“Another detention?!” said mother.
“It’s not like i did anything bad, I was just late.” Angel walked to her room and called Rose.

“Hello?” Rose answered.
She asked her for help on her homework and they talked about how unfair life is and politics and taxes and…

“Mickey turn off your music and go to bed!” mother demands.
“That’s not my name!!” She turned up her music.
“Go to bed!!”
“Fine!! whatever.”

As she stared at the ceiling she imagined herself as an angel. She wore a long skinny white dress with her brown hair down and flow-y and a bright halo made of golden light surrounding the top of her head. She had large ice-white feathery wings and she stood on a cloud…

Soon she fell into a deep sleep…

 She stood in a large field of grass. miles of grass around her. Held in a mountain range ring. Wearing a short black dress, or an old dusty long black dress torn at the bottom to make it five inches above her knees, she stood barefoot on the short grass. Though the sun shone bright and the air was wobbly in the distance she felt very cold. Her hair that used to fall to her knees now only touched her ears. As she felt it she thought someone must have cut it with a dull knife.

The sun turned into a moon and black clouds blanketed the sky. Angel saw figures coming towards her when the rain crashed violently on her. It felt like marbles being thrown so hard that they shattered on her soft skin. The figures were closer now that she ran to them. The rain made her fall a few times and skin her knees but she kept running despite the pain. How were they walking so calmly in this weather?

When she was finally close enough to see them clearly, though she could not see anything that clear right now, she saw they were a group of five people. Three men who walked in front and two women who walked behind. The men in suits and the women in identical formal dresses that might have been worn by Austrian royalty in the 1700′s.

One of the men handed her an umbrella. She took it and opened it. It was full of large holes. She tried to put her hand through one but her and would not go through. Like it was only invisible patches on the umbrella. So she put it over her head. But the rain went through. It was of no use, so she threw it down and ran past the people to get to the mountains. Suddenly there were trees that came up and she crashed into them. Then she falls and looks behind her to see a gap in the grass. She lay on her stomach in a lot of pain. It felt more like she fell on concrete and not wet grass. But the whole scenery of the fall was fuzzy.

 She was now aware that she was not in a field. And she never was. She was fully awake now and aware. Aware that she was laying down in the middle of the street in the middle of a heavy rain at night a street away from her house. But before she could get up, she turned to see two head lights coming towards her. Then her eyes tightly shut she felt a stabbing pain. Then as if she was on fire. She screamed a sharp blood-curdling shriek that lasted a full three seconds. Then did not move.

The driver stopped his truck. He sat in the seat too scared to get out. Its too big to be a cat. He thought. He grabbed his umbrella and stepped out. He looked under his vehicle. And what he saw, horrified him.

Marisol woke up hungry. She got out of her bed for the left over cookies in the fridge. When she passed by the front door she panicked. It was wide open. She checked to make sure her son was okay, then turned to her daughters room. From where she stood she could see into the room and the empty bed. Marisol could not help but scream. She dialed 911 when she saw an ambulance drive by with lights flashing and siren blaring. She dropped her phone and ran into the rain.

Alex heared his mother scream and came out of his room. He saw the phone on the floor and all doors wide open. He picked up the phone and saw it was connected to 911.

“Oh-no.” he said.
“Hello” the operator asked
“My mom and my sister are gone! I just heard my mom scream!”
“Calm down. What is your location?”
“Uh let me see.”
He ran out to see his address when the call was dropped. His mothers phone was soaking wet. He began to cry when he saw his mother running towards her.

“Get in the car.” She said.
“Whats happening?!”
“GET IN THE CAR!!”
He climbed in. And when she started driving, he shot questions.

“Wheres Angel?!”
She stopped.
Through weeping eyes and a cracked voice she explained what had happened.
He was shocked. His eyes burned and his throat clogged. But he never made another sound until they got to the hospital.

It was cold… Very cold. The smell of food overwhelmed Angel. She walked towards the smell where it was the strongest. Bacon, pancakes, fruit… soon she was just walking with her eyes closed. She noticed this and opened her eyes. She saw a fire glowing in the darkness. She made a run for it.

*Thump*

She woke up. She looked at her toes. They were red, along with her fingertips and nose. She had sleep-walked again and bumped into the hallway wall. She turned to her room when she heard a snicker. She turned to the kitchen to find her mom.

 ”You know, Mickey, sometimes I think your body likes my cooking more than your mind.” She laughed. “Maybe you should start wearing a helmet to bed. You don’t want a whopping bruise in the middle of your forehead.”

She suddenlyfelt the pain in her forehead. “I’m supposed to trust you to not make fun of me right? Now I feel like I can trust Alex more. And he put a fake worm in my bed yesterday.” Said Angel.

“Mickey-” her mom was about to reply.

“I told you that’s not my name.”

“Look, you can trust me. And I didn’t give you your beautiful name for you to ignore it. I am your mother and I will call you whatever I want. Now go put on some slippers and wake up your brother for breakfast, Snott-face.” Her mom tolder.

Angel laughed and went to Alex’s room. She knocked on his door loudly.

“Get up!!!” She shouted.

Alex opened his door. And looked at her. A smile spread on his face and he gauffed. “Nice bruise, Angel. Dolled up for your stud?” He commented.

After breakfast Angel was looking in the mirror. A purple bruise the size of a quarter stamped on her forehead. She frowned and covered it with concealer. It wasn’t vanished but it wasn’t noticeable either. She covered it with her bangs and got ready for school.

“Hurry up, Alex I’m already leaving!!” She yelled down the hall. Then came Alex in his Elementary school uniform. She opened the front door and said bye to her mom. She got in the car and drove to her brother’s school. Then went to her school. She was late… again.

The halls were deserted. When she got to her classroom, the door was locked. So she sat on the floor and waited for next period. Then her phone rang. It was her dad so she rejected the call. It’s 10:00 in the morning on a tuesday, wouldn’t he think she cold be in school? She’s not 18 yet. And he knows when she graduates. What could be so important?

When the door finally opened, Rosey came out.

“Finally.” Angel said.

But before Rosey could reply, Mr.Stanley called her into his History room.

“Mickey, where were you?” He asked.

“Mr.S, I asked you, along with everyone else in the world, to call me Angel.”

“Well okay then, Angel. So why were you late again?

“Traffic?”

“You live half a mile away.”

“I still have to drive my brother.”

“Look, you have been late again for the third time this week. I have no choice but to give you three days of detention.”

He handed her the slip and pointed her out. She sighed and walked out.

DUDE!! Save the world!! Recycle!! DON’T litter!! I mean, seriously. Why did we do this stuff? Clear cutting,  killing animals for fun… It’s not right. So help reverse it. But trust me, we can never totally reverse our actions. But we can cover up the damages. One human mind at a time…

 We could start with wildlife. Did you know that in the Old Western days, killing a wolf was a good deed? What up wit dat, dude?

 Poaching is so out of fasion. Actually, if it was a fasion, I would be the least fashionable girl in the world.

And HOW IN THE WORLD can we kill this?!?!!??!?!?!?!

And not everything is about cute baby animals, (although it should be.) I mean, we have to BREATH right?

WELL, THAT IS ALL FOR SAVE THE WORLD!!! ……. SO… SAVE THE WORLD, yall.

This is Chihiro. The pig is her mom. She was turned into a pig by Yubaba, an evil old wich. So ya….

Ok. So I want to put some pictures that I found on google. This is it.

Just behind a skyscraper in a dirty lot with a dumpster in New York, an angel came down from heaven. She sat in a corner. She held a rat and just pet it. She cried. She cried because she knew people were selfish, spoiled, and evil in the world. She knew that people really never open their eyes until they loose the most important thing in their life. Her tears fell onto the ground and buds underneath it grew. She knew coming down here wouldn’t change a thing. So she returned to heaven.
A while later, a small rose grew. Elegantly vivid and opaque. Glittering and glowing. Filled with the sadness of angels. Many animals tried to eat it. But after the first swallow, the animal would die. And the rose would only grow stronger.

R.I.P
Julie Patrica Rozz

R.I.P.
Alice Ambers
The headstones read. In the middle of a November snowing, the leaves falling at brilliant golds and bronzes from the weight of snow. Jay and the old man, named Walter, grandfather of Julie, stood in  the blazing cold and dropping rose petals and bouquet on the girls graves. The sun sprinkling glitters on them through the shaking trees. The sent of fresh autumn had no effect on the mens’ despair for the death of two innocent girls. One only thirteen. The white headstones with freshly engraved words that spoke louder than voices, held the thought of suicide. But it wasn’t suicide, it wasn’t an accident. It was murder. The ghosts of evil and death killing the innocent.
“It was my fault… I can’t… I…” Jay tried to talk through his tears but his throat closed for a quarter of a second.
“Shut up, Jay.” Walter demmanded.
“I won’t leave… I think we lived. I am an angel.” Two familiar voices said in unison.
The men turned arownd.
Two milky white, transparent bodies stood behind them. A headstone going through Alice’s leg.
Jay cussed.
The ghosts vanished.
“I dont think her mother could have produced more than ghosts or earthquakes.” Said Walter.
“Alice’s?” Asked Jay.
Walter shook his head. “Julies.”

The creeping sunlight flared through my curtains and turned my rainbow room into a kaleidoscope of loud and bright lights that bounced of every surface in a glitter explosion. My cell phone rang a quiet hum. I looked at the time on it. Its six-thirty. 
I blinked. Taking in the sight of my room and my memory of last night… I have a phone?
I picked it up. It was a touch screen. The back was pink jewel covered except one set of blue jewels that formed a J.
The hum was a text. Someone had filled in the contacts already. No my Faves. The text was from Alice.
“How do you like your new phone? Be downstairs by seven showered and dressed. We need to get you something important.” I read out loud.
Hm, I thought. Showered and dressed? Well I don’thave my own bathroom anymore.. and what clothes?
I went and checked the wardrobe beside my bed. Wow. I thought. I took some neon pink skinny pants and a black tank top with a zebra sweater. I laughed. I love this! I thought. I took a shower and got dressed. I was barefoot. Some vans!! I expected. Checkerboard vans. I just combed my hair back and headed down. Ugh, I remembered. At seven in the morning? How ridiculous! Whoa. Deja vu.
Alice, the only one downstairs, smiled at me. “Ready?” was all she asked.
“Ya, where are we going?” I asked.
“Um, you”ll see.” She said a little unsure.
Outside, she had a little green Buggy parked.
“Are you hungry?” She asked.
“So.” I answered.
As she drove my mind processed some questions.
“Alice, how old are you?” I asked. She scrunched up her nose.
“Um, twenty-six, sweetie.” She answered with a grin to the windshield.

 The car wobbled as we got to bumpy roads. I looked around. The left was the foot of a mountain, the right was grass plains. Then part of the grass plains disappeared. We were going up the mountain. It was nice, the view, the silence, the speed. By like, twenty minutes we were so high up that looking down made my stomach turn.
“Alice, where are we going?” I asked, half dead-like.
“Well, we are about at the middle of this mountain, so the opening isn’t far from forty minutes well be at a restaurant.” The answered.

Forty minutes later…

I gulped. Then the opening came up.
WHAT the heck?! I panicked.  The “opening” was a bridge at the top of the mountain to another mountain.
“Alice!” I panicked, “how high up are we?!” I screamed.
“Seven hundred feet.” She looked calm, but I sensed the panic in her voice.
“Wha-?! Ow.” My ear popped again.
“I’m sorry, this is where it is!!” She argued back.
“Where WHERE is?!” I protested. “That looks SO unsafe!”
“I’ve gone there hundreds of times calm down!!”
I sighed a very upset sigh.
We eventually got to the parking lot in front of the bridge. She parked and she pulled me to the bridge. I got to the rim. There was no fence at the sides. I looked down without getting two close to the edge. There was what could be a river, or a blue hair. Alice stood next to me and looked down too.
“That’s Millapeak river. It’s about twenty four feet wide.” She pointed out.
“Ahem” I cleared my throat. “That’s- that’s cool.” We walked the on the concrete bridge. It was only held up by two columns, one at one mountain, and one at the other. I was so scared. Then. It started. The rumbling. Alice and I screamed. Ahead,  the bridge, which was half a mile long, started crumbling down. I screamed again. Alice pulled me in the other direction. We ran at full speed then stopped at a dime when we saw the other side crumbling too. Then, the bridge suddenly crumbled to chunks at my and Alice’s feet. We stared at each other for half a second. Her scared, confused, innocent, eyes. Chocolate brown. Filled with tears. “I’m sorry.” They said. Then I was screaming wildly and searching for my thought and Alice. My head whirled as I searched. I found her. Reaching out to get my hand. I reached out. The wind making screeching crazy loud pounding in my ears I took her hand. The cement chunks bruising my face and body. She was sobbing. I looked down. Millapeak river. Suddenly, looked like a blue noodle instead of hair. Then, like a pipe, then a train, then, a twenty four foot wide river. I screamed. So did she. I closed my eyes. Braced for impact. The feeling of crashing from ninety mph into a brick wall penetrated my body. Then everything went black.

“ALICE?!” I tried to scream but nothing moved. It felt as if my mind was lost in pitch black space. No body.
“Juuuuuuu…” a whisper called. My attention was caught.
‘Juuuuuuu…” it called again.
“Wha-?” I thought.
“Your deeeeeeeeead.” It said.
“I’m…?” I thought.
“Yeeeeeeees. So is sheeeeeeee… I waaaaaaaaarned yooooooooou. Noooooooooooow yooooooooooour DEAD!!”

The end… XP PLEASE COMMENT!

It’s the truth!! Bacon (and this is spelled this way for a re son) rox!! Like, it’s just so good!! The taste is perfect!!!
What kind of bacon to eat>>>>
Eat bacon with lots of fat and grease!!
DONT eat, black, shriveled, hard, cold bacon.
Eat bacon that has just been made!!
DONT eat bacon that has been sitting on the counter for hours.
Eat bacon from pigs that have lived in warm climates!!
DONT eat bacon from WAY up north.
Eat fancy gourmet bacon ordered of the Internet from France!!
DONT eat bacon that you evil neighbor gives you.
Eat bacon for breakfast!!
DONT eat bacon that you made over a lamp.
Eat bacon!! (unless your a veggi-tarian)