Chest of Drawers

How to get a rust stain out of a pine chest? Help! I have a very old heirloom pine blanket chest and as a result of leaving an aerosol can (lysol) on top of it for a few days in damp weather, it has a circular rust stain. Help! Is there any way to remove short of stripping and refinishing?

How can i remove a clear lacquer from a pine chest? We bought a pine chest and it came with a clear lacquer on it. I'm curious if this can be removed as I would like to stain it a darker color? Thanks

How do I create a smooth 'patina' on an old pine blanket chest? I have an old pine blanket chest that I found covered in dirt and grease. I was not concerned with it's possible $$ value (it was filthy anyway) so I scrubbed it with TSP cleaner, soap, putty knife, steel wool, etc. It is clean now. What I want to do is recreate that smooth (kinda shiny) patina raw old wood gets after years of handling. There has to be a way to do this without coating it with varathane and things like this. Can anyone help?

what do you use to clean a waxed pine chest of drawers? Do you use a clear wax or coloured wax or liquid wax?Its a deep pine colour.

What is the best (and most economic) way to preserve and treat pine. I have a grubby pine chest of drawers.? The pine has shaded to a light dusty colour.

What is the best way to paint a nondescript, unfinished pine chest? Should I just paint? Primer and paint? Sand, primer, paint? Help! UNFINISHED pine chest. There is no varnish.

What shall I do with a pine chest of drawers? ........After I have removed the varnish etc? Does anyone know a good site that can show me how to "wash wood" with a colour or how to get a "distressed" look etc? get rid of half? paint it and beat it? what?

How do I strip and stain a pine chest of draws? I want to stain it white. What are the best products to use to stain and strip it?? Thanks

Hi I have a honey pine chest of draws. I would like to strip it back to bare pine,can you suggest any products And will the stain used originally come off or will it be in the wood forever. Many thanks PJ.

How can i get drawers to run smoothly on a pine chest of drawers?

how best to strip varnish and stain from old pine chest? what else can we do besides restaining it? this thing was built by my grandfather, and needs some TLC. we bought the typical product stripeez (sp?) but it is taking forever. and have had mixed results. we'd planned to restain it, but want to see what other options there are. (i really don't want to paint it) thanks!

WANTED Large Antique Pine Chest of Drawers? Basically looking for a large chest of drawers, or 'granny cupboard' 'Tallboy' to house all our junk! No more than 45" Wide and any height, the bigger the better! Pref Antique Pine or hardwood but not MDF/Flimsy, must be Solid Wood. Can collect within 30m of Holbeach, Sth Lincs. Thanks Alot!

Can I varnish over already varnished wood? And can I varnish a pine chest which looks like it has been treated

Where to find a pine toy chest? Im looking for a pine toy chest/ toy box for my sons 1st birthday. Id like to pay under £70 if possible but cant seem to find one anywhere. Any ideas? yeah i dont mind 2nd hand as long as its in decent condition x

Essential Home Honey Pine Four-Drawer Chest model #102959. I am looking for replacement parts? I don't have the catalog that came in with the furniture.

My new pine wardrobe and chest of drawers smell, how do I get rid of the odour?

Staining pine chest with minwax stain...? I'm staining a pine chest with minwax stain and it asks that once the first coat dries I use a fine steal wool to sand it. I was wondering if i can use fine sand paper instead.Any thoughts?

Pine chest of drawers? I have had a pine chest of drawers for about 10 years if not longer and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it other than it's pine, the rest of my furniture is oak, so I was wondering if it was at all possible to buy a varnish or anything that will give me an oak finish. Any advice would be helpful thanks =) Thanks for your answers, the wood is quite knotty and I didn't even think about that but the piece of furniture sticks out in my room so even if I just got the colour to match the rest of my room I'd be happy. In reply to AdamR's answer I was wondering would it be similar if I just used an electric sander rather than buy all the different products he suggested?

Would you buy handmade knotty-pine furniture from a swap meet? I am a struggling furniture maker who is thinking about making some items from reclaimed pine (chest of drawers, occasional tables, curios, etc.). My prices would be low, say $250 for a corner china cabinet that was 28"W x 74"H x 18"D. Will I have success??

how do i stop my pine wood chest of draws from swelling up from the water on it? yer

Where can I find quality pine furniture in Ontario, Canada? I'm looking for well made unfinished pine furniture, specifically chest of drawers. I live in Northern Ontario and I am looking for a chest of drawers.

have chest pine what can i do? i'm 26 male

what kind of paint is best for painting pine? I'm making a gift for a friend's daughter: an unfinished pine "treasure chest" box, what is the best kind of paint to use on it? I usually paint with acrylics, will that work okay?

Advice Please? I have a 2 untreated pine storage chests that I now want to adapt to planters for the garden? could any one tell me if its ok to paint/stain them and not harm the plants I put in, also where would I start? ie what do I fill them with, soil gravel, drainage etc, Thanks for any advice in advance.

a chest is being built. to reduce cost base and back will be pine. cedar $8/sqm. pine $4/sqm V=2cu m? What is the minimum amount of money to be spent on the chest the chest is supposed to be cedar mostly

Can I fit my chest of drawers (71cm tall) under Argos kids pine shorty bed with slide (p 698 in catalogue.) ? I'm thinking about buying this bed (no.6619615 in Argos speak, the one with the slide £109.99). It says it's 122cm high, but I think this is the total height to the top of the safety rails. I need the measurement from floor to base of matress so I know if the drawers will fit! Thanks a lot people.

Cedar chest? how do i finish a pine chest to make it cedar?

Switched my rats bedding from Pine to Aspen? He was only on pine for a couple of weeks maybe when I noticed sneezing, then I switched to aspen just today after hearing pine is bad. I switched it about 10minutes ago but he is still sneezing. Is this ok? Will he get better? He has no wheezing sounds and when I hold him to my ear I hear nothing from his chest is this good?

I recently bought some corona mexican pine bedroom furniture, how do i get rid of the strong odour? I have a book shelf, bed frame and chest of drawers and they all have a strong and unpleasant odour, is this normal? I keep the windows open as much as possible and the odour has yet to fade.

plastic runners for drawers-where can I buy some, or is there a stronger alternative? I have a flat pack pine chest of drawers, from Argos. Several of the plastic runners over time have broken. Does any one know where to get a stronger alternative or where to buy some things. Do large DIY stores stock them?

Sap and pine question? My parents have this small chest that I am almost sure its pine. She got is from those places that sell those old timey crafts. Yesterday she saw some liquid on it. She cleaned it really fast so i couldn't tell exactly what it was. Anyway she thinks that we spilled something on it. However i never think I or my brother did. It wasn't very big of a puddle. So i was just wondering how much sap comes out of pine. Also it came right off no stains.

Will a pine nut dissolve in time or a minced sun dried tomato as I fear I inhaled one 3 months short of breath? I accidentally took a deep breath as I chewed on salmon with sundried tomatoes with pinenuts on Jan 3rd and have been suffering off and on with shortness of breath, and minor throat and chest pains which constantly move around. I got a strept infection after 7 weeks.

Can you stain pine wood darker? I just bought two sets of pine wood chest of drawers from someone. In the picture she sent, it had a dark, contemporary look so I bought it. But now I realised it is lighter than what I expected and I was wondering if there was a way to make the wood appear darker the cheap and easy way? (i.e. anyway I can avoid sanding the whole furniture??) Thank you! The picture she sent looked like this: http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/5899/2415870912126832751174blo0.jpg The actual wood colour (approximately): http://www.gallopandrivers.co.uk/Reclaimed_Pine_Pic_15.jpg

What is the best stuffing for a turkey? Is it rice,chest nuts,pine nuts?.... Please,no sexual comments.

needing some help with painting pine furniture please? i have bedside tables and chest of drawers and im wanting to sand them and then re paint them cream but not done this before so need some help if you will thanks. 1) i know i must first sand them 2) not sure what the sealer stuff is for (after the sanding and before the finish paint) ? 3) do i buy wood paint or can i use the paint i have for indoor walls?

How can I fix varnish damage on pine furniture? I have a chest of pine drawers that have been coated in varnish. Unfortunately, it's had makeup bottles and a TV on top of it and there has been some considerable damage to the varnish layer (see link below for photo). Photo of damage: http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/1462/img0881q.jpg Unfortunately, these drawers aren't mine (I rent a house where they're included in the rent), and as I'm moving out in a few days I really need to find a way to either fix or minimise the damage- I know that rubbing a walnut on old vintage furniture works to darken chip and scuff marks, so is there some sort of method that can be used to fix up varnish damage? Could really use some quick advice on this one, cheers!

Is it Wood worm? When I went into my pine chest of draws earlier, I noticed that my clothes were covered in what can only be described as 'small 5mm black moving threads'! I've emptied the content of the draws into the washing machine. But when I cleaned out the draw, I noticed the invaders were reappearing through the wood! Can anyone advice me on what it is? And what to do? I'm major freaked out.

Any advice on distressing? want to update to small pine chest of drawers,

i smoked some moss today and know my chest hurts should i be ok.? it was from a pine tree.

Can I paint, pine furniture? I want to paint bedside lockers and chest of drawers a dark brown. (They are all honey pine) . Is it possible to do this? I would really appreciate a solution please.

Looking for a Chest of Drawers from IKEA? Hi I want to find this style of drawers http://www.ikea.com/gb/en/catalog/products/00067830 in a pine-y colour. Can anyone help, I love the style but the colors don't match my room. Thanks!

My wooden project is tackey. What can I do? I made a pine blanket chest. I applied a Minwax stain and then two coats of Minwax Paste Finishing Wax. It is now tackey. What can I do to get rid of the tackiness?

how do I remove "old wood" smell from furniture? Inherited a large 5 drawer chest from a woman who passed on. She was in her 90s, so I'm sure this dresser is older than me (I'm 31). Anyway, I wiped down all the drawers and even the inner frame with Pine-sol, then with Pledge Multi Surface Cleaner. After wood dried, there is still an old "musky" odor. I want to put my 6 month old's clothes in this drawer (it's in her nursery). How can I remove the smell, or what product can I use to mask the odor so it does not penetrate my baby's clothes?

How fast does furniture depreciate? I have a pine queen bed, 7 draw dresser with mirror, 5 drawer chest and 2 night stands all ten years old. Paid 3K brand new. What should I sell if for now.

who can give me some free, good condition furniture for my house in waveney suffolk uk? im after a single bed with matress, a pink, wooden wardrobe with drawers, a pink chest of drawers, an antique pine bookcase (tall and wide shelved), a pine t.v unit, a dishwasher, an antique pine dressing table and a pine coffee table of medium size. all to be in very good condition, and free!!!

my daughter has a pine cot but...? i'd like to paint it white? can i do that and what paint should i use? also where can i get a cheap wooden chest of drawer changer from for her as she is nearly 1 and is getting her own room in 4 weeks thanks

I have a question about scratch marks on furniture? I have this really nice pine chest that someone in my family gave me many years ago. It had a lot of scratches on it and I tried using one of those pencils to fill in the scratches that you can get from hardware stores. That didn't work so I got some brown shoe polish and tried to rub it off really fast. Even though it was medium brown and the pine chest is lighter I thought it might make the scratches less noticeable. What it did was make it look awful and now I have a light brown chest with dark streaks I can't remove. Is there anything that can get this out? And anything that could make the scratches look better? You don't have to tell me I am stupid for this, I already think that and need just need some help.

The start of my novel. Opinions please? This is the opening to my novel. If it's badly written, or dull, I want to know. Or does it slowly draw you in (there's not an obvious hook, I know). Grammar, sentence construction and structure - I want to know what you think. Please be honest. Thank you! She laid out the colourful skeins of embroidery threads in systematic rows according to colour, shade and depth, until the surface of the table was covered in gleaming silks. An inch of pale oak separated the groups of assorted skeins so the table was now a luminous patchwork, the blocks of colour vivid in the shabby room. In the corner, her mother, still agile, was kneeling hunched over the shears as they sliced through fabric, faded soft cotton-lawn pyjamas, crisp cotton skirts long since outgrown, the fronts and backs and sleeves of her dead husband’s well-worn shirts, confidently cutting triangles, rectangles, squares and diamonds, all by eye. Her mother did not cut curves. The overall design and pattern was achieved by arranging precise geometric shapes only. If a curve were required she would combine rectangles, triangles and squares, overlapping where necessary (which only added substance to the quilting) to give the clever illusion of a gradual arc. But the component parts were always precisely cut angular shapes. She was not an artist. She couldn’t draw a likeness with pencil or paint but she could work coloured threads and fabric expertly by hand using tiny stitches meticulously placed with the dual purpose of joining together the small pieces of fabric in pleasing colour combinations by means of intricate hand quilting on the reverse that was decorative and unique. They worked silently, concentrating on their tasks. The only sounds the steady familiar rasp of the scissors’ rhythmic action and the gentle hiss and crackle of the ray-burn stove, it’s humid warmth permeating the room. Daisy, the daughter, wants to be only that - her mother’s daughter, at this moment, on this day. Today, and over the last few days, she is seeking a return to something she has lost. Her mother instinctively knows this – there has been little conversation between them – and the stillness is comforting to them both. Having finished sorting the skeins of thread, Daisy sits gazing at all the myriad colours laid on the table. She takes her time choosing three toning shades of crimson and tucks them swiftly up her sleeve. She rises and pads across the worn flagstones to the door at the far edge of the room. With a fleeting glance towards her mother she snibs the door quietly shut and tiptoes up the stairs to her room. It is not really her room but the room where she has recently stayed, here, at her mother’s house. Now, because it alone is unchanged in her life, it feels more familiar to her than any other room, anywhere. The bed with its cold iron frame could remind her of school, but doesn’t - the quilt, chequered with brilliant azure and blues from duck egg to clear turquoise, trellis-stitched with hundreds of deep blue diamond-shaped pillows, removes any association there might have been. She wonders if her mother knows how fashionable the room is now, the original time-darkened boards varnished and scattered with two well-worn rugs. A pine chest sits under the sloping planes of the window recess, and on it stands an old French mirror, framed by ornate gilding that is chipped and flaking. Daisy opens one of the small drawers and pulls it fully out till it meets the stop. She bends her wrist upwards to stretch her fingers towards the back, feeling for the tapestry needle and the small pair of needlework scissors, stuck to the underside of the top of the chest with sticky tape, that she had hidden there years before. They’re still there, as she knew they would be. She puts the needle between her teeth and with the scissors dangling from one finger, lifts the mirror and places it on the floor to one side of the window recess. She puts the scissors and the three skeins of silk next to it on the floor. Crossing over to the bed, she tugs at the quilt and drags it across the boards to where daylight floods the room. She lays it carefully on the floor and, sitting cross-legged, drapes the quilt over her knees and now she’s inside a cosy envelope. She takes the needle from her lips and places it carefully on the floating table of multicoloured silk that tents across her knees. Her hair is tucked behind her ears in a swift unconscious movement. She shifts forward to where daylight hits the mirror and peers at her image as, one by one she begins to remove her piercings.

What are the most scary dream you've ever had? I once had a dream of a muscley green man pining down another, while this other man was hoplessly trying to get away, the green man was pushing a white tube about as big as quarter into his chest, and twisting the tube as he did it. And I think there was more.

how likely are those keloid, scar reduction gel/cream is going to remove keloids? my case is...pls read? I have had 6 keloids on upper chest (like size of a pine nut) and i am so self conscious. I want to buy the gels(i.e. dermatix, hirudoid, mederma brands) and try to remove it. Please advice which brand to buy and how likely i can get rid of my keloid. Thanks for your help in advance, i am desperate(!) to get rid of them before summer. Thank you again...

Should I go for it and tell this guy how I feel? I've really liked this guy for over six months. I've been pining and I have no idea if he knows how I feel. We'll be going our separate ways and I won't see him anymore. Should I tell how I've felt just so I can get it off my chest?

How should I theme my room? I have light blue walls in my bedroom, and a white wardrobe and a pine double bed, and a pine coloured chest of drawers. I also have a free standing long mirror on a wooden polished frame. I can't re-paint the walls, but I want to freshen the room up a bit along the lines of a theme. Like, when people have a moroccan theme, or a barbie theme (lol). So, what should I put on my walls, what sort of mirrors, drapes...? Any ideas?

How do you seal in the "smell" after finishing a piece of furniture? I bought two unfinished pine chests that I stained using a minwax stain. I bought these with the idea that I would store my sweaters/blankets in them during the off season. The problem is, my sweaters/blankets come out smelling like the stain. I have tried leaving the lid open for days, to air them out, as well as storing the items in a sealed container within the chests, but neither work. Does anyone have any ideas on how to seal in the smell, so I can use these as I intended to?

Looking to sell some stuff on millsberry? Decorative Snowman,Fireplace with Stockings (Tan),Pogo Stick,Unicorn Plush Doll,Blue Telescope,Blue Acoustic Guitar Christmas Tree with Angel,Sleigh x2,Snowflake backpack x2,Berry Lucky Charms® skateboard x2,Diamond necklace,Treasure Chest Holiday Lights,Santa Wreath x2,Pine Wreath x2,Rubber ball with Stars,Rubber Spider,Thanksgiving Turkey Wall Decoration ,Turkey Stuffed toy ,Boughs of Holly Any one wanna buy any of them,If so how much will you pay

Can you put these in your own words in 7 senteces? Listen to his current album, "Graduation," which debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard charts, besting 50 Cent's "Curtis" in a much ballyhooed face-off, and you're more likely to hear the sounds of chests being thumped than backs being patted. But Tuesday evening at GQ's 50th-anniversary party at Cedar Lake, a club in Manhattan's popular Meatpacking District, West was surprisingly gracious. "I feel bad about beating 50," he said, "but I feel good about being number one." According to Nielsen SoundScan, West to date has sold more than 957,000 albums. Fifty, who has said that he'd retire from rap if West was victorious, sold 691,000 copies in the past week. Will 50 be heading to Shady Pines? His people would not "confirm or deny his retirement." No matter. The GQ party was as much a celebration of the magazine's storied history as it was of West. "He's the perfect marriage between artistic integrity and mainstream," said GQ's editor Jim Nelson. First one to comment w. the 5 sentences wil get the 10 points!!

What should happen next in my book? SO FAR_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Prologue That little town in northern Kentucky was where the magic had first appeared. But once we were together, once we knew our destiny, the magic seemed to follow us everywhere. It followed us through the end of the summer, through senior year, and through the rest of our lives. And one day, for the next two who meet here, the magic will follow them through their lives, keeping them together forever, just as it has done for us. Chapter 1 The wind whistled through the trees. The creek trickled further down the mountain as I ran. The sun was beginning to rise and I needed to make it home before my parents knew I was gone. The gravel crunched beneath my boots as a made my way up the driveway to our welcoming ranch in rural Kentucky. I sneaked quietly through the front door, kicked off my boots, and tiptoed up the stairs to my room. I inhaled the homely pine smell of the newly furnished wood floors and lightly closed the door behind me. The orange and pink flowered comforter was neatly tucked into the bottom of my wooden canopy bed. The light from outside reflected onto the metallic-colored pillows on my windowsill, instantly reminding me that my parents would wake up soon and I needed to be ready to start chores. I hurried into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. I suddenly heard the crumble of the gravel as a car pulled up the drive. I wondered who could possibly be here this early. I took a quick glance at the clock; it was almost 6 AM. I turned off the water, leaving my room, and jogged down the stairs. I opened the door, surprised by the summer sunrise over the horizon. A red pickup truck was parked down the steps in front of me. The windows were tinted; I heard a click from inside the car, and a pair of brown cowboy boots shown as the door of the pickup opened. A boy, looking around 16 years old, stepped out from behind the door. He took a step toward me, his short blonde hair shaking against his forehead. “Hayden Cadwell?” He asked. I smiled tentatively, and nodded. A bright grin appeared on his face, raising the freckles on his cheeks. “I’m Tanner.” He said. “Brentwood.” He added quickly. He jabbed a thumb north down the road I lived on “I um live down the road; your dad hired me to train your horses for the derby.” I vaguely remembered my father talking about training circumstances for the derby. We lived on a horse farm, my dad had always been into horse racing, and we bred and raced them for business. “Oh yea, sorry, you can come in if you like.” I motioned to the open door behind me. “That would be great.” He smiled his dazzling smile again, turning around to lock the truck. I turned to walk into the house, hearing Tanner’s steps behind me, and walked into the kitchen. “You hungry?” I asked walking over to the fridge. “Yea, now that you mention it. Do you mind?” He smiled again, looking straight into my eyes and my heart began to beat a hundred miles per hour beneath my chest. “’Course not” I smiled sheepishly back, blushing. “Are eggs okay?” “That’s fine with me, if its food, I’ll eat it” He laughed. I grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge, and a pan from one of the cabinets. He shifted his weight to the other foot. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but, do you mind if I use the restroom?” He asked. I cracked some eggs and poured them into the hot pan. “Right down the hall” I pointed past the front door, smiling and blushing all in one. I turned around, leaning on the counter, and sighed deeply. Someone as cute as Tanner only comes along once in a girl’s life. I began to daydream about him and me, sitting on a porch swing, holding hands. I smiled, remembering, in seventh grade, when I got my first boyfriend. His name was Caleb and he was one of the smartest kids in our class, everyone always made fun of him, I laughed allowed. “Hayden, what’s burning?” My dad called from upstairs, snapping me out of my daydream. “Wha-.” I began, before I finally realized. I turned around sharply, just as Tanner walked into the kitchen. “What’s going on?” He asked, walking toward me. I grabbed ther pan from the stove, threw it into the sink, and turned on the faucet. The kitchen now smelt of burnt eggs. I covered my eyes with my hands and then wiped my hair away from my face. “God, Tanner, sorry I should have been paying more attention.” I started. “Can I make you anything else for breakfast?” I waited a few moments for him to respond. When I turned over to him he was laughing hysterically. “Its ok, you just made my day.” He choked out between laughs. I looked down into the sink at the pan that was now covered in a thick sheet of black crust, and began to laugh myself. My dad walked in just as Tanner and I were in a complete laughing fit. “What happened here?” He sniffed the ai

Can Danish Oil Finish be applied over an oil based stain? I am refinishing a chest of drawers. It is pine. This has turned in to a long labor of love. I stripped off the coats of crap. The layer include from the wood up-black stain-brown paint-some kind of clear lacquer. I wasn't able to remove all the black stain so I sanded and sanded. Some of the black remained but I stained over it with Minwax Wood Finish in Gunstock. The results look like my wood floors which are Tiger Wood. Heres a pic I found on google- http://picasaweb.google.com/barreled/TigerwoodAtOurHome#5228671704052927522 I don't want a hard sheen surface like lacquer, but I want it to be sealed. Will the danish oil work?

What do you think of my book so far? JC eases up in to a park entrance. In the ditch next to the park entrance yellow crime scene tape surround a body. He takes a deep breath, reminding himself why he does this; to make the world a little better for others and himself and saving the world from more murders. JC was a slim and tall figure. He was 21 and just got out of college. He had light blue eyes and thick brown hair. Every girl at his office dreamed of going out with him, all but one girl. He was dressed like he always did when working; black jacket, white button-up shirt, black pants, black socks, and black shoes. The only thing that he was wearing not black or white was purple and red tie. As JC gets out, Marcos Dually, JC’s partner catches him up to detail. “A Jane Doe, no ID, about 26 years old, and one shot to the back of the head.” “Did you find her vehicle or the killers?” JC asks. “Nope, but parts of tire tacks. The guy is too smart, he got out of his van and took a branch and wiped the tire marks away.” Marcos said. “He is very smart.” “Yes, lucky for his there are not many any rare plants in this park.” Marcos replied. As Marcos led JC to the body JC said, “O.K.” Irad was already examining the body. “From the looks of it, the gun was a .45 pistol.” JC standing over the body asked, “Anything big yet?” “I found this note pined to her chest.” Irad told him. As Irad held the note out to JC and Jenny, the crime scene photographer, started taking pictures. After putting rubber gloves on, JC took the paper from Irad and read it silently. After a minute Marcos said to JC, “Read it aloud!” You are running out of time and I have an eye out for something. Want to find me ask Lizzie Zillion about Alisa. Kil Kill Time Lizzie was in the living room of her house playing tea party with a 5 year old that she and Clair were watching. It was Sunday so Lizzie did not have work, Faith did not have school, and her babysitter, Clair, sometimes lived with Lizzie. Lizzie went into the kitchen to get some more tea when the phone rang. Faith ran into the kitchen. “Lizzie! The phone says it is your work!” Faith said with her head tipped to the side. Seeing her that way had Lizzie laughing as she answered the phone. “Hello?” “Did I interrupt something?” Cutting her laugh short she said, “No, who is this?” Knowing it is not her boss. “Oh, I am so sorry. I am JC.” “JC, who?” “Detective Justin Covio.” “It is Sunday, way are you calling me” Lizzie asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Faith pouring tea into her tea cup. “Faith, that is hot! I will do that.” “Who is Faith?” Lizzie was pouring tea and spilt some of it. “What, did you talk to my boss? I don’t even know you! Who the hell are you and what do you want?” Faith watch as Lizzie cleaned up her spill. “Let Me do that, I did not spill.” Laughing again and forgetting JC she yelled, “Clair!” As Clair came and got Faith and the tea, JC asked, “Who is Faith and Clair?” Having forgotten about JC, Lizzie jumped. Grabbing the edge of the counter she shouted “You have one minute to tell me why you have called me! Start!” JC explained, “We found a body and a note. On the note it said to ask you a question.” “So shot.” Lizzie said. “No, we need you to come in.” “Fine, I will be there in ten minutes.” Hanging up the phone, she got her coat and keys. “Clair, I need to go to the office for a few minutes.” Faith came running in, “But Lizzie we are playing tea party!” She got down to Faith’s eye level, quickly thinking, “I will stop at the antique shop and get a new tea set.” Faith’s eyes got big, “You will!” “Yep, back in an hour.” Lizzie got up and went into her garage and climbed into her car. Started it and backed out into the road. JC paced outside of the office. When Lizzie came he was going to be the first to meet her and apologize for asking so many questions, she sounded really mad. Hopefully she wouldn’t tell they’re boss. Then a silver car stopped and. A tall, skim, dirty blonde slip out her car and shut the door. She had on a sundress, it was a spaghetti strapped, it was three colors, at the top it was yellow, at the hips it faded to white, then it darkened to brown, to finish it of was a brown fabric belt. It was stunning or ratter she was stunning. JC’s eyes moved down the all of her curves, he walked over to her, “Hey cutie, can I have your number?” She grinned flipped her hair back and said, “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.” As he did she pulled out pepper spay and her card, she put the card in his hand and said, “O.K. Open your eyes.” Dragging a man she just sprayed with pepper spray behind her, Lizzie walk to her buss. “Is this way I had to come to work on a Sunday?” Dan, Lizzie’s buss, looked to Lizzie then to JC. “You said hey cutie didn’t you?” “You never said what she looks like!” Lizzie’s eyes filled with anger “I have pepper spray, so someone better tell me why I am here.” Dan said, “Follow me.” Lizzie,

Unisex nursery ideas for twin babies. Do you know of any good sites or have any pics? We are hoping to decorate the nursery soon (though hopefully not paint it as the ceilings are very high as we are living in a flat in a converted chapel!). We are having a boy and a girl and we have a lovely big bedroom for them to have as their own once they arrive. We're just stuck on what we can use to decorate it. Most of the blankets we have are cream or white, we don't have the cribs yet as we are getting them once my boyfriend's dad gets back from holidays as he is buying them for us (as he's not bothered with his own son in years! Needless to say my boyfriend is now after every penny lol) They will probably be pine coloured though as the rooms are lovely and light and we have had some furniture given to us for the room which is pine and we have a small white chest of drawers. Is there any way we can decorate it nicely but neutral-ly with just pictures and what would you do about curtains? Again, they are big 7 ft windows so we need cheap and cheerful curtains!

How do u like my sisters story i know its long its some of the first chapter and the preface there are also a few wrongs she spelled wrong lol she meant to put ears n instead she put ears it's a little long but please read it all i would have made a link but im not quite sure how do do that sorry. Preface It all started a long time ago back when the world was one and its people lived side by side and lived for thinking of others before themselves. Back when there was no war and no destructive leader. Back when people could speak there mind and not be killed on sight. Well, that was a long, long time ago. It all started with two princesses both of them very beautiful and loved by their people. They were sisters. They loved one another. But corruption soon took its role on them. Princess Sophia had hair as bright as the sun on a summer’s day, she had hypnotizing blue eyes, and nearly always held a smile. Princess Rosaline had hair as dark as a pine tree’s bark, her lips a faint pink, her green eyes only brought more beauty to her. But when she smiled everyone couldn’t help but smile with her. When a baby was born that would have unthinkable power there would always be a strange birthmark on their left shoulder in the shape of either a lily or a rose. There were only myths about the rose birthmark, it being so rare, the rose birthmark had only been heard through myths and tall tales throughout the years. The day Sophia was born she bared a lily but Rosaline had a mark of the rose. Many fortune tellers told prophecies of the sisters when they were just toddlers. Some told of how both sisters would be extremely wise and love everyone in the kingdom, others told of how both sisters would protect the kingdom from any monster that dare to try to harm it. Both wrong. The one everyone should’ve listened to was a prophecy that was told by a crazy old woman , the true prophecy, “ Yes both princesses will grow to be beauties of the kingdom, but heed my warning, A princess shall betray the other, kill her and the kind king and queen, she will bring with her a army of darkness,” Her voice grew tired and crackly yet louder at the same time. Her gray scraggly hair flowed with the wind, her mole only barely noticeable, her pale wrinkled skin seemed less fragile then normal as the old women finished the prophecy. “There shall be a great battle of good and evil, fire and ice, one will die, the other shall bring only more misery and pain to the kingdom, she shall rule for four hundred years. She will kill anyone that dare cross her. But one day when we are long dead, everyone but the queen, and our great-great-great-grandchildren will only know misery and suffering there will be hope. On her sixteenth birthday, a young woman shall come, she will kill the queen and our kingdom will once again be safe, she shall give her life to save us all and she shall prevail. She will be the queen’s sister reincarnated. The ice princess. Heed my word for I have seen the future! All will be lost all will be destroyed, please listen to me!” The old women pleaded with the villages that were listening to her, such pain and sorrow in her eyes. Yet none of the villagers believed her, most walked away. “The princesses will love each other you daft old hag, what is one prophecy against a thousand?” said a villager. All the villagers that were left shook their heads in agreement…… They should have listened to the old woman… they should have listened. As the girls grew older their powers became clear, Sophia had the power of fire, but Rosaline had the power of ice. When Sophia was eighteen and Rosaline was sixteen the old woman’s prophecy came true. No one knows why Sophia hated her parents and sister so, no one but Sophia herself, and her sister Rosaline. Sophia rode after Rosaline as she fled for her life. Eventually they came upon a iced over lake, both girls stopped as the ice began to crack. Rosaline got off her horse, Sophia did the same. Rosaline knew that she was going to die, but before she did she placed a curse on her sister. Her voice was kind as it always was, such a innocent voice, but filled with a great sadness, “Dear sister I forgive you for what you are about to do to me, but not for what you shall do with this world, one day, four hundred years from this very day I will come back for you, and destroy you.” Rosaline stood there she looked unafraid, so calm and peaceful, but still you could tell her sadness from a hundred miles away, such a strong sadness. Sophia laughed, a evil sickening sound. “I’m about to kill you sister, tell me how you will come back and destroy me?” “I will have a reincarnation, it saddens me that she will have to die as well.” And with that Sophia killed her sister, no one knows how exactly all they know is that she was dead. That same night the old woman that had told everyone the true prophecy died in her sleep. Sophia took charge of the kingdom. The peaceful kingdom was doomed. Four hundred years have passed since then. My name is Rochelle, and this is my story. Chapter one “Rochelle!” I heard the innkeeper say. She was shaking me in my bed. “Rochelle you must get up!” my head was still dizzy from sleeping all day but I could still recognize the panic in the woman’s voice. My mother. I couldn’t tell why she was so frightened I quickly sat up on the hay bed and looked into her eyes. She had the kindest face I had ever known, her hair was already gray and she was only in her early forties. She had laugh lines and barley noticeable wrinkles along with a double chin. And she had tears in her pale blue eyes. I loved this woman more then anything. And she was so panicked. “What is it mother?” I asked her in a groggy voice. “The queen, she is coming my daughter!” She yelled. “Why?” I asked her, now I was completely awake. “The queen fears the prophecy will come true she is stopping at every village and checking all the backs of the young women for the mark of the rose. “Then why are you so scared mother?” I asked her. “The queen is killing all the girls even if they do not bare the mark.” She replied studying my face. “I cannot bare to loose you my child.” A fresh tear fell silently down her cheek and onto my hair. “But there is nothing we can do mother.” I calmly said, looking down. Even though I said it calm my heart was racing so fast and loud I feared she could hear it. “You must run.” “What!” I yelled, “I cant mama I cant.” “You must, she took my husband and my son I will not let her take you.” She pulled me close to her, snuggling my head into her chest and resting her head on mine. I could feel her tears dripping on my head now. “I will not let her take you.” She repeated. I pulled away from her, her face was a blotchy red now. “Mother what will happen if she catches me?” I asked her already knowing the dreaded answer. “Then she will kill you my daughter.” A new wave of tears fell down her cheeks. “But then you would have at least tried.” I looked at her again and I knew that I had to try for her sake. But I also felt it in my gut that something terrible was about to happen. “For you I will try.” I smiled a weak smile then hugged her. “Rochelle I will only be able to tell you this once so please listen carefully.” “Yes mother.” “You will walk north in the town then you will find the forest, keep heading north until you find a waterfall, then you must head east until you reach a village. Do not tell anyone your name, at the dead center of the village you shall find a small yellow cottage, give this to the man that will answer,” she pulled a small, dirty pouch from her apron handing it to me. “Do not look at what is in this pouch until you reach the cottage. Promise me you wont.” “I promise mother.” “Keep It hidden, no one but the man in the cottage can know about it nor see it.” I didn’t really know what to say so I nodded. “You must survive no matter what.” I nodded again. “Bring everything you will need for a two day journey.” I stared at her. “That is how long the journey will take Rochelle. She added after studying my confused expression. I didn’t bother to nod this time. “When you get to the waterfall stop there and rest only the pure hearted are allowed there, but no sooner you mustn’t stop until you reach the waterfall.” “I will do my best mother.” It was her turn to nod then. Then we both stood there looking at each other. I was so confused but I knew that she wouldn’t explain it to me again. “Hurry.” she said calmly. I knew I didn’t have much time so I tried my best not to waste any. I gathered two changes of clothes, dried food, and water. My mother was pacing back and forth through the ancient room and as she did the wood creaked and creaked. There was nothing left to do now, I had to leave. My mother knew exactly what I was thinking. “You have to go now Rochelle.” something about her face made me realize that there was something else she wanted to tell me but I didn’t ask. And she didn’t tell. I was at the door now, and about to twist the handle when she rushed over to me and hugged me again. I held her tight and felt my own tears rush down my cheek. “I will always love you my sweet, kind daughter.” “I will come back mother I promise you I will.” I buried myself deeper into her shoulder. “Goodbye Rochelle I will pray for your safety.” “As will I pray for yours.” I kissed her on the cheek and left the room, looking back for only a second. Why was she looking at my shoulder? And why did she still have that expression that there was something she wanted to tell me but couldn’t? I put the gray cloak that was set carefully by the door on and left without knowing. I was on the run now, and I feared I always will be. I walked as fast as I could without being noticed, many of the villagers were panicked as my mother was and all were talking. The village was small, but so many of the villagers were outside today that It was hard to get through them. Many villagers tripped and stumbled, others were cradling they’re relatives. It was too much to take I kept my head down not wanting to see anymore. I wished I was blind. But after a few minutes I finally found the forest. I made sure none of the villagers were watching me, none were. I walked faster and faster, until I was in the forest. I quickened my pace until I was so deep inside the forest that I knew no villager could see me. The smell was sweet, and I was overwhelmed by it , pine trees, flowers, berries, even the smell of the fresh grass. It brought me a slight moment of peace. I never dreamed something could be this beautiful. And then something else overwhelmed me, I was alone. But it wasn’t just that, all the villagers knew me, knew my mother. My mother. The queen would kill her, she would know that my mother told me to escape, but before the queen would kill her she would interrogate her. Asking her exactly were I was going, but I also knew mother would never tell, she would die a painful death. All because she didn’t want to loose me. I had to go back. But the villagers knew by now that I was gone, both me and my mother would die no matter what I did now. I had to keep moving, but not for me I wasn’t doing this for me, I was making this journey for my mother. I felt my heart start to break for her, I might never see her again. A tear dripped down my cheek but this wasn’t the time to cry, I couldn’t brake down here, I had to make it to the waterfall by the day’s end and then rest. I mustn’t let her down I had to try my best to make it, to survive for her. I kept heading north. Then something took hold of me like I had been here before, something was guiding me I didn’t trip or stumble once. It was as if I belonged here, like I belonged to nature. I walked and walked, the sun was almost set but still no sign of the waterfall. I began to loose hope. Then I smelt it, I never smelt anything like it, it was sweeter then berries or flowers even, it was the most amazing smell I closed my eyes and to my surprise I could picture the waterfall in complete detail, beautiful glistening rocks of every color of the rainbow, water as blue as the sky on a clear day. The greenest grass and bushes surrounded it. My eyes were still closed but I could feel my feet guiding me, showing me the way. I didn’t open my eyes until my feet stopped dead in their tracks. I opened my eyes. I could feel my jaw drop, I was right next to the waterfall, the sound was amazing, birds chirping even though it was almost dark, the water rushing down into the stream, flowers of all sorts were surrounding the waterfall and stream, red, blue, green, colors I had never seen before. I didn’t want to fall asleep but suddenly I felt my muscles in my legs start to give, and my eyelids were drooping. I stared at it all one more time then laid down right next to the waterfall, taking my gray cloak off and using it as a blanket, and my bag as a pillow. Shortly after I fell asleep, feeling so peaceful for the first time in my life. Even my dream was peaceful. Not quite a dream because it was all of my best memories mixed into one. The first part of the dream was when I was four and my father and brother were still alive, my brother was eight ears older then me, my brother, Alex had a huge grin on his face because he had finally beaten father at chest, he jumped for joy and everyone was grinning and laughing, especially my father, he shook hands with Alex and congratulated him. I could tell Alex was getting just a tad bit fool of himself, his blonde hair was bouncing up and down along with him. My father was considered very handsome, black hair, square jaw lines, a hint of a cleft was on his chin, his lips were pale, along with his whole body, his eyes were gray, at four years olds I never understood why. But now I did. My father was just a slave to the queen, he and all the other men were constantly working, I had even heard of some of the men dying from being pushed too hard. And then there was my mother her lips were full, she was absolutely beautiful, her hair was the same color blonde as my brother, she was skinny, and her face was almost a perfect oval. My mother had changed so much since the day my father and Alex died, I knew that she had to watch them die, but I didn’t know how they died that was something I could ask her, something I never wanted to ask her, and she never told me. Me peaceful dream was starting to get blurry so I stopped my thoughts dead in my tracks and let the dream play out. My whole dream was full of the time I had spent with my family, but that only included seven ears of my life. My brother was only fifteen when he died, my father was my father was forty two. Suddenly I awoke, my head was dizzy and I carefully got up so I wouldn’t get a headache, then I heard it. A voice. A boy’s voice. I leaped to my feet and hid behind a bush, I didn’t dare run. I didn’t dare make a sound. Not so much as a gasp. But hadn’t my mother said that only the pure hearted were allowed entrance to the waterfall, I didn’t take a chance. Then I heard footsteps, I had to look something was telling me that I had to look. I put my head at the side of the bush knowing that whoever was there wouldn’t be able to see me. Then I saw him. He looked to be fifteen or sixteen. I could tell by the way his face was not yet squared off and still in a way kidish. His hair wasn’t very long but it went into his eyes, he was tan unlike every other boy I had seen in my village, he was not from the village. He was one of the queen’s soldiers. I felt my heartbeat speed up and know I tried my hardest to stay still, he was dressed in all red. He carried with him a sword that was still in its sheath. How had he been able to get here? Why? Only the pure hearted were allowed here. He bent down towards the waterfall, and I was able to get a better look at him. His eyes were brown, but so sad, I gazed at them for a long time, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t move my eyes, he wasn’t staring back but there was something about his eyes. I stared in shock I felt at though I knew him but didn’t. I stared and stared until my stomach started to flutter. Why did I have the sudden urge to go over to him? I was finally able to take my eyes from his, he was so close to me it seemed, I stared at his clothes, then I saw something on his head, and then I realized exactly what he was. He was not a soldier of the queen but a son, not a real son, the queen liked to think of it that way though, there were five, all of them had been stolen from they’re families when they were just babies. The queen had known that soon a day would come when the ice princess would come back. She feared it, she wanted a powerful army. All of her sons bared the mark of the lily all had the power of fire. All could take down a brick house with just a punch. The mark of the lily was hard to find and most common on girls, but she didn’t want any girls in her army she killed any baby girl that had bared the mark. But any boy she kept and raised it as her own. They were evil and had as dark a heart as the queen. She had sent her sons to the village to kill the girls. But if that was true how had that boy come here, to the waterfall? Why was I not frightened of him even know when I knew who he was?

Here's th preface and a little bit of the first chapter of a book im working on tell me what you think it's a little long but please read it all i would have made a link but im not quite sure how do do that sorry. Preface It all started a long time ago back when the world was one and its people lived side by side and lived for thinking of others before themselves. Back when there was no war and no destructive leader. Back when people could speak there mind and not be killed on sight. Well, that was a long, long time ago. It all started with two princesses both of them very beautiful and loved by their people. They were sisters. They loved one another. But corruption soon took its role on them. Princess Sophia had hair as bright as the sun on a summer’s day, she had hypnotizing blue eyes, and nearly always held a smile. Princess Rosaline had hair as dark as a pine tree’s bark, her lips a faint pink, her green eyes only brought more beauty to her. But when she smiled everyone couldn’t help but smile with her. When a baby was born that would have unthinkable power there would always be a strange birthmark on their left shoulder in the shape of either a lily or a rose. There were only myths about the rose birthmark, it being so rare, the rose birthmark had only been heard through myths and tall tales throughout the years. The day Sophia was born she bared a lily but Rosaline had a mark of the rose. Many fortune tellers told prophecies of the sisters when they were just toddlers. Some told of how both sisters would be extremely wise and love everyone in the kingdom, others told of how both sisters would protect the kingdom from any monster that dare to try to harm it. Both wrong. The one everyone should’ve listened to was a prophecy that was told by a crazy old woman , the true prophecy, “ Yes both princesses will grow to be beauties of the kingdom, but heed my warning, A princess shall betray the other, kill her and the kind king and queen, she will bring with her a army of darkness,” Her voice grew tired and crackly yet louder at the same time. Her gray scraggly hair flowed with the wind, her mole only barely noticeable, her pale wrinkled skin seemed less fragile then normal as the old women finished the prophecy. “There shall be a great battle of good and evil, fire and ice, one will die, the other shall bring only more misery and pain to the kingdom, she shall rule for four hundred years. She will kill anyone that dare cross her. But one day when we are long dead, everyone but the queen, and our great-great-great-grandchildren will only know misery and suffering there will be hope. On her sixteenth birthday, a young woman shall come, she will kill the queen and our kingdom will once again be safe, she shall give her life to save us all and she shall prevail. She will be the queen’s sister reincarnated. The ice princess. Heed my word for I have seen the future! All will be lost all will be destroyed, please listen to me!” The old women pleaded with the villages that were listening to her, such pain and sorrow in her eyes. Yet none of the villagers believed her, most walked away. “The princesses will love each other you daft old hag, what is one prophecy against a thousand?” said a villager. All the villagers that were left shook their heads in agreement…… They should have listened to the old woman… they should have listened. As the girls grew older their powers became clear, Sophia had the power of fire, but Rosaline had the power of ice. When Sophia was eighteen and Rosaline was sixteen the old woman’s prophecy came true. No one knows why Sophia hated her parents and sister so, no one but Sophia herself, and her sister Rosaline. Sophia rode after Rosaline as she fled for her life. Eventually they came upon a iced over lake, both girls stopped as the ice began to crack. Rosaline got off her horse, Sophia did the same. Rosaline knew that she was going to die, but before she did she placed a curse on her sister. Her voice was kind as it always was, such a innocent voice, but filled with a great sadness, “Dear sister I forgive you for what you are about to do to me, but not for what you shall do with this world, one day, four hundred years from this very day I will come back for you, and destroy you.” Rosaline stood there she looked unafraid, so calm and peaceful, but still you could tell her sadness from a hundred miles away, such a strong sadness. Sophia laughed, a evil sickening sound. “I’m about to kill you sister, tell me how you will come back and destroy me?” “I will have a reincarnation, it saddens me that she will have to die as well.” And with that Sophia killed her sister, no one knows how exactly all they know is that she was dead. That same night the old woman that had told everyone the true prophecy died in her sleep. Sophia took charge of the kingdom. The peaceful kingdom was doomed. Four hundred years have passed since then. My name is Rochelle, and this is my story. Chapter one “Rochelle!” I heard the innkeeper say. She was shaking me in my bed. “Rochelle you must get up!” my head was still dizzy from sleeping all day but I could still recognize the panic in the woman’s voice. My mother. I couldn’t tell why she was so frightened I quickly sat up on the hay bed and looked into her eyes. She had the kindest face I had ever known, her hair was already gray and she was only in her early forties. She had laugh lines and barley noticeable wrinkles along with a double chin. And she had tears in her pale blue eyes. I loved this woman more then anything. And she was so panicked. “What is it mother?” I asked her in a groggy voice. “The queen, she is coming my daughter!” She yelled. “Why?” I asked her, now I was completely awake. “The queen fears the prophecy will come true she is stopping at every village and checking all the backs of the young women for the mark of the rose. “Then why are you so scared mother?” I asked her. “The queen is killing all the girls even if they do not bare the mark.” She replied studying my face. “I cannot bare to loose you my child.” A fresh tear fell silently down her cheek and onto my hair. “But there is nothing we can do mother.” I calmly said, looking down. Even though I said it calm my heart was racing so fast and loud I feared she could hear it. “You must run.” “What!” I yelled, “I cant mama I cant.” “You must, she took my husband and my son I will not let her take you.” She pulled me close to her, snuggling my head into her chest and resting her head on mine. I could feel her tears dripping on my head now. “I will not let her take you.” She repeated. I pulled away from her, her face was a blotchy red now. “Mother what will happen if she catches me?” I asked her already knowing the dreaded answer. “Then she will kill you my daughter.” A new wave of tears fell down her cheeks. “But then you would have at least tried.” I looked at her again and I knew that I had to try for her sake. But I also felt it in my gut that something terrible was about to happen. “For you I will try.” I smiled a weak smile then hugged her. “Rochelle I will only be able to tell you this once so please listen carefully.” “Yes mother.” “You will walk north in the town then you will find the forest, keep heading north until you find a waterfall, then you must head east until you reach a village. Do not tell anyone your name, at the dead center of the village you shall find a small yellow cottage, give this to the man that will answer,” she pulled a small, dirty pouch from her apron handing it to me. “Do not look at what is in this pouch until you reach the cottage. Promise me you wont.” “I promise mother.” “Keep It hidden, no one but the man in the cottage can know about it nor see it.” I didn’t really know what to say so I nodded. “You must survive no matter what.” I nodded again. “Bring everything you will need for a two day journey.” I stared at her. “That is how long the journey will take Rochelle. She added after studying my confused expression. I didn’t bother to nod this time. “When you get to the waterfall stop there and rest only the pure hearted are allowed there, but no sooner you mustn’t stop until you reach the waterfall.” “I will do my best mother.” It was her turn to nod then. Then we both stood there looking at each other. I was so confused but I knew that she wouldn’t explain it to me again. “Hurry.” she said calmly. I knew I didn’t have much time so I tried my best not to waste any. I gathered two changes of clothes, dried food, and water. My mother was pacing back and forth through the ancient room and as she did the wood creaked and creaked. There was nothing left to do now, I had to leave. My mother knew exactly what I was thinking. “You have to go now Rochelle.” something about her face made me realize that there was something else she wanted to tell me but I didn’t ask. And she didn’t tell. I was at the door now, and about to twist the handle when she rushed over to me and hugged me again. I held her tight and felt my own tears rush down my cheek. “I will always love you my sweet, kind daughter.” “I will come back mother I promise you I will.” I buried myself deeper into her shoulder. “Goodbye Rochelle I will pray for your safety.” “As will I pray for yours.” I kissed her on the cheek and left the room, looking back for only a second. Why was she looking at my shoulder? And why did she still have that expression that there was something she wanted to tell me but couldn’t? I put the gray cloak that was set carefully by the door on and left without knowing. I was on the run now, and I feared I always will be. I walked as fast as I could without being noticed, many of the villagers were panicked as my mother was and all were talking. The village was small, but so many of the villagers were outside today that It was hard to get through them. Many villagers tripped and stumbled, others were cradling they’re relatives. It was too much to take I kept my head down not wanting to see anymore. I wished I was blind. But after a few minutes I finally found the forest. I made sure none of the villagers were watching me, none were. I walked faster and faster, until I was in the forest. I quickened my pace until I was so deep inside the forest that I knew no villager could see me. The smell was sweet, and I was overwhelmed by it , pine trees, flowers, berries, even the smell of the fresh grass. It brought me a slight moment of peace. I never dreamed something could be this beautiful. And then something else overwhelmed me, I was alone. But it wasn’t just that, all the villagers knew me, knew my mother. My mother. The queen would kill her, she would know that my mother told me to escape, but before the queen would kill her she would interrogate her. Asking her exactly were I was going, but I also knew mother would never tell, she would die a painful death. All because she didn’t want to loose me. I had to go back. But the villagers knew by now that I was gone, both me and my mother would die no matter what I did now. I had to keep moving, but not for me I wasn’t doing this for me, I was making this journey for my mother. I felt my heart start to break for her, I might never see her again. A tear dripped down my cheek but this wasn’t the time to cry, I couldn’t brake down here, I had to make it to the waterfall by the day’s end and then rest. I mustn’t let her down I had to try my best to make it, to survive for her. I kept heading north. Then something took hold of me like I had been here before, something was guiding me I didn’t trip or stumble once. It was as if I belonged here, like I belonged to nature. I walked and walked, the sun was almost set but still no sign of the waterfall. I began to loose hope. Then I smelt it, I never smelt anything like it, it was sweeter then berries or flowers even, it was the most amazing smell I closed my eyes and to my surprise I could picture the waterfall in complete detail, beautiful glistening rocks of every color of the rainbow, water as blue as the sky on a clear day. The greenest grass and bushes surrounded it. My eyes were still closed but I could feel my feet guiding me, showing me the way. I didn’t open my eyes until my feet stopped dead in their tracks. I opened my eyes. I could feel my jaw drop, I was right next to the waterfall, the sound was amazing, birds chirping even though it was almost dark, the water rushing down into the stream, flowers of all sorts were surrounding the waterfall and stream, red, blue, green, colors I had never seen before. I didn’t want to fall asleep but suddenly I felt my muscles in my legs start to give, and my eyelids were drooping. I stared at it all one more time then laid down right next to the waterfall, taking my gray cloak off and using it as a blanket, and my bag as a pillow. Shortly after I fell asleep, feeling so peaceful for the first time in my life. Even my dream was peaceful. Not quite a dream because it was all of my best memories mixed into one. The first part of the dream was when I was four and my father and brother were still alive, my brother was eight ears older then me, my brother, Alex had a huge grin on his face because he had finally beaten father at chest, he jumped for joy and everyone was grinning and laughing, especially my father, he shook hands with Alex and congratulated him. I could tell Alex was getting just a tad bit fool of himself, his blonde hair was bouncing up and down along with him. My father was considered very handsome, black hair, square jaw lines, a hint of a cleft was on his chin, his lips were pale, along with his whole body, his eyes were gray, at four years olds I never understood why. But now I did. My father was just a slave to the queen, he and all the other men were constantly working, I had even heard of some of the men dying from being pushed too hard. And then there was my mother her lips were full, she was absolutely beautiful, her hair was the same color blonde as my brother, she was skinny, and her face was almost a perfect oval. My mother had changed so much since the day my father and Alex died, I knew that she had to watch them die, but I didn’t know how they died that was something I could ask her, something I never wanted to ask her, and she never told me. Me peaceful dream was starting to get blurry so I stopped my thoughts dead in my tracks and let the dream play out. My whole dream was full of the time I had spent with my family, but that only included seven ears of my life. My brother was only fifteen when he died, my father was my father was forty two. Suddenly I awoke, my head was dizzy and I carefully got up so I wouldn’t get a headache, then I heard it. A voice. A boy’s voice. I leaped to my feet and hid behind a bush, I didn’t dare run. I didn’t dare make a sound. Not so much as a gasp. But hadn’t my mother said that only the pure hearted were allowed entrance to the waterfall, I didn’t take a chance. Then I heard footsteps, I had to look something was telling me that I had to look. I put my head at the side of the bush knowing that whoever was there wouldn’t be able to see me. Then I saw him. He looked to be fifteen or sixteen. I could tell by the way his face was not yet squared off and still in a way kidish. His hair wasn’t very long but it went into his eyes, he was tan unlike every other boy I had seen in my village, he was not from the village. He was one of the queen’s soldiers. I felt my heartbeat speed up and know I tried my hardest to stay still, he was dressed in all red. He carried with him a sword that was still in its sheath. How had he been able to get here? Why? Only the pure hearted were allowed here. He bent down towards the waterfall, and I was able to get a better look at him. His eyes were brown, but so sad, I gazed at them for a long time, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t move my eyes, he wasn’t staring back but there was something about his eyes. I stared in shock I felt at though I knew him but didn’t. I stared and stared until my stomach started to flutter. Why did I have the sudden urge to go over to him? I was finally able to take my eyes from his, he was so close to me it seemed, I stared at his clothes, then I saw something on his head, and then I realized exactly what he was. He was not a soldier of the queen but a son, not a real son, the queen liked to think of it that way though, there were five, all of them had been stolen from they’re families when they were just babies. The queen had known that soon a day would come when the ice princess would come back. She feared it, she wanted a powerful army. All of her sons bared the mark of the lily all had the power of fire. All could take down a brick house with just a punch. The mark of the lily was hard to find and most common on girls, but she didn’t want any girls in her army she killed any baby girl that had bared the mark. But any boy she kept and raised it as her own. They were evil and had as dark a heart as the queen. She had sent her sons to the village to kill the girls. But if that was true how had that boy come here, to the waterfall? Why was I not frightened of him even know when I knew who he was? the starting of the story is supposed to be quick in my eyes but i want it to be around a four hundred paged book so trust me the starting had to be fast

I'm stuck at the mid-point of my Chapter Three. Opinions of it, please. :)? Chapter Three: Penumbra Anna 1st Period AP English III 2nd Period AP Pre-calculus 3rd Period AP Physics 4th Period Aquatic Biology Lunch B 5th Period French III 6th Period Leadership 7th Period AP European History Relief conquered anxiety. I’d been worried I wouldn’t get all the classes I’d asked for in my transcript. Taking five Advanced Placement classes was a lot of work, too much for most people, but I knew that I could do it. The classes weren’t necessarily hard but the colossal workload attached to them was extremely tedious and time consuming. Fear overshadowed relief; eclipsing anxiety. A new school, a new life, a new home. The three glorious gifts I’d been given by moving down south to Killeen. It was with my concession that it was done, Mom didn’t even have to drag me from the lushes’ comforts of Austin to come to the mundaness that was and would always be Killeen. I turned the yellow sheet of my schedule over for the crude overview map of the school, searching for my first period English class in Room 108. I sighed and walked off to make a desperate attempt at finding it. I made it to class a couple of minutes late having to ask a random person in the hallway to escort me to class, but I found this didn’t matter anyways. The teacher wasn’t even there. I bent my head over, carefully examining the laces of my shoes, and stalked off to an empty seat in the very back of the room. I shrugged off my empty book bag into the space below my chair, gazing around the classroom to view this foreign habitat that was my new one. The first thing I realized was how overly decorated it was. Literature posters plastered every space of the walls, overlapping the original white behind so thoroughly that not even a speck of it was visible. The teacher’s desk was despicably messy: Papers books, and pens were scattered all about it, even from this distance that was plainly visible. The second thing that I realized was how segregated everyone was. There was an invisible line in the class dividing the band geeks and anime nerds on the left of it and the jocks and other people who wore extremely tight clothes on the right of it. This was nostalgic; it had been exactly the same back in my old school. Though there had been a middle group, which I had been a part of, that served in place of the invisible equator. Both groups seemed to have liked us equally; I thought of us as being neutral. It seemed things would be different at this school. Inevitably, I would no longer be able to remain neutral and would have to chose between one of the sides, being that weird new kid in the back of the classroom would soon no longer be an available option. For now though, it was a more appealing alternative. I sighed and dropped my gaze from my surroundings and looked down at my heavily graffitied desk, contemplating the events that led me to be here. Mom’s and Dad’s divorce had not been as dramatic as I thought it would be, considering the enormity of their personalities, but in fact it turned out to be a clean, mutual break. Mom was exhausted of the city life in Austin and had out rightly said to Dad that she wanted to move back to her hometown of Killeen. Of course Dad didn’t take this well at all; he had been born, raised, and even went to college in Austin. He refused, Mom filed for divorce, he agreed, and I was left betwixt the two. I truly did love my dad just as much as I loved my mom, but if it were a question as to whom I’d rather live with, he wouldn’t be the one to come out on top. So a week after my birthday on the twenty-second of June, I was packing my bags and getting prepared to spend the remaining month of my summer vacation in Killeen. After moving everything into the new house, which was actually only slightly smaller then the one back in Austin, I went around town to see if there was anything to whisk away the unavoidable hours of boredom from being inside the house for too long. I drove around the small town, went inside its shops, and even took a brave stab at going inside its disappointedly tiny mall, when I came to the conclusion that I had willingly moved to the most dismal, boring place in Texas; possibly in the whole U.S.A. I could not understand Mom’s affinity for Killeen try as I might, and soon found myself privately wishing I had chosen to stay with Dad back in Austin. A beep over my head pulled me out of my thoughts and the sound of a girl’s voice issued around the classroom, announcing to stand up for the Pledge of Allegiance and Texas Flag, which were succeeded by a moment of silence. After sitting down back in my graffitied desk to buckle in for the silence, I noticed how everyone’s heads all darted towards me as soon as they too had sat down. I felt my cheeks turn red and quickly looked down at my desk, starring intently at the name someone had carved into it. Nicholas. “Thank you,” came the girl’s voice once again. “Now will you please turn on your T.V to channel 76 for E.T.V; today’s Eagle announcements.” I looked up at the T.V, a more satisfactory distraction, expecting for someone to turn it on, but no one bothered. I could no longer feel anyone’s eyes gazing intently at me, but I looked around anyways just to be positive. The people on the left were all grossly emerged in a conversation about the newest episode of an anime involving ninjas; the people on the right were recounting the events of last Saturday’s party with extreme enthusiasm. Nobody was paying the slightest bit of attention to me, having found their own social life much more interesting than the new kid in the back of the room. I relaxed a little, my disposition becoming less rigid. I looked up at the clock above the whiteboard behind the teacher’s desk to see what time it was. 9:05. This must have been a pretty horrible teacher to be late for her own first period class on the first day of school. My eyes casually looked around the class before sinking down to my desk again, but before they did I saw not quite everybody had looked away from me. A boy with short brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes on the right side of the room had looked up from his cell phone that he had been avidly texting on and met my gaze expectantly. I considered dropping my eyes from his but thought that doing so would have been rude, so I simply stared back. I had anticipated for this to be awkward but instead found the unasked attention he was extorting toward me was contrarily pleasant. I weighed the few option presented to me. There was a wide open door for me to walk through if I was to submit to its provocation, but I knew how conceited and selfish people on the other side had the potential to be and ordinarily were. The other door beside this one was marginally open; only a fraction of light escaped from its crack. If I were to forcefully open this door then I knew that that meant I would be skyrocketed to the bottom of the school’s food chain. Even if the people down there with me were much kinder then the people higher up, I didn’t fancy being a lowly producer; not even close to being a primary consumer. I felt an unfathomable longing for the middle group that had always been there, I only now acknowledged how much I missed them. Unsure if I was making the best decision or not, I felt the muscles of my mouth uncomfortably twitch as I gave the gawking boy a timid smile. This had evidently been the sign of reassurance he had been looking and hopefully expecting to see because he flashed me an unabashed smile, revealing the braces on his teeth that didn’t mitigate the radiance of them in the slightest. The handle of the classroom’s door turned as someone from the other side opened it and I was forced out of curiosity to drop my prolonged gaze and instead look at who had entered the classroom: A squat women with short, fly-away, brown curly hair with some traces of gray in it who was wearing glasses that framed outrageously gray eyes. The people on both sides of the classroom quickly shifted their desks away from each other and stared placidly at whom I assumed had to be the teacher, silently evaluating how strict she might be. I gave a final fertile glance at the boy I was starring at and saw he had decided to take the same course of action at the same time I did. He winked at me before turning back around to face the front of the room and I surprised myself by genuinely smiling. Perhaps this place wouldn’t be as horrible as I had expected it to be. By now, the teacher had sat down in her own wooden, arched chair and was shuffling through the untidy items spread out among her desk. Once again, I looked up at the clock and saw only five minutes had transpired since I last looked at it. She was fifteen minutes late. “Ah, here it is!” she exclaimed in a heavily drenched Irish accent as she extracted a white paper from the top of a teetering pile of papers that looked as if the most gentlest breeze could cause them to topple over. “Now when I call your name, I would like you to respond with “here. I’m very sure you are all used to this by now anyways….Anna Adkins!” “Here,” I responded quietly, looking back down at the embedded name on my desk as I felt the eyes of turned heads piercing through me. “Eh? No Anna Adkins?” “No, no. I-I’m here,” I stuttered helplessly, speaking a little louder then before. My eyes still hadn’t left the name on my desk and my cheeks burned even more fiercely from the drawn out attention focused on me. “Well, speak up next time,” said the teacher in a tone meant for someone who had done her a deep wrong. She muttered something unintelligent under her breath, more then likely in Irish just in case somebody in the front row overheard her, and continued on with the roll. “Justin Armani!’ I looked up from my desk to see whom the named belonged to. If I was going to spend about two more years with these people than having a name to match their face was the concrete first step to furbishing any kind of relationship. I waited for a “here,” but none came. The people on the left were looking annoyed at something I couldn’t fathom. The people on the right were all glancing at each other with smiles on their faces, as if they were enjoying some kind of private joke. I could find no apparent connection between the abrupt changes of persona. “No Justin Armani?” asked the teacher, looking up from the roll sheet and scanning the class with her gray eyes as if expecting the person in question to jump out of their seat. “Here,” came a quiet voice from the right side of the room, an outbreak of stifled chuckles and snorts came from there as well. I looked at the boy with chocolate brown eyes and saw that he was also looking at me with a sly smile etched on his face. I didn’t understand what was going on. “Did someone say something?” asked the teacher at apparent loss as to if she was hearing a voice inside her head or not. I felt a surge of sympathy towards her: She was experiencing the unavoidable symptoms partnered along with old age. “Here,” came the voice again. This time I saw whom it belonged to. I was still looking at the boy and noticed that his mouth narrowly opened after the teacher had asked again. “Eh?” she said. “Here!” he blasted, causing me to startle in my chair, my heart beating in profuse mummers. An eruption of laughing issued from the people around him, whereas the people on the other hemisphere of the equator were starring daggers at its other half. “Now really Mr. Armani. Such yelling is not permitted in my class. I will not warn you again. And all of you, stop laughing!” said the teacher glaring at who I now was completely sure was Justin. He laughed to himself with everyone else as the teacher continued on with the roll and the giggles began to slowly abate. I dropped my gaze from the side of his face as he turned his head to catch my eyes again, looking at my desk for what felt like the infinite time. I knew he was looking at me, analyzing to see if what he had done was humorous to me. I tried to keep my face as stoic as possible but felt that some traces of hurt were plainly etched there. I was extremely borderline. I truly couldn’t decide if what Justin had done was funny; making fun of an old lady with a hearing impairment was about as funny as taking candy from a baby. To me they both had the potential to be hilarious, but were also extremely potent to being hurtful. Even if I had ignored the evident contradictions my conscious was giving, I still would have found it very hard to even pretend this was funny. I don’t know if I was being paranoid or not but I felt like he was poking fun at me for being shy when the teacher had called upon me. Admittedly, this hurt me even though I knew it was too small a wound to worry about. I didn’t like being the scapegoat for hilarity, being laughed at instead of being laughed with. This might be insight into Justin’s character, or maybe I was being too judgmental based on first impressions alone. They were often wrong anyways. The groan of a chair skidding against the floor caused my head to snap up and look at the front of the room to see that the teacher had gotten up from her chair. She carried in her arms the familiar beginning of the year packets introducing the teacher and their many rules. She passed them out to everyone and when I received mine I looked at the top of the first sheet and saw the title “Ms.___ Guidelines” followed by the materials needed for her class. I was about to sigh quietly but thought better of it just in case it someone found this as an excuse to turn around and look at me, more unwanted attention. I slumped deeper in my chair, preparing for the droning speech about her various rules and what she expected from her A.P classes. She assigned us a two page, front and back, paper about any kind of obstacle we’d overcame in our life that made us stronger, due Wednesday. My right hand moaned with foreboding. I could imagine how much pain it would be in by tomorrow night. The bell sounded above us from the intercom and everyone scuffled to get their book bags, in a rush to escape the confinements of the room as quickly as possible. My reflexes, already slower than most people’s, would have slowed me down naturally but I decided to dramatize getting my book bag from under my chair to perfectly ensure I would be the last one to leave, which I was. As I walked out the classroom’s door and turned bearing right toward the staircase further down the hallway, I walked headfirst into the warm, muscular chest of somebody leaning against the wall by the doorframe. I hurriedly staggered away from them, ready to stutter a quick apology and leave the escalating awkward scene. I lifted my head up and parted my lips slightly, but when I found myself looking at the tanned face of Justin my mouth just dangled wide open, the words about to flutter from it extinct. He smiled. “Need help getting to your next class?” His voice was deep and husky. I was positive if he were around his friends it wouldn’t be. His eyes traveled down from my own and to my wide-open mouth. I quickly closed it, feeling my cheeks turn red once again. “Yeah, I probably do.” The corners of my mouth twitched up, forming another genuine smile. The truth was I actually did need his help unless I took the risk of being late again. “ Kay, what is it?” His voice was soothing to me; the red patches on my cheeks began to fade away. “Um, let me look real quick.” I said, raising the schedule in my left hand up to my face and searched for second period. “Pre-Cal. Room 209.” I looked up at Justin; his eyes weren’t looking at my own anymore but had drifted down to the logo branded on my white shirt stretched across my chest. I cleared my throat and raised my schedule to my chest, wrapping my arms around it. “Oh, I have Pre-Cal next, too.” Justin said, looking up from my chest after I had covered it, completely unashamed. It didn’t bother me either; honestly, I had grown used to the bestiality of men back in freshman year and the fact it was Justin only made it easier to ignore. I felt oddly comfortable around him, but since he was a guy it was only typical that he would give into one of his initial instincts: Being hungry, sleepy, and, of course, horny. “A.P?” I asked, making an effort to hide my disbelief “Nah, regular. The only A.P class I have is English,” Justin said, leaning off of the wall. “But my class is right next door to yours, it’s Room 211. I can walk you there if you want.” “Sounds like a plan, “ I said as we walked down the hallway to the staircase. It was amazing how easy talking to him was. A hello hadn’t even been necessary. “So, you’re new here right?” Justin asked me as he opened the door of the staircase. “Yeah, I came from Austin,” I said as we walked up the first set of stairs. “It’s a big jump from a city like Austin to a place like Killeen,” he said stopping on the landing in between the first and second staircase when we reached it. I didn’t respond to this truth. It was too big a jump. For the first time since I had started talking to him, I felt uncomfortable. Instead of stopping on the landing like he had, I turned my back to him and continued up the staircase. I heard him walk from the landing, his footsteps lingering in the almost absolute emptiness, and he appeared beside me. “Do you like it here so far?” Justin was delving too deep for our first conversation. The uncomfortable feeling of the situation was becoming paramount, forming an invisible barrier around me, warding me against any particle of Justin’s aura. “I like it here so far….I’m still getting used to the place.” Lying wasn’t easy for me, but since half of this was the truth it made things a bit easier to do. Still, Justin wasn’t fooled. “You don’t look happy,” he said pushing upon the handles of the door that led up stairs and holding it open for me. “I’m still getting used to things here,” I repeated the truthful part of my half-lie. A silence issued between us as we walked pass Room 205, maneuvering around the sparse, stationary crowds. I noticed some of the faces were familiar, they had been in my last period class. They glared at us with scrutiny, disbelief. For one fleeting second I wondered if Justin’s pleasant exterior was all just a show and that he was using me or making fun of me again. “Room 209, ma’am,” Justin said flashing me another wide smile of his. He inadvertently sent a final blast of comfort that broke through my invisible force field. All previous suspicions and discomfort were washed away. Justin was something pretty amazing. “Well, thanks for the help Justin.” Even though I would thoroughly miss him when he was gone, I was eager to escape to the back of my classroom. Again. It was my only sanctuary from the majority of these impending stares. “No problem, no problem.” He seemed to be in a different world completely. I noticed his forehead wrinkle; his eyebrows contracted together. He was gazing intently at me and I was gazing right back, making me completely oblivious of anything else going on outside our little bubble. “I guess I’ll be seeing you in a little while then?” I said after pulling out of my trance, unsure of how long we had been standing there in silence. Hopefully it had been brief, but my mind told me something different. I grudgingly popped our bubble and took a step towards the door of my next class. “Wait real quick.” Justin gently grabbed my arm and I turned around. His brows were separated and his forehead was smooth again, but his eyes still glinted with purpose. “What lunch do you have?” I tried to recall my designated lunch without glimpsing at my schedule. “B, I think.” “Cool.” Justin’s eyes relaxed but they still burrowed into mine. It was like he was attempting to read my thoughts. I blinked. “You should come eat lunch with me.” He said the words slowly, making them sound awkward. I hadn’t given much thought to where I would sit at during lunch but to a school socialite like Justin the social order of the tables were stupendously important; status quo and all. I understood the dire risk he was taking by inviting me to join his table. “That’s kind of what I already had in mind.” This lie was easy. Justin’s face brightened and he shot me another wide smile of his. We were both evokers of jubilation. “See you later then, Anna.” He gave me a brief wave and I returned it with a smile. We both walked away to our classes and once again I became aware of the sheer amount of people that had witnessed our transactions. I made a mental note to constantly remind myself it was too early to harbor any kind of crush. The mere thought echoed in my head. Crush. Crush. Crush. Justin’s face and wide smile emanated into my thoughts; my heart lagged with longing. As I entered the classroom I looked at the clock even though I knew it would be an hour until I would be able to see him again. I would be positively pining by then. With a nostalgic rush of déjà vu I sighed, looked down at my shoelaces, and headed toward the back of the classroom. Nicholas The day was going by too slow. It was difficult to believe that it was only halfway over. Of course lunchtime would have the complete opposite effect, going faster rather than dragging in lulls like the last four classes had. Forty-five minutes of freedom would not feel so. Time had a horrible habit of speeding itself up when I wanted it to slow down, slowing down when I wanted it to speed up. I stabbed at my baked potato with my fork as I watched Jared and Tom wait in line for their lunch. A single girl separated them from Tony and his friend whom I was pretty sure was called Justin. I had never spoken or had any classes with him before but, like Tony, his name was often heard in the hallway. I looked away from Tony and sought to find something distracting, the beast was beginning to manifest. I knew my fervent search would be hopeless if I allowed it to take over; my will power wasn’t strong enough yet. Then my eyes fell upon the perfect distraction. Her. The girl in between Tom and Justin had swung her bleach blond head around and was laughing at what the latter had said, revealing a dazzling set of teeth that glinted in the sunlight shimmering down from the windows above. Even from this distance I could see that her eyes were a true shade of cerulean blue, her skin pale. Extremely pale, ivory even. I looked down at my hand that wasn’t holding the fork and noted that she was possibly even paler then I was, a fete I had not thought possible. I looked back up at her, mesmerized. She was entering her pin code and her mouth was forming words I couldn’t hear. The cafeteria lady she was talking to went to the ¬¬¬_____ behind her and grabbed Vitamin Water and then handed it to the girl. She walked off to one of the circular tables that were in clear view from my corner booth. “Hey, man,” I looked away from the girl and saw Jared standing over me with Tom; they slipped into the bench across on the other side. “Hey,” I rested my elbows on the table and balled up my hand into a fist, cupping it with my other hand, and positioned my chin on the top of them. Thinking. “So how’s your day been so far? This is the first year I won’t have all my classes with you.” Jared said. As he spoke, I noticed how oddly perfect his teeth were. I was used to the haphazard mess they had been when he had braces. Another thing I would have to get used to this year. “Boring. And long.” I looked away from them and back at the girl who was now sitting at a table with Tony and Justin, positively gaping at the latter. My gaze turned into a glare, a totally different monster then before growled inside of me. “ I think I might skip the rest of the day.” She tucked her long hair behind her ear and the sun shined down on her, illuminating her the way it did paper. Why was I so intrigued by her? No other girl had ever peaked by interest this thoroughly. But then again, no other girl I had met before was an Albino. Maybe I had some kind of unknown fetish for them. “You shouldn’t do that.” I knew it was Tom’s voice without having to look. “At least not this week, wait ‘til next week.” Always the voice of reason amongst the group, he’d be saying the same thing again next Monday. “ Sure thing. Only for you, Tom,” I smiled even though my eyes remained a glare. I heard Jared bring up a topic about Tony, malice implanted in every syllable. I, thankfully, wasn’t needed for this conversation. My smiled dropped back into a frown. She was trying to unscrew the top of her bottle but Justin grabbed it from her after watching her struggle for a few seconds. She smiled feebly at him as he opened it and set it in front of her. She didn’t drink from it but instead surveyed the cafeteria while Justin began talking to Tony. Her eyes wondered to the “Got Milk?” poster above our booth, then at Tony, then at Jared, and then at me. Our eyes met. The beast was let loose from its cage. My story has nothing to do with vampires or werewolves whatsoever. Woot, woot! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that those odd underscore marks represent blank spots for things i couldn't fill in, can't think of a good name for them. >_>