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Michael asks…

Do you like the beginning of my story?

I’ve already started writing it and my friends’ tell me my story’s good. Now, I have 196 pages’ and I am on chapter 8. But,I need people I don’t know to tell me their opinion on this story. So please tell me what you think. Mean or nice I don’t care, I need the truth. Here it is:

Preface- My Dad and I. Closer than close. Tighter than any knot could ever be. One out of the only two people I knew who really loved me, him and my Mom. But so much has changed, now. That one night when he came home later than he had ever, and just in those fifteens’ he’d been home. The fifteen that had changed my world upside down. The night he tried to kill my Mom and me.
I didn’t understand. Why had change come? Why is it that the ones you love are also the ones who crush you, too? Why is it that life is full of amazing things’, but also has an equal amount of horrible things’? I don’t get it, why?
The terrible moment with my Dad was still very fresh. Which also means very painful and a difficult to carry on my shoulders’.
Katie Nightwood is my name. And admitting this just in my head is not nearly as painful as saying it aloud, but I have to say, I hate my Dad. He’s the biggest problem I have in my life. He’s the reason me and my Mom have to move. Remembering the time my Mom had to tell me we’re moving was awful and painful. Even though I always hated it here in California, I had so many friends’ I did not want to leave. My Mom always said, ‘it’s for the best.’ (Like I hadn’t heard that in cheesy movies’).
Him and my Mom where planning on getting a divorce. She (A.K.A. my Mom) wanted to handle that situation in a calm way,… my Dad had other ideas’. And boy was I the luckiest teen on earth when I walked in our living room to see my Dad choking my Mom, yelling,
“ You’ll never forgive yourself if you chose this! Is this really what you would want, for you, for me, would you do that to Katie?”
My Mom barely managed but she choked out,
“ Please” -gasp- “ It’s better this way.” I felt so helpless just standing there, doing nothing. My legs’ wouldn’t move. They were struck with complete horror! My legs’ didn’t hold much longer, though, they’d given up on me, because, I felt my knees hit the floor and the side of my face right up against it.
I had felt like I stayed on the floor for too long (even though less than ten seconds had passed), so I sat up slowly leaning up against the wall. My chest felt like it might combust from the firing pain whirling in all directions’.
Taking in three cool deep breaths’ before I crawled toward the home phone hooked up in the wall. My hands’ where shaking uncontrollably as I dialed nine-one-one. They picked up on the first ring. My voice trembled with terror as I explained what the problem was and then told them my address. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but, my Dad must have heard me when I sniffled. He looked up at me.
The policeman repeated the address to see if he had it correct, but I wasn’t listening. The police officer was worried when I didn’t respond, I could hear it in his voice. He yelled for the other officers’ to get ready, they were on a serious mission.
My Dad knew what I was doing. He wasn’t an idiot I took him for most of the time. No, of course not. He’s known me since birth. He’s the one who taught me what to do in case of an emergency similar to this (how ironic). I so wished that this was just a bad dream.
That’s when it happend. My Dad let go of my Mom, letting her fall.
He headed straight for me! I was to scared, and surprised I could concentrate more clearly than I thought.
Picture a live rat, in a field of nothing. But a snake appears’ out of no where and is making it’s way over to you. And before you could think about an escape, it gobbles you up with your squeal of death. In this case, I was the rat, and my Dad was the snake going for the kill.
My brain wasn’t working enough to know how to move out of the way. My Mom’s perish head hit the floor so hard, it sounded like it would put her out for days’.
My Dad was getting closer to me! I let out a big scream as soon as he was nothing than a foot away from me. He tackled me onto the floor completely pulling the corded phone out the wall. And he then picked me up slamming me against the wall. Punching, kicking, smacking, scratching every part of my body.
The pain of my Father doing this to me hurt. This was far more worse than breaking a leg, or maybe even doing a flip off the diving board, planning to land in the water, but, your head falls right on the diving board.
Moments’ later I thanked the lord for making my body go numb from my neck to my toes’.
My face was on the floor again, few minutes’ pasted and there was slight pressure on the back of my head. I turned it to the side, noticing the pressure was my Dads foot!
My Mom moved then, which caught my attention. I could swear on my life that I saw her smiling. She noticed the confused and helpless look on
Oh, and the story is called:
Remembering,
Because If I Forget, It’ll be Forever

(The title has little/some to do with her Dad and something else that’s not in what I mentioned)
Plus i can’t send out anymore because what I have hasn’t been fully edited yet. It took me a whole hour just to EDIT this little piece.
Ok, don’t worry about the Mom. She’s not evil or anything, for smiling at that certain part. You’d have to read more of the story, it tells you why. But I’m not telling. Nor am I sending out anymore of the story I already have, there are people who could try and steal it and I have worked my fingers and brain to hard to let that happend :) . But, no worries on the Mom good person.
And no this really DIDN’T happend. Just came from my brain.
Also I’m 13 does it sound good for someone who just turned 13 years old?
AH CRAP, sorry guys, i didn’t know it cut me off at the end til I re-read it. Heres the end:

My Mom moved then, which caught my attention. I could swear on my life that I saw her smiling. She noticed the confused and helpless look on my face and wiped clear of emotion.
I closed my eyes. But the pressure only got worse. My hands twitched as I heard sirens’. The last thing I remember hearing was my Dad say, “ I hate you, I hate you Katie.” His voice calm but there was so much hatred, it was terrifying.
And that’s how the nightmare began.
P.S. the story gets happier then sad then happy. Sort of and on and off thing.

LoveKnots answers:

Awsome i would read it

Susan asks…

definitions of marriage?

[1] the dawn of romance and the commencement of history;
[2] a word that should be pronounced as “mirage”;
[3] an event, for the upper middle class, is the only adventure left;
[4] a very good way to promote civilization – if you get a good wife you will be happy, if you get a bad one you will become a philosopher {Socrates};
[5] a process much like a cafeteria – you carefully look over the choices, select what looks the best – and pay later;
[6] an event which is called “tying the knot” – unfortunately, the knot can be a noose;
[7] a word which always means commitment – but so does insanity;
[8] a ceremony favored in England – it’s the only way to beat their cold winters and lack of central heating;
[9] something that changes the demeanor of a driver – there is no longer any effort needed to keep both hands on the wheel;
[10] the only permanent cure for love;
[11] is only compatible when the man makes a living and his wife makes living worthwhile;
[12] the only adventure open to the cowardly;
[13] something which is called a feast – unfortunately, sometimes the appetizer is better than the main course;
[14] a group which consists of: a master, a mistress, and two slaves, making in all, two;
[15] the alliance of two people, one who never remembers birthdays, and the other who never forgets them;
[16] the process that turns a female from an attraction into a distraction;
[17] a legal custom which turns a man into the captive audience of his wife;
[18] that ceremony which makes more strange bedfellows than politics;
[19] a rite where two people, under the influence most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal and exhausting condition until death do them part;
[20] occurs where a man gets hooked by his own line;
[21] in America, is the only legal method of suppressing freedom of speech;
[22] is made out of two toothbrushes but a single tube of toothpaste;
[23] is just a three-ring circus: engagement, wedding, and suffer;
[24] the process of finding out the kind of guy your wife would have preferred;
[25] a condition where no wife gets what she expected, and no husband expected what he was getting;
[26] the ceremony which provides a man with something that, sooner or later, he will find he can’t blame on the government;
[27] a tradition which would suffer considerably if men had to pay the minister the same fee they will eventually have to pay the divorce lawyer;
[28] is much like a pair of shears, so joined so the parts cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who tries to come between them;
[29] the continuous process of getting used to things you never expected;
[30] a status which depends upon two to be successful but only one to turn into a failure;
[31] is a book in which the first chapter is written in poetry and the rest of the pages is prose;
[32] a bargain, and a sensible person understands that someone must get the better of any bargain;
[33] in Japanese is called “Judo” – the art of conquering by yielding. This is the western equivalent of “Yes, dear”;
[34] a confrontation which always demands the greatest understanding of the subtle art of insincerity possible between two human beings;
[35] is not a word, but a sentence;
[36] a delightful form of combat where you get to sleep with the enemy;
[37] an investment that pays big dividends if you manage to keep up the interest.

LoveKnots answers:

Lol funny not sad

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