From some other photos taken on the same day, my guess is that this was taken in the late 40′s. So the car he’s sitting in was already old. And I’m not sure that it is his. I think he’s just hamming it up for the camera.

WIlliam L. Harper was on the School Board and later was a State Representative in Georgia. He did not stay in politics very long though. My mother always told me it was because he was too honest. He owned a general store for a long time and a gas station as well.

I loved visiting his house as a kid. He and my great grandmother had a big white house on a hill in Eillijay. It had a huge kitchen, big porches, and a long stairway. There was a big garden in the back, a garage filled with old tools, and a root cellar with my grandmother’s canned goods.

After he and my great grandmother passed, the house became a bed and breakfast. Sadly it burned to the ground a few winters ago. Only the chimneys were left.

I don’t know for sure who took this. Perhaps my grandfather, his son-in-law. And I have no idea about the camera. The back of the photo simply says it was printed on Kodak Velo Paper.

Anyway, posting this was a spur of the moment thing, and a nice break from my own work, plus I really like this snapshot.

It is a cosmopolitan residential area with large old houses (many of which are used as hotels and bed and breakfast accommodation, or divided into flats) and a selection of small independent shops. It also contains the comprehensive Cotham School (formerly Cotham Grammar School).

The top of Saint Michael’s Hill in Cotham was the historical city limits of Bristol, and the traditional location for hangings. Between 1555 and 1557, three Marian martyrs were burned to death here for their religious beliefs. The gallows form one quadrant of the crest of the local Rugby club, Cotham Park RFC.

Cotham Church was originally built, in 1842-43 by William Butterfield in a Gothic Revival style, as Highbury Congregational chapel. It was Butterfield’s first commission, obtained through his family connection with William Day Wills of the tobacco industrialists W. D. & H. O. Wills . The apse, tower, south transept and school were added in 1863 by Edward William Godwin. Since 1975 it has been an Anglican church.

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Where Tuscany embraces the sea

From the distance, Marsiliana might look like a castle, but as you reach the top of the hill and drive through the gate it resembles an informal hamlet. The surrounding 2800 Ha property is comparable to a natural preserve where wild boars, porcupines, roebucks, tortoises, badgers and herons live in an undisturbed surrounding.

A lesser known and therefore all the more captivating part of Tuscany, the Maremma extends along the southern Tuscan coast. As it moves away from the sea, the land slowly rises, shaping hills covered in olive groves, fields and woods. The hamlet of Marsiliana stands on top of the first small hill, only 14 kms from the sea. It is the centre of a property which consists mainly of woodland and mediterranean macchia. The views from the Castello della Marsiliana are marvelous, looking out onto the sea to one direction, onto olive groves, farstretching fields and rolling hills on the other.

The Estate was originally 8000 Hectares, reduced to 3000 by state expropriation. Over 95% remains woodland, and of the remaining 150, just 18 hectares of the finest land has been transformed into vineyards by Duccio Corsini, since 1995. In 1759 the Corsini family brought agriculture to the previously malaria infested swamp that was the Maremma. Today it is the new frontier for Tuscan agriculture. Here Duccio continues to forge new ground and is at the forefront of those bringing new wine making techniques to the region.

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This 4 star bed and breakfast in the seaside village of Doolin in Co Clare Ireland, is set on the side of a hill overlooking the village of Doolin and the Atlantic Ocean.

Question by Social Butterfly <33: How does this piece of writing sound? Could you help me edit it?
So I’ve started a short novel, here’s chapter one, help me edit it?! I haven’t gone over the spelling yet, just working on getting the lines flowing nice.
Thanks a bunch!

I was wirled out of bed, stumbling into the antique nightstand where I felt my hand go through the old photograph of Daddy and Mamma that used to comfort me so long ago when sleep seemed so far away. I stood for a second, crying inside, but there was no time for that. Her hand was enough to drive your tooth right through your cheek. I lay on the floor, anticipating her next blow. I managed to catch a glimpse of my alarm clock, Six fifteen, five minutes late.

I was 15, living with my twin sister and grandmother. Daddy had left us in the care of Mary after Mamma’s disappearance nearly seven years ago.
Grandmother was extremely strict and highly abusive. Many times a shake to the body or a slap to the face served as a punishment for a minor miscommunicated order.
Despite Grandmothers bad qualities, Kelsey and I were pretty well off in the money world. We had top quality clothes, grand dresses and the nicest house in the area for miles with acres and acres of rolling green hills with grand white fences. I have to say, the view was quite spectacular. It was spring so the forests were tinted with light green buds, the gardens began to sprout wild colours and the whole earth chimed to the returning spring song of the birds. The sun sat low, but the rays felt warm and comforting against the skin.

Our days were rather boring and repetitive. We were to be up, dressed and lined for Grandma by six ten. Breakfast was at seven and school at seven thirty. We got home from school at three thirty, completed our homework and changed for dinner by five pm sharp. Chores were at six, then bed at nine. Nothing rarely ever changed, except Saturdays and Sundays. Sundays were my day, free to do what I please. I covered Kelsey’s chores on Saturdays, she covered mine on Sundays.
If for any reason you were to be late for any of these times, I’m telling you, the consequences you will pay are not worth it.

I flashed back to when I was nine, waking up to the sweet smell of scrambled eggs and toast. I raced Kelsey to the table, the first one to the table would get to sit beside Daddy. I was rounding the final corner when I caught a glimpse of something in the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes my thoughts were soon confirmed. Daddy was making breakfast., but where was Mamma?

we were ordered to wash up and be seated for breakfast. There was a hurting tone in Daddy’s voice as he sat to eat. Something was wrong. It spread an uneasy feeling over me, like a mother spreading a blanket over her sleeping child. Daddy explained how Mamma had “gone away on a long trip” and didn’t know when she’d be back. Kelsey bough this, but I was no dummy. I sensed from his shaky voice and trembling hands that something wasn’t right. I had a feeling she wasn’t coming back.
I know it was not my right to know what went on and why Mamma decided to leave us, but it really bothered me when Daddy hid the entire truth from us and soothed us with hugs and reassurance that she would be back soon as if we didn’t sense something was up. The way I looked at it was this, Mamma went on a long trip to some unmentioned place without taking us, never mind telling us and leaving Daddy a wreck. Yeah, something was wrong with that picture, she wasn’t coming back.

Lost in the past, I stumbled to my feet. Weakly I left my fingers to my tender lips where I felt for evidence of Grandmothers attack. A fat lip, split gums and a deeply gashed and swollen hand from the wrist down. It sparkled and shimmered with remains of a beloved possession which once sat proudly on my nightstand.
As I reached for my alarm clock, I heard the faint squeak of the old oak floorboards outside my bedroom door. Quickly I hopped to my feet, realizing I had done some damage to my right knee cap. The door cracked open and Kelsey silently stepped in, observing my destroyed room. Slowly her eyes turned to focus on me. I watched her eyes travel from my swollen knee to my fat lip. Her hand fluttered to her mouth as she flew to my side. I really didn’t know what the big deal was. I mean, what could be so new and alarming about a fat lip, a purple knee and a gashed hand? Maybe Kelsey was just being over exadurative. With the help of her hand, I stood to grab my clothes and only then did I see the stream of red running down the floor and felt the rush of dizzy pain.

I’m 14, btw. d=

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Galbino lies on a crossroad of Tuscany (Arezzo, Siena, Florence, Cortona), Umbria (Città di Castello, Perugia, Gubbio, Assisi) and the Marches (Urbino), an area where Piero della Francesca, Michelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci, Raffael and San Francesco of Assisi were born.

The nearest town is Anghiari at 4 km from Galbino, a charming medieval city which has not changed much over the last centuries. The powerful thirteenth century walls made the town an invincible fortress(picture of Anghiari). A stroll through the narrow streets which open onto delightful squares is Italy at its best. Anghiari has all shopping facilities.

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Day 125

Went to visit my gorgeous friend Vilma and she and her partner took me to this beautiful ‘Monte’ which literally means ‘hill’ but is the generic name for someone’s property, like a patch of land which generally contains a house on a hill. They are usually quite modest, working class homes but this one is something special and has recently been converted into a bed and breakfast type place.

Beautiful setting on the hills near Estremoz in the mid-South of Portugal.

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Question by Drama_TeAsEr: Do you like my story? Would you want to hear more?
I still haven’t named my story soo any suggestions? Its about this mysterious guy who comes to this old town and nobody knows who he is. So Ruby (the main charecter) and Susie her sister are trying to figure it out. I wont say anymore or it would give the story away. Here it is give positive and negitive feedback, would you wanna hear more?

Chapter One: Beautiful Mysteries

I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful hair that was black like that night sky. His intriguing green eyes followed me as he walked down the aisle of our towns only church to take his seat. I could hear all the girls’ murmurs from behind me, I could tell they were interested, but I sensed that he wasn’t interested. My train of thought was broken when my little sister, Susie Conelly, stepped cautiously through the back entrance of the chapel and came to sit down next to me.

When the service ended I took Susie around to the back of the church, where we always used to come here and sit on the well-manicured grass every Sunday after the last song was played on the historic organs. We would sit there for hours just looking across our little town. The Church was built on the highest hill, so you could see almost everything. The tops of the highest trees, and even the small little creek that ran through the town. I always wondered if they did that knowingly.

It seemed like a good time to ask Susie why she was late-she was always happiest sitting here with me, as she listened to the gentle sounds of the wind-but something held me back from pondering.

Susie closed her eyes and began to hum our lullaby. I took this time to really look at her. Men had always loved her beauty and were drawn in by her silky blonde hair that rested well below her waist. To this day I don’t think anyone would think we were related. I had my father’s looks. Dark wavy hair and pale skin. We both began to walk home after the church bell chimed.

I waited until Susie turned off the light and made sure that she was fast asleep before I crept down the hallway to our diminutive kitchen. I sat down at my favorite place at the kitchen table and thought about the mysterious, beautiful stranger that I saw in church this morning. Why had he come to our tiny, decrepit town? The answer to that I did not know, but I was determined to find out.

Chapter Two:

Monday morning I woke to the sound of the Blue Jay’s music through my open window. It was a comforting sound, which reminded me of my mother. She had always loved Blue Jay’s, she would see one and say to Susie and I,
“Look over there girls. That’s our Blue Jay. Let’s name him,” She thought and thought, but it was I who came up with the perfect name.
“Hope.”
“Excellent Ruby. I absolutely admire that,” She smiled. I always felt safe around her no matter where I was or who else I was with. “Now whenever you see our Blue Jay, we’ll always have hope.”

I missed my mother more than anyone could ever think possible. I felt so, bare without her.

I got up from my comforting bed and put on jeans. I could hear the frying pan as I walked down the hallway to the kitchen. I suppose this house wasn’t so bad. Which got me thinking, why had I ever wanted to leave? This was the perfect place. You could always hear the running water of the creek, which was comforting and Everywhere you went you saw miles and miles of trees.

After breakfast Susie and I went to the river to sit. I never felt out of place here. I layed out the blanket while Susie set up the umbrella.
“You never told me why you were late yesterday.” The smile faded from Susie’s mouth.
“I just forgot okay.” Susie said as she leaned back to lay down. I knew she was hiding something, I just didn’t know why.

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Off road, on the dirt track into the countryside I decided to find some place but it was to be soon decided.

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I have come off but I was not sure if this will be the destination for the night and final call but …

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I sit in the middle of the park, surrounded by pink and white blossom. That’s my name, Blossom. I get picked on at school but I don’t care.

My little sister, Hazel comes up to me. “Look what i found!” she was holding a dead bird. “Hazel…that’s a dead bird…”
“I know!” she says brightly. I glance hopefully at mum, but she just laughs. “Blossom, i’ll be over the other side of the park if you need me!”
“K mum!” And she dissapears into the disdance.
“Lets go sit by the pond.” I suggest. Hazel shrugs and walks over. I suddenly see a steep path into the lake. I panic.
“Hazel! D-” But it’s too late. She tumbles into the lake. And dissapears.

I panic. Should I dive in myself, or call for help?

I dive in, the lakes pretty deep and I’m a weak swimmer. I struggle to hold my breath. I plunge underwater. I see a body. I swim towards it, and bang my leg on a rock. I can’t move it properly, but I’m close enough to grab onto Hazel, and push her up. Hazel has just learnt to swim, so I can hope she can swim to the bank.

Mum and Dad have spotted Hazel, and Dad dives in to get me just in time. I’m gasping for breath and so is Hazel. “Ow…my leg”
“Don’t worry. The clinic is over there” Mum pointed to a white building, surrounded by blossom. Dad hauls me up and carries me to the clinic. People keep staring and laughing, I’m humiliated.

“That looks like a nice, clean, break” the doctor says to me. She passes me some crutches and what look like very weirdly patterned, very woolly socks. I put one on my foot on my broken leg and slip on the crutches. I practice walking. “This is hard” I complain.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to it”
I think about my friends, and think how they thought the world of me, I think how I’ll get picked on even more now. I sigh, and smile awkwardly at the doctor, making my way out of the clinic. We make our way home, and when I collapse on my bed (carefully) I fall asleep. I dream of blossom, white and pink.

I wake up, and whoopee it’s Monday. Can’t wait to get teased. I reach for my crutches, and choose a purple woolly sock thing with lilac stars on it. I clutch onto the handrail, and finally get down the stairs. Mum is still asleep, so I make my own breakfast of Cookie crisp cereal with TWO glasses of milk chucked in. I lounge on the sofa, ‘till mum comes in to greet me. She sees my awkward frown. “What’s wrong Blossom?” she asks me.
“I’m SO going to get picked on”
“I’m sure it’ll turn out fine in the end” I smile and she helps me up into my bedroom. I pull on my Blossom Hill school uniform and slip on 1 black pump. I walk down the road to my school and already I’m the main attraction. My teacher, greets me. “Oh my goodness what happened to you?!”
“Haven’t you heard. It’s in the Gazette. My sister Hazel fell into the lake and I rescued her, banging my leg in the process” I huff, walking into class. Everyone is staring at me, and a little spike of hurt punches me. “As you can see, Blossom has broken her leg” the teacher starts. “I would like you all too be careful around her and not try to push her around” The class sigh. We start maths, and I can’t concentrate. Everyone is staring and whispering stuff about me. I hide myself behind a curtain of hair and my book.

At break time everyone picks on me. I sit down on the steps and wish I could be someone else. I’d be Ruby, smart and cool with chocolate brown, tussled hair flowing down to my waist… I wouldn’t be scared of anything, and nobody would EVER pick on me. Suddenly, Hazel walks up to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“I notice that my eyes are welling up with tears. I sniff. “Nothing” and I walk away from her.
This goes on all through school, and when it’s home time, I rush out and walk up the road to my house. When I get in, I speak to mum.
“Mum” I swallowed, “Today didn’t go very well. They picked on me for my broken leg aswell as my name”
“Well, the name is your dad’s fault” Mum says coldly.
“I know, and well, I’m wondering… Can I change my name to Ruby?”
Mum thinks. “Well, I’m not sure your dad would like that name…” She starts to scribble down some names on my old homework. She passes the paper to me.
“Emerald, Alex, Cassie, Star” I read out. “I think I choose…Star” I love that name. It makes me sound special.
“Star it is” Mum says firmly. She goes into the kitchen and has a talk with dad. She comes back in and smiles.
“He agrees. You want to come down and have it changed now?” I nod, and smile back. I might not be Ruby, fashionable and fearless, but I’m on the right track.

While mum phones up the school about my new name, I start thinking about my life. I note down everything that has happened:

Was born
Said first word: Mammy
Learnt to walk
Went to pre school
Hazel was born
Went to infants
Made friends
Went to juniors
Lost friends – was picked on
Saved Hazels life
Broke leg
Started make-over – Changed name to Star.

My life is like a story – At first, everything is perfect and norm

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While the town thrived for a few years, its own mills and mines proved to be less productive than Virginia City and Gold Hill. A serious decline began after 1869 when the Virginia & Truckee Railroad was completed, which eliminated the town’s value as a freight center.

Silver City has never gained the acclaim and attention of Virginia City, Nevada. Today there are significant remnants in Silver City, including a handful of historic structures still in use that serve as direct links to the town’s rich past. While the community does not have a large commercial district like Virginia City, Nevada, it does have a post office, a substantial cemetery and buildings that are important to the history of Nevada, such as the Hardwick House, a former icehouse (and former bed and breakfast) built in 1862 that is now a private residence.

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Question by Dancing with my heart: What do you think of the first page in my book?
I just re-wrote it now because when I previously asked this question most people said it looked like twilight. The extract is short but whatever… enjoy!

Preface
It seemed to me some time ago that love was a fantasy, purely existed in heaven and only the luckiest people on earth got to experience its warm fingers. To take love away from someone was a monstrous feat, and impossible, for one thing I was certain of. Love is forever.
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The morning appeared through the curtains, gently shaking away the sleep that I so craved. It took me several minutes to warm up my muscles and beg them to lift me from the cosy blankets. I peeked out of the window without actually getting out of bed and shivered involuntarily. The outside sky was a foggy grey; dark rain clouds circled around the town and icy-looking water was trickling down the window. I groaned inwardly and fumbled for the light switch dangling by my bed, wincing as the light filled the room. Eventually I persuaded myself to crawl out and get dressed, groggily washing my face and clambering downstairs. Of course no one was up apart from me so I ate my breakfast alone and in silence, trying to decide if I had completed my homework or not. I dumped my breakfast stuff in the sink, hurriedly washing it and at the same time searching for the keys to my Mercedes, waiting faithfully out in the frigid rain. Covering my head with my bag, I raced out of the house and slammed into the car, rubbing my hands between my legs whilst waiting for the heater to turn on.
The rain lashed against my windscreen and made it near impossible to see, so much that I actually became fearful that I would miss the turning on my short journey. The rain drowned out the radio and I had to keep turning it continually higher; the happy tune playing seemed unsuitable for the weather. I was driving down a wide avenue of spruce trees, my favourite part of the drive because it was just so desolate. I started humming along to the radio, quickly picking up the tune. Suddenly a black car shot out of a side road in front of me without warning, forcing me to turn the wheel to avoid a collision. The car started spinning on the icy, wet tarmac below the wheels and all I could do was to hold on tightly and hope I didn’t hit one of the enormous trees looming close by. I slammed on the brakes and the car started slowing, eventually coming to a stop. I didn’t move for several minutes, breathing deeply and calming myself down. The happy tune was still playing and angrily I slammed the radio button down, restarting the car and driving very cautiously to school.
The school building tops appeared over the final hill and for once I welcomed the sight; somewhere warm at last. All the parking spots close to the school were taken and I circled around in despair, not forgetting what the pounding rain would do to my hair. I eventually settled for a sheltered spot by the maths building, though still miles away from the main entrance. Sighing I grabbed my bag once more and made a dash for the door.
1. I am english so I say maths not math, but this is in Canada so maybe I should change that..
2. I will change the preface to prologue-thanks for pointing that out.
3. I will add more emotional depth to it.
4. THANK YOU! This was a real confidence boost.
the next bit….
“You’re late, Kayla” Mr Wright drawled as I tried to sneak into the classroom. I immediately straightened up. “Oh. Yes.” I tried to sound convincing. “My car… wouldn’t start.” I mumbled, cursing myself for not having a backbone.
“Well that’s not my fault is it? Half an hour after school with me. Sit down.”
I crept into my seat, trying not to scream in frustration. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a notebook and pencil case, swallowing my irritation and turning to the board. Something soft hit my head and I turned around. Alicia was mouthing something illegible to me, and I shook my head. If Mr Wright caught me again my detention would be tripled. I suppose my friends would call me a goody-goody, and in all honesty I was proud of my spotless record and good name throughout the year. I was determined to make up for my detention with flawless end of year exams.

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This is very interesting – very, very interesting…
I love the way you describe things but for some reason, I find your characters movements a bit jumpy – not much happens between her actions and for some reason I picked this up first. Also, she avoids a collision but doesn’t talk about how her emotions race or how adrenaline and fear take over because a car crash isn’t something to just relax about when you avoid it.
All in all, a great story – I love it, and will love it even more if you add more emotions and thoughts from the characters point of view.

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www.Hoteloogle.com – The 1895 Tarlton House is located in Hillsboro, Texas, a quaint Main Street community. Local attractions include the Hill County Cell Block Museum, restored Hill County Courthouse and the Texas Heritage Museum, all within two miles of the house. Fishing, camping, boating and golf are available at Lake Whitney, located 15 miles away. Built in 1895, this Queen Anne house features 12 foot ceilings, a carved panel staircase, vintage chandeliers and five stained glass windows. Complimentary breakfast buffets with a variety of hot and cold foods are served each morning. A guest refrigerator on the second floor provides bottled water and soda. Complimentary wireless Internet access is available throughout the house. Meeting rooms and beverage service are available for a fee. The landing library features several shelves stocked with books, board games and a guest computer with a printer. The house is fronted by a wrap around porch with rockers. Complimentary shuttle service to and from the Hillsboro Municipal Airport is available. Pets are not allowed at this property. Guestrooms at the 1895 Tarlton House were renovated in 2006, and are individually decorated with vintage and designer furnishings. Several accommodations boast fireplaces with carved mantels and original Italian tile. Beds feature fine linens, and oversized towels are provided. All guestrooms are equipped with private bathrooms, some with claw foot soaking tubs. All units provide bedside …
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Question by Dancing with my heart: I need help with the plot of my story.?
Here’s a little bit of it (the intro). It’s hard to ask this but I was aiming for a love story about a boy with a secret though still sounding as far from twilight as possible, and I am finding this very hard to do. I have turned to you, fellow yahoo answereeans, to help me forward. Here is the extract:

Preface
It seemed to me some time ago that love was a fantasy, purely existed in heaven and only the luckiest people alive got to experience its warm fingers. To take love away from someone was a monstrous feat, and impossible, for one thing I was sure of. Love is forever.
———————————————————————————
The morning appeared through the curtains, gently shaking away the sleep that I so craved. It took me several minutes to warm up my muscles and beg them to lift me from the cosy blankets. I peeked out of the window without actually getting out of bed and shivered involuntarily. The outside sky was a foggy grey; dark rain clouds circled around the town and icy-looking water was trickling down the window. I groaned inwardly and fumbled for the light switch dangling by my bed, wincing as the light filled the room. Eventually I persuaded myself to crawl out and get dressed, groggily washing my face and clambering downstairs. Of course no one was up apart from me so I ate my breakfast alone and in silence, trying to decide if I had completed my homework or not. I dumped my breakfast stuff in the sink, hurriedly washing it and at the same time searching for the keys to my Mercedes, waiting faithfully out in the frigid rain. Covering my head with my bag, I raced out of the house and slammed into the car, rubbing my hands between my legs whilst waiting for the heater to turn on. Eventually I pulled out of the drive and turned into the road.
The rain lashed against my windscreen and made it near impossible to see, so much that I actually became fearful I would miss the turning on my short journey. The rain drowned out the radio and I had to keep turning it continually higher; the happy tune playing seemed unsuitable for the weather. I was driving down a wide avenue of spruce trees, my favourite part of the drive because it was just so desolate. I started humming along to the radio, quickly picking up the tune. Suddenly a black car shot out of a side road in front of me without warning, forcing me to turn the wheel to avoid a collision. The car started spinning on the icy, wet tarmac below the wheels and all I could do was to hold on tightly and hope I didn’t hit one of the enormous trees looming close by. I slammed on the brakes and the car started slowing, eventually coming to a stop. I didn’t move for a minute, breathing deeply and calming myself down. My heart was pounding; I was usually a careful driver. I corrected myself. I am a careful driver. It was the black car and the weathers fault. The happy tune was still playing and angrily I slammed the radio button down, restarting the car and driving very cautiously to school.
The school building tops appeared over the final hill and for once I welcomed the sight; somewhere warm at last. All the parking spots close to the school were taken and I circled around in despair, not forgetting what the pounding rain would do to my hair. I eventually settled for a sheltered spot by the math building, though still miles away from the main entrance. Sighing I grabbed my bag once more and made a dash for the door.
“You’re late, Kayla,” Mr Wright drawled as I tried to sneak into the classroom. I immediately straightened up. “Oh. Yes.” I tried to sound convincing. “My car… wouldn’t start,” I mumbled, cursing myself for not having a backbone.
“Well that’s not my fault is it? Half an hour after school with me. Sit down.”
I crept into my seat, trying not to scream in frustration. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a notebook and pencil case, swallowing my irritation and turning to the board. Something soft hit my head and I turned around. Alicia was mouthing something illegible to me, and I shook my head. If Mr Wright caught me again my detention would be tripled. I suppose my friends would call me a goody-goody, and in all honesty I was proud of my spotless record and good name throughout the year. I was determined to make up for my detention with flawless end of year exams. My palm sweated as I took notes furiously, only to be released by the bell, calling for the next lesson.
The end of the day came and the relentless rain had finally eased up, allowing me a bit of self peace. I was running to my car, anxious about the looming rain clouds ahead when a person jumped on my back. Without turning around, I knew who it was. Alicia.
“Why were you late?” She demanded. Her tousled blonde hair was flicking around her face because of the cool wind around us. Her brow was creased but her blue eyes were playful and full of the deep friendship we had. “Some jerk knocked me off the road,” I muttered.
“Oh my god! Are

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Question by g3org3: I had these 4 dream, and I want to know what you think about them, what do they mean? (this is looong)?
these are my dreams:
Dream 1) I`m at a carnival and I`m in an inside place where my friend has a bar that is approximately 5 feet from the ground and this girl that I like comes in (I barely talk to her because she is in a different grade)(I`m in 8th and she`s on 7th) and she manages to get he foot on top of it and she smiles at me ( she was wearing a red outfit with pants).
and then, all the sudden, I`m at a road that splits in two (the road that leads to my grandmother`s house) but it looks as if I`m in the woods and a road is cutting right through. all the sudden, a strange creature (humanoid) jumps through and I run off to my grandmother`s house (I stop for 2 second to rest because I was too tired) and wake up.

Dream 2) I`m in the car with my mom, her friend, and her two daughters (who I love as if they were my sisters… hot sisters) and the car breaks down and we have to climb a hill (that is slippery) and I went in front (looking back to make sure no-one fell and all the sudden I`m in the car again and I hear someone say “you two can never be with each other.(one of the has a boyfriend and is on 9th grade the other is single and is in 7th grade)

Dream 3) I was in my house in the morning, getting ready to go to school and there is a wrench on the breakfast table. I get to school and notice that everyone has their own wrench.

Dream 4(this is the one that has made me think the most) ) so I`m walking in a grasy landscape and a girl jumps right at me (she`s in my class, I`ve groun to liking her, she is acceptable in apperance and she stands some resemblence to the girl in the first dream). She kisses me on the lips and says “you deserve this. then I`m at my house, giving her a massage and talking to her and I remember her saying all the girls in my class wanted to reward my kindness and she volunteered (she has a boyfriend BTW) so then, after a while, (I think it`s a time skip of some daysin the dream) we`re kissing on top of my bed.
there might have been a 5th dream, but all I remember about it is seeing my own face

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Answer by slow_slow_typer
It means that you will grow up to be a perverted mechanic school dropout.

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