woot!! this story is so exciting:)

ya know i started this novel called the mermaid tails its about three mermaids someone named something that starts with m something that starts with l and somebody who starts with a v or something lol i have forgot to look at it for a while

o i just looked at it no offense ash i didnt know you when i started the novel but there is a character in the book named ashley do you mind cause she is a psychopath so far as i have written

ok I got alot of the story typed so far but im off to bed for school peace out yo dogs i will be on tomorrow eventually

Im continueing it later, Im too lz right noww

I wondered around what looked like my yard, I heard a rustling sound, just to see two men come out of the bushes. " The men who killed my father.." I thought. " No, Please, Dont hurt me! Dont hurt my family!" I screamed. Nobody could hear me. They crept closer, My stomach burning with fear." Please! Why did you kill him? Please!" I kept screaming. I pulled my head up like pulling my head out of water. It felt like I was drowning. " Just a dream" I said out loud. I dressed into everyday clothes and hopped down the stairs with nobody hearing me. Thats when I saw Jessi. It looked like she was crying. " Violet, Is daddy.. dead?" She asked. I had to lie " No.. He's.. He's not.. " Its not easy lieing to my little 6 year old sister. I grabbed my backpack and headed out to my truck. I turned on the radio and drove in the direction of school. Humming out loud I started looking around. That's when I screeched on my breaks. I swallowed hard, I flung open my truck door and walked over to the men and slapped him. " You killed my father! How could you?" and this, This, Wasn't a dream.

OMG It didn't show my work! --screams-- I wrote another chapter! Ugh I have to do it again now.

I'll continue this tomorrow folks

The man chuckled and grinned to say " Hey little girl, Who do you mean, Hon? We've killed alot of people" I swallowed and he took out a knife and raised it to my throught. I threw the knife as far as I could as they laughed and went into the gas station and I ran to my truck as fast as I could. Hoping they didn't see my license plate. My stomach was burning , just like my dream. I started the truck and drove home, I ran upstairs before anyone could hear me. I flung myself in the chair and stopped. I heard footsteps. The door opened. I gasped.

I saw my mom's furious face, Glaring at me. " Skipping school again? Violet this is the FOURTH time you've skipped school this week.". she said. " I...."
" Violet! These are not the best times to be skipping school, I know you miss your father but thats no reason to - " She turned around. Jessi was behind her crying. " Mommy? Where's DADDY?!" she screamed. " He's DEAD!" Mom screamed back. They both looked like little children having a tantrum. I didn't know why I did this, But I pushed mom out of my doorway and locked my door. Click I finally felt safe with the door locked. I looked out my window. I looked far into my backyard. I looked to the far end. That's when I saw two shadows that looked like men. Dragging a bag behind them. They hopped over the fence, That's when they saw me looking out of my window. They started for the window. Before I knew it, I was standing face to face, with, the criminals.

THAT WAS SO COOL

Next chapter, Here goes!

My lungs were screaming for air, I had to escape their sigh, but they knew where I lived. My mouth longed to scream for help, But my throat just wouldn't process the noise. My feet wanted to run, but my muscles protested. My stomach burned the butterflies wings before they had a chance to flutter up. The moment was so..So , Well scary I guess, The only option was to run. I had to run, I had to. I made my muscles go. My mother saw me race down the staircase and wanted to know why I was running, All I could say was, "Room! Room!" My mother walked into my room and saw his face. Cousin Phil? Cousin Arthur? What are you doing in my daughters bedroom?

cool!!

wait queen r u reading a book with a psychopath called ashlie or writing one?