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Mission: Revenge. Part 1.

I woke up and took a look at my alarm clock glowing red in the darkness of night.
I dropped my head back on the pillow and sighed. Why the hell was I up so early? And of course I’m the kind of person who once I’m awake can’t fall back asleep.
I grabbed my miniature internet tablet off the nightstand next to my bed, and waited for it to turn on. Once it was on, I went to check the news, knowing none of my friends would be online at this hour of the day.
I nearly dropped my tablet of my face when I read the first headline.

Just another blog...

Every time I come on here I never know what to expect.
That's what I love.
Every time I come on here I know I won't be disappointed.
That's what I love.
Every time I come on here I see something that makes me smile.
That's what I love.
Every time I come on here I find someone to help.
That's what I love.
Every time I come on here I know someone can help me.
That's what I love.
Every time I come on here I feel like a part of something.
That's what I love.
Every time I come on here I feel understood.
That's what I love.
Every time I come one here I can be me.
That's what I love.

Thank you

The Afterlife part 21

I had immediately disagreed to go meet our new neighbors. Jordyn had countered asking, "Why?"
The answer was quite simple. I hate Dallas, and didn't plan on doing anything she told me. After the way she treated me without even knowing me, there was no way I ever planned on liking her.
That wasn't what I said though. I said that I was shy.
They both knew it was a lie, but for my sake agreed with it. Will talked me into doing it. There was just one condition I had. That was that I wasn't knocking on anyone's door.
Now I was standing next to Jordyn behind Will as he knocked on the door of the


Well, I don't want to call this diary, but if I'd have to call it anything that would be it. Anyway, I'm really bored and typing an essay, or trying to type an essay. As much as I like to write, I'm not a fan of essays. Especially when they're about women's rights in the middle ages. Now onto something less boring. I'm going to the doctors tomorrow. FUN! jk, I'll probably need shots, and I hate needles probably as much as Gee. Oddly enough I want tattoos and piercings though. Back on subject, I plan to sing Blood while at the doctors. Then after I go to the doctors I'm going camping.


I don't know how many Thirty Seconds to Mars fans are on the Zone, but I'm hoping there's at least a few. I have a special mission for you if you are reading this. The Let's F--king Vyrt is coming up this Friday(April 27th). My problem is that I will not be home all day, literally. I wake up at 6:00 A.M. to go to school. Then immediately after school I have a doctors appointment to go to. After my appointment, I'm leaving to go camping, and will not return home until Sunday evening.
While Vyrt-ing is the least of my worries, I'm still very curious about.

100 years of Girl Scouts

I'm sure none of you really care to much about the Girl Scouts, except for the fact that they have awesome cookies. I on the other hand am to this day a scout. Say what you may about it, but I love it, and couldn't imagine my life without scouting. If you're a scout you'll understand.
Anyway, that's not exactly what this blog is about. As the title says Girl Scouts will be 100 years old this year. 2012 was officially named the year of girl in honor of this. For even more celebration there are many expos being held in various cities across the United States.

The Afterlife part 20

"How much further?" Jordyn whines.
"Not too far." Todd said getting annoyed with her.
We'd woke up this morning, and left immediately. Todd had William and I teleport us all to an undisclosed location several miles from our destination. Apparently we couldn't just teleport directly there because it was too dangerous. Since then we've been walking, and at this point I'd lost track of the hours that have passed.
"Now, there's some things I must warn you about. We are headed to an ally camp very close to the Dark Grounds. Do not worry, it is very secure, but also very large.


For anyone that knows me you know that I am a writer. My current story is The Afterlife. I have some sad news, I'm seriously thinking about discontinuing it. Usually I would never dream of doing such a thing, but my head is just filled with so many other ideas, that I think are much better. Maybe I'd come back to The Afterlife, but right now I don't think I can.
That's not what this blog is about though. I just today started a new killjoy fan fiction. I'm going to need three volunteers to be killjoys in this story. Only three, so the first three get the part.
If you are interested, please

Sue me

Gerard Way:
[] Born in April
[] You've been addicted to alcohol and/or drugs
[x] Born a leader
[] You love drawing
[] You love singing
[x] You don't take crap from anyone
[] You're afraid of needles
[] You call your friends by their last names instead of their first
[] You have siblings and love them
[] You have brown/green eyes
2 out of 10

Mikey Way:
[] Born in September
[] You play bass
[x]You don't have asthma
[x] You are near-sighted
[x] You wear glasses(sometimes)
[x] You've had the urge to stick a fork in the toaster
[] Seen as the little kid amongst your family and friends
[x] You are

The Afterlife part 19

"Where are we going?" I begged for an answer.
"Somewhere special. Just make yourself look nice. I'll be back in a half hour." And with that, Will left me as he turned into his own bedroom.
I sighed and reluctantly went into my bedroom. I grabbed the red strapless dress with the black bow that I got from the Wal-Mart the first time I went there. After a quick look in the mirror, I decided I needed a shower. I teleported to the bathrooms at the end of this hall.
After a quick scrub, I knew i needed to hurry.