Big Fight

Dad comes home drunk and mad.

He pulls out a gun and shoots his wife
Then turns the gun on himself.

A little girl sits behind the couch, crying.

The police came and took the little girl to an orphanage.

She walks into a bedroom,
And there's a picture of Jesus on the cross.

"How did that Man get off the cross?" the girl asked.

"He didn't," the headmistress replied.

"Yes, He did," the girl argued.

"No, He didn't," the headmistress said again.

"Yes, He did," the girl said again. "He always sat next to me when my parents fought.
And He told me everything would be okay."

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You read this because it said "Fight".
But would you have read it if it said "Jesus Story"?

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Too true.

Almost...Done...School...

All I have to do is study and then do the final test this Wednesday. Can't wait, since that means I'd be done school for two weeks before I have to do a month of summer school so I can get math out of the way. Better to have it done than to have to cram it in in the fall.

I'm a Dragonkeeper?

I had one of the best (and strangest) dreams last night. It was so real that I was kind of sad that it ended. Anyway, I dreamt that I was a dragon-keeper, and that I was taking care of Toothless (from How to Train Your Dragon) and Predaking (from Transformers: Prime - Beast Hunters). The fact that Predaking wasn't trying to kill me kind of surprised me.

So, I was in some kind of place, in the middle of a (modern) city, with these two dragons. At one part, when I'm leaving to go to a convention for glow-in-the-dark nailpolish (whut?) I see Toothless and Predaking watching me leave, with only their heads visible over the wall that surrounded their courtyard (need to keep those guys from the populous, ya know). It was kind of cute, actually, especially with Toothless doing his quirky smile-thing that he does.

Eventually, I get to the convension, and I notice that Lt. Commander Data (from Star Trek: The Next Generation) is there. Mentally I noted that it seemed strange for him to be there. Like, hello? An Android at a convention for girls? A male Android, for that matter. But I moved on, and eventually got to some glow-in-the-dark nailpolish by Sally Hansen (I don't think there's any glow-in-the-dark nailpolish from that brand). I bought it, but I noticed that something was strange with Data. I ended up ignoring it and leaving.

But it bothered me, so I returned to the convension, which was cleaned up, and noticed Data was still there. And somehow I knew that Predaking had mentally taken over Data so I walked up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "Predaking!" I bellowed in order to gain his attention. When that failed, I yelled at him again, this time louder. "Predaking!"

When I finally got his attention, I ordered him to return to his body and to leave poor Data alone.

And then I woke up.

Yep, I don't get dreams like that all the time, and somehow it's sparked an plot idea for when I decide to learn how to write a book :)

See ya later!

~ Mikaela

I'm a Minty KitKat!

Yeah, not really. My top is green but my bottoms are fire truck red. Fun, fun.

Anyway, some of you must have noticed the new blog I put up. Ignore it. I'm sticking with this blog. I remembered how much I love it.

Anyway, I wanted to post some pictures of my brother, who is ten and wearing superhero masks. Eh, it was my idea. Heh, and he liked them.

Ironman 3 mask

G.I. Joe Storm Shadow mask

Eh, Storm Shadow isn't a superhero, more like a supervillian, but whatever! He looked cute in both!

Blank Slate

I can't figure out what to do about my writing... my mind just won't work...

*sigh* I do have the manuscript for a picturebook done, but I don't know how to hire an literary agent. Ugh.

Panic! Panic! Panic!

Ugh, I am studying for both my Green Certificate test and my upcoming Socials 20 Unit 1 test. My head hurts.

Mom keeps telling me that I'm gonna do good, but I don't feel like I will. "Common Sense" rules there, but I don't feel all too sure.

Adventurous Little Pebbles

My cat gave me a fright today.

So, this morning, it snowed so much that we couldn't go to church. Okay, so I take our dog for a walk after my brother brings him in. The walk was fine, but when I got home and I got ready to do school (because I need to work ahead so that I don't have to do school at the end of this week. I'm awfully busy), my mom tells me that she can't find my cat, Pebbles.

And that was odd. We would usually catch her lounging on her cat tree, playing with our dog, clinging to me, or tearing my room apart some way or another.

But she was no where to be found.

I checked in my closet, because she likes it in there, I checked under my bed, because she likes to shred my leftover Art 10 art supplies which are stored there, I checked every kitchen table chair because she likes to sleep there when no one's sitting there, and I checked her cat tree.

I couldn't find her.

I was beginning to panic as my mother told me that my brother had left the back door open after he brought the dog in. So I stuck my head out the door and looked at the snow that covered the deck, hoping to see if she left any paw prints behind. Then I looked straight at the dog's doghouse.

She was standing there, on its little porch, as still as stone, and looking absolutely terrified. She looked at me and mewled pitifully, telling me fully that she was scared and needed to be rescued. But mom managed to ease her inside, and I picked her up.

Yep, full proof that indoor cats + outside = panic, for both kitty's mommy and the kitty herself.