College

Well, my parents went out to a concert last night (yea, my parents are kinda cool) so i was the babysitter. I really hate answering the phone because it's usually not for me.

But this one time i was home while both my sisters were, umm somewhere, (yea I'm a sucky babysitter) so i was the only one who would answer it. Instead of letting it go to the machine i decided to pick it up.

And it actually was for me. But it was a telemarketer person. Ugh. But then it turned out that is was this really nice lady who only wanted me to take a survey. They were from GPA something or other organization and not I'm pretty sure i will get a ton more stuff in the mail. It was about colleges. 

With the economy in the crapper, all these colleges want to get the scoop into our minds and figure out how to keep kids coming to their colleges. The lady said it would take fifteen minutes. thirty minutes later i hung up the phone, but i had a sense of accomplishment after that. It was kind of weird, like I helped someone. The lady was really nice and wished me well on my search for the right school, so it was worthwhile. I still don't have any ideas about college. I just hope God will lead me to it so that I don't turn into one of those nerdy kids in my class who are freaking out about finding the perfect college and have read the 10,000 page SAT prep book. Thanks to my cool parents i haven't had to take any of the crap SAT prep classes or anything. Its just one test and it's unfair that a college would look at your scores on that as equal to your whole high school GPA. It could ruin your whole life's work in that like 2 hours of taking the SAT. 

All I'm saying is, go with the flow, do what you love, and don't stress over pointless tests like the SAT.

Peace.

Marvelous Snow Day

Today was a snow day. That means no school! That is the one beautiful aspect about going to school- you can have snow days. On these special occasions it's great to get up and see the awesome white stuff that has hindered you from getting to school. Then you get to sit around all day in your pajamas and watch reruns of madTV. It's a day where you can totally relax and not have any real responsibilities....... sigh it is so great to not have to work. I can appreciate that before I have to join the demanding and suffocating workforce. It reminds me of that song by Thursday, For the Workforce, Drowning. It's another awesome song that you should probably put on your ipod.  

Frailty Thy Name Is Brandon: "He's Just Not Into You"

Yea, I'm still on Christmas vacation and off from school for about 3 awesome weeks, but for some reason i keep thinking about Brandon. As I look back on my pitiful existence I realize that I have liked him since the first time I saw him. It was the first day of seventh grade. I had started at a new school and my mom had to drive me because it's 40 minuted from my house (it's a private school and has some butt ugly uniforms) which was all new to me. I ended being 7 minutes late to homeroom on the first day of school (could the new girl be any dorkier?) and when I walked in I was uber aware of his presence in the room. This was 4 years ago and i've barely talked to him since. That is until this year... this year is a little better because me and Brandon are kind of becoming friends. This year also has been awesome because all the teachers like me and Ally and I have every class together. The sad fact is that Brandon is not pursuing me that i have noticed. See, the problem is that we are both pretty shy when it comes to the opposite sex, so naturally we have no hope talking to each other. He can be pretty good friends with other girls but with me it just has to be awkward. Then I ask, "is it me?" I just know it is because I just mess up and can't talk around guys that i like, which would be Brandon. I think I'm a total stalker too and don't even deserve him. I've done some pretty stalker-ish things regarding him that I'm not even going to write down...

But I'm not crazy!! I am thinking that even though i have it bad for Brandon, what if it's only a crush and nothing more? How do i know if i shouldn't let him go or leave him the hell alone? I'm too obsessive. I have to accept that he's just not into me. I don't have a shot at him. Sure, we have been talking and have some coincidental occurrences happen between us to cause us to have inside jokes, but he is really not TALKING to me. Only when his friends aren't around and he's all by himself then does he condescend to talk to Gwen. I wish i could stop liking him already and get over him, but it has not worked the last thousand times that i've tried because i know that he does not return my affection. I would be just fine with being friends with him. As long as i'm a part of his life or something because i am uncontrollably drawn to this person. I often have urges to tell him things and just want to talk to him. It's not that he is just so hot and all that but he is truly a nice person whom i have a lot of things in common with. Also everything always points to him in a way....

The other day i was at Ya Ya Noodle getting some chinese food when i ran into an old friend of mine that i had not seen in years and somehow we got on the topic of Brandon because it turned out that she knew him too! it really is bizarre because everyone seems to know him that i run into. It is so hopeless. I'm 17 and i can already see my future: either a nun or 

match.com, but definitely not a cat lady!!

NOTE: If your name is Brandon and you think this post might be about you, you are wrong. I changed the name of this person and you can figure their name out my looking in my profile. It's one of two names.

The Memo

Memo: To succeed in the world you must do these things:

Talk like this.

Act like this.

Dress like this.

Be friends only with other people who have received the memo.

Play these sports.

Listen to this music.

Remember all these things and you will be popular and liked by everyone important.

            Ever wonder why certain people were popular and what defined each person’s social status? I have figured it out. From the first day of school certain kids get this memo. The kids that choose to follow the memo become popular. Most kids don’t get the memo and that is still a mystery. I got the memo. I read and understood the memo, but I choose to ignore it. Most people don’t know that I have received it, but what does it really matter? I chose to hang out with the people who didn’t get it. I am one of the only people ever to refuse the memo. 

The Illusion of Brand Name Products

Major companies are able to make millions of dollars each year through the ignorance of the average consumer. Consumers trust specific brand names to have better quality products than other brands that might have the same quality or better for a cheaper price. The fact is that most consumers choose not to listen to the truth about products and spend their money on what product they perceive to be more proficient. It is a psychological war between consumers and marketers.

            Marketers are as scheming as the Father of Lies. They know how to influence consumer thinking and unconsciously brainwash them to buy their products. Marketers change the mindset of consumers. They control how consumers perceive a brand name and its own identity by associating it with symbolic meaning or having it convey a supercilious social status. The trick is to not be tricked. Do not let the marketers snare you in to buying and advocating overpriced, shoddy brand name products. Do not let marketers use the media to manipulate your mind to maximize their sales. Do not let marketers throw you into the ongoing whirlwind of economic deception.  

            These snake-like advertisers have even baited our children. Studies done by consumer psychologists on the meaning of brand names to children have arrived to a startling conclusion. The results indicated that “by the time children reach twelve years of age, they use brand names as an important conceptual cue in consumer judgments.” Marketers are even targeting children under the age of twelve. The upbringing of a consumer population begins and the degradation of our society continues. Is it right to prey on the minds of our innocent children? Is it right to let our children be a tool to marketers so that they can try to satisfy their ravenous and ever-present greed?

There is no real proof that certain brands are better than others or that their products function better than another’s. A ten dollar bottle of Neutrogena shampoo is not distinctly better than any old shampoo from the grocery store. The reason behind buying the more expensive brand name product is to buy the name and the image that goes along with it, thus projecting that image to others around you and showing your social status through it. The concept of brand names having better quality is a writhing weed infiltrating the mind. But we have the power to extinguish it and eradicate it out of our society. Do not let this stand for we have the power in our hands. 

Why Would I Marry My Cousin (Part V)

The Princess came to the lair. She knew she had found it because of the odious scent of death that encompassed her, and the remains of animals once living things scattered on the ground were a dead give away. Emery ventured into the stony crevice of the mountain to find Desmond. At the very back of the cave he lay on the floor with his hands chained to the wall above him. Scorpio snored loudly twenty feet away. She quietly walked towards Desmond and his countenance changed once he saw that Emery had come to rescue him from the dragon’s clutches. His whole face shined brilliantly but he was still silent in fear of waking Scorpio.

Emery plucked a pin out of her hair and easily picked the locks off Desmond. He still had his full armor on and when he moved to get up it rattled noisily. Scorpio jumped up with a start. His monster eyes instantly locked on the two intruders. Desmond had no weapon on him. It was up to Emery to save him. Just as Scorpio lunged at them from across the room, Emery bent down and in on graceful movement rendered a large knife out of her riding boot. Scorpio, in midair, fell to the ground. The Princess had flung the knife and the beast and it struck him precisely in the heart. He instantly died. Desmond was shocked at the fluid movements of his cousin and had not expected it. She never ceased to amaze Desmond. Emery led him out of the cave and they rode together on her horse back to Corivas.

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“Your father wishes to speak with you, my lady,” a servant addressed Emery as she and Desmond entered the castle gates. “It is urgent.”

It was late in the afternoon and the town seemed to be buzzing with excitement. Together they entered into the throne room, where stout King Gaius sat. Emery confidently strode down the long, narrow carpet that led to the throne with Desmond following behind.

“It has come to my attention,” the King started, “that you, Prince Desmond have proposed marriage to my daughter.” He sounded gruff and sour. “Well, firstly you both know that is it forbidden for you to be associating with people from kingdoms. And secondly, are you not aware of being cousins?” He raised his eyebrows and waited for their response.

“Yes,” Emery mumbled. She regretted falling in love with the Prince.

“Well, I do have some urgent news for the both of you. While you two had escaped from the dungeon and were missing, I took it upon myself to learn of your whereabouts. I thought it likely, since Desmond being from Riverside, that you both retreated there. I rode out to see my brother, Laurie, whom I had not conversed with these last twenty-five years.” Emery and Desmond exchanged shocked looks. “He told me that you, Desmond, were out looking for a bride, and I thought that very interesting considering that you were with Emery. My assumptions were right that you do desire my daughter. The reason that I called you both in here was to tell you something that will indeed change your situation.” He exhaled and looked at Emery.

“Emery, you are not my daughter.” Emery was even more shocked. “You see, you true father, Emery, was my best knight, but a terrible thing occurred. As he was riding home to Corivas he was struck by lighting and was killed. You mother was greatly disturbed at the news and shortly after died of grief, leaving you alone. So I took you in. I have raised you like my own daughter,” he said affectionately. Desmond and Emery stood still in awe of this tremendous news. She really ceased to amaze him. They were not related after all. Emery was adopted. Then, suddenly Emery turned to Desmond, threw her arms around him and looked straight into his eyes.

“I love you.” Desmond and Emery married and became king and queen of Terretas, the restored kingdom. The land was peaceful again and they all lived happily ever after.

Why Would I Marry My Cousin (Part IV)

The next day Desmond and Emery woke up to find themselves sitting in a cell in the dark and dismal dungeon that was located at the very foundation of the castle. It was made out of dark stone and wrought iron bars. They were alone and sat in silence. Emery had a look of disdain on her face, and refused to look at Desmond.

“So… you are a Princess, Emery,” the Prince stared, not sure what to say. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” It took several minutes for her to respond.

“You’re Prince of Riverside. Why didn’t you tell me that before?” she snapped back, still sitting with her back to Desmond.

“It doesn’t matter now. What matters is what your father is going to do to me. I am not supposed to even be near this place. How am I going to get out?” He felt utterly hopeless and trapped. Emery turned towards him with a condescending smile.

“My normal punishment growing up in this castle was to throw me down here.” Emery continued talking and walked over to the stone wall in their cell. “I was down here often, as you can imagine. With all that free time down here, I made a secret escape route out of here.”

Emery pushed one stone out of the wall that made a thud as it hit the ground outside. The bright morning light illuminated their gloomy cell. Emery continued removing the stones out of the wall and gradually made a big enough hole for both of them to leave through. Emery lifted her skirts and climbed through the hole. The prince followed after her. They were both free and Desmond was amazed at Emery. He was still desperately in love with her.

“Thank you,” Desmond said. He stood in front of Emery and she smiled back.

“No problem,” she said. “Let’s keep going so we don’t get caught again.” Emery led Desmond to the huge stable that was located at the side of the castle. They sneaked in and got two horses. Together they trotted out to the road in the soft morning light. The sun was just rising up over the Monstrous Mountains and cast shadows upon the earth.

The Prince spoke.

“It seems we have come to the end of journey.” He realized that they must go their separate ways and he became downcast. “But…” he continued, “I do not want it to end here. Emery, I fathom we are from different kingdoms-- I from Riverside and you from Corivas-- but I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes upon you.” He took a deep breath and Emery was silent. “I will only ask you this once more and I promise if the answer is ‘no,’ I will never bother you again.” Desmond looked into her glowing face that he adored, and knew he could not live without her. “Will you marry me?”

“Once again, I don’t think I can marry you. Do you not realize that you are but my cousin?” Desmond’s adrenaline rush instantly subsided and he was dumbfounded.

In the midst of their awkward moment there was the sound of the flapping of large wings. A great shadow flew over the sun and an eerie silence fell upon the world. The evil dragon, Scorpio, had come into view. He swooped down with his mighty outstretched talons and grabbed the Prince off his horse. It was all a huge blur of green when Scorpio had swooped down. Desmond had been kidnapped and the only thing left was the faint sound of flapping wings echoing into the distance. For Emery there was no confusion in what she knew she must do. She knew she must save her cousin from the foul demon that had taken him. Scorpio’s lair was located in the Monstrous Mountains to the west. Emery galloped on her horse as fast as she could out of Corivas and towards the looming mountain range. 

Why Would I Marry My Cousin (Part III)

“So Emery, What were you doing in the woods all by yourself?”

Desmond and Emery continued along the forest path side by side. The Prince had not thought of this before when he first met her. He was too happy excited that he had found the girl of his dreams to think about what she had been doing. The Prince noticed she was not like other girls he had met. She was just the opposite. Instead being stuffy and boring like the girls in Riverside who sat silently, Emery was outgoing, confident, strong, and most of all unpredictable which just made her exciting. And she also had a sense of hidden danger in her body language. She was special and she was beautiful. Her long brown hair shined in the rays of light that penetrated through the trees.

“I was just taking a walk,” Emery said back.

“So you must take walks here often since you know the area so well.”

“Ummm… yes.” Emery seemed a little uncomfortable with the direction the conversation seemed to be going in and she started to walk faster.

“Of which kingdom do you dwell?” Desmond asked while keeping up with her stride.

Emery’s face twisted in anguish for a split second and then answered in a gruff voice. “Why do you want to know?” The Prince was confused. What had he said?

“Well, I am on a quest to find a princess and I thought you might be one,” Desmond said, innocently prodding Emery into discussion.

Emery looked away. “It’s getting dark,” she said, quickly changing the subject. “I’m going home, I guess.”

“I’m coming with you.” The Prince was not going back to his home without his true love - Emery.

Emery led the Prince in the dark towards her home and Desmond had no idea where he was. They finally saw light up ahead. During their travel to town Desmond noticed that they had somehow started holding hands. They continued to advance into the town, still holding hands. The town was quiet and Emery led Desmond down a dark alley and slipped into a side door. It was really dark, but Emery seemed to know where she was going, and she led him up a winding staircase. As they grew closer to the top of the seemingly never-ending staircase they heard the sound of laughter, the clatter of dished, and music. It grew louder. Emery stopped and turned to Desmond.

“Shh.” Emery put a finger to her lips. They stared at each other in the darkness. The Prince was confused about everything that was happening. Does Emery like me? He thought. I wish she did. Emery took the Prince’s hand, and together they entered the upstairs.

They emerged out of the stairwell and were in a grand marble hall that led to another room full of people eating, talking, and laughing boisterously. There was also one man in elaborately blazoned robes, who sat at the head of the table. He was a short man, thick in the middle with a balding head somewhat hidden by his gleaming crown.

“Is this the castle?” Desmond asked.

“Shh.” Emery dragged him down into a crouch and gave him a seething glare. They tip-toed along the side wall of the hallway, towards the grand hall, hoping to slip past unseen. They were able to go past the people easily because the hallway was lined with great marble pillars, which provided them with camouflage from the already distracted people. Just as they rounded the corner, nearly out of sight of the grand hall, Desmond tripped over a suit of armor. It clattered to the marble floor and seemed to echo forever. Desmond cursed his clumsiness and felt awful for giving them away. They were so close. He felt ever worse when he saw the anger, fear, and even shame in Emery’s beautiful face.

“Emery! Stop right there, Princess!” came a booming voice.

They both froze.

Princess? Desmond was shocked. So she was a princess all along.

“Come here,” the voice demanded.

Desmond looked over. It was the man at the head of the table. The king. Emery’s father? Emery started to bolt away.

“Guards, seize them!” The king shouted. Two giant, bulky men came out of no where and held both Desmond and Emery in their iron grasps. They were dragged towards the king’s chair and Emery struggled. The Prince was stunned and was dragged like a rag doll before the king.

“Emery, where were you?” the king’s question was loud and demanding, but was laced with concern for his daughter.

“I was just out,” Emery answered.        

“Where?”

“Just the Fanciful Forest, Dad. Why do you always freak out like this?”

“Because you disobeyed me for the last time, Emery. You are never supposed to leave Corivas and go anywhere near the kingdom of Riverside. It is strictly forbidden.”

The Prince gasped. I’m in Corivas? He thought in awe. My father is not going to be pleased. This then must be King Gaius.

“I’m tired of you always forcing me to meet all of these suitors. You talk to them as if you were auctioning me off. I will not be treated as a piece of property. I refuse to marry someone I do not love!” Emery screamed at her father in defiance. The people in the hall quickly scurried out of sight.

“Well then, who is this boy?” King Gaius pointed at Desmond. “Do you love him?”

“No.” There was no hesitation, and her immediate response was like daggers to Desmond and he lowered his eyes to the cold marble floor.

“Boy, what is your name?” asked King Gaius.

“I am Desmond, Prince of Riverside,” he said proudly, knowing that this fact would lead to more trouble for both him and Emery.

Why Would I Marry My Cousin (Part II)

The woman looked up at the handsome prince as he came towards her. Desmond then knelt down on one knee and looked the maiden right in her green eyes.

            “Will you marry me?” Desmond said in a sweet and loving voice. He was fixated on the beautiful maiden. She has fair skin, long brown hair, and a mystical look about her. Her tranquil expression became something the Prince did not expect.

            “Are you crazy?” The maiden said shocked at the Prince’s abrupt proposal. “You don’t even know me and you want to marry me. What is it with men?” She sounded enraged.

            Desmond was shocked at this lovely maiden’s sudden outburst, but then the reality of what she has said to him sank into his princely skull, and he was exceedingly disappointed. He managed a response.

            “As you wish,” he mumbled in a soft voice as he stared at the ground. He regretfully retreated back to his horse. But where was his horse?

            “Oh no.” The Prince could not find his prized stallion anywhere.

            “What’s wrong?” the maiden asked in a sincere voice. She was sensible in that she did not marry someone she did not know, but that did not mean that she was mean.

            “My horse is gone,” he said in a voice of disbelief.

            “Well, I know this forest like the back of my hand. So… I could help you…?”

            “That would be great!” He wanted any excuse to hang around with what hopefully would be his wife.

            “If I am going to help you, then you do need to know my name. I’m Emery,” she said extending her hand.

   “Prince Desmond.”

            He took Emery’s fragile, pale hand and she shook Desmond with force he did not expect.

            “Alright, let’s get going.” Emery tugged the Prince down the woodland path to commence the start of their search for his horse, but would later turn into an adventure of a lifetime. 

Why Would I Marry My Cousin (Part I)

Once upon a time, there was a handsome Prince named Desmond whom all the townspeople loved. Desmond’s parents, King Laurie and Queen Daphne, told their son that it was time for him to marry and inherit the kingdom. So the Prince set off on a quest to find his bride-to-be with whom he would rule the fair kingdom of Riverside with in the future.

            He rode out of gates of Riverside on his brilliant white stallion and wearing his shining armor, with the townspeople shouting ‘farewell’s at his heels. Now where shall I start? the Prince thought after getting to the main road. He had never gone far out of Riverside before. Desmond continued on and came to a crossroad. The road split three ways. To the left were the Monstrous Mountains where the evil dragon Scorpio lived. To the right, the road led to the kingdom of Corivas, which was Riverside’s rival kingdom. Their feud started long ago when Riverside and Corivas was one kingdom called Terretas and King Pascal ruled. When King Pascal died his two children fought over the kingdom. His two sons, Laurie and Gaius, fought over the territory. To settle the dispute they created two new kingdoms, Riverside and Corivas, and have not talked to each other since the day of the division. There is much enmity between the two kingdoms and it is forbidden to enter the other kingdom when belonging to one. The Prince did not take that route, so the only other path left led to the Fanciful Forest, which was the way he chose to follow.

            The stallion trotted along and the sun blared down upon Desmond. He had been traveling for a while. It was midday, and he was becoming tired. The path now entered into the forest and the scathing sun was replaced by tall, lush trees and a blanket of cool moss covering the ground. The Prince’s tiredness seemed to vanish as he was enveloped into the new aura of the magical forest. He was rejuvenated and more determined on his quest.

            “I hope I find my true love soon,” he said, wondering what she would look like and what she was doing that moment. The forest chirped with sounds of small, woodland creatures and it was serene. As the courageous Prince ventured further into the forest he heard the faint sound of a woman singing. Desmond was enchanted with her meritorious singing and he followed the mysterious woman’s voice through the trees. He dismounted his horse as he came to the edge of a clearing where the source of the singing was coming from. She was perched atop nature’s throne: a large tree stump covered in velvety green moss. The Prince advanced into the clearing and knew right away that we had found his true love. 

Book Alert: Awesome New Series

One new really good book series is called Blue Bloods by Melissa de la Cruz. If you like vampire books or just an intriguing book that's impossible to put down then read this series. The third in the series just came out and i hope its not the last.....

click here if you want to see for yourself

Today

This morning I woke up and when I looked outside it felt like the seasons had really changed. It seemed different for some reason that I could not pin point. I guess it's because I haven't really had time to actually look out the window and really look. It is definitely fall in my town. It was like overnight all the leaves fell off the trees. Now the only green in my yard is the giant pine tree. Not even the grass is really green. It's brown from all the rain and covered by all the brown and orange leaves. It's both beautiful and depressing. But I can't wait for ski season. I'm so excited this year and I have such an itch to get out on those slopes. But with the economy in the toilet my family is going to be making less trips to the mountain this year. Sigh.

Too Busy

I'm actually kinda glad that i haven't been on my blog 24/7 because that means that i actually have a life, unlike some other people who live through their blogs. So what is happening in my life...... some random stuff you won't know what the heck it means:

1. who said girls are hard to understand?! Guys are 10 times harder to understand. I mean talk about mixed signals here. I'm so confused. There is a huge difference between "you should come" and "do u wanna come with me?" 

2. I'm wise (for my age).

3. Say "I love you" to someone today. It makes YOU feel good.

4. Why can I not figure out what to wear for picture day?

5. Chemistry is the most ridickilikilicilous subject in the whole world.

6. Underoath concert on Saturday???

My Poor Dog

Go watch this video of my dog with a lamp shade collar on his head. I did video tape it myself, so its not very good, but it's still funny...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JltNHItVgw

The Eyes (Part II)

I'm one of those people who can rise above what others think of them and not care about it. I know I'm different and I like who I am. So on Halloween, All Hallows Eve, my best friend, who is more like me on the inside, finally decided to come with me to visit my favourite cemetery. It is located in the middle of a field, and is shrouded by the wheat and no one would know it was there unless they were looking for it. The farm on which it rests has long been abandoned and is slowly decaying. The cemetery was a place where the family of the farmers were buried, so it is rather small with only about twenty or so graves. 

That special Halloween night my "sixth sense" was aroused by a strange feeling in the air. The night was nat as cold as usual for the end of October and a strong, warm breeze swirled through the trees. 

Ally and i made our way to the cemetery through the woods to the secluded graveyard.

"I don't know about this," Ally squeaked as we drew closer t our haunted destination.

"Come On. You can't flake out on me now... or else you'll be in the middle of the woods alone." I already knew that Ally would need a little extra push to come out here tonight. She is so nervous all the time and just needs to chill.

"You know, I was never comfortable with this whole 'spiritual realm,' Gwen," Ally said while stepping over a broken log.

"Well it is a fact that there are at least demons, maybe not ghosts, but there are definitely demons. It's in the Bible. And it talks about how there are multiple spiritual realms. So go and argue with God if you don't believe me"

We were finally to the field, at the edge of the woods.

"Whatev-whoa!"Ally's breath caught.

I looked over at her. She was alarmingly pale and she had a look of total horror painted on her face. She slowly lifted her shaking finger and pointed toward the field. I turned my head to follow her finger. And then- I didn't see anything. Nothing unusual. It was just the graveyard ahead. 

"Oh. My. Gosh! Did you see it?! It was right in the cemetery," Ally exclaimed while frantically looking around and digging her manicured nails into my forearm.

"What are you talking about? There is nothing there." 

"There was a man standing right in the cemetery among the graves. he was looking right at me! He was in all black and the only other thing I remember is his every. His gleaming, flaming red eyes boring into my soul. It was the freakiest thing of my life."

"Yea, sure," I said. This is so stupid. She is just pulling this crap so that she can get out of going. Well, she's going all right. I tugged Ally forward. "Let's get going. Come on, we've come this far. We're nearly there and we might as well..."

"Ugh." Ally sighed, still trying to calm down after her "paranormal experience."

We entered the field. The golden wheat was up to our knees and shone in the light of the

full moon. The heavy breeze made the wheat dance and swirl around us. As we inched closer to

the wrought-iron, rusty black fence that circled the cemetery Ally's nails dug deeper and deeper

into my arm. The sun had gone down and the moon was rising in the black night. I could hear

both Ally's and my breathing getting louder. My heart beat faster and thumped in my chest as I

creaked the gate open and we entered the cemetery.