22: creative story continue.

Leanne did not realize that it had been 4 years,since.....
Leanne tried to shake the memory out of her head. that was a terrible year. Leanne smiled up at Maria and asked if she could get some tea. Maria smiled and said of course, but it was obvious she was worried about her. Before Maria disappeared through the secret door for maids, she glanced over at Leanne. Leanne smiled but then let it drop when Maria was out of sight. How many years would it take for her to forget the memories of that day? She dropped her face into her hands feeling the unwelcomed tears going slowly down her cheeks. She use to try to make herself stop, but that had only made things worse. She would cry longer and sob harder. It was terrible. But now that Leanne knew this fact she had decided it was best to wait it out and let them come. She sat up straighter and found herself staring at a girl from across the room. 
The girl had blond waves of hair that captured every light source to make it shine. She had an a heart shaped face that was almost disappearing in her long hair. Tears ran down from her huge silver eyes that were specked with gold. Her lips were high arched and full. The girl wore a black and red ruffled dress. She stared back at me, this girl, and smiled.
" I guess its just you and me." We both said in harmony.
Leanne sighed and sat back into my chair. Leanne stared up at the angels above on the ceiling. She never understood why her grandparents had kept them up there. The rest of the house was plain except this room.
It had beautiful paintings and furniture.... though it was odd to find it all in a guest room. When she had asked them why they just smiled and said simply and blunt
" Oh you'll know soon enough....."
I still didn't understand. I gave up when i was a small child. 

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21 post: creative story

Leanne didn’t understand what exactly was going on, but she didn’t like it either way. Her mother had taken her to her grandparents where she was to wait for her while she had a little ‘chit chat’ with her aunt Margaret. She never did like her aunt. She had a long pointed nose that was ,it seemed, to be always stuck up in the air.she had glare stuck onto her face. Her lips were thin and were always twisted into disgust, as if nothing could please her. Her eyes were the thing that made Leanne certain though, that she never, ever, would agree with or like the women. They were the color of rotten squash and always had a most haunting look to them. They always stared , it seemed, into your soul, and could see all your faults. Her mother though, being a kind and gentle woman, excepted everything of the woman. She always invited her to tea, picnics, and even to Leanne's birthday. But she always declined. Never once had she excepted an invitation, She didn't even bother giving an excuse.
She didn't understand though why her mother wanted to speak to the woman now. Though her mother was kind hearted she did not talk to her aunt very much at all. They always had short quick discussions. But they avoided each other as much as they could. Leanne sighed and sat down looking at the tea room they had disappeared to. Whe wondered what on earth they could be talking about...
" Miss Leanne? I said would you like some tea?"
Leanne quickly got out of her trance and looked up. Maria Lockeheart stood before her, looking down at her with concern. She smiled. It was alway's nice to see an old friend. Maria Lockeheart had long curly brown hair that turned into a gorgeous FIRERY red in the sun light. And her eyes, oh how they shined! They had a mixture of brown green and stormy blue. It was sad though, that she was a maid. if Maria had been raised properlly and had clean clothing that wasent in patches....  
Leanne shook her head and smiled. It doesn't matter though. she knew everything about Leanne. Leanne could even say she knew her better than she did!
Leanne smiled.
"How are you Maria? How is your family? Oh you must tell me everything! its been so long...."
Leanne stopped herself. It had been a long time.

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20th post: what is the most disgusting thing you saw yesterday?

well i was in the kitchen when my mom asked me to go outside and get some of the kittens stuff. now this stuff had been out there for like, the beggining of school right? so i go out and pick something up,  lucky me got the most disgusting. they were two dishes stuck together with something that looked like either poop or old food. stupid me unstuck them. big mistake.
on the other side was not only an disgusting smell but about 50 maggots. they were squirming around and it was just so...... disgusting. i screamed like a little cheerleader and ran inside saying 'ew' about twenty times before i could tell my mother what was wrong. i told her that i refuse to do the dishes un till she had told everyone to clean off their dishes.
i had to do them anyways.

19 post: what is it that makes you smile?

a good joke  is what really makes me smile.just smile cuase i dont like my luagh so i cover my mouth and just smile. i cant help it. what also makes me smile is when i look at pictures that bring back good memories.  it just is so nice to find pictures that you forgo all about and remember what happened after/during/before the pic was taken. i really enjoy that.
good food. i hate to admit it but i enjoy food so much. i love all the different tastes and textures. a good meal brings a nice satisfied smile to my face. ( and if you look at me you can definitlly see that i like food)
you may think im crazy what im gonna tell you next but i smile if i have a good story or like i call them 'imagination splurges'. i space out a lot so i have nothing else to do but let my mind wander everywhere and anywhere. sometimes its too realisic though. my mind can go to really dark places and sometimes cry. so i try to limit it.
the last thing that really makes me smile is my family and friends. i cant help but smile when i see everyone having a good time or see them smile. i try my best to be happy when they are but its sometimes hard.