Well, hi there. My name is Emma. Anyways, I'll go straight to the point.
I woke today with two idea's of a story to write. One is Diary of a Slut. About how a slut goes through the day. What she's thinking, feeling, and hearing. Blah, blah, blibbity blah.
My second is The Girl with the Big Breast. (Still working on a better title for that). About a girl with the biggest breast in the school. Every girl bullies her for them. So she does plastic surgery to make them very small. The surgery has gone wrong...and that's all I got.
Angel was so excited, her best best friends were coming for her birthday sleepover at five o clock! Time crept slowly to ten past five and still not a single soul in sight! Suddenly her little sister Summer shouted “Ha Ha they're not coming they hate you so much!” Angel ran upstairs weeping and charged desperately into her sister Friday's room.
“Was Summer being mean to you again?” asked Friday
“Yes, she said that my friends weren't coming because they hate me and that's not true!”
trickle down his back as he rowed.
I could just drift, he thought, and sleep and put a bight of line around
my toe to wake me. But today is eighty-five days and I should fish the
Just then, watching his lines, he saw one of the projecting green sticks
"Yes," he said. "Yes," and shipped his oars without bumping the boat. He
reached out for the line and held it softly between the thumb and
forefinger of his right hand. He felt no strain nor weight and he held the
"It could not happen twice. Do you think you can find an eighty-five?"
"I can order one.
"One sheet. That's two dollars and a half. Who can we borrow that
from?""That's easy. I can always borrow two dollars and a half."
"I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow.
Then you beg."
"Keep warm old man," the boy said. "Remember we are in September."
"The month when the great fish come," the old man said. "Anyone can
be a fisherman in May."
The Old Man And The Sea
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he
had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty
days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the
boy's parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and
finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone
at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first
Things were starting to make more sense to me now. I was beginning to see what had really happened to Sarah Salas, and why she was killed. But I had no proof to show that I was right. I needed to get some real evidence. I went home and rang up Kathy Chang. I asked her to do me a big favor that night. Fortunately, she said “yes.” Now I was ready. I turned on the television and watched the baseball game. I had some time to kill until it was dark outside. When it was nighttime, I got in my car and started driving.
It was time to try a different approach. I decided to find John Costello first and talk to him. I wanted to find out why his car hit Anne’s and almost killed her. I knew Costello lived in Santa Monica, so I drove up the freeway and got off near Main Street. I went to the address Officer Cho gave me and knocked on the door. No one answered. I knocked on the apartment manager’s door. An old woman answered. “Excuse me, I’m trying to find John Costello. He lives in number 503.”
So now someone wanted to kill me. But how did anyone know I was working on this case? Was Lenny part of this kidnapping in some way? I still had more questions than I had answers about this case.
I called my friend Officer Cho back at the police station. He had the car registration information I requested earlier. The mysterious red car that hit Anne last night on the freeway belonged to John Costello, age 37, living in Santa Monica. Tomorrow I would visit Costello. Tonight, I just needed to get some sleep.