Silver Note::Chapter1::

“Ariella wake up our plane leaves in 2 hours” Justin whispers gently shaking me awake. “okay im up” I whisper. I quickly get out of bed grabbing my last minute things. I look around my room to see if I forgot anything, since I’ll never come back to this bedroom again. Something catches my eye. it’s a heart shaped necklace hanging from a hook, I’d placed it out of the way, so I wouldn’t have to be reminded everyday of who was gone, Grandpa, he’d given me that necklace, the day before he died, it still had remnants of his song. It was always a sweet melody, that I could never name. I reach forward and grasp the necklace to my chest, listening to the soft melody. “do you want to put it on?” Justin asks coming into my room. “uhm….Yeah I do” I say surprising myself. I place the necklace in Justin’s hands and he places it around my neck and the soft melody continues to play and when Justin clasps the necklace his hands, skim over my skin, and a sad love song plays in my head. ‘All he wants is to be loved’ I think to myself. He drops the chain and it lightly tugs and my neck. “there, now is that everything we have to go before they catch us!” he exclaimed. I look around my room once more, and grab one thing, the picture of me, my best friends and Justin. I hold it close to me and leave my room, which will never be mine again. I turn back to the room one more time before closing the door an following my brother out the door to his car, which is filled with belongings of ours, to be brought with us to Washington. I slowly climb into the car feeling the warm heat spill from the small heater of the car. Justin slides into the driving seat and starts to pull out of the driveway. The little analog clock flashes lights and reads 3am. “God” I whisper and Justin laughs, “what is it to early?” he asks. “Yes!” I exclaim, now driving on the main road. “Hey how far is it to the airport?” he asks looking to you. “20minutes” I say words slogging together from exhaustion. “okay, now sleep, ill wake you up when were there” he whispers patting my head. I stick my tongue out but agree nuzzling my head into the cushion of the car seat. Justin drives us to the airport effortlessly, and we reach our destination without problems. “wake up…again” he says lightly shaking me. “Kay” I mumble, shifting in the seat. “Don’t you wanna get away as soon as possible?” he asked, trying to get me moving. “Okay fine” I mumble, unbuckling my seat belt. Justin reaches across me and opens my door, then opens his own and climbs out, and starts retrieving belongings from the back of the car. I pull myself out of the comfort of the seat. “Can I have some help here?” Justin asks franticly obviously having trouble with the weight of the objects gathered in his arms. I rush to his side before he drops our belongings, “Thanks” he mumbles. “Welcs” I say smiling. “You know I hate when you say that!” Justin jokingly exclaims. “Ah, I know” I say in a sing-song voice. “Come on, were gonna be late if we don’t hurry up” Justin says walking towards the airport entrance. “What about the car?” I ask seriously. “Oh yeah” he says emotionlessly, he walks back to the car and opens the back door, pulling out a sign, reading ‘FREE’. he latched the sign onto the rear window and taped the keys to it as well. “there we go” he exclaims walking towards the entrance once more, me sluggishly in tow. We reach the boarding area, soon enough, and eventually board the train, without so much as a glance. Me and Justin settle into our seats preparing for the long flight. “Justin?” I ask innocently. “Yes?” he whispers. “How are we gonna survive, I mean im only 14, and your only 16!” I say worried. “We’ll figure it out Air” he says calming me, using my nickname, that only he used. Me and Justin had been emancipated from our abusive, alcoholic parents, who no longer had any judgment over us, so we chose to move away from our home In New York, to a town in Washington state, they call it ‘unincorporated south hill’, the only reason we were going there, was because Justin had a good friend there, who offered to help knowing our situation. Justin managed to get a job there, to keep us stable, and he says I have to go to school, of course id be starting high school. “Air, I forgot, I have a gift for you I know its not much but its something for the trip and maybe for longer, too” Justin says in a rush, while looking into his carry-on, pulling out small book with a ribbon sticking out the top. “Diary?” I ask smiling. “uh-huh I know it’s a little stupid but I promise I wont read it or anything” he says nervous. I lean over awkwardly and hug him, “thanks Justin, means a lot” I say leaning back into my seat. He hands me a pen and nods toward the book. I get the idea and open up the book and proceed to write,
Uhm I’m knew at this, haha, well my names Ariella, but my brother calls me Air. Erm, im 14, 15 in a few days, I have nobody but my brother, and im worried hes taking to much on. God I sound really stupid right now, talking to a book! Well im really tired im going to SLEEP! Off to Washington scared, hope I can make it through high school I don’t think ill make it honestly. Love I guess? Air
I shut the book awkwardly, and lean back into my chair trying unsuccessfully to become comfortable. I fall asleep after many failed attempts. “Wakey wakey, no eggs and bakey!” Justin says into my ear, loudly. I slap by my ear, and end up hitting the seat, I look to him and give him my best ‘mean’ look which ends up looking stupid, and we both laugh hysterically. The flight attendant scolds us and walks towards the front of the plane. “Sorry, but the planes landing soon so you gots to wake up!” he exclaims. I feel happiness rush through me. When we do eventually land we all stand up and proceed to the exit, my arm brushes with a woman and a harsh guitar bass ricochets through my mind. I pull away shocked, she gives me a glare and I scurry away pulling Justin with me quickly. I hear his sad love song faintly, as I pull him through the crowd out to baggage claim. When I finally drop his hand, his song still lingers in my mind. “in a rush?” he jokes, I smile faintly. “Don’t worry, hey the
res your bag!” he says happy. I reach for the bag and pull it of the never ending conveyor. I look to Justin bags already in hand. “Come on” he says motioning me to follow. I walk after him, leading me to a room full of people, some holding signs with names, some shouting, some just starring aimlessly. I look around the room and spot a sign with ‘Ariella And Justin’ Written on it, I look to Justin questioningly, he just leads me to the sign. “Hey, dude long time no see” he says casually, to the guy about Justin’s age, holding the sign. “Hey Man!” he exclaims. They hug, and turn to me. “Casey Sanchez” the boy says extending a hand. I gingerly I shake it with my own, he smiles. His song is a song that I recognize, not a lot of songs have lyrics, but his did, it was, ‘how you love me now’, by Hey Monday, I feel my face growing hot by the second, and retract my hand. He smiles at me but drops his hand. “My names, Ariella, call me Air, if you want” I say trying to sound like I don’t car
e, but I truly do. “okey dokey then Air” he say cheeky. A giggle escapes my mouth, and then Justin pulls Casey to the side, and I hear him saying something harshly, and Casey expression drops, but he nods, and they come back over to me. “Ready to go?” Casey asks. I nod vigorously, and Justin says nothing. Casey reaches toward me and takes my bag, and walks toward the exit of the airport, and Justin follows carrying his own things. I follow mindlessly, avoiding contact with others. “You act like people are a disease!” Casey called over his shoulder. I looked up nervously, and cracked a smile. He chuckled and opened the door for me and Justin leading out of the airport towards the car garage. “I’ll go get the car” Casey volunteers. “I’ll come” Justin says leaving everything with you. Casey looks at you concerned for leaving you, but turns away and walks toward the elevator on climbing on leaving the garage dark. ‘crap’ I think to myself. Someone grabs me from behind and I feel a scream
escape my mouth, and something covers it, a hand. “scream again and DIE” he yells madly. I clamp my mouth shut, ‘accidentally’ biting his hand. “Agh!!” he screams, dropping his hand. I try and run, but he trips me making me cascade to the ground. “Bitch!” he exclaims. I scramble up as fast as possible making a run to the elevator, pressing the up button over and over. “Its not working is it?” he asked evilly, I spin around and he punches me in the stomach and grabs me, then the elevator opens and I see, Justin and Casey. The man covers my mouth, and my scream is muffled, but they see it all. “Let her go!!” Justin yells and Casey launches at the attacker, as I struggle. Justin gets on the attackers back and he releases me and Justin pumbles the attacker. I fall to the ground. “Are you ok??” Casey exclaims kneeling down to me. I just nod not trusting my voice. “Here leme carry you.” I shake my head but he ignores it and gathers me in his arms, carrying me bridal style. He walks into the
elevator motioning for my brother to follow and he reluctantly walks into the elevator. “Ready to walk?” Casey asks. I nod ignoring the splitting pain in my ankle. He gently sets me down, I let out a gasp and collapse under my ankle. Justin and Casey grab me before I can fall and Casey picks me up again. “Silly girl your hurt” he whispers to me. Im still gasping from pain, but smile at him. When we reach the car, Casey lightly sets me down making sure I don’t put any weight on my ankle, supporting me. “Let Air sit in the front, theres more leg room” Casey says swiftly, and Justin nods carrying our belongings to the car packing them in. Casey gently helps me into the car before helping Justin. “We need to get her to the Doctor” Casey says, putting the last bag into the car. Justin reaches up and shuts the trunk, climbing into the back seat. “Where’s the closest Hospital?” Justin asks. “uhm 20min maybe?” Casey estimates. I let a groan escape my mouth. The jabbing pain in my ankle wouldnt
let up. I grasp the arm rest of the seat tightly, my knuckles whiten. Someone places there hand on mine, but I feel myself losing consciousness, dizzy from pain I put my head between my knees. Someone’s hand moves from my hand to m back moving in soothing circles, im sure its not Justin. My vision, fades and I find myself in blackness. (BTW I’m 12 Lol)
wake up to a bright, white room. I sit up abruptly, remembering where I was. My leg was being weighed down, a cast, I observe. “Sit down sweetie” I nurse whispers patting my leg, I reluctantly lie back down, looking around the room. “Your friend and brother, are asleep.” the nurse says pointing to the floor. I look over the bed and see Casey curled into a ball, and Justin sprawled across the floor. I giggle and the nurse smiles. “You COULD leave now, but im not sure if they’ll wake up.” the nurse says politely. I nod, “what time is it?” I ask, “10Am” she replies leaving the room. ‘Wow’ I think. I feel to my side and run my fingers over a book, my diary. I smile opening it, reaching for the pen on the small table. I begin to write.
Broken leg, yay, well I guess I should tell you how the songs started…
I was 12 and got into a car wreck woke up in the hospital, and then whenever I touched someone I heard a song. I learned no 2 people shared a song UNLESS they were meant to be together, and when people were to die that day, they had no song, My grandpa was the only person I ever never heard a song. I don’t hear my own song, so I’ll never know who’s meant to be with me, sadly. Casey seems, Nice, and Extremely Cute, hahaha! Oh god I just looked at my cast and Justin signed one side huge and Casey the other, just as huge. Uhm its Saturday, and all I wanna do is get to my ‘new’ home
Love I guess?, Ariella
I shut the book and throw the pen at Casey, waking him up. “Oww–” he starts but I put my finger up to my mouth, quieting him. He smiles, slowly standing careful not to disturb Justin. I patted next to me on the hospital bed. He climbed in next to me, avoiding my foot. “How’s the leg?” he asked genuinely. “Good” I respond. “Like how we decorated it?” he pointed toward my cast. “Oh just LOVE it” I say sarcastically. He smiles. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked seriously. I nod and he stands up, then helps me out of the hospital bed, still avoiding the sleeping Justin. “Sweetie, here’s a wheelchair” a nurse says looking into the room, then bringing in a wheelchair, for me to use. “thank you” I say politely. She nods and leaves the room after glancing at Justin strangely. “I don’t think she trusted me to carry you around” Casey says mockingly. I let a laugh escape my mouth.
He pushes the chair out of the room, leading down the hall towards the grassy patient area outside. “my lady” he says bowing as he opens the door. The Warm summer air, bursts into the hall, as we go outside. A smile creeps over my face. “Ah, I love summers here, not too hot, not too cold” Casey says out loud. I nod. I scan the area, looking at the flowers blooming. “beautiful right?” Casey whispers. I slowly nod. “do you consider me a friend?” Casey asks seriously. “Since you’re my only friend, I’m gonna say Best Friend.” I say smiling. He grins, “Awesome” is all he says. “Hey! Leave me in the hospital by myself?!” Justin shouts coming up behind them. Casey laughs a little. “Oh and nurse wants to know, Wheelchair or Crutches?” Justin asks now calm. “Crutches” I say quickly. Both boys laugh a little, and bring me inside, to sign me out and to take me home, my new home.

Woot i finished haha i know its kinda glopped together yeah, im 12, so its not perfect thanks fer the feedback

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the other night me and my husband were going to get something to eat i usually sit in the back with our baby but this time i wanted to sit in the front, when he opened the truck door for me,there was an empty condom box on the seat, he said look what my brother left here, my husband and his brother share the truck but before me and my husband went to go eat he had used the truck cus he goes to school in the afternoon. i told him the truth and i said i believed they were his but i told him i didn’t want to argue about it so we didn’t and it was kind of a cool night wen we went to go get something to eat and he rolled the windows down,was he trying to cover up the sex smell what do you think were they my husbands condoms or his brothers?

I’m writing a story, and I’d like to know if this is a good start/introduction to the character.

Why does school have to happen so early? Why can’t it start in the afternoon? It’s obviously a conspiracy… I just haven’t figured out what They’re trying to do to us. Before I open my eyes I know it’s early. The sunlight blares down on me, my eyelids warm. I throw a small fit, pissed because I didn’t wait for the alarm. I sit up quickly, the covers falling down my chest. I pull the cover over my legs, climbing out of bed. Scooting to the bathroom I drag my feet across the warm hardwood floor.

My stomach growls as I climb into the shower. This is going to be a day to remember; I can feel it. This is the trip I’ve been waiting for all week. We’re going to the Museum of Historic Landmarks, which is basically a place where people put old things that nobody wants. History is probably the worst class this year. I got stuck with Mr. Lotting. He’s the biggest douche in the school. We’re finally getting out of his class all day. The entire History department is excited.

The steaming water hits my back roughly, dripping down my body. I open my shampoo and squirt some into my hand, rubbing it in my hair. The trip was first come first serve, and luckily I was one of the first ones. My brother and I, should I say. My brothers a bother. All he wants to do is hang out with me. That’s not going to happen. I continue to shampoo and rinse out my hair, humming a tune that I heard on the radio.

Ellie’s not going though. Her parents are going through some things, and the fifty dollars it cost to go to the trip is out of the question. That and she lost the permission slip. Ellie’s been my girl since freshman year. Two years ago I asked her to the dance and she said yes. Ever since then we’ve been together. I, on the other hand, have had the slip in my history binder since I got it. I’d do anything to escape Lotting’s class.

I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Stepping out I slip and grab onto the towel rack. I run gel through my hair, my fingers reaching every inch of my head. I then brush it down, most of it covering my eyes. I brush my teeth and head to my closet. I pull on some band t-shirt, my ripped jeans, and a pair of nikes. I grab my jacket and pull it over my shoulders. I look at myself in the mirror. My boxers are poking out of a hole on my thigh so I pull them down to cover it. I look fine.

"Brady! The bus is here! Hurry up!" My mom calls from downstairs. I roll my eyes and run to the window. My brother Eric is walking out of the front door. I turn and run to my nightstand. I run across my bed and reach for my backpack. Two binders fall out as the bus honks. Eric must have told the driver I was coming. I quickly grab one, slamming into my backpack as I dash out of my bedroom door. I take the stairs two at a time, kiss my mom on the cheek and run out of the house.

I can see the driver’s glare before I reach the bus. He’s not keen on waiting for kids. I mumble an apology as I look for a seat. My friend Matt is looking at me, waiting for me to sit by him. I dodge loose feet as I walk down the aisle. I plop down next to him as he starts to mumble about some stupid comic. I organize my backpack as the bus bounces. I take out the folder that fell minutes ago and look for my slip. After minutes of shuffling I realize that my history binder is in my bedroom. I slam my head on the glass window in anger.
I forgot, the chapters are named after songs I was listening to to get the feel for the chapter, so this one is "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train.

I had two dreams last night; here’s the first:

I was in some sort of parking lot that was covered in grass and the buildings on one of the busiest roads in my town were completely gone; it was just some sort of field, but I definitely recognized the area. Then suddenly there were a lot of old, used cars in the field, and apparently you had to pick one, so I ended up picking a large pink monster truck (don’t ask). Then my ex-boyfriend who has recently asked me out again climbed in the passenger seat and put his arm around me. Then I just looked at him with a disgusted face. Something came over me and I leaned in to kiss him, but HE rejected ME this time. I distinctly remember calling him a jerk then I tried to kiss him again, and he made out with me. Then later into the dream there was some unknown force coming in and we had to hide from them, I guess. So then me and the guy and my best friend ( I have no idea where she came from ) took off through the trees and came across this open area where there were some types of natives (??) playing a game I guess. Then we started talking to them and stuff and my ex-boyfriend kind of warped into my crush, this I do not know when it took place. It was really weird, and I think I knew I was dreaming. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and fell back asleep.

Now for the second dream:

Me, my other best friend, and my mom all went to a restaurant, the same one that we were in the parking lot of in the previous dream. Then a very cute guy who looks exactly like one of my friend’s older brothers comes up to us and he’s a waiter at the restaurant. Then we held a brief conversation that I don’t remember. I just remember him saying "I shed the stupid tag in my senior year." That made sense in the conversation but now that I look at it, it makes absolutely no sense. Then he came back and I read his name tag, and it said Max then the familiar last name. So I said, "You’re Malia’s brother." He nodded then he motioned for me on the edge of the booth to scoot over and he sat down rather close to me and made awkward small talk and stuff.

What do any of these mean, I’m so confused. It could mean absolutely nonsense, and I want to know if it doesn’t even mean anything at all. Thanks!

I’m morbidly obese so when I was told I don’t know my own strenght by my mother years ago I started to build on it. I’m not saying a Chyna looking but I got a enough in me to carry heavy things. But every time there is a leak in our kitchen sink I’m the one who has to get down on my knees to fix it. It’s gross and it smells and I hate having to go places with wet knees.

I’ve been the one fixing the house with my grandfather’s advice for years, and I’m tired of it. While I apperciate the thought of in the future I’ll know how to do things. I want my younger brother to start. He claims he’s too weak and I’m stronger but come on! He needs to learn how to replace a toliet seat and fix the heater too!

How can I get it though my brother’s head that he needs to learn this? Even though he screams at us when we try to get him to do stuff.

My mom , dad , brother and I all went to NC to see snow and there was alot of fighting betweene me and my annoying , immature brother . he dosent know how to leave me alone and I am the one who gets yelled at by my mom ( not surpriseing ) . he is 17 and im 4 years younger than he is . he is so immature and annoying . well today on our way back my mom started yelling at me and I sayed something to my parents back and she looked at my dad and sayed " she dosent want us to be togather " and that isnt true , I do want them to be togather but they have relationship issues . so I sayed " that is such a lie , you are the one that sayed you didnt want to be with him " and that is the truth she always tells me how she wants to leave him . and she went CRAZY , she was hitting the inside of the car and she was screaming " f*** " and then after her screaming she looked at me and screamed " I HATE YOU ANYMORE " and then she turned back around in the seat and sayed " I dont want anything to do with you any more , EVER " and she sayed "when you have hurt feelings dont talk to me about them , when something is bothering you never talk to me ever again " and then she freaked out and grabbed a cigarett and told my freaking spoild annoying , immature brother to cover him nose because she was about to smoke and she sayed parents dont smoke in there cars because they care about there children and she looked at me and sayed " I . DONT . CARE ". and the situation came up later in the ride and she denies EVERY thing . was it wrong for her to tell me she hates me and that she dosent care if I breathe in smoke and that if I had hurt feelings never to tell her ? she denies it and im not talking to that woman . I am angry at her , she never yells at my stupid ass brother but she yells at me .

My brother has a ’98 Kawasaki Ninja. He got rocks in his carb after putting down his gas tank on some pebbles. He cleaned them out, his bike was continuously flooding, he replaced the float bowl valves, still flooding.

I drive 5 hours to fix it for him, he had his needles in wrong, so it wouldn’t start, I fix that, it starts. He drives it, one of the pilot jets vibrates out because he took it out for some reason and didn’t tighten it. Put it back in. Can’t get it to start again. At this time, it is too rich to start, my brother was being stupid and light a lighter trying to start it, and it could literally sustain a 2 foot long flame from the unburnt gas fumes from out of the exhaust.

I take the whole thing apart and put it back together, cleaning it very thoroughly, I didn’t have any brushes, but I sprayed carb cleaner everywhere, made sure it was all on tight. The only thing I couldn’t make sure was in perfectly was the left diaphram area since I couldn’t get the cover off due to a stripped screw. He doesn’t take very good care of stuff like that. The right diaphram is tight and sealed in it’s seat. The needles are on correctly, already did those before.

I start it up, it works again. Won’t idle, dies very quickly if I don’t give it gas. The right exhaust has white smoke, lots of it. Left exhaust looked fine. After about 30 seconds of running, then continues for a while after being turned off. Very rich still.

I go to replace his spark plugs, he’s using CR7HSA’s, you’re supposed to use CR8HSA’s, the 7′s are what I use up in Flagstaff, AZ, during the winter, when I can’t get my bike started because it’s 15 degrees out. I replace these, I get it to idle and I get it to start fine. Smoke is gone. One thing though, while I can smell gas, I know it’s very rich. The old plugs didn’t look rich at all. They were dark around the bottom portion, but the top of it was grey, a bit rich, but mostly normal. They were properly gapped, not oily, no debris, nothing wrong really aside from the part number used. New plugs are properly gapped at about .675 mm.

But it still runs very rich. After taking a ride on it, I literally smell like gasoline from the exhaust itself.

The idle mixtures are all the way lean, the float bowls are lower than suggested (which I read may make it leaner). Needles are stock, jets are stock. Float valves work, airways are clear, needle doesn’t stick, jets are clear, they’re not sync’d but they look close enough by eye. I will sync them if it needs it, done it before.

He did have a problem before all of this, said he was getting a bit of a rotten egg smell, and it was a bit rich. If anything, it’s back to what it was before him getting rocks in there. just trying to improve it for him so it doesn’t break down again.

I actually own the exact same year of bike, worked on it for a few years, redone almost everything on mine, and mine runs great. I’ve gotten his to the best condition I can, now I need help, is there anything else I can do to make it leaner?

Sorry if my question is long, figured I needed to explain everything to anyone, to give a better picture!

Thank You.

OK, I had Night Terrors from when I was born to when I was about 7. I am 12 now. I have been having nightmares every night and sometimes, they are so scary, that I am frightened to go to bed.

Thursday’s Nightmare: I am walking in the graveyard singing a disturbed version of Miss Mary Mack (The one with the knife in her back one…). Then, there is fog everywhere and I see hands coming out of the graves. I look at the grave in front of me and then I see my father (who is alive) and he grabs my neck and starts pulling me down into the grave. I start kicking and screaming but no matter what, he just keeps pulling me down. Then, I wake up screaming.

Friday’s Nightmare: I am sitting in the back seat of my mother’s truck. My mom is driving, my aunt is in the passenger seat, my cousin is on the side seat in the back, my little sister is in the middle, and I am on the other side seat to my little sister’s right. My little sister is playing her DS while my cousin and I are just talking. Then, outside, it starts going foggy. We all just look at each other. Then, there is a little bridge thing in front of us. As we go forward, we see a guy in front of the car, he isn’t moving. Then, he looks at us, and his face is covered in blood. We all gasp and I cover my little sister’s eyes. She starts crying and my cousin and I comfort her. Then, the guy dissapears and we start seeing graves in front of us and we start screaming. We then see hands coming for the windows and my mom starts trying to speed up. Then, a bloody hands comes to my window leaving blood all over my window. I scream and then I jolt awake. That dream scared the crap out of me and I was scared to get into the car for about 2 weeks.

Saturday’s Nightmare: My family (my mom, dad, little sister, and I) are in a car. There are 2 cars behind us. In one car, there is my uncle, my aunt, and my cousin. In the next, there is My grandmother, my other little cousin, and her brother (my other little cousin too). We are going to the same place, but I have no idea where that is. Then, there is a mansion like place in front of us and there is an entrance for cars. Our car goes in and then the doors close. Then, the car just moves forward by itself. It somehow goes upstairs and then we see blood on the walls and knifes on the ground. Then, we see a few bodies and I scream and cover my little sister. My mother then goes to the back seat with us and hugs us with her dear life. My father holds onto us the whole time. Then, we see some guy and he is holding a knife in front of us. The car stops and he opens the doors. He is about to stap my dad, who is holding us protectively, and then I jolt awake, gasping and there are tears in my eyes.

Sunday’s (Last Night) Nightmare: I am walking in a grave holding hands with my cousin. I ask why we are here and she just looks confused and says that it was my idea and asks why I don’t remember. And then, we go inside a place that is in a graveyard, I think it is called a Mausoleum? Anyway, we go inside and then we see a tomb. I don’t know why, but I open it in some kind of trance. There, we see a dead body of a king or whatever. Then, a ghost hand comes out of the stomach and starts pulling on my cousins neck, dragging her down. She screams and I try to help her. But, then she just goes right through the body and I can’t see her, but I can hear her scream faintly, yelling my name and yelling for help. I gasp and then I start to cry (I think of her as my best friend even though she doesn’t know it..or atleast I don’t think she does..?). Then, I am pulled down also. I kick and scream but it is no use. Then, I am in water. I am not breathing (it is like I don’t have to…). The top is lightish darkish, the bottom is completely dark. I am in the middle, a little darker than the top but not as dark as the bottom. I am struggling to reach the top, but I just can’t. I scream and bubbles escape, floating up and I never see them reach the top. (BTW: I can see clearly in the water). Then, I am cold and I start shivering. Then, it starts going blurry. I try and move and then I try to see where my cousin is. Then, I see an old lady who looks so familar to me. I squint to try and see her. She just calls my name all ghostly (the moaning part). Then, she says, "I haven’t seen you in 7 years…..*insert name here*" I gasp. Then, I a hand pulls my leg and starts pulling me under the water all the way. I kick and scream more. Then, I see a figure and they pull out a knife and is about to stab me. I scream and wake up.

Why do I keep having these dreams? (I know it was long, but that wasn’t even half of what my other dreams are…) I am scared….No, I am not on any medication and I haven’t done anything different. No diet thing I haven’t overworked myself…nothing…..Please help?

Revise the following paragraph, improving it without changing its overall meaning. Pay particular attention to the use of parallelism.

Family get-togethers at my house are always a little bit strange. For one thing, these events usually revolve around some kind of task or situation that requires the expertise of my father. Last weekend was a prime example. Saturday afternoon my father and brother arrived hungry. While my father crawled under my truck to inspect the leaking brake line, I heat up the grill, place plates and utensils on the patio table, and start covering the watermelon with ice. After serving everyone bratwursts, lots of tomatoes, and sauerkraut, I light the citronella candles and settled down to eat. The next morning, my dad and brother arrived early, and they were hungry again. I organized the table, usher them to their seats, and start breakfast. A dozen eggs, pieces of bacon, and some bread later, my male relatives were ready to attack the leaky brakes of my Dodge Dakota.