What Am I Going To

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

You Really Shouldn’t Do That To People," I Criticized. "it’s Hardly Fair." "do What?" "dazzle Them Like That – She’s Probably Hyperventilating In The Kitchen Right Now." He Seemed Confused. "oh Come On," I Said Dubiously. "you Have To Know The Effect You Have On People." He Tilted His Head To One Side, And His Eyes Were Curious. "i Dazzle People?" "you Haven’t Noticed? Do You Think Everybody Gets Their Way So Easily?" He Ignored My Questions. "do I Dazzle You?" "frequently," I Admitted.

Dad, I Wrote. I'm With Alice. Edward's In Trouble. You Can Ground Me When I Get Back. I Know It's A Bad Time. So Sorry. Love You So Much. Bella.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

I Figured If I Played Nice, I’d Get More Time With You.