25th Piece

This is the 23rd post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.


After all the plucking, poking, pinching, and brushing they are finally finished with everything. They tell me to stand up “gently” and they will lead me to a full length mirror. The lady has her hands around my eyes very lightly, to not smear the makeup but so that I won’t see, and the man is holding my hand and leading me forward. We stop and the girl lifts her hands away. I still squeeze my eyes shut, I don’t want to see myself because I know no matter how hard they try I would never look how I am supposed to and will probably just be yelled at again for not being perfect. “Open your eyes dearie,” Darlene says softly “You look gorgeous,” I tentatively open my eyes and then grow still. There must be some mistake; instead of taking me to a mirror they are showing me a picture of someone else wearing the same dress. I lean in closer and the girl in the picture does the same. Slowly I start to see the resemblances between the girl and me. I turn toward the assistants and Darlene, well shuffle that is, and sit on the floor looking up at them. Darlene immediately sits next to me after the assistants cringe when I hit the floor. “What’s wrong doll?” She asks in concern, I close my eyes and breathe in, the last time I was dressed like this was during the accident. The heavy dress got in the way of saving my family. I let out a shaky breath and stand up again. “Don’t worry nothing is going to happen today,” I hear in my ear, I slowly nod my head and say as perkily as I can manage, “What are we waiting for? The party is about to begin right?” The trio smiles at me and with some extra fluffing and dabbing we head out.

24th Piece

This is the 22nd post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We go into a blank room. There is nothing in here but white walls. I was about to ask where everything is when she snaps her fingers. The floor disappears and is replaced with a gaping hole. When it returns from its journey it is filled with clothes, makeup, jewelry, hair things, I don’t know what to say except, “Ew,” “What was that doll?” Darlene asks, “Oh nothing, except for the fact that I despise everything in here.” For some reason I feel like I need to be rude. I guess I’m just fed up with being me right now and having to deal with all of these problems. I am really tired and just need a nap or something, but no of course not, I get to spend the next three hours doing something I hate. Awesome. Why can’t I go somewhere and a nice person will tell me some good news, and hand me a mug of hot chocolate? Is that too much to ask? I groan as she drags me to the dresses. Don’t get me wrong they’re gorgeous but they would be even more beautiful on somebody else. She stops in front of a blue dress. It wasn't like a dark blue boring dress, but a gorgeous almost ocean blue color, with layers upon layers of fabric, with brown spirals running up the sides and across the top of the dress. It looks heavy. “Perfect! It’ll look great on you. She takes it off the hook and holds it up to my body, face, eyes, hair, everything. She waves to assistants over that seemed to appear out of nowhere. They size me up, take the dress, and scamper away. “Well what are you waiting for? Go with them!” I stumble as she pushes me in their direction. They appear again and shove me into a seat. They take the dress and disassemble it. There is a corset. They hoist me up and undress me, first I felt embarrassed but I got over that pretty quickly, especially when they put the corset on. By then my embarrassment changed to anger. One of them is holding onto my arms and the other pulling the strings on the back. After about five pulls I couldn't breathe, “Hey! Loosen it up back there I can’t,” He tightens it even more and I actually whimper. When he’s finished I try to free my hands from his assistant’s iron grip but she won’t let go. This is probably a good thing for them because they start putting on the dress. I thrash and scream until they put the entire dress on. “Can I least see myself?” I ask, I figure if I am going to be put in the dress I might as well think I look at least kind of pretty no matter how much I hate it. They tell me to sit in a chair and not knowing what else I can do, I sit. “No!” They both yell, I immediately stand up and stare at them. “Not like that,” The woman screams. “Like what?” I yell back clueless. “Not like this,” She imitates me throwing myself in the chair and sitting hunched over, “Like this,” She gets off the chair and gently sits down and makes her back go straight, it looked uncomfortable. I try to mimic her and trip into the chair, but I sit up as straight up as I can. “Now for the makeup,” The assistant says with some sort of brush in her hand, and a huge smile on her face. I tilt my head back, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and scream my heart out.

23rd Piece

This is the 21st post for the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

The man speaking stops in his tracks, he has been pacing, and swivels around to face me. “What was that Audra?” He asks softly. Ok Audra you need to think fast otherwise you’re going to die.Am I really talking to myself? I am aren’t I. I’m going insane. “I, uh, was just trying to warm myself up to the idea of wearing a dress,” He looks at me, his eyes are the same but his face and stance are skeptical so I push on, “I was saying that if there’s trouble then I can possibly use my, what is probably going to be 50 pound dress, to either sit on them and crush them with the weight, or use a piece of it to strangle them,” I smile big hoping he bought it. “Well there will be no need for any of that.” He says, and starts to pace again. I sigh with relief through my still smiling mouth, and look at Eric. His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly ajar, I guess he’s also surprised I wasn’t shot in the head right then. I force a sigh and try to look uninterested when I say, “Is there anything else you need to tell us before you say ‘Be gone.’?” His gaze holds mine for full minute before answering, “No there is nothing more other than who you shall be going with in just a few minutes.” “Who we will be going with? Where would we be going?” “To get ready for the ball of course!” He exclaims. Eric and I take a step away from him. “Now?” I ask as calmly as I can possibly manage. “But of course, you only have 3 hours to get ready!” I stare into his eyes, while his whole face is beaming and even his body seems to be excited his eyes are still cold and hard. “You, Audra, will go with Darlene. Eric, you will go with Daniel.” My eyes never leave his as I am pulled away by this woman who I’m guessing is Darlene.

22nd Piece

This is the 20th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.


I walk toward the desk as calmly as I can hoping, that whoever this is doesn’t hear my heart beating a mile a minute. “Do you know why you are here?” His voice booming, “No, actually I don’t. But I bet you’re going to tell me,” I say loudly so my voice doesn’t shake. The man walks into the light. He was tall and had dark hair with gray streaks that frames his face, but the thing that intrigues me the most would be the scar. That same kind of scar was on that other man I spoke to, and Eric. His scar comes from the middle of his lip, crawling down his neck and into his shirt. I stare into his eyes which are a pale blue and show no emotion. His thin dry lips struggle to form a smile as he says, “You are quite right, quite right indeed, I am going to tell you why.” I note that he has a slight accent, either from Britain or Australia. “There is a ball that you will be attending this evening, you will have to wear a gown to this event but may bring any jewelry you desire.” I look to my left hand that is still inexplicably clutching the ear thing. “Including that horrid thing,” I instinctively try to hide it in my hands before saying with disgust, “I really have to wear a dress?” He ‘smiles’ again but the amusement still doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” I groan as he turns to Eric. I notice the guard skirt out of the man’s sight. “And you a tuxedo,” He states. I see Eric wince at the thought. We never wear clothes like that, because we hate them. They are the most restricting clothes they can put us in, well the ‘gown’ anyway. I decide to put the earpiece on to free my hands and hear a muffle. “Audra? Are you there?” I don’t know what to do so I stand there frozen, hand still touching my ear, and whisper, “Yes.”

21st Piece

This is the 19th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I'm still staring at Eric when we stop. What does he mean nothing? The hallucinations must have been painful otherwise he wouldn't have brought them up like that. You know, saying that they were worse than being awake during an operation. I can't find any logical solution to what they could possibly be about. The guard coughs. I turn my head slowly not meeting his eyes until Eric's were out of sight. "They are ready to see you now." I stare into his eyes unmercifully until he turns away rubbing the back of his neck. I walk slowly into the room with Eric behind me and then the guard last. It looks like a death chamber. There are weapons covering almost every square inch of the walls. I can't even make out the color of the walls, maybe a grayish color? Most of the weapons are from medieval times, don't get me wrong there are modern ones also but medieval seemed to be the favorite. There are hatchets, guns; I think I even see some sort of laser. My eyes run over the numerous weapons. My mind telling me that they can come in handy soon. I suddenly have a horrid feeling in the back of my head. Like an evil presence took the form of a spider and is crawling around the back of my skull waiting to strike. I shiver. The lights are dim and where the lights did shine only glinted off of the metal. I keep walking trying not to look fazed, Eric and the guard don't even try to hide their horror. "Good evening," speaks a dark voice. God how I'm getting sick of these kinds of meetings, how many have I gone to where there's a dark looming figure, in a dark room, that talk to me in a deep voice that seemed like he wants to destroy me? 5? I don't know I've lost count. Might as well answer I'm guessing that I don't want to make whoever this is angry. 

20th Piece

This is the 18th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post. And please if you haven't read the other 17 posts please go back and read! It won't make as much sense if you just read this one! Thanks.

Once we are out the infirmary we caught our breaths, unlinked arms and started talking again. “So what really went on in there?” I ask barely above a whisper. We were a little bit behind the guard but I didn’t want to take my chances of him listening in on us. Eric glances at the guard and replies in the same tone, “I was put to sleep a lot so I don’t have very many memories, but sometimes when the drug they give me wears off I find that I have new scars or cuts. Other times I’m awake when they cut me open and inserts some sort of liquid or something, even though that sounds bad it gets worse.” I stare at him and notice the scars for the first time. They hurt him. They hurt my best friend; they’re going to pay. I inhale quickly when I see a large scar that ran from the bottom left of his neck to the upper right. How in the world did I miss that? He catches me staring and assures me that he was asleep for that one. Where have I seen that before? I push the thought aside and look at him asking to continue his story. “The worst aren’t the scars or when I’m awake it’s after the fact. It’s the hallucinations.” “What were they about?” I ask. I was curious to know what would be more painful than being awake while being cut open. He opens his mouth about to talk but then shuts it. I can see in his eyes he was thinking really hard. His mouth was a tight line and his eyes look like he’s trying to find an answer. “Nevermind it was nothing,” He mumbles.

19th Piece

This is the 17th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

He opens the door and we step inside. I get a better look around the place. It’s a pretty standard looking infirmary the basic white walls, people in lab coats, and different looking pointy things here and there. Possible weapons if anything go wrong, I immediately think. We head straight to Eric’s room. The nurse is standing over him and I take a better look at her. She looks to be in her 20’s has brown-red hair, wears what looks like pounds of makeup, especially on her eyes, is kind of on the short side, I'm probably taller than her and I’m what? Fifteen? I think so... I start making my way to Eric. I did not rush or fling myself toward him and start crying in his shoulder saying how much I've missed him, sorry if you were hoping for that you romance people. He’s sitting on the bed and it looks like he has some more color in his face which is always a good sign. “Hey,” I say quietly “Hi,” He replies. I take a seat on the bed next to him. “How are you feeling?” I ask. While I ask I look directly into his eyes to try and find the real story. “Pretty good, well better than before,” His eyes answer back saying that he’ll tell me later. I nod my head in the slightest way so that he knows I understand but anyone else will see as me tilting my head or something. He looks down at my wristband concern in his eyes. I completely forgot about it until now and notice that I'm still picking at it. "It's nothing, just a torture device made to look stylish," I say with a smile, "What is it really?" he asks his eyes not leaving my wrist, "It's just something that tells me that I'm needed." I lean closer and saying staring at his eyes, "I think there is a tracking device in here but I don't know, and if we don't want to look suspicious we had better change the subject." He looks into my eyes smiles a little bit then yells, “Look I can walk!” He leaps off the bed and lands heavily on his feet. I wince, but jump off the bed with him. I see the nurse’s eyes widen and she starts coming towards us, probably to stop him. It looks like he knows what he’s doing so I give her the death stare until she backs away again to talk to the guard. Eric and I prance around the room like a couple two year-olds but I don’t care. He’s wearing the same uniform as me and I yell “Look we’re twins!” He stops dancing, looks down, looks at me, and then bursts out laughing. I laugh not having a care in the world until the guard steps in. “It’s time to go,” He states in a loud clear voice. Eric and I exchange glances, link arms, try to stop our laughing, and skip out of the infirmary behind the guard.

18th Piece

This is the 16th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We walk through the hallways stopping at every other door. There are doors covered in everything, from teddy bears, to guns, to flowers, even just solid rock. How that last one is even possible I don’t know. He has a routine for each door though, first he cracks one open, looks back and forth, makes a hand gesture even I can’t describe, and walks back out. We seem to be heading toward the infirmary but he can’t possibly. I haven’t seen Eric in what seems like forever. Not since that tiny incident when I climbed a tree but you know, whatever... He starts to walk faster and faster until it feels like I’m jogging next to him. He’s stopped looking into doors now and is just ‘walking’ through the halls. “Why are we going so fast?” I complain. He just grunts in answer. I sigh and keep jogging. People must take speed walking classes or something.  I’m getting kind of confused though because we were getting seriously close to where Eric is. He races down the hall and stops in front of, you guessed it, infirmary.

17th Piece

This is the 15th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I’m about to go when the guard bursts through the door. The woman in the white and glittery dress shoots him a glare. If looks could kill then he would be off to that ‘better place’. “Sorry,” He says and literally bows before her. He comes up to me and says that someone needs to speak with me. She starts walking towards me and the guard backs away. Ok, I really need to figure out names because woman in white and guard aren't really working out. “There’s a dance tonight. The people you’re about to talk to are going to be telling you this. Here,” She hands me some sort of jewelry. It looks like an earring but not so much. It went around you ear and had skinny chains coming down. On some of the chains there were feathers and beads. The feathers are brown with white, gold, and black patches in the middle, and the beads are brown and black. I guess it was designed to match my hair which is brown and sometimes, when in the sun, glints gold. “It has a microphone and headphone in it so you can hear and speak to me during your ‘talk’ and the dance.” I look into her eyes and see that I won’t be able to return this gift. “Fine,” I utter and I can see the relief flood through her. “Just one question, what’s your name?” She smiles and says “You can call me Giagia,” I start to head out the doorway and look back, she’s still smiling... creepy. You think that’s creepy wait until what comes next... I stop in my tracks and turn around, Giagia is gone.

Things To Remember

Hey I was talking to acouple people who read my blog and found out that some of you guys aren't reading the posts in order! Ok so what you need to remember is that my writing for the past, oh I don't know, all of my writing posts except the first two, are the same book! To understand what is happening you need to read from the beginning! So if you want to read some paragraphs without stiries attached read the 1st or 2nd Piece. To start at the beginning of my book start at the 3rd Piece and read up until the last piece. You will notice that I write on there what kind of writing post it is. The writing posts of my book say like this is the 5th piece of my book I talked about in the "What My Blog Is" post. A second thing to remember is to COMMENT! That's all. :)

16th Piece

This is the 14th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is Post"

The room suddenly seems to twist and flow into an ocean of color and transforms into an office. I vaguely remember this place and it must have shown in my eyes because she says, “So you do remember.” I look at her questioningly and she explains. “This was your father’s office, your real father.” “What do you mean ‘real father’? I know my real father remember? He died with the rest of my family in the ‘accident’,” I say calmly. In the back of my head though, I can feel the sadness that has been locked up for so much time starting to become free. I've avoided talking about my family for as long as I could but I have a feeling I won’t be able to talk myself out of this. I’m also curious. What does she mean ‘real father’? Is she saying that the father I lived with almost my entire life isn't my, and again I quote, ‘real father’? “Yes,” she says quietly. I jump a little bit even though she had only whispered. “Before you ask I can read your mind as you would say,” “I- I don’t understand.” “You don’t need to, at least not now, what I want to tell you about is your family, mainly your dad.” “What about him? Why is he so important and why are you choosing to tell me now? Why not earlier? Like before the accident perhaps?” I couldn't help but ask so many questions. I am so confused. “I’m sorry Audra but there was no better time. I need you to pay attention.” When those last words left her mouth she looks around quickly scanning the room and says hurriedly, “Your father is one of the main people who created the Agency but he has been missing for about a week, the same amount of time we..” she clears her throat before finishing, “ We invited you to stay. I think I’m the only one who knows though because everything is going on as planned but I have a feeling that he’s not just out for no reason but is in danger.” I open my mouth to say something, anything to try to make sense of what is going on but before I can utter a sound she starts again “Look I know it’s hard to believe but we can do things that others can’t. We have both been injected with a, certain liquid, which makes us better than the rest of our kind.” “What do you mean our kind?” I exclaim “I’m sorry but this conversation is over and you should know I don’t believe anything you’re saying you can’t mean to say that we can read minds see into the future all of that fun stuff. I-I can’t even” My voice starts to dwindle and I realize I’m shouting and have stood up but I don’t care. I need to leave find Eric and leave. “But you can’t!” I look over and she stands up also. I stand there with my mouth open because she yelled. “Can’t what?” I ask in such a small voice I’m surprised she heard me. “You can’t leave. Eric is getting better but he still needs rest. I’m astounded that you haven’t known about what you can do at all yet.” she seems to be thinking to herself and mumbles, “It just doesn't make sense. The liquid was supposed to work by now.” I start to get irritated and yell, “Well it didn't okay? I need to leave and you can’t stop me. I’m done.” I need to get some air. I need to find Eric first. And so it begins, who was that?

15th Piece

This is the 13th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We stand in front of a very familiar door. The screens room, the lady with the braid, my questions. Everything I want and need to know can be right behind this door. We walk inside and he lets go of my arm. He slowly backs away to the door like there’s a lion or something in the room that shouldn't be startled. As soon as he shuts the door the room becomes pitch black and I hear, “Hello again Audra.” Her voice is as beautiful as it was the first time we met. This time I don’t ask who’s there or where she is. I just wait for her entrance. Instead of the flash of smoke and that whole shebang she floats down from the ceiling. It isn't like one of those movie things where you could see the ropes holding her up, it seems as though she is weightless. Spotlights shine down on her. Her dress is white and glitters in the brightness. Her hair isn't in one long braid this time but down with little braids tucked inside.
 When she gets closer to the ground a white chair raises from the floor. The chair is about as tall as I am and covered in white velvet. She floats down into her chair and smiles at me. A second chair rises. It is covered in gorgeous aquamarine velvet. It isn't as big as the white one but a perfect size for me. I am suddenly lifted up about two feet in the air and flown to the seat, even though it’s only five feet away. I sit gracefully on the chair, which the magical force must have done since it’s pretty much impossible for me to do anything like that on my own. The chairs turn so that we are facing each other. “Hi,” I say less beautifully. “I have something very important to tell you Audra,” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before she continues, her voice shaking, “I need you to listen very carefully, because I do not want to repeat myself.”  I lean in closer and she begins.

14th Piece

This is the 12th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I start to remember and tears spring into my eyes. The crashing, the burning, the crying out for help, and the feeling of helplessness. It’s all too much. I look up at the ceiling and start playing with the new bracelet that I got from the guard. It shocks my wrist when he, or they, need me. I stare at it wondering when it’s going to buzz again. It’s made of metal with a gold strap running down one side where the shocks come from. It seems pretty sound except for this one square shaped part near the gold. It looks like it was put on after the bracelet was made because it doesn't go around smoothly. My first thought was tracking device. Once my paranoia, which can be very helpful in some situations, created that thought I've been trying to get rid of it pretty much all day every day. I’m mindlessly picking at it now, when it starts to buzz. I sit up instantly, heart pounding. That thing scares the life out of me every time. I come out of my room slowly. Opening the door a crack, inch by inch I make my way out. Once I’m in the open the guard grabs my arm and says gruffly with a tip of the head, “Audra.” “Guard,” I say with a mimicking voice and a tip of the head. We walk down the hallway, and as usual I start my round of questions. Some of them being... “Where’s Eric?” “Where are we going?” “What’s your name?” “How long have you been here?” “Were you sentenced here like me?” and others, but with each question he simply looks forward, not showing anything. He’s usually holding onto my arm when he takes me places and sometimes when I ask him a personal question he squeezes my arm a little tighter without realizing. Occasionally I think it must be fun having this job, being able to hang out with me and all, but other times he looks so lonely and sad that it makes me think again of all the things that the Agency has done to me and what they probably have done to him too. He is human after all...right?

13th Piece

​This is the 11th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I wake up in a bed. It isn't that dreamy bedroom that had the rain forest mural, the bay window, the chandelier, nothing. It was just a boring room with only a bed, bathroom, dresser, and a mirror. No windows to let in natural light, the walls are a bland gray; it seemed as though everything was that grayish color. The walls, the ceiling, the clothes that they make all of us wear... except for that one lady with the walls that turn into screens. I've been thinking about talking to her more but I’m stuck with a guard. The only space he’s not with me is my bedroom because there is no way I could possibly escape. Trust me, I've tried everything. From chiseling the walls with a knife stolen from the cafeteria -- oh wait scratch cafeteria "dining hall"-- but the walls seem like they are made of solid rock. They probably are. And the latest thing I've done is trying to sneak past my guard buddy when he's sleeping. It seems like he has something inside of his body that senses whether or not I'm sneaking out. He probably does. I flop on the foreign bed and think about the conversation I just had with Mr. Iskajif. It seemed pointless, I mean we discussed nothing, he told me nothing, I told him nothing, it just doesn't add up. The only thing I can think of is that he wanted to see me. Not see me as in talk to me but literally see me. I don't know why I hadn't done anything special in my life. Nothing that I know of anyway. I turn onto my side and I think back to the freedom, the love, the hate, the past. I think back no matter how much it hurts. 

12th Piece

 This is the 10th post of the book in my "What My Blog Is" post

He is about seven feet tall, with sharp gray eyes that notice every move I make, no hairs whatsoever except for his eyebrows which were black but very thin, and a scar that ran from his skinny eyebrow across his eye and then down to his lip. He seems to have a constant scowl on his face. At least it’s a change from all the fake smiling I've been seeing. He gestures to the leather chair indicating that I should take a seat. I slowly cross the room, my eyes never leaving his, and sit.  He doesn't speak for a few minutes, just stares. I start to get uncomfortable and tap my foot. The sound echoes off the walls and I cringe. Then he starts to talk, “Good evening, Ms. Audra.” His lips barley move but his voice fills the room. “Hello.” I respond. I can’t help but stare at his scar and wonder how it came to be. “ You've been quite a handful Ms. Audra. You do realize that don’t you?”  "Yes I do.” “If need be I will throw you back into the dungeon with your little friend Eric.” “No!” I yell. He tries to smile but it turns into more of a grimace. I cough and say softer, “No. If Eric goes down there in his condition he'll die for sure. Please don't.” “And why not?” he demands. “I-I don’t know.” I say looking down. “That’s what I thought.” I stare at him and know that he would throw me in the dungeon in a heartbeat. The real question wasn't why; it’s why not? Realizing this I look at him harder and say, “Why don’t you throw me back in the dungeon? I’m not going to deny it, I should be down there. But I’m still here with you. Why?” He leans back in his throne of darkness and sighs. Not a sigh of meanness, but a sigh of fatigue and misery. I also lean back in my chair and close my eyes. I think about Eric and how sick he was. He’d never survive if he came out of the infirmary much less in a dungeon. “You can take me. I’ll go without a fight. Please. Just don’t take Eric.” I say quietly. “I can’t.” He respondes gruffly. Before I can ask what he means he snaps his fingers and the guards are there again. They lead me out of the room and I look back at him. He has his elbows resting on his desk and his head in his hands. He almost looks like a normal guy who was just under a lot of stress, until he lifts his head up and stares at me. Behind those cool gray eyes I see pure hatred. I quickly turn around and start walking faster. 

Just Letting You Guys Know

If you don't know or haven't noticed I have been updating my blog daily. That's because I've had stuff already written on my computer but now I'm running out. Sorry if this is something that you look forward to everyday but I need to write more. Ummmmm I think that's all I have to say I will update it as much as possible but for right now I don't have anything else. If you guys have some ideas of what should happen next..... LET ME KNOW!!!!! I want feedback that's one of the reasons I created this blog in the first place! 
(P.S. sorry about the super long post for the "5th Piece" I was..... experimenting...)

11th Piece

This is the 9th post  to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

When I go inside, of course, guards are there and they ask very nicely, considering what was going on, that they were to lead me to see Mr. Iskajif. From the way they say his name I knew that he is bad news. I’m led through spotless white hallways that have multiple doors. One of the doors opens to more hallways of different styles. Some of the styles being medieval with armor, shields and weapons, another would be observatory hallway, I guess, the walls were made of glass and you can see people talking, being physically tested, and trained. After that hallway we went into another hallway that only has one door. We walk toward it silently and my heart starts to race. We stand outside that door for a while. I was just about to ask if I could see the nurse because my heart should not be able to beat this fast for so long, when they open the door. The lights are off and everything in the room is black. From the painted brick walls, to the black tiled floor, the huge desk that filled up half the room, the black leather chair in front of it, and the black throne that sits behind it. I try to look at the face that sits on that throne but the room was too dark to see. The guards or “ chaperons” as they like to be called, shove me in there and quickly hurry out and lock the door. The lights instantly turn on and I have to squint and wait for my eyes to adjust until I can see him. 

10th Piece

This is the 8th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

They all have a gun ready in there hand and are spreading out. One starts to come by my tree and I hear my name a couple times coming from the radio on his shoulder.  I figure out that they were trying to find me. I look at the branches above me and start to scramble up the tree. It was a lot easier now because the branches are evenly spread out. After about five minutes of climbing I’m at the last few branches and out of breath. I look down at the Agency. It’s a huge building and you would only know your way through it if you've memorized the entire layout and even then it’s iffy. Suddenly I hear, “I just saw that tree move! She must be up there!” I look down and see that they have made a circle surrounding my tree. I decide that I have no choice but to come down and surrender, but I don’t. I want to see the way that they react to the situation. Most of them are just looking at one another confused and have no idea what to do. They have probably never had anything go wrong in their bubble. Everything was perfect and no one is going to try and run away or climb a tree. Why would they? The officers who aren't looking off into space are barking orders. One tries to climb the tree but gets nowhere near the lowest branch. The whole time I just sit there laughing my heart out. I haven’t laughed like I have today in so long and it felt good, like I was a normal kid who just heard the funniest joke in the entire world. I forget about Eric and all the things that went wrong and let the laughter take control. After the officers started getting angry and my sides hurt too much to bear I came back down. I ignore all their stares and casually walk to the building. Someday I’ll leave; but not today.

9th Piece

This is the 7th post of the story I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I feel like I’m underwater and run back through the now unlocked door past the nurse who was obviously spying on us because she reddens as I glance at her. Past the doctor who looks like he has that smile permanently glued onto his face, then run through the winding halls until I find a door that leads outside. I scan the landscape that’s too perfect to be real; too flawless to be made by nature. Nope, can’t breathe here either. I run past the rubber trees and plastic rocks all perfectly aligned with one another until I come up to the gate. Huh. Forgot about that part… Now what? I scan the perimeter and find that there are no guards which must mean they think no one can get through it. I size it up and this is what I see: A very tall what seems to be five inch thick metal electrified unguarded gate. Well that looks pretty sound I don’t think a couple of kicks would even make a scuff mark. I sigh and rule out going through the front. There’s a ten foot wall that surrounds the agency topped with barbed wire. I make my way down the path and look up at part of the wall. It was painted blue at the top to match the sky and green at the bottom for grass. No sticking out brick or rock. Nope I was in a pretty secure cage that’s for sure. I sit on a near plastic rock and look at the fake grass. It seems as though everything’s fake around here, the rocks, the grass, the dirt, and the trees… the trees! I look around at the nearby trees and am suddenly thankful for the climbing lessons from training. I find the tree nearest to the wall and look at the bark. Very realistic but the lowest branch seemed to be about twenty feet in the air. I start to climb after a few failed attempts I get about six feet off the ground. I look down and then focus on that last branch. First thirteen feet away then ten then five then I’m on the branch. I look at the world outside the Agency and smile. I think of all those times Eric and I were out there swinging on the tree branches and doing cartwheels and handstands in the grass. Eric. I realize that I can’t leave. That would mean I’d have to leave him behind, and I would never do that; not after all he’s done for me. So I sit on that one branch and look over the wall. The trees sway with the wind and I hear the howl of a coyote. After a while the sun starts to set and I hear some rustling coming from behind me. Hoping for some wild life I crouch on the branch and look down. Instead of seeing a rabbit I see guards, many guards. 

8th Piece

This is the 6th post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I burst through the infirmary door. I run up to the first doctor I see and ask frantically “Where’s Eric?” He points me to a door at the end of a long hall with the fake smile on his face. Luckily I’m getting used to it. I sprint to the door that, unlike every other door in the Agency that swings, is locked. I’m still pounding on the door when a nurse comes with a key. “Now wait a minute hun, you’re going to break down the door before I even get the key in the lock!” She exclaims. I take my now numb hands away from the door and she unlocks it. Immediately I push the nurse aside who started to ask me about my head and run to Eric. His eyes are closed and his chest is barely moving. “Eric?” I whisper. I touch his face and say a little louder, “I am so sorry. This never would have happened if it weren't for me.” Another tear falls from my eye but I ignore it. I was about to ask the nurse something but then I notice that she’s gone. I hear him take a deep breath and start to cough. His eyes open and look at me. He asks in short breaths “Thunder?” It seemed as though each letter was painful. I smile a little bit at his nickname for me and respond, “Yeah, it’s me lightning. I’m really sorry for what happened to you it’s entirely my fault.” “No,” he gasps “No, it’s not. I should have done more.” “Are you kidding? You are literally on your death bed and you are saying you should have done more?” Almost too soft to hear he replies “Yes,” Then his eyes close again. 

7th Piece

This is the 5th post about the book I talked about in my "What My Blog Is" post

“You knew my mother?” I ask. “Of course I do! I know everything that happens around here. And you haven’t been the most innocent girl today have you?” “Well I guess I haven’t. But only for good reasons!” I say my voice sounding a lot louder in comparison to her silky tone. I make a mental note to whisper when I’m around her. She laughs and says, “I would think that they would be. But I also know that you are looking for your boyfriend, yes?” I can feel the heat rushing to my face and manage to mutter, “Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend. I-I mean he is my friend and a boy so I guess if you look at it that way he’s my friendboy right? And-” She stops me with a wave of a hand, “Don’t worry, I get it. Now do you want to see what happened to him or not?” I nod my head not letting myself speak again and further embarrass myself. “Well then let’s take a little look-see  Hmm?” I stare in amazement as one of the dark seemingly plain walls turns into a huge screen. I find that I’m looking at Eric and myself right before the men came. I touch where the wound should be on my head and pull back surprised as I touch bandages. I hadn't even thought about the injury since I got knocked out at the dungeon. I look up and see the men starting to enter and me going limp in Eric’s arms. He looks at me for a second and then his face turns hard. I know this look; I've seen it when we go into battle together. It’s when we realize what we are fighting for and that the people who did it are going to pay. He sets my body down gently. Then he faces his opponents and goes into a fighting pose. One comes closer and pulls a rope from his suit and for a split second I see Eric’s eyes widen as he realizes that I was right and that they do want us captured, but instantly his eyes are back to normal and his foot connects with the man’s jaw. I look at the old woman and whisper, “I did that a little a while ago.” She looks at me and replies with a half-smile, “Great minds think alike.” I turn to face the screen again just to catch a glimpse of one of the masked men’s fist goes for Eric’s stomach. I instantly stand up to protect him but then remember that I was watching this on the screen and slowly sit down my eyes never leaving Eric’s face. I feel a tear slide down my cheek because when he needed me most I was unconscious and there was nothing I could do but sit and watch as they finish Eric off and carry us out the door. The screen goes black and the woman turns to face me. I feel like a statue and that I wasn't in control of my body. I just stared at the blank screen that was now turning back into a wall. “I know where he is.” She says and stares straight into my eyes. “You-you do?” I stutter, my throat not wanting to cooperate with me right now. She nods and says “He’s in the infirmary. He fought like a dog and got pretty bruised up,” She pauses, “He really wanted to protect you,” I stare into the old woman’s eyes to see if she was joking but her eyes are hard and I know that she is telling me the truth. I wipe the one tear off my face and ask in a finally even tone “Where’s the infirmary?” 

6th Piece

This is the 4th post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

After hiding Benny’s body behind a groaning crate I run through the halls bursting through doors trying to find Eric. I find myself being smiled at and people telling me that Benny wants to talk to me. Too bad he’s never going to be able to do that again. I say I’ll start looking for him and ask if they've seen Eric. They all reply no with the same smile on their faces as Benny had. I start to have less hope in finding Eric but convince myself to open one more door. I walk slowly down the hallways looking at each door. Some were covered in metal, fur, and jewels. They were all so fancy but one stuck out to me, it was white. No fancy colors or lights or sparkles, just white. I push slightly on the door and walk in slowly a fake smile planted on my face and brace myself for the pampering and smiling. I get greeted instead by a dark room with nothing but a wooden rocking chair and a stool right beside it. I was about to leave when I hear, “Come sit down. Don’t want to wear yourself out on the first day of your arrival do you?” “Who said that?” I ask glancing around. Suddenly there’s a flash of light and smoke. Once that clears there is an elderly lady sitting in the rocking chair. She doesn't have the same uniform as the others; which was a navy blue collared shirt and black pants. She was wearing a stunning red and gold dress that swooped and tucked in the most intricate and pretty ways that you know everything was made by hand. “Why, don’t you see me? I’m sitting in one of the only two chairs in the room,” she says with a very fragile and soft voice. “I see you,” I say quietly still awed by her entry. “Good then come and sit down.” I make my way to the stool which I now see has a cushion on it made of the same material as her dress. “I know what you've been up to today and I must say that it would have been something your mother would have done as well.” She says with a smile on her face. Not like the huge obviously fake smiles that are on the faces of everyone else but one that only raises the corners of her mouth into the faintest hint of a smile. Now I really look at her. I haven’t talked about my family since the accident and I need to know if I could share my family with this person I've never seen in my life or if  I should just walk out now, find Eric on my own, and leave the Agency again. She has white hair she wore in a braid that reached her waist, bright hazel eyes that twinkled when she talked about my mother, and a slim frame that looks so petite that she could be broken in two without the person fighting even trying. She made me have the urge to protect her, and I make the decision to trust. 

5th Piece

This is the 3rd post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I start my way up the golden stairs that twists in circles.  There are a couple crates around the floor holding who knows what, but I think I hear a growl when I walk past one of them. The walls are covered with paintings of men and women who were some of the best fighters the Agency ever had.

When I was little one of my only dreams was to be on that wall with all the others… until the accident. I get to the top of the stairs and turn left into a hallway decorated with everything flowers, from the walls, to the tables, even the floor. It looked like a meadow exploded in here. Almost all the doors and/or hallways are designed around certain items for comfort I guess.

I head into the second door on the right. It seems like everything in here was designed just for me, then again it kind of is. The Agency programmed all of the things I wanted into a computer and created my dream room, from the purple chandelier, to the mural of a rain forest on the wall, paintings of stars on the ceiling that lit up when the room goes dark, the bay window, and the canopy bed.

 This is the first time I actually like having them know about me. I sit on the window seat and look outside. The trees are in perfect alignment with one another along with bushes and a fountain. I see two people outside with swords in their hands. I can't tell if it's two guys, two girls, or one of each since they both have masks on.

It’s been weird coming back to the Agency, even though it’s only going to be for a "little" while, it seems as though everyone is trying really hard to please me. Like it’s a game of who can pamper me the most. Then I remember that they never pampered me like this unless I was going to get some bad news.

First it was that my turtle died when I was seven. Then it was that I wouldn't be getting a new bike. (Motorcycle that is) Next was the accident, but what could it be now? I ran away about three years ago and this is the first time I've been here since.

I’m still wondering when Benny, my old training instructor, knocks on the open door. He was in his late 30’s and had brown hair and eyes. He was about 6 ft. 5” and was built pretty heavily.

 “Come in Benny,” I say suspiciously. He’s always the bearer of bad news since he’s the one I used to be with the most.

“Hey Audra, how are you?” He asks politely.

“Fine,” I reply cautiously.

He doesn't look at me but everywhere else.

 “Look there’s something I need to tell you.” He finally has his eyes skim over my face and when he notices I’m not going to say anything keeps talking, “We, meaning the Agency and I, want to know if you would like to stay at the Agency… forever.” He says slowly.

 “Wait, what?” I ask quietly all of a sudden out of breath, my heart racing.

“We would love it if you would stay long after your required 2 years. And I personally promise that the accident that made you leave before will never happen again.”

 “You want me to come back? You people really believe that saying that the ‘accident’ will never happen again will make me want to come back?” I fume.

Benny just stares at his hands.

“Of course it’ll never happen again! You only get one family! This is punishment, mostly because I’m around the people who caused the ‘accident’!” By now I’m close to tears.

“Don’t cry,” Benny says raising his arm to comfort me.

 “No.” I say swatting his hand away.

“No what?”

“No, I won’t stay. Once my time is up I’m leaving immediately. And if I don’t leave then it will be sometime before. But definitely not after!” I scream.

I run down the twisting stairs into another guest room and slam the door.

 “I know you’re smiling. I know you got that warm feeling inside when I asked you,” He hisses through the door.

I want so badly to say I didn't at all, but the thing is that a small part of me does want to smile and to feel happy and good. I want so badly to go back to the Agency and back to how my old life was. But, what they didn't know was how much seeing all of what was going on would change me. Now I have a stronger ache in my body. One that is much more powerful than the want of my old life, the ache to stop all of what was happening. To stop the hurt and pain the government is causing starting with the Agency.

 I wipe my nose and eyes with my arm and slowly open the door and see Benny smiling but in his eyes I can tell that he is irritated.

 “See? Everything’s going to be ok! Everything’s going to go back to the way it was. You will get a new family and might even get an assignment! Now won’t that be exciting?”

While he speaks the smile never leaves his face. I start to slip out of the room and smile as realistically as I can, which isn't that hard since I know what I’ m going to do next. He holds out his hand his mouth open about to say something else when my boot connects with his jaw.

He stumbles backwards, then chuckles cradling his still smiling face which is now bleeding and says in a gravelly voice,

 “I really don’t think that was a wise decision Audra. I've trained you throughout your entire life and know every single one of your weaknesses.”

I barley dodge a fist that was about to hit my neck, the old death strike. “Please, you really think I’m going into this fight blindfolded? I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought." We walk slowly in a circle sizing each other up,

"I've seen you fight and it’s not like you don’t have any weaknesses yourself! You are all talk. I know that you were happy to see me go. You were scared I was going to be better than you, and guess what. I am,” I say in a hard tone.

With that the wicked smile leaves his face. That’s when I knew that this isn't training any more. From here on out, he’s not going to be able to sleep until I’m killed, he doesn't care if anyone thinks I should be alive. No, now he is in death mode.

 He comes at me with one hand formed into a fist and punches me hard in the stomach and almost all the air inside me leaves. Gasping for air I scan my surroundings because as he once told me a good little agent knows where she is and how her whereabouts can help her. And as we all know I’m a very good little agent.

 I see the crates scattered here and there. I climb to the top of the nearest one and jump towards him. Sensing what I was doing his hands were already there to catch me. What he doesn't realize is that I'm not aiming for his head or anywhere else, no that would be too predictable. Predictable is not a word in my vocabulary, the entire time I was aiming to where he’s going to put his arms. My feet connect and I hear a sickening crack. He screams and his eyes are now bloodshot.

He comes at me one arm swinging limply at his side, blood dripping from his face, but I’m ready for him. I give him a kick to the chest and he flies backwards hitting the ground with a thud. He gasps and I put my right foot on his chest, lean over him and say sweetly with a huge smile on my face, “Don’t worry Benny, I’ll make this quick.” Then I make sure I have the correct spot and give him what he was going to give me, the old death strike. Now I know that I was never going to be able to go back and live my old life.

I am officially against the Agency.

4rth Piece

This is the 2nd post of the book I was talking about in the "What My Blog Is" post.

I wake up in a dark room that smells like the attic in a grandmother’s house, old and used… I sit up and am instantly greeted with my head throbbing in pain.

“Ow.” I say under my breath.

 I hear a click followed by a groan that is obviously coming from a door and turn around to see a guard. He looks about six feet tall and is built like a bull. He has a nose that flares every time he takes a breath, two heartless beady eyes that are too close together, and a brown mustache that swoops down to his chin and covers his mouth, and the filthiest, greasiest hair then anyone I've ever met. Yup, he is quite the ladies’ man alright.

“Get up.” He pretty much growls.

 I stand up cradling my head in my hands trying to stop the throbbing.

“Follow me.” He says in the same tone.

It seems like he can only speak two words at a time. I follow him down a hallway where there are a bunch of other cells. I hear moans of pain and agony, and stare into the eyes of the hurt and hopeless. I quickly turn away only to face another person.

I realize that the guard must be the world’s fastest walker and have to pretty much jog to catch up with him. I don’t dare ask where we are going, afraid I am going to be punched and I won’t be able to fight back with my head throbbing a mile a minute.

 We take a couple turns and then he comes up to a door and tells me to go inside. Actually he just shoves me in there. I find myself standing in what looks like a principal’s office.

An older looking gentleman was sitting at the desk. He had graying hair and wrinkles but other than that he looked like he could be in his 30’s. His ice cold green eyes were directly on mine which made me uncomfortable and I squirm a little.

“Have a seat,” He says in a cold tone.

I immediately sit down on the blue chair facing him.

“I have a decision for you to make.”

 I stare at him wondering what kind of cruel activity or punishment it will be.

“You either stay here,” He gestures to the office and surrounding dungeon, “for a year, or you stay upstairs like you used to for the next two years.”

You’re probably thinking “of course she’s going to go with the second choice it may be longer but it sounds so much better.” Well you’re wrong it’s a pretty even balance for me.

 I think for a while and end up choosing the second choice. I would have picked the first but it literally came down to the constant cries from the neighboring cells, I wouldn't be able to handle hearing them in that much pain.

I tell him and feel a slight prick on my neck. I look down and catch a glimpse of a dart. The last thing I see is the old man smiling the creepiest smile anyone can ever think of times ten before I black out.

3rd Piece

Here is the 1st post of the one book I was talking about in my 2nd post.

Of course they didn't stop. Why would they? If they want someone dead they get it done in a day. They must want us alive, captured and they’re using the damsel in distress technique. Unfortunately, I know who’s going to be my prince charming. 

I just figure this out when Eric jumps through a window, shattering the glass, and making my head throb even more. Before I can even start to explain what they are doing, he’s sitting next to me. He strokes my hair, which is probably matted down with blood and dirt, making sure to not touch the spot I was hit.

“Eric,” I manage to squeak out.

“Shh. Don’t worry it is ok, everything is going to be ok.”

“No listen to me!” I say with a slightly louder voice, “We need to get out of here!”

We were running from the cops. We just snatched a couple candy bars what was the big deal? But it isn’t the cops I was worried about, it was who they called. Someone must have gotten a good look at me and recognized my face from the posters that are scattered everywhere.

The cops were nothing compared to what I’m running from. They had contacted the Agency, my worst nightmare. I was born and raised there and a while ago I ran away.

They used to be caring until a few years ago.  I once caught a glimpse of a young boy around the age of ten being escorted through the massive doors leading to the Agency. He had obviously been beaten recently since fresh blood was coming out of a slice that ran across his forehead.

I had just come from my sword training and was heading back to my room. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and the boy made eye contact with me for about three seconds and in that short time a little bit of my heart broke for this boy. His face was impassive when he walked through the large hall, but his eyes told a different story.

Something has been wrong with the Agency lately. People have been missing for weeks on end and when they come back, if they come back, they are covered in bruises, cuts, and burns.

I was always taught that it was rude to ask about other people’s scars unless they brought it up first so I said nothing. There were rumors though. They would float around occasionally making their way to me. They were about people being tortured for information, something about a crack in the system.

I always put them off as rumors but when I saw the little boy in front of me, I had a feeling they were true. They would torture their own people and ten year olds for their benefit and that didn’t even seem like it was for something serious. And now they are after me. Awesome.

“Don’t worry its safe now let me check your head,”

Eric starts to turn my head on its side to examine the wound. I am blasted back to the present and remember the situation. We found an abandoned apartment about a month ago and have been staying here, but it is no longer safe, the Agency took this away too.

“NO!” I screech and jerk my head out of his reach, “You don’t understand! We’re going to be captured if we don’t leave right now.”

I start to get up but once standing my vision gets blurry and I fall back down. Right before I hit the floor he catches me. I search his crystal blue eyes hoping he’ll see that it’s not the head injury talking.

“Please,” I whisper.

Sirens start to sound and Eric looks around frantically. I see people in masks coming out of windows, doors, vents, so many different places that I give up trying to see who comes from where. I struggle to stay awake, but right now I feel dead and useless in Eric’s arms. I decide to succumb to the darkness that looks so welcoming compared to my horror of a world.

2nd Piece

This also doesn't have a story to go along with it so please comment!!! (sorry it isn't as exciting...)

The girl walked towards the ocean heels in one hand the bottom of her dress in the other. Her toes dipped into the water, it was suddenly up to her waist but she kept going farther. A cold, unmerciful wave hit her in the face and strangely she started to laugh. Then a figure came into view, the girl squinted trying to make out who it was her laugh the only sound that filled the air echoed along the shore. As soon as she realized who it was she stopped laughing and the person stopped walking in the utter silence. Silently she stood up, left the ocean, and as soon as she hit beach started to run, tears already mixing with the salt water on her face.

1st piece

This has no story connected to it. You can leave a comment saying what you think it should be about. I would love to see all the different ideas!

 I scanned the ocean front with its boulders and the crisp white sand. At first I didn't see her, but when I did it felt like I was made of stone. She stood alone on a huge boulder looking down at the waters below; I could tell she wanted to jump. As soon as she glanced my way I could move again and started to scramble up the rocks. My fingernails left scratches on the boulders. In the back of my mind I felt that I was bleeding. I didn't know where or how, but at that moment I didn't care. I kept making my way towards the girl screaming at her to stop, but I was too late. She made her choice and was already in midair. I made my last attempt and leapt at her but it was no use. I heard a splash and when I looked down she was nowhere to be seen. I felt a tear slide down my face. Normally I wouldn't cry, wouldn't take drastic measures for someone I didn't know, but I did know her. Because that girl, was me.

What My Blog Is

Since I want to be an author when I get older I am devoting this blog towards my writing. (Hence the title) The first two or three are separate and don't have anything else to go with them. If you want to comment on them saying what you think they should be about, like what should be written with them I would love to hear it! The one's after that are pretty much all going to be based on the same book. If it isn't then I will let you know! Thanks for visiting my blog! -Lindsey