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The wind blew in the fall air around me, creating little figures with the leaves that followed. My favorite season was upon us, and I couldn't be anymore happy. I walked these woods that are family to me everyday and I wondered, why couldn't I be apart of this wonderful scenery? My life at home was quite troubling. But I had maybe a couple of friends. I was quite and kept to my self, I preferred to be outside, with nature, with my self. It wasn't that I was recluse, I just wanted lots of alone time. I ran my hand along the tall stalks of weeds out In the field; I stopped and stood there

I looked down at something strange that was decaying into the earth. Squatting my body to the ground, I examined it. It was a bird. A small little bird, a bird that must have died soon after it left home. The remaining brown feathers were slowly rotting away with the flesh and blood of the bird. I was unsure of was kind it was, but the thought if leaving it's precious remains behind made my heart ache. Despite how disgusting it may be I picked it up. The bones and feathers and rotting flesh was in my hands. The beak was cracked and the legs were unusually twisted. Its wings were open and one was bent back, showing a bone.

I carried it in my caring hands to my cottage about a mile away. I was extremely careful with it's body, almost as if it was still alive, just injured. When I reached the cottage I looked around. I saw the blue-like oak tree that was a couple feet away from my home, and I went to it. I laid down the bird and stepped back to look. I thought It was the perfect place for the proper burial of the bird. When the wind blew again, I looked in its direction. It pointed my vision to my own little patch of flowers, lilies to be exact. They were gorgeous, perfect for the bird. I picked the yellow-like things and headed back over to the bird. I placed them carefully under the bird, then around it.

I felt satisfied with my work, so I went back inside. I washed my hands off and then went back up stairs to my room. I sat in my bay window and watched the bird. Then I watched the flowers in my mothers garden. They were wilted and turning brown, kind of like the bird. They reminded me of rust. After dinner with my mother and two older brothers and my mother boyfriend, I prepared for bed. I took one more look at the bird and my flowers than I went to bed. I awakened early and went down stairs for breakfast. The eldest brother, Sam, cooked it. My older then me, but younger than Sam, brother, Johnny later arrived.

When I asked for mom all he said was, "With her boyfriend, where else?" A lot of time Sam was out with his fiancé, Meredith. She was about 2 months pregnant. Johnny was dating a girl, Ivanna, which I'm sure about to be engaged to. Sam was 23 and Johnny was 21. I was only 19. Not only that, but I was quite small like my mother. My brothers on the other hand were tall and lean and muscular. I bonded a lot with them. The women they were both with loved me. I quickly ate and went back outside. I made sure to grab Sam's jacket, since I was wearing my thin strapped white dress. I also put on his old dirty boots. As I did I heard Sam laugh and I turned from the half opened door and laughed back at him.

He called after me when I was off the porch and said, "Don't go too far now, ha I don't want you getting lost sis." I nodded and ventured into the trees. Sam smiled and shook his head at me.

"Were did Ella run off to?" Sam turned to Johnny and smiled.

"Out In them woods like always," he said. Johnny laughed, knowing of my love for nature. Like Sam told me I didn't go as far. But just when I was about to head home after thirty some minutes I saw something. Flowers. I got closer and saw that they were not only flowers, but dead flowers. I not only saw that, but the familiar rust-like brown color again. When I retrieved the bird and seem those one dead flowers, those weren't the first time.

Sam and I were out one day, out in the woods. He was giving me a piggy back ride, he was running fast and bouncing me. It now reminds me of when we were little. We stopped a while later; we laid side by side in the field. Then Sam got up and picked some old flowers. I sat up and watched his back. He then put them in my hair, all while telling me of when he did the same when I was smaller. A few days later the flowers then got rusted like. The once beautiful flower crown died and looked like it was rust crusted.

I reached the house and found my mother arguing with her boyfriend, Adam. Sam left me a note saying he would be back soon. Johnny was upstairs, attempting to sleep. Mother saw me and asked where I had been.

"Walking," I said. She sighed at me. But I ignored her and went inside. I was sitting at the table when Adam came inside, gripping mothers arm behind him. It got worse, so bad that he started to smack her. I quickly rushed from the chair and went to go get Johnny. But I was yanked by my hair backwards.

"Where you going?" Was all he said. Mother screamed for him to stop but he gave her once good shove and then she stayed in the floor, crying. I squirmed and wiggled around, but then he begun to drag me into the woods by my hair. He stopped and threw me down. I shook my head no as I saw him unbuckling his belt. I tried crawling away, but he grabbed my ankles and drug me back to him. He started to pull my dress up and I screamed before he covered my mouth.

"Momma?" Johnny came down the stirs after the ruckus. He saw mother crying and rushed to her. She told him of me and Adam. He rushed threw the door and ran right into Sam. He and Sam went into the woods after me.

"Ella!" Sam yelled. "Ella, Ella!" I heard his calls and then before Adam could pull my underwear down I bit the hand that was covering my mouth. He hollered and I pushed him from me. I crawled around, crying and trying to get up. I did, and I ran as fast as I could. As I was trying to cross a river, Adam then caught up to me and tackled me. We both dove into the water; he grabbed me and held me under the rushing water. I resisted and kicked but my lung begged for hair. I let out a scream and clenched my eyes shut.

Sam eventually found us and grabbed Adam by his shirt away from me. He turned my head out of the water and carried me out. Johnny was doing whatever to Adam while Sam tried CPR on me.

"Please wake up, please wake up Ella," he whispered under his breath. My eyes were closed and I was no longer breathing. Sam cried on my chest and held me. I was just like the flowers. I was beautiful now, like the flowers, and then I would be rotting away, like the flowers. I could then be apart of nature and the wonderful world now. I was slowly becoming like the flowers that had rust on them.
Trying out new writing skills, I would like to make a story or a poem as great as it can get.
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry, but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.

Let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own journal. Let's see who the real people are. Re-post this if you care about this kind of situation. Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Deviants"
I was raking leaves in my backyard. I paused and frowned; My daughter, Mary Alice has been dead for about 6 months and I miss her so much. We found her body in a dumpster after she went missing for a week. We never even found who did it. A man who worked at the grocery store at the end of town went to take out the trash and when he opened the lid there she lay. Her body was naked and broken. She was covered in bruises, it killed me when I found out what happened to her. I sniffled and tried not to cry.

"Morning Caroline." I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to see my neighbor and former friend, Nathan. I smiled back at him and waved with my free hand.

"Morning." I said. He smiled back and turned back to his duties. I looked down at my stomach and placed a hand over it. I was expecting a baby in about two weeks; a little boy. I looked at Nathan who was building a bird house for me. He owned a store that sold doll houses and bird house and anything else you wanted built. He would build them himself, he was quite good at anything to do with building.

He even made Mary Alice several doll houses for free. He said that each one were different from all the others he made. He made them special just for her. Nathan was not married and had no children. But he loved kids and he loved to play outside with Mary Alice. It broke his heart when he found out about Mary Alice. A month before Mary Alice went missing, I had wanted my husband to move us somewhere out of town.

There were always children disappearing and I feared for my Mary Alice. But Nathan talked me into staying, which didn't please my husband. My husband, Greg, didn't like Nathan one bit. He said he hung around Mary Alice and me too much. And anytime Mary Alice would play with him, Greg always watched just to make sure nothing happened. I kina wish now that I moved from this town. Maybe then Mary Alice would still be with me, running around in our new yard and smiling brightly.

"Hey Caroline, want to come see what I'm building?" I looked over at Nathan and nodded. I held my stomach and walked over. I saw that he had finished the bird house and was going to paint it. "So what do you think?" I smiled and looked at it; it was beautiful.

"Its really beautiful, thank you Nathan." He nodded

"Yeah no problem, would you like to come inside for a cup of hot chocolate?" I nodded and we went inside. I sat down at his table and watched him begin to make it. He then saw that it was beginning to rain so he rushed to the door. "Caroline can you go get the cover from the garage and open the garage door for me? I don't want the rain to ruin the new bird house I made you."

"Oh sure!" I said and went to the door that led to the garage. Then he almost tripped over a chest. I looked at the chest and saw something. A little piece of fabric was poking out at me. Something told me I should open it; I looked at the lock that had the key sticking in it. I held my breath and quickly unlocked the chest. A slight reeking smell erupted but I didn't care about that. I only cared and wondered what was in here. Then I saw several Items. Old toys, muddy girl shoes, and dresses with red painted on them. Why would he have something like this?

Then I saw it. A little doll that was Mary Alice's. I picked it up and began to shake. I looked back and saw the night gown Mary Alice wore the night she disappeared. I quickly picked it up and held it up to look. I placed a hand over my mouth and laid the gown on my lap. It was stained with her blood. I then touched the gown and held it to me, crying and hunching over. My Mary Alice was killed by my best friend. A man whom she and I trusted. I sniffled but quieted when I heard Nathan speak.

"Caroline? Hurry up in there!" I looked at the door the garage and gulped. I quickly took the gown and the doll into his kitchen. I placed them on the table and dialed 911 on his phone. I called the detective after wards and he said he was on his way. I hung up and looked back at the Items.

Then I dropped the phone when I saw that Nathan was standing there looking at me and what I found...
A soft knock was tapping the front door. The husband rushed to the door and opened it; a detective named James Barbour stepped in and the wife rose from her chair quickly, the many used tissues falling to the floor. The woman sniffled a few times and wiped under her eyes before asking.

"James, I'm so happy your here! Please tell me you have found something." She said full of hope. But her hopeful face turned into confusion. For the detective and the two other policemen's faces were soaked with dread and sadness. Their heads were hanging low as they wore no smile but a firm frowning line. The husband urged them in and the wife asked once more.

"Mr. and Mrs. Johnson lets all set at the table please," Was all he said. They both agreed and sat side by side together, holding each others hands. The detective sat down and the two police men stood behind him. He then held up a brown paper bag and pulled something from it.

"We did find some evidence." The wife and husband smiled brightly. But their smile faded when he pulled out a glove that was in a plastic bag. A dirty, bloody glove. The very glove their 6 year old daughter, Mary Alice wore. He slowly slid it over to the wife. She touched it and a silent tear fell. "We found it and something else in a grocery store dumpster at the end of town." The wife let go of her husbands hand and let both of her hands run up and down the bag which held the glove.

"What else did you find?" She asked. The wife looked up at the detective and placed the bag back on the table. The husband rubbed his eyes and then clasped his hands together. The detective reached over and slowly took the bag back. She watched as it drag on the table.

"There was more than just that, there was blood." The wife sniffled as she began to quietly cry. The husband looked at his wife whom held a hand on her mouth and eyes were red and water filled. He then looked back at the detective and spoke.

"That's it? What about Mary Alice? Did you fin-

"Yes."

The room was quiet. The only thing heard was the loud cries of the wife and her screams for their only daughter. The husband held his face in his hands.

"The other thing we found was Mary Alice's body in the dumpster."
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry, but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.

Let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own journal. Let's see who the real people are. Re-post this if you care about this kind of situation. Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Deviants"

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