon as the tape shut off, Shelbi grabbed a saw from the middle of the room and stared at it.

Ashlyn was praying for their lives.  She looked at the clock.  Five minutes.

Shelbi took her bandana off and tied it tightly just above the chain.

Keylie was tugging at hers across the room, but never even noticed what Shelbi was doing. 

Shelbi started sawing and screaming, that got Keylie's attention.

Keylie became frantic, "No Shelbi, you don't have to do this!  Don't let him win, Shelbi!  We can do this, come on!" 

Shelbi just kept on cutting.  She got to the bone and did her best to break it.  She was finally able to fit her foot through the chain that was keeping her there. 

Keylie was bawling and unable to look at Shelbi for the fear of what was about to come. 

Shelbi walked right over to Keylie and said, "I'm so sorry."

Then Shelbi repeatedly entered the scalpel into the same wound in Keylie.  Keylie was crying and thrashing, but she knew she wouldn't live anyway.  Shelbi saw it as the only way out.  Or so her tape said.  No one was aware that Shelbi had heard her tape before the other two woke up.

"Hello Shelbi, do you know why you're here?  Well I'll tell you.  You're a junkie and you need to stop.  You haven't cherished your life and you've got your children taken away due to your recent loss of cash.  You've started selling your body for money when you could easily go back to high school and get your diploma.  Shelbi, to win this game you're going to need to hurt someone who's been hurting you.  Keylie and Ashlyn are in this room with you.  To get out of this, you're going to need to eliminate the competition.  Live or die, Shelbi.  Make your choice."

Keylie stopped struggling and Shelbi was frantic to get out.  She took the other key and headed to the door.

Ashlyn was watching, crying because of what she just witnessed, "Why?"

"Ashlyn, it's a game.  It's not your fault they didn't play by the rules,"  he carefully embraced her.

Shelbi was halfway to the door when she started coughing extremely hard.  She couldn't get up.  She was coughing up blood.  Then her nose started to bleed.  Slightly at first, then harder.

There was no way Shelbi was going to make it.  They both lost.

Ashlyn started crying and kissed the cross she carried around her neck. 

"What happens now?"  she asked, sobbing still.

"We're going to leave it, I have other plans for that.  I need you to go get the tapes and the tape player,"  John said urging her on.

Ashlyn made her way down the corridor into the room where her two friends lay, dead.  Ashlyn ripped her cross off her neck and laid it on Keylie's body.  She then grabbed the tapes and tape player and pocketed them.  She walked out to John standing at the sliding door.

"What now?"  Ashlyn asked, averting her eyes from the gruesome scene in front of her.

"Right now I've got a man in a house down the street ready to start his game.  Everything's set up, you just need to watch the moniter,"  John said sliding the door closed, "Game over."

Jigsaw

    “Hello, is anyone there?” Ashlyn yelled, her sound bouncing off the walls in the room that contained her.
    “Ashlyn, is that you?” Keylie yelled out.
    “Keylie, thank God!  How did we get here?  Is there a light?” Ashlyn yelled, upset to find out that she wasn't the only one in the room.  There was more than one person in this coffin.
    “I don’t know, Ash.  We’ll figure it out, just feel the walls, we need to find a light,” Keylie said, standing on her feet, to find her legs quite weak, but she wasn’t about to give up.
   
    Keylie wasn’t a really big girl, at 5’ she was 110 pounds soaking wet with straight dark brown hair to just below her chest.  She had beautiful facial features, a cute little button nose and big sky blue eyes, needless to say, she could get any guy she so desired.  Ashlyn, on the other hand, was hour glass figured, about 5’6, but didn’t have a whole lot of style and never made her body work, at all.  She had shoulder length blond hair, which was the most noticeable and obvious thing about her.  Her face was cute, she didn’t stick out in a crowd, but if she was with the right people, she’d get noticed.

    Suddenly the bright lights came on, Keylie and Ashlyn both quickly covered their eyes.  The room was grungy and dirty looking, it actually looked a lot like a bathroom, kind of like the one you see when you’re on a road trip and you stop at that one gas station in the middle of nowhere because you really have to pee.

    “Why the hell are we in a bathroom?” Ashlyn asked with a puzzled look on her face.
    “Who knows.  Um, I don’t see how necessary it is to have chains on our ankles.  Ugh, this is a total disaster.  We need to figure out a way out of here, fast,” Keylie said putting her head in her hands.
    “Well I’m sure we could figure it out if we knew why we were even here!” Ashlyn yelled, frustrated.
    “Ash, calm down.  We need to figure something out.  Dig in all your pockets, see if you can find anything.”

    Pulling their pockets inside out, they both found tapes.  Both saying their names, it was unmistakable.  

    “Ashlyn, how do we play these?”  Keylie asked, looking around for some sort of clue.
    “If I knew do you think I’d still be looking?  Wait, is that blood?!”  Jacey said, backing up to the wall.
    “Whoa, that’s messed.  Look, do you see that?”  Keylie asked, looking disgusted yet interested.
    “No, what?”  Ashlyn said, moving closer.
    “Look Ashlyn," Keylie said looking closer, “he’s got a tape player.”
    “Keylie, take off your jacket and see if you can reach it.”
    “Okay, I’ll try.”

    Keylie remarkably got the tape.

    “I’m playing mine first,”  Keylie said, giving Ashlyn the biggest glare ever.
    Ashlyn just snarled and kept her mouth shut.

    “Hello Keylie, I want to play a game.  There’s someone in the bath tub next to you, her name is Shelbi.  You’ve been friends for years, even knowing the horrible things she does.  You’ve got involved with her throughout the years and it’s time to pay for your sins.  You’ve been a junkie for five months now, I think it’s time you kick the habit that’s been controlling your life.  But shh, don’t tell Shelbi, the key you need to win the game is in her stomach.  She’s your strategy, keep her until the clock ticks down and then you need to crush her.  The key you need to start your game lies beneath the heart.  Let the game begin.”

    Keylie started walking over to Shelbi when Ashlyn interrupted, “Hey!  Don’t wake her up yet, you heard the tape.  I need to hear mine, we can’t let her know about this.  You heard him, it’s her or us.  It’s a game.”

    Keylie started softly sobbing as she threw the tape player over to Ashlyn.

    “Hello Ashlyn, I want to play a game.  For years you’ve been deceiving and lying to people who trust you the most, now it’s time for you to take the ultimate test.  The two girls in the room with you don’t know your secret, nor do they have to find out.  Use this to your advantage, the smartest comes out on top.  If you don’t figure out the meaning of life, you won’t come out of this alive.  Cherish your life, Ashlyn.  Let the game begin.”

    Keylie took her face out from behind her hands, “You’ve got a secret?”
    “It’s not important,”  Ashlyn replied, feeling up the wall.
    “What’re you doing?”  Keylie asked, with a puzzled look on her face.
    “Looking for a key to get out of this room,”  Ashlyn replied, still focused on the walls.
    “He said the key to get out of here lies beneath the heart, look,”  Keylie said, pointing towards the floor.

On the floor was a heart painted in black, it wasn’t quite dry, it looked like fresh paint.

“I’ll get the key, wake Shelbi up,”  Ashlyn said, moving fast.

Keylie walked over to Shelbi and shook her gently, “Wake up, Shelbi, wake up, please wake up.”

“What?  Whoa!”  Shelbi started thrashing in the shallow water that was her prison.

“It’s okay, it’s just me, Keylie,”  she said, trying to comfort her.

“Here,”  Ashlyn said handing the key to Keylie, “you’re going to need this if you want your chains undone.”

Ashlyn had already freed herself and was searching for a way out.  

“Wait, don’t get rid of that key, we’re going to need it,”  Ashlyn said, rattling a blue, wooden door with a latch on it.

Once Keylie got Shelbi out of the tub and herself unhooked, she passed the key on to Ashlyn so she could unlatch the door.

“It’s a different lock,”  Jacey said, frustrated, “wait, wait, turn off the lights!”

Shelbi pulled down the light switch and big bold letters written in glow-in-the-dark paint lighted up on the wall.  They read “CHERISH YOUR LIFE.”

   
    Ashlyn quickly turned the lights back on and started trying to grasp the bricks in the wall to find a key.  

    “I got it!”  Ashlyn said, pulling a brick out and grabbing the key.
    “Let’s get out of here and do this thing before something bad happens,”  Shelbi said, putting her fists in the sleeves of her Reebok sweater and holding them tightly.

    Ashlyn swiftly unlatched the door and put the lock in her pocket.  It took a little bit of a push to open the door, and when they walked in they realized why.
    Their push set off a ten minute timer and a TV in the corner of the dark, four walled room.  All they could see was nails in glass jars which looked to be connected to the timer, in other words, they were nail bombs.

    “Look,”  Keylie said, pointing at the TV which quickly cleared from static to the scariest face they’d ever seen.  It looked to be a puppet with a black suit and red bow tie on, but it’s hair was matted and there were little bright red swirls on its cheeks.

    “Hello Keylie, Ashlyn and Shelbi.  I want to play a game.  This room can either be your deathbed or it can be your savior, but you won’t learn that until you play this game.  There is a man at the corner of your room with an X on his stomach, you need to take the scalpel on the floor next to him and dig until you find a key.  If you find the key you have to find the door to use it on.  But hurry, once the timer goes off, so will all those bombs and you’ll never get out.  Let the game begin.”

    They all looked at each other, searching for help.  

    “Okay, wait, we need to figure this out,”  Shelbi said, looking scared as always.
    “No, we need to do this,”  Ashlyn said, running over to the guy on the floor, picking up the scalpel.
    “Ash don’t!”  Keylie yelled, covering her eyes.

    Ashlyn impaled him with the scalpel and starting cutting a large hole in his stomach.  She looked back at the timer, five minutes left.

    Keylie and Shelbi were standing in another corner, bawling, but Ashlyn soon found the key and wiped it off on her pants.  She pocketed the scalpel without the other two seeing.

    “Hurry up and find a damn door,”  Ashlyn said, feeling the walls up and down.
    “Wait,”  Keylie said, lifting up the rug that laid daintily on the floor, “here’s a door, hurry Ashlyn!”

    Ashlyn unlocked the door with forty seconds to spare and they hurried down the stairs and latched the door quickly again.

    “Ow, I got a sliver!”  Shelbi yelled, quickly putting her thumb in her mouth.
    “Suck it up, Shelbi, we could’ve been dead in there, get over yourself,”  Ashlyn said, getting mad.

    Shelbi just rolled her eyes in reply.  

    “What’re we going to do?”  Keylie asked, looking down the winding hallways.
    “We’re going to go down this hallway and play our next game, unless you’d rather die,”  Ashlyn said, eyeing up and down the hallways.
    “This one,”  Shelbi said pointing to their left, “it’s different than the other two hallways, it’s got a light.”

    They all started down the hallway until they came to a steel door with “ONE STEP CLOSER” written on it in red spray paint.

    “I guess we’re one step closer,”  Ashlyn said, opening the door.

    This room was carpeted from top to bottom with three saw blades connected to a timer that wasn’t yet set off.

    “Nobody...”  Ashlyn’s words were interrupted by Keylie’s quick pacing, “move.  Oh God.”

    The five minute timer started before anyone could even say anything.  The TV in the corner of the room came on once again.  

“Hello and welcome, you’re now one step closer to freedom.  In this part of your game, you all need to let something out.  In your case, it’s going to be blood.  Once you start those saw blades, you’re all going to need to give two pints of blood with any body part you choose.  Once the beaker is filled, the door will unlock and you can proceed to exit the room.  How much blood will you shed to stay alive?  Let the game begin.”

“Hurry!”  Ashlyn said, taking her hair bands off her arm and giving one to each of the girls to cut off as much circulation as they could.

“Just use your arms!”  Shelbi said, hurrying to pull up her sleeve.

As the clock ticked down, they were hurrying to get up the courage to put their arms on the saw blades.  

“3...”  Ashlyn started, “2... 1!”  

As soon as Ashlyn said one, all three put their arms in the saw blades.

“Oh my God... oh my God!”  Keylie screamed in agony.

“Just keep your arm in there, stay there, don’t give up!”  Ashlyn yelled.

They finally heard the locks open on the door as Shelbi and Keylie fell to the ground, Jacey was on her knees, sobbing.

“Come on guys, we have to go,”  Ashlyn said, trying to get to her feet.  

Ashlyn helped Shelbi and Keylie to their feet, dragging herself and them to the next game.  They went down a dark corridor which went to what seemed to be a dead end.  A solid wall.

Shelbi and Keylie were still extremely weak and Ashlyn was carrying each on an arm, little did they know that Ashlyn knew exactly what to do.

She grabbed the end of the wall and pulled it sideways, revealing a dirty bathroom, quite like the one that they started in.  In fact, it was the one that they started in, except no doors, no tape player, no nothing.  Just toilets and things out of the toilets, all over the walls.

“What are you doing?”  Keylie asked weakly.  The walls were spinning and she could hardly recognize anything.

Ashlyn brought them both into the room and set them down.  She hooked Keylie up to a chain that was secured with a lock, and didn’t give her the key.  Then she took Shelbi to the other side and put a chain around her ankle.  Then she took the scalpel and keys she gathered from the start and set them in one of the toilets.

Keylie and Shelbi were too disoriented to realize anything except that they’d been chained up.  The room was dark, so they couldn’t see when Ashlyn put everything they needed in the toilet.  

Shelbi and Keylie were both weakly crying out for help, thinking Ashlyn was still going to rescue them.  Ashlyn quickly pulled two saws out of the back of the toilet and threw them in the middle of the room.  As she got the saws, she also got a tape, she put it in the recorder and pressed play.

“Hello Ashlyn, if you’re listening to this tape, you’ve won your game.  You played this game the way I told you to, and you’ve been rehabilitated for the second time.  I bet Keylie and Shelbi weren’t aware that you played before and you knew exactly what to do and where to find everything.  You’ve finally learned how to cherish your life, Ashlyn.  Now, start their game before it’s too late.  Make sure you don’t forget anything.”

As it ended, Ashlyn took her tape and put the recorder in the safe hidden in the wall.  Then she took one last look in the room and tried to imagine what was to come from the next game.

With that, she shut the door and said, “Game over.”

Growing In The Woods

Jadon felt the sun shining down on his shoulders while he sat happily by the stream. It was a perfect sunny day and luckily he was spending it with Emily. Then, all at once Emily pointed at the water. 

“Look Jadon!” Emily exclaimed, “It is a swimming herd of squirrels.”

"No baby, I think that's just the marijuana working in your favor,"  Jadon laughed.  

"Oh,"  Emily laid her head on Jadon's shoulder and giggled.  

Emily's a fourteen year old girl.  She's very cute with her long black hair and bright blue eyes.  She looked to be about 115 pounds soaking wet and she was a short, about 5'O and had extremely beautiful facial features.

Jadon's mother is African American and his dad is Caucasian, except his parent's split because she figured out that she was more happy with a woman.  So Jadon lived with his two mom's until he was seventeen and he hasn't seen his dad since he was two.  Jadon was darker in color, and had bright green eyes.  He was an extremely good looking guy, but he was the "bad boy" type.  He's been dealing and doing dope since he was twelve years old.  Jadon's now eighteen years old and living in a small town in Texas all by himself. 

"Is it wearing off yet, babe?"  Jadon asked, putting his hand softly on her face. 

"Yea babe, I think so.  Do you think I could stay with you tonight?"  Emily asked, averting her eyes as if she was scared of the reply.

He took her face in his hands and softly kissed her, "Of course, honey."

He stood up slowly, stretching out his legs and back, and then he took Emily's hand and pulled her up.

"You want to stop by your house and pick up some clothes?"  Jadon asked, grabbing her hand as they walked through the still park, past the stream.

"My dad will literally kill me if he knows I'm staying with you, I'll just skip school tomorrow,"  Emily said, smiling up at him. 

"Okay baby, whatever you say,"  Jadon said, kissing her on the cheek. 

They walked in silence a little longer, until coming to a forked path through the woods.  Jadon had to live in the woods with a little clearing around his house because he had a grow op in his shed and the plants needed some daylight. 

Jadon's house was quite large, to be honest.  It was all white and had red trim and shingles.  It was a two story home, plus a basement and an attic.  Oh, and the shed where he was growing his marijuana.  He had a lot of money, but he wouldn't explain to Emily the reason he wouldn't spend it.  She wouldn't really understand, she was only fourteen. 

Jadon unlocked the door and they both walked in to the dark house.  Their was shutters covering all the windows, except when we were home, so the rare plants that were inside could get some light.  

"It looks good in here, babe,"  Emily said, smiling as she set her purse down on his purple, velvet couch.  

"Thanks, honey,"  he said, smiling as he grabbed a blanket from his closet.


"Can we watch movies?"  Emily asked, her blue eyes beaming with anticipation.


"Yea, babe.  I've got a ton, go look in that folder beside the chair,"  he pointed to a big binder full of DVD's he illegally downloaded off the internet.  Rebel.


Emily picked a couple movies for them to settle down and watch cuddled up on the couch.


"What'd you pick?"  Jadon asked intently. 


"Cabin Fever, Saw, Nightmare On Elm Street and Kujo,"  Emily said, patting the seat beside her on the couch to signal Jadon to sit down.


He strolled over beside the couch, picking up his extremely pregnant cat to come cuddle with them since she was being extremely loving since she got pregnant.


***

Jadon woke up.  4:27 a.m.  He got up off the couch and went to the kitchen to get some water and head up to his own bed.

"Babe, is that you?"  Emily said, rather tiredly.


"Yea, it's me, Em.  Want to come up to bed, honey?"  Jadon asked, walking over to the couch to sit on the edge.


"Carry me?"  she asked in a childish voice.


"Okay, baby,"  Jadon said, picking her up off the couch to take her upstairs.


She was fast asleep by the time he laid her down in bed.


Jadon tossed and turned all night, though.  He couldn't bear what was to come.  He didn't want Emily to find out about him.  He didn't think she needed the stress of it, with her home life.  Her dad was so mean to her and her mom didn't even care.  He knew she wanted to stay with him, and he wanted her to, also.  "Tomorrow I'll ask her," he thought.


***


"Good morning, sleepyhead,"  Emily said, leaning over him, her black hair put into a long braid to the right side of her perfect body.


"Good morning to you, too,"  Jadon said with a sly grin on his face.


She leaned down and gave him a romantic kiss.  She quickly stood up and put her bright red hoodie on.


"It really accents her blue eyes,"  Jadon thought to himself.  Then he caught himself thinking something else and saying it out loud, "That's all I get?"  He winked at her.


"Oh, shut up,"  she said laughing, "maybe later."  She winked back.


"Can you make me something to eat?"  Jadon asked, pleading with his eyes.


"Pff, since when was I your maid,"  Emily laughed, running down the stairs.


She went into the fridge and grabbed some eggs, a bowl, salt, pepper and ham.  She made him the best breakfast she knew how, which probably wasn't the greatest food ever, but she tried.


"Babe?"  Jadon yelled loudly down the stairs.


"Yea?"  she shouted.


"Bring me a joint from my closet, please?"  


"Okay, with your breakfast,"  she said, smiling to herself.


She grabbed the plates and the joints from his closet and took it up to the bedroom.


"Hey, thanks honey,"  Jadon said, smiling sweetly. 


"You're welcome,"  Emily said, grinning back.


"Can you grab my lighter from my pants pocket on the floor?"  


"Yea, sure,"  she said, leaning down to grab it.  


"Maaaaaan,"  he said, exaggerating on it a little bit.


"Shut up!"  she said, throwing his lighter at him jokingly.


He lit up a joint and they both took a couple hits.  Emily was starting to get use to the feeling, she wasn't laughing as much this time.


"This is really good breakfast, Em,"  Jadon said, putting his arm around her waist.


"Thanks, Jadon,"  she said, smiling.


"Hey, I was thinking last night, I think you should move in with me,"  Jadon said, nervously approaching the subject.


"Really?  I can move in?"  Emily asked, extremely excited.


"Yea, babe.  Of course you can,"  he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"  she exclaimed, happily.

"I have to go water the marijuana, wanna come help?"  Jadon said, encouraging her.


"Nah, I think I'll just stay here and chill with Bernice for a little bit,"  Emily said, petting Bernice.


Bernice was the name of Jadon's pregnant cat.  She was due anytime and Emily didn't really want to leave her alone.  Bernice was around six years old, and he was Jadon's best friend through everything.  Sometimes Bernice even went out to his shed and helped him water his plants.


"Alright, be good Bernice,"  he said, giving her a pat on the back and running out the door.


Almost as soon as Jadon left, Bernice started going crazy and meowing.  Emily didn't know what to do, but she assumed Bernice was in labor. 




Nicholas

What Am I Doing? Drinking Tiger Blood & Bi-Winning With Charlie Sheen.

As some people may already be aware, Charlie Sheen has been through a great deal troubles through the 2O11 year.  So far he's been caught with drug posession of cocaine and he's been fired from his TV show, Two And A Half Men.  He claims to be "bi-winning", not bipolar.  When asked about his love to party, he replied with, "What's not to love?".  

Charlie has five kids, his most recent children are his twins, Bob & Max, at one year old.  He had them with former wife/girlfriend, Brooke Muler.  Bob & Max were recently removed from Charlie's care by the request of Brooke.  

Charlie Sheen was recently interviewed by Good Morning America, where he was asked if he was on drugs.  His reply?  "I'm on a drug... a drug called Charlie Sheen!" What a winner.

He's recently started webcasting himself in a show he calls "Sheen's Korner", where you're either watching, or you're with the trolls.  He's recently claimed he's got "tiger blood, man," and he's a warlock.


He recently compared rehab to a landfill and waved a machete off a five story roof. Win?  I think so.

I wish I was drinking tiger blood, being a warlock and bi-winning with Charlie Sheen.  ♥
He's a god in disguise... the disguise of a warlock.

 

Poetry Slam, I Guess

We just recently had our Poetry Slam where everyone from two of our three grade eight classes says two poems in front of everyone.  

My opinion of poetry slam was that it was a lot of fun and we got to waste some class time, but I was really nervous getting up in front of everyone and saying my peoms.  I thought most of the people did a really good job getting in front of everyone and saying their poems.  Some were better than others, but they were all good.  

My favorite part was the food and drink we had after, because it was really good.  I also liked how we had songs for everyone to come in to the Poetry Slam to.  

There wasn't a whole lot I didn't like about it, I just didn't like saying my poems in front of everyone.