About a Boy Quote

"It happens, and I wish it didn't, but that's life, isn't it?"

I chose this quote because when I read it, I felt like it spoke to me. I think this is exactly what life is. Sometimes things happen and we are grateful, other times we are not so grateful. But whatever happens, we have to accept it. There is no way of changing the past regardless of if we want to or not. For example, I wish that I never lost any of my friends. Unfortunately, I cannot change that this happened. That is life. We accept what has happened and we move on. When I make friends with an old enemy, I am glad that it has happened and I cannot go back and change that. I accept the new reality. If I so please, I can try to reconnect with the old friend or I can try to make my new friend an enemy again. But this does not change the past, it is only changing the present. We must accept life, we do not really have a choice. Some things we can change for the present and the future, but the past cannot be altered. You cannot pretend you did not lose that friend for a period of time. You cannot change the fact that that this renewed enemy was once your friend. There are people in my life, maybe out of my life, that I wish had treated me differently. People that ignored my messages, people that made me feel used or worthless. I can choose to keep them out of my life now-- that is one of my choices now. However, I cannot go back and pretend they were never in my life. I cannot change the fact that I trusted them, change the fact that they hurt me. "It happens, and I wish it didn't, but that's life, isn't it?"

"Just Sit Down."

The red circle is where I was sitting!

*sitting on a bench in the west front entrance of the school*

Sitting on this bench in front of the school makes me feel nostalgic. It makes me think of how long I have gone to Kickapoo, and how different my life is now than it was when I first walked through these doors. From this spot I can see the spot I used to be dropped off at in the mornings. Where my dad would pick me up for orthodontist appointments sometimes. I see the parking spot of the drivers ed car, the first car I ever really drove. The front entrance of the school is to my left. I think about all the times I have walked through those doors. Sometimes I was sad, sometimes I was happy. This is the exact spot I was sitting on the last day of school a few years ago. The last student to leave the school. I have been here, in front of the school, in many types of weather. Sunny and hot, rainy, humid, snowy-- you name it. Today it is brisk outside. I enjoy it. The sky is gray with a little bit of pale blue peaking behind it. My favorite weather.

If...

13. If you had to name the most difficult thing about being a teenager today, what would you say?
It is hard to be a teenager because everyone expects you to act like an adult, but nobody wants to treat you like one. 

16. If you could go back to one place in your life, where would you go?
I would go back to Saturday, November 30th, because my family was all together (unfortunately, excluding my little brother Patrick due to the fact that he had to go to work. :( ) in Branson. We were all getting along that day and had a lot of fun playing games and doing activities together. We decorated cookies, played Pacman, had Ping-Pong wars, Bingo, and even sang karaoke. We were not fighting, and even my mom was playing games and participating along with us. This does not happen very often, so it was a nice treat. I have to say this is one of my happiest memories in my life.

Lists of 12 on 12/2

12 Places I Want to Go and 2 People I Want to Take

1. Hawaii: I would take my godmother Wendy because she would be up to do fun things with me, but she would also force me to do or try things out of my comfort level. I would experience more if she was there. I would also take my friend Kailee because she would be fun to have around when hanging out on the beach or shopping.

2. Paris: I would take my friend Ronald with me. I say this because he knows some french, and he would be able to appreciate the museums and architecture as much as I would. I would also take my mother because she likes to learn and appreciate things like museums too, so I think she would enjoy going.

3. Venice: I want to go see Venice with Kailee because she and I have always had a dream of going there together and enjoying the boat rides and Italian food. If it were possible, I also would not mind taking Nancy Drew. She is always prepared and will surely always have an Italian-to-English dictionary.

4. Ireland: I would like to take my best friend Olivia with me to Ireland because I know her and I could have fun inside on a rainy day, and also because I know she would be up for exploring and learning when I wanted to. She would be fun to travel with. I also would take my brother Patrick, because he and I could have a fun time going to see castles and just enjoying the outdoors.

5. New York City: I would take Ronald and my sister Noelle with me to New York City. I say this, because Ronald knows the city and could show me around and tell me where all the best places to go are. I would take my sister Noelle with me because she would enjoy the shoppig and the city as much as I do.

6. Washington D.C.:  I have been here before, but I would go again with my my mom and step-dad. My step-dad is a political science professor, and he would do a good job at being a "personal tour guide." (As my mom put it when they went to D.C. for their honeymoon. :P) I would take my mother because like I said, she enjoys learning and museums as much as I do.

7. Hollywood: I would take my dad with me to Hollywood because he loves movies as much as I do, and it would be fun to see where some of our favorites were filmed and to learn more about film in general. I would also take my mom because she would enjoy taking tours with me and learning about them too.

8. Mexico: If I were to go to Mexico, I would have liked to take the young version of my black-grandma with me. She lived there, so she would be able to show me around and I could get a feel for Mexico in a non-touristy way. Also, I would like to take my brother. He would make a good body guard.

9. London: I would like to take Naomi and Kailee with me because Kailee has always wanted to go to England, and her and I would have fun talking to all the cute English boys. I would take Naomi because she has been before and could take us to all the places worth seeing.


10. The Gulf: I want to go back to the beach on the Gulf of Mexico. If I went back, I would like to take my mom and my dad's girlfriend, Amanda. I would take my mom because when we went to Perdido Key this summer she seemed to actually relax and enjoy watching the ocean. It made her happy. And I would take Amanda because she never gets a chance to relax. I think she would enjoy relaxing in the sand and playing in the water and shell searching with me.


11. Mall of America: I would love to go to the Mall of America with my sister and Jennifer Lawrence. I would take my sister because she is generally pretty good at telling me when I buy something ugly. Also, I would take Jennifer Lawrence because she could buy me things. And she is just about the coolest celebrity there is, in my opinion, and I think we would get along.

12. Hogwarts: I would take my BEST friend Trevor and Mrs. Bernskoetter with me because I know that they would enjoy the castle and witches and wizards as much as I would. Plus, we all know a little bit of spells and with our combined knowledge we will be on Professor McGonagall's good list.



12 Actors/Actresses and 2 Movies They Were Great In

1. Will Smith: Pursuit of Happyness, I am Legend.

2. Jennifer Lawrence: The Hunger Games, Silver Lining's Playbook.

3. Jason Statham: Parker, Transporter.

4. Channing Tatum: 21 Jump Street, The Vow.

5. Rachel Mcadams: The Notebook, About Time.

6. Johnny Depp: Edward Scissorhands, What's Eating Gilbert Grape.

7. Jack Nicholson: The Bucket List, The Shining.

8. Morgan Freeman: Batman Triology, Lean on Me.

9. Matt Damon: Bourne Identity Triology, We Bought a Zoo.

10. Meryl Streep: Iron Lady, Mama Mia.

11. Robert Downy Jr.: Iron Man Triology, Wonder Boys.

12. Marilyn Monroe: Some Like it Hot, Gentleman Prefer Blondes.

Foodspiration

In my life, food is not simply a necessity, but a luxury too. Every Sunday since August of 2012, I go to my grandparents’ house to bake food with my grandma. In fact, we even started our own cookbook where we write down and rate the recipes of all the foods we make. Not surprisingly, out of every section--main dishes, salads, sides, miscellaneous, and desserts--desserts certainly have much more entries than any others. You can say my grandma and I kind of have a sweet tooth. The most popular item that we make is oyster crackers. These are no dessert, but they are eaten like candy by every person in our family. My grandma and I make these often because they never last long. They are cheap, easy to prepare, and maybe one of the most delicious snacks we know how to make. In our cookbook they are given 5 stars, hands-down. Here is the recipe for the snack that is in such high demand:

Ranch Flavored Oyster Crackers
2 bags of oyster crackers
1 cup of vegetable oil
1 package of ranch dressing mix
¼ tsp of garlic powder
½ - 1 tsp of dill weed
¼ tsp of lemon pepper

1.      In a small bowl (or measuring cup), combine the vegetable oil, ranch dressing mix, garlic powder, dill weed, and lemon pepper. Mix well so the ingredients do not fall to the bottom.

2.      In a gallon-sized Ziploc bag, pour the oil into the bag. Then, add the two bags of oyster crackers and close. Shake the bag, coating all the crackers in the oil evenly. Pour into a large baking pan.

3.      Place into oven at 275°, and bake for 15-20 minutes. Take out of oven and let them cool off until they are no longer as hot as lava.

4.      Hide as much as you can from your family, leave no evidence behind.

5.      Eat. Eat all of them.

6.   Repeat steps 1-5. 

My Cinema Preferences

Tell us about your favorite movie and why you like it.

I do not have ONE favorite movie, as I enjoy movies from all sorts of genres. Currently though, the movie About Time is one I have just recently seen and haven't been able to stop thinking about. About Time is about a man who learns that he can travel back in time and change how he acts in certain situations and how to try to help change certain outcomes that may not be how he wanted things to go. I love this movie because it had so many thoughtful moments throughout it. Moments that made you bawl and moments that made you laugh incredibly hard. It was a great feel-good movie, and I would say an excellent date movie as well.  

Tell us about the kinds of movies you don't care for usually.

 Usually I do not care for western movies. I have a hard time getting into them, and it is difficult for me to stay interested. Besides western, however, I love to watch just about every kind of movie. I am not picky. It just depends on who I am with and what we are in the mood to watch!


Tell us about how often and where you watch movies.

I watch movies very very often. I would say at least once every two days if I have time. Netflix has become my best friend at my house, as it gives me an unlimited supply. (I don't even know how I managed when all I had was a VHS in my bedroom! No DVD player and no laptop! I can't even imagine!) I love watching movies in my bedroom, because my bed is VERY comfortable (memory foam!) and I have a nice TV and bluray player that I had saved up for over the past couple years. I spend 90% of my free time in my bedroom, because with Pandora, Netflix, and my collection of movies in my closet, I really have no reason to leave. (All I need now is a mini-fridge!)

Tell us about your movie personality survey results.

I am...
-58% Extroverted: "You are moderate in activity and enthusiasm. You enjoy the company of others but you also value your privacy."
-42% Agreeable: "You are hard-headed, skeptical, proud and competitive. You tend to express your anger directly.
-75% Conscientious: "You are dependable and moderately well-organized. You generally have clear goals and are able to set goals aside."
-50% Emotionally Stable: "You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness."
-83% Open to New Experiences: "You are practical but willing to consider new ways of doing things. You try to seek a balance between the old and the new."

Why I watch movies...

-To pleasure-seek: 65%
-Nostalgia: 80%
-Catharsis: 50%
-Aggression: 75%
-Escapism: 65%
-Sensation-Seeking: 95%
-Artistic: 50%
-Information-Seeking: 40%
-Boredom-Avoidance: 40%
-Socialization: 65%

If my life story was made into a movie...

I would probably be a very lame drama or comedy. Probably both. Except, instead of real drama such as, "I am sorry...but she has cancer. She only has 3 months to live." It would be more like, "We are sorry. But we are out of chocolate. And pizza." Also, it would probably be a little bit of a fantasy movie. Ya know, with mythical creatures. Such as unicorns and boyfriends.

No, haha, in all seriousness, I believe my life would be an incredibly boring movie to watch. Living it is boring enough; I wouldn't want anyone to have to go through it with me. :P

Dan in Real Life Q's and A's!

2. What are 3 tips you would give to parents of teenagers?

            1. If they are good kids, give them some freedom.

            2. No, “Because I said so!” logic. (Or rather, lack of logic.)

            3. Follow through with promises. (Good and bad.)

5. How old do you think someone should be to date? Wear a thong? Fall in love?

I think someone should have to be 15 ½ to go on a real date. I think age 15 is a good age to be allowed to wear a thong. And as far as love goes, I do not believe that age has anything to do with love. I think love is interpreted in many different ways; love feels different, means something different to everybody. A 13 year old can be “in love,” but it doesn’t mean that it will be the same kind of love she feels when she is 30. Love means many different things.

9. What makes someone a “hottie” to you?

A “hottie,” in my terms, is someone who can be themselves around me. Someone I can be silly and crazy with, but also are smart enough to teach me new things. If I can see them as my best friend and also be attracted to them—he’s my perfect guy. If they can have tickle wars with me, but still be mature enough to take me out to lunch or cuddle and watch a movie without distractions, I find that very attractive. Mostly though, if there is a man who can make me laugh and smile, he definitely has “hottie” potential in my book.

18. What are some good pick up lines you’ve heard?

            - If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

            -Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.

-Me without you is like a nerd without braces, A shoe without laces, aSentenceWithoutSpaces.

-If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?

-If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.

-You are like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.

- Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

-Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.

My Big Brother and Me

Me and my god-brother Kylin.

This is me and my brother Kylin,

learning how to play together before we could even walk;

becoming friends before we could even talk.

 

This is two life-long friends,

kept together by a friendship between two young women--

our moms.

 

This is two smiling babies,

without a single care in the world.

 

This is before the fighting, before the separation,

before the move. It is when life was simple. Without grades,

video-games, driver's licenses, heartbreak, hockey, debate, or even potty-training.

 

This is before life really started for the two of us,

before I was scared we would drift apart. 

 

This is my one and only older brother,

maybe not by blood,

but by the time we have had together.

 

A Day in Paris

PROSE:

Cars and mopeds beep their horns as they zoom through the tiny streets of Paris. Tourists are on every corner, looking amazed by the tall buildings and dainty lights. Policeman with flat hats on the top of their head make their way up and down the sidewalk, talking to each other in French. I go into one of the many antique book shops and browse the collection of books. Red and brown hard cover books line the walls; the smell of old pages fills the air. As I leave I wave to the vendor, “bonne journée!” I take the metro to Pont Neuf, interested in making deals with the vendors in the park. I hear pigeons and people all around me are laughing and talking. I go up to a vendor selling a multitude of random objects. A mini traffic cone, a teddy bear, blue rings, and, more relevant, an English-to-French dictionary. The vendor looks impatient as he sits in his chair and plays with a yoyo. I offer him five Euros for the teddy bear, golden with a button nose and brown eyes. As I suspected, he would raise the price. “Eight Euro or no deal,” the vendor said in a deep French accent. I smile, “perfect.” And walk off with my new bear. On the way back to my flat I take a moment to enjoy the sky. Shades of pink and purples swirled together, combining with the warm summer air and making the night perfect. I open the door to my flat, pleased with the beautiful day. “Bonne nuit, Paris.”

POETRY:

Cars and mopeds beep their horns
 as they zoom through the tiny streets of Paris.

Tourists are on every corner,
looking amazed by the tall buildings and dainty lights. 

Policeman, with flat hats on the top of their head,
 make their way up and down the sidewalk,
 talking to each other in French.

 I stroll into one of the many antique book shops
 and I browse the collection of books.

Red and brown hard cover books line the walls;
the smell of old pages fills the air.
As I leave I wave to the vendor, “bonne journée!”

I take the metro to Pont Neuf,
interested in making deals with the vendors in the park.
 I hear pigeons,
 and people all around me are laughing and talking.
 I go up to a vendor selling a multitude of random objects.
A mini traffic cone, a teddy bear, blue rings,
and, more relevant, an English-to-French dictionary.

 The vendor looks grumpy and impatient,
he sits in his chair and plays with a yoyo.
I offer him five Euros for the teddy bear,
golden with a button nose and brown eyes.
As I suspected, he would raise the price.
 “Eight Euro or no deal,” the vendor said in a deep French accent.
I smile, “perfect.” And walk off with my new bear.
 

On the way back to my flat I take a moment to enjoy the sky.
 Shades of pink and purples swirled together,
combining with the warm summer air and making the night perfect.
 I open the door to my flat, pleased with the beautiful day.
 “Bonne nuit, Paris.”

Childrens Story

There once was a sock named Sue,

and she had a twin brother named Drew.

Sue and Drew were an inseparable pair,

and they were great friends with the underwear.

But one sad night after a wonderful day,

Sue and Drew were put away.

 In the laundry bin they did go,

Sue and Drew saw their friend, Mo.

 Mo was a t-shirt soiled and green,

“Gee guys, it’s time for a clean.”

There was a story from long ago

that speaks of the horrors of a lost rain coat.  

They say the washer ate him clear

and Chuck  the rain coat disappeared.

 So when Sue and Drew had to be cleaned

they were cautious of this mysterious fiend.  

Wash day came around and to the twin-socks great fear

Mo the t-shirt had also disappeared.

Sue and Drew shivered and shook

when their owner had latched the hook.

 Through the bubbles and close buds,

brother and sister were lost in the suds.

They tried to stay close, and they tried to be safe,

but the scary old washer had pulled them away.

When the torture was finally through,

Drew had lost track of his sister, Sue.

Sue was in a place dark and scary,

all she could see were the boxers named Harry.

 

“Do you have any idea of where we are?”

Asked Harry with a look, bizarre.

 

“I think the washer ate us,” said Sue,

who was sad that the stories had been true.

“No, no! You have it wrong!"

Said a voice that was loud and very strong.

“All I want is the company of friends,

it’s awfully lonely,” the deep voice said.

“Then let us go!” Pleaded Harry and Sue,

“We want to see our friends, too!”

At the end of the day it was decided,

the washer and clothes would be united.

Every week they’d visit once,

and boy, together they'd have some fun.

The washer was never lonely again,

And Drew and Sue were happy about their new friend.  

 

Books For Kids!

Title of Book: I Am Not Getting Up Today

Author of Book: Dr. Suess






Is there an author's bio in the front or back of the book? Unfortunately, there is not.

What does it say about the author? It doesn't. But The book itself makes it clear that he does enjoy rhyming.

Describe the cover in a detailed sentence: The cover entails a young boy in orange and white striped pajamas that is chillaxing in bed while his alarm rings on his nightstand next to him; there is also a dog standing on his back paws with his front paws on the top of the bed.

Number of Pages: 36 Pages

List the Characters:

• Sleeping Boy
• Sleeping Boy's Mom
• The whole town

Describe the setting in a detailed sentence: The whole book takes place in the sleeping boy's bedroom.

Summarize the book in 3 sentences: There is a boy who wants to lay in bed all day because he is very tired. He refuses to get out of bed no matter what. The whole town is trying to get him out of the bed.

Does this book...(yes or no)

• have animals as characters? no
• use rhyme? yes
• teach a lesson of some kind? no
• have monsters or creatures? no
• have kids as characters? yes
• have adults as characters? yes
• use humor? yes
• have illustrations? yes
• use color? yes
• use actual photos? no
• have a more sentimental/lovey tone? no
• lots of words per page? no
• one word or phrase repeated throughout? yes

Your favorite/most interesting sentence in the book: "Today's my day for WOOZY-SNOOZY ZIZZ-ZIZZ ZIZZ ZAZZ ZUZZ."

What age(s) do you think this book would be appropriate for? Why? All ages, and also 4-7.
All ages because I am 17 and I still enjoyed reading it. Children 4-7 might like it because kids that age really enjoy the rhymes and pictures in books.

Is this a book you would have liked as a kid? Why? Yes, because all of my favorite childhood books were rhyming books. Also, I too was a stubborn child so I could relate to the character.

My Childhood

2. Who was the most important person to you during most of your childhood? Your Mom? Your Dad? Another relative? A friend? An imaginary person? Show some examples in which you see how much influence this person (or imaginary person) had on you while you were growing up.

My grandma and I

As I was growing up I spent a lot of time at my great-grandma’s house. My mom was very important to me, and I cannot really say my great-grandma was the most important person, because her and my mom were equally important as I was growing up. Anyway, my great-grandma, aka Black Grandma, played a gigantic role in my childhood. (As a side note: she was my Black Grandma because between my mom’s and dad’s sides of the family, I did not know how else to differentiate the two grandmas. My mom’s mom, who is pale like my mom, became my White Grandma, my Dad’s mom was my Grandma Maria, and my dad’s grandma, who was darker skinned (As is the whole of my dad’s side of the family) became my Black Grandma.) Anyway, when I was only a few months (weeks?) old, my mom had to start working again and my Black Grandma offered to take care of me. My mom would have to drop me off very early in the morning, and my grandma told me stories about how I just cried and cried the first day my mom left. Apparently though, after that initial day my Black Grandma and I became best friends. That next morning after I spent the night, my grandma came into the room and I was awake just laying there. Smiling. I warmed up to her pretty quick. Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my grandma’s house. I learned how to crawl there, I learned how to walk there, and my grandma told me hundreds of stories. She lived in that house for 20+ years, and I grew up there. I moved a lot when I was younger, and that is the only house in my childhood that remained a constant. I always knew I was welcome to grandma’s house. It was a tiny little three bedroom and one bathroom house. But it was home. The last summer I spent with my grandma, 2012, I have fond memories of her telling me stories every day. Her favorite one to tell had to do with how I acted after getting a new red raincoat. She says that when my mom came to pick me up one day, I had put on my new raincoat and I was outside jumping in the puddles, happy as can be.

My grandma and my cousin, Annabella.

Personally, my favorite story she would tell me is how when I was a baby she would hold me next to the window when it was cold out side. She would touch her hand on the window then shake and rub her arms with her hands and go “brr!” and apparently, I would mimic her. She was a strong lady. I admire my great-grandma and respect her more than I respect anyone else in my life. She was not one to put up with bull-crap. For example, when she found out her husband was cheating on her, she woke him up in the middle of the night whispering, “Hurry! We gotta go! We gotta go!” and as soon as he got his shoes on and walked out the door, she slammed the door in his face and that was the end of that. She never let anybody do anything she didn’t want them to. And everybody respected my grandma, nobody told her no. She raised many many children, some of them not even her own. And I will never forget how much I learned from her. She was always there with open arms when I needed a hug, even if she was mad at me. She was never afraid to take a slipper to my butt when I was being a troublemaker, and she had respect and admiration from everybody that knew her. She passed away almost a year ago, and it is still hard not to send mail to her, or to not be able to call her. She has always been a huge part of my life. And I am very lucky to be able to say I am related to her.

The Secrets of a Psychopath

It was a beautiful evening. The sky was a bright orange, blending in with softer hues of yellow and pink. Scarlet and I were laying on the picnic blanket, her head resting on my chest with my arm curled around her.

“I had a great time tonight.” I said in a tender voice.

“Oh, me too. Although every time we go out I never fail to enjoy myself. So I can’t say I am surprised.” Scarlett said with a giggle, “Thank you for dinner, Kyle.” 

Instead of replying I simply squeeze her a little tighter. Sometimes it is hard to be me. You see, I have an addiction. No, not to drugs. Not to alcohol. Not to sex. No, I am addicted to something much worse. I, Kyle Triosi, am addicted to murdering. The first step is acceptance, right?  

It all started when I was a child. I had the usual beginning signs of a psychopath, I was just better at hiding it than any of the people you see on TV. I always got some kind of sick enjoyment from watching the eyes of rabbits, birds, squirrels—anything I could catch—drain of life. Sometimes I wonder if my life would be different if I had been caught. Would I be who I am today? Would I have gotten help? No, I think, I would be locked up in a crazy house somewhere. For years I would catch animals multiple times a week. It started off with small animals, such as squirrels and rabbits. Although, as I got older it just was not enough. By the time I was 16 I was going after cats and at the age of 17 I even caught my first stray dog. You are probably thinking that I was a weird and lonely kid. Wrong. In fact, I was the quarterback for my highschool team. I lived a fairly normal life. I got good grades, got accepted into a good college, and was living my life up to everybody’s standards. Behind the scenes though, my love and addiction to murdering was growing. Soon, not even dogs were enough to satisfy. Which is why, when I turned 22, I had studied enough criminology to know how to get away with a murder. This is when I committed my first murder. It was my old psychology professor. There was nothing wrong with her, in fact, I quite liked her. But she was an easy target. I guess I have to admit there is a bit of irony that the first human murder I commit was to the one person who should have been able to predict it.

Anyways, back to the present. I am 27 now, and from the time that I killed the lovely Ms. Clark to this point, I have committed approximately 35 murders. This, according to my math, is about 2 months between every murder. My murders consist of random strangers out at the wrong time and also people I know that give me an easy opportunity. I cannot go into details as to HOW I get away with all of these murders, but I have to say, being a trusted cop in the town that I grew up in definitely helps. That’s me, Officer Triosi. I am not married, for obvious reasons, but I do enjoy the dating scene. Hence the reason my girlfriends usually tend to stick around a little longer than the others. However, it is always hard for me once the girl and I start to become serious. They always start to want more. More commitment, more alone time, more more more.  You may be wondering how people don’t notice that all of my girlfriends go missing. This is actually quite easy to explain. You see, just like when I was in high school, I keep my life a secret. I do not get close to anyone, so most people never even realize that I have a girlfriend. Fortunately for my girlfriends, I am a little more humane about my murders when it comes to someone I like. Most of my enjoyment comes from watching them die. Not necessarily how they die.  Like Scarlet here, we have been seeing each other for a few months. It is just a casual thing, and I really do like her. But she is getting too attached. Because of this, I decided tonight is the night. Bye bye, Scarlet.

Scarlet and I pack up our basket from our picnic, and we begin to walk towards my car. Tonight is the night, I think to myself. This morning was a busy morning for me, and I had actually already committed a murder. Two in one day, that’s a new record. You see, I had a gardener. Had. Today, he was pounding on my door at four in the morning trying to get me to give him an advance. Advance? I was barely wanting to pay him for the sloppy work he did do! Let’s just say he pushed a few too many of my buttons. By noon, after his “work” was done, he was hanging on the wall of my guest bedroom. (I couldn’t have the blood get all over everything, so it was limited to the one room.) I did not have time to take his body out to the woods around my house (literally, around my house, I live in the middle of the mountains) so I guess Scarlet will have an unpleasant surprise awaiting her. Once we drive up to my house I walk around the car and smile, opening the door for her. Once she gets out we hold hands and walk to my front door. I take a deep breath, this is it. Once I let her in, I let her sit on the couch and go to get us some drinks. I spike hers with a drug that will leave her aware, but it will slowly start to paralyze her from the neck down after about fifteen minutes. I walk back into the living room…

 

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He walks back into the living room, carrying our drinks. His house has a strange smell, but I cannot quite put my finger on it. I don’t care, he’s my dream guy, I think to myself. He sits down next to me and hands me my drink, a perfectly mixed cocktail. I smile and kiss him on the cheek, “Thank you.” He smiles and takes a sip of his equally perfect looking cocktail. We talk for about ten minutes after we finish drinking. My head feels a little funny. I roll my eyes, I guess I don’t hold my alcohol as well as I used to. He starts to kiss me, and immediately you can tell things are getting pretty heated. He leads me to a door that I assume is his bedroom. While we kiss, he opens the door, leading me inside then gently kissing me against the closed door. I do not dare open my eyes, because I do not want to ruin the moment. He lays me down on a bed and continues to kiss me for a few more moments. As soon as I notice the funny smell had grown much stronger, I open my eyes and he stops kissing me. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark room. Then something starts to form on the wall. A shape. After a few moments I notice it is a body. I am about to scream, but Kyle shoves something in my mouth. I try to move, but to my horror I realize my body is no longer taking orders from my brain. I am petrified. Kyle leaves the room for a moment, and then comes back with a needle in his hand. I feel a small prick in my neck. I start to see black spots. I see Kyle looming above me, focused on my eyes. I look him in the eyes one last time, feeling nothing but terror and hatred. Then, nothing.