Poem, based of of the infinity chamber

The universal spectacle throughout
Grand in itself alone
Through which the homeless voice of waters rose

Though the dark deep unknown grows
The soul of the imagination will still run
Brightness and beauty shines and is infinite

Vast knowledge of this place is scarce
Yet the magnificence of it is not sparse
When dawn comes, I shall wait to see it again

In the dark

In the dark you can think about things. You can think about life in particular, or you can think about how to get out of the dark. The darkness tracks you down, covers you, and you have to fight to stay calm. You can feel the walls much up around you; you can taste the blood in your throat from screaming. You can also feel the blood ooze its way out of the cut he gave you. You feel scared; you're not supposed to handle this. You are only four years old. You weren't supposed to see your mom leave you, or your father beat you endlessly. But you did anyways. You can pretend there is a whole other world, where everything is perfect. But it will come crashing down in the dark. Because there's no one to pretend for. When someone is watching you like he had, you know you can fight your way out of it. But when no one's watching, you fail. In the dark, it makes you accept many things. Being unloved, unwanted and you have no reason to live. And it's just those things that make you fight for it.
Just to see the light.

?????

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song I could sing, but I can try for your heart. Our dreams, and they are made out of real things like a shoebox of photographs With sepia tone loving love is the answer. At least for most of the questions in my heart like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together.

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow...inside
(I know your still there)

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I know ill find you somehow

Hunting you, I can smell you
Alive
Your heart pounding in my head

Calling me, Hearing me
I wont let you pull me down
Saving me, Raping me
Wont you leave....

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, Loving you
I won't let you pull me down

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, Loving you
I won't let you pull me down

Words can cut a thousand times deeper than any blade,

They can crush a person more than a ton of brick,

They can leave open wounds that won't heal easier than a gun,

They are used so often you wonder if they are true,

what if everything you thought is wrong and these words are true?

They make a person feel more pain than an electric chair can.

At least then the pain will eventually end,

But these words the pain they give me,

It never ends.

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

A story based of another

I will be writing a story and updating when i can...so here is the prologue...

12^th Moon Rotation, ?? A.D

The Slave’s backs glistened under the harsh sun. The frayed ropes they pulled stretched with its burden, a sandstone block. The Slaves tormentors, or the Slave Masters made sure no one stopped, no one took a break, no one ran away.

“The Pyramid celebrating our empires great discovery is almost finished; it will last to the end of the earth.”
“That is unless someone finds it.”
“Who would look here?”
“You are correct my friend, let us eat to this great accomplishment!”

The two emperors dug in to the lavish meal set before them as they watched the slaves from a cool tent erected under a grove of trees. Exotic fruits and meat caught by the hunters were set upon wooden plates and the meal continued heedless that the discovery they had made will come quite close to destroying the world.
That night under the glow of torches and the pale glow of the moon, halfway hidden by dark, forbidding clouds, the pyramid was finished.

“The tomb is sealed, the powers of this discovery will never be found.”
“Well said my friend, no one except I will know.”
“Excuse me?”

The knife glistened in the dark, drawn from beneath the great emperors robes. It fell, once, twice, and a third time. A scream gurgled from the almost dead emperors lips.

“I’m sorry my friend it had to happen, no one must know.” He gazed down at the body, “remove it, then lets go.” 
Then, underneath the gaze of the still pale glow of the moon, the torches were damped and the warriors fled with their emperor to their ships, back to their ships, back to their desert land, back to their pyramids, away from this strange land. As they looked back they could hear the cries of the land they left behind, leaderless. Then they disappeared into the misty void never to be seen again.

Patriotism

Patriotism, does it still matter? What is it about? How is it important? These are the few questions that seemed to pop in my mind when our class was talking about it. Even though I probably know the answer I just can't help wondering about them. There might be different meanings for other people.
My thoughts on patriotism believe it does still matter and is important; but as always I ask the same question. But why?  Why does patriotism matter? Why is it important? Many more questions are unleashed into my mind that are about my answers. So why does it matter? Patriotism matters because it shows we care for our country. That we will got to war or fight for it in places all around the world. The army. The marines. The airforce. Even regular everyday people. We fight for freedom and love for our country. Patriots die for what they believe and some are wounded. Devotion to America, for freedom, and for others a safe haven. In some places people don't get our freedom. Like in places in south west Asia, girls aren't aloud to even go to school. But we can, because we fight for our rights and we fight for America. You can say I'm wrong, but I wouldn't care. Those are my opinions, and my thoughts. That you couldn't change my mind if you tried. This is what I believe is Patriotism.

"I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

Running. The wind howled while the branches of trees whip out at me. Faster. I push my legs to go faster, stumbling over rocks and sticks. The pull. I can feel it, pulling me to the one place I dreaded the most. Slipping and falling. I'm covered in scrapes and bruises. Rain. It has started to rain and I'm all most there, I slip in the mud yet I keep going. Closer. I'm getting closer, the pull almost hurts. The wind stops howling, the rain calms down into a light drizzle. I walk to the edge off the forest, knowing I'm there. Slowing down and go past the trees, I can feel al the memories come back. It hurts so much. The pain. Changing my stride to a walk, i go to the middle of the clearing and collapse into a vulnerable ball. Memories wash over me like a giant wave, over and over again. The fire, the blood ,the pleas and cries for me to stop. I couldn't control it, I didn't mean to. Warm, salty water flows down my face. " I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!!", I sobbed out. Ashes surround me, "I'm sorry Alec, mom, and dad. I miss you so much," I whispered. Its not my fault I'm cursed to control fire. That I was too young to know how to control and that anger provokes and fuels it. Like I said I am forever cursed with this power. Forever haunted with those memories of killing my own family. " I love you Alec, I'm sorry you will never live past 14, never be able to drive a car, or graduate and have your own family. I'm sorry…"

Roses, Violets, Hearts

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Summer is warm
And your heart is too

Yet the roses are dead
And the violets are frozen
The air has turn chilling
And my heart is now broken

A popular poem with a twist

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you,

But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's gone,
And so is your head.

13

Friday the 13th,
So much superstition,
It's just bad luck.

I'd watch who you're with,
He's always watching,
Awaiting his 13th victim.

Reporters talking about him,
He gloats in his evil fame,
Knowing they won't find him.

He stalks, like a black cat,
He is hidden in the shadows,
Stalking his victim.

Knife in hand, rope slung over,
What better way, than torture,
Laughing to himself.

No clues left behind,
He takes pride in his work,
To him, it's an art, to us it's horrible.

Each cut, stab, and slice,
Knowing where and so precise,
Watching the fear in their eyes.

Such terror, makes him crave more,
Screaming, crying, and then silence,
He can already hear it.

He grins his wicked grin,
A black cat crosses a lady's path,
Watching her reaction, he chooses his victim.

Awaiting the darkness of night,
Where the full moon is the only light,
He quietly stalks his prey.

She walks by an alley,
Another black cat passes her,
She freezes, he takes his chance.

Coming up behind her,
Covering her mouth with his hand,
Dragging her to his car, his 13th victim.

Gagging and bounding her,
He laughs at her fear,
Planning her death in his head.

He takes her home,
Ties her to his bed,
Leaves her there, waiting in fear.

An hour later, he comes back,
With a knife, sharp to the point,
She squirms and screams.

Laughing with pure enjoyment,
Stabs her 13 times,
Blood stains his bed.

Wrapping her up, careful to hide himself,
Throws her in the trunk,
Takes her to the dump site.

Friday the 13th,
At 11:59:59pm
His 13th victim dead,
His laughter haunts the people.

Outcast, wings, and a car

Sitting in the desk in the dark, back corner of the room with an evil grin. Nobody ever notices him, yet he can see everyone else. What he doesn't know is that somebody is watching him. The bell rings, he goes out in to the hall way to his locker, every one seems to be going in fast forward. He smirks, then suddenly stops when, in the middle of the crowd there is some one staring at him. He thinks that its not possible, he is an outcast, a loner, nobody ever notices him. He blinks then the person disappears, time to get to class. A few days later he thinks he has gone mad, almost every where he looks the person is right there staring at him, with its cold green eyes. He figured out it was a girl, yet it had wings and gold pupils instead of black. She has dirty blond hair and always has a pet wolf with here. He sees her again on the street and he can't stop staring at her, she then smirks evilly at him. Next thing he knows he hears this loud beep, but he can't look a way from the girl. The beep gets louder and louder, then he feels a sharp excruciating pain. All of a sudden his mind is growing black, like a picture when it is light on fire. His last vision is of the girl looking down on him.

Her silenced poem of her life

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this girl
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

new discovery of messed up words

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Today was the day

Today was my special day,
Today was the day for me too say 'yay',
Today was the day I turned 13,
Today was the day I got the news shouldn't have been,
Today was the day she went
Today was the day that i had a special event
Today was the day she died at 109
Today was the day I cried with tears that made me blind
Today was the day I made a wish
Today was the day I added it to the list
Today was the day I wished to live as long
Today was the day I will stay strong
Today is the day I would never forget
Today was the day I might regret
Because today was the day i turned 13
And Today was the day my great grandma died
of a long and healthy life of 109
This was and will be a never forgotten true story in my family

-In dedication to my last great-grandmother who live a long and wonderful life, may she rest in peace and may she grant us the same passage of a long life. You will be dearly missed, especially by me since you died on my birthday.

Passages from the City of Glass

Darkness flooded in from the edges of Jace's vision, like dye spilling onto a photograph, blotting out the image. Suddenly there was no pain at all. He felt nothing, not even Sebastian's weight on him, as if he were floating. Sebastian's face drifyed over him, white against the darkness, the dagger raised in his hand. Something bright gold glittered at Sebastian's wrist, as if he were wearing a bracelet. But it wasn't a bracelet, because it was moving. Sebastian looked toward his hand, surprised, as the dagger fell from his loosened grasp and struck the mud with an audible soud.
Then the hand itself, seperated from his wrist, thumped to the ground beside it.Jace stared wonderingly as sebastian's severed hand bounced and came to rest agianst a pair of high black boots.

Description of things in the book City of Bones

Abbadon demon: The limbs were fleshless. Black and cracked bones with small strips of skin clinging to it. The torso, still covered in flesh, was scraped and torn. Instead of fresh red flesh it was dark and moldy. The stench was overwhelming. The face was a nightmare. Black pits for eyes, staring at it made you want to cry. Its mouth rolled up into a wicked smile. The teeth sharp and yellow, blood dripping from its previous kill. The body represented a 300 year old corpse.

The Silent Brothers: They are a group of people who speak with the mind and not of the mouth. Their robe was like a parchment color. The hood covered their nightmarish face. The head was shaved and was like an egg. The eye sockets empty, only filled with pitch black, soulless holes. Mouths were sown shut with string. Making a criss-cross pattern. The face as pale as their robe.

Horrible Sight

The scream penetrating my thoughts. Forcing me to open my eyes. The light stinging as it gains entrance. The walls painted with droplets. Droplets the color of a red liquid. The red liquid being blood. Blood scattered the entire room. The tiles sodden with blood. I look up at the ceiling. Blood drips and it hits the tile making an echoing sound. I look around. A body lying motionless on the floor. The cuts and wounds turn blue and purple. Her head was missing. I look for it. I found it in a corner. It stares at me blankly, with soulless gray eyes. Blood oozing out of the neck. Her face swollen with bruises. Her mouth full of the red substance. I look back at her body. A butcher knife sticking out of what’s left of her neck.

Spring.... sucks!

Spring, my least favorite season that ever existed. I hate and will always hate it. People say it symbols a fresh start, a new life or beginning. I say it symbolizes the past and future. It symbolizes change.

Past: My dad, older brother, and my twin sister died all in one day. All in the same stupid season, which obviously had been spring. All because some drunk driver and his insane friend drove their dumb truck full of bins of gasoline into my house causing it to explode. Now it's just me, my mom, and my younger brother. What kind of idiots drive a highly explosive truck drunk?

Future: Spring just reminds me more of not being able to live with a dad or any older siblings. Reminds me of many more moves we'll do 'cause my mom is trying to find a job to help support whats left of her family.

Change: Its painful knowing that your other half of your family will never see how much you've changed. To see how the world changed. To help you with certain problems. To help change your life for the better. To help you get off of drugs 'cause your depressed. To help change yourself. To help change the world for you. To help change your mind from murdering yourself and whats left of your family.

Spring can seem like a new, happy beginning but it could be life changing for others.

Guilty Suicide

The bang pierced my ears as I stood there in shock. Not moving, screaming everywhere, my arm in the same position. I shot him, I shot him. I drop the gun in realization.

"I shot him," my whisper was faint.

The copper smelling blood creeping its way out of the wound. Staining his shirt. A piece of paper sticking out of his hand. The other boy and I read it.

"You killed my brother!?," The boy yelled.
"I-I...", I stuttered.
"He was the only family i had left and you killed him!" He stormed off, my mom came over.
"Mom I didn't mean to its was for self defence, I'm-I'm sorry."
"Its OK sweetie, its OK. We have to get back to the boarding school."
"But I have to go find him. He stormed off and I need to find him."
"He'll probably find his way back to school. Come now we have to go."
"*sigh* OK."

~*In The Car*~

"Sweetie there's something I need to tell you. The boy you killed wasn't Kevin's brother, he was yours."
"He-he w-was m-my brother?" I stuttered.

~*At School*~

I ran inside but was stopped by Josh. I couldn't keep it in anymore so I cried in his arms.

"I ran away and you didn't come after me." Kevin spat out.
"Kev..." I was cut off.
"You killed my brother, the only family I had. Then you don't come after me when I ran!"

A crowd started to form.

"And now your with another guy! Am I just your little boy toy or something!? You know what I'm just going to break up with you."

"Listen here Kevin! That wasn't your brother he was mine!", people gasped, "I couldn't come after you 'cause my mom wouldn't let me. I wanted to. I don't care if you break up with me, I don't care about anything anymore! Just leave me alone! I-I hate you!"

A tear escaped and was rolling down my face. I ran away, from the hurt, from the pain, from the truth, from safety, and from sanity.

-Kevin's point of view (POV)-

" I cat believe you said that!" Some girl said.
"Yeah, you don't know what shes been through already!"
" I didn't know, I'm sorry." I spoke.
"Why don't you tell her that, wait you can't because you broke her heart. And now your gonna pay."

-Girl POV-

" Why me God, why me? I've been through so much already. My dad dead, my mom having very serious and lethal lukemia, me killing my brother, and now getting heart broken by some guy. What do you want from me? Haven't I been through enough pain already God? I can't take it anymore."
I held the gun up and pointed it to my right temple.

"I'll see you when I get there Daddy."

I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. Everything went black.

-Kevin's POV-

A bang ran through the hall. I went to see where it came from.

" Oh MY God! I made her commit suicide. I feel so guilty. How could I be so stupid? I guess since this is my fault there is only one thing to do. And that will be to kill myself too. After all I did cause this to happen to happen right?"

I took the gun out of her cold, pale, and dead hand then I put it against my temple.

"I'll see you when I get there Cammie."

I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. Everything went black.

Not How She Pictured It

The snow was softly falling in white flurries. The ground untouched, making a flawless, soft blanket of white. I absorbed every thing I could see out of the window. The frozen crystals melt then glide of my arm as I stuck it outside. Feeling slightly refreshing as ice cream on on a hot summer day. Gusts of wind howled through the open area, sending slight shivers up my spine and around my body. My arm shot back inside to close the window. Fire crackling broke the trance I was in, as I came back to realty the scarlet couch by the fire place was pleading me to lay down on it. Soft fabric of the couch rubbed against my skin. I stared at the ceiling remembering what happen yesterday. Somehow the corners of my lips tugged themselves in a smirk as I replayed every thing, my mind being a short movie clip on replay.

*~Flashback~*
I was walking down a familiar corridor, my hands brushing over the cold stones in the wall. The peacefulness making me loose track of time, making me not notice someone approach behind me, making me have a slow reaction time when the person covered their hand over my mouth. I was about to fight back when he/she spoke into my ear. My hands drop back to my side after that, relieved to know it was someone I could trust. He let me turn around to face him after he put his hand back in his pocket. It was my boyfriend, but my mind started to race and explode with questions. Like why he wasn't at school or why he was here even though I was his girlfriend I still needed answers.

Me: Why are you here?
Boy: Classified.
Me: Then can you answer some simple questions?
Boy: sure, shoot.
Me: Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No.
Me: Do you like me?
Boy: No.
ME: Do you want me?
Boy: No.
Me: Would you cry if I left?
Boy: No.
Me: Would you live for me?
Boy: No.
Me: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No.
Me: Chose: me or your life
Boy: My life.

I run off down the hallway in sadness and pain when he starts to run after me.
Boy: The reason you don't cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason why I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
~* End of Flashback~*

My smirk turns into a smile after my flashback. Thinking it was not exactly how I pictured it to end or begin. The warmth of the fire acted like a sleeping device resulting in me crashing on the couch. Before I completely blank out I hear a faint 'sweet dreams' from somewhere. My eyelids feel heavy and fall over my eyes, as my own personal curtain.

Heart broken little girl

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You're worthless, never at your best!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lying dead on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
-unkown/from fanfiction

Meet and Hide

I was sitting by the window in one of the school towers when I heard soft footsteps going up the staircase. Out of instincts I hurried over to the darkest spot in the room. Blending with my surroundings. The foot steps were getting louder as the person was approaching. By the sound of the steps he was making I identified him as a male. He opened the door and stepped inside, his emerald eyes looking for something or some one. Quietly i snuck behind him and kicked him to the floor while pinning his arm against his back in the process.

"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Glad to see you haven't changed much." he spoke
"Kevin?"
"Yep that's my name." I gave him an eye roll, well he hasn't changed from his cocky self. He smirked at my reaction.
"You gonna let me up now Ames?" Why did he have to call me Ames insted of Amy?
"Oh, sorry."

I let him up and we walked down stairs to meet every one else before the welcome back dinner. Every one was talking about what they did of summer break.
"Welcome back to the Burlington Academy ladies and gentlemen. Since you all got back we will let you go to town tomorrow instead of having your classes. You may return to your dinner, that is all." Yes, we got a town day.
~*~*~*~*~*~Next Day~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We were walking through the crowd of people when I spotted him. Why did he have to be here. I walked over to the other side of the street. Hoping he wouldn't notice me. But then again that's how we met in the first place.

Depressed

I was in the third grade when I found out that my dad had to go on a four to six month leave. It was the first on I could remember that he did. I cried myself to sleep that night he left. I got up in the mourning and got on the bus for school. Since kids didn’t really have Ipods we had CD players. When the song “When your Gone” by Avril Lavigne came on a tear started to roll down my right cheek. I looked out the window, trying to mask my emotion so no one could see me crying. As I looked out the window and saw it was raining, It just made every thing slightly worse, by making a gloomy essence. It was a depressing feeling, but I hid it behind my emotionless mask. At school I was known as "Mask", for not showing much of my feelings and hiding it behind an invisible mask, but as the pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the bus brought me out thinking, I remembered that God was crying his tears for me.

Blackthorn and Gallagher

Chapter 1
Cammie’s POV (point of view)

No one knows how I am so good at what I do. They always ask if its genetics or if I was just that good. My name is Cameron Anne Morgan, but you should just call me Cammie. I go to a school in Roseville, Virginia called The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. People think it’s just a snobby boarding school for heiresses, but that’s just its cover. It really is an all girls school... for spies.

My friends at the Gallagher Academy are; Elizabeth Sutton, Liz (smartest girl) codename: bookworm. Rebecca Baxter, Bex (first non-American girl at this school) codename: Duchess. Macey Mchenry, (senator’s daughter) codename: Peacock. My mom is Rachel Morgan, she is the headmistress at my school, and my dad went MIA (missing) when I was little. I am a pavement artist; I like to blend in with the crowd and go unnoticed, but not hide. My codename is Chameleon. So far I’m the number one spy in the world, even better than the head of the CIA and my family. Mr. Solomon is my godfather and my Cov ops teacher. He was like my replacement father when my dad was gone, but he would still teach me like any other student.

Last year we got a visit from a all boys spy school for our finals during second semester. I met a guy named Zachary Goode, but we just call him Zach. Apparently he is the second best spy in the world. Ha, he got beet by a girl. During the exchange, he seemed like the only one to notice me, and I like to hide in the shadows, I’m the chameleon. He was good(e). Before he left to go back to his school he dipped me in the middle of the foyer and pressed his lips against mine, in front of everyone. Like I said I’m supposed to be the chameleon and not be seen. After that he smirked his smirk I’ve come to know. (smirking is like his signature, I mean it he just wont stop smirking)

This year, I found out we are going to have another exchange and we are going to go to their school. After passing my mom’s office to go to my dorm. The fun thing is they don’t know about it, this is going to be a fun surprise. Plus my roommates are going to be happy when I tell them the news. I barged into my dorm, literally jumping up and down in excitement.

“ Why in the bloody world are you so happy?”, Bex asked with her accent showing.
“She is probably happy because she found out something awesome.” Macey spoke while filing her nails.
“Thanks for stating the obvious Macey, anyways, Cam spill now!” Bex was yelling right when Tina, our school rumor spreader, was passing our room.
“What’s so interesting that Cammie found?” Tina asked with wide eyes.
“ OK, OK! We …. Are… “ I was dragging the sentence when I got cut off.
“ WILL YOU GET TO THE POINT!” Every one yelled in unison.
“ Fine! We’re going to Blackthorn!” I yelled and every one started jumping up and down screaming.
Tina shot out of the room and went to tell the entire school before dinner.
“ Yay, I get to see Grant!” screamed Bex
“I’ll get to see Jonas!” Liz said with her southern accent.
“And guess who gets to see a certain Blackthorn boy ?” Macey said with a smug look.
“Hey I never said I liked him “, they stopped cheering and stared at me, “ ok, ok I guess I do like him.” I whispered.

We went down to the dinning hall to eat dinner. My mom went up to the podium and started to speak. “Ladies welcome back to the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Last year we got a visit from another spy school, and this year we will be going to their school for an entire year.”
You could hear the clashing of cutlery on plates and the sudden silence of sound.

“ I will now announce who will be going,” after my mom said that I tuned every thing out until I will hear my roommates and my name called. “ … Rebecca Baxter, Elizabeth Sutton, Macey McHenry, and Cameron Morgan will all be going to Blackthorn. You will all be leaving at 0730 hundred hours.” That is in the morning, my self conscious screamed.

After dinner Macey rushed us towards our room, because we had to pack our clothes and necessities. Plus Macey has to examine every thing we will be bringing. She tossed us some clothes to wear tomorrow. Liz and I both had one suitcase, Bex had two, and Macey well being Macey, she had three. I plopped down on my bed tired and exhausted. But I was happy, like my roommates, because we get to see some, how should I put this, certain people. I got up off my bed and took a shower before every one else, after that I laid down on my bed and fell asleep. My internal clock told me it was 10:16 pm.

“ Cammie! Wake up before I turn you into a pretzel!" Bex threatened me in Farsi.
I immediately got up and out of my bed , my internal clock telling me it was 4:35 in the MOURNING!

“Why the heck did you wake me up in the bloody freakin mourning! Are you trying to piss me of!” I yelled, man Bex is rubbing off on me.

“Because we are going to make you look hot on our visit to Blackthorn, don’t worry hon we are doing it to Liz too.” Bex sweetly informed me.

Macey and Bex made me take a cold shower. After I finished, Macey threw some clothes and I put them on. It was a green halter top and a jean skirt that went two inches above my knees.After we all finished getting dressed, we went down stairs to eat breakfast.

“Are you guys excited or what!” Liz squealed in a high, jumpy voice.

“Of coarse Lizzy, what do you think?” asked Bex without her British accent.

I opened the double doors to the dinning hall and sat down at our table.
As our food was served, Bex got big eyed and started shoving her food in her mouth.

“Slow down Bex, you are a girl not a pig.” Macey said with disgust.

Bex stared daggers at Macey and said “Well sorry miss 'I only eat eight hundred calories'. Plus the quicker we eat the quicker we get to Blackthorn.”

A smirked formed on my face after Bex said that. Great Zach is really getting to me with his dumb smirk of his. He’s even getting me to do it. No, no, no, no, no stop thinking about him. After we finished breakfast, we hurried out the doors and onto the front yard with 1 minute to spare.

“Tina, we will not be taking the Gallagher van or limos. We will be taking…” Mr. Solomon said as he got cut of by the sound of a helicopter.

“We’re taking a helicopter!” Tina screamed over the noise.

Mr. Solomon made us put on blindfolds after we got seated in the helicopter, because the headmaster of Blackthorn (a.k.a Dr. Steve) doesn’t want us to know where it is. After 1 hour (1 hour, 23 minutes, and 57 seconds to be exact) being in the helicopter, Bex fell sound asleep on my shoulder. Man she can sleep anywhere, how can you sleep on a roaring vehicle!?!?

We have been in the helicopter for 3hrs, 45mins, and 24secs when Mr. Solomon (finally!) told us to take off our blindfolds. Their school looked very similar to ours.

“Excellent, welcome to Blackthorn ladies, here are your dorm numbers. Since the boys don’t know you’re here try not to roam around while the boys are having classes.” Every one nodded their heads after Dr. Steve finished, and he started to walk away when I heard him say “Excellent”. That must be his signature word or something. After he left, we split upped and went to our dorms.

“Since you have that exploring face of yours on, let me guess you’re going to search for some secret passage ways?” Bex guessed. Its like she reads my mind or something

“What do you think Bex, of coarse I will I mean you know how much I like to do those things. Plus if I find some that lead to ‘certain’ places I think you might be quite happy about it.”

“Ohhhhh” Bex said as she finally figured it out.
I opened the door to our dorm at rushed to a bed that I want before any one else could take it. Then rushed to pick out a closet and dresser. After we unpacked everything, which took 2 hrs 37 min and 11 sec, we just laid down on our beds and stared up to the ceiling. Until I finally broke the silence.

“Hey, I’m going to search for some secret passage ways, any one want to come with?” I asked with a bored tone.

“I’ll come.” Said bred Bex.
We started walking out the door and into the hallway when I could see the dust rolling across the floor and into a crack behind a painting, that the naked eye could not have seen. I get closer to the picture, Bex following closely behind me. I slowly…

“ Will you just move the bloody picture already!” she whispered yelled.

“ Fine!” I whispered yelled back.

As I move the picture away from the wall it reveals a passage way. It looked like it hasn’t been used in centuries, its filled with cobwebs and dust.

“Lets explore it and see where it goes.” Bex said excitedly.
We go into the tunnel, following its winding hall. I stop suddenly, causing Bex to collide with my back, I hear a noise. It sounds like boys talking but which ones.

“ Hey do you hear that? It sounds like some of the boys but which boys” Bex talked as if she read my mind.

“Well, lets go find out.”

“ Well I hope its our boys”

I find it funny how Bex said that. We press our ears against the walls and start to eavesdrop. We could hear the bickering that they were doing. They probably think they alone but guess again.

“How many Amps did you have, like 20 or something!” Boy 1 yelled, funny he kind of sounded like…OMG! It is him

“Nooo, I had 12! My own personal record.”Boy 2 yelled back.

“I wonder what your British bombshell will think if she saw you like that.” Boy 3 talked and it sounded like he was also typing. I could see Bex blushing a little. If that was Jonas then the other boys must be Grant and Zach.

“Shut up Jonas! Zach you really need to quit smirking or I’ll punch it off!” Grant threatened

“Can’t it runs in the family, plus it annoys Cammie.” Zach replied cockily.

Bex couldn’t stop laughing and my cheeks were turning pink. The guys kept arguing and Bex and I came up with a plan. We were going to find a way into their room and attack them, with the lights off of coarse. After we defeat them and blind fold them, we will only bring Grant and Zach into the passage way and leave Jonas in the room. Bex and will then make them sit against the wall and just say hi. I know all that work to just say hi, but we wanted to have some fun. We will call it mission hello. Mission Hello is now in action.

I'm Troubled

As the leaves started to change color and the air got colder, I could see it was the end of summer and the beginning of fall. School at Mistel High was boring and full of teens who have nothing better to do with their lives.

Mistel High is a school for troubled teens; it’s like a mental institution. My mental problem was out breaking in a tornado of kicks, punches, and screaming without any one knowing how or why. Every time this happened the guards would put me in a strap jacket and bring a priest in, the teachers believed I was possessed with an evil spirit. I’m troubled with this spirit inside of me or whatever that’s causing my mental out break.

As I got older my troubles would get worse and worse. It got so bad the teachers, guards, and myself couldn’t control it any more. The thing had a life of its own. They put me in a strap jacket and tossed me into a padded cell. I sat quietly and all I could think about was what life would have been without this problem, how my family would love me, I would have friends, and that I would be…normal. Tears ran down my face when I kept thinking about those things. I threw myself into the wall and screamed that I never had this stupid problem. The tears now started pouring down my face, my body throbbing with pain from throwing my self against the wall 13 times. Sitting in a corner of that padded room with water all over my face wanting to wipe it off but remembering I still had that strap jacket on. I tried to stop crying but I couldn’t, the tears just kept pouring out of my eyes until I couldn’t cry anymore even if I tried to.

After 2 years in that padded cell the school let me out and put me back in my dorm room, believing that spirit had left me. I believe the spirit never left.