sticky. yall.

OMG LUL 8D
HIE LIVE JOURNAL!

Oh wow. It's been ages. I was so noobie when I used this thing.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha xD

Life.

"Death: Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know, that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom." -Terry Pratchett, Hogsfather

Life. Such a simple word that is supposed to sum up everything that happens, grows, or apparently effects us as we travel wearily down our metaphorical paths, occassionally bumping into (and almost strangling) anyone who even attempts some form of enthusiasm. Life...is full of so many wonders, and yet a lot of us find ourselves staring at a computer screen tapping out a rather dry article in a semi-conscious, hypnotic state with music blaring somewhere in the background (Or is it just me?) And deep down, we know we probably would be having much more fun taking the dog for the walk it desperately needs or even just going for an aimless walk outside. I think there is something wrong with the modern human mind which subconciously makes decisions that make us end up as a lump on the couch thinking "If I had just done this back then, I wouldn't be here now...oh well I'll just sit here like an old fart and televise the rest of my pointless life away until I come back as a big beautiful tree (if you believe in such things)" Some of us even make attempts to improve our lifestyles, I'll admit I'm one of them. It never works out does it? You give up because for some reason everything just goes wrong...and when you're a tree you could do so much more for the world so why try to lengthen this life of useless television watching? I hope I'm not the only one (I know it's selfish to wish others failure, but if I'm stuck with it, bloody heck you should be too)
So in conclusion, life= dull. Which is amazing. Improving lifestyle= Hopeless.
Oh, and Big Beautiful Tree= One day...

All about yourself...the survey.


All about yourself...
First name?:: Kelsey
Middle name?:: It's a secret
Like your name?:: Sort of
Named after anyone?:: middle name after my aunty
Any nicknames?:: kels, mouse, kelsta, mousinador, keshy
Age?:: 15
Birthdate?:: 09/01/1993
Birthplace?:: Auckland
Time you were born?:: 7:30
Current location?:: Auckland (Eugh)
Height?:: Shorter than the average bear
Like your height?:: Noooot really
Eye color?:: hazel
Contacts/glasses?:: nope
Hair color?:: light brown
Natural hair color?:: light brown
Dye your hair often?:: nope
Righty or lefty?:: righty =P

Your favorite...
Type of music?:: soft rock I suppose...
Band or singer?:: Coldplay <3
TV show?:: Scrubs
Movie?:: Tooo manyyy
TV channel?:: c4!
Radio station?:: Don't listen...
Place to be?:: my room
Thing to do?:: read
Food?:: Kiyokos mums sushi
Non alcoholic drink?:: Apple juice
Alcoholic drink?:: pulse
Animal?:: arctic Wolf
Holiday?:: Christmas
Season?:: Autumn
Sport?:: badminton
Place to shop?:: borders 0=)
Clothing brand?:: does converse count?
Scent?:: the band
Restaurant?:: Errr...that place in Whakatane
Fruit?:: fejoa
Vegetable?:: beans =D
Fast food restaurant?:: wendys or burger king
Pizza topping?:: salami =P
Ice cream flavor?:: boysenberry!
Magazine?:: dolly or girlfriend
City?:: London!
Color?:: greeeeen
Number?:: 7

This or that...
Chocolate or vanilla?:: vanilla
Pepsi or coke?:: coke (vanilla coke =P)
Hot or cold?:: cold
Black or white?:: black
Dog or cat?:: dogggg
French toast or pancakes?:: pancakes but I can make french toast xD
French fries or onion rings?:: french fries!
Hamburger or hot dog?:: Errrr....hamburger. But both.
Pepperoni or sausage?:: pepperoni!
Britney or Christina?:: Christina
McDonalds or Burger King?:: burger king
50 Cent or Eminem?:: Eminem
Canada or Mexico?:: canada!
Hug or kiss?:: Depends from who =P
Movies or TV?:: Oh, errr...TV!
Truth or dare?:: Truth

Do you...
Shower daily?:: Yes
Sing in the shower?:: No, I write in the shower
Like to sing?:: Yes but badly..
Like to dance?:: Yes but badly..
Smoke?:: Noo
Drink?:: Sometimes
Cuss?:: Yup
Talk to yourself?:: Yessss
Believe in yourself?:: Sometimes
Play an instrument?:: Nope
Go to school?:: Yes
Go to college?:: Well, no but...its complicated
Have a job?:: No but soon maybe..
Like your job?:: we'll see
Want to get married?:: I want to find someone who I want to marry
Want to have kids?:: undecided
Get along with your parents?:: In a way..
Get along with your siblings?:: err...
Drive?:: Don't wanna

Random...
Do you think you're trustworthy?:: Yesss
Think your funny?:: yes
Ever toilet papered someones house?:: No! but it's on my to do list
Gone garbage can tipping?:: Nope, why make the world smell bad?
What are your parents names?:: John,Jill
Siblings names?:: Erin, Sean, Josh, Keziah (I think?), Schenade, Tomah (I think?)
Do you wash your hands frequently?:: When I should
How many time a day do you brush your teeth?:: Twice
Collect anything?:: Books
Ever been in love?:: No
In love right now?:: No
What color pants are you wearing right now?:: Blue
How does your hair look?:: Blurghy
Ever had your heartbroken?:: Noope
Ever broken the law?:: yess
Been arrested?:: nopee
Been out of the country?:: NO!
Can you stick your fist in your mouth?:: No, is that bad?
When was the last time you got drunk?:: I stop before then
Do you do drugs?:: Nope
When was the last time you were high on anything?:: High on laughter? In biology
Do you prefer the lights on or off?:: When....
Would you ever get plastic surgery?:: Only if I was a burn victim or something
Do you prefer boxers or briefs?:: boxers
Do you like to laugh?:: Yesss
Ever had a bloody nose?:: Yes!
Have you ever caught a fish?:: Noo
What was the last thing you ate?:: Chips
What time do you go to bed?:: When I want
What's your favorite color?:: greeeen
Do you like to give or recieve?:: receive 0=)
Are you obsessed with anything/anyone?:: Books...
Do you live alone?:: Nope
Do you own a blender?:: Yes
Do you like the snow?:: Never been
Ever been up a mountain?:: I've been up a volcano..
Ever been rootin'?:: Err..
Do you like surprises?:: Yess

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Not joking at all. DULL WORLD MUCH?

I wrote nonsense for five minutes straight- no pauses (Is there hidden wisdom in my unspoken thoughts that have had to drag themselves out through my clumsy fingers?)
I tried to fix all the bad grammer and stuff afterwards but I may have missed some =)

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands
Eat a red ball and dominate the world with a red coloured peace sign with a green dove on it and feed it to the poor and hungry little wee ones, oh poor sad little wee ones who have no place to pee pee except for the bush where they live. Oh no however shall we dance the Morris dance without the contrast of black in our lives, oh for all those who say black is bad if we did not have it what would white be? Light is only there because what else is there to cast a shadow on? Contrast and comparison live not without subjects. We the subjects of this marvellous kingdom of sword and rising sun cannot live without order, but what of an order of hatred towards the devious orders of the world? Does that not count? Organised crime, better than a great big messy pile of do-do, yes indeed. But my what a large hat you have my man, you must own a thousand castles to wear such a hat with out a single spark of fear in your watery red eye, an eye which is always searching for thieves but not for gold diggers.
May I ask kind sir where be your kind handed lady when you’re off doing bad things to pompous windbags? I say, do not slap me or I shall declare war to your kingdom of cheats and pathetic ungentle men and most likely, old hags.
Is the world not just the leftover whey of the cheese of creation? It seems that is the dumping ground for all things imperfect and twistedly beautiful, for why have ugly beauty when beatific beauty is more…acceptable to the eye? For culture, for expansion of the mind, perhaps to be non-conformist? It is a sad world when many try not to be like others, so are all of our characters undesirable? Why is there such a thing as the rhetorical question if we try to answer every question? Where are those who allow mysteries and let them roll over the world to shape our imaginations instead of poking at them with sticks and declaring it ‘science’?
Science.
Just magic with protective glasses.
For, does magic not have rules as does physics and the chemical world? According to the knowledgeable papers of ‘fiction’. But are they really fiction? According to science the universe is infinite, so in the end does it not hold everything? Even magic? Even stories written down on this anthill called Earth, which are played out on far away, distant perhaps nearly ‘non-existent’ planets and worlds? Maybe we don’t exist, who are we to say that we do? There is a higher power in this universe, some may call it God or Karma. I call it Reality.

Ding Ding time is up

Poll #1052347 Everyone Wants To Be An American Cliche`
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 3

Truest thing i've ever said. What do you think? Discuss.

Happy polling..

Yabber, yabber.
Yabber yabber!
The duck goes quack
Among the lily pads
Happens this on a rainy day
When the folks hold hands and cry
Yabber yabber!
The rain falls down
And the ducks quack among the drops
The lily pads held the little green frogs
But now the frogs hide beneath water.
Yabber yabber!
Cry the folk outward
Blinking from the rain
The lasses swish skirts
And the lad’s splash the puddles
And the adults disapprove and frown
Yabber yabber!
Soon the rain stops
And the cats lie in sunshine
The lasses and lads
Go back to their chores
And the adults approve in joy
Yabber yabber!
The frogs climb above water
The lily pads creak with weight
And the ducks discuss the joys of the rain
By crying quack quack quack
Again and again.

I'm moving house! Maybe, hopefully, i find out on Monday. WHY IS THE WEEKEND GOING SO SLOW....
Its this cool place not that far from where i am now, but it has a wayyy bigger front yard + wicked backyard. With a deck. Horray.
And my lightbulb is green =)
Yiipie. ohh and its literally on the back of my school, i just cross my school fields and woooo im home.

YAY.

Holidayssss, if we move i wont be going to my Aunts...Neutral feelings about that.

And we're gonna hav a house-warming-party-thing. With a BBQ. Frodos singing...

Latersss days.

OH MY GOD.

Jeff Sparks sat in the waiting room.
He sat with his arms wrapped around his knees as he tried to guess what was wrong with the other waiting room occupants.
He watched, feeling sick, as a drop of blood trickled down a gun shot victims arm coming to a rest on the end of the poor guys elbow.
The droplet of blood rocked back in forward to the rhythm of the victims agonized breaths. Every time it threatened to drop onto the seat beside him Jeff would cringe and his face would scrunch up in disgust.
In a sudden lurch the man moved his arm, the blood flew through the air in Jeff’s direction. Jeff squealed and attempted to jump off his chair, forgetting the laws of physics. He ended up on the floor with his head between his legs. He unfolded himself and stood up, brushing himself off.
He grinned at his fellow waiting room buddies and tapped his head.
“Mental problems…” An old man nodded happily and followed suit. Soon Jeff and the old man weren’t the only ones tapping their heads.
“Is this camera worthy…” Jeff wondered aloud.
Before he could make up his mind a nurse came and lead him out of the room.
“You’re the young visiting Adam aren’t you dear?” she spoke slowly and Jeff realized she actually thought he was mental.
He decided to humor her and gave her a confused look.
“Where’s Addy?” He asked in a baby voice slurring his words slightly to perfect the performance.
The nurse mouthed something into her palm and held his hand while they walked to Adams room a few doors down.
“Her you go dear he’s right through this door”
Jeff gave the door a quick push to make sure it was strong then, putting on a giddily happy face he ran head first into it.
The rooms’ occupants looked around in alarm, what was that thud on the door?
Adam climbed over his blankets and crawled to the end of his hospital bed trying to hear who was outside.
Tarn whispered something to Kera and went to stand beside the door.
Kera translated the same message to Adam and all three of them took positions, thudding hearts fearing the worst.
Meanwhile outside the door Jeff was explaining that he thought she had meant he had to go through the door. The nurse however didn’t believe in Jeff’s mental performance any longer. “Why on earth would you think you had to go through the door! “? She hissed at him impatiently.
Jeff scratched his head. ”I don’t know…maybe it could’ve been something out of Harry Potter…”
The nurse stormed away mortified that she had actually fallen for such a bad act.
Jeff raised an eyebrow and grabbed the door handle.
“Hey Adam…” THUMP
Someone jumped on top of him and the door slammed shut.
The light was off so Jeff was blind to his attackers.
He saw a figure jump off the bed and someone muffled his cry of pain as the shape landed on top of him, smashing his head into someone’s knee.
Jeff’s arm was twisted onto his back stopping him from struggling.
Adam tried to help Tarn keep the stranger under control but all the action had triggered massive pain.
He rolled off the captured body clutching his sides as his injuries burnt with pain.
The few moments of pain felt like a lifetime but finally Adam was able to sit up, Tarn was looking at him while holding the strangers arm against his back.
“You ok dude?” He asked surprised at himself for caring.
Adam nodded then saw Jeff’s face squashed against the floor. Mouth open in horror Adam ran to the light switch. Everyone blinked at the sudden light, even Jeff though regrettably since he ended up with dust in his eye.
“Let him go!” Adam cried as he pulled Jeff up from the ground swearing as he saw the carpet patterned read patch on his friends’ cheek.
Kera let out a small scream as she realized it was Jeff and not ‘Gregor’
Tarn leant against the wall and wondered when Adam was going to start blaming him...he could already feel their friendship fading away.
Jeff on the other hand started laughing
“Adam what the heck was that about…” he dropped onto a chair and basked in the strange looks the other three were giving him.

Emily awoke untied lying on a bed. She looked around her new prison; the room was made of concrete. Small slits for windows cast the golden light of the outside world. Of freedom.
Tears mixed with water as she splashed her face with water from an old pigs trough in one corner of the room.
After the fresh flow of tears had dwindled into wet patches on her cheeks she decided to think.
She thought about her parents, they definitely would’ve noticed her missing by now. She thought about school, about how much work she was missing and books she hadn’t read. But mostly she thought about Adam. He had been so friendly and nice and what did she do? Pulled him out of a tree, screamed at him and marched away like a snobby posh girl.
Before the kidnapping she had formed a barrier in her mind against thoughts about him now they were they only thing keeping her from using up her water supply on tears. The way he was always popping up out of no where at school made her half expect to see him smashing through the door singing “that’s all folks!” with that cheesy grin on his face…maybe even twirling a cane like on ‘dancing with the oldies’
She laughed at the thought and started humming the theme tune. She would’ve sung it but she didn’t know the words, no one did but Jeff and Adam. Everyone tried to impersonate the duo’s hilarious old folk accents and no one was better at it than Emily of course no one knew that. She put it on her list of things to tell Adam right under ‘apologize’. Maybe he’d tell her the words if she asked at the right time; maybe he’d even let her be on ‘dancing with the oldies no.2’!
“I better get practicing” she sang, the logical side of her brain wondering if its other half had gone mad.

Ahh look. people. characters. yes.

Kera loved watching babies sleep. The way their little hands were always clenched, holding on to nothing but the rest of their life and how they could sleep with their tiny legs in the air.
As she wandered through the hospital Kera kept an eye out for the infant ward in case she had a panic attack and needed to calm down.
She drifted away from her sisters room in the under 10 children’s ward, side stepping what looked like traces of half digested carrot and an alarmingly angry looking janitor.
Further on Kera spotted heard angry voices coming from inside on of the rooms. Suddenly curious, she looked around and snuck up to the door and listened through the keyhole. The voices grew louder as she listened in and soon she could hear snatches of the conversation.
One voice was obviously male…but the other sounded unnatural and computer like.
She leaned even closer to the door, now just an inch away. What she heard disturbed her.

Man: few days…and…payment? I think…ok…fine…
Computer: just remember who I am Gregor…I get 70% of the ransom money but I’ll give you a little something extra for your troubles…
Man: Ok but it better be a big little something or…

Keras ear was now glued to the keyhole. Ransom money? Payment? These were obviously dangerous criminals she knew she should get as far away as possible but something stopped her from leaving. Was it fear? No…it was probably the hand that had grabbed her shoulder.
“What are they saying? Tarn whispered, is voice sounded tense. Kera blinked in surprise. Why was he here? This was all so confusing. Adam, Stacy, Schenade, babies, half digested carrot, ransom money and now Tarn? What was going on!
“Um…hi!” Kera squeaked a little to loud. The voices inside the room fell silent. They could hear typing then the computer voice said “someone’s there”
Footsteps echoed out into the hall, the man was going to catch them!
Tarn was ready for action he grabbed Keras arm and half dragged her along the hall
“Run!” he urged her and pulled her around a corner just in time to experience a head on collision with an exhausted looking boy.
The boy sat up, rubbing his head.
Adam grinned in surprise “Hey…you know you could’ve waited till tomorrow to visit me”
Tarn scowled in response. He had seen Adam around school, always looking so happy the whole school hi fiving him and asking about his latest ‘doco’
Still, as much as he wanted to Tarn couldn’t leave him to be discovered by those footsteps.
He pulled Kera up roughly and got a punch in the arm in return. Adam shook his head trying not to laugh.
Tarn rolled his eyes and searched the corridor for a hiding place. The footsteps were getting closer by the second.
In a desperate attempt he grabbed the nearest door handle and flung it open hitting Adam in the process.
“Dude not cool…” Adam complained rubbing his shoulder.
Tarn didn’t give a rats toshy about being cool so, resembling a deranged serial killer he shoved the two inside the closet and followed, trying to shut the door as quietly and quickly as possible as the footsteps would turn the corner any second now.
“What is going on! Why are we in-“
Kera clamped her hand firmly over Adams mouth and hissed at him to shut up, she trusted Tarns judgment on this one; he seemed to a lot more about what was going on then she did.
Tarn stepped backwards and unfortunately stood on a mop.
He slipped and fell into Kera who in turn made smacked Adams head on the back wall like a domino. The combined force of all three crashing into the wall was enough to make a bucket of old mop water fall of one of the shelves.
Tarn swore distantly under the pile of teenagers with a smelly bucket on his head.
The footsteps were so close…surely they would’ve heard.
All three listened, hearts beating forgetting about their uncomfortable positions on top and under each other. The footsteps slowed and finally came to a stop…right in front of the janitors’ closet. Adam, being the only one able to see, watched as the world slowed down (it had been doing that a lot lately and he was getting rather sick of it). The doorknob turned slower than Jeff making up his mind about a camera angle. Even so, Adam willed it to keep turning for an eternity if whatever was on the other side made the others this panicked.
But of course it did not keep turning for all eternity for if it did and the rest of these pages would be blank. As they are not, the story must go on and I shall have to put an end to all this suspense.
The door opened and stood there was a man, the janitor. The same cold, angry janitor with the same nametag ‘ the names bud’
All three sighs of relief came at once
Adam tried giving Bud his award-winning smile, he got a toothless snarl in return.

Half an hour later all three sat in Adams room, exhausted but relieved.
“Okay you guys gotta tell me what the heck that was about” Adam massaged his hands feeling he was entitled to an explanation after all that ruckus.
Kera shrugged and looked at Tarn, all she knew was that the man she heard inside the room scared the hell outta Tarn and she wanted to know why.
Tarn stared at his feet. Why should he tell them? They wouldn’t understand…still it would be nice to tell someone even if he would never admit it.
“Ok I’ll tell you…but you have to promise not to tell anyone” The other two nodded and leant into listen
“That…those men have…I’m not sure really…” Said Tarn. He found it difficult to explain. After so many years of lying and keeping secrets trusting people was just as hard as admitting he was afraid.
Stalling for time to think he tried to switch the subject “hold on why are you guys in the hospital?” He said wondering why he hadn’t questioned them sooner.
“My sister sick” Kera’s voice was level but both guys noticed he cheeks were wet with escaped tears. Tarn felt like dog turd for making her cry. He wondered how one would comfort a friend in these circumstances. On TV the guy would drape an arm around the girls shoulders and tell her everything would be all right and then the two would share a smile and a nice kiss. To his surprise Tarn didn’t find any of it unappealing but it would be a bit awkward in front of Adam and he wasn’t sure how Kera would react.
“Me and my parents were in a car crash,” Adam said, looking away so they couldn’t see his tears “or should I say my parents and I…”
Tarn shivered. Could it be possible that Adams family were in the other car? Surely not…but what if they had been?
Kera gave Adam a sympathetic smile but was far too curious to restrain herself from asking “What about you Tarn?” Adam glanced at him “Yeah what are you in for? And what was up with you and the guy who was supposedly chasing you two” he inquired. Ok they wanted the whole story Tarn flexed his fingers wondering where to start. He decided to start at the beginning, the day he moved here.

wooooooah its been ages 0=)
hows you people been?
anyhoo heres chapter fourteen:
“You can see him now” The nurse smiled kindly at Tarn. He muttered a response and lifted his gaze briefly off of his tattered sneakers. He paid no attention to the sympathetic expression on the young nurses face. He had dealt with nurses’ before- a lot of them. And they were always the same. Every time he ended up in the hospital they would stare at him with pitying faces and whisper “poor dear” to themselves behind clipboards or hands. How he hated when they did that.
Maybe it was because he was usually unconscious when his mother dragged him into the waiting room. His clothing ripped and worn out, his body covered in bruises and blood. Maybe it was just the excuses he used “I got mugged” doesn’t really work if they find a wallet filled with money in his old clothes.
The first few times they had chosen to believe him but one nurse became intent on finding out where Tarns injuries had come from. She was of course unaware that her prying would eventually leave Tarn an inch from death, his father in a rage that made all others look like hissy fits and the young social worker who had been sent to their house…dead.
Yeah nurses were all the same, all of them think they know what’s really wrong and that everything will be just fine and dandy because their here all the violence in the world would just stop because someone gives a damn.
In the end they usually don’t get at all.
Of course this was a new town, new hospital even if Tarns old life had come back to bite him in the butt.
No one was suspicious; he was just another kid, apart of another family who would use up all the tissues. Tarn just had to act like a worried, scared son and then there wouldn’t be another nosey nurse. Maybe no one would notice Tarns half healed injuries or just assume he’d been fighting at school. It was pretty common for guys at his school to give each other a bit of a punch up, he had even been challenged a few times by the jocks; they didn’t seem to like the attention Tarn was getting at school. He didn’t even bother trying to tell them he didn’t give a crap.
“It’s all right it you want to wait for your mum dear…”
Tarn tensed as the kind nurse patted him on the shoulder he wasn’t used to anyone other than Ben touching him without pain following.
“I…I’m going for a walk” Tarn managed to croak out and he drifted aimlessly away from the nurse who he could practically hear think those two stupid words.

Adam was suffocating in hair. Everywhere he looked there it was, piled up on top of heads looking like magnified dog turds or spiked up in a rebellious hairstyle that would make any teenager want to stick to the law.
Within the past few hours he had come to despise it as Stacy constantly flicked it in his face, did she actually think he enjoyed be whacked by thousands of tiny golden whips? Adam could just imagine his skin covered in minute cuts, trickles of blood forming a river…it must look like he was crying blood.
If it did Stacy certainly didn’t notice. She clung to his arm blurting out whatever came into her dull little brain. Three times he had attempted to get away but she would insist on going everywhere with him- and only just managed to convince her to wait outside the bathroom while he when to the toilet. Even then she didn’t shut up.
“Oh! And then I, like, bought this REALLY cute top that, like, totally looks designer and-Adam are you listening?”
Stacys’ voice fill the men’s bathroom and Adam felt his face grow hot as a few guys his age sniggered
“Sure you don’t need you girlfriend to hold you hand?” the taller one laughed and scrunched up a wet paper towel and threw it at Adams head.

When Adam regrettably emerged from the bathroom Stacy began talking about the school dance, the topic Adam had been dreading the whole day.
“I’ve had like ten guys ask me to but like I’ve been waiting for the right one, you know what I mean Adam?” Stacy flicked her at him again and actually-to Adams surprise- stopped talking and waited for him to mutter a response.
Adam tried to prise his arm away from her but he nails were like painted claws and dug into him eagerly.
“And I suppose you think I’m the right one…” Adam finally answered without enthusiasm. Stacy completely misread the meaning behind his words and immediately clawed her way even higher up his arm
“Ok Adam I’ll go with you! Not to sound impatient but I was starting to wonder when you were planning to ask…” Adam stifled a snort, being impatient was the least of Stacys bad qualities. Then he realized what she had said. I’d rather eat grandpa’s toenails than go to the dance with Stacy!
But before he could protest Stacy gave a dramatic little cry and told him she had to go get her hair done “You wouldn’t want having bad hair now would you wuddums?” And before he had even gotten over being called ‘wuddums’ she gave him an overly wet kiss which left his lips tasting of a sweet sticky attempt at what he guessed was the flavor of watermelon.
Adam leaned against the wall as Stacy walked away. He tried to clear his mind…what had just happened? The dance…with Stacy!? Wuddums? Where the…she’s mental!
He licked his lips and regretted it immediately, his whole mouth tasted of that horrible lip-gloss…his throat seemed to be rejecting it…or was that his stomach?
His whole system was fighting a war against the thought that he’d actually connected lips with Stacy…Stacy! Oh god I’m gonna…

“Sorry” Adam apologized again to the janitor. Apparently he’d just mopped that floor an hour ago and didn’t expect someone puking on it for another day at least.
Adam decided to leave the janitor to his work before he got another helping of the cold eyes the old man kept leering at him.
Slowly Adam strolled down the hospitals corridors, until he found himself outside his mothers’ room. He had been shown it earlier but hadn’t had a chance to properly check it out. He blamed Stacy for being there and distracting him…but deep down he knew that wasn’t the real reason. He was afraid. Afraid of what his mother would look like under those tubes and wires…afraid and ashamed.
He knew his parents wouldn’t let the fear stop them if it was the other way around. They would run in there and never leave his side until he woke up…or died.
I wish…I hope…I hope that bastard who did this to us died. Adam bit his lip to stop himself crying, he had done too much of that. Now was the time for action.
He remembered the crash vividly now, the other car was driving way to fast and had swerved suddenly, spinning his car into theirs with a sickening thud. Adam must not have been knocked unconscious straight away as the last thing he heard still rang in his ears; his mother yelling his name before she fell unconscious.

He took a breath and opened the door.

Emily shivered as a gust of wind whistled past her; the sound was sad and depressing as if it was the song of a lost soul…
She shook herself. She wished she hadn’t read all those horror books it made the lonely silence of the shed even worse.
The man hadn’t come back and his absence disturbed Emily, surely you wouldn’t leave your hostage alone for this long?
She looked around searching for the crack that the wind had come through and soon saw it. It was a roundish hole of rotten wood about the size of Emilys’ fist and unfortunately was directly inline with the chair she was sitting on she there was no way to escape the cold wind.
The man had tightened the ropes tying Emily to the chair last night before he left they dug into her skin painfully and stopped from being able to shift the chair.
Emily started to wonder what her parents would be doing. They were probably to busy arguing to notice she was gone…and nobody at school would notice except maybe Adam but would he care?
Nobodies looking for me…


Tarn hadn’t told his mother what he had seen. He sat in the kitchen by himself waiting for the police to come and tell him what he already knew.
“He better be dead” Tarn whispered thinking about his dads mangled car, how could he possibly have survived?
Hearing footsteps on the staircase he hastily shoved his thoughts to the back of his mind and tore his eyes from the front door.
Ben’s head peaked over the handrail as he searched the room.
“It’s ok Ben he’s not here” Tarn’s gray eyes hardened as he saw the look of terror on his little brothers’ face. He’s five! He shouldn’t have to live every moment in fear!
Ben darted down the last few steps and hid under the table.
He poked his head out from under the long table cloth “Where’d he go?” he whispered
Tarn crawled under with his brother and caught him in a tight hug
“He’s dead” he said avoiding Ben’s eyes.
The small boy looked up at his older brother with round, innocent eyes “Did you kill him Tarn?”
“No…he was in a car crash” It disturbed tarn to know that his own brother thought he was capable of murder did he really act that cold hearted?
No wonder the whole school thinks I’m a loner…
Ben giggled happily and asked if Tarn was driving the other car
When his big brother didn’t answer Ben poked him on the cheek.
Tarn slapped his hand away angrily “Ben leave me alone!” he shouted.
Ben pulled out of Tarns hug and ran to the stairs.
Tarn crawled out after him “Ben wait!”
He managed to grab his brothers’ arm as he began to run up the stairs
“Ben hold up”
Ben faced him, face full of tears.
“I wish dad had taken you with him! Your just like him!” He screamed and ran up the stairs crying.
Tarn felt numb all over he stumbled backwards and missed his chair completely.
Everything was happening way to fast. Ben hated him, this Kera girl was shoving herself into his life, his father was…gone and he left something in the shed…
Then there were those knocks at the door he’d been expecting all morning.

Adam was in shock; just yesterday he had been worried about some girl he barely knew, now he wasn’t even sure if he would see his parents alive again.
The doctors hadn’t told him anything except to rest and they’ll see what they can find out.
The last thing he could remember was the screech of their minivan and a sharp pain erupting just bellow his ribs.
Groaning he lifted his head as one of the nurses came in.
“How are you Adam?” she asked him gently trying to distract him from the beeping sounds of the machines.
“Fabulous” He answered sarcastically. He attempted to sit up but the nurse pushed him back down firmly telling him not to get ahead of himself. He noticed she had a thick Scottish accent, something he’d usually be interested in but now it only added to his distress.
Already disliking this nurse Adam shoved her away angrily and cried out as pain shot down his chest into his bandaged midriff.
Tears sprung to his eyes and he wiped them away hastily as soon as the pain subsided.
“You should take it easy for a few days there darling, you won’t help your parents by putting yourself in even more pain”
At the mention of his parents, worry threatened to burst through Adams stomach and he puked over the side of the hospital bed.

The next day Adam awoke to the sound of footsteps on the outside corridor he peered around the hospital bleary eyed, wondering why he was here…
Then it all flooded back.
Cautiously he slowly lifted himself up trying not to irritate his injuries, they didn’t hurt as much but wasn’t about to forget yesterdays pain anytime soon.
To his relief he managed to sit up properly without any serious pain, he took a few minutes to clear his head before devising a plan.
Adam was sure of one thing, he was sick of not knowing how his parents were, for all he knew they could be dead. The thought of never seeing them alive again hurt him more than physical pain ever could. Swallowing his tears, Adam turned himself sideways and began to slide down the bed until his feet touched the cold floor. He tenderly tested the strength of his legs before deciding he would have to move slowly until they were used to the weight.
Taking a deep breath, Adam took his first step and nearly fell over as the world wobbled in front of his eyes he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes until the dizzy spell faded into a faint feeling of nausea.
“This is gonna be hard” he whispered and took another step.

Kera sat in her sisters’ hospital room; she had gotten a call from her mother when she got home from school.
She remembered entering the room earlier that day, seeing her Schenades’ unconscious body almost completely covered in white blankets and tubes connected to machines.
Kera wiped away her tears with a shaky hand trying to block out her mothers’ sobs from the other side of the door. She was glad Schenade wasn’t awake to hear her mother break down like this it would freak her out more than anything that the doctor said.
True, the doctors weren’t completely sure it was leukemia again but Kera had learnt to expect the worst over the years.
She slapped her shaking hand and decided to have a break from sitting by her sisters’ bedside.
She quietly crept out the door where she spotted her mum wiping tears in one of the waiting chairs.
“Mum, I’m going to get something to eat from the cafeteria” she whispered gently removing $10 from her mothers’ purse.
She barely noticed her mothers’ sad nods as she spotted a group of girls from her school.
Usually she wouldn’t even bother trying to talk to them, obviously they were part of the cool crowd as Stacy Murdock was in the center of the super sonic voiced gossipers who strangely looked like blown up Barbies. Still this was Keras’ territory and she was curious about why they were here.
“Hey Stacy” she mumbled half heartedly, just being around these girls made her feel unglamorous and ugly.
To her surprise Stacy actually acknowledged her existence with a response
“Hello…short person” Kera blushed, she always had hated being short and felt even more so next to the tall cheerleader wearing heels. Stacy flicked her hair and continued: “So I suppose you’re here to see Adam? But then, why would you even think you had a chance with him…” she giggled and the surrounding Barbies followed queue.
Kera decided to ignore the insult “Actually, I’m here because my sisters very sick and might die” She stared Stacy in the eye challenging her to make a joke.
Instead the cheerleader placed a sympathetic hand on Keras’ shoulder and said, “I knew you wouldn’t be stupid enough to think-“ but she didn’t finish as she spotted Adam slowly making his way to the reception desk.
Stacy smiled and pushed past Kera calling out “Adam over here!!!”

Adam was stuck in a whirlwind of confusion. He spent his whole time pondering Jeff’s question. Did he, Adam Daniels, the guy everyone wanted to be friends with, the guy the populars were always trying to snatch up, like Emily?
He sighed and rolled onto his back.
He lay on his bed it was Friday afternoon. He had had at least ten offers to do something after school yet he ended up lying in his room going crazy about some girl he barely knew.
He stared at his poster of Dragon Ball Z
He still remembered begging his parents for it when he was seven. They had made him clean the whole house before they gave him the money.
Determined that he could still keep himself from dying from boredom he jumped up and grabbed his pillow.
“Kaameeehaaameee…” His door opened “HAAAAAA” he yelled and threw his pillow just as his mother stuck her head in. Everything went into slow motion as Adam saw her mouth and eyes open in surprise as the pillow was hurtled straight into her face.
Adam cringed. Soon everything was back to normal speed and Adam sat at the kitchen table while his parents took turns telling him how irresponsible he was and yelling questions like ‘Are you looking for trouble?’
Finally when they ran out of breath he managed to squeeze in “All I did was throw a pillow, its not my fault mum doesn’t knock…”
The phone rang. Adams mum answered it. She thrust it at her son before leaving the room in a huff.
It was Jeff.
“Hey didn’t expect you’d be home on a Friday,” He said
Adam put his feet on the table “Yeah well…” He trailed off not knowing what to say.
“Yeah well I suppose you heard then…” Jeff sighed “Man you must be freaked”
“Heard what?” said Adam staring at the doodle on his hand.
Jeff paused “…didn’t you hear?” he spoke slowly
Adam stood up, what the heck was going on? “Jeff, tell me!” He heard Jeff mutter something.
“Emily’s…well…” Jeff cleared his throat “Missing. She went missing last night…”
On the other end, Adam was still staring at his hand, frozen with shock. He tried to form words but his voice wasn’t working.
“I have to go…mum umm…needs the phone” Jeff hung up.
The phone fell from Adams hand as he realized Jeff wasn’t joking.
He rushed up to his room, nearly knocking his mother over as she entered the kitchen “Adam! Come back here!” She screeched at him but he was already gone.

Emily opened her eyes.
The tears she had cried earlier were crusty marks on her face.
She found her hands bound behind the chair she sat on and her feet were chained together.
She gave a few weak pulls at the rope but, as she suspected, they were knotted tight and the rope was thick so there was no hope in snapping it.
She heard someone run past the shed she was in. She mustered all her strength and tried to scream through the gag in her mouth.
Tarn stopped running to listen, the sound made his legs tremble in fear.
He glanced around to see if his father was watching him. No he was nowhere in sight. Tarn cautiously approached the shed door, Emily heard his presence and screamed again.
“Get away from there, boy!!” A loud, gruff voice bellowed from outside the shed.
Emily recognized it at once. The same voice had spoken her just before the rock had hit her. The voice made her heart grow cold.
Outside, Tarn rushed into the house. This was all too much for him.
The shed opened and Emily squinted at the light. A large man stood in the middle of the doorway. “Hello Little Madam” He grinned at her evilly and shut the door.

Tarn sat on roof of his house. His father would eventually find him when he came back from ‘collecting supplies’ but maybe by then he might have calmed down a bit…
Yeah right.
Tarn decided to take his mind off of his future beating.
He grabbed a tennis ball out of the gutter and started to throw it in the air.
Soon he found his mind floating back to that afternoon, it was nice talking to Kera, and it was as if he had a normal life…
BANG
Tarn snapped into focus and raced up to the chimney, the noise had sounded like a horrible accident…
Sitting on top of the chimney, Tarn soon spotted the crash; neighbors were spilling out onto the sidewalk like ants. Tarn distantly heard ambulances and he could see their flashing red lights a few roads away. He squinted at the crash site. It was bad. The metal of one car wrapped around the front of the other completely smashing the drivers’ side, Tarn winced as he realized it was a family car. His eyes felt like they were glued to the horrific scene, the feeling of dread and sickness was the worst thing had ever felt in his life.
He let his eyes strain to see the faces of the bystanders, they were all staring at the family car but the other car…
Tarns stomach jolted painfully as he recognized the vehicle.

It was all over the school, Emily Downings, the quiet girl who spent all her time in the library, was missing.
Teachers were suffocating in the same “I’m just so upset about Emily we used to be so close…” excuse that at least half the school had used at some point
Kera was one of the few who admitted they didn’t actually know Emily, one of the few who preferred to tell the truth than to be quoted in a low budget newspaper or two.
Kera’s project wasn’t going to well. She was way too embarrassed to meet Tarns eyes let alone talk to him!
But something there was wrong.
The few times she summoned enough courage to glance across the lunchroom, she saw him staring at the ceiling, not taking a bite of his lunch.
Something was troubling him, he looked freaked out, like he was bursting to say something but there was no one to say it to…
It was then that Kera made up her mind.

After school that day, Kera stood outside the main building. People yelled farewells to her as the school rapidly emptied.
Then she saw Tarn, he was one of the last people to leave.
She ran up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around looking a mix of anger, surprise and, could it be? Fear.
“Oh…hi” He mumbled and continued walking. Kera rolled her eyes in frustration and ran after him. He pretended not to notice her
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” She asked him between breaths.
Tarn glanced at her “Not really” He replied and sped up, determined to get rid of her.
Kera wouldn’t give up that easily, “Oh so you’re to good for us New Oak folk?” She accused. Tarn stopped in his tracks “I didn’t say that…” He looked at her as if seeing her for the first time, “Who are you anyway?”
Good, she thought, that means he doesn’t recognize me from the cafeteria.
Kera smiled at him; at last she got him to talk” Kera Hunter”
They walked out the school gates and turned onto Corner Street.
“Are you like those other girls?” Tarn asked suddenly
Kera flinched in surprise “What other girls?” She replied curiously
Tarn lowered his gaze slightly “I don’t know…Stacy was the leader I think…”
Kera snorted with laughter at this “Do I look like i'd be one of those other girls to you?”
Tarn paused to study her face. No make up, hair its natural colour and tied in a simple ponytail.
He grinned at her “No not really”. His smile fell as he realized he was nearly home.
“Umm I just remembered I have to be home as fast as possible to help my dad with something…” He trailed off. He was telling the truth, his dad did need him to help him with something…
Kera stared at him, if he was telling the truth he wouldn’t have been one of the last out of school. She decided to leave him alone; one wrong move might blow a whole afternoon of progress.
“Ok I’ll see you on Monday…” She watched him run up the street and turn onto a no end road.
In a burst of inspiration she rushed up to the corner just in time to see him sneak behind the back of a modern looking house.
“Least I know where he lives now” She whispered and wrote down the address.

Emily was in a bad mood. It was after school but she was still fuming after what happened at lunch.
She had come to the conclusion that Adam and his dumb sidekick had come up with some sick joke that she just didn’t get.
“They probably laughing at me right now” she whispered out loud.
She was walking through Pine Wood Park. She loved the thick green carpet of grass, which smelt like rotten wood and damp moss.
Birds twittered and sang in nearby trees, as Emily listened she relaxed and decided to forget her worries and sit down for a while, her parents probably wouldn’t notice if she was a little late…
She leaned against a tall pine tree and closed her eyes.
The natural perfume washed over her, she breathed it in greedily.
Five minutes past and she urged herself to get up, but instead she slid further down the tree trunk.
She heard footsteps, a small part of her mind started to panic but the sounds of the park soon drowned it out.
“Hello little madam” A soft voice whispered in her ear, but by now Emily was too drowsy to talk. Instead she nodded pleasantly in the direction of the voice.
Suddenly she heard a rush of wind and felt a hard rock hit her on the left side of her head.
“Uggh” she moaned, opening her eyes she saw the ground rushing up to meet her.

Mr. and Mrs. Downings were at it again.
“I put them right here!” Judy Downings screeched at her husband
“Well obviously you didn’t or else we wouldn’t be screaming about lost keys!” Arthur shouted back at her
“Just take the bus you old codger!” Judy saw him open his mouth in protest “would you just LET ME FINISH!” She pulled at her hair in frustration.
Arthur shook his head at her and tossed his hands in the air “Am I allowed to answer that?” he replied, then taking a breath he continued, “I don’t know maybe Emily moved them…”
“Emily, come here please!” Judy yelled. The two waited. “Emily!” Arthur yelled.
“Its 7:50 where is she?” He asked his wife confused. “Did you see her come home?” Judy asked, panic rising in her throat, Arthur shook his head
“Oh god! Where is she?” Judy ran up to her daughters’ room, but, as she expected, it was empty.
Arthur was already on the phone. After an hour worth of phone calls he slammed down the cordless and rubbed his forehead tiredly.
“Call the police!” Judy screamed at him, the panic had passed her throat and now was spilling out of her eyes, mixing with tears of worry.
“It has to have been 24 hours…” Arthur mumbled
“THIS IS OUR DAUGHTER!” the trembling woman grabbed the phone “in 24 hours we might be to late!” Fresh tears flowed out and she collapsed into a chair.
The tired man gently took the phone back “I’ll call” He whispered and dialed 111.


Tarn sat on the end of his mothers’ bed.
She lay underneath the covers, groaning with pain each time she moved, Tarn knew she was in pain but he was just glad she was still alive.
“Tarn…be a dear and get me a cold flannel” She whispered from under the bed sheets.
Tarn stood and left the room, he had nothing to say to her, she was too afraid to tell the police about their dad and to proud to run away “then what are we supposed to do? Keep letting him beating us up for the rest of our lives?” Tarn had yelled at her, trying to guilt her into changing her mind. Of course it didn’t work exactly…
He was about to return when he heard a loud bang from downstairs, which was followed by a loud “Tarn, get down here!” it was Jack, his father.
Tarn dropped the flannel he was clutching and ran into his room.
He grabbed as many things as he could and stuffed them under his t-shirt, maybe they would soften the blows?
He ran and grabbed Ben and hid him in the master bedroom, along with his mother who had sat up in terror.
“Don’t go down their Tarn” She whispered, eyes wide with fear for her sons.
Tarn looked into her eyes “If I don’t he’ll just come up here and beat me even harder” He said coldly.
Soon he had reached the back door, trying to take deep breaths to calm him down.
“Out here!” Jack grunted from the grubby shed in the corner of their backyard.
Tarn walked slowly towards the shadowy figure of his father.
“Get the big padlock and chain” he spoke to Tarn roughly
“Ok…” Tarn agreed, maybe this wasn’t going to hurt after all, unless her was going to use the chain as a whip… the thought mortified him but he dared not disobey his fathers’ instructions.
Soon he came back with the needed equipment, he had also moved some of his stuffing into his pant legs just in case…
“Give them here boy” the large man grabbed the padlock and chain.
He turned around and chained the shed door shut.
“Try and get in” He ordered Tarn who gave the door a feeble little shove and tried to keep his knees from knocking together.
Jack laughed, obviously not realizing Tarn wasn’t really trying.
“Now go inside” He shoved his son towards the house, but Tarn stood still, he could hear a faint scrapping from inside the shed!
“NOW!” Jack bellowed.
Tarn turned and walked up the path to the house, but he could still hear the scrapping, which was now accompanied by a muffled scream.

Adam laughed with everyone else when the girl across the room fell off her chair, but he did it half-heartedly.
He was distracted by thoughts of his grandpa. His visit had gone worse than usual. The first few hours were filled with the old man jabbing a finger in Adams direction while spiting opinions and insults about anything from his physical shape (“Where’s his muscles eh?”) to his education (“A sack of skin! No brains to be found”).
The end result was Adam, not able to keep calm any longer, yelling at his grandpa to shut up and have a look in the mirror (Along with a selection of curses and insults).
Jeff however was paying close attention to the ‘new guy’ as he was commonly called.
“I think there’s something weird about that guy” he said slowly.
“Mmmmh…” Adam mumbled not really listening.
Jeff looked at him
“How many documentaries can we enter?”
“One…”
Jeff swore loudly, Mr. McNeil glared at him from behind his moustache but decided it wasn’t worth leaving his lunch.
Adam surfaced from his daydream.
“Why?” he asked curiously. Jeff rolled his eyes and said
“Why do ya think idget?” he started massaging his temples. Adam could tell he was in deep thought.
After a few minutes Jeff finally opened his eyes “I suppose we could just ram them together…”
Adam raised his eyebrows
“It took you that long to come up with that?” he chuckled “your dumber than I thought dude”
“You? Thinking? Don’t make me laugh” Jeff shot back
“I was thinking that maybe Emily isn’t the only weird one around here and maybe we should make this documentary more interesting…”
Adam leaned forward “Spill.”
Jeff grinned, “Well we both agree that the new guy is pretty…unusual right?”
Adam nodded slowly.
“Well why don’t we…find out more about this dude? You never know, his parents could be circus clowns”
“Or better, circus animals” Adam added with a grin.
They laughed
“So? What do ya think?” Jeff waited for Adams answer.
“Well, we could but we should stick to Emily and if all goes well we can…expand our reach” He concluded.
Jeff thought for a moment then, seeing this was as close as a definite yes as he was going to get, agreed.

Later that day Adam and Jeff were setting up their first experiment.
“Ok you ready?” Jeff positioned the camera, he had hidden it in a book case.
”Yeah I guess” Adam answered half-heartedly; he was getting more and more doubtful about the whole thing.
“Dude what’s the problem? All you have to do is walk up to her and say something”
Jeff shoved his friend towards the end of the bookshelf.
“Yeah well I didn’t see you falling out of a tree because of her”
Adam snapped back. He wondered for the hundredth time whether this was the real reason why he was so nervous.
Taking a breath he stepped towards the end of the bookshelf, where he would be seen by Emily. He looked back at Jeff who gave him thumbs up and turned back to his precious camera.
Adams legs had turned to jelly by the time he had taken a few steps. He poked a head out of the side of the bookcase to see where Emily was.
When he saw her he was very surprised to feel the butterflies disappear from his stomach. He took another breath and looked again.
The first thing he noticed was her hair. It was tied up in a quick ponytail and the light of the afternoon sun made her hazelnut hair glow.
The second thing he noticed was her hands, one rested on the large book she was reading, the other was twirling a strand of hair around a pencil. He stood, hypnotized by the movement of the pencil for a moment, and then felt a poke on his back.
He jumped around Jeff was behind him. “Hurry up dude” he mouthed at Adam who nodded.
Soon he found himself standing in front of Emily who appeared not to have seen him.
He cleared his throat loudly. She flinched, pulling her hair with the pencil.
When she saw him she quickly untangled it from her hair and gave him a weak scowl, which, if he were thinking straight, he would’ve seen right through.
Suddenly, the butterflies were back and these weren’t ordinary butterflies, they were humongous Amazon butterflies.
Adam licked his lips and tried to form words but his mouth was dry and his throat throbbed horribly.
Speak! He screamed at himself, a confused look formed on Emily’s face. Adams legs trembled as he desperately tried to remember how to talk.
The bell rang and Emily gathered her things and dodged around Adam.
He stood with his eyes closed, completely terrified.
Jeff walked up to him, smiling strangely.
“Dude.” He said
“You like her eh?”
Adam opened his eyes and tried to give Jeff a ‘course-I-don’t-like-her’ look.
Unfortunately he wasn’t quite sure if it was true.