Learn

Learn how to love those who do evil.
Learn how to love those who do right.
Learn how to keep on loving, even when
your confused by the sight.

Learn that your love helps others.
Even if people dont understand,
That others have feelings like we do,
and we all live on the same land.

"It is better to be hated for when you don't pretend, than to be loved when you do."-Anonymous

"All you need is love."-The Beatles

"Let it be."-The Beatles

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."-Moulin Rouge

Anna

CHAPTER FOUR



When we arrived at our destination Conner took the blindfold off that was first placed on me. And when I looked at what was in front of me I was speachless. It was the Edinburgh Castle.
"Oh my gosh. This is so beautiful. I can't believe that all the years that I have visited Scotland, I have never been here. It's amaizing."
Suddenly a dog started running towards us. It was such a cute little dog. But then Conner put his arms around my waist. "Don't move." He whispered into my ear. "This is a scotish dog that will chew on any vital parts if you move, and talk."
"What?" I said unconvinced.
"Shh. Just let him sniff around, and then he'll walk away."
"What's the 'evil' scotish dog called?"
"The devil."
I looked down at the dog, and noticed a caller on it. And then I saw the name of it, and it said DEVIL in big bold letters.
"Oh, I'm really scared now. Do you think I could turn around, so we were faceing each other withouth freaking him out?" I said, smiling a little.
"Oh, yeah. But remember, we have to do it slowly."
"Okay." I turned around slowly, until I was facing him and then just looked up at him for a little bit. And then I kissed him. He held me tight as we were kissing. Making it long and sweet.
"You know," I said. "We just stoll a part from P.S. I love you." He kissed me again. "That was the best first kiss I have ever had."
"That was the second. This is the third." I smiled as he kissed me again, putting his hand around my neck, and holding me there.
When we broke apart I wraped my arms around him, and layed my head against his chest. And with a satisfied sigh, he kissed the top of my head, and put his arms around me again. With happiness I closed my eyes and just let it all sink in.

Anna

CHAPTER THREE



"I'll be back in a little while dad." I said walking out of my hotel room and down the hall to the elevator.
When I pushed the down button waiting for it to be my turn I started to get impatient. I hate it when elevators take forever. Well actually not when elevators take forever, when people take forever.
When it finally came to my floor, and the sliding doors opened, and I looked up, there was still one more person in the elevator. And that was Conner. And he didn't look happy to see me.
As I awkwardly walked in he said without looking, "Up, or down?"
"Down." I replied.
"So, if it isn't Anna MacAlister," he said, now turning to me. "Where were yeh last night."
"Yeah, about that. If it seems like I stood you up but I didn't. You see my mom got sick, and me and my dad were taking care of her. I am so, so sorry though. I didn't expect that to happen."
"Yer mams sick yeh say? Yeah, with what?" He sounded angrier now.
"I don't know. No one will tell me, and that's what scares me the most." I almost felt like crying, but held it down. I can't cry in front of him.
But I guess he saw my near sob, and came over to me, and wraped his arms around me. "Shhh," He was saying. "It's okay. I'm the one who should appoligise. I understand that yeh just want to take care of yer mam." Now I really let it out, and just started crying. Getting all of my tears on his shirt. His arms tightend around me. And then I put my arms tightly around him. And I just held on.
Pretty soon it came to the main lobby and the doors opened and I wiped my tears away. When I looked at Conners shirt though, I knew that thoughs tears couldn't be easly wiped away. There was a puddle of my tears on his shirt.
I laughed a little. "Your shirt is all wet now from me."
"Ah, that's alright. It'll dry."
I smiled up at him and he smiled back.
"So, should we try last night again?" Conner said.
"Yes, I think we should."
"So The Halfway House?"
"The Halfway House."

"How can yeh possibly think that Matthew Goode looks like me?"
"Oh, come on. How can you not see it? You look just like him. And he is hot, so that should be a compliment to you." I said smiling feeling my face burning up.
"Okay, so then you look like, what's her name? Ah, Amy Adams?"
"Well I'm fine with that. Then we could be like the couple in Leap Year."
"Really?" He said, reaching over the table grabbing my hand. Then, out of nowhere, water was spilled all over me. I took in a breath because the water was so cold.
"Oh, I am so sorry Missus." A tall man said, pulling out a cloth from his apron. "I did not see you there."
"I'm going to go get some towels." Conner said walking away.
"So," The guy said. "Want to be a good lass, and leave this creap and come with me?"
"He's being the creap? I think I see it the other way around."
"Come. Me house is just around the corner."
"Sorry, but I'm with him."
"Well you don't have to be yeh know." He streched his hand out, and put it on mine.
"Okay, I think that you should just leave, because your freaking me out, just a little bit." I said pulling my hand away.
But then he grabbed it back and pulled me, so that my chest was touching the top of the table.
"Um, Conner. How long does it take to get towels?"
"Come on and give me a little kiss."
"How about she gives yeh a little bit of this." Conner said, finnally appearing, shoving the guy away. And pulling my hand out of his.
"Don't you shove me."
"Oh yeah, well what can I do then? Can I do this?" He said, punching him right in the face. The guy fell backwards unconsious.
"Come on let's go." Conner said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of there.
When we were out side conner looked at me appoligetically. "Sorry about that." He said. "I guess I ruined that plan."
"No, no. It wasn't your fault. The guy was being a total jerk. You were just defending me."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well should we do something else, so that our date is not a complete bust?"
"Yeah. I know a great place."
I smiled up at him. "What is it?"
"The greatness is even better if you don't know what it is."
"Oh, so it's a surprise?"
He just smiled. "Follow me." He grabbed my hand again, and took me up a hill, and we were out of sight.

Anna

CHAPTER TWO


After the doctor checked on mom, he said that she just had some minor illness. But then if it was only minor than why was it that dad looked so worn down?
"Dad?"
He just sat in a chair for a moment with his hands over his face. Then he looked up at me and said, "yes?"
"Is mom okay?"
"Yes, of corse she is."
"You sure?"
"Of corse I'm sure. Now come and sit on yer paps lap." He said pulling me closer to him. I sighed and sat on him, and wraped my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder.
"Dad, what really is wrong with mom? I mean, this doesn't seem like some minor illness."
"All in due time sweet heart. All in due time."
What was that supposed to mean? That all in due time he'll tell me, or all in due time mom will... I don't want to say or think it. Never mind. So instead I sighed.

I sat in my dad's arms untill I fell asleap. And then I woke up to the sound of his voice.
"Anna, It's time to go to bed."
"Really? What time is it?"
"It's two in the morning."
"Why am I so tired then? Back in the states it's only eight p.m."
"Just go to sleep darlin. It's been a long day."
"Okay daddy. I love you. Kisses."
"Love you baby." He said as I walked away into my room.
When I got into my pajamas and into my bed I realized something. I missed my date with conner.

A poem

I sit at my computer and write. Even though it seems I have nothing to write about. I think about writing something good, and yet this is what I come up with.
Upstairs, in the kitchen, the blender goes on, it then goes off.
The Tv downstairs is on. Not turning off.
My bedroom door is open, the book that I am reading sitting on my bed.
And me, sitting at the computer, typing all of this up.
I sigh and put my hand against my cheek wondering what else there is.
I stop typing, becuase I'm done.

Sometimes you will have to endure trials, and turn directions that you don't want to go, to be the person that you want to be.
Made that up myself.

How I got home

One hour, forty minutes, and forty miles, and steam was pushing the air bank back, but slower and not a powerful now. The train was coming to a slow stop.
"Everyone, we have reached the end of the ride," announces the driver. "Please get off the train in a single file line, one by one."
As I jump out and onto the platform of the train station I realized that this was not right. There weren't any stores! I stood there looking around at this unfamiliar place when someone called to me.
"Miss," The voice said. "Miss," I turned around to see the driver of the train holding bags out to me. "Miss," he repeated, "are you..." He paused looking down at the name on the bag. "Miss Annie Baker?" The man said with a strong southern accent.
"Yes."
"Here's yer bag's Miss Baker."
"Oh, yes, thank you." I said quickly taking the weight off of him.
"Any time. Oh and by the way," he added. "What is a perty lady like yerself doin in a place like this? I ain't hardly ever seen any women come to a small town like this. Except for one time several years back a woman, just like yerself, came to this place by herself as if it were callen to 'er. Gotta say that I havn't seen her since then. But I bet yer okay. But it is curious, very curious, that a woman, just like the last, has come to this same place. I actually think that today would be exactly five years since that lady was on this exact train. Yes curious, very curious."
"Umm," I said awkwardly trying to ignore all the crazy things he just said. "Well, could you tell me where I am exactly then? I'm supposed to be at my mother's house by now. Her birthdays coming up in a few days and I don't want to miss it."
"And you know wha' is another curious thin'? Her name was Anne Baxburge I believe. A and B. Both of you! How interestin'. Yes very interestin."
"Yes I understand that you think that all this is very odd, but could you possibly just tell me where we are? Because then there is no way that I'll be able to get home, or to my mothers. So please, can you tell me?"
"Aw shoot! you don' wan' me ta give it away to you. Don't ya want it to be a surprise? That would be fun, wouldn't it?" He said, getting back onto the train.
"Wait, wait! I need to get back onto the train! I need to get home!" He waved at me as the train started pushing along again. I really didn't know what to do now. Even at a distance I could see him waving and mouthing the words 'good luck.'
I stood there, slowly wandering around, thinking of a solution. Nothing.
"That man sure is crazy."
I jumped a little and looked around for the creator of the voice. I could not find it.
"He likes to say lot's of different things. Strange things you could say." I looked around again for the person that was making the southern accent, but did not succeed.
"Ya might wanna try looking in a place where you'd least expect." Said the mysterious man.
"That man... he speaks of strange things. Such as the story he just told you. The incomprehensile talk."
"Whoever you are," I shouted. "Would you please do me a favor and leave me alone. I've got to find the path to my mothers."
"And that incomprehensible talk has a correlation with something else. I think it had to do with a woman. A woman about your age. What are you, about eighteen, nineteen? That was her age. What was her name? Well I think that it started with A and B." I looked up. He chuckled. "He, he, yup same as that man said. Yes, the incomprehensible talk is true."
I stood there thinking. And then I suddenly felt a hit to my body, and then awoke to being on the floor in my warm room, at home. It was just a dream. I'm home.

My name is Malarie Dawn Orrock. You have probably read the two storys that I posted on here, or you probably havn't. I don't know if they're any good or not. In my perspective they are, but that's only because they came out of my head. Anyways, I started my blog so that other people can read what I need to say. I want to be a writer. It's kind of my dream to do that. And even though I'm only 15 and I'm not an expert, I hope that that dream doesn't change. So here is your chance to read my thoughts that are unleashed to your advantage.

Anna

CHAPTER ONE

I'm running, not knowing how fast I'm going. I look behind me, he's still chasing me. Still haunting my dream's. A wild beast he is. On all fours. He is black with red eyes. He terriffy's me. But he will never get me, because I am faster than he. I continue running, and then stop. There is a cliff. I take my chances and jump. I notice there is water beneath me. Before I hit it I look up. He is starring down at me. I then hit the water and wetness engulf's me. I feel like a clock. Tick ticking, going back and forth in the water, until I reach the top. I swim to shore feeling somewhat confused. I wake up.

"Anna, time to wake up, We're going to aunt Amy's soon."
"Mom, why do we have to leave the country to visit an aunt?"
"I thought you loved scotland."
"I do. It just get's tireing after a while of leaving once a month."
"Well if you want to be a traveler then your going to have to get used to it."
You see, this is my mom. A scotish woman. She has the thick red hair, fair skin, and still has her strong accent. Even though she moved here to America twenty years ago, she can't seem to get rid of that accent. But I guess I kind of like it.
My dad is scotish too. Born and raised there. Him and mom met when they were young, and then moved here after they got married. Dad has bright red hair as well. But unlike my mom, who has nice pretty fair skin with very few freckles, dad has very many freckles. And you know where that puts me? Put's me with bright red hair and fair skin. At least I don't have a lot of freckles. But somehow I didn't end up with brown or green eyes. I ended up with bright blue eyes. That's the only part of me that doesn't look like my parents. All the rest, the fair skin, the red hair, the thin figure, is all my mom and dad. But I love the way I look. I don't want to sound like I'm into myself, because I'm not. But I don't want to put myself down either. I think that I'm beautiful, and I love myself for that.
When we get into the car and start driving to the air port I look outside my window, and just start thinking. I love to do that. You can discover any story when you look outside the box.
We arrive at the air port, get out of the car and walk inside. When we bored the plain and get into our seats, I notice that right across the isle from me there is a really cute boy. He is lying his head against his seat and has his eyes closed. He looks about my age. Lucky day.
There is an empty seat next to him, and I wonder if he is going by himself. Then I see a tall thin blond woman comming towards him. He opens his eyes.
"Hi," The woman says to him getting into the seat next to his.
"Hello." He replies smiling a georgous smile and shaking her hand.
"So where you headed?" The woman says.
"Scotland. You?" Oh, and he has an accent like my parents too. And he's going to scottland. This is a win win so far. Okay, now I'm feeling a little bit like a creaper. I should stop looking and listening.
"England."
"That's fun. For how long?"
What? He's asking how long? What, does he want to hook up with her? Okay, I shouldn't be jelous. I havn't even introduced myself. I dont' even know him.
"Six months. What about you?"
"A month." A month? That's the same amount of time that I'm staying there for. Yes! Okay, I'm happy again.
"What part of scotland are you staying at?" Okay, did she really just ask that?
"Edinburgh. You?" Holy crap, it's the exact same place.
"London."
By now we have started to leave the ground. Which kind of scares me, for how afraid I am of heights. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I go on plains, I still hate heights. I grab onto the arm rests and close my eyes.
"Mom."
"Yes dear."
"How long is this flight supposed to last again?"
"Anna dear, we've been to scottland many times, going on a flight many times. Yeh don't need teh fear. Yer eighteen."
"Yes, I am very aware of how old I am, but how long is it going to last?"
"About two, three, four hours."
I turn my head to the right and see that it's the extreemly hot guy.
"Okay, so I'll need to handle two, three, four, or however many hours it is."
"Don't worry, if yeh do something to pass the time yeh can get yer mind off of the heights. I do it all the time."
"Oh, yeah? Well what should I do then?"
"Well you can draw, write, read, or you can always talk to me."
I smile, and he smiles too. I look at the blond, and she is now looking out the window completely ignoring us.
"So first off," He says. "What's yer name?"
"Anna. Anna MacAlister."
"Weel, yer deffnitly scotish." He said smiling. "Me name is Conner MacKiernan. So yeh going to scotland. Well that's where I'm going too."
"No way." I said, slightly sarcastic, 'cause I had heard every word.
"Yes. Me family lives is Edinburgh."
"Well what do you know, mine does too. I wonder if we're cousin's." I said jokingly, really hoping that we weren't.
"Nah, we can't be, because then I couldn't ask you on a date."
I frose. A date? But we just met. No he couldn't be talking to me. Could he?
"Well where would you be taking me?" What? did that just come out of my mouth? And in front of him? And my parents?
He laughs a little. "Well there's this little pub in Edinburgh. It's called th-"
"The Halfway House."
"Well you sure know yer places."
I laugh a little.
"I like your laugh. So I'll meet you there tonight at seven, eight."
"Let's do seven."
"Good, seven then."
After talking for a while I noticed that the plane started to go back to the ground.
"Edinburgh, Scotland." The speaker on the intercome said. "Edinburgh, Scotland."
"Well I guess that's us." Conner said.
"Yep." I said now getting up. I didn't realize this before, but my parents were quiet the entire time. That's odd.
"Mom, Dad, you ready?"
Dad's eyes sprung open. Oh, it's time to go? Abbie," He said shaking mom awake. "Abbie, it's time to go."
Mom slowly opened her eyes. When she did I was surprised to see how tired she was. "K mom, it's time to get up now."
When we got off the plane, mom inbetween dad and I, she stumbled. We caught her quckly, dad picking her up and carrying her in His arms.


By the time we got all of our things into the hotel we were staying at, dad layed mom down on their bed.
"What's wrong with mom?"
He didn't respond.
"Dad?"
"Call the doctor please." He replied.
I did.

Black Sky

Here I am standing in the midst of everything, a thin string holding me up. An itching taste arises in my mouth, sending a small reaction up through my spine. And right here I will tell my story.
It all started in the year 1995, the year of my birth, and now extended into 2010. I don't exactly know what happened, but now I am in the year 1770. But in 2010, the states are collapsing into the government of debt. The seas pile over with an endless rage of oil running through my body. The world is coming fast paced though the shinging gold of America. And yet... when all this is going on, we are all like the boiling frog, cooked through, and through. This is the beginning of the end. And here is where it all starts.

"Nicole," I shrugged. "Where are you taking me?"
"Just wait Millie." She said smiling, stopping at the high school football field.
"Ah, so why are we here?"
"You know why, you weirdo." She said pointing out to one of the football players.
"Oh, I see. Devin Chandler."
Right now there's me, Millie Burge, and my crazy boy obsessed best friend Nicole Freeman, who probably doesn't realize that I'm here right now because of Devin. You see, Nicole is like a rollercoaster of fun, and I'm a book filled with words.
She looked at him running around throwing the ball back and forth. She stood up and yelled, "Devin! Devin! Hey it's me Nicole!"
"Ugh, get down you crazy girl." I said annoyed.
"Hey, what are you doing?" She said as if nothing was wrong. I rolled my eyes ignoring her.
"Nicole, let's go now! We've spent enough time already just watching a boy run around a field. Now let's go back to the books."
"No!" She yelled, slipping her arm away from me.
"Nicole!" She ignored me.
"Hey Devin!" She shouted another time. She finally got his attention. He looked up and saw us. He smiled. As if to impress Nicole, he threw the football farther, and higher.
"He is so cute when he smiles." She said, a smile spreading across her face.
"Like all gullible fish," I said. "When they see you, you reel them in."
"Whatever." She said. Devin threw the ball one more time, it flew across the field turning and turning across an endless flight. She watched him, I watched the ball. The rush of it flew, as a timeless sequence went across the sky, getting hotter, and hotter. There was a flash... and we were gone. It was like I was slipping into thin air, nothing pulling me.
"Nicole? Nicole? Where are you?" I yelled in a shrill voice. "Nicole, I'm scared."
"Millie, where are you? I can't see anything."
"I dont' know where we are. It's like everything dissappeared."
"Nicole?" A voice said low and strong.
"Who was that?" I said.
"It's me, Devin. Well does anyone know what to do?"
"Talk about manly." I mumbled to myself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Well think of something." He said shrilly.
"Okay, okay." I said. "How about we close our eyes and see if this will go away when we open them."
"Okay." They both replied.
"One, two, three, open!" I shouted, but still nothing appeared.
"Again!" Nicole shouted.
"One, two, three, open." Still nothing.
"One more time!" Devin yelled. I was so scared I whispered the words. "One, two, three..." And we vanished. Voices rang, people yelled, and I couldn't tell where I was now. I felt a strong weight topple over me. I opened my eyes slowly. A man with a sweaty face and red beady eyes looked down at me, growling, pulling me closer to his face. Then his gip fell, and his head landed by mine. I screamed. Then I saw people wearing long red coats, standing near a tall building, shooting four to five people. I looked at the area I was in. There were long houses and a tall building, where the scene was taking place. I think I had seen a picture of this in history one time. I put it all together. And either this was a reenactment of a war, or I went back in time to the year 1770, and this is the Boston Massacre.
I looked down at the ground. It was crumbling under me. I tried running away, and yet the earth took me down. I fell down. It was almost like it would never end. Then it stopped... I felt ground under me. Hard sturdy ground. I looked up and there was the bright blue sky that was almost like heaven.
"Millie?" A voice said. "Millie, are you alright?" I soon saw that Devin and Nicole were standing over me with wondering eyes.
"What happened?" I asked, holding my head.
"You fell off of the stands." Nicole said.
"Huh, so it was all a dream."
"Well I wouldn't be so sure of that."
"What?"
"Look." Said Devin, pointing across the football field.
There was something that appeared to be a black hole. Well more then that. A dark face that was laughing at us, as it streatched across the football field, getting closer to us.
"We have to leave." Devin said. "It's getting bigger. It's going to swallow us whole."
"First things first." I said. "What is it?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I guess when I through that last ball it did something to cause this, and I'm guessing hit an alternate demention." Nicole and I just stared, surprised at him sounding so smart. "What?" He said. "I can have smarts. Don't look so surprised. Well anyways, I don't know how we got back, but we better make sure that we don't get back in again. Because who knows if we'll get out a second time."
"Okay, I'm up." I said, ignoring the sudden headache. I stopped though, for the immediate dizziness.
"Are you okay?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"Well you better be fine, because this thing is heading towards us pretty fast." Devin said.
"Yes, I realize that. Now run!"
We started running, the thing like a wind trying to topple us over. My hair blowing everywhere, but the trees weren't srirring.
We ran faster. Then suddenly the earth ended and was cliff like. We screeched to a halt like a car.
Devin turned to us and yelled, "Do you trust me?"
"What?" We yelled back.
"Do you trust me?"
I replied, "Yes."
"Then jump!"
"What? Are you crazy?" Nicole yelled.
"Yes, so jump!" We jumped. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It was the most exilerating feeling ever. It also seemed that the fall would go on forever. We went down miles, but nothing changed. It felt like we were falling into blackness, but I could still see the sky and the trees, and the water right beneath us.
We looked down, and then got ready to hold our breaths as gravity pushed us down into the depths of the lake.
Once we were underneath I could feel my heart pounding (for the sudden force of it was extreme to my body) and it felt like my lounges collapsed. I tried swimming to the surface but it seemed like the water would never end and that I would be stuck there. My arms were getting tired trying to cut through to the top. Just as I was about to give up, and hand grabbed me by the wrist and I was lifted up. As the air hit me I felt cold and still couldn't breathe. Then a mouth was on mine, and I could feel air being pushed into my lungs, then hands were pushing at my ribs and I could feel water coming up. I coughed it out, my throte burning from the salt of the water.
When I opened my eyes Devin was over me looking down at me, Nicole standing right next to him. Now that I looked at his eyes though, and his wet ruffled hair, I could see why Nicole liked him so much.
"You okay?" He whispered.
"Yeah, I think so. Thanks."
"Oh, I am so happy that you're okay!" Nicole said, breaking the contact between me and Devin. "I was so worried about you! I thought that we wouldn't be able to make it! I'm glad we're not dead!"
"Yeah," I replied. "I'm glad that we're not dead, either." I said a little jokingly. I then directed my attention to the sky. It was getting dark, the black thing stretching across the expanse of the earth. "Okay," I said getting up walking away from the beach. "Time to go." Devin and Nicole looked up and then I heard Nicole take in a sharp breath, and then start to follow.
As our walk turned into a jog, and our jog into a run on the road next to the beach, I noticed that no one was there. When we approched the city no one was there either. I walked up to a house and knocked on the door. No one replied. I knocked again and then the door creaked open a little. I started to push it open even more. Then Devin's hand stopped me.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm checking if anyone is here."
"You know that's breaking and entering."
"No it's not when the door is open. It's just entering."
"Still it's not right."
"Well have you noticed that nothing's been right for this whole day? And that no one is here? Huh? No one in the city. Don't worry, I'll be in and out in a minute. Not going to take anything, just checking."
"Okay, but be quick." He replied.
"Okay. I'll be back." I said in the terminator voice.
I quietly entered the house, walked a few feet. No one was there, as I could see yet anyways. As I went further in towards the living room I could see that pictures that were hung up were now turned askew. There were papers thrown all over the floor and furniture. There was a piano by the kitchen turned on it's side. The kitchen windows were broken, a faint light breaking through them. It looked like a tornado tore through this place. I slowly walked towards a room. I noticed as I got closer to the door, that the doors hinges had broken, and it was standing on a corner leaning against the doorframe. As I looked through the wide crack that was there I saw that the bed, with the sheets and blanket on top, were messed up. Again there was no one in this room either. Just desolet and empty.
As I was turning back a hand came on top of my shoulder. I jumped at the shock of it and turned the rest of the way, and saw a woman standing right in front of me with crazy eyes, her hair a big mess sticking up at odd ends.
"I'm sorry," I said slowly and awkwardly going through the living room towards the door. But for some reason I just kept on talking. "I was just wondering though, where you came from. Because the real reason that I came here was to check if any other person was here in this city, but I guess there is. So I should be going now." I said pointing my thumb at the door, and started to turn around again.
Right before I was all the way out the door, and saw Devin and Nicole still there waiting for me, I barely heard the woman from the house say something. I turned back around. "Sorry, what was that?"
"The bathroom, I was in the bathroom. That's where you're supposed to go when there is a tornado."
"Oh, okay." I replied. So my little simile in my head was right. A tornado had torn though this place. But how is it that Devin, Nicole, and I didn't feel it? All we saw was the black thing, and we only felt a little bit of wind. Wait.
"K, that's enough standing around." Nicole said. "We better start moving." She said now moving up the street. She now all of the sudden seemed more mature. I guess that life and death situations need to happen for that side of her to come out.
Devin and I started to follow behind her. Devin getting closer to my body as we were walking up the street. I now thought that this was the perfect opportunity to tell him what the lady told me.
"Devin," I said, turning to him. "I have to tell you something that the woman told me as I was walking out."
"What?" Devin replied turning his face towards me now too. I could now see all of the amaizing features of him up close, but dry now.
"Well-" I said, but was cut off by the sudden whirring sound of the (what I like to think of as the dark face) thing. We turned around, and there it was. staring us right in the face, laughing at our stupidity of walking and not runnig. But before I was even able to think all of that, we were all sucked in like a vacuum. But befor it even pulled us in Devin grabbed my hand and held on tight. We were then taken off, the thing carrying us like we were weightless. As we waited in the darkness again, Devin grabbed my other hand. And just to make sure I called out Nicole's name. She replied.
"Yes?"
"Okay, good. I was worried for a second." I said. "Now Nicole take my hand." I said taking one hand out of Devin's.
"Where is it? I can't find you hand."
"Don't worry, I'm holding it out to you right now. Devin try to find her hand too."
"Millie, Millie. I can't find your hand anywhere."
"Nicole, don't worry," I said trying to comfort her. "Nicole I'm right here. You have nothing to worry about."
"Millie, yes I do." And that's when light appeared again.