Tu as un message! Paris edition

Magasinfille- Je vais aller au Paris pour un voyage! Regarde ca! La ville est belle, non?

P.F.152- J'habite a Paris. Peut-etre je vais te voir.

Magasinfille- Oui. Je suis une petite femme. Me chercher. Le premiere jour je vais voir le Louvre a onze heures apres le petit dejeuner a Angelina's. J'adore le grande pyramide et l'art.

P.F.152- Oui, l'art est beau. Je vais aller ausse. Et je suis grand. Je vais etre a L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel pour le dejeuner.

Magisinfille- Dommage! Je vais manger au L'Ardoise. Puis je vais visiter le catacombes. Apres ca je vais regarder une piece de theatre.

P.F.152- Ou?

Magisinfille- Au National. A huit heures et demie.

P.F.152- Zut. Je regrette, mais je ne peux pas. Je dois diner avec ma famille. Mais j'espere te voir au Louvre ce matin.

Magasinfille- D'accord. Bonne nuit!

Magasinfille- Salut! Pour le deuxieme jour je vais visiter Mont Saint Michel. Parce-que j'adore chateaux. Ils sont tres ancien et interessent. Pour ce jour, je suix blonde.

P.F.152- Je peux faire ca. Je vais amener mon chien, Brinkley.


Magasinfille- Super! Je vais te chercher et ton chien.

P.F.152- Est-ce que tu veux aller au Versilles en le triosieme jour?



Magasinfille- Mais oui! Je vais aller aux jardins. J'espere ils sentir bien.


P.F.152- Je pense que oui. Et j'ai les yeux vert. Me chercher aussi.

Magasinfille- J'ai les yeux bleu. D'abord pour le quatrieme jour, je vais voir Notre Dame. Ensuite je vais manger a La Lutetia. L'apres-midi je vais vendre aux Champs-Elysees. Pour diner je vais visiter L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel, parce que tu aimes ce restaurant. La soiree je vais voguer dans La Seine dans les moches. Je veux les lumieres voir. Je pense ils sont tres jolis.


P.F.152- Je dois travailler ce jour. Je suis desole.

Magasinfille- De rien. Je vais etre occupe. En le cinquieme jour je vais visiter le Tour Eiffel.

P.F.152- Je vais tu voir la.

Magasinfille- Bien!

Le cinquieme jour ils vont visiter la Tour Eiffel, voguer dans La Seine, et manger au L'Auberge de Nicolas Flamel. Ca va etre un bon jour!

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Sullivan

My family and I recently had our dog, Sully, put down. He was an old yellow lab, and the sweetest dog you could ever know. He just got old and thin and really didn't want to keep going. I decided to go to the vet when they gave him the shot, and I don't know if I can give you a good reason why. I like to think it was something like I needed to see the true blessing of life and the reality of death. I think that may have been part of it, but another part was just curiosity. I didn't completely know how this worked, and I guess I wanted to see death before I got there. Sully was old and sometimes he looked really sad just sitting there with his droopy eyes. Sometimes, when I was alone with him and he was sleeping, I would glance down and wait until I saw his chest rise with a breath. It sort of made me laugh when he finally breathed and I thought, "How could I be so silly? Of course he's fine!" But that one time, after they gave him that shot, I sat there and looked at his chest. He looked like he was just sleeping as usual, but he didn't move, he didn't breathe, he didn't wake up and pant back at me like, "I'm old and tired, but I'm holdin' on. Don't worry about me." I wanted the reasurrance of that little breath, the hope that, yeah he's old, but age doesn't matter with him. But it never came...

today

didn't want to wake up, woke up, got ready for track, went to track, found out there was no track, went back home, sat, got ready for orthodontist appointment, did dishes, went to orthodontist appointment early, finished early, sat looking at magazine and watching how to make a backyard look bigger than it really is, pretended not to notice the 'what is she still doing here?' looks, waited for Mom, jumped when she walked in, sprinted out of the orthodontist office, got in the car, put the right color of rubber bands in my mouth, stopped at home, picked up sister, got back in car to go shopping at 'The Clothesline', didn't want to go shopping at 'The Clothesline', tried on clothes at 'The Clothesline', found out I actually liked 'The Clothesline', hurried to pick up little sister from school, went to McDonald's for ice cream cones, attempted to eat the ice cream cone with rubberbands still in my mouth, got mad at the rubberbands, ripped the rubberbands out, ate the cone in peace, went inside, did more dishes, sat, tried to hold spastic dog, gave up, put dog down, found dog pee, put dog's nose in pee, cleaned up pee, made sister take dog out, ate real food, tried on 'The Clothesline' clothes for Dad, read some of 'To Kill a Mockingbird', and wrote this

We The People

I have been learning more and more about government, politics, and their history over the past two years, but only in the past couple of months have I felt depressed thinking about it. I never feel like there is anything positive in the government anymore. And the whole approach to politics is a debate. It feels like a hopeless war against Obama, bills, and taxes. Now I realize that politics goes deeper than I thought. If we want to think of this as a war, we have a harder war to fight amongst ourselves than the war we are really involved in. What happened to America? Really? That small, but deadly little fireball of passion. That little group of colonies that looked softer on the outside than we really were. That group of people that only had each other. Who only had the will and determination of their leaders. And the grace and will of God. Where did we go? Too much government involvement not only takes over the economy and our choices, it takes over us. America is no longer defined by its people, it is defined by its government. We have few leaders that really strive for improving the lives of the citizens they serve anymore. Instead they strive for power in the government of the most powerful country in the world. Where did the dignity in government go? When did the word politician go bad? Maybe it was when the people couldn't trust their leaders to do the best for them anymore but had to watch for government scandals and thieves. I don't know. I just wish it was back. I wish WE THE PEOPLE were back.

ASPEN- Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine- C
"Jack?" I called from my end of the tent we were putting up.
"Yes?"
"I don't know about this..." I stopped.
"What do you mean?" he asked as he glanced over the tarp at me.
"I'm... I'm scared."
"Don't be. It's an exciting new adventure," he smiled.
"That's easy for you to say. What are you leaving behind? Who in this world and time cares about you? More importantly, who do you care about?"
"My clients," his smile was gone, "and right now, that's Aspen. I need to go where she is and bring her home to her family."
"You've got a strong sense of duty," I murmered.
"I suppose you could say that. But what about you? What is your duty and who in this world do you care for?"
"I guess my duty is to find Aspen, too. And she's my best friend, but I'm still afraid. I don't want to do this! It's going against everything, my mind, my better judgement."
"Perhaps, but what about your heart?"
"Not that," I frowned, "but Woods, what if she doesn't want to come home? What if she's fine where she is?"
"I highly doubt that, Caroline. Even if that is the case, we will never know unless we find her."
"I guess," I thought about who I was leaving, perhaps forever, "and, as you were saying before, I'll miss my mom and dad, brother, and my boyfriend."
"Oh, tell me about them. No matter how painful it is, you need to keep reminding yourself of why you want to come back. Who you are coming back for. Once we are there (wherever there is) and need to return, will power will be our main force besides the science and math we have already applied. Tell me what you like about them."
"My mom and dad are very caring. I mean, yeah, we get in fights sometimes, but everyone does, right?"
"True. All have quarelles in their days, even with those they love, but few have true love which helps them forgive."
"That sounds like it came straight from a famous author like Shakespeare or Austen," I said, smiling. He had gotten me in a slightly better mood.
"Nope, that is pure Jack Woods. You may quote me if you'd like," he grinned, "But we keep straying from the point. Tell me more about your family."
"Oh, right. Like I said, my parents are caring and they give me and my brother the best they can. My brother is eighteen, two years older than me. He teases me a lot, but I know it's just because he loves me. And my boyfriend. His name is Zack. He's an artist, and he's drawn loads of pictures. They're pretty good. And then there's Aspen..." I paused, taking a long shuddering breath. "She's been such a great friend for the longest time. I just miss her," he came over and gave me a hug.
"It'll be all right. We'll go and get her and bring her home. You'll see."
"I just hate not knowing where she is," I sobbed.
"I know."
"But you don't!" I pulled away. "You don't know what it's like. You yourself said that you never really had any long-lasting, serious relationships with anyone."
"Who do you think ended all of the small, short relationships I did have? Not me! I loved and was crushed and loved again until I had no more love to give. Caroline, just because I seem like a man who had no life and no love to you, that doesn't mean I was always that way. I did love. I did care. I did know. So don't you dare judge me," he strode off quickly, leaving me dumbfounded.
"That is Jane Austen," I muttered.

ASPEN- Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight-C
After about a week of deliberating, debating, and thinking Inspector Woods and I decided that we should go to the site of Aspen's disappearance and sort of scope it out. We had packed his car full of food and clothes. We were prepared for an elongated study of the fourth dimension.
"I am so intrigued by this opportunity to discover one of the points that the fourth dimension touches in this three dimensional world," he said while driving us out there.
"Okay well don't get your hopes up. I'm not so sure I want to be there when it opens up or whatever it does. I don't really want to get chucked into another time or worse. The only reason I'm doing this is because it's going towards finding Aspen," all I could think was that this guy was a huge weirdo. I mean I could understand his talk, it wasn't that hard, but gosh what a dork.
"What do we do if we get... you know pulled into the fourth dimension?" I asked.
"Go along for the ride."
"You were the one that said that there were so many dangers and effects of the fourth dimension that could possibly KILL us!" he nodded eagerly, "So why are you so enthused to test them out. I'm pretty sure no one's insurance covers time travel."
"Because the chance of us catching that instantaneous rip in that dimension is one out of a zillion. It seems to me that it should be quite impossible that your friend ended up doing so, especially on accident."
"Alright. Still if Aspen found that one in a zillion chance that means that even though it is highly improbable, it is still possible for us to find it too. What is our game plan for that one in another zillion?"
"Well if we die, we do not really need a game plan, I think that is one of the few situations in which all you can do is go along for the ride. If we don't, we find out what time we are in, where we are, and if Aspen landed there."
"Good plan. And, dude, really? Take off the weird spy glasses. They make you look like a bug," I said once we pulled up to the cabin. He pulled them off of his face quickly and tossed them in the back seat. He looked hurt.
"Nice place," he said, shutting his door.
"Thanks. Now do you want to see this portal thing or not?"
"Yes please, where was she about?" I walked over to the edge of the trees and looked in. Then I backed up to where I had been standing when she disappeared. I again walked towards the woods and walked in about fifteen feet.
"Right here," I said. He walked to the spot. And sat there for a second frowning at the ground where I had pointed.
"Why such a random location?"
"Nothing in nature is random. There must be a reason it is here."
"Good thinking. Now we can discover why here or we can test the portal, and possibly find out if it is still active."
"I go with the second."
"I also. Now let's begin," we decided that we would place something on the spot, but have it be big enough so that if my estimate of the spot was off we would still be in the neighborhood. We agreed on a tarp he had in his trunk. We staked it to the ground. Then we would stay at the cabin and look every once in a while to see if it was still there. It sounds really simple and kind of stupid, but hey it worked. After about a week the tarp was gone.
That day at breakfast we talked about what to do, "We can either put something else there and see if it goes too, or we can go there ourselves and see where we end up," I suggested.
"I say we time travel," he said sipping some coffee.
"Well, what if a bear just took it or something, though. I mean couldn't that be a possibility?"
"I suppose so, but I checked the area and there were no signs of animal intrusion. I don't think animals had anything to do with it," he said.
"Oh, well you can start putting up the tent out there, and remember once we're out there, there is no coming back. We need to stay near the spot because we still don't know how big it is exactly, so stock up on food and stuff."
"Okay, I think I will have to go shopping for more food then," he said as he stood up, pushed his chair in, dumped the rest of his coffee down the sink, grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
I had been thinking about what he was really like. I had discovered that his first name was Jack. He was weird, nerdy, dorky, and completely not cool, but... well there was something more than that. Don't get me wrong, I didn't start liking him or something. But he was brave at heart. With that much time on our hands, we talked a lot. He had said that he figured he would never get married, he hardly ever had any relationships, because of his work he explained, and those he did have were short and never worked out. He said he didn't mind, since all he had ever wanted to do was be an inspector and solve cases. So he figured he had all he needed or wanted. I could tell that he wanted more from life, but he didn't know who could give it to him. I had started to feel kind of bad for the guy. But the main thing on my mind was finding Aspen. I cared about her more than this new guy even if he was a sad dude.