Marina Hardy Case #1

I'm pretty sure I already posted this page a long time ago, but now I have edited it a lot and changed the whole story line, so here it is, and more to come later. ^.^


Marina’s fiery hazel-green eyes sparkled in the bright moonlight, as she crept from her hiding place in the bushes behind the old warehouse. Tonight was the night! She just had to catch the notorious villain, “Tim” before it was too late! A few minutes later she spotted someone, and quickly ducked behind the building, hoping he hadn’t seen her. She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do. Nervously glancing over his shoulder, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Still watching the man, Marina cautiously inched closer. The man shoved the key into the warehouse door, and went inside. Knowing the door might lock when it closed, Marina silently and quickly stepped into the warehouse. The man, obviously preoccupied, didn’t notice, and kept walking. Marina hid behind a metal barrel where she could watch from a safe distance. She saw about two- dozen people in lab coats working while two other men supervised. When one man turned his head, she thought he sort of looked like Tim! Squinting, Marina tried to read the faded lettering on the barrel beside her in the dim light. “ Fenoc BVS Operation” it said. “This is it!” she whispered
This was a very important discovery, and she needed to tell the other officers about it. Now, if only she could find a way out… A quick glance at the door she came in showed her several different alarms. “Well, I sure can’t go back that way.” She thought “Too bad I don’t have my alarm disarming kit with me.” As she tiptoed into what appeared to be an abandoned packaging room, she spotted… could it be? Yes! Towards the left, near a corner, was a small window. Peering back to make sure no one was there, Marina carefully moved a nearby crate closer to the window, so she could use it to climb out. After slowly making her way out the window, she broke into a run and headed straight to her friend Zelda’s house, which was only two blocks away.

10 Things About Me You Probably Didn't Know

1. I point out every Asian person I see on TV, mostly to annoy my sister. I luv Asians. ^.^

2. I never actually call my baby brother by his name, but by his nickname; "Mr. A-bebby-pants. (Idk why, I'm just a random person.)

3. Me and my sister usually always greet eachother and such in a "chicken" voice, and call eachother "chikun puffs".

4. My imagination literally only works when I'm in bed. (This can be annoying when an idea hits me at 2 am.)

5. I talk to my stuffed animals more than I talk to people.

6. I like to eat re-heated pancakes and muffins for lunch.

7. I like giving birthday presents to people that hardly know me.

8. I collect paint samples just because.

9. I have a phobia of one certain bug, I think called a house centipede. (Google it if you've never seen one.)

10. I'm actually very outgoing, I just have trouble talking to people sometimes because it usually turns out awkward. And half the time people scare me, staring at me with those hole-burning eyes.

Okay that's all for now. It's been hard thinking of stuff Zeruda doesn't know. So hey Z let me know if you knew any of this stuff already. And BTW it would be cool if you made a list like this, too! ;)

Post #100!!!

TAH-DAAAAAAAAH! This is my 100th post, YAY! Just thought I'd mention that. Although I like the number 72 better. I missed that one, whatever post it was. I guess I'll shoot for 172 now. ...still talking to myself and Zeruda till we gets more blog readers, I suppose. Hi Zeruda. Hi the rest of the world. K byes. -Me

Random Ramblings

I have decided I should definitely post more often. Even if I have nothing to say. And no one to read it. Why? Um, because it makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something, I suppose. Oh but even if there is no one to read this, hey; I don't mind talking to myself, I do it QUITE often. (Hey, there's no one else to talk to!) So anyway, these days I find myself: sad, with my mind wandering, sometimes into thoughts of pure nothingness, hoping for more friends; people that are like me and who understand me, thanking God SO SO SO SO much for the wonderful friends I do have, trying to be inspired for the hobbies I have in which imagination is needed, feeling angsty that all I ever do all day is sit here on the internet. But really thinking about it, what difference does it make if I do nothing outside, or slightly less of nothing inside? Yes my fellow bloggers, this is the real me; highly strange and depressed. There's no sense in hiding who I really am, take it or leave it. To the world: Whoever you are, wherever you are, I wish you happiness forever (unless you're a freak then you don't deserve it) and may you never have to go through the evil I have been through. Good luck in this harsh world. But always know there is hope and comfort in Jesus. Well, these truly have been "thoughts of mine". Awkward as it may be, this is what I came here to do. This blog has fulfilled its purpose. In closing, I love ice cream, it's cold in here, I can't wait till American Idol tonight, and the dog is barking like an idiot because she is. ^.^ (No offence to her.) I talk too much online. Sayounara peeps. -Me

In God We Still Trust

This is my new fave song at the moment! It's got super powerful words, and the tune is great. It's by Diamond Rio, check it out on YouTube sometime!


You place your hand on His Bible, when you swear to tell the truth
His name is on our greatest Monuments, and all our money too,
And when we pledge allegiance, there's no doubt where we stand,
There is no separation, we're one Nation under Him.

Chorus:
In God we still trust
Here in America
He's the one we turn to every time
The goin' gets rough
He is the source of all our strength
The One who watches over us
Here in America
In God we still trust

Now there are those among us, who want to push Him out,
And erase His name from everything, this country's all about,
From the Schoolhouse to the Courthouse, they're silencing His Word,
Now it's time for all Believers, to make our voices heard.

In God we still trust,
Here in America
He's the one we turn to every time
The goin' gets rough
He is the source of all our strength
The One who watches over us
Here in America
In God we still trust

True Beauty, page 6

Before they knew it, it was time for Erikah to go back home. We’ll miss you.” Aunt Kay said as she hugged Erikah goodbye. “Now you be sure and come visit us again soon, ya hear?” Erikah smiled. “Oh I will.” She said.

As she walked up the path to her house, Bridget popped her head over the fence. “Erikah, you’re back!” She said cheerfully. “I really missed you!” “I missed you too, Bridget. Ask your mom if you can come over to my house and play.” That afternoon the two of them had lots of fun playing together. “I should have done this ages ago.” She thought to herself.

Back at her own school the following day, Erikah’s English teacher asked the students to write an essay on an important lesson they had learned. “Oh, this is an easy one!” She thought as she began scribbling away. Something I have learned is that how you act is far more important than how you look. Most people tend to avoid people with disabilities, and try to be like the pretty and popular people, but that’s not how it should be at all. The world would be a friendlier place if everyone followed the golden rule; do unto others as you would have them do unto you. God is the author of that rule, and He wants us all to follow it. I used to just try to fit in with everyone else and be just like them, even if what they were doing is wrong. But then I learned that we should only follow those who are doing what God wants them to.

THE END. (Unless I decide to write more someday, which I might. But it could be a few years.) ^.^

True Beauty, page 5

The next morning, Erikah asked, “Aunt Kay, would it be alright if Daina and I went to the animal shelter with Amberly after school?” Daina grinned from ear to ear at her. “Yes dear, that would be fine.” Aunt Kay answered. To their delight, the lady at the animal shelter put them in charge of feeding the baby animals. “I never knew helping could be so fun.” Erikah said as she bottle-fed a newborn kitten.

Later, while the girls were walking back to the house, they saw a teenaged boy picking on his little sister. She screamed and cried as her brother chased her around with a hose, spraying her in the face. “We should do something.” Daina said. “Oh God, please help me.” Erikah prayed silently as she walked into the yard. “Hey!” She yelled. The boy stopped and looked at her. “Leave your sister alone!” Erikah hoped she sounded firm, even though she was shaking. He dropped the hose and marched up to her. “Why should I?” He asked irritatedly. Erikah gulped. This boy was much bigger and stronger than her. “B-because the Bible says to treat others how you want to be treated, and you wouldn’t want someone getting you all wet.” The boy sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever.” He put the hose away and went inside his house. “Wow, that was pretty brave.” Daina said. “Yeah… I never would have done something like that before.” Erikah told her. “But I think it’s high time I started caring more about what’s right.” “Right on!” Daina said happily.

SUPER IMPORTANT!!!

I am taking a survey to see how many readers I have. It seems like no one really reads my blogs, except maybe Zeruda. This is one of the reasons I don't post much anymore. And I probably won't continue blogging unless there are people to read my posts. SO IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU ABSOLOUTLEY MUST COMMENT SO I CAN COUNT YOU!!! Please please please comment; this will determine the fate of my blogs. Thank you.