MEG AND SMASH!!

demy and me. lol

The End of OG

Well, Meggie was wrong. She finished the end of O.G SOAP OPERA today. It includes the climax to the love tension between Brian and Renesmee, what becomes of poor Brittany DeChagny, Draco and Renesmee, Madame Giry's final hours, and Meg's wedding. All boiling over into the Epilogue, which explains the whole season. I hope you check it out. O.G. SOAP OPERA I also will begin typing the new blog, HUNGER MANIA!! More info on that blog later. Meg has to go cry over her first baby guaduating.


-MEG JULES GIRY

SCHOOLS OUT DUE TO TWISTER!

THE ONE TIME WE HAVE ONE I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET TO OZ YET!! Sorry, shouldn't joke. Just had a tornado hit the area, and school is canceled. So, Meg is not skipping like you orginally thought. Sorry, I haven't been on, I've been busy.

GUESS WHO LIKES DEMY!!! GUESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!


VIKTOR!

I'm kinda happy he doesn't like me anymore. He kinda creeped me out. I think I just liked the attention.

I got asked out by Josh. He wants to take me to the movies. WHEN I START THINKING OF HIM AS A GAY FRIEND, THIS HAPPENS! CRAP HIM!

So, back to the fact that I like no men currently, I am lonely again.


Finished writing OG today. I'm a little sad. I'll get more episodes up today, but won't finish.

Hope your day is less Twister filled than mine

-MEG

Sooo sorry

I'm sooooooo sorry guys! I totally forgot to get on Friday. I promise I will post it Friday. THE GINGER IS MESSING WITH MY BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry again guys.

Dem's Fri Fant :D

Here it is, chapter 6. There's only a few more chapters left, I hope they're good enough... It's really not that great, but here ya go...


Chapter 6: Impossible


"Peter...?" I say, awestruck. "But how? How is he--?" I keep tripping over my words and sound really stupid.
"So, you sure you don't wanna talk?" Scar-face says, his gun pointed at Peter's head.
"I-- I--" I stutter.
He is just laughing his head off about how I'm floundering like a fish out of water. "I tell ya what. Since I'm so nice, I'll give you some to catch up. You Know. Before I kill him." His laughing is lowering, slightly, but not much. By letting us talk he probably just wants to make me want to keep him alive even more; therefore, it'll make me want to talk then he gets the schematics... What to choose, what to choose...
I nod, stupidly. I'm not going to let him kill Peter, though. I'll get us out of here. I promise myself that.
"All right, then." he says and puts the gun up onto his shoulder. He exits the room and gives me a wink. Creep.
I still can't believe it. The badly beaten boy in front of me is my brother. I just stare in disbelief at him until he wakes up.
He makes a moaning sound and slowly opens his eyes. "Wha...?" he groans, drowsily. He moves his eyes around the room, and the sight of me broke him from his stupor. "Huh...?"
"Okay, you're alive, that's good." I say calmly. My speaking seems to confirm that I'm not just an illusion because he breaks into a huge smile.
"James!" He throws his arms around me, then needs to lean back against the wall until he's not as dizzy. "How did you..?"
"What? Live? I don't know, I just did," I say, not really thinking that there was much more to it, "I'm more curious about how you ended up here though." It could be how I ended up here, but I doubt it.
He tells me the whole story starting with that night. He heard the gun shot and got out of bed. The man who broke in, which I now know is Scar-face, ran up the stairs after he shot me and found Peter walking around upstairs. Scar-face, who Peter calls Julius, hit Peter in the head with the gun and he was knocked out. When he woke up, he was here, and has been ever since. I suddenly feel awful for thinking that my life has been so bad, when Peter has been here for two years, being beaten and starved to the point of emaciation.
"And it isn't getting any better." I say.
"What do you mean?" Peter asks.
"You do know what brought this on, right?"
"All of this? No. I never really focused on it."
"Well, you know how Dad was so depressed that night?"
"Yeah..." I can tell that Peter doesn't get where this is going by the way he said the word.
"Well, apparently, Julius was trying to by some of his weapon plans off of him. He refused, obviously, and Julius was infuriated. He decided to come to our house in the middle of the night and steal the blueprints, and decided to kill and/or disable anyone in his way. He didn't get the blueprints, thank God, but I did earlier that night. I memorized all of them and now... I can't even count how many criminals have tried to get the plans from me."
"Really? I can't believe it. Oh, They probably thought that I knew the schematics too! That explains it."
"Either that or they thought that you were me. Those idiots would fall for anything. But... There is something I need to tell you... They said that if I don't give them the schematics, then they'll kill you... I don't know what to do."
"Don't sweat it. Just don't tell them, whatever you do." he says, as if he wanted to get killed.
"What are you saying? To just let you die? There's no way I would ever do that. I'd take the shot for you if I could. But there's no fooling them, considering we barely look anything alike now." I say, referring to his injuries and gaunt appearance.
"Well, then, what do you suggest? We can't just walk out. There's guards everywhere." he says and leans his head back against the wall.
"I've been some similar situations before. We just need to relax and leave it all to me." I say, way too over confident in myself. I actually haven't the slightest idea of what we should do.
"Whatever." he replies and blows some of the hair off his forehead, feeling defeated already.
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Whaddaya think? Not quite as serious as last week, but whatever.

-Demy

Talent Shows and Finnick Feeders

I'm finally back dudes. Took forever right? Bleh. Anyway... Me and Little Giry are planning on singing in the talent show at our school (for song, listen to video in the post below) IT'S GONNA BE EPIC, MAN!!! (CRESCENDO, MAN!!! (inside joke, for those of you who don't know that already))

So... Meg... What are we doing for the Rube Goldberg project? We have to do one for science, dear viewers. (Oh, joy) We were planning on making a Finnick Feeder... but Crys thought that was stupid, then the whole secession thing started and now I am so confused...

OH YEAH! I'm in choir now! I forgot to tell you guys that! I'm in with Crys and Meg and everyone else. It's really fun :)

"RAINBOW OF DARKNESS!!!" -Meg. Our director told us to sound dark, but make a rainbow with our arms... And we were singing some Jewish lullaby love song. RAINBOW OF DARKNESS!!!


-Farewell,
Demy (I'll post my Fri Fant today, since I couldn't post it yesterday)

LET ME BE YOUR STAR!

I AM OBSESSED WITH SMASH!!! BEST TV SHOW EVER!!!! (Only cuz its about Broadway (SOOOO MMYYY FUUUUTTTUUURRREEE!!!!! SOOOO PPRROOODDDUUUCCCIINNNG SSSSHHOOOOWWWSSS!!)) I watched Monday's episode after I got back from contest like...2 hours ago. WE GOT 1ST SUPERIOR!!(Christine, My Jazz Choir, and I). I watched Wednesday's Criminal Minds too. Still gotta finish last nights GIFTED MAN. I could not survive with out DVR. Okay, Demy, you and I need to do this song from SMASH for the Talent Show. Its the beginning for the MARILYN THE MUSIC in the show SMASH. Its such a good song. I really like it. Her it is.

The dresses in the picture look just like our Jazz Dresses!



Crazy Dreams; (This ones good!!)

National Pastime ("Cuz baseball diamonds are a girl's best friend...")

SUUUUCCCCHHHH AN AMAZING SHOW!!


WAAAAATTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH


Nick Jonas guest stars on the next episode Monday. (he sleeps with one of the characters)

Heeyyyy

NessaRose was wrong! Crystal Poppin' is a-posting today! I had a band concert tonight, ugh, I hated it. But I did get lots of comments on my outfit, I looked so perty. Lol, well make sure you check in tomorrow for my next Friday fantasy. Now you get to figure out who saved me from the evil Jake! Mwhahaha!

Where is everybody?

Okay so Nessa is the only one posting today. On to my photos.

 This is one of my favorite parts in the play. Glinda "toss,toss,toss!"

 This was a funny phote that shows what would have happened in our play if it wasn't a play.

 Just some cute fiyeraba.

Comment if you understand this!

One of my other fave parts of the play.

Just some drawings of me.



                                                                                                                                     -Nessarose

Whazzz up!

Why did Ness pick that for the title she knows not but she did. Anyways I know I haven't posted in a while but I'm going to update all my storys.

What Is, What Was Meant to Be, and What Could Have Been

Meg Jules Giry here! Do you like the post title? Thinking of using it as chapter title in my book.  Okay...I'm giddy!! Is that wrong? Josh...I think he's gay. So I'm gonna treat him like a gay guy friend...of course I can't talk about guys till I know if he's turned or straight as an arrow. Redranger...he's well...redranger. I don't think he could really like me...not the way I like him.

But this boy...he's been hanging around me and elmo lately. We were close friends in kinder garden. I remember one day, we were swinging...

"I can swing higher than you!!" I screamed.

"No! I-" and he flew out of the swing. I remember how cloudy and wet everything felt. I vaguely remember the blood...I always remembered it as green. Why? No idea....

But lately...he's really cute. I thought about it the other day. He's sweet. Genuinely. FINE! I'M NAIVE! DEAL WITH IT MOTHERS!!

But Elmo comes up to us (me and Crystal) and goes ,"So, If," (his name...crap I don't wanna say it! Thats how much I care! I'll call him...Viktor. Cuz that's friggin awesome)"Viktor were to ask you out, would you say yes?" and so Viktor comes over here and grabs Elmo and goes,"Dude, can I go talk to you. In that dark alley over there? Now!" and me and Crys laughed.

But I was happy. Because I knew for once... It was me. He wanted me. (possibly). It wasn't Crys or Demy or Christine or Ness but me. It's never been me. I've been asked out once that I consider real three years ago. But he was a close friend of mine and spoke very little english (he's from mexico. He's hot now and I regret my decision). But it's finally me. When you're me, all you wanted was to be wanted. My whole life....

Getting sappy, sorry.

Hoping Elmo will say something to him, and that Meg's non existent love life can become one worthy of a Jane Austen novel,

-Meg

THIS. MEANS. WAR.

This is a private message, that I have chosen to share with my viewers. MEG AND DEMY HAVE SECEDED FROM NARNIA, AND HAVE TAKEN THE UPPER MOST NORTHEAST CORNER, AND RENAMED IT DISTRICT 4 OF NARNIA. Like a boss.

We overruled Crys and her friend, Dora, and taken it upon ourselves.

When Crystal took my crap, I threatened to seceded from her country (her fault for not believing me) I made and signed THE TREATY OF NARNIA!! When my things were returned, I hid the TREATY OF NARNIA and it is now void (whose to say it exists? We had witnesses sign it, but their signatures cannot be found, can they?) AND NARNIA IS SPLIT!!!!

Now,I would like to stay separate, but as the hostile actions have been occurring, war may be unavoidable...

Call me vice, wicked, or cruel. Call me wretched and despicable.Call me a prying Pandora, little demon. A little lying Delilah, a little viper. But now, I rule along side Demy.

Anyone wishing to join the Communist Country of District Four of Narnia, must post a comment or contact me at bloggernov11@gmail.com  .  Don't forget to comment!!

-Meg

BLOG HACKER!!!!

Hello viewers of 'An Albino,A Nerd,A Bookworm,A Barbie,And A spazz', this is Toni Blogger. No, that is my name, not trying to pull a pun. I am a new blog hacker, and this blog looked interesting, so, I intended to hack it. I succeeded. Now that I have your attention, IT IS I! CRYSTAL POPPIN'!!!!!!! I FOOLED YOU ALL!!!!! Sorry, I know that was stupid, but I couldn't think of anything else to type. Funny crap happens at my house. A-freaking-mazing.

GOOOOOOODDDDD MOORRRNNNNNNINNNNNNG!!!

It finally let me get on! I wouldn't let me on all day! Using my Grandma's thousand year old computer, (suckville!) I can hardly post anything! But Meg is back and better than ever! Started a 'big time rush' blog today (after constant hounding by my 5-year old baby) I think the url is http://btrwithgiry.blogspot.com/ sorry if thats not right.

I should post on OG cuz I only have a ton left to type (and three left to write! sad!) but I'm gonna work on Chptr 6 on WHAT STEPHANIE MEYER DIDN'T SAY.

I will alert you when the Hunger Mania stories (writen by Christine, Demy, and myself) will be posted. We will most likely wait til the end of season 1 to start posting.

My love and regards-

Meg Jules Giry

Quote of the Day!

"MY UTERUS WAS IN MY THROAT!!!!" - Some girl on The Amazing Race who had just been sky diving.


It was pretty hilarious.


-Demy

What to do? Hmmm...

It seems I have reached an impasse. (joy, right?) I can't think of what to write. I've never had writers block, everything just always comes naturally. I several ideas, but none flow easily. I'm sorry to say that my friday fants are going to be ending soon. Fan fic isn't my forte. So, I could go a thousand places with the criminal minds story, but I'm closing it out. I think just two episodes left for a wrap up. If you want more c minds, check out my other blog criminal cranium. spencerreidmindreaders.blogspot.com

Just to let you know!

-Meg

YIKES!!!

Okay, so I was eating some waffles that I made (waffle-maker :D) and when I was eating them I bit down on something hard. I pulled it out of my mouth, and to my discovery: IT WAS A FREAKING STAPLE!!! I was just like 'HOW THE HECK DID THAT GET THERE!!!!!1' I was freakin' out, man!!! But then my dad told me that he had stapled the pancake mix bag shut. So...haha... that was pretty freaky though...

STAPLE IN MY WAFFLES!!!


-Demy

Crystal Friday Fantasy V

I will keep the introduction short, something happened to crystal just before she kisses Jeremy.



There was a shatter of glass, then there was nothing.
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Jeremy: I didn't know what I should do, but, it just felt... Natural. I put my hand on her neck and the other on her back and leaned in to kiss her. There was a boom. His living room window shattered. He felt Crystal shudder against him, then slump to the floor in a heap. What the f***?? "Crystal? Are you okay?" he bent down to pick her up, then he saw a small trickle of blood coming from her back. "Crystal!" he turned her over and saw a small hole, right where her heart should be. "Crystal!" he was hysterical now. "No, no, NO! Don't die on me! Crystal, please! Don't leave me! Crystal! Can you hear me!" he had started to cry. He didn't know what to do. He got up off the floor, that was now covered in Crystals blood, and looked for a phone. He finally found one and called 911.
"911 wh-" he cut them off.
"Please help! My... Girlfriend was shot!"
"Okay sir, your going t-" he cut them off again.
"Just get a f****** ambulance here to help her! Shes going to end up dying if you don't!" he was furious now. Why didn't they understand that Crystal, his Crystal, was going to die. He gave them his address and hung up the phone, fed up with their arrogance. He went back to Crystal and tried to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood on the floor now. She must be dead by now. One person can't hold that much blood. They took what seemed like an eternity to get there. They loaded her into the ambulance and tried to shut him out. "H*** no. Im coming with her." they decided not to argue considering the patient, and let him in. They gave her I.v.'s and lots of blood, and talked about stuff that he would never be able to understand. At one point, her heart stopped. He jumped out of his seat and started yelling at them. "Why are you so useless! I'm surprised she's still alive even! You guys took long enough! Fix her! Fix my Crystal!" he didn't think she would mind being called that. He was going to say that she was his for as long as he could. We finally got to the hospital and they took her to the e.r. They wouldn't let him come with her this time. They made him wait in some dinghy waiting room. Why, he asked himself, why did she get shot? He would gladly take a bullet for her after what she had told him. and who shot her? When he found out, he would kill them. They had taken his Crystal away from him. They took away his baby.



Find out if Crystal survives this bullet, or if it's the end of the line for her, next week.

Crystals Friday Fantasy IV

Hello people of earth! I am here to give you my Friday fantasy part 4. I am now at Jeremy's house and we just kind of flirted a little bit. I still cannot stand.



I was soo wrong in the car, today got a lot better.

* * * *

The next morning was just like any other morning, except I was in Jeremy's house. I woke up that morning to find that, thankfully, I could walk again. I also woke up to the smell of frying bacon and the sizzle of a frying pan. Stiffly, I walked into the kitchen to see Jeremy standing at the stove making breakfast. There was eggs, bacon, sausage, just think of food you could have for breakfast, and it was there. I gaped open mouthed at how much food there was for I don't even know how long before Jeremy pulled me back to reality.
"Oh good, your up." he said turning around and smiling. "Breakfast is almost done and I didn't want to wake you up."
"Oh, I see," I say playfully. "Make this big breakfast all for you."
"Ha ha, but I'm not that obnoxious. I wanted you to sleep. You kind of had a rough night." he said, his emotions flicking across his face. First playfully, to concerned, and ending with anger. He caught himself and I saw his face go back to concerned. "How are you today, after last night I mean." he said it in a barely audible whisper.
"As fine as anyone would be after something like that. I can walk now, so that's good. I didn't see anything, so I'm not exactly mentally scarred."
"Your not mentally scarred! Crystal, he almost raped you and your going to try and tell me your not scarred!" his voice dropped to a whisper. "I almost killed him Crystal. I know I will be scarred. I will live with what I almost did for the rest of my life." it took all my restraint not to run up to him and give him a kiss, tell him things will be okay.
"But you didn't, that's what matters. Jeremy, you also have to put with that that you saved my life. I wouldn't be here right now if you hadn't pulled him off me. I won't ever be able to forget that." I had sub-consciously crossed over to him.
"I guess you do have a point. You wouldn't be in my house right now if I hadn't." he ran his thumb down my jaw line, behind my head. His other hand on the small of my back. Omg, I thought, I was going to get my first kiss. My heart fluttered as he leaned down. I closed my eyes, waiting his lips. There was a shatter of glass, then there was nothing.



What happened? Find out from Jeremy's point of view next week!

Crystals Friday Fantasy III

Heyyyyy! We left off when I found out I couldn't walk, so he has to drive me home. He ends up taking me back to his house. I know you all loves my Friday fantasies so here is part three. Sorry, I forgot to post it yesterday.



"Just leave it at, I will always love you." I felt so defenseless. I broke down my guard. I told him all my secrets. I had nothing left to protect myself with. I looked up at him sheepishly. All confusion fell away from his face, and in it's place, was adoration. His smile stretched from ear to ear. His teeth glinting in the moonlight. Even his blue eyes betrayed a hint of satisfaction. He looked down at me in his arms. I smiled back at him, not exactly sure what else to say. He regained walking to his car. I didn't want to let him go. He felt all too warm. When he sat me down, his amazing heat left, and I felt empty. He got in the car and started to his house. I had my arm in the arm rest and, he gently took my hand in his. I was shocked. I didn't expect to see this. I looked at him and smiled. He gave my hand a loving squeeze. I loved this. Riding in a 2012 camaro, holding a hot guys hand. It could not get any better. I was way off. We pull up in what I assumed was his driveway, and he carried me up to his house. We was in what looked like a living room. The walls were an off white with tan carpet and brown furniture. His laptop sat on a desk in a corner and his flat screen sat opposite of a light brown couch. He carried me on through his kitchen and into a guest room.
"This," he gestured to the room. "Is where you will be staying. You can go anywhere you like. The bathroom is down the hall to the right, kitchen is down the hall to the left, and I will be right across the way." he said pointing to a door opposite of 'my' room.
"Thanks again for all of this. I really appreciate it." I say.
"Hey, the pleasure is all mine." he said smiling. He hugged me, (God, did I like that.) and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I was soo wrong in the car, today got a lot better.



What will happen to their love affair?? Find out next week, on Crystals Friday Fantasies. Sorry it was really short, but it had to be in order for the next one to make sense.

WHY!?!?!?

WHY DO I SUCK AT WRITING!?!?!? MEG AND CRYS ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME THAT MY WRITING IS LAUGHABLE!


And in other news (considering no one has posted a quote in a while) I just picked up a quote from a movie. (WOLVERINE!)

"Wow. Kookookachoo got screwed." -Logan- er James- er Wolverine- er WHATEVER THE HECK YOU WANNA CALL HIM!!!


Oh! I also got another part in Cats! I now get to be a mouse! In one song theres these cats that act like mice, and I'm one of them. (For those of you who know what I'm talking about, the song is The Old Gumbie Cat) So basically in the song it says "She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice, their behavior's not good, and their manners, not nice! So when she has got them lined up on the matting, she teaches them music, crocheting, and tatting"

TATTING!!! OH YEAH!!! VWAPAAAA!!!!

- Demy out, PEACE!

The Red Rose Gala

Little Girs here! (yes, I said Girs). Just got back from performing! Oh! How wonderful! Redranger...he was...unusually nice. He held the elevator for me, and we rode up together....He let me fix his cuff on his oxford. He was right behind me the whole performance, I swear he could look down my dress!!

I could have danced all night....(my fair lady reference...sorry, musical nerd!)

-MEG

MEGGGGG ISSSS HAPPPAAAAYY!!

GUESS WHO STARTED ANOTHER NEW BLOG!!!!! MEG???????!!!! YEAHH!!!


The Life and Times of Meg Giry . I'm using our youtube url so any of my friends who know the address are welcome to post and my viewers are welcome to view! (contradictory?...)

VIEW IT!! VIEW IT NOW!!!


-MEG

Dr. Specner Reid Interview (TAKE TWO)

Meg has, as we all know, engaged in a questionary with the awkward prodegy, Dr. Spencer Reid. So, I have called him here again. We left off on the wrong foot last time...so I'd like to repair it...

Me:Spence-

Reid:Dr. Reid please, I like to be formally awkword in my interviews, keeps up the nerd-girl fan base you know.

Me-...Spence, I hear you and JJ are mending the relationship since the rape quite nicely.

Reid:Yeah, she's cheating on the red-neck guy with me. It's working quite nicely. He has no idea.

Me:I'm glad to hear you say that, now I'd like to bring in your "friend" Derek Morgan

Reid-Ah, ah, M-Morgan?

Me:Yes, He's been listening the whole time.

Reid-H-hey Morgan.

Morgan-You LIED to me! You told me I was the only one in your pants!

Reid-No! Morgan...it's not...the publichist told me to say it! You know how TV producers can be? Right?

Morgan-Say it? or do it? Hmmm? HMM!!

Reid-Morgan! Please just...kiss me you piece of sexual chocolate! *they make out with Reid's legs around Morgan's waist*

Me-*twitch...twitch*Th-that...ah...concludes our interview...bye...guys...

Morgan-No! Wait! They didn't meet our Black Asian baby named-

STATIC....BZZZZZZDDD!!!

-MEG

Chapter 5!

Here's my Fri-Fant. It's pretty intense this week. INTENSE!!!! I'll let you get to it, then.

Chapter 5: Dilema

At the hospital, Cathrine paced across the room. Back and forth. Back and forth.
"Where is he!? Its been hours since he left! Where the heck did he go!?" Cathrine shouted as she paced.
"I honestly don't know, but can you please stop pacing? You're making me dizzy." Joseph said, annoyed.
"Well, I--" Cathrine started, but was cut off by a knocking at the door. "What do you want?" she shouted.
"Um, Miss Cathrine Jay? You're needed downstairs." a small voice from behind the door chirped.
"I'll be there in a minute." Cathrine replied.
"It's a matter of urgency." the small voice stated.
"All right, all right. I'm coming." Cathrine pointed at Joseph. "Stay here." she commanded." With that, she walked from the room.
Joseph sat on the hospital bed, thinking. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal object. James's pocket knife, which he had easily swiped from him. He flipped it open and examined the blade. It was worn down, but still sharp enough, and was serrated near the bottom. It was an ideal knife for his plans. Kill. First the annoying red-head. Next the arrogant blond.
His plans were going to turn to actions very soon. Very soon indeed.
"So, why do they need me?" Cathrine asked the small woman that had escorted her the the ground floor.
"I haven't the slightest idea. I was just told to come get you." the woman said.
"Well, I don't see a fire or anything. I'm leaving." Cathrine said and turned to leave.
"Please wait, Miss!" the woman called after her.
"I have other, more important, things to attend to." she stated and went to the elevator and pressed the button to close the doors before the woman could catch up. She went back to the room where she was keeping Joseph. The room was empty. The window was open. "Oh, craaaappp..." She stood facing the window on the far side of the room, with her arms crossed. Now what was she going to do?
Joseph slipped silently into the room. He stepped closer and closer to the girl looking at the window, the pocket knife in his hand. He took the final step to her and plunged the knife in her back, right in her ribcage.
Cathrine let out an ear-splitting shriek, then blood came from her mouth. She looked up and, through her blurred vision. Saw Joseph with James's pocket knife in her hand, doused in her blood. Tears slipped from her eyes as he walked away. "He...trust...ed......you...." she whispered as her world slowly went black before her eyes.



Hope you liked it.


-Demy

FANG INTERVIEW!!!

Fang: *glare*

Me:So... What's your name?

Fang: I think you should know that.

Me: Would you just tell me!

Fang: FANG! ALL RIGHT!?

Me: So how did you get that name?

Fang: I named myself.

Me: Why Fang?

Fang: ... 'Cuz I used to bite Max all the time.

Me: 0_0... Uhhh... So... Speaking of Max, I hear that you guys are dating now! How great is that?

Fang: Whatever. I guess she's pretty hot.

Me: When did you first start to like Max?

Fang: Prob'ly when we were little and Jeb took us to the park. There was a duck pond that she went skinny-dipping in. With the ducks.

Me: Ummm... I-I don't know how to respond to that...

Fang: *shrug* Whatever. Still a good memory to me.

Max: *Runs in the room* YOU PERV!!! I KNEW IT WAS YOU HIDING IN THE BUSHES!!! *Grabs a folding chair*

Fang: Wait! What're you doing!?

Max: RAWWWWRRRR!!!! *Beats Fang...repeatedly*

Me: (Thank God, this interview was going nowhere.)

Fang: *bleeds*OOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!

Max: *Grabs Fang by the arm and flies him to the ceiling (which is very high) and drops him*

Fang: AAAAHHHHHHH--!!! *splat*

Me: Ah, crap. Now who am I gonna interview, Max?

Max: *gathers remains of Fang* *leaves*

Me: Well, I guess that I'm done here... I'm sorry about that. Dem-Dem out.

TIM TEBOW

THIS IS FOR CRYSTAL, WHO LIVES UNDER A ROCK AND HAS NO IDEA WHO TIM TEBOW IS!!

funny one of tebow recorded today

PAAAIIIINNNNN!!!!

Just got back from the tennis courts (haven't played since last fall, and my dad kicked my butt) and I am in paaaaiiiiinnnn! I never ran so much in my life! I wished my PE teacher could have seen me.

I got my midterm. First three grades; 100, 100, 104...etc. The lowest grade was a 91, A, in Algebra. Only cuz I bombed two tests. I AM QUEEN! HOW THE FLOCK AM I NOT ON THE HONOR ROLE???


-MEG

Crystal's Friday Fantasy

Heyyyyy peeps. i know i havent been on in FOREVER, but i have been really busy. im sorry guys, i'll try to get on more, but no guarantees.

In an ally with one of my best guy friends

I didnt know what to do. He had me up against a wall. I edged toward the corner, hoping he wouldn't follow me. please, please god, dont hurt me.
"Come on Crystal," he said as he tried to pin my arms. I moved them behind my back, out of his reach. "You know you want to." he was trying to be seductive but he was just scaring me. please, leave me alone. He leans in as if to kiss me. I move and he kisses my hair. He sighed a I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way sigh. "Come on sweetie. Dont be like that. Give me a kiss."
"Leave me alone, Jake." I was scared. I was afraid he was going to hurt me. He wasn't ever like this. What happened to him over the last week?
"Crystal," He said, his gaze melting me. My heart fluttered. I had to look away or he would draw me in, just like Megan. He did the same thing to her, then broke her heart. I wouldn't be weak, I wouldn't give in, but i couldn't look away. He had moved his hand and held my face. I couldn't loose his gaze, his bright green eyes were full of life. I tried to move my head, he squeezed my chin tighter. "Don't make me force you. I don't want to hurt you, just do as i say."
"Jake," My voice was muffled because of his hand. "Please, let go of me." I sounded desperate, and he grinned. he knew i was defenceless. He knew I couldn't do anything to stop him. He let go of my chin and placed it on my waist. He wedged his hand behind my back and pried me from the wall. He put his other hand in my hair. He tried to force me to kiss him.
"Jake! Stop it!" I screamed in desperation. I heard him snicker. I wouldn't give in. I had to stay strong. I wouldn't let him do this to me. I started punching his chest. I think it hurt me more than it hurt him. He sighed and moved his hands from my waist and hair to my hands. He moved me to the ground. "No!! Jake! Please! Don't do this!" I was starting to panic. No one was going to help me. I was going to die here. I knew I was, and there was nothing I could do about it. I started to give up, and Jake felt it, and I felt his smile on my neck. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything. He got up, rather quick for that matter. I heard footsteps, i thought he was walking away, but, they were getting louder. I heard Jake start to say something, then there was a sound of flesh hitting flesh. I stayed where I was, not moving, let him think I'm dead, he'll have no more use for me then.
"What the h*** do you think your doing!" I heard the sound again. The voice sounded familer, i couldn't place it ,but I could tell it was male. I heard something fall the the ground with a soft splash. I could tell it was a body, but the sound kept going. "How dare you do that to her! Crystal! Of all people, you pick Crystal! I could kill you for this! I should kill you!" the sound finally stoped and in place of it was panting. I heard him whisper my name. He ran over to me. I heard him drop to the ground, his hands on my shoulders. "Crystal? D*** it Crystal! Answer me! Please be okay." I could tell he was worried, I was too in shock to open my eyes. I felt him put his head on my chest. Listening for a heartbeat I guessed. I slowly opened my eyes. He looked up, worry written all over his face. "Crystal," he sighed. "Thank god your alive." Oh my god. He was the one that had to find me.

You'll find out who found me next Friday. I will try my hardest to post again next Friday.

1000 Viewer Surprise (Part 1)

Because you guys are so awesome and gave us 1000 views, here is some of your reward for being awesome. I'M INTERVIEWING FANG!!! I hope he doesn't kill me... *gulp*

Well, I shall go forth and interview him... wish me luck...


I'll post the interview later


- Demy (Meg has part 2 of your surprise)

crystal's 10 favorite songs

1. It Will Rain by Bruno Mars- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-w3WfgpcGg&feature=player_detailpage

2. Criminal by Britney Spears- http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=GVIv4rULrys (This is the lyric version. It will not let you watch unless you have an account and are over 18. Stupid youtube.)

3. Sexy And I Know It by LMFAO- http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=wyx6JDQCslE

4. Take It Off by Ke$ha- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edP0L6LQzZE&feature=player_detailpage

5. Last Friday Night by Katy Perry-   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlyXNRrsk4A&feature=player_detailpage

6. Blow by Ke$ha- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFWX0hWCbng&feature=player_detailpage

7. Your The Reason by Victoria Justice- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghFZG4qVmXE&feature=player_detailpage

8. Beggin On Your Knees by Victoria Justice- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPrMvW4YCR0&feature=player_detailpage

9. California Gurls by Katy Perry- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F57P9C4SAW4&feature=player_detailpage (somewhat explicit)

10. Grenade by Bruno Mars- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR6iYWJxHqs&feature=player_detailpage


all of these videos, except for Criminal, are official. my favorites will probobly change again in about a week. check again then.

THE PHYSICS OF SANTA

Original Title: IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS?

1. No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.
2. There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear to) handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census)rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.
3. Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west(which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding etc.
   This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
4. The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal anoint, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
5. 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake.The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim)would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion -- If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.

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Rebuttal: (Jim Mantle, Waterloo Maple Software)
Come on, ya gotta believe! I mean, if you can handle flying furry animals, then it's only a small step to the rest. For example:

1. As admitted, it is possible that a flying reindeer can be found. I would agree that it would be quite an unusual find, but they might exist.
2. You've relied on cascading assumptions. For example, you have assumed a uniform distribution of children across homes. Toronto/Yorkville, or Toronto/Cabbagetown, or other yuppie neighbourhoods, have probably less than the average (and don't forget the DINK and SINK homes (Double Income No Kids, Single Income No Kids)), while the families with 748 starving children that they keep showing on Vision TV while trying to pick my pocket would skew that 15% of homes down a few percent.
3. You've also assumed that each home that has kids would have at least one good kid. What if anti-selection applies, and homes with good kids tend to have more than their share of good kids, and other homes have nothing except terrorists in diapers? Let's drop that number of homes down a few more percent.
4. Santa would have to Fedex a number of packages ahead of time, since he would not be able to fly into Air Force Bases, or into tower-controlled areas near airports. He's get shot at over certain sections of the Middle East, and the no-fly zones in Iraq, so he'd probably use DHL there. Subtract some more homes.
5. I just barely passed Physics and only read Stephen Hawking's book once, but I recall that there is some Einsteinian Theory that says time does strange things as you move faster. In fact, when you go faster than the speed of light time runs backward, if you do a straight line projection, connect the dots and just ignore any singularity you might find right at the speed of light. And don't say you can't go faster than the speed of light because I've seen it done on TV. Jean-Luc doesn't have reindeer but he does have matter-antimatter warp engines and a holodeck and that's good enough for me.
   So Santa could go faster than light, visit all the good children which are not uniformly distributed by either concentration in each home or by number of children per household, and get home before he left so he can digest all those stale cookies and warm milk yech.
6. Aha, you say, Jean-Luc has matter-antimatter warp engines, Santa only has reindeer, where does he get the power to move that fast! You calculated the answer! The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy. Per second. Each. This is an ample supply of energy for the maneuvering, acceleration, etc, that would be required of the loaded sleigh. The reindeer don't evaporate or incinerate because of this energy, they accelerate. What do you think they have antlers for, fighting over females? Think of antlers as furry solar array panels.
7. If that's not enough, watch the news on the 24th at 11 o'clock. NORAD (which may be one of the few government agencies with more than 3 initials in it's name and therefore it must be more trustworthy than the rest) tracks Santa every year and I've seen the radar shots of him approaching my house from the direction of the North Pole. They haven't bombarded him yet, so they must believe too, right?

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Yet another Rebuttal to the rebuttal:
Several key points are overlooked by this callous, amateurish "study."

1. Flying reindeer: As is widely known (due to the excellent historical documentary "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," the flying reindeer are not a previously unknown species of reindeer, but were in fact given the power of flight due to eating magic acorns. As is conclusively proven in "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" (a no punches pulled look at life in Santa's village), this ability has bred true in subsequent generations of reindeer, obviously the magic acorns imprinted their power on a dominant gene sequence within the reindeer DNA strand.
2. Number of households: This figure overlooks two key facts. First of all, the first major schism in the Church split the Eastern Churches, centered in Byzantium, from the Western, which remained centered in Rome. This occurred prior to the Gregorian correction to the Julian calendar. The Eastern churches (currently called Orthodox Churches) do not recognize the Gregorian correction for liturgical events, and their Christmas is as a result several days after the Western Churches'. Santa gets two shots at delivering toys.
   Secondly, the figure of 3.5 children per household is based on the gross demographic average, which includes households with no children at all. The number of children per household, when figured as an average for households with children, would therefore have to be adjusted upward. Also, the largest single Christian denomination is Roman Catholic, who, as we all know, breed like rabbits. If you don't believe me, ask my four brothers and two sisters, they'll back me up. Due to the predominance of Catholics within Christian households, the total number of households containing Christian children would have to be adjusted downward to reflect the overloading of Catholics beyond a standard deviation from the median.
   Also, the assertion that each home would contain at least one good child would be reasonable enough if there were in fact an even 3.5 children per household. However, since the number of children per household is distributed integrally, there are a significant number (on the order of several million) of one child Christian households. Even though only children are notoriously spoiled and therefore disproportionately inclined towards being naughty, since it's the holidays we'll be generous and give them a fifty-fifty chance of being nice. This removes one half of the single child households from Santa's delivery schedule, which has already been reduced by the removal of the Orthodox households from the first delivery run.
3. Santa's delivery run (speed, payload, etc.): These all suffer from the dubious supposition that there is only one Santa Claus. The name "Santa" is obviously either Spanish or Italian, two ethnic groups which are both overwhelmingly Catholic. The last name Claus suggests a joint German/Italian background. His beginnings, battling the Burgermeister Meisterburger, suggest he grew up in Bavaria (also predominantly Catholic). The Kaiser style helmets of the Burgermeister's guards, coupled with the relative isolation of the village, suggest that his youth was at the very beginning of Prussian influence in Germany. Thus, Santa and Mrs. Claus have been together for well over one hundred years. If you think that after a hundred years of living at the North Pole with nights six months long that they remain childless, you either don't know Catholics or are unaware of the failure rate of the rhythm method. There have therefore been over five generations of Clauses, breeding like Catholics for over one hundred years. Since they are Catholic, their exponential population increase would obviously have a gain higher than the world population as a whole. There have therefore been more than enough new Santas to overcome the population increase of the world. So in fact, Santa has an easier time of it now than he did when he first started out.

Santa dead, indeed; some people will twist any statistic to "prove" their cynical theory.



HAHAHA!! MEG LOVES THIS!!!


-MEG

Meg is Devouted to her Readers

Half-day! Half-day! Got out of school on a Half-Day! Meggie here! She is ready to type till her fingers rot off! (sorry for the mental image)

First, I will update O.G. Soap Opera Season 8, the Final Season

Then, I will finish Chapter 5 on What Stephanie Meyer Didn't Say

Then, I will start on my new story/ blog Criminal Cranium which I started last night.

I'll start for next week Fri Fant (I'm sorry it wont be done for today guys:()

-MEGGARRO IS OUTTIE!

(Like the bellybutton)

Hey!

Okay I'm exceptionally overjoyed to be back on here! It's Nessa if you couldn't deduce it from the egotistical use of big words. Anyway is it bad that I have a large contusion on the inside of my elbow? I'm sorry none of my story's have been updated. But an iPod is not really appropriate for long periods. Anyways I will be updating my story's as soon as the weekend hits. No I don't literally mean as soon it hits it's an overused term. Sorry to rant but I think I'm PMSing. This does have a point and here it is Me "Meg pay attention or I'll kill the book." Meg"NO! Me-I'll rip its binding. Meg- Not that book it's new! I love our lunch conversations! I solemnly promise to post there you have it in typing. Anyway gtg my fingers are screaming from typing on an iPod.

JUNKIE BY 100 MONKEYS

er since you left me my clothes don't seem to fit The beers are always empty I've quit trying to quit smoking my cigarettes Ever since you left Ever since you walked out my door The bills keep pilling up It's not as if I can't afford the money I have enough I just given up and I don't care enough
All my family worried about me Well all my friends they'd worried about me What have I done for them to doubt me It's not like I'm a junkie for your love It's not like I'm a junkie for your love
Ever since you left me I won't pick up the phone Every single time I do [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/junkie-lyrics-100-monkeys.html ] Someone asks me if you're home And I have to say no They have to ask where did you go
The last time that I slept with you Was the last time I slept I lie awake with every other girl Wondering if you wept After you left If only after you left
All my family worried about me Well all my friends they'd worried about me What have I done for them to doubt me
It's not like I'm a junkie for your love It's not like I'm a junkie for your love It's not like I'm a junkie for your love It's not like I'm a junkie for your love.

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ORSON BRAWL LYRICS BY 100 MONKEYS

There's a story that we like to tell,
Down in the back room we know so well.
Southside of Austin,
Where these blackout monkeys woke-up often.
In a dirty saloon, yes, the room is a mess,
Where the girls are over thirty,
And the boys are overdressed .
And on the stage played a man they'd call;
Mr Orson Brawl.

And his band the stool pigeons,
They got that speak easy peaking.
And now the floorboards are creaking,
And the men wanna kill him,
Cause their women are peaking.
Only when they call,

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

He threw the false prophet down the wishing well..
Oh well,
Yes, he threw the false prophet down the wishing well,
Oh well, oh well

Now we're talking in dollars and cents
E Pluribus Unum is,
From many we've come and
From many we went,
But thats done son, you got her pregnant,

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

He had a daughter,
Oh he had a daughter,
Yes a beautiful baby girl,
He had a daughter,
He had a daughter,
What did he call her, his baby girl,
He had a daughter,
He had a daughter,
Heaven laughing the day she was born,
He had a daughter,
He had a daughter,
He had a daughter and he called her rock 'n roll,

She'd say hey big daddy (hey big daddy)
He'd say hey there little daughter,
She'd say hey big daddy (hey big daddy)
He'd say hey there little daughter,
She'd say hey big daddy (hey big daddy)
He'd say hey there little daughter,
She'd say I love you daddy (i love you daddy)
He'd say, I love you rock 'n roll!

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

Mr. Orson Brawl,
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.
You had it ah-ah-all.

 

 

 

 

 

-MEG

1032!!!

WE REACHED A THOUSAND! (AND YOU GET A CAR! AND YOU GET A CAR...) Jk, but, you will get a big surprise (if not Gubler. I'm still mad at him! I have half a mind to watch Criminal Minds tonight...I'll DVR it and watch it tomorrow...same thing as cold shoulder or silent treatment)


HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT!

-MEG

P.S. My fri fant won't be posted this week, sorry.

Getting the most from your reading.

Meg here to explain the story (below). The ending was weird,yes. Only because I am sick of the concept of what one would 'do for love'. Stories like Romeo and Juliet, Twilight, Dead Beautiful, and Wuthering Heights are all beautiful stories that express that, as much as they hate to suffer, they'll do what ever the can to ease the others pain or save them.

I don't think humans can just over come the worst flaw we all share-selfishness. I know I am, and I know you are. Don't think yourself more, you'll only sound uppity. I liked the end. George cared a great deal for Megan (I'm sorry I didn't show you how he came to love her, just derive it from the time he was a wolf. I ran out of typing time) but he needed to be mortal, even if it meant taking Megan's life and making her a werewolf.

Sorry for you die hard classic love stories fans, What you consider love, I consider tragedy and it fuels my writing

-Meg

MEG'S V-DAY (TUESDAY) FANTASY

    I loved this. Absolutely loved this. Annie was moving fast across the ground beneath me, like the beast she was. I laughed. How was I supposed to break her? I knew I couldn't. I'd buy her myself.
   
   The wind whipped through my blond hair and I threw back my head in a hoot of joy, the wild side in me screaming out in estcasy.

I, Megan Giselle Brooklyn, was wild. Annie slowed us to a trot across the large plain, surrounded by trees.

"Did I ever tell you I loved you, you pretty thing you?" I mumbled into the beast's ear. She neighed, a laugh sort of thing in response. She laughed and laughed, then did this dance thing in one spot. I laughed with her.

"You had to have been some kind of circus horse. I wonder if they miss you..." I stroked her head as I tried to climb down, she was a whilley thing and needed warning. But then, the the unthinkable happened.

    Actually, I thought about it all the time, I thought about it the first time I climbed on a horse, and I thought about it when I got on Annie this morning. It wasn't her fault, the poor beast got scared. She did what a human would do, it was her way of screaming. But it sure as heck frightened me too. 

Annie reared up.

I held on tight to the main, wishing I put the saddle on this morning. Annie didn't like the saddle, neither did I. But now, I was stuck, and Annie tried to run. I couldn't hold on, Annie, and I still love the dear, shook me off and ran in the opposite direction, but not before she pounded her front hoof, and all of her 630 pounds with it, onto my chest.  

   As the butterscotch horse ran off, I tried to call on her, but I was drowning in my own blood. She was going in the wrong direction, the house was the other way. She didn't like the house. Not the way they treated her...I didn't like the house either.

     So, there I lay, miles from the house, miles from anyone to hear me and only one question remained; what had spooked Annie? If a beast like her was scared, I knew one thing


I needed to run.

   I forced my eyes to where Annie and I had been headed before she bucked. I stared at the shaking thicket, and pray nothing violent lurked there. The brush was vibrating in a painful way, and I was only 12 or so yards from it. I tried to swear, but my mouth wouldn't let me.

   Opening my fat mouth wouldn't be bright either. If that was an animal, and he smelled blood, I was screwed. So, I clamped my mouth closed but, the blood kept coming and soon, my mouth burst open and a pool of it lurked by my head and as the sun set, it grew amber in the light of the setting sun and the rise of the moon.

    In the brush, low growls could be heard, almost angry and plaintive at the same time. I tried to tell myself it was in my head, that the blood loss was making me paranoid, a tendency I was cursed with. But this was real. And so the growls and shaking in the brush grew louder and more violent as more blood ran from my lips, down my face, and into the dust.

   It was getting cooler here in this little field in Texas, and the night would bring predators. The pain in my chest was swelling and my soul was weakening and my morale low. I began to sob.

"Annie!" I cried stupidly, blood spattering at the words. The horse was long gone, she wasn't coming back voluntarily. She was my only hope.

Unless...

The moon was high, it had to be past midnight, my face was caked with blood, sweat, and tears. I tried to move again, but the pain was too much. I was always so strong, what was happening...It was like I was 3 again...

"Megan!" the cry erupted in the wood and I snapped my head up to look. This only caused blood to spill from my lips in a crimson river and to cause so much pain in my neck and spine. I tried to reply, but my voice was to weak and dry and the blood had coated my throat with a sick disgusting slime.

   Then the thicket began again, shaking so violently, I was so frightened. And as, I watched the beast emerge from the bush, I thought I was imagining it.

The wolf was snow white, flecked with gray spots so small, it looked like glitter, but duller. Its eyes were a black-brown or maybe that was a trick of the moonlight. He limped on his paw, that was covered in blood. He knew they were coming, he had too. He knew he had to kill me now, so he could eat or his chance would be gone.

   The white dog came forward, and licked the stained blood of my cheeks, but he left the pools that now surrounded his ankles alone. With each flick of his tongue, I grew more afraid and more at ease with death. The pain seemed to be trying to subside.

And then he stopped.

He took one step back, his paws still soaked in crimson and just stared at me.

And I stared back.

I know you. I feel you. I'll save you.

What the freak did that mean? He threw his head back and howled and then flew into the thicket.

"Megan!" The voice screamed again.

Oh, crap.

"Megan!" I could already feel his arms around me, his filthy egotistic arms that were huge thanks to his pride, money, and time at the gym. I groaned in the pain that he did not cause, but he released me just the same.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his hazel eyes, swirling with color searching mine. No crap, I thought. I've just been missing all day for fun and coughing up blood is my favorite passtime. He was such a freaking idiot.

"I'm gonna take you home. Okay? You were with the dumb horse weren't you? The ugly one?" I was sooo gonna slap him. If he didn't put a roof over my head that is.

"Annie," I mumbled.

"I don't care what her name is," he hissed,"I swear it God. It was her, wasn't it? Damn, I swear, when I find that horse I'll kill it myself,"

"If you so much as lay a hand on that horse-" his look stopped my comment.

   I let him carry me, so I slung my arms lazily around his shoulders. My legs were wrapped around his strong waist and I groaned as he tried hoast me closer and tossed my head drunkenly into his neck. Idiot. Sex-crazed idiot.
 
Another howl erupted from the thicket and I felt his body stiffen and jump.

"What was that?!" Tommy screamed.

"Th-there's a wolf, he's hurt," I whispered,"Help it, please,"

"Our house isn't a charity, Megan,"Tommy growled. Did he have to say our house?

I tried to use it to my advantage. I rolled my head back and made my brown eyes big and pleading and pushed out my peach lips,"Please?" he still looked unconvinced. "For me?" that did it.

"...I would. You know father wouldn't allow it."

I hissed and cursed his father.

"Hey, you can have Sadie's room tonight, she's away at a friends."

Probably at Donald Trump's house. I didn't want to sleep in her bed. And she would have a cow if lowly me even entered her room. Every pink thing I even breathed on would have to be burned.

"I want my bed," I didn't bother to say please, the way I had been taught. Tommy had never cared. He just liked my eyes.

Or something else...

"Okay, we'll find the horse and I'll bring you home," he said, then kissed my hair, the way he did when I was young and scared to come out of the stables. They way he did then, was not the same now.

Or maybe, it was just me.

Maybe not.

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I threw my shirt off into the hay and flopped down into it. After hours of being fussed over, thanks to Tommy, I could finally rest.

"Since when did you start filling out?" a familiar voice asked as a knarled hand messed with the cup of my bra. I slapped it away.

"What do you want, Ethel?" I asked.The ageing woman just smiled. Loon.

"Just came to check on ya, girly, no need for the fuss," her ragged voice had been my lulaby when I first arrived. Now, it was just another one pushing the orders.

"Well, Tommy tried to get me killed," I hissed.

"I thought the horse did that," she said, cocking her head to the left.

"You didn't see me getting proded and poked by stiffs in lab coats," I hissed. She laughed. Again, I say LOON.

"You're lucky he was askin' for ya and didn't find ya, you'd still be in those woods now."

"Oh, boo hoo, I was fine," I growled, pull on a blanket over my shirtless body. I thought of the white dog.

"Why don't you ever talk to him anymore?" she asked.

I flipped around angrilly,"Cause, he's stupid." duh! Hadn't everyone noticed?

"Well, he wants ya darlin'," she said repremanding me.

I rolled my eyes,"The millionairs son does not want the stable hand girl," I said, but once it was out, it sounded real.

"Crap!" I hissed and Ethel laughed.

"Speaking of darlin',how'd you flirt with him to let him keep that beast in the back there?"

"Annie?" I asked hopefully.

"No, not that beast, and darlin' if ya can't keep em straight, don't keep em at all. The white dog. The big fuzzy one."

The white wolf? I certainly didn't get it. Had Tommy...no, again, the boy's too stupid.

"Where," I hissed. Not a question. Her wrinkled finger's pointed. I jumped the stall's fence and flopped down next to him. First a snarl graced his lips, but then a pleading frown of pain as his black eyes met mine.

   I ginglerly stuck out my hand, to let him smell me. He didn't. So, I just reached out and touched him and, he let me. I was going to keep my fingers! Always a good sign.

"You should be restin' child," the old witch hissed."All ya do is work. When yer head isn't in a book, yer on a horse or some sorta beast. And when yer not doin' that, yer takin' care of those kids,"

"Well, some one needs to, other wise there gonna grow up like there parents-"

"Darlin' all of em have!"

"Not my Darcy," I said defiantly, with my chin stuck out. I reached out to touch the paw.

"Its broken, can you hand me that box over there?" I asked Ethel. She tip-toed over speedily regardless of her age. I gave the dog a shot and he smiled up at me. I loved this guy.

Ethel reached over the wall of the stall to touch my arm. "Come rest child," she urged.

I shook my head."I wanna stay with him, or until Annie comes."

Ethel threw up her hands,"Only you would rather sleep in a stable rather than a mansion."

"I'd rather not hang around the servants quarters," I yelled, stretching out beside the snowy dog.

"If Tommy comes a lookin', I'm tellin' him you fled the country!"

"Good ridence to me then!"

"Better just to lead 'im here..."she mumbled. And then she left. They all do.

"Human's are all the same, but we don't need them, do we buddy?" I said, stroking his neck. I watched as his eyes closed. No way this dog was asleep. He had never been petted, that's what it was.

His black eyes snapped open and stared at me.

Could you ever love a thing like me?

"I'll love any one who deserves to be loved."

His eyes closed and he curled up next to me in a ball, his broken paw strone carlessly across my chest.
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"Megan!" Screamed Mario, the other stable hand. I woke up, and covered the dog with my blanket and hid behind the wall. Mario was like 70. He threw my rubber boots at me. Once our eyes met, he said,"They want you."

"Crap!" I screamed,"What time?"

"Ten,"Mario said as I trudged to the hose, my shower,"It's 9:15 now."

I ran.
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Before I walked into the grand dining room, I braced myself. I was certainly not wearing my best shirt ever, but it would do. The Branson's owned this whole place. They took me in when I was like, 3. I had had an accident. It was Tommy who found me. I was alive. The rest of my party, my parents, his brother, all dead. Fun, right? Mrs. Branson tried pageants, and cheering, but my and my red hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Not the way, Sadie, her blond angel did. She stuck out like a tube of glitter, shaped into a flower. She was always the star.

    Tommy, who was alone, and I, who was alone,just...bonded. This was before,ya know, he got stupid. He had always been the closest thing to a friend, what could he possibly want now?

    I straightened the checked brown thermal, smoothed down my blue jeans, and made sure my plated hair was...passable. I pushed open the large doors, so big you could park semi's all over, and walked toward the large table.

    Mrs. Branson cocked her head and smiled her fake smile, and her eyes wrinkled around the corners. I hoped she was keeping up with the botox.  I looked over at Sadie, her blond hair (so not her natural color) mocking me, her sneer making her face screw up and it looked very unattractive.

"Megan," Mrs. Branson hissed in her snotty voice,"Come, sit." I looked over at Tommy, he gestured to me too sit. "How are you?" the snotty voice asked. "Are you well?"

"Fine," I said, looking down.

"Don't mumble!" she hissed. I looked up. "I'm going to cut to the chase. That horse is not fit for my daughter. She can not use that horse on stage. Unless you break it. It's your job." I looked down. Funny how they thought charity works. You live with me, I'll take care of you she had said. No, I sleep in a stable, and work my butt off while her daughter smiled.

"But, since we don't have another 1,000 to blow on a foreign show horse," of course you do, I thought,"You have to break it, now," she hissed.

"I can. I will," I promised,"She's just...wild."

"Well fix her!" she screamed.

I stood without being told,"There's nothing wrong with her, at all, but I'll train her."

"Where are your manners! Do not leave!"

But I left.

    Once in the stables, I saw my Annie and she stood as far away from the thing under the blanket as she could.

"He won't hurt you," I whispered,"He's a kind boy." I removed the blanket from him, Mario always went home at noon, and I was alone in the barn for the rest of the day. "You wanna try to ride again, Ann?" I asked. She neighed a 'no'. I groaned.

"Fine, I'll take out-"I stopped.

"Don't know his name, do ya?"Ethel asked. Oh great, the loon could fly. Freakin' dandy.

"Well, I very well can't name him."

"I told you not to keep him. He's no house pet."

"I never said he was. I'm not keeping him. I'm taking care of him." I stroked the pups head, and he tried to jump up, and I screamed, afraid. He looked at me sad, he was only trying to play, I should have known better.

"Sorry, boy, I thought-I was just startled,"

Liar.

"Stop that!" I told him,"Dogs can't talk!"

I'm a wolf, smart one.

"I am. going insane. Great."

"Still here darlin'" Ethel warned.

"I don't give a ninny what you think,"I told her,"Your just as crazy as I am."

"Fine, fine. But darlin', watch out for him. He's an awful beast," Ethel warned as she left.

"You don't know anything about him! Does she boy?"Wait,...definitely a boy. "I like you. You...you saved me." The snow white dog leaped up onto my lap, and put his big head on my chest. "Sooooo not your head rest,"I told him. I slipped down his head and-"Did you just roll your freaking eyes?!"

He just stared at me, giving me a look of innocence.

"Don't do that!" I yelled.

Do what?
"That too!O! You know what I mean, and-!"

"Megan?" His soft voice asked. I turned abruptly to face him. I could feel my face growing beat red. Gosh! I was such an idiot! Talking to a dog!

wolf

"Ehhhhhh," I groaned.

"Hey, Megan," Tommie said my name again, and I tried to ignore him.

"Hey, Tommie."

Do you know the meaning of the word 'ignore'?

"You're soooo weird!"

"What?!"

"No-no! Not you Tommie! I-I...I just-"

"No, I understand, you're tired. I get it. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go for a walk," he extended his long, tan arm to me. I looked back at the wolf, he was hidden amongst the hay and wall of his stable, which came just above my waist.

    I looked back at Tommie. His ruffled dark hair, wanting to be curly, but ends only in chocolate waves. His green tee, the color of my eyes, was stuck to his abdomen, and showed his masculine torso. His blue jeans had holes-not store bought, but natural occurring-and were too baggy for his body. He was only 19, and I only 17-almost 18-and yet we were so different in body maturity and maturity of the brain.  

"Ya wanna go?" he asked, stepping toward me just a step more. And then another step, and another. He was in front of me, so close our chests were shoved together. I could feel his breath, warm as it tickled my freckled face. Stray hairs from his strong no-longer-boy-like face fell onto mine. His took his warm hands, and planted them in mine and they dangled at our sides.

His eyes were wide, were, and then became two little seductive slits.

"Megan..." His face was drawing nearer and nearer and there was nothing I could do. Shoving him away...I didn't think I wanted to. Why? I had no idea. Tommie was s-h-he was...he was-His beautiful honey brown eyes were staring into mine, making me melt in the core-he was perfect.

Our faces-our lips-so close. I could feel him. This was what I wanted. What was intended. What was needed. My breaths came out shallow and ragged.

"Tommie,"I said, and some how it had turned into a hopeless sigh of desire. "Tommie..." I liked the way his name felt on my tongue, liquid passion.

"Megan," he whispered, eyes never leaving mine, his face so close,"I-I want to tell you something. Or rather-show you," He got closer and our lips-oh God! Our lips...

"AAAARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," The howl erupted behind us was one worthy of pity. I fell backward, out of Tommie's strong grip.

"What was that?!" he asked. Can you say deja vu? 

I kept my head leaning against the wood of the stall, letting the oxygen reach my brain. I looked at my hands. They were red and in pain. Tommie had squeezed them so hard...God it hurt! I tried not to break out into to tears. God, something had to be broken....I heard the white wolf's silent snarl. He was a devil this dog....

"Maybe I shouldn't go on this walk, Tommie,"I whispered.

"Yeah..." he said, not even sparing me a glance. He was looking around the barn for the source of the noise.

He looked once more at me, the passion that had been-or had been imagined there-was gone. They were just his eyes. They meant nothing to me. "You ever need me or want me, just call. Come up to my room. We'll talk. ...We haven't done that in a long time," and he

relucktantly

left, his eyes never leaving mine.

    I threw the big holey blanket on the wolf. "Thanks a lot. He could have kissed me! I don't even know if I wanna be sarcastic or not! I think...No. I do not like Tommie. I could never...whatever. Did he really ask if I wanted him? Did I look that desperate just now? You gotta help me boy."

   The big wolf yelped and hobbled to a spot in the corner. He collapsed in a little spot, and terrified for his well-being, I ran to him.

"Boy! I-" but he was pointing-or his nose was. It was written in the grainy dirt of Texas here on the stable floor.

Georgiea

"Gorgia?" the wolf moaned. "Georgie? Geor-Georgie? Gorge? George? Is that your name? George?" the big ham of a dog smiled. "George," I said, toying with it on my tongue. He jumped up on me in response, giving me a big wet sniff on the cheek, his nose leaving slime on it. "Eeewww! Down bo-George! Down...." he looked at me. With those big, black eyes. Everything felt heavy, and slow. "You're growing on me boy, ya know that?"

That's what I was hoping.

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I was walking in the twilight to the big oak trees, next to the hydranga bushes, which Mrs. Branson had ordered me to water. The two big buckets of water in my hands weighed me down, and hurt my arms, but I didn't mind.

"Megan! Hey! M!" Crap, I thought, Tommie.

"Hey, Tommie," I said awkwordly.

"Hey, ya wanna come up to my room tonight and watch a movie? How about Gone with the Wind? You liked that when we were kids." That doesn't mean crap, I could be lesbo for all you know now.

"No, sorry Tommie. I got Annie to take care of."

"Why are you fixing that stupid horse when-"

"Watch your mouth!" I yelled,"Before I watch it for you." Tommie backed away.

"Sorry, Megan," he hissed. I sneered as he left. How had I almost let him kiss me last night?

I tossed a red braid behind my shoulder and smoothed my green plaid shirt down over my breasts. I agrilly stomped back to the barn after I was done.

"Can you believe him, Annie? What he said....I should have killed that bastard with my bare hands! I can't even believe he did that! Can you George? George?"

"M-megan?"

"W-whose there?" I hissed, taking a sickle in my hand, poised for battle.

"Megan...it's me." whispered the mature and...rather sexy male voice. Focus!

"Show yourself!" I growled.

He stepped into the light. His hair was dark, and it was collected in a knot at the back of his neck. He had a little beard, just a small one with a mustache. His black eyes frightened me.

"Who are you?! Get away," I said, a tremor creeping through.

"Megan, it's me. Don't you recognize me? It's me...George."

I stared. His black eyes. "What. The. F***. George?!!No, sir, George is a dog! He's...he's...Not you!"

"No," said the man, stepping toward me and taking my hands,"touch me."

I tried to scream, but he simple shushed me, as opposed to clamping his hand on my mouth. I respected him a little more. I did as he said and touched him, running my hands over his, up his arms, his neck. I touched his soft cheeks, pale and warm. He was very tall and strong. Not too strong, but strong enough. The touch felt familiar...but who knew?

"Maybe you are, George. So what?"

"I need your help, Megan. Please?"

"I'm just gonna say I'll help you without knowing what I'm doing."

"Megan...I-I'm not human."

"Figured that much,"I mumbled.

"I'm a werewolf."

"Freakin' dandy."

"I need one thing...to be human again."

I looked down,"What's that?" I asked softly.

"A kiss, a lovers kiss," he said.

"Whoa, down boy,"I whispered. He gave a hoarse laugh.

"A kiss on the night of New Moon, from a woman I am in love with,"

"Whoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa, wha-"

"OR! One that saved my life, which you did, while you were in pain too," his eyes raked over me. I folded my arms over my chest.
"What are you looking at?" I growled.

"Nothing. It's just nice to be tall enough to see your face over your breasts."

My face burned crimson,"You were staring at my breats?"

"I was three feet tall and you wear a C cup."

"That does not excuse you!" I teased,"Umm...anyway...I guess just sleep here, next to me. The new moon is in 6 days...we're good."

   He stretched out next to me, and ripped his shirt off. Wow. He was a human? Who knew....Maybe I should be more freaked out. He was very handsome though...like reeeeaaaallly hot! Hotter than most.

   After a while, I listened to his breathing and while he slept, he curled into my side and rested his head on my chest, the way the wolf had. This was so him. 

And I fell asleep, curled up in his arms.

How weak.
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"Megan? Can we talk?"

"Can you?" I asked Tommie. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you ill-tempered sevant girl," he growled.

"What?" I hissed.

"Look, M, I care about you. (And I'm only speaking the truth). Frankly, I'm going to give you one last chance to be with me."

"Be with you?" I hissed.

"Yes, just...think on it, babe." and so, Tommie Branson left me raditating with rage. I could've killed him. I stomped into the forest and climbed up a big oak. I couldn't stand it! Him! Whatever!

"I don't like him either." I screamed.

"What? Whose-" but I stopped myself,"George you scared me," I whispered.

"Sorry," he said, swinging himself up on my branch. He looked at me in a funny way that made me self-consious. We had spent the last 4 days straight together, and I think he may be the best friend I've ever had.

"What?!"I squealed, slapping him. He tottered on the branch and I wasn't scared for him in the least. He caught himself (of course).

"Nothing...you look pretty today...Until you hit me! Now...you're dead!" and his arms reached out to shove me, but I clung fast to his shirt and his arms wrapped around me and brought me into his chest. What was this? He was warm...damn! He smelled good!

"...You're dead..." he mumbled, kissing my neck. I broke out of his grip and stole down the tree.

"Sorry," I said," not like that." He simply stared after me. I tried to walk off, but he was soon behind me and asked;

"But what if I love you! More than him?" That stopped me dead. What was I to say?

"...Then you love me."

"And?"

"...and nothing."
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I stood on the night of the new moon, ready to do this. Just a kiss, right? Easy. A peck on the lips, so greatly value...why? I watched tiredly as George approached me.

"Hey," I said," Ready?"

"Most definately, my darling," creeper.

"Okay, lets-"

"M!" I could have shot Tommie. "Please just-whose that?"

"I could ask you the same," shot back George.

"Shut up! Lets just...go," I said, leaning into George.

"I really do love you, you know," he said in my ear,"That's why I'm sorry," my lips on his as he spoke,"I have to kill you," and his cold lips sucked the life out of me and shove a new one in. I screamed, but not in time. Tommie shoved him off me, and my spirit fell to the ground-literally- and neither one gained my mortality
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I awoke that next day in the forest, with not a clue in head to what had happened. I began to run, and I relized how large everything was. What was this? I began to look around and realized that I was too short. I looked down at my feet, which had been replaced by a pair of russet paws.











A Meg Giry Story.