The first couple days were great then I got to 30 sit ups and well that isn't so fun. My abs are always sore! but it is worth it to be fit.
I hope everyone is having a great day today! See ya on Sunday!
4
June 2014
The
Stranger in the Roger's House
Rue
played alone in her room. Her sister was napping and her mom was
cleaning. In the middle of doodling a sweet picture for her dad she
heard her mom call her.
“Rue,
come get a snack! Mommy made your favorite!” that peaked Rue's
interest.
Rue
went charging towards the kitchen but was stopped before she could
even get halfway there.
“That
wasn't me Rue,” whispered Verity to her very confused child.
Verity
had been cleaning in the bathroom and heard her daughter call her
into the kitchen. She walked out of the bathroom and noticed her
daughter was in her room drawing and Verity was still being called.
That is when she heard Rue being called and stopped her before she
could go downstairs. Verity grabbed Rue and went to get Paige from
her nap. They crawled out the window and went to the neighbors to
call police. When police arrived they informed Verity her home had
been torn to pieces. They checked finger prints but the only prints
they found were the family's. Their prints were on everything and
even their footprints. The police were very irate with Verity and Rue
insisting that they did not do it. Verity never went back to that
house and she never figured out what imitated her and her daughter's
voices. Every now and then she still hears her daughter calling her
when Rue isn't even home.
5
June 2014
Nakita's
Baby
Hello
world, my name is Nakita and I am here to tell my story. I try to
sleep at night but I never really get to. You see my daughter cries
all night long. She begs for me to help her and I just don't know
how. Everyday I visit her grave. I bring her some of her favorite
toys and candies but she won't stop crying and screaming at night. No
one else hears her screams. No one can even see her, not even me. I
hear her from her room. I feel her try to grab me. Nothing stops her.
I beg her and beg her then at night she continues. Back and forth we
beg each other for things we need. It'll never end. My doctor tells
me I need to stop thinking she is there and I tell him I can't
because I hear her every night. I know he will commit me soon. I
wouldn't fight it. Maybe in a hospital she won't cry to me every
night. Then again, she may never stop until I am buried next to her.
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