Rachel+Naumann

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The sun is a mixture of reds,oranges, and yellows. The clouds are mmixtures of yellow, navy and white. But no matter what the sky is always blue. Dark clouds can get in the way but behind them lays the same sky samae color only blocked but darkness. ======

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**__What To Write__** What to write. Where do I start? What to Write. Who about? What to Write. How long should it be? What to write. A girl in a tree? A dog in the park? Being lost in the dark? What should I write? ======

It was a dark and stormy night. The kind that threatens to change your life forever and ever. Thunder boomed, and shook the whole house. Lane was home alone, sitting at her kitchen table. Fear over came her as headlights shone through the glass of the front door. Her heart leapt forward to one million beats a minute. She dropped her bag of Cheeto’s and ran upstairs, as if some one was chasing her. Begging for redemption, she lurched onto her bed and seeked “safety” under her comforter. The car door opened and shut. Shaking, she picked up the phone to call her parents. There was a long pause of pure silence. Then a sound of feet coming up the stairs filled the air around her. She flicked off the lights in her room, so it would look like no one was there. She saw a bright orange swoosh, a bright flash, and complete darkness. After a night of tossing and turning, and tossing and turning, Lane woke up, still shivering from the nights “event.” She found that all of her family was home, and normally hanging about the house. Lane walked in the kitchen to find her bag of cheeto’s still open on the table. How weird, she thought, there was absolutely no evidence of any unexpected visitors. Chills rushed through her body as she found her mom digging around in the pantry. “MOM STOP!” Lane suddenly shouted.“My goodness Lane, you scared me! Did you sleep well?” mom replied.“ MOM! The monster's behind you!”“ What?”“Uggh. Nevermind I thought it was.”“ Umm, Lane are you okay?”When her mom looked up, Lane had already left the room and gone upstairs. Lane ran upstairs in to her room to review what had happened. It’s okay, she told herself. She walked around her room looking for clues of the orange monster, to remind herself she wasn’t crazy. “Ah Ha!” She shouted aloud.Footprints of large shoes were left, and a receipt from a restraunt with a name that was un-readable due to smudged ink. A knock met Lanes door. She opened the door, and their stood her mom. “Are you okay?” she asked“Well, Lane replied, last night I had a freak out moment.“What happened?” “ Oh nothing, just an orange monster broke in a tried to kill me. “ Are you okay?”“Yes I’m fine.”“So tell me about this monster.” Lanes mom demanded“Well, it broke in and came upstairs into my bedroom and tried to eat me! It was obviously some one with big feet, and had a smudged receipt probably from the tears of all the scared kids.” she cried“Umm, did you ever think that was me?” asked her mom sounding a little confused.“ Mom, you aren’t orange, and you don’t carry smudged receipts and-- well you do have big feet but, I don’t think you would eat me!”“Well, first, I was coming in to kiss you goodnight, second, you left your cheetos out,so I ate one and got it on my hands, and third it was raining, and the ink had gotten smeared on my dinner receipt.”“Oh!” she thought aloud!Lane walked out of the room, gleaming with embarrassment. Im never staying home alone again, she thought.