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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:07 am
i like the avi how much did it cost if you dont mined
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 8:10 am
umm I would really like to tell you but I feel sleepy so cya l8ter alligators
I hope when I wake up..this thread is near page 30
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monkeygal3000 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
38!
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 11:43 am
i'm going to have a random number for no reason... and my random number is
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 11:44 am
my random number is 38 whee now i'm bored again
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 11:49 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 12:30 pm
almost all of the guilds i belong to havent been active for like a year!!! sad
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:17 pm
this is just a story i wrote in 8th grade for fun.... hope you like it!!!
The Unsolved Case
It was a cold fall afternoon. The trees were swaying in the breeze as Christy stood at her mother's grave with tears streaming down her beautiful face. She was just staring blankly at the simple tombstone that marked her mother's grave. On it were five simple words: Loving mother. Gone too soon. Christy missed her so much. She was so confused. How could her mother, the only person that had ever cared for her, loved her, and stood up for her be gone? She tried not to think about it- not to think at all- but it didn't help. Hopelessness still filled her up.
Staring at her mother's grave made her think of the time that they had found her mother's body. She had been shot in the head. A quick, probably painless, death. Christy had been there, talking to the inspector and his assistant. It was lucky that she had been able to.
"It had to have been a murder." the inspector had said.
Christy had known that it was a murder all along. She knew her mother too well. She knew that her mother had been miserable, but she put up with it to protect Christy. However, the inspector's assistant, Cal, was surprised at this simple conclusion.
"How do you know that?" he asked, surprised.
Christy had seen him somewhere, but he looked-different somehow. Older maybe.
"Well, that's easy. The gun is missing." said the inspector.
"That's not enough. A person might have set her up to suicide, and once she had killed herself, he/she ran off with the gun." Cal argued.
"Hmmmm. That's an interesting scenario, however-" started the inspector.
"However suicide is not possible." Christy interrupted . "Because there is only one circular mark on the skin. The one where the bullet went through. I assume that if it had been suicide, there would have been a ring around the bullet hole mark from close-range powder burns."
"A-amazing! She's right! But how would a young girl like you know that?" the inspector asked, curiously.
"Her assumptions are correct." Cal said flatly.
The memory ended and Christy was pulled back into reality. She sobbed, "I will find out who did this to you, mom. I promise." Then she just stood there for a while, staring down at her mother's grave. Finally, after 10 minutes, she awoke from her daze. Wiping off her tear-stained face, she turned to go home. She walked the block to her front door and took a deep breath, twisting the knob. As soon as she walked in her father started to yell.
"You're late!" Tom, her father, roared as soon as she stepped in the door. "I've been sittin' here for hours with nothin' to eat. Now, go make me dinner! And it better be somethin' good!" He growled.
"Shut up and make it yourself." Christy snarled.
"What did you just say to me?!" Tom said in a dangerous tone.
Now red in the face, Christy replied angrily, "You heard me."
"You little brat! You're just like your mother. A stubborn, disobedient, useless b***h who didn't care about anyone but herself!" Tom stormed, his face a deep purple with rage.
"Don't," Christy breathed dangerously, "you dare talk about my mother like that!" A second later she found herself being slammed into the wall. Her final thought before she blacked out was, He hit me. Just like he used to hit mom.
***
When Christy opened her eyes at first, everything was blurry. Once her vision had cleared, the first thing she noticed was that she was not familiar with this place. It was around noon, and the sunlight lit up the room. She was in a small room. She noticed some paintings that hung on the walls, there was a large, wooden desk near the back of the room, and three chairs. The walls and ceiling were white, and the carpeting was light brown. She stood up, but immediately collapsed back onto the flat, shallow bed.
"Glad to see you're awake I thought we'd lose you for sure. You were out for quite a while." came a familiar voice from behind her.
She turned her head to see who it was that had spoken- getting a sharp pain in the back of her head- and, wincing, she discovered why the voice was so familiar. Cal was leaning on the doorframe.
"Huh?" she replied groggily. Where am I? How did I get here? she wondered, still feeling a little out of it.
Almost as if he had read her thoughts he said, "You are in my office. I found you and brought you here. Can I get you anything? A drink?" Then, almost as an afterthought, "Are you in pain? I heard you took quite a blow to the head."
Feeling the back of her head everything came rushing back to her. The first time she had stood up to her father and how he had hit her. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine." she replied, trying not to let the truth or the pain show in her face.
Cal looked at her curiously for a moment, his hand nervously playing with something in his pocket, as if he was trying to make a tough decision. The moment passed as quickly as it had come, and he said, "Well, then I guess my work here is done. I came to make sure you were awake and feeling at home." he turned to leave.
"I'd rather not." Christy mumbled, looking down.
"Excuse me?" Cal asked, turning his head slightly, looking puzzled.
"Nevermind."
"I see." he replied, pausing to look at her curiously. "Well, excuse me, I have work to do."
***
After a few days, she went back home and started having nightmares about the night Tom had hit her. Christy had to do something to get back at him. She thought all night about it and formulated a plan. That morning, she went to school and when she got back home, made sure Tom wasn’t there. Then she went over to the TV that he loved so much (he watched it every single day) and completely unplugged it. Christy carried it outside to the back yard, along with a hammer. Setting up the video recorder inside she hit the record button. Grabbing the hammer, she went back outside and smashed the TV until she heard Tom’s truck coming up the driveway. Going inside, she got in front of the view of the hidden video recorder and waited. Tom came in. Then he saw the TV missing.
“You’re gonna pay for this b***h!” he roared. Charging, he punched her in the stomach and beat her up until she was barely conscious. Leaving her there, he stalked off muttering incoherent thoughts. Getting in his car, he headed towards the bar. Perfect. she thought. Just what I wanted. She lay there for what felt like hours. Finally, getting up she stumbled to the recorder and stopped it. Taking out the tape, she went upstairs and hid it in her favorite hiding place: Her Lord of The Rings box from the box set her mom had given her for her fourteenth birthday, set against her bookshelf. Setting it next to her mom’s wedding ring, she thought, ok mom, I will get him for hurting you. She waited a few days until her bruises began to fade, watching for Tom to go to the bar. The night he did, she knew he had to be nice to her in public with his friends, so she took the tape and walked the half mile to the bar.
“You should be in bed young lady.” he said, looking surprised, and as if he was trying to hide his anger.
“Yes. I just wanted to come and tell you good night.” Christy said.
Glaring at her suspiciously, he said, “okay, good night.”
Then chaos ensued. On every TV, the scene of the night Tom had beat Christy began playing. Tom’s face got red, looking like he was about to blow. People were gasping and somewhere on the other side of the bar, a lady screamed. Somebody called the police and when they got to the bar, they arrested Tom for child abuse. He was taken to court without a chance and sentenced to 30 long years in jail.
***
A few weeks later, they found the gun that had killed Christy's mother in one of Tom's dresser drawers. He was tried in court again - this time for murder. Christy went against him. She wanted him to be found guilty. Cal was on her side. She thought of her mom's smiling face- a mask that was worn all the time. A mask worn to hide the defeat in her mother's eyes. Only Christy had known it was truly a mask. Her mother's life had been miserable, just as her own was now that the judges had found Tom innocent of murder. Christy hated the thought of her father being innocent almost as much as she hated him. She knew he had 30 years in prison, but that wasn't enough. She felt Cal slip something into her hand. It was a slip of paper. Once she had gotten away from everybody, she unfolded it, and read the short note there.
Meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at
9:00 tonight. I have some more proof that might help your case.
Cal
I'll be there, she thought. A final time at me and my mom's old hideout.
***
Christy sat in the darkness, wondering why Cal wasn't there yet. She didn't have any idea how long she had been waiting for him to show up in this cold, dark place. Then she heard something.
"Who's there?" she called.
"It's just me." came Cal's reply.
"Oh. Just you." Christy said, relaxing.
All of a sudden, Cal's tone changed. "I did it." he said in a cold, hard voice.
"Did what?" Christy asked, confused and alarmed.
"You know."
"No I don't, Cal."
"Think about it. You know what I'm talking about."
"No! Stop, Cal! You're scaring me!"
"You really don't know? Well then I guess I have no choice but to tell you. I killed her."
Suddenly Christy understood.
"But why?" she asked.
"Because," he replied in a hurt voice, "she humiliated me in front of the entire school. Then she dumped me right before the final prom for that JERK!" he yelled angrily.
Christy knew what was coming next even before it began. I'm coming mom. I can finally see you again. she thought. Then came the muffled bang, and she slumped to the ground. As her lifeless body hit the ground, two things fell from her limp hand, unnoticed. A gun and a small scrap of paper. Thinking somebody might have heard the shot, Cal dropped the gun and ran.
***
The next day, Christy's body and the guns were found laying on the floor of the warehouse, just where they had been left. One was the same gun that Christy's mother had been killed with, but this time Cal's fingerprints were found on it. He was sent to court without a chance of being found innocent. He was found guilty of the murder of Christy Cronbaugh. He was sentenced to life in prison for homicide. Though the police found him guilty of murdering Christy Cronbaugh, only three people knew the truth about who murdered Maria Cronbaugh. One person was the murderer himself, and the other two were dead. As for the police, they never could figure out who was behind her death, and they probably never would. It was labeled an unsolved case.
***
Christy's note was found laying beside her hand, next to the gun. It read:
Beside Mom. Loving and caring daughter. Died too young.
When news got to Cal about the note, he was furious with himself that he had only fulfilled Christy's last wish. She had planned to kill herself if he hadn't. No doubt she had known that she was walking right into a trap. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been for thinking that she could just go on living without the only person that had ever love her, and actually live with that monster that was her father.
***
She got her last wish. She was buried right next to her mother. Her tombstone read: Loving and caring daughter. Died too young. Seven simple words. Words that meant everything to Christy. Her last words. crying
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:36 pm
YAYYAAY finally a thread contest thing that there actually might be some convo going on...
so how is everyone?? cool Dream Avi's!
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:38 pm
Lol. I like your dream avis. I've been questing the nitemare scarf since i first joined on my old account... @_@
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:40 pm
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