I'm off!!

Well, I am officially a failure to the name of blogging....I said I would write another chapter and wrap up the story before I left for camp but I just didn't get it done. I'm really sorry, but I will finish it when I get back!!
      I leave for camp tomorrow *super excited little happy dance* and will not be posting at all while I'm working at camp so I hope you all have lovely lives for the next 6 weeks, and when I get back I'm sure I'll make a big fat camp post full of pictures!! :)


Au revoir!  Chao! Adijo! Valete!  zai jian! Yasou! Do zobaczenia! koebaai! Farewell! :D

Chapter 2!

             Well, this isn't going quite how I'd planned and I would definitely not say it was my favorite story I ever wrote, since it's my first mystery I haven't figured out how to do suspense and all that fun stuff so sorry!! But thank y'all for hanging in there with me :) I had planned on it being long but since I am about to leave for camp I'm only going to do one more chapter.   



                          Chapter 2

The morning was crisp and refreshing with the whistles and calls of the birds still haunted the branches of the trees. J.D thrust open his front door and hurried out, not even taking a peek at the beautiful, blue, autumn sky. His thoughts were at a little shack near Glade River. 
He walked through town and caught a cab without even lifting his chin from his chest once, so occupied was his mind on something else he didn’t even return, or in fact hear, the cab driver’s friendly greeting. His fingers fidgeted with the note which contained the address of his destination.
Before a half hour had passed he found himself standing in front of the forlorn place. He felt certain it had seen better days, but his quick eyes did notice that the walls seemed to be in much better condition than all other parts of the shack. His brisk knock brought a rapid answer, “Well good morning sir, I didn’t expect to see ya so soon,” said Bill, clearing his throat. “Well I have a few questions which I want to put to you and I wanted to inspect the house myself, I couldn’t quite develop a satisfactory picture in my mind,” replied J.D. “Oh, well won’t you come on in? Ain’t nothin grand but it’s comfortable enough.” “Thank you but first I believe I’d like to look about the outside a bit,” J.D turned and began to circle around the shack.
His eyes examined everything carefully though nothing particularly stood out. The roof was saggy and rusty. The windows were all busted, the paint on the walls was a sickly shade of green, and the chimney, true to Bill’s description, was crumbling, red stone. Soft weeping willows surrounded it adding a nice touch, but it wasn’t enough to  cover up the destitute atmosphere of the whole place.  J.D. placed his ear against one of the side walls and tapped the wall with his hand. A look of surprise spread across his face. He walked to the opposite side of the house and repeated the same procedure again. Then again on the back wall, this time his eyebrows furrowed. He then walked to a section of the back of the house which looked a bit newer than the rest and stuck out as if it had been added on, a peek inside the window proved that this was the restroom. J.D. once again put his head to the wall of this section and knocked, then nodded his head confidently.
J.D. returned to Bill and followed him into the shack, which contained an old mattress, a bureau, a sink, a stove, a table with two stools, and a door which one could only assume led to the restroom. The floor was just dirt. There was no ceiling just the bottom of the metal roof. “What was it you was a wantin to know?” questioned Bill, “Well first of all, do you know how old your home is?” “No sir I don’t, I’d reckon its seen a good many years though,” “Alright,” continued J.D, “Well, do you know if the restroom was added to the house later?” “Yes sir, I remember the fella I bought it from sayin something about that.” “Ok, and that leads me to my next question, do you remember the name of the man you bought the shack from?” “Oh yes, his name was Allan McCormick he was a nice man, sold me this shack for right cheap too.” “Excellent, do you remember where he lives now?” “Well now, let me think, I know it’s somewhere around London, I couldn’t tell ya the street name though,” said Bill, shaking his head. “Well that’s alright, you’ve been exceptionally helpful, I believe that’s all my questions, but remember, if the man wanting to buy it returns, absolutely no deals or promises,” stated J.D . firmly. “Oh no sir o’ course not. Thank ya sir! And uh about how much longer ya think? I mean ‘Till you know what’s goin on?” “It shouldn’t be long, Mr. Hoffman.” assured J.D. ducking out of the door way.
“Miss Drake! I need the address of a Mr, Allan McCormick as soon as possible,” J.D. loudly announced as he rushed off the busy streets into his own home. “As quick as I can sir,” replied Miss Drake, who was quite accustomed to being hollered at by J.D and knew to never take it personally.

Second Tag!! :)

                                            

                                       Thanks so much  for tagging me Alex :)



1. What is your favorite song? That is a very difficult question but lately I'm really into swing music :) I'm really into lots of music though...haha


2. What is your favorite dessert? I really love strawberry shortcake!


3. What ticks you off? When I'm starting to say something then no one hears me and so they just talk over me, or when I see the same thing happen to other people.


4. When you're upset what do you do? Go to my room and settle down or cry. It usually ends in praying though.


5. What's your favorite pet? I don't like choosing favorites! Probably my cat Ralphy but I love all 18 of my pets! (excluding my rooster who attacks me and forces me to wallop him with a 2 by 4!)


6. Do you prefer to wear white or black? White most definitely!


7. What's your attitude? right now, Well I only got 3 hours of sleep last night so I feel kind of blah! Hahaha...Not the best attitude in the world ;)


8. What place, object, scenario, etc. would you describe as perfection?  Heaven! But if you're talking about here on earth I would say the closest is me living in either Australia or Oregon during the 1950s, reading a published book I wrote about genetics out loud with an Australian accent, while dancing ballet and drinking peppermint tea!! ;D 

9. What is your guilty pleasure? One word. MODCLOTH


10.What is your favorite pastime? Laughing!


Now 10 random facts about myself:


1. I love apples
2. I'm about to be gone to camp for 6 weeks!


3. I just saw Brave and liked it :)


4. I just watched the Glen Miller Story and Mad About Music and they are 2 of THE. BEST. MOVIES. EVER.


5.  I adore the 1950s


6. I love 1 Corinthians 13 so much!!


7. I love when I'm all comfy cozy  in bed and it starts to rain really hard! It just makes me so happy!!


8. I did 100 situps yesterday and my core is sore...how sad is that :( I really need ballet back!!!


9. I'm going to Schlitterbahn later this summer!


10. Modcloth is following me everywhere I go. I keep seeing ads for it on other websites and then it really makes me want to go look at it! It's terrible!! ;)




Ok, I just tag Esther at: www.todayismyfavorite.blogspot.com/
Because I believe all my other followers have been tagged !

A small taste of my life lately

 This is just a few pictures that are kind of an overview of what I've been up to lately. And may I just say that I am thrilled at the fact that within just the last few weeks I went from having 2 followers to having 6! You guys are awesome :)

I went ziplining at this awesome place called Zipnac-everyone in this area should check it out because it was SUPER fun!!

I umm acted strange while on a friends back...?

I've gotten to spend a lot of time with this precious little girl :)

I participated in my second ballet recital-I was a lady of the court!

And my cousins came and stayed for the weekend :)

I got a letter from my ballet teacher telling me I got moved up to the advanced class!!!!!!!!

I applied and am going to work at this awesome camp for the second half of the summer!

                           

And I ate pancakes...weird way to end a post but...I really do love pancakes!!!

                                
 HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A SPECTACULARIFIC WEEK! :)

Chapter 1 :)

Ok, so I decided that I'm gonna post chapters from this story that I'm writing on here although I will hopefully still make other posts as well. I hope y'all enjoy it, and please feel free to give me your honest opinion of it. Seriously, critiques will make it better, so don't hesitate to let me know if you see something wrong or just something that you don't like.


                                      Chapter 1

The weather was going from bad to worse as J.D. Slazenger flipped through the morning newspaper between sips of hot coffee in his cozy home right off of Mackay Blvd. Miss Drake his housekeeper pretended to look busy with darning his socks while casting frequent glances towards his cup of coffee. Which he was sloshing onto the just vacuumed carpet each time he turned a page of the newspaper.
“Well I don’t expect we’ll be having much activity around here today,” mumbled J.D. “No sir I don’t expect so, not in this weather,” replied Miss Drake. The clock struck nine, then ten, then eleven without much change in their positions or activities. Then suddenly they both jerked to action as the front doorbell rang, he sat up straight  in surprise and smoothed his clothing while she hurried off to answer the door.
         J.D rose from his chair as Miss Drake led a man, dressed in rather tattered clothing with a pipe in his mouth and an unsavory aroma hanging about him, into the room. “Mr. Slazenger?” questioned the man, “Yes, please sit down,” returned J.D. as Miss Drake hurried off to fix the man some coffee and refill J.D.’s cup. “My name is Bill Hoffman sir and I ain’t sure this is really the place I should come or not but I just wanted to report some strange happenins been a goin on around my place.” “I would be interested in your happenings and I will do what I can to help you out,” J.D. said calmly. “But some things are better left to the police, I enjoy puzzlements but if it’s just plain crimes I’m not interested,” he added in reply to the man’s exuberant though nearly toothless grin.  “Oh no sir this ain’t no crime at all, leastways I don’t be a thinking so,” his words trailed off and he started to look thoughtful. “Well then why don’t you just start from the beginning and tell me everything,” prompted J.D. “All right sir if that’s what you be a wantin me to do.” Bill took a deep breath and began, “Last November see I bought myself this shack down near glade river. Nuttin fancy ya know just a place to live, but I done got a little bit attached to my shack ova the past year and planned on stayin there for a while. That is until a couple a days ago when this man lookin all fancy in a bright suit and tie done walked up my front porch and knocked on my door and offered me 50,000 dollas for my li’l shack. Well I didn’t a know what to do so I told him come back in a week then I’d have a answer for him.” Bill glanced over at J.D and found he was staring straight out the window with his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chomping down hard on his bottom lip.
“Well anyway,” continued Bill,  “yesterday I was a steppin out on my front porch when I saw a man just creepin around behind my shack. So I told him to get off a my property. Then I noticed he was a wearin’ a suit, and me bein a law abiding citizen I got a bit concerned he might be a, well a official a some kind so I apologized to him and he looked up at me then a darted off towards a car parked on  tha  other side a tha road. And ya know what? It was tha same car as the man what offered me tha money was a drivin. That was when I decided I best get me a professional to help me out,” He stopped for breath.
“I see,” said J.D., “I would be interested in looking into your story. You say he offered 50,000 dollars for your house?” “Yes sir,” “Could you describe your house to me?” “Well it’s a got 6 windows wit da glass busted out and a front door with a lock and  a metal roof with what’s left of a stone chimney.” said Bill proudly. “I see, and what are the walls made of?” questioned J.D. “Wooden boards with insulation in tha middle and theys in right good condition too,” Bill said, beaming. “Aha,” said J.D. nodding his head.  “well do you own a telephone Mr. Hoffman?” “No sir I don’t” “Well would you write your address down and I’ll think on your case then come by and see you soon?” “Oh yes sir but how abouts I just tell you my address then you can write it down,” He said sheepishly, looking quizzically at the pencil J.D. held out to him.  “Certainly,” replied J.D. and wrote down the street and address number Bill recited to him. “One more thing Mr. Hoffman,” J.D. added as Bill rose to leave. “If that man should come to see you before we talk again no matter what he says to you do not make any deals or promises with him, this is imperative,” said J.D fixing his eyes on Bill who nodded heartily as he pushed his old hat down on to his head and hurried towards the door. “Thank ya sir” He said slipping out into the hallway.
         J.D went to the window thrust his head out took several deep breaths then returned to his seat. Though Miss Drake couldn’t help but notice that he did not pick his newspaper up again for the rest of the day.