well...today was....not too good.... dylan...is moving, to colorado. i just found out an hour ago, and he will be moving saturday.

here is what dork really means.... http://http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Dork

andy and i RODE our bikes to indian hills and haunted mrs. mendenhall, then the janitor gave a us a HUGANTIC role of toilet paper and we teepeed mrs. woodburns office, it looke awesome shes gonna freak, even the principle thought it was funny....

what do you think of this chapter of a book? please give me comments...

Nothing can kill them.
Nothing will stop them.
The light of day is God,
As the night is Hell.
The Hell from which they came.

The Clearing


Introduction

The town of Gelna, population 71. Once you come, you never leave. That is, until you die. The population has never changes and never will. When somebody dies, someone else moves in. Not only do the old die, but they young also. Not from disease, not from illness, from the unknown.
The history of Gelna is also uncertain. There are no public libraries, no history records, not even a city hall. The only records in Gelna are stories and tales of the past. What Happens in Gelna, stays in Gelna.

I

“There is no creatures!”
“But mom-”
“We are moving and that is final! This is just another one of your silly excuses not to move!”
She’s right, she’s always right. If she’s wrong then you’re dreamin’. Bad or good I know I can believe her. It’s like she was put on this planet to tell what to do, to put things right, where they ought to be. To top all that, once she’s made a decision there ain’t no going back. She;s like a storm, once it rains, it rains, there isn’t anything you can do to stop it. The onlythinkg you can do is get out of its way.
I’ve asked her many times why we’re moving but it’s the same answer any think, “Because…” and then se trails off. Because, what a nasty word. Because is the reason why. “It was because of you, your father died!” That’s not true! It was a coincidence, and accident, a mystery.
Tomorrow I’d be moving and I guess that was final, for that was the storm-cast for the future.

***

Nothing went right that night. I tossed and turned all night. Waking up to the wind howling through my room, dreams of figures walking through trees. Morning didn’t come soon enough.

***

Waking up to my mom’s yells wasn’t exactly my choice of a wake up call to be.
“Erin Berlaue! Get up right now! We’re leaving!” She said banging her fists on the door before heading out to the car.
I pulled on a blue flannel shirt with some jeans. The weather was starting to change to fall and the heater in our old station wagon wasn’t working.
Mom sounded the horn a couple of times, which told me to hurry up. I ran and jumped into the car. Mom sped the car out into the street and up an ally so fast that I didn’t have time to look back and said goodbye to all my memories. Memories of dad and Ollie, my dog, all the memories of times when I was happy, all the memories that are now lost.
“What’s wrong with you now, Erin? Missing that hell-hole of a house already? I’m telling you, this is that happiest day of my life! Your father jinxed that place and our family, and look where it’s taken him!”
“DON’T TALK ABOUT MY FATHER THAT WAY!” I said with a little quaver in my voice as I finished the sentence.
“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” She said with an evil grin upon her face.
I didn’t answer back. I didn’t want her to know I was crying. I didn’t want her to know that for once one of her rude side remarks hurt me.
She was always telling me what a bad mood I was in. How bad my hair looked. How funny it was that I didn’t have any friends.
Eventually the cornfields turned to prairies, and from prairies into woods. It was the woods that made me realize where we were going.
“We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” I asked cautiousely, hoping to not get another snappy remark.
“Oohh, yes. We came past here two weeks ago. Yes…yes…” She trailed off into her thoughts.
‘Two weeks ago?’ I thought searching my memory for the date and what I did. It hit me. ‘Two weeks ago we were driving back from my Dad’s funeral at the marine core, we saw a town. It was more like a village. They were having a funeral. They were lowering two caskets into a grave, but the people must not have been liked, there was there, except for a priest, the man operating the crane to lower the casket and a small woman with a heavy-fabric ked vale. Nothing made since. There were no houses in site. No smoke from the fireplaces that kept people warm during the cold night that was slowly creeping upon us. Beyond the trees there seemed to be an eerie glow appeared, yet no civilization was insight. But that might have been a coincidence, for that day I was not thinking straight and had tears in my eyes that blurred my vision. Or was it?'
Creeks and rivers passes. The sun danced danced off the water while the trees blew violently through the harsh wind. I was a nature person but not even the spectacular scenery could lighten the mood.
A month ago, moving would have been great! I would be moving away from a life of no friends. I would be moving away from a piece of my life that was rotten and crude, but ever since Dad died, I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to leave the place of which my Dad stood slept and ate. The place where his scent and the memories of him floated thickly through the air.

***

The woods eventually became thick, and dense. We were nearly there. I knew this because I had never seen woods so teeming.
No animals could be seen in the inspissated dark of the woods. The canopy made it impossible for the sun to penetrate and sink in to the ground and bring day. There was no time in the woods, no hours, minutes, or seconds, just night, all night.

***

“Hungary?” mom said in a fast low grunt which broke the silence that had filled the car ever since we had left out old house and mom had finished with her rude remark.
“Pardon?” I asked. For I was daydreaming while gazing out the window, looking for signs of life.
“Hungary, Erin, are you hungary?” asking again in a more quick and hateful voice that ate away at your feelings of happiness and warmth.
“N-no, not really” I said, adding on, “I’ll live,” regretting that decision quickly, hoping that she wouldn’t pickup on how sarcastic I was being.
“Good, neither am I…” she said refocusing all her attention back on to driving.
A minute had passed and before I realized the red glow coming from over the trees. The road we had been driving on, now reduced from a two lane to a single lane road that was laden with dirt and pebbles.
We passed the grave yard which I had seen two weeks prior. Right after the graveyard, off to our right was the last road connecting to the road we continued into the middle of nowhere, or atleast it seemed.
At the end of the road, we came to a stop. Believing to be a dead end, out of nowhere a small ath was visible off to the right of our car. We turned onto the path, leading us through the woods. The path was dark and our station wagon’s lights weren’t shining as bright as usual. I decided to take a nap. The woods seemed thick and I guessed it would be a while before we would be getting out of them.
My nap was quickly disturbed by a short yelp and then all I remember was finding myself out of my seat and on the floor of the car.
“Erin! Go get help, I don’t want any excuses, GO!” mom said furiousely.
Remembering where I was at, I heaved myself up and out of the car and started to walk forward, into the darkness.

II

the apple river...

well, i just got back from minnesota, it was an o.k. trip since i was sick the whole time with a sinus cold ( my head felt like it was going to pop, but it didnt so all is good) yes, and on to the part about what i learned....

its the vacation time and we decide next to go on a little family lazey river ride down the Apple River. we drive and finally get there. and we get our tubes and we ask the lady who works there "we have never done this before, is there n e thing we should know?" she looks at us and thinks and then finally answers "nothing, except look out for the drunk people." so the we slowely go down the river for 2 hours. then we get on a bus and travel to another starting piont. so as we are waiting for the bus this "happy" teenager says "so where are you from?" with some giggles. we answer and she just stands there with her boyfriend. she starts laughing. and doesnt really stop. and then for some reason she falls over on her tube. well, then we start thinking about what the lady told us, and figured she was drunk. more people show up and we cram onto the bus, woohoo! what a fun 15 minute trip we have with drunk people... not. so we go again down the river and end up at a point where all the drunk people have decided to have a party (*they are mostly college students) and we watch and laugh, because they have no more coordination. and we see this one girl, she asks this one guy with beads, "Please can i have the beads! please please!" he responds only we dont hear him, only we do hear the girls responce, "but i already did that once, i dont want to again," and soon enough she flips up her bikini top, woah, did my brothers enjoy that.

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*The Poopie List*

GHOST POOPIE: The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.
CLEAN POOPIE: The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.
WET POOPIE: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won't ruin them with stains.
SECOND WAVE POOPIE: This happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more.
POP-A VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.
LINCOLN LOG POOPIE: The kind of poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.
GASSY POOPIE: It's so noisy, that everyone within earshot is giggling.
DRINKER'S POOPIE: The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.
CORN POOPIE: Self explanatory.
GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE: The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.
SPINAL TAP POOPIE: That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you'd swear it was leaving you sideways.
WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump): The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.
THE DANGLING POOPIE: This poopie refuses to drop in the toilet even though you are done poopie-ing it. You just hope that a shake or two will cut it loose.
THE SURPRISE POOPIE: You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you are about to fart, but *oops* --- a poopie!