I can’t get away. They won’t leave me alone I don’t even know what I have done. Let me just row row my boat gently all the way down stream, but no. Everybody and their mother are after me. Am I a felon? Did I loiter or something? I am actually so confused. The cop yells on the speaker “Stop rowing now! Or else” Or else what buddy? You’ve been saying that for the last 15 minutes. Also, how would I stop now? The current is way too strong for me to just stop abruptly. I get ready to yell over the wind but something stops me. I remember now. I grasp onto my paddles even harder and start going to town on the water. HOW DID THEY FIND ME? Oh god oh god oh god…. The water is going everywhere including in my kayak. I guess they noticed me picking up pace now since they finally turned the motor of the boat on. Is this how it ends? Man, how could I be this stupid! Should’ve covered my tracks better. I hear the clicking of the speaker again “Hey! Stop speeding up or we will have to take other more serious measures!” I look back; see the man and his crew slowly catching up with me. I go to speak “I didn’t do anything please go away!” I start paddling like my life depends on it because it does. The man yells “uh yeah right! We have plenty evidence that proves otherwise now slow down!” Dammit. My kayak hits a rock and I capsize. I fall into the water. The currents strong but that doesn’t matter I start swimming with the current. There’s no way I’m going out like this. Right as I thought that I fell off the cliff. I fall for what seems for forever then I hit the lake at the bottom. I don’t hear that stupid speaker anymore. I smile and close my eyes, knowing they can’t possibly still be after me after that fall. This time I’ll make sure they can’t find me.

DAY 1 Dear diary, this is the first day of my new family. They seem a bit strange sure but maybe they just have a rough shell that needs to be melted. DAY 2 Dear diary, this is the second day and I think it is going pretty well they seem like sweet people once you get to know them. They even gave me my own room and stuffed animal! DAY 5 Dear diary, sorry I haven’t written in a few days I’m just having so much fun with my new family especially my new sister she really likes playing with Barbie’s and has her own tree house! … …. DAY ? I’ve been stuck in the tree house for who knows how long. We were having a sleepover in it and she had to go to the bathroom and.. and left me bymyself. She never came back. Did she do it on purpose? I hope not. DAY .. I don’t know how long it has been I’ve been gnawing at the tree bark for a few hours, my tummy still hurts. It’s so silent but I can tell. I have known for awhile; there’s someone outside. I don’t know who or what but they haven’t left and there breathing keeps getting heavier. I wonder if they know I can hear them? …. It has started clawing at the wooden panels of the house. Please let this be a dream … …… ……….its inside.

She’s late again. How? I told her 9 o’clock on the dot. There’s no way in hell she couldn’t understand me when I said that. I open my phone, 9:30. I sigh. I unlock my phone and go to call her; she answers, I go to speak. “Where are you? I have been waiting at the corner store since 9 when you were supposed to be here!” “Huh? What are you talking about you never said anything about meeting you at the corner store?” She speaks back to me. What? Her memory can’t be that bad I tell myself. Then it finally hits me. I turn my head to the right to see a man. I texted the wrong person. How could I be so stupid? He pulls something out of his coat, it’s a gun. I go wide eyed. There’s no one to blame but myself I guess. He pulls the trigger and in one final moment I’m on the ground with bullet between my eyes, blood gushing from my forehead. I did this to myself.

What? My head is spinning. How can this be possible? Who is this freak! Why did he just show up out of no where and start saying how I’m the new king? What is his problem, don’t even get me started on how he looks. Maybe like some sort of devil? I have no clue; I’m starting to panic. This day is just the worst, first no one shows up to my party, in fact no one even knew it was my birthday even though I told them multiple times. This sucks. I want to cry but this creepy freak is still in my room; and eating my cake? I finally open my mouth. “Hey! Don’t eat my cake, what’s wrong with you?” “Relax it’s not like anyone else is eating it besides you and me.” He retorts back. He’s right. The only person who showed up to my 30th was the outer-world creature with a motive to join him. Maybe I should? Who knows could be fun? But what do if he is in fact a demon and I become the ruler of hell? Would that really be all that bad? He gets up from the dining table and starts to speak. “Hey, I don’t have all day are you coming with me or are we going to have to go with our second option? “I’ll go.” I spoke. What the worst that can happen?

I sigh. How could I forget once again? It’s like I’m doing it on purpose. I wish I was then I’d have an excuse for not showing up to her grave. The Truth is I’m scared. I’m scared she’ll see me looking at her and wish me away into the wind. But I know she won’t, not anymore that is. As much as I hated it back when she would rain insults on me all day and all night. I miss it now. I miss her. I just want to hear her voice again whether it’s her yelling or mumbling under her breath about what I did wrong again. I just want her. Just because other people moved on doesn’t mean I have. I’m still on the swings getting pushed by her, feeling my hair fall onto my face over and over. She’s the world to me; even in death. I’ll love you forever mommy.

I lay on the cold, wet grass. Looking up into the sky; seeing all the clouds and what shapes they make. One looks like a bunny. I don’t really remember how I got here though, it feels very peaceful. Then it hits me. I was running, running from the world. Then I tripped, fell on my face and passed out. My head is throbbing. Maybe I cracked it open. No impossible I would’ve been dead by now. I hear a man coming near me. What does he want? Why is he so tall? He starts talking to me but I don’t listen. I never listen how do you think I ended up here. I shut my eyes and feel the mud engulf me like I’m apart of the earth. I am finally at peace

I was supposed to be in bed but I couldn’t sleep. So I walk out of my room and tip-toe over to the stairs. ding The doorbell rang. Who is coming this late to our home? I pause, Squat down near the railing; looking through it seeing my father. He looks around before he goes towards the door and slowly opens the door. He whispers something into the mystery person’s ear. It’s a woman. She’s got long hair as far as I can see, and wearing a very revealing outfit. Who is this? The women struts over to the lightswitch and flips the switch. “Hey! My sons asleep, I don’t want him to wake up you know.” Father whispers. “Oh please, he’s not gonna wake up from this tiny light. I can’t see anything in the dark!” She retorts back with no intent of being quiet. “Penny please! I don’t want my son to see.” Father says in a apologetic tone. Penny? I’ve never seen her before. Does she work with father? “Good god, calm down a bit; your always so tense it’s annoying.” Penny speaks. At this point I am so confused, who, what, why? I keep still at the top of the staircase, still looking down towards them; finally seeing them and not just outlines of them. Father looks frightened “l-l-listen, I don’t know if this is a good idea afterall.” “James, I didn’t come here to talk, so make up your mind already.” Penny whispers into his ear. Her hands trail up to his hair, playing with it, touching it. I feel sick. My legs start to tremble a bit as I get up to stand when the wood creaks below me. Oh god! Both their heads turn towards the stairs Panting, sweating so badly through my shirt I hide behind the little corner and start dashing to my room. I gently close the door and jump back into bed; closing my eyes, hoping this is all a dream no, a nightmare and when I reopen there is no such person as penny. I take deep breaths and just keep counting to 10 in my head. Please let this be a nightmare..

Water is cold Water is hot Water is solid Water is liquid

In this sence, water is running. Running through the mountains, Through the forest And through the air.

Water goes where it goes Doesn’t follow anybody But itself No matter the circumstances.

The mountains may be chilly Or maybe too hot, Fear not the water will still Run.

For the bears For the fish For the rocks And for the world

I honestly kind of feel bad. This gang feels like a family to me considering how long It took me to infiltrate, learn everyones name then become friends with them and what not. I maybe just a little bit, feel bad. I have done this before with the rigitony family and the weslo family but something about this one is different. Makes me feel as if i’m breaking up a household. Poor little bobby won’t get to see his father up close anymore just between bars. And lila, oh buddy she was a doozy; will she stay with johnny or go to philip? We’ll never know since she’ll be in the back of a cop car soon. Tears start forming down my cheek. Oh and don’t get me started on uncle ronnie! He done some bad things but oh, is he the life of the party! I wipe my tears away and start to stand up to walk into the bar. The doors swing as I walk through, people start saying hey and hello and all the other greetings. I stop walkin. I can’t do this.. “What’s wrong buddy?” Ronnie asks me. I can’t even look him in the eye. I’ve betrayed them! Ronnie walks closer to me as I am frozen in the middle of the bar, he looks up to me with a concerned expression; making me feel like the bad guy, even though he’s the mass murderer. “I’m sorry.” I sniffle out before I lift my head and shoot him in the face. He falls onto his knees then falls forward. Everyone is in utter shock, jaws hitting the ground. My legs begin to shake as I too fall to the ground, grabbing and ronnie’s torso. “I’m so sorry!” I yell. Then I grab my revolver back into my hand and raise it towards my forehead. I start sniffling my snot back up as I try to keep my hand steady on the trigger. “I am no better than a murderer myself.” I whisper before my whole world turns into black.

I walked through the forest, feeling all the ridges from the rocks stuck into the mud. Follow the trail. I step on crunchy leaves, the sound is like fingers on a chalk board. Follow the trail. I hear birds chirpping in the background, through the trees. Echoing all through the forest. Follow the trail. I came across a hair clip on the ground off from the trail. I must not go. I must follow the trail. I keep my eyes on the clip. Follow the trail. The clip is a flimsy one, with a big star as well as a tiny star. It is really pink Follow the trail. Follow the trail. I move my feet of the trail. FOLLOW the trail. I reach for it before a bird comes and snatches it from the ground. I look up towards the bird as if it flies off. I sigh. I should of followed the trail.