This isn’t the whole chapter 1 just part of it.
It’s more of a girl book. I haven’t edited it yet, so tell me what you think of it so far. Thanks.
Sara Foxx shuffled through her Victoria’s Secret tote bag, in search of her big Chanel sunglasses. She lied on an outdoor lounge chair, and the hot sun rays hit her already tan figure. Sara slipped her sunglasses on and continued to relax.
“Too much sun isn’t good for you, you know?” Kendra, Sara’s mother said, as she walked out of the French doors leading to their patio.
Sara gripped her sunglasses and pulled them down to get a glance at her mother. “Last time I checked, you weren’t a skin doctor. Besides, I’m wearing sun screen.”
Kendra shrugged and seated herself on the chair of their outdoor patio table, resting her legs on top of the table and flipping through a People magazine. Sara continued to tan in the hot sun. Her bright pink Coach bikini attracted attention. That’s the way Sara liked it–she liked to stand out. In fact, Sara was the most popular girl at BHS (Braxton High School) Which was why she stood out so much. She was in the tenth grade, fifteen years old, had many friends and a BHS star football player boyfriend. She lived the fantasy teenage life. One that any girl dreamed to have. Just then Sara heard a soft vibration in her bag. She pulled out her LG Voyager cell phone to see that a text message was displayed on the touch screen.
ALEXIS: damn, girl. Look at THIS!
Sara questioned her best friend’s message, and waited for her to pop out of nowhere (something that Sara could imagine an enthusiastic girl like Alexis doing) Instead she received a picture message, and what she saw made her burst out laughing. Kendra stared at Sara as if she were crazy. A picture of Sean, Sara’s boyfriend of three months was put to view on the screen. He was streaking down the street with his friends in Alexis’s neighborhood. The picture showed Sean’s bare butt and back side as he streaked with all of his friends–mostly the BHS football team. Uncontrollable laughter burst out of Sara and she quickly text back.
SARA: LOL! Why couldn’t this be in MY neighborhood!
ALEXIS: U have one ca-razy boyfriend, Sara.
Sara threw her cell phone back in to her tote with a smile on her face. I do, don’t I? she said to herself. The sun hid behind a tree in the distance. Sara sighed and got up to go inside of her luxurious mansion.
Sara’s father, Luther, was a successful lawyer who provided him and his family with only the best. An in-ground swimming pool, tennis court, home theatre, best brand-name clothes and jewelry, and to say the least–anything Sara’s heart desired. On the other hand, Kendra liked to call herself a: “Stay at home Mom” taking care of Sara’s younger brother, Aaron, even though their family had more than enough money to pay for daycare, or a nanny. Kendra had no intention of getting a job, and their family didn’t need more money than their $600,000 yearly income.

…thought I would experience. needless to say, ‘love at first sight’ was just ridiculous. however earlier today, when I was at work at an outdoor mall, I walked into my friends mother’s store and see this guy there. His looks wouldn’t stop traffic, but there was something in his eyes and the way about him that hit my core. and at that moment, things didn’t matter.I’m materialistic and shallow at times. I care about clothes, looks, etc. But none of that mattered. and it sounds foolish as hell, but I think I’m in love, or SOMETHING, with someone I don’t even know.
help: explain what’s going on..
methods of talking to him if I even should.

…thought I would experience. needless to say, ‘love at first sight’ was just ridiculous. however earlier today, when I was at work at an outdoor mall, I walked into my friends mother’s store and see this guy there. His looks wouldn’t stop traffic, but there was something in his eyes and the way about him that hit my core. and at that moment, things didn’t matter.I’m materialistic and shallow at times. I care about clothes, looks, etc. But none of that mattered. and it sounds foolish as hell, but I think I’m in love, or SOMETHING, with someone I don’t even know.
help: explain what’s going on..
methods of talking to him if I even should.

This couple was camping in the rockies a few days ago, and they were murdered. It was very hectic, and is starting to come through newspapers. Apparently, it was murder with inTENT. hectic hey?

For all the guys who ever get dragged round Tesco against their will and perhaps some of the girls, should try a few of these too – may liven things up…
Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or boyfriend along shopping. This letter was recently sent by Tesco’s Head Office to a customer in Wigan :
Dear Mrs. Carter,
While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty Card, the Manager of our store in Wigan is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics.
Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras:
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people’s trolleys when they weren’t looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine products aisle.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, “Code 3″ in housewares….. and watched what happened.
5. August 14: Moved a ‘CAUTION – WET FLOOR’ sign to a carpeted area.
6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he’d invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gas stove.
7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he began to cry and asked, “Why can’t you people just leave me alone?”
8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, picked his nose, and ate it.
9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the Housewares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the antidepressants were situated.
10. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the theme tune from “Mission Impossible”
11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the “Madonna look” using different size funnels.
12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled “PICK ME!” “PICK ME!”
13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, assumed the foetal position and screamed “NO! NO! It’s those voices again.”
And; last, but not least:
14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a while; then yelled, very loudly, “There is no toilet paper in here.”
Yours sincerely,
Charles Brown
Store Manager

1. Would you PLEASE stop using my shirt as your kleenex!
2. Take me, God. Just take me.
3. You’re killing me, babe……JUST killing me.
4. You can read minds?!! Cool, dude.
5. That might make sense on your home planet of Pluto, but here on earth , it’s CUCKOO!!
6. And I suppose you’re going to tell me that I just imagined it . Well I DIDN’T !!
7. And now the radio has gone dead. PERFECT !
8. Au contraire.
9. The lake never gives up her dead. MUAWWWWW !!
10. I only have a few brain cells left …..Have mercy on me.

Preface
I fiddled with the key in my hand, tracing its pattern with my fingertips. Knowing I couldn’t stall any longer, I swiftly placed the key in my pants pocket. Gazing at the chest that sat in front of me, a tear dripped from my eye, staining the deep mahogany wood. I lifted the last box that I had packed only minutes ago.
“That’s the last of it.” Sophie muttered, staring at her shoes as she moved them from side to side. I nodded hastily, attempting to keep my tears to myself.
“I’ve always wondered Harper…” She cut herself off.
“Yes?”
She continued gradually, an uneven tone filling her voice. “When did having a boyfriend become such a priority to your mother?”
“It’s not.” I scoffed. “It’s a habit.”
A chilling silence filled the entire room, my room. The asylum in which I was hoping everything would take place. This is where I wanted stay. Moving became such a constant hassle, and it was harder every time.
No more words were spoken from this point on. Sophie frowned remorsefully, and I could tell she was taking the pain awfully. I only wished I could’ve told her it gets better with time, but I’d be lying.
I smiled softly, grabbing her hand and placing it within mine. When she looked up, her face held only one emotion. Anger. I hugged her without a second thought, my only friend. Gone in an instant it seemed like. We exchanged a few mellifluous laughs, both remembering only a year before when we had met. But those faint chuckles quickly faded into small tears, in which we wiped away in dismay.
I released her from my firm clutch, finally strong enough to let her go. Without another glimpse, she strolled out into the long corridors outside my room.
Gone. I thought to myself.
I stood in the gleam of light that trickled throughout the room, until a loud honking sound interrupted my quick meditation. I grumbled in reply to my mother’s disturbance. I eased forward, carefully grasping the chest in which I kept all my valuables.
I bounded for the stairs, afraid that if I looked back, the tears would begin again. Before I knew it, I was locking the door from the outside.
I peered from under the awning. Pouring droplets of tears fell from the clouds above me. The sun had shone all week long, until this one rueful Saturday.
“Figures.” I mumbled.
Even though the rain was cascading out of the sky intensely, I did nothing. The only thing my body wanted to do was give in. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted me back to reality. The honking grew louder. My mother and her friend, Elaine, were waiting for my tranquil body to move, and so I did.
“My god, what took you so long?” My mother questioned harshly.
“Angela…uh…mom, I told you Sophie came by to say good-bye.”
“Well, I don’t understand why you took so long! Our flight leave’s the airport in—”
The rest was a blur. My ears tuned her out, and eventually she stopped talking to me. Instead, she resumed her chatting with Elaine. Gossiping on and on about so and so’s new hairdo at work, or the latest episode of Sex in the City. The usual stuff that supplied no interest to me.
“Wow. She really doesn’t talk much does she?” Elaine whispered, but failing to do so. She looked casually at me and smiled.
“Sorry…” I murmured. What else could I say? I was never one to talk back to someone, though my heart wanted to.
“She’s a difficult one, I’m telling you.” Angela said while shaking her head.
Difficult. This one simple word summed up my existence. Difficult, she can’t play any type of sport. Difficult, she’s shy. Difficult, she wants a different life.
“Difficult…” I repeated under my breath.
I must’ve closed my eyes for only a few minutes, when the sound of jets rumbling jerked me awake.
The sky was gray. Mocking my emotions, as if Colorado was glad to see me leave. I felt the exact opposite. I thought mom had found “the one” during our stay here. And even if he was the typical jerk, I could handle it. Like I had every other man my mom called ‘baby’ or ‘hun.’ But Rockaway Beach, Oregon? Home to only 1500 or so people. This I could not handle.

Preface
I fiddled with the key in my hand, tracing its pattern with my fingertips. Knowing I couldn’t stall any longer, I swiftly placed the key in my pants pocket. Gazing at the chest that sat in front of me, a tear dripped from my eye, staining the deep mahogany wood. I lifted the last box that I had packed only minutes ago.
“That’s the last of it.” Sophie muttered, staring at her shoes as she moved them from side to side. I nodded hastily, attempting to keep my tears to myself.
“I’ve always wondered Harper…” She cut herself off.
“Yes?”
She continued gradually, an uneven tone filling her voice. “When did having a boyfriend become such a priority to your mother?”
“It’s not.” I scoffed. “It’s a habit.”
A chilling silence filled the entire room, my room. The asylum in which I was hoping everything would take place. This is where I wanted stay. Moving became such a constant hassle, and it was harder every time.
No more words were spoken from this point on. Sophie frowned remorsefully, and I could tell she was taking the pain awfully. I only wished I could’ve told her it gets better with time, but I’d be lying.
I smiled softly, grabbing her hand and placing it within mine. When she looked up, her face held only one emotion. Anger. I hugged her without a second thought, my only friend. Gone in an instant it seemed like. We exchanged a few mellifluous laughs, both remembering only a year before when we had met. But those faint chuckles quickly faded into small tears, in which we wiped away in dismay.
I released her from my firm clutch, finally strong enough to let her go. Without another glimpse, she strolled out into the long corridors outside my room.
Gone. I thought to myself.
I stood in the gleam of light that trickled throughout the room, until a loud honking sound interrupted my quick meditation. I grumbled in reply to my mother’s disturbance. I eased forward, carefully grasping the chest in which I kept all my valuables.
I bounded for the stairs, afraid that if I looked back, the tears would begin again. Before I knew it, I was locking the door from the outside.
I peered from under the awning. Pouring droplets of tears fell from the clouds above me. The sun had shone all week long, until this one rueful Saturday.
“Figures.” I mumbled.
Even though the rain was cascading out of the sky intensely, I did nothing. The only thing my body wanted to do was give in. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted me back to reality. The honking grew louder. My mother and her friend, Elaine, were waiting for my tranquil body to move, and so I did.
“My god, what took you so long?” My mother questioned harshly.
“Angela…uh…mom, I told you Sophie came by to say good-bye.”
“Well, I don’t understand why you took so long! Our flight leave’s the airport in—”
The rest was a blur. My ears tuned her out, and eventually she stopped talking to me. Instead, she resumed her chatting with Elaine. Gossiping on and on about so and so’s new hairdo at work, or the latest episode of Sex in the City. The usual stuff that supplied no interest to me.
“Wow. She really doesn’t talk much does she?” Elaine whispered, but failing to do so. She looked casually at me and smiled.
“Sorry…” I murmured. What else could I say? I was never one to talk back to someone, though my heart wanted to.
“She’s a difficult one, I’m telling you.” Angela said while shaking her head.
Difficult. This one simple word summed up my existence. Difficult, she can’t play any type of sport. Difficult, she’s shy. Difficult, she wants a different life.
“Difficult…” I repeated under my breath.
I must’ve closed my eyes for only a few minutes, when the sound of jets rumbling jerked me awake.
The sky was gray. Mocking my emotions, as if Colorado was glad to see me leave. I felt the exact opposite. I thought mom had found “the one” during our stay here. And even if he was the typical jerk, I could handle it. Like I had every other man my mom called ‘baby’ or ‘hun.’ But Rockaway Beach, Oregon? Home to only 1500 or so people. This I could not handle.

Can you please make a story that involves the following words.
-fatigue
-eczema
-prattle
-awning
-anesthetic
-klutz
-murky
-persevere
-spat
-tripod
-”ous” (make into word)
-jump on the bandwagon
use all the words in a story.
thank you sooo muchh.

deco building, he was both amazed that these old buildings had fully functioning windows and despondent over the break up of his marriage. he stood there, motionless, contemplating all that had gone wrong with his life. then, in an instant, he opened the window and leaped through it. how was fred able to survive this impulsive act, not only wothout any broken bones, but without so much as a scratch on him? there were no awnings ( or any other feature) outside the building to break a fall, he didn’t have a parachute on, he didn’t turn into superman or develop spidy powers, etc….