fill in the last sentence for my mini-story please(read the whole thing first!)?
Our head quarter was the secret trap door we thought nobody knew about. We all pitched in except Jerry (it was in his house plus he never had much money) for a stereo, a flashlight, a lamp, blankets, cd’s and snacks. We managed to keep it hidden from the outside world. Jerry covered it with a dirty bohemian rug. His parents never found it because his Mom was always at work and his Dad was a million miles away. Jerry, Sean, Billy and I always met up at head quarters whenever we needed to get away which was often. We would go there every time we skipped classes. Yes instead of stealing cars or getting stones we gathered at head quarters and talked, read and listened to music. Skipping class was sort of our thing. Anytime there was gym, chemistry and advanced math(for Jerry only) we would ditch faster than a cheetah on the run. I came across the method of only showing up for attendance and ditching actual classes when I read Running With Scissors. Our high school was about the only one that made you walk in single file lines wherever you went which made skipping class that much harder. I would pretend to tie my shoes and fall back in line until I saw Sean give me the thumbs up and I would run quite slickly I might add until I was out of my teacher’s sight. How Jerry and Sean did it I don’t know. Our principal Mrs. Dolby caught us in the act once. After she called our parents and I had a black eye and Sean, a swollen lip she never called our parents back in let alone suspend us.
Now let me explain a wee bit about myself before I go on telling stories. My name is Billy McFadden I’m 15 years and I reside in the city of Chicago. I come from a family. Just a family. My sister Laura is an avant-garde film maker. She’s going to be the next Andy Warhol or so she claims. My Mom is a Sunday school teacher and my dad is an average construction worker. You see they weren’t so bad people. They used to be non-believers, atheists until my Mom was pregnant with a boy. This boy was supposed to grow up achieve the American dream and become a real manly man, it was funny in a way how much plans they had for the son that might be. Then in the delivery room my Mom had a miscarriage and a wave of depression hit her and my dad. They took anti- depressants and went to couples therapy but it just wasn’t working. That’s when Laura rented a movie about religion and faith for class and it struck my parents that all they ever needed was religion. Ever since then my parents were extremists. Little statues of Jesus were all over the place and rugs that said something tacky like Faith, hope and love. My Mom quit her job as a flight attendant and became a Sunday school teacher. It’s sort of like they were part of a brain washing cult. For example, one day when my old 4th grade teacher called my Dad and said that I made people bow down to me so I could give them chocolate chip cookies( I liked power back then and plus I was only pretending to be a King). I came home and my Dad slapped me and made me get on my knees and repeat the Ten Commandments while my Mom threw holy water at my face and told me that the only true King we bow down to is the lord Jesus Christ. It was really cheesy but it sort of scarred me for a long time. Thanks to those two idiots I’ll probably never even bother picking up the bible. So when you see me in Hell remember this story and understand I’m not that bad of a person. Now you’re gonna want to know all that romantic stuff. Now that kind of thing isn’t for me. I’m too awkward and too much of an idiot to even talk to a girl I like let alone date one. But that’s okay I don’t mind much, girls aren’t really my top priority (if I have any). If I’m at home I’m either watching movies or listening to music. Other than that I go and sulk at head quarters or walk around down town with Sean and Jerry getting stoned or talking. If not both. But about the most important thing to know about me is that............
Fill it in.. what is Billy like? Or what does he want based from what I wrote so far.... Be creative
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Can someone please read this and let me know what they think of it so far.
I have been working on a story and I'm not too sure if I like how its going so far, so I'm posting it up here so I can get other people's opinions. This is simply the very beginning part of it. I've wanted to be a writer for a long time, and I'm finally working on a story. So if anyone happens to be kind enough to read this, please let me know what you think and if you have any advice, feel free to offer it.
Chapter One
The rain pounded hard against the window pane. I sighed as I continued to watch it from my small bedroom window.There was some fog on my window...making it hard to see. But, despite of the fog I could tell, by looking at the sky, that the weather was going to get worse. There were very dark gray clouds hovering not too far above my home-town. The rain looked more like huge streams of water pouring from the sky it was coming down so hard and heavy. There was a loud explosion of thunder. This was followed almost immediately by blinding lightning and then another clash of thunder. The storm was getting really bad. I was beginning to get bored of just watching the weather so I looked over at my digital alarm clock to see what time it was. "6:30. Mom and Dad should be getting up soon." I said to myself. I heaved my legs over the side of my bed and stood up. I stretched my arms out and yawned. I scratched the back of my head and then I began to make my through my small and dark but very messy bedroom, but I tripped over a pair of shoes and fell hard onto the floor. I stood up and kicked them out of the way, accidentally kicking one of the legs on my bed. I cursed under my breath and continued walking over to the wooden door. I found a pair of cargo pants laying on the floor. I picked them up and reached into the side pockets on the legs of my pants and removed a small amount of money from them. I shrugged, unable to remember where the money came from, but content that I had found it. I walked over to my dresser which sat next to my bedroom door and put the money in a large jar that sat on top of it, next to a huge pile of music CDs and all sorts of papers. Doodles of mine, homework, etc. For a very long time I have been saving up as much money as I possibly could. Why? Alright, I'll tell you. I'm very good friends with the blacksmith in this town and one time I asked, that as long as I saved up enough money, if he would make me a sword of my very own. He agreed to make one, but it would cost $4.000. I asked several years back, and have been saving since and I now have almost $1.000. I think. I walked over to the wooden door, then I looked back at my window for a second, let out another sigh and then I left the room. I tip-toed across the hallway, so incase my parents were still in bed, I wouldn't wake them. But when I made it to the stairs, I heard sounds in the kitchen so I knew my mom was up. I raced down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. My mom was in there already fixing breakfast. We usually get up very early in the morning because my Dad has to be at work around 8 in the morning. I'm usually awake around 5 in the morning. "How many eggs do you want, sugar-pie?" She asked with a smile on her face. My eye twitched a little. I hate it when she calls me things like that! Sometimes I think she forgot what my real name is! "I'm not really hungry right now. I'll...I'll eat later." I answered. "You're not hungry? Muffin? Are you feeling ok?" She asked in her high-pitched worried voice. "I'm fine. Really." I answered shaking my head. "Alright. You don't have to eat right now. I don't like eating this early. But as long as you eat later, ok?" She replied, cracking open two eggs. I nodded as I began to leave the kitchen. I went into the next room on the left side of the kitchen which was the dining room and made my way around our small table. I opened the door behind the side of the table I usually sat on and entered the small livingroom and made my way to our light grey sofa. I grabbed my dark red hoodie that I layed over the back of the sofa and quickly put it on. As I pulled open the front door, I pulled the hood over my blue hair. A large section fell into my eyes. I pushed it back behind my ears and ran outside into the rain. Weather like this is my favorite type of weather. Dark and gloomy, with the smell of rain, heavy winds, loud thunder booming constantly and lightning flashing across a dark sky...what's not to like about it? As I began to run down the little dirt road that leads to the lake at the edge of town, right outside the forest more thunder clashed loudly, followed immediately by a flash of lightning. There was only a few people outside, probably due to how early in the morning it was and the bad weather. I began to run a little slower when a small woman I knew began happily waving at me. "Hi Kiyoshi!" Mrs.Watanabe said to me. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked as I stopped walking altogether so I could talk. "Well, this weather is terrible for my garden I've worked so hard on! But other than that, I'm doing good like always!" She replied, as optimistic as ever. "The storm won't last very long. They never do. I'm sure your garden'll be fine." I replied with a small smile on my face. "Yeah, you're right!" She replied with a pleasant smile. "Well, I'll see you later." I said as I began running down the dirt road again. "You too!" She called after me, waving her arm. Noone else talked to me as I continued on my way. One person waved at me, but that was it, so I didn't take me anytime to get down to the crystal clear lake. The rain had let up a little by the time I had made to the small body of water. I sat down at it's edge and just stared out into space. I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my them and sat my head on top of my knees and let out another sigh. I shut my eyes and let the rain pour lightly on me.
I finally began to relax when I heard someone shout "Get back here!" I stood up quickly and turned to see a teenaged girl running fastly towards the forest and there were two police officers chasing after her. "What the heck!?" I exclaimed. The girl ran straight towards a tree with the officers right behind her. I thought she was gonna get trapped, but to my surprise she didn't. She actually ran up the tree, did a back-flip in mid-air and landed crouched on her feet behind them. Then she stuck her left leg out and spun around in a complete circle on one foot, tripping the officers. They almost fell on her, but she somersaulted backwards away from them, causing them to fall hard on the ground. They stood back up and came after her again. She did a round-house kick, hitting one in the side of his head. He fell hard, but the other one tackled her down to the ground, where she was laying on her back. She struggled hard to get the officer off of her. The officer was holding her arms down with his hands. She kicked and wiggled and struggled to get him off. She managed to lift her arms up and broke free from the officer's grasp. She slugged his face hard, probably breaking his nose, as I saw it bleed. He quickly got off of her holding his nose. The other officer started to walk back over there with a wooden bat in his hand. She had her back towards him. She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. He swung the bat, attempting to hit the side of her head, but she somer-saulted foward, dodging the attack. Then she grabbed the hair on the back of both of the officers' heads and banged there heads together. The officers stood there for a second then they both fell to the ground, knocked out. I just stared at her in awe, not even blinking "What are you looking at!?" She snapped at me in a rough voice. I didn't trust her one bit. After what I had just seen her do, I knew she was gonna be trouble so I just shook my head a little and slowly backed away. She just stood with her clenched fists on her hips and stared at me with an intimidating look in her grey eyes. I think she might have glared at me, but I didn't really notice because I began to run back into town as fast as I could. I didn't look back even once to see if she was following me. Once I made it half-way through the quiet little town, I turned around and looked towards the forest, but I didn't see her there or running after me. I let out a sigh of relief. I guess I'm safe for now.
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What music should i listen to while reading Thirteen reasons why ( or Th1rteen r3asons why)?
I like to put music on in the background while i read, and i am getting thirteen reasons why soon and i am so excited to read it as i heard it was heart wrenching, so i was wondering what music fits with this book to set me in the mood for reading this book?
i was looking for more specific music, as in an artist or song title...
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I listened to japanese music when writing most of this. Would you choose to read more of my book?
Facts about the book:
About the book -the book is science-fiction -the part you are going to read is about a sixth of the full chapter - this part only introduces the protagonist - his character and habit of over-analyzing any situation
- the first chapter introduces two main characters
- a prolouge will be added
- After writing two full length chapters I am too excited about the book that I stopped being hesitant whether I should distribute my work on the internet (small sense of paranoia - someone might steal my book)
When giving me your opinion and views of this section of the story, I would like you to guess the age of the main character.
This website might cut off the section I am going to post, so please, understand that there is much more insight on the protagonist in the rest of the chapter.
This is the time to say hello, right? After finding yet another individual that has sparked my sexual attraction, I stare at the person for at least two minutes. I am not just saying that I intermittently poke my head in the girl’s direction, widening my eyes every twenty seconds, but I carefully and quietly observe every external element. I scan in a sequential order each time. First, the hips, next the arms, then the legs, chest, abdominal, ankle and feet, and neck areas, and finally, the head (which includes ears, facial domain, and hair). I did not notice the girl right away. Though, eventually, I found her in the middle of a lengthy line. The line started from the book store of the mall and seemed to pass the main entrance near the center. An endless row of people were waiting to get a certain book signed by the now- famous author, A. A. Salinder. The bestseller – The Human Mind: The Wondrous Benefits It Bestows Upon Us – has sold over fifty million copies worldwide in three days. With an unannounced arrival to the bookstore, the author planned to experiment with how fast the news can spread. In less than thirty minutes, the wait for having a book signed by the so-called “divine author” reached two hours. Within five days of its debut, reports on the news, forums and blogs, and chat rooms through the internet have been filled with statements of thankfulness, mental revelations, and countless theories of why society “thinks”.
The girl was located significantly close to the entrance. The inevitable anticipation traveled through her body like a wave washing over the sandy shore. Her foot tapped the tiled floor with an ebullient pace. Her finger tips turned into a euphoric white as she squeezed a copy of The Human Mind in her hands. With a swift reflex she took a step forward, staring jealously at yet another person who came out of the main entrance. Ones who carried a signed copy of the book would eye it intently while using their peripheral vision to walk. Ones who did not would turn their heads to the incredible line, wondering what amazing event is occurring.
For some odd reason, for I have not ever done this while observing a girl, I spent too much time on the girl’s feet. Her shoes can be categorized in the “toeless” section, and on these rare occasions when I am able to examine the toes, I abnormally shiver with delight. This uncomfortable fact made me look deeper into myself. I never took the time to discuss with myself why I would study the external parts of a woman with such intensity. Every time I was to ponder on the topic I immediately stopped myself from tunneling further into my own inner thoughts. Did I do this because I was afraid of what I might find?
With reassurance of my own social sanity, I instantly evaded my eyes from the girl. After about thirty seconds I twisted my head slowly to the near-front of the line. The girl was looking at me. Looking became staring, and staring became obsession. What have I done? There has never been an occasion when I have been caught? Was I caught? Or did she just see me turn away from staring at her? Then why is she staring at me, now? I repeated these questions in my head. The half of my internal body that has a strong sexual attraction to the girl’s toes ordered me to stay, while the half that was socially accepted told me to walk away. My second half seemed to make more sense. In the perception of another, I am just some person standing in the middle of a mall… alone. I realized that, at the moment, I was completely alone – my existence was invisible to the passing crowd and kiosk managers. Though, I did not come alone; I am not that socially dysfunctional.
At around eleven a.m. a couple of friends and I decided that we have not partaken in an activity in weeks (approximately seven weeks). At around noon we arrived at the city mall and, in the end, we divided into groups of two. My “partner” stayed with me for a while; we talked about what we have been doing since the group last met and caught up with the usual neighborhood gossip.
This soft sense of serenity ended after the randomly selected “partner” walked into a woman’s clothing department store. After following her inside, I stood aside blankly while she inspected every aspect of certain dresses and pants. Fifteen minutes had gone by after I finally chose to wait outside the store.
With the girl’s eyes burning into my skin, I courageously drove my neck to face her. I blinked several times before registering what occurred next. The girl’s lips lifted into a smile. Her facial expression had produced the type of smile that would suggest familiarity, acquaintanceship, and companionship. Her beaming grin seemed to have made her look considerably prettier. Thus, although I identified that she was aware of my presence, I skipped her neck area and focused on her head. Her soft bangs rested above her black eyebrows with ease. Her right ear poked out from under the black curtains. Chestnut brown eyes no longer burn into my skin but lightly massage it.
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How Can I Maximize My Reading Time?
I am a fairly voracious reader, but there are several problems:
1. I have a slight case of add, so I read more slowly than I should otherwise because I am easily distracted by other thoughts.
2. I have a wide variety of interests, so I am generally reading several books on different subjects at the same time. My primary interests are in politics, history, science, sociology, Buddhism, music, and baseball.
3. My book reading time is fairly limited, say 8-10 hours a week, which tends to be about the time it takes me to read a scholarly 350-400 page work.
Looking over my "to-read" shelves, I currently have, by my estimates, 400 hours of reading material.
I have 180 books on my Amazon wishlist vying for my attention.
How do I decide what's worth my time, particularly when it comes to books with a political agenda? Amazon reviews are not very helpful here, because they seem to always be ridiculously laudatory. Does anyone know of any resources for helping someone in my situation read faster
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