tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76914851218550567432023-11-16T01:17:11.915-06:00All Things GoodA blog full of fun, fashion, crafts, reviews giveaways and more. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-87207055774231420232015-08-23T17:20:00.003-05:002015-08-23T17:20:38.140-05:00What's my name? And My New Blog Hello everyone! Yes, I know that my last post was one celebrating my one year anniversary of blogging, and then I didn't blog for another year after that, but I'm back now. As of right now, I'm switching over to another blog called <a href="http://hismerciesareanew.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Mercies Anew</a>. There were a few problems with the template of this blog regarding the words overlapping post titles and other issues. It was just simpler to switch.<br />
At that blog, I'll be blogging under the name Elizabeth. Yes, that is my actual name. I felt bad writing under a pen name, and so now, I've switched that too.<br />
It would make me really happy if you would follow my new blog, but if not, I understand. Thanks for following All Things Good, it was a good year.:)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-68544327994947366202014-06-24T15:39:00.000-05:002015-08-18T17:21:54.194-05:00BPD24- Finale! Hey everyone! I'm so glad to celebrate one year of blogging with you guys! Thank you all for helping me out with my party!<br />
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1st Place- Jessica<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-63190085983387922902014-06-23T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-23T07:00:03.247-05:00BPD23- Things That Could Have Been<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Hello. My name is Brittney and I am the author of the blog
<a href="http://britt-daughteroftheking.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Daughter of the King </a>. I have a love for my savior, a passion for writing, and I'm a
expert bookworm. I want to thank Khloe for giving me the opportunity to post on
here! I'm so honored. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Life flies by. Moments are spent and gone. And
you look back and wish you had them back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Sometimes I look at my past and look at
opportunities I missed. This year my dad's taking a missions trip to Brazil and
I really wanted to go but I was not able to earn the funds...it was a
disappointment. I think of all the wonderful things that could have
happened...We all have disappointments in life. We always miss out on some
awesome thing we were looking forward too. Maybe you look at other people and
wish that you could do what they did-have what they have. But my dear friends-We
can not change the past and we can not predict the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">"Do not ponder on things that could have been but live in
today. Live now. Live for a better future" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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about all the things you've missed out on in life. Just enjoy now. And strive
to make a better tomorrow. Too many people live their lives living in the
past that they don't see the opportunities that tomorrow might bring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and the other is tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-55471812591623467572014-06-22T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-22T07:00:01.808-05:00BPD22- Meet Elisabeth<div class="MsoNormal">
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done a guest post before, so this may turn out funny or weird so be prepared. By the end, you will know from experience that I am
random. :)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">My life is
pretty busy. It may not seem like it would be very busy, but it is. Even if I
only had to make one hat a day for two months, do my daily school and chores,
try to keep my bedroom relatively clean, help with 6 younger siblings, and try
to keep up on my blogs, it’s still really busy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">I make hats
to sell to raise money for an orphanage called the Master’s Home which is being
built in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Uyo</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Nigeria</st1:country-region></st1:place> by MCCF International
(Phew! Long sentence alert). Recently I did this project called the 8 Week
Challenge or the 8WC where I crocheted one hat a day for 56 days/8 weeks to
raise money for the orphanage. All of the profit we made went to the orphanage,
so to raise $1000, we would have to sell 100 hats. Sadly, we only made about
half that. Still, that’s pretty good when you think about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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oldest of eight kids all under the age of 16 can make life busy sometimes. Life
is pretty hectic around here; it’s kind of crazy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-49828559920210558612014-06-21T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-21T07:00:03.178-05:00BPD21- Lauren's Favorite Bible Verses<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
Hey guys!<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I was trying to decide what to
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decided that I would write about a few of my favorite Bible verses and tell you
why they are some of my favorites. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Isaiah 41:10, <span class="text"><u>so do
not fear, for I am with you,</u></span><span class="indent-1-breaks"><u> </u></span><span class="text"><u>do not be dismayed, for I am your God.</u></span><u><br />
<span class="text">I will strengthen you and help you;</span><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text">I will uphold you with my
righteous right hand.</span></u><span class="text"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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There are a few
reasons that this is one of my all-time favorite verses. I think one of the main reasons I really like
this verse is because it is my birth verse.
I really like this verse because it talks about us never fearing because
God will always be there to strengthen and uphold us. It gives me comfort and
peace knowing that God is always with me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]-->Matthew 28:19-20, “<span class="woj"><u>Therefore
go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,</u></span><u> <span class="woj"><sup>20 </sup>and
teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you
always, to the very end of the age.”<o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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I don’t know
exactly why this is one of my favorite verses, but I really love it. I really think that this verse calls us all
to be evangelists, and spread the good news of Christ with everyone. This verse also tells us that God is always
with us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This verse is one
of my favorites because it tells us how great God’s love is. I know that there are many verses that tell
us this, but I feel that this one states it <b><u>very</u></b> clearly. God shows us his love in many ways, but this
is one way that He really clearly shows us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-32819383121773494512014-06-20T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-20T07:00:09.635-05:00BPD20- Hope Eternal Enterprises Giveaway Today I have a giveaway from <a href="http://eshee.weebly.com/" rel="nofollow">Hope Eternal Enterprieses</a> which sells crocheted items.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hope Eternal Enterprises is a business that makes and sells crocheted hats; during the 8 Week Challenge (you can learn more about that by clicking <a href="http://everlastinglifeinchrist.blogspot.com/" style="color: #a6121f; text-decoration: none;">HERE</a>) all of the profit we make goes to the Master's Home, an orphanage being built in Uyo, Nigeria by <a href="http://www.mccfinternational.org/" style="color: #a6121f; text-decoration: none;" title="">MCCF International</a>.<br />We have a full inventory of hats and accessories, including Bear Hats, Candy Corn Hats, Pumpkin Hats, Stuffed Miniatures, Puppy Hats, and much more! </span></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-6218813868432358272014-06-19T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-19T07:00:09.219-05:00BPD19- Advocating Orphans<div class="MsoNormal">
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Lindsay, whichever you would like to call me is absolutely fine! =)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I am a writer and I usually
live in Papua, Indonesia (<b>NOT </b>PNG).
I blog at a bunch of different places, but the most frequent place is my blog </span><a href="http://indonesiaaroundme.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Indonesia
Around Me</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">. I have five siblings and a
dog (though my girlie is still in Papua). Another little thing about me is that
I want to help orphans. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">So this is what my post is
going to be about. Orphans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I’ve been reading a blog called
</span><a href="http://teensintercedingfororphans.com/tio-blog/"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Teens Interceding for Orphans</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">—but for short we just call it TIO—for several months and
have been inspired to help orphans. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Leah Good, author of TIO, gave
me a book called </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Silent-Tears-Journey-Chinese-Orphanage/dp/054774496X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400676226&sr=8-1&keywords=Silent+Tears"><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Silent Tears</span></i></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">. I read it and was intrigued from the very start. I learned
a lot about orphans from that book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">After I finished <i>Silent Tears, </i>Leah had a </span><a href="http://teensintercedingfororphans.com/2014/04/25/advocating-you-can-do-it-too-pt-1/"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">guest post on her blog</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">.
Actually, she had three. But all about the same thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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helped two little boys find a home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">As soon as I finished the
articles, I knew that I should do something too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">And I still plan to. I’m going
to. And I’m going to do it soon. Real soon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">But that’s not the only thing
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I’m saying that YOU can do
something as well. You can find a child that needs a home and post about that
child on your blog. You can advocate for that child.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">We may be teens, but we can do
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McKennaugh’s posts about how she helped find Viktor and Yuri a home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Thank you Khloe Grace for hosting the Blogsversary Extravaganza! =)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-3292277030505671052014-06-18T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-18T07:00:10.419-05:00BPD18- True Beauty<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hey everyone! I’m Ashley
and I have a blog over at </span><a href="http://a-girl-after-gods-heart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">A Girl After God’s Own Heart</span></a><span style="font-size: 12pt;">! I post things about God and also try to be inspiring to other
teen girls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">What defines beauty? Society
today has told girls that they need to weigh a specific number and look a
specific way to be considered beautiful. If your nose is shaped a specific way,
the only way you can be truly beautiful is if you get a nose job done. This
makes me so sad that no one even feels beautiful anymore. I even get caught up
in wishing I looked thinner, or bigger in some areas. Why do we want to change
ourselves? We were all made special in the way God made us. He didn’t want us
all to be the same height, or have the same color hair. We are all made
different and special but yet society says that all women have to look this
specific way to be beautiful. Why do we all want to look alike?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">True beauty isn’t only on
the outside it is on the inside. You can be drop dead gorgeous, but if you have
a horrible and cocky attitude, you are not going to be that attractive. I know
this sounds super cliché but it is what is on the inside that counts. Looks
will soon fade. When you get old, you will get gray hair and wrinkles, you won’t
look the same. But your attitude and personality will stay the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Whenever you feel ugly, you
need to look in the mirror and tell yourself that you are beautiful, because
God made you unique. God thinks you are gorgeous and so do I. Something that
may help is if you think of 5 things every single day that you like about
yourself and tell yourself this, it will make you feel better about yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-90982819798767277952014-06-17T10:06:00.000-05:002014-06-17T10:06:06.800-05:00BPD17: Travel and Languages<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i> Yes, very much!! </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>As for
country, I really liked Israel, but I must say that America is my favorite
country :) Language.. well, I think Italian and French are my favorite
languages right now. </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i> Italian.. yep, not English :) And I'm thankful for the pressure mom put
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i> I would
absolutely love to go to Japan, and I really want to learn Hebrew.. and I think
it would be awesome to speak French fluently :) </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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absolutely need when you travel? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>It's hard to limit it to one thing! Of course,
passport. Clothes is a necessity and also telephone numbers to people back
home.. to me that's an absolute necessity :) </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>This is easy.. PATIENCE. you
need a lot of patience when learning a language.. Do NOT expect to learn a
language within a month, it takes time :) <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><i> I really enjoy spending time with the person
I'm traveling with ( I do not like traveling alone), and one of my favorite
things is watching the people of the country.. people are very interesting, and
culture differs so drastically from one country to another. </i></span></div>
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funnest things about learning a language? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i>Well, what I'm about to say may not
be fun.. but one of the best things about learning a language is the wonderful
feeling you have when you can hold a conversation with someone in another
language!!! </i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-788708262472807712014-06-16T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-16T07:00:09.970-05:00BPD16- Lauren's Fashion Show Entry<div class="MsoNormal">
Hi guys! My name is Lauren. I am 12 years old. I live just
outside of Tulsa, OK with my mom, dad, 1 sister, 3 brothers, and 2 dogs. I am homeschooler, and I have been all my
life. I love to read, babysit, cook, help teach my little siblings, and playing
piano. Also, although it may look like it in these pictures I do not wear
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">My name is Jessica Boyer, and I blog with my two younger sisters on our site known as <a href="http://boyerfamilysingers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">boyerfamilysingers.<wbr></wbr>blogspot.com</a>. I am the first in our family to graduate from being educated at home, and I am a person who loves: relics of the past; to garden with my family; to craft when I have the time; to go on walks in the early morning; to be active in singing, blogging, and reading, especially the word of God. Although many people think I am the youngest in our family because of my height, I never let that get my goat. I am humbled to know that Christ died to save me from my sins, and pray that I may faithfully run the race that God has allotted me. That is just a snippet of the girl you see down below, and if you want to get to know me and my sisters better you can come watch our Q&A series on our site. Do stop by! You are more than welcome! </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-8246605835555968612014-06-13T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-13T07:00:06.719-05:00BPD13- Sweet Pea Totes Giveaway Today I have a giveaway for you from one of my favorite etsy shops, <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaTotes?ref=related-shop-1&ga_search_query=Sweet+Pea+Totes&ga_ship_to=US&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery" rel="nofollow">Sweet Pea Totes</a>. I recently reviewed a wristlet from there in <a href="http://keepcalmandsparkle1099.blogspot.com/2014/03/product-review-haul-part-2.html" rel="nofollow">this post</a>.<br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;">Hello Everyone! My name is Sophia. I like
to read a lot, so I naturally have a lot of books. A LOT of books. I have read
many amazing ones, and most of them I don't own. But these ones I do. So here
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;">Yeah. There is The
Swift Boys and Me, Seeing Cinderella, I,Q (Book one: Independence Hall), Close
to famous, and Drama Diaries: unscripted. Another book that I like but don't
own is A Clueless Girl's Guide to Becoming a Genius. The title kind of throws
you off, it's not like a how-to book or anything, but, ya know. These are books
I really love and I think you would enjoy as well. And of course, the Bible
would have to be a must-reader also. So, have a nice day, and see you soon.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-63897765817292829642014-06-10T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-10T07:00:06.824-05:00BPD10- Me: Needing Everything Just So Can any of you identify with this? Are you just a born perfectionist? I am. I'm the kind of person, that if they make one mistake, will start all over. I'm the kind of person that's biggest fear is not doing well at something. I have high expectations for myself, and when I don't meet them, I tear myself down. In whatever I do, I try to be excellent.<br />
I'm sure most of us start out every school year by planning out your routine and exactly how everything is going to go. But do we continue? Nah. I set expectations so high for myself sometimes, that I make little to no progress on whatever I set out to do. It frustrates me when I can't do something. It's hard for me when I don't feel like people recognize my talents. That's a big weakness for me. I want recognition. I want everyone to think "Wow! She's really good at that!"<br />
When I was younger I always planned my birthday parties to the minute. I wanted to follow the schedule because everything had to be just as I had imagined it. It wasn't even fun, because I would get so stressed out and not enjoy it. I've tried to let loose a little more and go with things.<br />
I'm a huge planner. I want to know what I'm wearing tomorrow, exactly what I'm doing, and when things are going to happen. I have to imagine how it's going to work out, and plan around it. I am not a very spontaneous person.<br />
I'm a big list maker. Nothing says orderliness like a good list!<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Broadway; line-height: 107%;">Now you can vote for your favorites on my popup poll!</span></b><br />
<b><u><span style="font-family: Broadway; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Inside
Out<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Broadway; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lauren Turner</span></span></div>
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Bang! Crash! All of a sudden
Cassidy’s world was turned upside down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Cassidy awoke a pain ripped through her
side. She could hear beeping and see
white walls everywhere. She asked a
woman where she was and the woman answered her.
“Don’t you know that you are in the hospital?” Cassidy was shocked. She wondered countless
times why she was in the hospital.
Suddenly, it all came back to her.
She was on her porch knitting when out of nowhere she felt a pain rip
through her side and she knew that she had been shot, and she fell to the
ground. Her sister that she was living
with saw her on the ground and she called 911.
The doctor at the hospital had determined that it was a gun shot.
Strangely enough, the doctor had determined that it was a 410 shell that she
had been shot with because 410’s are not usually what you would shoot people
with if you were intending to purposely hurt them. Cassidy side wasn’t the only
thing that hurt however, her head was pounding.
She felt her head and realized she had had stiches. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her sister, Morgan, came in and told her that
when she had fallen off the chair she had badly cut her head on a rock. Fortunately, the bullet hadn’t damaged any
organs, but Morgan told Cassidy that she would have to be on bed rest for 6
weeks to let the wound and stitches heal. Cassidy was heartbroken. She loved
her job as a waitress and to be on bed rest for 6 weeks was almost unbearable
for her to hear. Suddenly, she remembered one of her favorite Bible verses. But
he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made
perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my
weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cassidy decided
that she would be grateful and glad that she wasn’t hurt any worse. She knew that the 6 weeks would be hard but
she knew that God would help her get through it. She made up her mind that she would be at
peace with the whole situation. Morgan
told her that she could go home in two days, so that the doctors could run some
more tests before they released her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a police
officer that was put on the case of finding out who had shot her and why. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The police
officer’s name was John Mayfield and he was actually a friend of
Cassidy’s. Two days later, when Cassidy
got home there was a note in her mailbox that read.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC";">I’m
so sorry for any damage that was done. I
didn’t realize that there was anybody on the porch when I shot the gun. I did not intend to hurt anything and I am
extremely sorry.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC";">Greg
Mason, 910-808-4509<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Cassidy was
shocked when she saw the letter that was in the mailbox. She immediately called
John to let him know that it was an accident and that she had found the person
responsible for the accident, and she gave him the phone number that was on the
note. Deputy Mayfield called Mr. Mason
at the number that was on the note and asked him why he was shooting a 410 in
front of a house. Greg explained that he
was practicing shooting while moving and he didn’t realize that there was a
house much less someone sitting on the front porch when he was shooting. He said that he didn’t realize it had hit
someone until the ambulances started showing up. He said that he was too scared
and shy to admit that he was actually the cause, so he waited until everyone
had left and he had put a note in the mailbox. <o:p></o:p></div>
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John Mayfield came to the house
one day not long after the accident and told Cassidy that he believed that Greg
Mason was really telling the truth.
Because Morgan was working and Cassidy was on bed rest on of the ladies
at their church set up a meal schedule.
Somehow Greg Mason found the schedule and he signed up to bring a meal
the first night possible. He showed up with a delicious dinner consisting of
chicken enchiladas, chocolate chip cookies, banana nut bread, green beans, and
sweet tea. He once again sincerely apologized
for the accident. Morgan and Cassidy
gratefully thanked him and invited him to stay for dinner so they could get to
know him. He accepted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After Greg left that night
Morgan and Cassidy played a rousing game of Clue and even under the influence of
painkillers Cassidy won and they retired for the night. When Cassidy awoke the
next morning Morgan was gone but she helped herself to two slices of banana nut
bread and decided to start a new book.
Cassidy loved reading. After she
read ten chapters, she turned on the TV to see what was on. She was delighted
to find that The Price is Right was on.
Cassidy loved The Price is Right, she loved guessing the games and
seeing if she could win any. The rest of
the day she found interesting things to do until Morgan got home. Once Morgan
got home they ate dinner and played a few games. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Six weeks later, Cassidy was
very excited that she could get out of bed more and she wasn’t on complete bed
rest. The doctor said that he didn’t want her to go back to work for two or
three more weeks until her body had a complete chance to heal itself. Cassidy didn’t care since she was off bed
rest she could drive around and visit neighbors and such. Her first day off bed rest was a Saturday so
she decided to do some baking. Other
than reading and her job, baking was one of Cassidy’s favorite things to
do. She made blueberry, lemon poppy
seed, and cinnamon streusel muffins. She
also made pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.
She decided that she would take an assortment along with a thank-you
note to everyone that had brought them dinner while she was recovering. She
made a list of everyone who had brought them meals and then she put together
the assortments and attached the thank-you notes. She spent the rest of her Saturday delivering
the goodies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On Sunday, she was so excited to
go to church for the first time in many weeks.
Everyone at church was equally glad to see her. The sermon was
ironically on healing and how God works through our circumstances to heal us
both physically and spiritually. Cassidy
realized that her accident had really brought her closer to God through the
whole situation, and how she really did need the down time to ponder and
concentrate on God and what He had been speaking to her about. One of the verses that really hit hard was Jeremiah
30:27, <span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 200%;">for I will restore health to you, and I will heal you of your
wounds, said the LORD. She realized that
she had both physical and spiritual wounds, and that through her accident God
had worked on restoring both the physical wounds and the spiritual wounds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Five months after the accident Cassidy was
completely restored from her physical wounds and she could really see God
working on restoring her spiritual wounds. She learned so much about God during
those six weeks on bed rest and she now knew that without a doubt that the
accident had been orchestrated by God so that she could draw closer to him.
After the accident so many people commented on how they had seen God in her or
how they had seen God work through her.
She learned that God changes you from the inside out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Elisabeth Sullivan</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Do
it, Julia,” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Julia
heard <st1:place w:st="on">Shannon</st1:place>’s impatient mutter distantly.
She was starting to feel light-headed. This was crazy; why was she feeling this
way? As she backed away from the hole the faintness left her. Now it wasn’t
just weird, it was scary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“No
way,” she finally answered. “Nothing could induce me to go in there. What if
there are wild animals living in there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">"Oh,
don’t worry, Julia.” Reagan replied innocently. “If you get killed by a little stray
kitten, we will definitely call the police.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"><st1:place w:st="on">Shannon</st1:place> burst into
bouts of mean laughter while Julia’s eyes stung with unshed tears. They were
the closest thing to friends that she had ever had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
hesitated, searching for another excuse. “But I still have my prom dress on and
peg heels,” she said lamely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"><st1:place w:st="on">Shannon</st1:place> snorted in
cynicism. “Julia, seriously? Your dress won’t get dirty if you’re just looking
and you can take off your shoes since you’re so worried about it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Sighing,
Julia looked back at the doorway. She had run out of excuses. As she glanced
inside, she saw something like a little light on the smooth, shiny floor. She
felt an inexplicable impulse to touch the light. It was just so beautiful. Like
a star that had just fallen from the heavens. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
reached out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
hesitated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
touched it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“What
is taking you so long?” complained Reagan loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Julia’s
blue dress was still visible, but the rest of her was inside the door. When no
answer came, they became more wary of the brick doorway that held their
‘friend’ inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Julia,
what’s in there? Come out and tell us!” cried <st1:place w:st="on">Shannon</st1:place>
with a mixture of suspicion and impatience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">There
was a sound of great cracking and Julia’s screams left them both in horror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“We
killed her, Reagan. We’ve gone and killed her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Julia
heard her own terrified screams echo off the smooth, carven walls that were
swiftly passing her by. She was falling… and she didn’t think she would ever be
able to stop. The air in the seemingly infinite hole she had fallen in was
starting to get thicker and harder to breathe. She was afraid. Afraid she would
hyperventilate… afraid she would crash into the ground that she had to hit
eventually… afraid she would never be able to get back up to where she had come
from.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Afraid
she would die.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Now
it was as if the air had been sucked out of the cave-like hole; only vast space
and emptiness. Her lungs burned and her head felt like it would explode. She
wondered for one brief instant whether there were books in heaven before she
lost all consciousness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">~<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Julia
blinked her eyes weakly. There were tree branches above her, swaying faintly in
the gentle breeze. It felt like she was lying against something hard. She
craned her neck the tiniest bit to see what it was and to her unexplainable surprise,
it was the tree trunk that held the tree branches up. It seemed strange and
unnatural, but it was probably just her fancy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Slowly
sitting up, she scrutinized her surroundings more thoroughly. The sky was exceptionally
blue and the sun was at its highest point, so she figured it was around
noon-time. She was sitting in the midst of a grassy meadow with a few massive
oak or maple trees scattered around. It appeared as if she was the only one
living in this seemingly empty region.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
decided that she was too tired to stay awake; and anyway, there was no point in
staying awake anyway when there’s nothing to do and no one to talk to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
woke up to see a pair of great eyes glaring into hers, just millimeters from
her instantly terrified face. She did what any sensible, normal person would
do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She
screamed her loudest while flailing her arms and beating at the giant red face
in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">To her great
relief and embarrassment, the oversized butterfly that had been resting on her
nose flew off in a great hurry to get away from this loud and obnoxious
predator. Julia thought sheepishly to herself that the circles on his lovely
red wings didn’t look like eyes much at all and he was actually the most
beautiful butterfly she had ever seen, despite his comical size. She looked up
just to see a fuming face glaring at her and a hand slapped roughly against her
mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Are you a
complete idiot?” the girl hissed through clenched teeth. Obviously, she was not
very happy about something; Julia could only guess what.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Shaking her
head fiercely, she tried to tell the strange girl that she was not an idiot and
that she would very much like to know why she would think such a thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">"You
just screamed loud enough to wake the dead! There are enemies everywhere!” she
whispered, visibly worried and irritated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Mhmmf, mfhhm
mhmff-”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">The girl took
her hand off of Julia’s mouth hastily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Well, how
was I supposed to know that? How do I know you’re not an enemy?” Julia inquired
reasonably while wiping off her face. That girl had something sticky on her
fingers and Julia did not appreciate having honey or whatever it was plastered
all over her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">The girl
sighed regretfully and raked her slender fingers through her jet-black hair.
Her fingers were no longer sticky because she had wiped all of the residue on
Julia’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Of course, I
forgot the Prophecy.” She muttered, now looking as though she were angrier with
herself than with Julia.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Uh, what
prophecy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">She continued
as though she hadn’t heard the interruption. “They will want to know. I’ll have
to get into contact with them soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Uh, who are
‘they’?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Hmmm, when
did they say they would be at the Poilinke?” she went on anxiously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Julia had had
enough. This was ridiculous! “This conversation is feeling very one-sided!” OK,
she had the girl’s attention. “Who are you, who are the ‘they’ you were talking
about, what ‘prophecy’ were you talking about and for Pete’s sake, what the
heck was on your hands?!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Few people
know my real name, and those who do don’t call me by it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Oh, real
helpful, thought Julia sarcastically. Seriously, this girl did not have to be
so mysterious and dramatic about everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“’They’ are
the Dravindar, which is basically a group I’m in. Don’t have time to tell you
more than that right now. The Prophecy…” she hesitated, trying to find the
words. “There’s this Prophecy and the Dravindar have to fulfill it with the
help of an Earthling. I guess that sums it up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">As Julia
began to ask another question, she added, "Oh, and you probably don’t want
to know what was on my hands.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Grimacing
with mixed disgust and curiosity, Julia was at a loss for words. Then she
remembered. “Well, since you won’t tell me your real name, what should I call
you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“I am known
as Starlet. I am not known for my gentle nature. Hope that helped.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">After that,
Julia was determined to think up a clever rejoinder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“I am known
as Julia. I am not an idiot. Hope that helped.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Starlet
looked at her quizzically. “I did not ask for your name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">Julia blew
her breathe out, annoyed. “Whatever.” Then a thought returned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“Wait, what
did you mean by ‘Earthling’?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">The simple
question seemed to confuse Starlet. “I mean someone who has come from Earth.
Everybody knows that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“But…” Julia
paused. That had to mean…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">“If you’re
puzzled by the whole ‘earth’ thing-” she abruptly stopped, as though she were
listening for enemies foot treads. “You’re not on Earth anymore. You’re in
Caliganoer now, girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-26156755453300339622014-06-06T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-09T19:17:55.112-05:00BPD6- God is Number One, Friends Are Next<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 115%;">God
is Number One, Friends Are Next<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">T.W.
Wright<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Trisha,” I nudged her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Shhh,” She kept her eyes on the preacher.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I rolled my eyes and kept thinking about
what we would do that afternoon. Maybe we could play a game? Wii? Paint our
nails? Something like that?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Trisha,” I tried again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Maggie, I’m trying to listen.” She
scribbled words into her polka dotted notebook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Fine,” I mumbled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I sat through the rest of the service
thinking of things we would do—<i>if </i>she
could come over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Finally the service was over and I jumped to
my feet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Ok, Maggie, what were you dying to tell me
all throughout church?” Trisha propped one hand on her hip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I grinned, “Could you come over this
afternoon? Then we’d bring you up for tonight.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Let me ask my aunt, but you know Aunt
Rose.” Trisha patted my shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Yes,” I whispered under of my breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Trisha was back moments later with a smile
on her face, “Aunt Rose agreed immediately. But I’ll need some clothes to
borrow—would that be ok?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> My brow furrowed, “Do you think you’ll fit
into my clothes?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Trisha quirked an eyebrow at me, “Of course
I will.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Ok, great, let me ask my mom.” I squeezed
her arm before turning on my heel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I looked around the church, where was my
mom? I tiptoed and searched the people even harder. There. There she was with
the triplets at the front of the church<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I squeezed through all of the people in the
sanctuary until I was finally by her side, the triplets jumped all over me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Maggie! We learned about five thousand
people and two loaves and five fish.” Gertrude grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Trude, it was two fishes and five loaves.”
Kaitlin folded her arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “That’s great guys,” I wasn’t listening to
them, I didn’t even care.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I thought it was really cool,” Jacob
smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Whatever. I finally went around the trio and
tugged on Mom’s sleeve while she talked to Pastor Bentley. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Mom held up a silencing finger. I folded my
arms and just stared up at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> After what seemed like forever, Mom turned
to me and propped both hands on her hips, “Maggie, what do you need?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Can Trisha come over? Her aunt Rose already
said it was ok with her,” I wish I could do cartoon eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Mom patted my shoulder, “Sure,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I pumped a fist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Can I invite Katie over?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “What about Fiona?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Gertrude and Kaitlin started with their
whining all over again. Such seven year olds. Ugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I stole a glance at my brother, he just
stuffed his hands in his pants and rolled his eyes at his sisters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Weaving through the chattering crowd again,
I finally reached Trisha.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Trisha,” I was out of breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> She held up a hand while she talked to her
friend, Lily I think?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “So, like, Trisha, you totally have to read
it, it is so a to die for book,” Lily brushed her bangs out of her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Oh, yes, I’ll get it A.S.A.P.” Trisha
winked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I see you, like, have someone that totally
wants to talk to you.” Lily winked at me, “So, I’ll, like, see you tonight,
girlie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Bye, Lily.” Trisha waved. “Ok, so, Maggie,
what’d she say?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “She said you could come over.” I grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> No longer hungry, Trisha and I thumped up
the stairs to my room. Once inside, I shut the door and locked it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Trisha looked around with a smile, “You
painted the walls since the last time I was here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I looked around, my nose pinched up,
“Really? It’s been that long since you were here? I got them painted the aqua
color three or four weeks ago.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> She nodded and continued to look around my
room. Her eyes landed on the book Mom had bought me yesterday, <i>The Tutor’s Daughter</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Ohmygosh,” Trisha covered her chest with
her hand, “this is <i>The Tutor’s Daughter</i>?
No way,” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I rested my hands on my hips with a roll of
my eyes, “Would you like to borrow it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Really, would you let me?” Trisha looked up
at me, longing to touch the book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Of course,” I threw myself on the nearest
chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,
Maggie!” Trisha squealed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> She immediately picked up the book and
started reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I started telling her about all of the
latest items in my mom’s clothes store. I talked on and on about the shoes and
denim jackets, but all I got out of Trisha was a ‘mmm,’ or an ‘awesome,’. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> It was getting irritating. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I tried to draw her attention away from the
book, but I couldn’t, it was simply impossible. But I tried all afternoon
anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Such a relief came when Mom called from the
bottom of the stairs, “Girls, time to get ready to go!” Trisha would have to
put down the book now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> But, she didn’t. She walked through my house
with that book glued to her hand and nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Now, I was getting <i>really </i>irritated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Trisha, do you want me to hold the book for
you while you put on your shoes?” <i>And
burn it</i>. I added to myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “No, that’s fine, girlie, I’ve got flats
today.” Trisha tossed a smile. I tried the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> There was absolutely no way I would be able
to lure my friend away from the book I was letting her borrow. I might as well
have told her to go with Lily to her house all afternoon where they would’ve
had at least some conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Come on girls, the studies start in twenty
minutes,” Mom walked towards us trying to get her earrings on with one high
heel on and the other lopsided next to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Ok,” I pulled my boots on and trudged down
the hall after Mom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Hey baby,” Mom grinned at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Trisha’s ignored me for the entire
afternoon.” I folded my arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Hmmp, that’s not like the usual Trisha,
what’s up with her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “That book you bought me yesterday. That’s
what’s up. She’s been reading it all afternoon. She’s said like one whole
sentence the entire time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Well, you should’ve just read something
too.” Mom shrugged, “Sometimes people do that without realizing that it hurts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Thanks a lot, Mom,” I mumbled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I trudged back down the hall and into the
living room. The triplets sat perfectly on the couch, until I walked in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Maggie, do I look the best?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “No, Gertrude, I look the best!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “Girls,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> My big brother Bill was also sitting on the
couch, but paid attention only to his iPhone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I passed him, “Hey Bill,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Didn’t even reply, what a brother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I went back to the place where I had last
seen Trisha, she was still there. With that book still stuck to her nose, I
swear she was about a third of the way through already.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I sat next to her on the floor, “Hey,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> She put the book down. A miracle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Trisha held up a hand before I started
talking, “Maggie, I noticed how you were during church today.”<br />
I fidgeted, “What do you mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I mean that I could tell you weren’t paying
attention to anything the pastor was saying, or what we were singing, or that
you gave anything to the offering. Girl, I could tell you weren’t even
listening to the missionaries that were there today.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Whoa, now I felt so bad, if my best friend
could notice something like that, wouldn’t someone else be able to as well?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> “I wanted to show you what Jesus may feel
like. So I became you, and you became Jesus. Do you know what I’m getting at?”
Trisha settled her hand on my shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I felt so bad, “Oh gosh, Trisha, I’ve never
felt worse! I totally see what you’re saying. Thank you so much for explaining.
And from now on I’ll do much better.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Trisha hugged me and I hugged her even
tighter than she did me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> <i>April
21, 2014<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> Trisha
taught me what it’s like to know God, but not listen to Him or pay attention to
those doing His work. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> I’m really
sorry, God. Help me to praise you from now on. Help me to stop thinking about
things during church and think only of You.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-68581606502317427562014-06-05T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-05T07:00:13.538-05:00BPD5- A Pebble's Journey- My Journey<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">A Pebble’s Journey – My Journey<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">A short story by Natasha Lim<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> I sat along
the side of the gravel road in front of my house, waiting and thinking.
Excitement and fear fought for a place in my heart. I blinked hard, and
struggled to control my emotions. Scuffing the ground with my ankle-high boots,
I saw something sparkle. Curios, I leaned over and picked up a strangely shiny
pebble. Picking the pebble from the ground, I turned the smooth, cool stone
over in my hands. <i>This pebble has
probably been here for a long time, like me, I’ve been here… Forever. </i>I
sighed. <i>Then again, this pebble may have
been all over the world before landing here. If adventure calls it, it’ll go.</i>
I stared at the stone, wondering what to do with it. Finally, I decided to keep
the pebble and slipped it into my skirt pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Pulling my cream-colored coat tightly
around me, I bowed my head, closed my eyes and breathed in the Canadian
afternoon air. Opening my eyes, I watched the leaves scuttle and chased each
other around my feet. Crisp bronze leaves swirled in the autumn wind.
Mesmerized by the rich color of the leaves, I failed to hear the sound of a car
until it rolled into view. I sucked my breath in sharply as the car slowed to a
stop. Gingerly, I stepped in and pulled my suitcase onto my lap. I looked up
the driveway and at my small and simple house, the house that I had lived in
since I was born. It used to be cheery, bright, and noisy, but now, everyone
has embarked on their own separate journeys and left me behind. Both my parents
had passed away, and my three older brothers each live in a different part of
the globe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Slamming the door, I bit my lip.
Gently, the car rolled forward. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the
window, letting it cool my skin. I was on my way to Paris. I, Ashlynn Greye,
the most insecure, timid, and lonely person on the face of the earth, was going
to Paris on my own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">An hour later, I stood in front of
the check-in counter, worriedly fiddling with my bracelet. Smiling as she
looked at me, the lady at the counter took my passport. She had shiny white
teeth and bright red lips. I watched them the entire time she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Paris is a beautiful place.” She
said, her red lips shaping the words perfectly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I nodded dumbly, mesmerized.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Are you going with anyone?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I shook my head, wishing she would
stop talking to me and just hand my passport back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Here’s your passport and enjoy your
trip.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I turned and barely took a step when
she called to me, “Try the macaroons there, they are delicious.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Turning back, I smiled and nodded my
head awkwardly. I have only eaten a macaroon once before. Recalling the taste
of the b<span class="st1">uttery and light confectionery, I missed its
characteristic subtle hint of almond flavor as well as its crisp outer shell
and </span><em>moist</em><span class="st1"><b> </b>chewy<b> </b></span><em>innards</em><span class="st1">. </span>Slowly, I made my way to the
departure hall. Noise and voices and lights and smells encompassed me. For
years, I lived alone, only making contact with the world for a couple of hours
every day to work as a cashier at the nearby gas station. Airports and noisy
places constituted part of my distant memory. Sounds from the cafés and
check-in counters swirled around me and filled me, rising and falling like
music from an orchestra. Drowning in all these sounds, I nearly bumped into
someone. I missed the person, but tripped over his luggage. My suitcase hit the
floor, and a loud crack resonated throughout the room. Heads turned and eyes
explored my face. Flustered, I sped off, clutching my suitcase to my chest,
face burning with embarrassment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Panting, I arrived at the departure
hall. Still hugging my suitcase, I handed my passport to the immigration
officer. He had thick eyebrows, really thick eyebrows. Before I realized it, my
eyes were glued to them. He smiled, his eyebrows softening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“You’re early, there’s no need to rush.”
Looking from me to my passport, he asked, “Ashlynn Greye?” His eyebrows went
up. I nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Have you ever been to Paris?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I shook my head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“You’ve seen the Eiffel Tower, I
presume?” He raised one eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I tore my eyes away from his brows
and nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He returned my passport, and I took
one last look at his eyebrows before scurrying into the waiting room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">In the waiting room, I examined my
suitcase. Interestingly, it held together despite the crack. Laying my suitcase
on my lap, I scanned my surroundings. Unconsciously, I twisted my hands. Then I
gasped and panic gripped me. My bracelet, the one my mother gave me before she
left, had disappeared! <i>Look what you’ve
done! </i>I scolded myself, <i>If you have
not decided to come on this stupid trip, you would not have lost Mom’s
bracelet. Fool!</i> I scanned at the floor and checked the sleeves of my coat
to ensure it did not catch onto anything. While I searched, I repeatedly chided
myself. My panic grew, until I felt the pebble in my pocket. I pulled it out
and turned it over in my trembling hands, remembering the resolution I made
earlier that day. At the same time, someone announced that passengers could
begin to board the plane. People slowly flowed towards the doors that led to
the plane. As I looked gathering crowd of people, I bit my lip. Slowly, I put
one foot in front of the other and started toward the doors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Ten minutes later, I sat in the plane.
Under me, the seat felt sleek and silky. Running my hand over the black
leather, I enjoyed its velvety smoothness. As I held on to the pebble, a sense
peacefulness washed over me like a warm, soothing wave. Sleep claimed me
minutes after the takeoff. I awoke halfway through the journey, and throughout
the rest of it I observed people and dreamed about Paris. Before she died, my
mother confessed to me she had always wanted to go to Paris but never got to.
Feeling an obligation to fulfill her desire, I vowed to visit Paris. Miles up
in the air, it comforted me to think Mother would approve of this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Seven hours later, the plane jerked,
lurched, and slowed. I had landed safely in Paris. Looking out my window, I
realized it was late and raining. As I neared the doors of the plane, a cool
blast of damp air hit me in the face, tugging at strands of my chestnut brown
hair. As I stepped off the plane, my body tingled with excitement. Confidently,
I strolled through immigration and toward the taxi stand. Minutes later, I
walked into a huge hotel. Its grandeur and splendor completely stole my breath.
All the excitement and tension had completely sapped me of all my energy and
when I got to my room, I fell into bed and slept, dreaming of wonderful times I
would spend in Paris.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Days passed in a blur. For all 22
years of my life, I have never felt so alive. I ate, toured, slept with a smile
on my face. Pictures of the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Notre Dame de Paris,
and other Paris attractions filled my camera. Every one of those pictures had a
little pebble in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Finally, the last day of my holiday
arrived. I toyed with the pebble as I walked down one of Paris’s most beautiful
streets. Suddenly, it slipped and clattered to the ground. It began to roll
away. Running behind it, I heaved a sigh of relief as it stopped rolling. As I
picked the pebble up, I realized I stood in front of a café. Pastel pink, lime
green, and bold purple macaroons filled the display. My mouth watered as the
smell of freshly baked macaroons filled my nostrils; it’s delicately sweet and
fruity floral fragrance beckoning me to buy them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Welcome!” A voice broke the silence.
A young man with dark brown hair stood behind the counter. I found myself
looking at the deepest, most beautiful pair of hazel brown eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Um, hi. I want to buy some macaroons.”
I said awkwardly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Wait, aren’t you… that girl …?” He
asked squinting at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“What?” I managed before he rushed
off into the back of the shop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Is this yours?” Something dangled
from his fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“My bracelet! Where’d you find it?” I
grabbed it. As I held it in my hands, relief and joy bubbled from within me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“You trip over my luggage in
Montreal.” He explained. “Wow! I didn’t expect to see you here.” he added as he
ran a hand through his hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I realized something different about
the bracelet’s chain. Originally thick and old-fashioned, the chain had
transformed into something delicate and pretty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He saw my expression and quickly
said, “Oh yeah, I changed the chain. It snapped. I hope you like. Nothing
missing, I hope.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I counted the beads, “No, nothing.” I
replied. “Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> “So, are you buying anything?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Of course!” I smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">After spending a couple minutes
deciding, I picked out a boxful of macaroons. I handed him the money and
skipped off. As the door closed, I heard him say something but I ignored it.
You see, I gave him a tip, a special, small, smooth, round tip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13026431900734340659noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691485121855056743.post-25118911606912147892014-06-04T07:00:00.000-05:002014-06-04T07:00:09.584-05:00BPD4- The Impossible Choice<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The
Impossible Choice</span><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">By Kaira
Anne</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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An empty boat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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An empty heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can I ever find them? I stepped carefully, staring at the
boat just to my right floating aimlessly in the murky water. Was this the boat
my parents had taken so long ago? When they entered this forest never to
return? What terrible thing could make people vanish, leaving no trace of the
King and Queen of Aridna? Questions raced through my mind, a kilometer a
second, but the quiet serene forest whispered. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Nothing to fear. Nothing to fear. Take in the beauty.
Nothing to fear."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Help!" A panicked scream rang though the
quietness, making the forest atmosphere seem cold and foreboding. I ran through
the forest, not stopping to make sure I moved noiselessly. No one was in sight.
I searched the ground frantically, looking for any signs that might give me a
clue, but the forest whispered it had all been a dream.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear. Take in the beauty. Nothing to fear.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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A hand reached for me, grabbing my arms, roughly pinning me
down. I screamed, but two men came into view, their rugged faces all too
familiar. So this is what happened to everyone in the forest. The voice had
been a trap.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He drew a knife,
holding it to my back, I staggered forwards as the other man pushed me. “You know
what we want with you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stared up at him
defiantly, refusing to back down. “You've taken my parents, you've ravaged the
kingdom. What more can you take that I care about?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Maybe your parents aren't dead.” he said, and I started.
“Maybe they're right over there,” my eyes followed his pointing finger.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom? Dad?” I struggled against the
men holding me down, trying to run to them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Even!” Mom called, but it wasn't
joyous. It was a warning. I screamed as I saw the chains binding her and Dad,
and the knife a man I hadn't noticed before held at their throats. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Get us into the castle, Princess,
and your parents will live.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn't let these people into
the castle. I couldn't betray my country. I glanced over at my parents. My mom
wept, and my father shook his head. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn't finally find my
parents—only to have them killed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Logically, it should be easy. Don't
give him what he wants. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But it wasn't that easy. It never
was that easy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I can't choose, I can't betray
either one, I turned towards him, agonized, “Free my parents, and I will show
you into the castle.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“You can't do that,” cried my
father.<br />
My captor laughed, “We can't let them go free until the kingdom is firmly under
my control.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“How can I trust you?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Think about it logically. Letting
the royal family go will make us look good. Other than that, you'll need to
trust us.” he turned towards one of the other men. “Tie her up, we'll go
tomorrow <o:p></o:p></div>
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I nod—hoping desperately that he'll
live long enough to see my plan; but it
would be too dangerous to say it now. Maybe, just maybe, I could save both.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had to warn the castle, but my
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I stood on the hill overlooking the
castle. I still hadn't managed to get word to the castle, and now it was nearly
too late. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The weight of a kingdom still
rested on my choice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And I still didn't know what to do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn't settle for saving my
parents, and not for simply the kingdom. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My captors lead me towards the
castle, stopping in the small town in which it is situated.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Where is this secret entrance you
speak of. We need to hurry.” said the leader.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What's the hurry,” I asked, “The
castle isn't going anywhere.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn't put it off much longer,
but I try for more time. “I know roughly, but it will take me a few minutes to
find it. We should wait until the cover of nightfall.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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They know I'm stalling, but don't
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I walked around the castle for half
an hour, and my captors started to get impatient.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I beckoned them over, I'd need to
take the risk of letting them in the castle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You find it?” asked one of my
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I nodded, “Come on,” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I led them through winding tunnels
through the dungeons, walking into one of the cells. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They hesitated, but followed me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I groped along the wall, pretending
to look for a secret door into the main castle, “Just a minute, I think it's in
the next cell over.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The next cell was occupied, so I
motioned them into the third cell. All but one went into the cell, the last one
watching me, as if guessing what I was up to. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had no choice but to enter the
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“Look along the back wall—there
won't be much of a clue as to where the door is, just a crack.” All the men
were examining the wall for a non-existent secret door. I ran out of the cell
and slammed the door, locking it with the key hidden just beneath the floor
tile, as all the castle keys were. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Stop!” the leader screamed at me,
pulling on the bars, but I just kept running.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I ran as quickly as possible back
to the forest, where my parents were. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Mom, Dad,” I whispered, “I trapped
them, I came back to get you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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My father whispered back, “Run!” I
stayed put—then I saw the man standing guard besides him, turning around at the
sound of my voice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Go, please.” my mother said. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I ran into the forest, and crouched
behind a large outcrop of rocks. I heard the sounds of searchers scuffling in
the bushes near me, but I stayed silent. I'd learned that much in my years of
searching for my parents.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eventually they seemed to give
up—evidently thinking I hadn't been there after all. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I crawled back to the clearing, to
the large oak my parents had been tied to. I froze—someone was with them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“...now that we've got the castle
and the princess,” I overheard the end of a deep, husky man's sentence. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I crept to where I could see
better. My father, despite his chains, struggled to shield my mother. I knew
that man. I'd run into him once before, and I could never forget. He cared for
no one. No one but his family. They'd been starving, so I'd been told, and he
began his hunt for power and wealth to feed them. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We were both on different sides,
but fighting for the same thing. For our family.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He drew back his sword, and I
realized to late what he was doing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My mother screamed, but only for a
moment. He wiped the bloody sword on the grass and walked away, leaving only
two blood stained bodies next to the tree. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I collapsed into quiet sobs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I'd wanted had come to
nothing. After all these years of searching, I'd found them, only to lose them
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I stood, choking down sobs; I'd
still be hunted, I needed to get back to the castle. <o:p></o:p></div>
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For those of you who may not know, I'm a total nerd.<br />
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<li style="text-align: left;"> I love using big words and correct English.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love rereading books. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love to write. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love TIME magazine.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love stats and facts.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I like to blurt out stats and facts at random times.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I read the newspaper.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Politics interest me.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I wish I would have been born in another time period. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I am reading War and Peace. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">My favorite book series was written in the 1940's about the early 1900's. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I am obsessed with the Hunger Games. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I write Fan Fiction. </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love quotes.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love most all Marvel movies.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I proudly own and often wear a Captain America shirt.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I often wish fictional characters were real.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I love analyzing anything.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">My best subjects involve reading and writing.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I am a super fast reader.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">On my lunch breaks at work, I always bring a book.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I did my library's summer reading program until I was 12.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I loved playing a game called "Age of Empires" a computer game...</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I own over 100 books.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">I'm super obsessed with the amazing race.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">My brother and I plan to go on the Amazing Race and win!</li>
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I love being a nerd. There are a lot of things that I could probably include here, but I'll keep the list short and sweet. I want to share a little of my nerdiness with you!</div>
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Today I would like to share with you a tutorial for a fun and simple hairdo
that I've recently started doing. Thanks to Khloe Grace for giving me the
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">1. Gather your supplies. You will need several bobby pins, a ponytail holder, hairspray, and maybe a fun accessory. You will also want to use a spray bottle with water. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">2. Spritz your hair with water if it hasn't been freshly washed. My hair definitely stays better when it's wet! :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: start;">3. </span><span style="background: white; text-align: start;">Comb your hair up into a high ponytail on your crown. It may take a few tries to get it just where you want it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">4. Secure the ponytail. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">5. Now, begin to wind your hair into a bun, beginning in the center. You will want to help your hair make a pleasant shape by making sure each time you go around your ponytail is being wound outside of and not on top of the rest of the bun.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">6. Continue to wind until you run out of hair, then tuck the ends under the bun.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">7.Pin all the way around the bun. Pull out any pieces that need more volume, and tuck and pin any parts that stick out too much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">8. Pin any flyaways, and pull out any curls you want to keep, then spray the hairdo all over. Pat loose pieces of hair into place while the spray is still wet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">9. Add something fun like a flower to your hair - this is entirely optional, of course, but it helps to hide any little mistakes. :)</span></div>
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