Story Post: Rozland

I know I promised to post the first chapter or two of Dayla and The Dead Guy, but it's been slow going, even though I've been typing my ass off, so I decided I'll do posts(hopefully once a week if not every day) on other things I've started working on today's is kinda a weird one. The basic plot is about a girl, Rozland, she was turned at six, and because it's illegal she's been hiding ever since. she meets some friends a couple Vampires a werewolf, and convinces them to help her look for a cure, something one of the Vampires has been looking for ever since a companion of his eluded to there being one, a couple decades ago. when we catch up with Rozland it's her sixteenth birthday, and, even though she's still in the body of a six year old she is a teenager at mind. so here goes. this is Rozland: P.S. there are some words spelt weird, but I tried to put it in the perspective of a six year old so that's her pronunciation.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon, on Wednesday, and I was in the dentist’s waiting room, board. It was the middle of winter break, and mommy wanted me to go to the dentist before Christmas. That was when I smelt it. There was a really yucky smell in the room. “What’s that smell Kyle?” I asked turning to my fifteen-year-old sister. She was, as usual, texting on her cell phone. That’s all she and Ben ever did. I think it’s just a big kid thing. “I think it’s the lady at the desk, Roz.” Kyle said looking at the old lady in a purple sweater. “You should go ask her.” Mommy took Kyle’s phone away from her, and whispered, “That’s it! No texting for a month, Kyle.” “But Mom!” Kyle whined, as Ben laughed. Ben was Kyle’s twin, that means they were born at the same time. Kyle put her long, dark hair up in a ponytail, and then ponged Ben on the head for laughing. Mommy took Kyle’s hand and pulled her out of her seat, as she standed up and traded seats with her. That was silly. Why did mommy want Kyle to sit next to the old man with his teeth coming out. She might pong him on the head too. Kyle didn’t, instead she sat there for a little while. Then she said, “Can I go to the bathroom?” she looked at mommy. “Can you get a better attitude?” mommy asked looking up from her mazageen. “Can you ask politely?” Kyle sighed. “May I please go to the restroom, mother?” Kyle rolled her eyes. That wasn’t very nice, I thought. “Yes you may.” mommy said. Mommy was always polite. “Mommy,” I whispered. “Yes Rozland?” she said looking at me. I leaned over, and whispered, “I have to go to the bathroom.” mommy looked over at Kyle. “Would you please take her with you?” she asked. Kyle sighed. “Fine.” I ran over to her. Kyle grabbed my hand. “But if you get lost don’t go crying to mom, and tell her it’s my fault.” Kyle whispered. “I wont get lost.” meanie, I thought. We went to the bathroom. Kyle stood in the hallway because it was a little stall. There was a window at the top of the room over the sinks. “Crap!” Kyle said, “Rozland, I’m gonna go out to see were I left my iPod. I’ll be right back.” “Mommy said you were supposed to watch me.” I told her. “What Mommy doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Kyle said, and I heard the door to the bathroom shut. When I got out of the stall I washed my hands and walked through the door to the other room. But I was outside outside. The door behind me shut. I turned around and tried to pull it, but it wouldn’t open. “Mommy! Kyle! Help me!” I screamed. No one answered. No one on that side of the door. “Hey there.” I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw a big man with dark brown eyes and brown hair. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers when mommy’s not with me.” I told the man. I pushed my back against the door. “I’m not a stranger,” he said. “I’m a friend. You can trust me.” he smiled. He looked like Kyle’s boyfriend Jake. He was not allowed at our house, but when Mommy and Daddy are gone Kyle lets him come over. They sit on the couch and Kiss while I watch TV. “I don’t want to trust you.” I told the man. He sighed.“Can I just tell you a secret then?” I nodded. “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone. Do you promise?” he said. I nodded. “Okay.” he said. He leaned over to my ear, and then I felt two pokes on my neck. They hurt, but I couldn’t scream, but someone else did. “ROZLAND!!!!!!” I jumped out of bed. “Rozland!” David said from the stairs of my loft slash bedroom. “Gosh David! What is it?” I asked. “Some guy’s at the door. He says he needs the rent. Were’s Trevor?” my brain hurt. It was still daytime. “He should be in his room.” there was a pause. “Why isn’t he in his room, David?” I said in a panicky voice. “I...forgot to check there.” David said. I hit the heel of my hand to my forehead. David was an idiot sometimes. Weird time for the landlord to show up. It was five P.M. it was just now getting dark. I got up, got dressed, and went into my bathroom. One great thing in my insane life was that I had my own bathroom. Grant it that it would be nice not to need a stool to get to the counter. I climbed up on the stool and looked into the mirror. “Man.” she was still in the mirror. That girl I had to deal with for nine years. I noticed the reflection of the calender behind me. Scratch that, ten years. I could feel it too. That was the weird part of this. I could always tell how long it had been. It was easy to tell the time. I think it has to do with the fact that the sun being up would turn me into a pile of dust, but I could. I absolutely hated my birthday. There always seemed to be reruns on it, we went to some place and I got treated like a kid. I’m sixteen and I’m still treated like a six-year-old. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Except that guy. The guy who starred in every dream I had for ten years. The guy who did this to me. It happened to David too. The only difference was that, although we are technically the same age it happened to him at ten. That’s why we came to Trevor, he was looking for a cure too. For Mac, his sister, she’s technically fourteen, but she’s been fourteen for six years. We’re all a bunch of freaks. If the council ever found out, we’d be dead. But thanks to Trevor we can find a solution. We’ve been looking for one for years. Trevor says he knew some witches who could do it, but they’ve been missing for ten years. “Roz! What are you doing?” Trevor was standing at the stairs of my room. “Uh–I was just thinking.” I shook my head. “Well come eat something. You look really pale.” he smiled. I threw a book at him, which he caught and placed on the floor. We both went down stairs and ate “breakfast” which was actually more like dinner to humans. “So what do you guys want to do this fine evening?” Trevor asked as he inhaled six eggs and five stripes of bacon. He reminded me of the werewolves I stayed with before I me him. “I am dying to go shopping and actually get out for once.” I said, “Maybe we could go see that new horror movie that came out last weekend.” Trevor sighed. “I’m not sneaking you in.” he said. “Oh come on! I’m sixteen I have to be able to actually do sixteen-year-old things.” I complained. “Dude! To the state of Oregon you are still six. And remember the last time we got caught?” I didn’t answer. The last time we got caught we had to get a lawyer so that I wasn’t put into a foster home. To the state of Oregon the guys are my uncles, and only living relatives. I think the only way they won custody was because Trevor had just gotten married to Rose, and so I had a female in my life. Of course to the state I’m not a sixteen-year-old Vampire, who lost her humanity at the age of six.

so I haven't gotten far, but I just felt like posting this. comment back and tell me what you think, good or bad. and I'll try to post tomorrow night, after I completely melt my brain out by typing.

~Delaney

Is It Really Worth Saying?

So lately I've been thinking....Can I actually do this......? Can I make up stories for a Living? Can I, Delaney Barrett, stupid idiot, and therapist to all, home-schooler, awkward freak and just down right odd girl, can i really be an author that brings a smile, whether malicious or otherwise, to a person's face and make them open themselves up to reading? You think about the average teenager, all they care about anymore is sex, gossip, and technology that they take for granted. Could that person really just, on a whim, pick up a Delaney Barrett(or whatever last name I have when I get published, if I get published) book, and have it open their mind to people like Jane Austin, Bram Stoker, Charlotte and Emily Bronte, and everyone else that our, or our parent's, generation thought where classic literature. now I know that sounds like I'm comparing myself to, in my opinion, the greatest authors in the world, but I'm not. I know that no matter how good of a writer I'll ever be, if I ever am, I'll never be like them, or the plethora of other authors that I admire. but, to stop my rabbit trail, I guess all I can do is tell myself that you never know what the next generation will bring, I mean look at Hipsters, do you think their parents knew that they were breeding the most insipid generation when they decided to make whoopee? obviously not, because I think if they could look into the future and see their teenagers now, they would have probably played cribbage that night. so maybe, in life, we just need to take risks, no matter how much of the contents of your stomach is trying to rewind time by coming back up. so do we jump, not knowing what's at the bottom of the cliff, whether it's water or rocks? or do we turn back, and take a different path, until we run into another cliff with the same question posing itself to us? I guess I'm being dramatic, but am I really? I'm thinking about my future way more than any other teenager is, or at least the ones that I know. it's just been something I've been thinking about a lot lately. when no one seems to be interested in what you have to say, is it really that important? Do they really need to hear it?

Thoughts?

So I decided to make this post cause I'm a little stuck. If you used to read my blog you'll remember when I did the posts Dayla and the Dead Guy, and Meet Dayla, well I'm a little stuck, and I need some advice. The point I am at is that Dayla has already met the Martens, and Jones'(other Vampires that you haven't met yet) about a day ago her time, and she's cool with it all. She's still settling in, and isn't used to the whole public school thing and the fact that nine of her classmates are Vampires(a fact she knows immediately). she's already made an enemy, a pervert named Kreg who won't leave her alone. and her family(three older sister, the two eldest sisters' husbands, her aunt uncle and two slutty cousins, her mother's parents and her father's parents.) are all in town thanks to her mother mixing up the dates on which they would be arriving there. (As I have mentioned before I still haven't chosen a location[another thing I need advice on]). the basic premise is that a vampire, by the name of Marilyn Burkheart, comes out and Dayla(being a therapist to everyone she meets), has to deal with her family freaking out, her friends wanting to leave town, and some old, and new acquaintances' of hers, showing up in town, some seeking advice from our heroin. so I guess my questions are, when do I introduce Marilyn Burkheart? how close should Dayla get with the martens before her whole world turns upside down, and they leave? should they leave, or is that too cliche? and how should she deal with the Marilyn Burkheart issue?

leave your comments below. thanks'!

~Delaney

the Things You Find When You Image Search 4-H Projects

Community Service

Josephine County Oregon's Community Service Project Members.

Cute 50's drawing.

When I saw this I laughed, and immediately Posted it on Facebook.

Wild Target

So I recently saw this movie Wild Target with Emily Blunt, Bill Nighy, Rupert Everett, Eileen Atkins, Martin Freeman and Rupert Grint, and if you watch a lot of British movies and TV like my family you'll see a face or two that you recognize. Well in the movie Bill Nighy plays the number one assassin, and Emily Blunt is his next job, also an assassin, but with a flair that intrigues him, then he saves her, and they meet Rupert Grint, who's a hobo, living in a parking lot, and ends up shooting someone who almost kills Bill Nighy, who is amazed because Rupert Grint has never touched a gun before, so he takes him under his wing, telling him that he's a "private investigator". it's an amazing movie, and Emily Blunt's wardrobe in the movie is amazing. so this is my take on one of her outfits.

Dress: Target

Hat: Target(by way of my sister Ashley)

Coat: Target

Stockings: Vintage

Shoes: Urban Outfitters

Garter Belt:Vintage

Oh the 1800's!

So, I have meant to post something these past few weeks, but I haven't done much of late. I've been getting ready for the Norco fair, making jelly, jam, an apron, and a cake(sorry I don't have pictures, I had an accident involving the screen of my camera getting broken). Not much has happened that is worth mentioning, I went camping with the family, which, even though it was my idea, ended up sucking due to my idiocy of being a pain in the butt just because I didn't want to go to a lighthouse. you see we all were asked what we wanted to do, some said go to the beach(cool story: the beach had an area that was covered in dead jellyfish, and I picked one up!), and my mother suggested to go to a lighthouse, now I don't really like lighthouses, I may sound like a wimp when I say this, but it's not the height it's the circular movement whilst moving up, and I get dizzy, the last time I went to a light house I made it up half way and ended up running down because I thought I would hurl, pass out, or both(very attractive hu?). I was in a particularly foul mood on a count of having a rock at the small of my back the night before, and a snarky sister, so I acted poorly and ended up getting yelled at, because I didn't want to go to all the historic sights, whatever. I need to just remember that when you have a home school mum everything is turned into a learning experience, like it or not. other than that I had a nice time camping, on our way there and back we stopped at this shop called Pink Trash & Treasures, it's in Buellton, California, I found the most amazing coat in the world(well my mum or dad actually found it I can't remember which though) it hasn't got a tag so for now I've no idea who it's by, or even if it's a knock-off, and was actually made in 1983(if you do know the designer and era please e-mail me or post a comment below, my e-mail address is in my about me at the top of the page, spam or inappropriate behaviour will not be appreciated. I will hunt you down and kill you. Jesus is watching you.), I love this coat, I am obsessed with late 1700's to early 1900's fashions, even though the fashions are so different through those eras as they progressed, I believe I should have lives in that time span, no matter how socialist, or sexist it was, I love the fashion, and the proper-ness of it all. At the moment I'm reading The Gemma Doyle Trilogy by the author Libba Bray, and it's set in the 1890's, it's a fantastic series about a girl(who's name is Gemma! coolest name ever in my opinion), and she starts having visions of the future, I love this series!!! it's so enthralling, and you just can't put it down. I'm on the third, and final, book, The Sweet Far Thing, it's so good, I love how the author can pull you in in this series, something I have trouble with when I'm writing. it's one of those series' that when you hear that a friend is reading it you want to ask a thousand questions like, "what chapter are you on? have they done this yet? do you know who this is yet? have they been to this place were they find out that that person did this?" and then your friend throws shoes at you. or at least that's what is going to happen when I tell my friend Chandler about these books, and make her read them. if you ever see them in your local book store, I recommend them, highly, especially if you like fantasy books that are still intelligent.

Coat: I don't know, but if you do contact me.

Shoes: American Eagle

Skirt: Vintage Even-Picone(wool and polyester)

Top: Mossimo

Sweater: Brownies uniform sweater I found it at Goodwill, it has three previous owners' names on the tag, but two are scribbled out, I think one says Amy something, but I can't tell, I do know that one is Morgan S.

~Delaney

Dayla And The Dead Guy

So.....This post has been in my head since I posted Meet Dayla. so here it goes. I have been writing a....Book....?...a story since fall of 2008. it's been a working progress, and I'm only on the second chapter, so it's A) nowhere near being a best seller, and B) nowhere near being finished anywhere in the near future(from about this second to the year 2018[and yes I know I will be 23 at the time]). So here it is, but first, it's a rough draft and will most likely be changed at some point in time. And this is some time in the end half of the book. So to catch you up, Dayla moved(location still if-y, Oregon? Washington?), and then her parent's decide to public school her, instead of going on with the already sixteen years, she's had of being home schooled, so she just goes with it. That's one of the few things Dayla is good at, going with things, along with being a freak(and enjoying every minute of it), always being able to quote Loralie Gilmore to the last punctuation mark, but still not remember what her mum said to her five seconds ago, and memorizing Vampire books and movies. that's the thing she loved the most, a good Vampire novel. Then Dayla starts school, and meets James, he has a huge family(something they have in common), and a deep secret that Dayla can see the second she sees him, and as she puts it: 'yup I found them, right in some flyover town in*again location still if-y*, odd that Vampires aren't known well, I know I could spot one like that.' I mentally snapped my fingers, 'and just did. Oh irony.', and so begins the friendship of Dayla Stanley and James Marten. there is still stuff I haven't changed, things that massively need changing, but I am too lazy to change, but this needs to be a short post so here goes. this is a later part, but is pretty self explanatory, but still I'll catch you up. the plot is that after Dayla moves, Marilyn Burkheart, a woman from an unknown town in a flyover state, decides to come out as a Vampire, thus making James' family want to move, or at least lie low, but being a genius Dayla convinces them that it'd be best if they moved, got out of the country and made sure they were safe, so, as most people do, they took her advice, and then Dayla realized her mistakes, and her nasty habit of coming up with a solution to problems, and saying it before she actually thinks about what she is actually thinking. So Dayla tries to get over it, dose "normal teenager stuff", and tries to ignore any other news on "Vampire Expozation" as she says. She ends up going to a concert at which she encounters some of James' siblings, and ends up telling her brother Eamon everything. Which he already knows. Eamon is kinda protective of Dayla, because he thinks she's too spontaneous to know what the crap she's getting herself into, and he's no dummy, even though he seems like he's perpetually high, so him knowing long before Dayla tells him, doesn't surprise her. instead he tries to get her over it and eventually gets her to agree to a open mic. night. before that happens, though, she meets another vampire, and realizes that he is an old friend, William Peters, or will to her( but he doesn't like anyone else calling him that) and they start hanging out, Dayla tried to help him with the fact that his mother is kinda anal, and stuck up, and then he eventually takes her advise, and goes to talk to his mother. that is were we are here. And so you are caught up. this is that open mic night scene. it's a little cheesy, but I'm hoping that with your feedback it won't suck for much longer.

The Blackbird was quiet. there was just a couple of people there. The coordinator, who I think was called Cooper, walked on stage and said, “Thank you, ‘ Pintoe Beens’,” ‘you guys are so talented, and you couldn't think of a better name?’ I thought looking at the four brunette guys, walking off the stage. “Okay,” Cooper went on, “next, give a warm welcome to some newcomers, they are Dayla, Eamon, and Finn, but I myself am more acquainted with them as, Too Many Suckers Not Enough Lovers!” This guy really want’s to be hosting a game show. I walked up the stairs, and over to the Mic and piano, and sat down. "Hi." I said, "Um. I'm Dayla, and this is Eamon, and Finn. Well, we're gonna play something I wrought very recently, It’s called ‘Pieces’, and" I took a deep breath, "here it goes." Eamon started to play and then came my Que. the melody took me away, and I was in a happy state for once. "Why did you have to go...." I sang. The music swept me away, and before long it was all I herd, I wasn't really concentrating on the keys I hit on the piano, but somehow it came out the way I wanted it to.

'I bet I look like an idiot' I thought, I opened my eyes to make sure I didn't, and there he was. 'I saw him!' I thought 'Charlotte's with him too. Why are they here? Why the night we we're here? Do they know we're here?' My mind boggled until the end of the song. I played my last key, and Eamon his last cord. we ended in a beautiful cord on both guitar and piano, and there was an applause that reminded me of when Alice did this in high school, I stopped comparing myself to my always cool sister, the one I have to say I was closest to, and brought myself back to the present. the present were James was sitting in the back of this cafe with Charlotte his "sister". "Thanks’." the three of us said, and walked off the stage, and I was so glad it was over. He started to go outside with Charlotte, so I packed up with the boys, and went outside too. I didn't see him when I got out there, though. 'Maybe he went home, or hunting? I hope he's been keeping up his hunting trips instead of–No! I am not concerning myself with this,' I thought, 'He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. He's been doing it for eighty-three years, what's another billion?', “Dayla!” Eamon said, I shook my head and turned to help him, "sorry. lack of coffee." I shrugged and unlocked my car, and then I saw him again. 'He's coming over here.' I though, warning myself, the night of the concert went through my head over and over as I remained immobile 'Move you idiot! Do you want an awkward pass-by, or are you gonna move your butt out of the way, idiot?! Move!' I thought-yelled, but I couldn't. I was unable to move. He walked right up to me.'Move, moron move!' I yelled at myself, but it was no use. I wasn't moving. Not only because I couldn't, but because deep down I didn't want to move. What I really wanted was for him to tell me I'm staying, and that he is too. That he's 'Not taking 'No' for an answer!' and all that cliche stuff, because I love him ,and he loves me, and we both know it. my gosh! when did I get so dramatic? That's it no more CW for you Dayla. "Hello Dayla." James said, and again I almost melted at the sound of his voice. "Hi, James." I said casually, even though it was the complete opposite of what I felt. I had no idea why my voice was not hoarse like it should have been, because my mouth was so dry, but was thankful that it wasn't. All I could think was how much I needed Will right now, and how I wished I could disappear. “Hey.” Eamon said through his teeth, as he turned to James, and crossed his arms over his chest."We need to talk." James said to me. "Okay." I said turning, finally remembering to mask my emotions. “Dayla, have you seen what time it is?” Eamon asked, grabbing my arm and turning my face to his. I could tell he was worried, and knew exactly what his expression meant, ‘Dayla you idiot, I’m not letting you get hurt again, get in the freaking car, stupid.’ and he has all the right to have that face, but I can’t jump an opportunity to get an explanation, I can’t let it slip by when so much can be explained, like why the hell he did what I said and left, I thought, no one dose what I say! it's stupid! “I’ll be right back.” I said to Eamon in a calm, double-sentenced sentence, the second sentence being ‘I’ll be fine, but on the off chance that I won’t be, call Will and tell him his mother can wait. I need him.’ Eamon nodded one sharp, quick nod, and then James and I walked in silence to an ally by the building, and then kept walking until I knew Eamon couldn't hear, all the while saying nothing. I turned around to listen to James, When all of the sudden he just put his arms around my waist, and kissed me hard, and all I could do was rap my arms around his neck, and hope it lasted, because I didn't want to have to let go in case I lost him again, and I didn't want to fight with him, not after all of this crap that’s gone on, not after I almost died twice, and definitely not while Will is gone. So, no matter what bad blood we have against each other, I wouldn't turn this perfect blip of a moment into a fight. you are such a freaking idiot, I told myself.

He pulled back a few minutes later, and said, "I love you, and I am so sorry, Dayla. Will you ever forgive me, even though I know I don't deserve it, will you please? I need to know." "It's not your fault,” I said, “and it's not my fault either," I quickly added before he argued, "and I don't care about that right now. You're back, and that's all I'm choosing to think about right now." "Bu-"I kissed him again and he let it drop. After a minute I pulled away in-voluntarily, and said, "I have to go. My parents want me home by eleven." ‘And Will’s gonna be here tomorrow.’ I thought to myself. "I'll see you later though, right?" "We have school tomorrow, don't we?" he said with a half smile. I smiled, and kissed him again. "Or I could see you tonight too." He said. "Definitely!" I kissed him one last time and left. When I got to the car the boys were inside and asleep, that was good, now I can think this through, before I’m home. Then it hit me, I INVITED HIM OVER! Why would I do that? What insane person dose that?! Is there an excuse I could use? I’m feeling sick? That won’t work, I haven’t been getting sick for a long time, why would I start now? I need Will! Why did he have to pick this week to pick a fight with his mother? I know needing him for my own selfish reasons is wrong, but he dose owe that to me. It’s not like it was a great time to be a patient, what with the whole world falling on my lap. I drove home faster than usual and the speed didn't seem to be an issue for James, he was always right behind me, with no more than one car between us if any. Great. I don’t even have time to think about this clearly. “‘A single week, Day. Can you manage that?’ ‘Oh no problem Will, it’s not like the world will explode.’” I sighed in disgust, “I’m an idiot.”

I woke the boys up when we got home and went straight in. "Hey Dayla, how was your night?" Ginny asked. "Great, but I'm bushed. I'm going to bed." I said with a fake yawn. " 'Kay, night." she said going back to her book "Night kiddo." I said. "I'm the same age as Finn, ya know? Why isn't he a 'kiddo' anymore, hu?" she mumbled. I went to my room and shut the door quietly, and there he was at my desk. 'What's he holding?' I thought, and then I realized it was the song I sang at 'The Blackbird'. CRAP!!!!! "Hey," I said casually. "What's that?" I asked like I didn't already know. "I was hopping you'd tell me, actually." he said, with a upset look on his face, but I knew it was him, rather than me that he was mad at. I decided to play dumb for the moment, and walked over, as if to get a better look, even though I knew exactly what it was, "I guess it's a song.....that I wrought...a wile ago....I think?" my voice squeaked a little at the end. "Dayla," he said standing up. "Will you ever forgive me?" he finished as he wrapped his arms around me. "Of course. Don't blame yourself. I've told you this already, remember?” I said “I guess the only thing that's your fault is you won't listen to me." I said jokingly. "Ha," he laughed sort of, but it was more like a sigh. "I guess you're right." he sighed again. "Hey, look at me." I said lifting his chin up. "I love you, and you sobbing all night over something that doesn't matter isn't gonna change that fact, even if you sometimes act like a complete fool. Anyway, what time is it?" "Um, ten-thirty." he said looking at his watch. "Well we have school tomorrow, and I'm still surprised my parents agreed to a Sunday night gig 'cause I'm bushed, so 'Bedtime for the human'." I quoted with a smile. He kissed me again and we laid down. I fell asleep in his arms, and for the first night in a long time it was peaceful and perfect.

The next morning he was still there, and I was glad last night was not a dream, because if it was with William being gone I knew I would not be able to bare it, I would break down and for good this time, and not even my best friend would be able to help. Oh gosh! who am I, Elfine? when did I get so dramatic?! I am not living on Cold Comfort Farm. I pushed that thought away and focused on James. "Hi." I said with a smile. "Good morning, are you ready for school today, or should I make a call?" he said twirling his phone in his hand. "No. School is mandatory in the Stanley house. If only it was still the kind that you did at twelve in your pajamas, that would be nice." I said as I walked over to my closet yawning. "I'm gonna go home and change, and then come back and make you pancakes. How dose that sound?" He said walking over to me, and putting his arms around my waist. "Um...I like the 'pancakes' part, but I'm not so keen on you leaving me." I said and then kissed him. "Ten minuets? Enough time for you to get dressed and wake up your brothers. Okay?" "Fine." I said, "but I'm using a stopwatch." I said tapping on my wrist. "Don't worry. I will be to." he grinned, and then kissed me again. "Okay, go. I need to get dressed." I said afraid I had morning breath. He kissed me one last time, and said, "I love you." "I love you, too," I said, "More than anyone in the world." "I think it's quite the opposite." he said climbing out the window. I got dressed and woke up Finn, and Ginny.

Eamon was already dressed, and was putting his stuff in the car when James was finished with the pancakes, "Pancakes guys?" he asked. "Thanks' dude." Eamon said. "Sweeet!" Finn said still sleepy. "Dayla! I need your help massively!" Ginny shouted from upstairs right as I walked down them. and turned around yelling, "Coming Ginny!" The second I got to her room she said, "Before she left, Mom said that she liked this top, as opposed to this top, but I like them both. Which one?" "The green goes better with the tights and I have shoes you can ware. what's this for, anyway?" I asked with a half smile, knowing the answer. "There's this really cute guy in Spanish named Ken, and I think he likes me 'cause his friend asked me what kind of music I liked and then he told him. AND he's a Christian, so what do I do?" "You ware the red not the green, trust me, and change your tights." I said walking out her door, "Thank you so much. I owe you, we're talkin' lifetime of servitude hear Dayla, thanks'." "Well get ready, or you'll be going in your pajamas." "Okay." she said. I was about to close the door when she said, "Wait Dayla!" I turned around, and she said, "Was that James Marten I heard down stairs?" I smiled and said, "Yes that was." "Dose he know about William Peters?" she asked. "Are you Mom?" I threw back. "He's your best friend Dayla." she said. "Don't let your boyfriend get freaked out, and end up staking him." I sighed."I'm gonna talk to him at lunch. I think it would be easier if I had Anna there too." "Just make sure Anna doesn't find out first." she reminded me. "I know." I said, sighed, and went down stairs. Then I registered what Ginny said, standing at the bottom of the stairs I yelled, “Eamon! Were’s Mom?!” Eamon came out of the kitchen with a mouth full of pancakes, and said, “She went to that tiny shopping place down town, apparently she doesn't have anything to ware to that thing Dad and her are going to.” “‘That she and Dad are going to’.” I corrected him. “Right.” he said, “Oh, and she want’s you to do her hair tonight.” “Cool.” I said.

so that isn't finished, but neither is anything else in this story. I'm going to post the plot of it some time this week. It's titled Dayla And the Dead Guy(working title), and I think once I edit it I will Post the first chapter, maybe.

~Delaney