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Birthday
• 1991-05-07
Gender
• Female
Member Since
• 2005-08-22
Occupation
• Going to college for Ornamental Horticulture
Real Name
• Tiffany

Personal

Achievements
• ...does being a twin count?
Anime Fan Since
• 6 or so
Favorite Anime
• Yu Yu Hakusho,Inuyasha,
Goals
• get through college without hurting my brain too much
Hobbies
• video games,computers
Talents
• ...............is playing guitar one?

myOtaku.com: CrimsonVampire

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

ok...some of you guys wanted to know where I got these stories from:the site is www.catlseofspirits.com .Just go into stories and you'll get them

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ONE LAST RIDE
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I would have to say, the most exciting thing about being a teenager, is doing things you know you're not suppose to do, and then getting away with it. You know its dangerous, which is what is the first interest. If you're lucky.

My twin brother Drew and I lived in the middle of nowhere in a small town. We were near a farm, so the next five miles behind our house, after the corn field that is, was dirt hills and mud trails. Nothing less then a perfect dream for two teenagers with motorcross bikes. They were presents from our grandmother when we first moved to that home, to help us adapt. But our own parents despised them, therefore kept them in the attic. But late shifts at the office gave us or freedom.

Yes it was dangerous, illegal (we didn't have riding licenses) and downright dirty, but we were careless teenagers, and we didn't care. The bikes were back in their original spots by the time my mom and dad got home, our showers were taken, and the scrapes were hidden with long sleeve shirts and pants.

Drew was much more extreme then I was, the numerous accidents still went to his head and added on. It was cool to have someone like that around, but somewhere deep inside, I was worried. But that never made it to the surface.

One day, last march, there was a huge downpour when we got home from school. While most kids would normally stay inside, it was the call from the wild for my brother and I. During our third round at the mud driven, wet trail, he pulled ahead of me, missing the mud trench by an inch. The same mud trench my front tire got caught in, causing me to flip off the side into the mud. Getting up in just enough time to see the worse motorcross wipe out ever, my own brother crashing head on into a tree. The tree, I was suppose to hit that tree, most likely if he had stayed behind me.

He was conscious, but I couldn't tell where any of the blood was coming from. He told me he was okay, but to call 911. I ran the half mile back to our house, tracking mud throughout the kitchen. As soon as I repeated the address, I was out the back door again. When I arrived once again at the scene of the accident, Drew was standing just fine. "Forget it, I'm okay, come on Jace, just one more time around". Before I had the chance to object, he was already on his bike, so I followed him, in case something happened.

We rode back to the house, where the paramedics, who I'd forgotten about, and my parents were waiting. Everyone demanding an explanation. I said that Drew got hurt, and I thought something was really wrong, but he was okay now. Then they asked where Drew was, because he wasn't behind me where I last saw him. The paramedics searched, and found him. Half a mile in our backyard, where he had gotten hurt. In the same position where I had left him to call for help. Dead.

My parents sent me to three different therapists because I would never admit that my brother was actually gone at the moment he hit the tree. Yes, Drew is dead, but that day I wasn't dreaming. Thats not the kind of person he is, he wouldn't leave without one last ride
-------------------------------------------------------ok,now I'm going to say somethings that happened to me(its not as interesting as these stories,but oh well.thats life.) where to start....Me and my close group of friends had these dreams with the same people in them(we all described them to each other and we all dont lie about anything).the dream is basically us or whoever was in the dream running from something.then there was another where we were in this giant bird cage-thing and the one person who was in the other dream was there looking at all of us.I told my friend(I call her Zane)about that dream and all of the people I saw in my other one and she said that one of the ones from my other dream was at one point in hers trying to talk to me.Then,the one night I wasnt feeling very good and I was crying sitting in the middle of my bed and I thought I saw something moving from the corner of my eye.I turned and it looked like there was a black shadowy figure sitting a foot or two away from me...I told it it was wasting its time with me and it went away.then the one night I woke up and saw one of the ones from my dream(the shadow I told you about also reminded me of one of the ones in my dream too) and it was so big it was literally leaning over my bed.then another "spirit"(oh,I forgot this.the one at the foot of my bed was black and red in color and this next one is a very bright white)which came over and touched my arm,then i have the doors of my house opening and closing and stuff,but thats it for physical...I heard a lot of things too.And the weirdest thing is that over half of them sounded like my friends.
(as I said not very interesting,but yeah,thats just me)
---------------------------------------------------I'm starting to think there is really something going wrong in my town.Last year my sis got hit,then 2 or 3 days later a boy and girl were killed fomr the older grades,a girl in my class died this summer over leukimia and today I found out one of the girls in my grade died this week,but I dont know her cuz she went to a school thing that teaches the kids who dont want to or have hard time paying attention,etc...so,yeah,my school's starting to evolve around death and car accidents.This thursday I'm going to German club to help with the haunted high school preparations again,and I'll be there on Mon. too.I'll also be going over to my dads this weekend and might go to one of my schools football game.
gotta go
farewell
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