<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256</id><updated>2012-01-14T13:16:09.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Writing Project</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-49470746308214512</id><published>2008-02-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T21:11:36.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R8D8aooCrsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GGo7KpAwzlk/s1600-h/pic8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R8D8aooCrsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GGo7KpAwzlk/s320/pic8.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170409906733493954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity paced back and forth in front of Joshua, who sat yawning on Bruce's pack.&lt;br /&gt;     "OK, we're totally lost."&lt;br /&gt;     "Check." Josh held up a finger.&lt;br /&gt;     "We have no map."&lt;br /&gt;     "Check again." and then softer, "Thanks to you."&lt;br /&gt;     "And we don't even have a clue where we are going."&lt;br /&gt;     Josh stood up, "Well look at the bright side," he said sarcastically, pulling an energy bar out of Bruce's pack, "Bruce is such a pig we're never going to starve."&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity snatched the bar, ripped it open and chewed on it angrily.&lt;br /&gt;     She looked around for something NOT covered in nature to sit on then, finding nothing, hesitated then dropped her brand new $500 pack on the ground and sat on it, her head down.&lt;br /&gt;      After a couple of minutes of brooding, Felicity heard leaves rustling and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;      Josh had his head buried in leaves, looking for a trace of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;      "What are you doing?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh turned around, "Oh,look who finally stopped feeling sorry for herself" He stopped to scratch one of his many mosquito bites me had  gotten, trying to find his way back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;     "If you must know, I'm trying to find a way back to camp."&lt;br /&gt;     "Why didn't you ask me for help?" she asked offended.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh snorted, "Are you for real?!?"&lt;br /&gt;     He straightened his back, pushed out his chest,put his hand on his hip, and mimicked Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;     "I'm a perfect princess. Do this, do that. I don't want to get my hands wet. Eeekk water."&lt;br /&gt;     And that was it, Felicity was done. Even though nobody had seen her cry since kindergarten when her teacher cut her bread into rectangles instead of triangles, but all the tears she had been holding in since she got paired up with Josh flowed out.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh felt terrible. He hadn't meant to make her cry.Just annoy her a little. He walked up to her to say something clever, like they do in cheesy movies, but when no one-liners came he just dragged his pack over to hers and waited for her to stop bawling.&lt;br /&gt;     And then,she did the most unbelievable thing.&lt;br /&gt;     "So, tell me about your family."&lt;br /&gt;     Josh looked at Felicity like she was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;     "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;     "You know , your Mom, Dad, home life." Felicity asked this, partly to pass time while she calmed down but deep down inside, she really did want to know about his home life, a little, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh was surprised. Nobody had really asked about his life before, except for once in second grade when they did all about me books (and he didn't even get a chance to present his),but he had been waiting for someone to care for so long that he didn't really care who he spilled to.&lt;br /&gt;     He told her everything, about the time he was bad intentionally so Santa would bring him the coal his Mom needed for a barbecue, how great his Mom was, how much he hated his Dad."&lt;br /&gt;    "Anyway, I hope my Mom is O.K. when she finds out I'm missing." he concluded. He shuffled his feet on the ground a little uncomfortably then saw a shadow fall over him.&lt;br /&gt;     "Get up." He saw a hand reach out to him.&lt;br /&gt;     "Wha...?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Get up, We're getting out of here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-49470746308214512?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/49470746308214512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=49470746308214512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/49470746308214512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/49470746308214512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-eight.html' title='Chapter Eight'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R8D8aooCrsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GGo7KpAwzlk/s72-c/pic8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-5779349324181757355</id><published>2008-01-25T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:08:57.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW FORUM!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, for you people that have been waiting, I finally started writing chapter eight. I have been so swamped with homework that I haven't had a chance to start. If I work really hard I might be able to put it up next week.&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway, I -(Drum-roll Please!) have finally made a forum! The address is http://ddwp.forumakers.com/.Here is a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R5qWFG2VNOI/AAAAAAAAABw/d16VZdW--9Y/s1600-h/dwp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R5qWFG2VNOI/AAAAAAAAABw/d16VZdW--9Y/s400/dwp1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159601337588331746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It is not done yet but you can join now! I will post as soon as I finish the forum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-5779349324181757355?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/5779349324181757355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=5779349324181757355' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/5779349324181757355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/5779349324181757355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-forum.html' title='MY NEW FORUM!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R5qWFG2VNOI/AAAAAAAAABw/d16VZdW--9Y/s72-c/dwp1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-6790695752875837110</id><published>2008-01-01T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:28:35.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R3sRMtUiXWI/AAAAAAAAABg/uSLUqZ0GzlE/s1600-h/seven.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R3sRMtUiXWI/AAAAAAAAABg/uSLUqZ0GzlE/s320/seven.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150729508850130274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, the first two days weren't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;     Bruce found that tracking was &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; as fun as video games, Kimberly didn't mind hiking as much as she thought she would and even Josh and Felicity were getting along.&lt;br /&gt;     Not that they were friends. No, far from it. Now they just had a little more respect for each other, and a threat to send them home if they didn't!&lt;br /&gt;     On That third day, Josh woke from his tent to the recorded sound of a rooster crowing (It would have been a real one but as Mike explained, the camp couldn't get the permits.)&lt;br /&gt;    He propped himself up with his left arm and rubbed the sleep out his liquidy blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;     Joshua staggered outside and was soon joined by the rest of the campers. He looked up. The sky was still pink.&lt;br /&gt;     "It must be barely morning," he thought, "Maybe 4:00 or 5:00"&lt;br /&gt;     Mike, who was already outside, blew his whistle to signal the campers to find their partners. As soon as everyone was together he started, " O.K., I know you guys were expected two more days of camp but we're going to have to cut it short. The National Weather Association says that there is going to be a big storm so we have to close down for the week."&lt;br /&gt;     The crisp morning air was filled with moans. Even though everyone missed the comforts of home they were getting excited about camp, and they were worried about their non-refundable deposits they made for the trip they put a dent in most of their saving funds for the new Brain Smashers game (Except for Bruce of course who had got an advance copy.)&lt;br /&gt;     "Don't worry though, your deposits will be returned and the trip will be rescheduled."&lt;br /&gt;     After that announcement everyone was noticeably less upset.&lt;br /&gt;     "And," he continued, "We're still having the Tracking Games." This got a cheer. Mike had explained that tracking was an activity were you would get put you in a covered jeep blindfolded and drop you in the middle of nowhere with a compass,a map, and some supplies and you have to find your way back. Bruce wasn't very interested until he was told that they did tracking in the army(and since he had a brother in the army this made a big difference).&lt;br /&gt;          "Oh, and don't forget. I'm awarding the Jr. Ranger badge today." That got a bigger cheer.&lt;br /&gt;     "OK, now all of you go eat your breakfast and get your packs, then lets go go go!"&lt;br /&gt;     Mike had never seen anyone eat so fast. The blueberry muffins( all natural of course) were sucked through black holes of mouths. He was horrified and fascinated at the same time. He had never had a more excited group of kids.&lt;br /&gt;     After the breakfast tables were clean and backpacks were strapped on every body's backs Mike gathered the campers together for the final announcement before the Tracking Games.&lt;br /&gt;     "OK campers, I know you all have been waiting to see who is the newest Jr. Ranger." The kids waited, the air around them almost sizzled with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;     "And the winner is...Bruce!" Felicity and Josh stood, open mouthed clones of each other. They both thought they would win, even though they knew Bruce deserved it more.&lt;br /&gt;     Bruce stepped up to receive his membership card. Mike pulled the card out of his pocket and handed it to him. He them picked up a stuffed bear.&lt;br /&gt;     "Uh... you get this too. I don't know why." Bruce grinned then blushed and stuffed the bear in his pack.  &lt;br /&gt;     "OK campers, I know you're used to walking from place to place but since where we going is so far and you need to save your energy for the return..." He pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket and pressed a button. The Jeep let out two shrill cheeps then was silent. &lt;br /&gt;     "This is the first Jeep. Two more will be around in a few minutes to pick the rest of you up."&lt;br /&gt;     Kimberly bit her lip then voiced the question everyone was thinking, "What if we get lost?"&lt;br /&gt;     Mike looked like he had heard this question many times before,"Don't worry about it. We have several mounted cameras around the forest area of the park. Speakers too. You probably won't be able to spot any of them. They are hidden so they won't interfere with the environment. As soon as you get lost we will spot you and contact you via speaker."&lt;br /&gt;     Mike hopped in the front seat of the jeep, "I want Dominique, Bruce, Julia, and Josh in this Jeep."&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity was ecstatic, If he just forgot about her for one more...&lt;br /&gt;     "Oh, and Felicity too."&lt;br /&gt;     Darn.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh squirmed uncomfortably in the cloth covered seats that looked like they had seen better days. He really wasn't comfortable with being blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;     "And wait for the alarm to go." Mike was saying.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh shrugged it off. Felicity was probably listening.&lt;br /&gt;     After a couple of minutes of silence the Jeep hit a few bumps, slowed, then stopped.&lt;br /&gt;     "OK! All you crazies, OUT!" Josh grabbed his sleeping bag and pack, which he had previously taken off and stumbled out of the Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;     "OK you guys count to 30 then take off your blindfolds. When you hear the alarm start tracking!"&lt;br /&gt;     They heard the Jeep's tires skid then silence.&lt;br /&gt;     One Mississippi, Two Mississippi's, Felicity counted. When she got to 30 Mississippi she took off her blindfold and folded it neatly. Then she stowed it in her pack and looked around. Everyone except for Josh was gone.&lt;br /&gt;     "Where did everyone go?" she asked, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh rolled his eyes, where do you think? They left already!"&lt;br /&gt;     "But that's not fair! The alarm didn't go off yet!"&lt;br /&gt;     "Get a life!" Josh sneered.&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity sat on a nearby rock, more than a little hurt, and waited for the alarm to sound.&lt;br /&gt;     About 5 minutes later she heard a blaring "CLANG CLANG CLANG" vibrate through the forest. &lt;br /&gt;     She got up, "Lets go."&lt;br /&gt;     After walking around for a few minutes she stopped and shook her head, " Wait a second, I completely forgot about the map. Get yours out."&lt;br /&gt;     "Why mine?" he complained.&lt;br /&gt;     "I said" she repeated, this time more slowly and more stressed, "Get yours out."&lt;br /&gt;     Josh removed the pack from his back and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;     Wait a second, he thought, this isn't mine this is...&lt;br /&gt;     "This is Bruce's pack." he said&lt;br /&gt;     "What?"&lt;br /&gt;     "I said, this is Bruce's pack." he repeated, "I must have picked up the wrong one and Bruce never got a map. He was in the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;     "But Mike said not to take off your p-" then stopped. Like Josh actually listened.&lt;br /&gt;      "It's OK, I have mine." She grabbed it out of her pack then smoothed it out.&lt;br /&gt;      "OK, according to this we are here," she pointed to a seemingly random stop on the map, "And we need to be here." She pointed to the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;     "No prob," Josh grabbed the map and started to look it over.&lt;br /&gt;     "Hey!" Felicity tried to grab it but Josh held it high over her head. This would've worked if it had not been for the fact that Josh had yet to get his growth spurt and Felicity was a couple inches taller than him.She jumped and succeeded in knocking the map out of his hand but she couldn't grab it. &lt;br /&gt;     They both watched as it floated out of her grip and into the forest. They looked at each other, at the woods then sped off as fast as they could after it.&lt;br /&gt;     10 minutes later they still had not caught up with it. Felicity squatted to catch her breath then thought she heard something.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Gurgle, Gurgle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Josh, do you hear something?"&lt;br /&gt;      He stopped and listened.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;Gurgle, Gurgle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Water! Aww, come on." He ran off with a burst of speed then stopped short.&lt;br /&gt;     It was a river,raging forward. A branch snapped off a above tree and fell into the river. I was immediately snapped and the pieces were swept off with the current.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh cringed then impulsivly looked up. The map floated above the river than landed across the other side. Josh let out all the air in his lungs with a loud "Woosh".&lt;br /&gt;     "That was close!" he screamed to Felicity who was still catching up. Felicity looked exceedingly relived.&lt;br /&gt;     Then a gust of wind blew across the clearing the were standing in and blew the map into the river."&lt;br /&gt;     "Crud!" Josh dropped his bags and chased after it. "Help me!"&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity bcked away, wild eyed, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;     He hissed his teeth and chased after it. After jumping in the water twice Josh came up with a soggy mushy blob of paper. He walked oer to Felicity and threw the blob at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;     "Great, we're doomed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-6790695752875837110?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6790695752875837110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=6790695752875837110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/6790695752875837110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/6790695752875837110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/12/chapter-seven.html' title='Chapter Seven'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R3sRMtUiXWI/AAAAAAAAABg/uSLUqZ0GzlE/s72-c/seven.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-3267472057979256878</id><published>2007-12-17T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:12:20.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight No Chaser - 12 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had to show this to someone! The WoW factor is 11/10!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-3267472057979256878?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3267472057979256878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=3267472057979256878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/3267472057979256878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/3267472057979256878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/12/straight-no-chaser-12-days.html' title='Straight No Chaser - 12 Days'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-6954973402368056472</id><published>2007-12-17T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:20:54.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking the brick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R2cgbIT8TiI/AAAAAAAAABM/dLuD75Na8ic/s1600-h/brick_big_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R2cgbIT8TiI/AAAAAAAAABM/dLuD75Na8ic/s320/brick_big_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145116749753765410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have been waiting for me to post Chapter Seven, Sorry but I have had writers block the past few weeks but I recenly threw out the writers blocks and I have new ideas!&lt;br /&gt;I have had many people  tell me the charaters in my books be older but I'm not sure. Post a comment and tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-6954973402368056472?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6954973402368056472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=6954973402368056472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/6954973402368056472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/6954973402368056472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/12/kicking-brick.html' title='Kicking the brick'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R2cgbIT8TiI/AAAAAAAAABM/dLuD75Na8ic/s72-c/brick_big_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-6685034126207553358</id><published>2007-11-19T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:26:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R0qysqY7HuI/AAAAAAAAABE/bFRwEmEtUvo/s1600-h/six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R0qysqY7HuI/AAAAAAAAABE/bFRwEmEtUvo/s320/six.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137114805332287202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity was asleep. Still, she was mildly aware of what was happening around her. Suddenly the bus came to an abrupt stop and jolted her to full conciousness. She didn't show she was awake though, trick her Dad taught her.&lt;br /&gt;     She heard a thundering of footsteps, then scilence.&lt;br /&gt;     Ten voices. Josh and someone else.&lt;br /&gt;     More voices. Coming toward her!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     She tensed up and opened her eyes a crack. Josh was coming!&lt;br /&gt;     "One step." she thought, "If he gets one step closer," and of course he did.&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity immeadiatly grabbed his hand and twisted it between his back.&lt;br /&gt;     Her dad had made her take self defence classes. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;     "Nobody, Not even &lt;strong&gt;My DAD&lt;/strong&gt; touches me &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;    Ms. Wilder gasped. She had seen some prety strange behavior from Felicity but nothing this...violent.&lt;br /&gt;     "Felicity, let go of Joshua right now."&lt;br /&gt;     "Gladly." she thought as she dropped his grimy hands like touching them would give her cancer.&lt;br /&gt;     Their teacher continued, "Now, I put you two together so you could learn to work together and I expect you to. Am I clear?"&lt;br /&gt;     Josh nodded. So did Felicity( but considerably less enthused).&lt;br /&gt;     Josh filed off the bus. Felicity turned to do the same but she was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;     "And Felicity, if I see any more of this nonscense you will be booted of this trip, now go catch up with your buddy."&lt;br /&gt;      As soon as the class was back under control Ms. Wilder lead them to a field in front of a small cabin. There they were greeted by a tall,lean man in green pants, a green shirt, and a wide brimmed had.        &lt;br /&gt;     "Hi everyone," he said, "I'm Rander Mike and I'm going to be leading your first activity at Camp Silverlake: The daily hike!"&lt;br /&gt;     "Hike!?!" Felicity yelped. "It's like..." she paused to check her watch, "Only 6:23!"&lt;br /&gt;     Ranger Mike chuckled, "I've been up since  3:00." Afew kids gasped in awe.&lt;br /&gt;     "Ok now, because this is your first hike I will be going easy on you. How 'bout to Silver lake Pond. Thats what this camp is named after ya' know?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Duh!" Felicity thought.&lt;br /&gt;     Mike was still speaking, "It's only a one mile hike."&lt;br /&gt;     "One Mile!" Felicity shuddered at the thought. The most she had ever walked was to school. She only lived a block away and she never did that again.&lt;br /&gt;     Mike frowned, "Well actually it is a two mile hike there and back but if you don't like this trail there is a nice scenic fifteen mile trail a mile that-a-ways." he teased pointing to the right.&lt;br /&gt;     "No!" Felicity hollered. "The two mile one is fine. Right Josh?"&lt;br /&gt;     Josh, who was standing beside her,nodded, surpried Felicity was talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;     Mike grinned, "Ok, two mile hike it is. Now before we start the hike there are two things we have to do."&lt;br /&gt;     Mike lead them into the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;     "The first thing we have to do is get rid of all electronic devices."&lt;br /&gt;     There was collective groan thrughout the the tiny cabin.&lt;br /&gt;     Bruce raised his hand, then started speaking without waiting to be called on, "But I just got Brain Smashers IV for my game station MIni!" he whined pulling it ou of his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;     "Well," Mike added "I bet you'll find someting more fun to do!" &lt;br /&gt;     "I doubt it." He grumbled under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;     Mike convineantly ignored him and passed out bags to hold the electronics in.&lt;br /&gt;     A girl raised her hand, "Do watches count?"&lt;br /&gt;     Mike smiled, "What do they run on?"&lt;br /&gt;     She rolled her eyes, "Batteries, what else."&lt;br /&gt;     "Ok then. There's your answer."&lt;br /&gt;     "What  else would they run on?" she asked, mildly curious for the first time since they got there.&lt;br /&gt;     The Ranger raised his rm and showed his watch, "Well mine runs on solar power."&lt;br /&gt;     She gasped and ran to see it, "Cool!!!!! Were'd ya' get it?"&lt;br /&gt;     He smiled smugly, "Bonus."&lt;br /&gt;     He collected the bags and put them in a chest with a lock.&lt;br /&gt;     "Ok now, each of you get a bag. They hae water and energy bars in them."&lt;br /&gt;     As soon as the words 'energy bars' were spoken Felicity's ears pricked up.&lt;br /&gt;     She realisedshe hadn't eaten anything since a dry pop-tart on the bus and she had only eaten half of it. For an eleven year old she had more mture tastes.&lt;br /&gt;     She grbbed her bag and swllowed the two bars in there. She then grbbed Josh and ate his too.&lt;br /&gt;     "Hey!" Josh protested, "She Mhmmgmmh." Felicity thrust her hand oer his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;     "Josh's bag doesn't have ny bars in it." She declared, quicky recovering..&lt;br /&gt;     Mike checked the bag then smiled, "Nice save. Keep it up and you'll be on your way to becoming a Jr. Ranger."&lt;br /&gt;      Felicity cocked her head, "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;      "On every tour we award  kid one. Someone who is observent, brave, all that stuff. They get a badge like this," he explained holding it up, "And wenever they go to any one of our camps across the U.S. they get special privialiges. Kinda like backstage psses."&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity shrugged her shoulders, "Well, I'm never coming to  another one of these crummy parks again so it doesn't matter." she whispered, even though she was secretly interested.&lt;br /&gt;     Mike opened the door, "Ok you wimps, lets go alredy."&lt;br /&gt;     Everyone filed excitedly out the door to begin the hike.&lt;br /&gt;     "Bet you don't last five minutes." Josh snickered.&lt;br /&gt;     "Hey!" Felicity started, offended, "I.."&lt;br /&gt;     "Make tht five seconds. You're stnding in an ant pile."&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity yelped and jumped up in terror. She didn't like anything with more then four legs.&lt;br /&gt;     As he watched Joshua rolling on the ground, laughing his heart out Mike stared, sighed, then popped two all natural asprins. &lt;br /&gt;     "I better get a raise for this." he grudgingly thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-6685034126207553358?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/6685034126207553358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=6685034126207553358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/6685034126207553358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/6685034126207553358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-six.html' title='Chapter Six'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/R0qysqY7HuI/AAAAAAAAABE/bFRwEmEtUvo/s72-c/six.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-958387546139670996</id><published>2007-11-05T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:27:41.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RzaHMdPGKcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sgtyI4UwDH0/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RzaHMdPGKcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sgtyI4UwDH0/s320/pic5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131437473511385538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity pouted in her seat. &lt;strong&gt;She should&lt;/strong&gt; be sleeping on her new micro beaded travel pillow (Now arched to relieve tension in neck &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt; shoulders!) but of course, she couldn't fall asleep sitting next to Joshua. &lt;br /&gt;     She shuffled in her seat and tried to sit as close to the window as possible.That wasn't very easy because Joshua was sprawled aross the seat, taking up what little space she had. She tried to catch Kimberly's eye a few times but Kimberly was too caught up in her &lt;em&gt;fasinating&lt;/em&gt; conversation on lipgloss with Maria Sanchez. Once, about a half hour into the drive, Felicity got Kimberly's attention. She was rewarded with a sympathetic look. Then Kimberly turned right back to Maria and the question of which lipgloss is the shiniest.&lt;br /&gt;     She sighed, then yawned. She really was tierd.&lt;br /&gt;     "Well," She thought, "If I just close my eyes for a-" and she was gone. Drifting off to sleep before she could finish her thought.&lt;br /&gt;     Joshua looked across his seat. Fianally she was asleep. Now he could get to more important isues. Like the mercy championships.&lt;br /&gt;     He turned around so his back faced Felicity and his front faced Bruce.&lt;br /&gt;     Now Bruce was not the shinest apple in the fruit bowl, and to illustrate my piont: When he brought a paper machae sculpture of himself for his "All About Me" project, evem Mrs. Wilder had a hard time telling them apart.&lt;br /&gt;     But what he lacked in intellegence he made up for in strengh. Bruce had almost singlehandedly won the last tug-of-war matches with neighboring classes(Truthfully everyone was holding the rope but only on student was pulling.) That meant, of course that he would be one of the fianalists. In fact, some people wouldn't even challenge him. They just forfeited which was just fine for him. Now in the presense of everyone the mercy finals were about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;     Bruce quickly won the first two matches, bending back Josh's fingers with uncanny skill. Josh,However, won the third. He proceded to win twi more rounds. Then Bruce, not to be undone, won the sixth.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh cracked his finger sto get ready for the seventh and final round when Ms. WIlder came over and stopped them. Three kids ad already broken fingers playing that game. She didn't want to add two more kids to the list.&lt;br /&gt;     "So," Bruce asked,"How are we going to end this?" &lt;br /&gt;     Josh thought, any other contest of strengh he would be sure to lose and there was no contest of skill he could do in the bus so he would have do do a contest of luck. Or Not-so-luck.&lt;br /&gt;     "How 'bout a coin toss," he said as uninterestedly as he could. "Heads I win, tails you lose."&lt;br /&gt;      Now a average person would see through that trick in a few moments Bruce was not an average person. Still Josh was worried Bruce sense the trick. For a second he thought he saw the light of regognition on Bruce's face but it passed as quickly as it came.&lt;br /&gt;      "Uh,Ok." Bruce fished a quater out of his pocket and flicked it against his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;     "Head's!" Bruce called as it arched then started to fall.&lt;br /&gt;      Josh snached it out of the air and smacked it in the back of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;      "Tails, you lose." Bruce grunted and plunged his hand into his pocket again. This time he came up with the $5.00 bill he had previously staked on his victory.&lt;br /&gt;      Joshua snached the bill and added it to the other 5 his Mother had slipped him. Bruce made a mental note to pummel Josh later.&lt;br /&gt;      Suddenly he felt a jolt.&lt;br /&gt;      The bus had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;      They were there.&lt;br /&gt;      Josh peered out the window. An old faded sign stard back at him.&lt;br /&gt;      Camp SilverLake.&lt;br /&gt;      "Single file." Ms. Wilder said, knowing nobody was listening. How right she was. All the students sped off the bus, happy to be able to finally get up after hours of driving.&lt;br /&gt;       Screams of "Where's the bathroom?" echoed throughout the camp.&lt;br /&gt;       Josh ran out to join everyone else when he was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;       Ms. Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;       "Your buddy?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;       Felicity! He had forgoten about her. He groaned and went to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;       He trugged over to where Felicity was still sleeping and streached out his hand to tap her lightly on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;       He had bearly brushed her shoulder when...&lt;br /&gt;       Felicity's eyes shot open, her arm shot out and before he knnew it his arm was twisted behind his back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-958387546139670996?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/958387546139670996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=958387546139670996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/958387546139670996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/958387546139670996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-five.html' title='Chapter Five'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RzaHMdPGKcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sgtyI4UwDH0/s72-c/pic5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-2245577066024048299</id><published>2007-10-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:55:49.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/Rx1UmJ_77zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EyBL-v_Lc1Y/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/Rx1UmJ_77zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EyBL-v_Lc1Y/s320/pic4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124344965513342770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, Joshua woke up with a start and looked at his cheap, flickering LCD clock his Mom had bought him.&lt;br /&gt;     6:00!&lt;br /&gt;     They were supposed to be at school by 5:30! His Mom must have forgot to wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;     He got dressed and ran into the living room. He thought about waking his Mom but she wouldn't mind himleaving. Anyways he could just Ms. Wilder to call her. &lt;br /&gt;     He picked up his skimpy travel bag and ran out of the open door, his feet scarcely touching the floor.&lt;br /&gt;     When he got there the buses were just leaving the gates.&lt;br /&gt;     "Wait!" he screamed, his arms flailing.&lt;br /&gt;     The driver didn't even hear him, not that it mattered, he knew that once the bus left the school property there was no turning back. School board policy. Ms. Wilder had drummed that into their heads in the weks before the trip.&lt;br /&gt;      Someone did notice him though. Felicity smiled evily and waved as the bus passed by him.&lt;br /&gt;     Brownish water splased him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;      Then he woke up for real and looked at his clock.&lt;br /&gt;     2:00.&lt;br /&gt;     A nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;     A nightmare he had three more times.&lt;br /&gt;     When it was 5:00 he lept out of bed and into his new(old) jeans, (Garage sales were handy but he hated thinking that someone elses butt had been in his pants) and a comfortable t-shirt. His Mom was allready downstairs. Baking blueberry pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;     Caroline only made blueberry pancakes when  something really good happened. Like when Josh got his arm out of a sling. This was a really special day. Something Josh was actually excited about. She was beging to worry she would never see his eyes sparkle again.&lt;br /&gt;  Before his Mom could even say Good Morning Josh had wolfed down his pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;     "Woah, whats the rush? Oh the trip. Well et in the car I'll drive you."&lt;br /&gt;     Josh gulped down a glass of orange juice and nodded "Thanks Mom."&lt;br /&gt;     Before she could even turn around he was already in the car, with his stuff, ready. She smiled and shook her head. It was way better than watching him mope around all day.&lt;br /&gt;     When they got there most of the kids were already there. He got into his place, 7th in line. His Mom watched him for a while then asked, "Are you ok now, can I leave?" &lt;br /&gt;     "Sure Mom. Bye." Caroline resisted the urge to hug her son in front of everyone in risk of embarasing him even though, unknown to her that's just what he needed.&lt;br /&gt;     On the way out she noticed Mrs. Merendez, Felicity's Mother. They had met before on Open House. Not a bad person but a bit too upity for her taste. She almost had the whole thing cancelled having a fit over why they didn't have caviar.&lt;br /&gt;     The bus driver called "All aboared!" and everyone did. Josh ran in to get a window seat but it was already taken. Felicity sat there her long ebony draped over the seat cushion. Hey hazel eyes said "Give me a reason!".&lt;br /&gt;     He glumly slid into the outside seat and sulked.&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity thought about apologizing but, after looking at him, decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;     The teachers on the buses wre supposed to count the students but they both decided not to. A kid has never been lost on a trip before. What were the chances it would happen now? When asked if they had all their students they both answered yes, not knowing how big of a problem their mistake would later cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-2245577066024048299?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/2245577066024048299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=2245577066024048299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/2245577066024048299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/2245577066024048299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-four.html' title='Chapter Four'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/Rx1UmJ_77zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EyBL-v_Lc1Y/s72-c/pic4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-3050836886988589287</id><published>2007-10-18T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:23:08.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxgG8Z_77yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mv4y7LLPnKA/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxgG8Z_77yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mv4y7LLPnKA/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122852210974912290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity walked home, or rather she walked across the street and into a Cadillac and her Dad's chauffeur drove her home.&lt;br /&gt;     She slouched in the fur lined luxury seats and sighed. Why had she blown up on him. She knew he was trying to be nice but...&lt;br /&gt;     The car stopped in front of a gigantic house. She stayed inside the car for a few moments then rapped on the car door with her knuckes a few times.&lt;br /&gt;     Davin, The chauffeur walked out briskly and opened the door for her. Felicity tried to remembered the last time she opened a door out side of school. She couldn't remember any.&lt;br /&gt;     Davin ran forward to open the house door for her. She stepped in and slipped off her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;     Seeing no one was there the steped through the living room and into the kitchen. The flung the Fridge door open and scanned the contents. She selected a bowl of caviar then went to the couch to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;     About half-way through the bowl the door opened. It was her Mom.&lt;br /&gt;     "Honey are you home?" Felicity raised her hand because her mouth was full.&lt;br /&gt;     "Oh there you are. I was wondering would you want to go shopping. We have'nt done anything together in a while."&lt;br /&gt;     She shook her head "No Mom. It's o.k., maybe later."&lt;br /&gt;     Mer Mom gasped mentally. She couldn't remember the last time her daughter had turned down a shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;     "Are you o.k.? Did something happen." Suddenly she stopped, "Was it a boy?"&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity thought for a few seconds, "Kinda."&lt;br /&gt;     Her Mom sat down, "I remembered when I was you age and I started noticing boys..."&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity made a face, "It's not even like that Mom. Now can I please have some privacy."&lt;br /&gt;     She backed off knowing with all her motherly wisdom that this was a hard time for a young lady. Boys were a difficult subject.&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity finished of the caviar then went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;     Three hours early.&lt;br /&gt;     Her Mom checked her temperature to make sure the was feeling ok.&lt;br /&gt;     She wasn't but the thermomator did not know that.&lt;br /&gt;     As she was falling asleep she remembered shoving Josh of an airboat in third grade. That helped calm her down.&lt;br /&gt;     A little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-3050836886988589287?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/3050836886988589287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=3050836886988589287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/3050836886988589287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/3050836886988589287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-three.html' title='Chapter Three'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxgG8Z_77yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mv4y7LLPnKA/s72-c/pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-2722265956600593509</id><published>2007-10-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:48:23.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxaLiZ_77wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Co2P3NvD84s/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxaLiZ_77wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Co2P3NvD84s/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122435049391386370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Joshua kicked a coke can as he trudged down the street. What right did she have. He rounded the corner. &lt;br /&gt;     "Three." he thought. Three more turns until he came back to the dump he called home(And dump is not even an exzageration. They lived across the street from a dump. It was the cheapest house they couls afford). &lt;br /&gt;     He kicked the can again. Since his Dad's drinking problem had gotten worse he had started the counting.&lt;br /&gt;     He blew a strand of sandy blond hair out of his face. Two more turns.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh wondered if his dad was in a good mood or if is system was overloaded with alcohol like last night. He rubbed a fresh wound hidden under his too short sleave.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh crossed the street and made another turn, more slowly to savor his freedom. &lt;br /&gt;     One more turn.&lt;br /&gt;     He rounded the last corner, almost reluctantly then sighed and reluctantly crossed the property line.&lt;br /&gt;     No sirens, that was a good sign. He got closer, No screaming either.&lt;br /&gt;     He dug around in his pocket for the key them opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;     The living room was dark and dank and smelt like liquor. His dad was slumped on the one chair in the house sleeping with a can of beer on his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh trippeed over a pile of unused books and hit the ground. He lay on the floor for a bit, exprcting a beating but his father just moved his head and kept snoring.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh's Mom, Caroline, rushed out silently and shushed him."&lt;br /&gt;     "He's been sleeping all day but no need to wake him up now"&lt;br /&gt;     Joshua nodded, knowing he was alot less trouble when he was sleeping. He tiptoed over to his room and his Mom folowed. &lt;br /&gt;     She sat cross-legged on his bed. "So ow was your day."&lt;br /&gt;     She asked him this every day. No matter how buzy or tired she was."&lt;br /&gt;     Josh thought abou his day. "I don't want to talk about it" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;     Caroline nodded. She had days like that too. &lt;br /&gt;     She got up to leave then remembered something.&lt;br /&gt;     "Oh, wait. I almost forgot." She walked out then back in after a few seconds, now holding a giftwraped package.&lt;br /&gt;     "Wow, wrapping!" Josh thought. They did'nt use wrapping unless it was absolutly nessesary or special.&lt;br /&gt;     "Well what are you waiting for? Open it up!"&lt;br /&gt;     He tore at the wrapping untill he saw the present underneath and gasped.&lt;br /&gt;     It was, simply put a sleeping bag but not like the one he used to sleep outside when his Dad was on a rampage. It was an expensive one. The type you would find in an outdoors stoor. With down lining to keep it extra warm.&lt;br /&gt;     "Mom, this must have cost a fortune!" wondering where she got the money from. His Dad had deluded himself into thinking that any money made went to his drinking fund.&lt;br /&gt;     "Don't worry, I've been saving a few pennies here and there." &lt;br /&gt;     She smilled. Caroline liked seeing her son happy.&lt;br /&gt;     "O.k., bed tomorow is Saturday. Then Sunday is the big trip. You need to get your rest!"&lt;br /&gt;     She started to tuck him in(something she insisted she did every night untill he moved out.) when he stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;     "Mom, can I sleep in my sleeping bag tonight? Please?"&lt;br /&gt;     She shrugged, "Whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;     She kissed him goodnight and walked out softly. So for the first in many nights Josh went to bed happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               -End Of Chapter Two-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-2722265956600593509?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/2722265956600593509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=2722265956600593509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/2722265956600593509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/2722265956600593509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-two.html' title='Chapter Two'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxaLiZ_77wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Co2P3NvD84s/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-735044072414470582</id><published>2007-10-16T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:40:36.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxVhiZ_77vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R-3U9psyxBc/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxVhiZ_77vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R-3U9psyxBc/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122107394926309106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity looked at the list.&lt;br /&gt;     No!&lt;br /&gt;     She checked it again, maybe she read wrong.&lt;br /&gt;     Nooo! Felicity groaned. Anything was better than this. &lt;strong&gt;Anything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her best friend, Kimberly, walked up to her&lt;br /&gt;     "What's up?" she asked sensing something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity just pointed at the list. Kimberly scanned the list then gasped."oh    I'm sorry. I don't see how you got paired up with him".&lt;br /&gt;     "Him" was Joshua Derives.&lt;br /&gt;     He was a pretty o.k. guy but the fact that he was at the bottom of his class paired with the fact that he was a slob made him a prime candidate for teasing.&lt;br /&gt;     "At least you don't have to share a tent with him." Kimberly mused, "He's a boy."&lt;br /&gt;     "Yeah," Felicity agreed, "I would just die if I had to."&lt;br /&gt;     Everyone was looking forward to the annual 4th grade camping trip that closed out the nature unit in science. Felicity had specially requested that her partner be Kimberly but she got stuck with Josh!?! That was at the other end of the spectrum!&lt;br /&gt;     It was the end of class so she went to see her teacher. She was grading papers.&lt;br /&gt;     Ms. Wilder was hurriedly grading papers when a shadow fell over her desk. A dark angry shadow. She looked up, it was Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;     Ms. Wilder groaned inwardly. She was expecting her.&lt;br /&gt;     It took all of Felicity's will power not to just let out what she was feeling and scream at Ms. Wilder. All of it. But to be fair, Ms. Wilder wasn't having such an easy time keeping a straight face either. It had been a tough day. Jerry Washington had stuck two crayons up his nose and nearly passed out.&lt;br /&gt;     But now she just made a mental note to take two aspirins when she got home and plastered on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;     "What can I do for you Felicity?" she asked although she already knew what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;     "I want to know," Felicity said, struggling to keep her voice even tempered, "How I got paired up with Josh?" she practically spat.&lt;br /&gt;     "I won't have you talking about any of my students that way.: she said, frowning slightly because she  felt the same way about him.&lt;br /&gt;     "Besides, you're always paired up with Kimberly. I thought this time we would try something new!"&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity nodded, although on the inside she was fighting back tears. She blinked them back and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;     Ms. Wilder shook her head. She would have handled it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;     Now while all this was happening, Josh was at the other side of the school thinking almost the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;    How did he get stuck with "Miss Snotty Uppity Know-It-All". Sure she was popular and rich, she hated him and the feeling was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;     He remembered the last time they had been paired up. The trip to the Everglades. He almost drowned and he got his brand new shirt ruined.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh swallowed, he didn't get new shirts very often. He remembered how she and all her friends had laughed at him when he wore the shirt to school the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;     They were like vultures. He almost never wore that shirt again but like I said, he didn't get a lot of new clothes. In fact he was wearing the shirt right now.&lt;br /&gt;     It's arms were frayed and it was tight. If you looked closely you could still tell which side he had smacked off the swamp buggy and into the mucky swampland.&lt;br /&gt;     He knew that he was going to have to wear the shirt until it was absolutely shredded.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh thought about complaining but he was already on thin ice with his teacher. He walked off the school's campus and down the sidewalk, absentmindedly swinging his arms. About a block down the street Josh's arms collided with Felicity's books which she was carrying for a change( Usually she paid someone to do it for her).&lt;br /&gt;     They slammed on the floor and Josh scrambled to pick all of them up.&lt;br /&gt;     "I'm sorry...really,really.. I didn't mean...I-"&lt;br /&gt;     Felicity put her hand up.&lt;br /&gt;     "Stop talking."&lt;br /&gt;     Josh did.&lt;br /&gt;     "Drop my stuff." They fell to the floor with a hard thud.&lt;br /&gt;     She pulled out a small spray canister from her pocket  and sprayed it all over the books. Then she picked them up. Josh got a whiff of it. Air Freshener.&lt;br /&gt;     "Now don't you ever &lt;strong&gt;EVER &lt;/strong&gt; touch my stuff again." She turned on her heel and strutted away.&lt;br /&gt;     Josh, still a little confused about what happened also walked away.&lt;br /&gt;     "Jerk!" they both thought as they walked home in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           -End Of Chapter One-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-735044072414470582?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/735044072414470582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=735044072414470582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/735044072414470582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/735044072414470582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-one.html' title='Chapter One'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxVhiZ_77vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R-3U9psyxBc/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6333172317719999256.post-650531893687869749</id><published>2007-10-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:56:26.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxQL6Z_77uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnBgXSfFy6s/s1600-h/write.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxQL6Z_77uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnBgXSfFy6s/s320/write.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121731774266470114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to-(Deep announcer voice)- "Destiny's writing project"(echo,echo,echo)&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping this under tight wraps for a few weeks but soon I will be releasing things slowly(I kinda hate typing so it makes almost no sence that I am making a blog). I already wrote out the first chapter(Did I say that out loud) but I am still typing it. Also I kida..sorta...lost my notebook-(Turns red in shame)-. Ok, I'm out be back tomorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6333172317719999256-650531893687869749?l=ddwp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/feeds/650531893687869749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6333172317719999256&amp;postID=650531893687869749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/650531893687869749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6333172317719999256/posts/default/650531893687869749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddwp.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-to-deep-announcer-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BC0A9DUmJ6U/RxQL6Z_77uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnBgXSfFy6s/s72-c/write.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
