Chapter 1: Section 3

      It was finally time to return back home. Her watch read 8:04am she walked back up to her house. She paused for a few seconds. She shook her head, wondering why she even paused. She walked through the doors of her red house, and plopped down on her living room couch. She'd just met 11 new people. She tried to remember all of their names. Rose, Raphael, Elaine... Amanda? She wasn't sure. She laid back and closed her eyes. She opened them again to find that more than an hour had passed. 9:47am She jumped to her feet. She had to be at work by 10:00am, and who knows how bad traffic would be? She grabbed her keys, grabbed a coat, and raced to her red Mitsubishi 3000 out front. She pulled out of her driveway and drove down to Main St. After pulling onto 99E, she drove straight for about 10 minutes. That 10 minutes suddenly felt like 10 hours. Her brain struggled to find one simple conclusion to everything that happened that morning, and how it could possible relate to all events leading up to it. There was no conclusion. Slowly but surely, Cynthia began to realize that. Slowly but surely, her head began to hurt.
      She pulled into the bookstore's parking lot, trying to come up with a conclusion as to why she was late this morning, only to find that she was earlier than normal. Although this came as a relief, it did nothing to help the pain in her head. She walked through the front doors, greeted her boss and a few of her co-workers, then went into the back of the store and set her purse down. She sat down on her raised chair, and logged onto her computer. She worked in book-buying. Almost as soon as she had gotten everything set up, two people walked into the room. A mother and her son. They were selling a book series priced for $38. The books were in good condition, decent sized books. The price was good. They made the exchange and left the room. Cynthia put a $40 tag on the series, and set them on a shelf. Same as usual, this same process happened for multiple hours. Cynthia looked at the clock for what seemed like the 100th time that day. The time was 12:43.
She locked the computer and stood. It was most definitely time for food.
      She exited the building, but instead of walking to her car, as she normally would, she walked away. She walked to a restaurant just down the street. She didn't even pay attention to what she was eating. She thought. "The police are suspecting a bombing." The words ran through her head once again. Who would want to bomb the tracks? It was a freight train! What would even be the point? There was none. She glanced at her watch. Her lunch break was already over.
      She headed back to work. She walked through the doors, walked again to the back room. She settled herself back into her chair once more. She looked up from her computer and looked through the store. Four people walked through the doors. The last four people she would have expected to see that day. Raphael, Rose, Elaine, and Adalia walked through the doors. They headed straight towards her. They were here to sell books. Cynthia lowered her head. They walked through the doors and set on the desk a stack of 4 separate books. She lifted her head.
"Hello again," she said.
"Again?" said Elaine.
"Oohh!" said Rose, " I thought I recognized you!"
"Yep," said Cynthia, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to bring the crash back to their mind, yet it had been the only thing on her mind the entire day. "So have you heard any more about the crash?"
"Nope," said Rose.
"You?" asked Raphael.
"Nothing," said Cynthia.
The five of them looked at each other. Awkward silence. Cynthia sighed. She gave the four their money and watched them walk out the door.
Cynthia was left without a single idea about the crash.

Chapter 1: Section 2

      Cynthia looked again at the crash site. After seeing those tracks and the train running over it for nearly every day, it would be quite an adjustment to see it gone. She checked her watch. The time read 7:52am. She wasn't entirely certain why she'd stayed at the site for as long as she had already. She would go home in a couple of minutes. A small black Suburu came around the corner of Washington and 12th and paused at the sight. There were 3 male passengers in the car.  Through the glass of the vehicle, Cynthia guessed the driver to be around 18, while the boy riding shotgun looked to be 16. The youngest in the back looked to be about 9. They paused at the site for almost a whole minute before taking the turn up the hill and heading off. Cynthia checked her watch again. 7:57am. She sighed and began to walk back up the hill to her house. She took one more look at the remains of the crash site. It was then that she saw another car, a black Nissan, turn at the corner and pause for the same amount of time. The Nissan headed up the hill and turned at the exact same spot the Suburu did. Cynthia found this interesting, but kept walking up the hill. As she was turning onto John Adams st., she noticed 7 people turning from that corner up higher on the hill. The 7 started running down the hill. Cynthia paused. They were simply a block away. All 7 were boys. They jogged over to her. The one that she recognized as the driver of the Suburu asked her,
"Excuse me, you just came from over there, right?" He gestured to the crash site.
"Yes?" she replied, beginning to think this would go the same way as the conversation with the 4 siblings.
"Of course she did, Steve! Didn't you just see her walking from down there?" said someone from the other car. He was about 6'2", skinny, and reddish-haired.
"Shut up, Garrison," Steve said.
"So what's happening down there?" asked the boy riding shotgun.
"The bridge blew," Cynthia replied frankly.
"Duh, Simon! Dun dun dun!! said the young one, who looked about 9.  He stood at approximately 5'4", wearing light brown slacks, green button up shirt, and a sweater.
"Tommy! Show some respect! People died here!" said another boy she hadn't seen before. Standing at about 6'1", and wearing a dark suit, He looked to be about 16.
"Sure, Obadiah... where's the proof of that?" asked Tommy.
Obadiah gave Cynthia a questioning look.
"Police said they've got 7 bodies on their hands." Cynthia stated. Obadiah gave a triumphant look at the boy called Tommy. Tommy grinned.
"Tommy, we all know how much you love death and destruction and bionicles, but give it a rest! We're at a real live crash site!" This was said by yet another that Cynthia hadn't seen. He was about as tall as Obadiah, but looked maybe a year or two older, and wearing a red sweater.
"Pssh...!"
"Don't even say it."
Tommy glared.
Cynthia was proved wrong. It was nothing like the last conversation.
"What time did it go kablooie? do you know?" Steve asked Cynthia.
"Umm... about 3:30 this morning."
"See Hunter?! I told you it didn't just blow an hour ago!" said Garrison to the red sweatered boy.
"Yeah, well...." shrugged Hunter.
"So why are you all here?" Cynthia asked.
"We go to school right up there at the church," said Obadiah.
"ooh..... what's that called again?"
"Kings Academy," said Garrison.
"ah right!" said Cynthia.
"We like to call it K.A.," said Steve.
"right..."
"What brings you here?" asked Tommy.
"I live just around the corner. I've been here since it blew."
A tan SUV passed by the street. A woman poked her head out of the window.
"Better hurry up or I'm gonna give you all tardy points!"
"We've gotta run!" said Simon.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe we ever caught your name..?" said Hunter.
"Cynthia. Cynthia Bernard," she said.
"Well, Cynthia Bernard," Steve said as he was beginning to jog back uphill, "It was nice to meet you!"
She watched them jog back up the hill, reach the church, and disappear.
"It was nice to meet you too." She thought to herself.
She turned once more to the mayhem behind her and sighed.

Lively Tuesday (plus a new twist!)

      Why is it that conversations through a chat-box are, more often than not, a whole lot different from a physical, person to person conversation? It might be just me, but really, I've been told that I talk differently on the computer, rather than face to face. It seems easier for me though, strangely enough. I have more time to think out what I'm going to say before I say it.

School's been going for about 5 weeks now, and I believe I've put up 2 posts. This is ridiculous. That's why you've gotta check out this guy. He's posted a total of 11 times in the past few weeks of school, and he's a senior! Gotta give him some waffle points.....

As it is, indeed, a lively Tuesday, I shall try to make this lively! Hahaha! Beat that, anonymous dude with a cape! Wait..... (If ever DJ Wilson ever reads this post, the anonymous dude with a cape is not you.)

Waffle points... Interesting... I'll try to do something with that..... Five Waffle points to whoever can tell me the first and last name of whoever wrote this:

This Meerschaum pipe, it’s more than it seems

I give it my all, and puff out my dreams

They seem to be all jumbled, messy and confused

But it’s a magnificent thing.


I'm not quite sure what the whole waffle points thing is.... But it made the post that much more lively, didn't it? 


Well. Anyways. The 21st of October is a Costume Fundraiser Dance for KA that wasn't originally a fundraiser, nor was it for KA. Upsetting, the changes.... But anyways, it's at the church, but Exodus decided to have it's board game night on the same night as the dance. So now there's competition. I'm thinking Exodus is gonna win, just because you don't have to pay to get in.... Darn Exodus. I was hoping for a successful dance. Anyways, happy surprise about that dance, I've been given the chance to put together most of the music for it, so it should be awesome. Don't worry, it's not going to be just Breaking Benjamin song after Breaking Benjamin song. As awesome as that would be, it wouldn't work for dancing. Not to mention that neither Shay (nor the school) would allow it. Sad Face. Oh darn. So I put in more awesome music that isn't hard rock. So If You know me to be obsessed with heavy rock, come to the dance, and I will prove you wrong. Also, there are a few songs that remain constant. In fact, there's only a few songs that I changed.


So it turns out that Pomplamoose is coming to do a show in Portland for only $14-$16, but they're playing at a 21+ venue.... why oh why do you break my heart so, Pomplamoose?


And once again, I am left without anything left to say. So, since this should be longer, I'm going to do something new. This guy inspired me to write again with his three paragraphs of his story. So I'm going to do an improv kickoff of a story. I am then going to put up three options of where the story should go in a poll, and whichever gets the most votes will be the continuation of the story. I'm going to try to keep doing this 'improv story' in segments, on Wednesdays or Thursdays of every week. So here it begins:


Chapter 1:
Section 1: 


      5...4...3...2...1... A great blast shook the floor as the train tracks that ran over 12th street blew sky high. Cynthia Bernard awoke from where she slept, four blocks away. She quickly glanced at the clock before she proceeded to quickly jump from her bed to see what was going on. The clock read 3:28am. For being as early as it was, she was incredibly agile in running from her bed to the window. The sky was already a crimson shade. As there wasn't much of a view from her standpoint, she quickly changed and rushed out the door. She sprinted down the street to where the explosion had taken place. There was quite a mess to clean up. The train, jumped by the explosion of the tracks, had crashed into several homes. Cynthia shuddered to think how many people had been killed just minutes ago. 
      Cynthia walked closer to the burning remains of the tracks. She could hear sirens wailing. Somebody had called the cops. She analyzed the damage, three houses were completely decimated, and four more stood with considerable damage. She took as good of a look as she possibly could, taking it all in, before the police could come and seal the area off. But it was too late. Five police cars pulled up, as well as two ambulances. Cynthia's prediction rang true. They immediately set up yellow tape around the area, sealing it off. Cynthia sat on a curb, watching the area slowly become all the more restricted, and yet all the more populated. 
      She would stay there up until about 6:00. She already knew that. But she didn't have to work until 10:00, so she was covered. She worked at a bookstore down on McLoughlin Blvd. She was a worker in the back, doing all the pricing and ordering. She didn't have very much to do throughout the day, but she was paid well, so she was satisfied. 
      Cynthia was distracted by the sound of footsteps coming from directly behind her. 4 siblings were walking towards her. The one brother, by the looks of him, was around 17. His blond hair stood out from what he was wearing: Natural jeans, a dark sweater, and worn converse shoes. Two of his three sisters were obviously younger than him. One looked to be about 15, while the other around 13. The older sister looked to be approximately 20, with darker blond hair, and wearing a brown leather coat. 
      The brother walked up to Cynthia. 
"Excuse me," he said, "do you know what's happening here?" She shook her head.
"I got here around 3:30. The train had already taken out multiple homes. I don't really know the details..."
"Okay..." he turned away towards his older sister. she pointed out something to him. 
"Well, thank you anyways..." They walked closer to the scene.
      Cynthia watched them as they approached one of the police officers and began to speak to him. The officer pointed out a couple things to them, but then turned them away. They walked back up to her, The older sister spoke this time. 
"So it looks like they're suspecting a bombing... The police have 7 bodies on their hands..."
"How did you manage to gather all that from him? They've been turning me away constantly for the past 2 hours..." 
"He's a friend of ours," said the second sister. "But really, I'm actually surprised we got that much from him...." 
"I see..." she said as she stood. "Well, I'm Cynthia." she extended a hand. The 4 took it in turn.
"I'm Raphael," said the brother
"Rose," said the oldest sister.
"Elaine," said the next oldest sister
"Adalia," said the youngest.
"Wow... Your parents certainly weren't simple when they named you, were they?" Cynthia gave a slight chuckle. She turned again towards the blazing fire, slowly being extinguished. Her smile faltered. 
"My house is just up few blocks away, would you like to get inside?" Cynthia offered.
"No, thank you," said Raphael.
"We honestly don't live too far away, we'll be fine," said Adalia.
"Actually, we should be getting home," said Elaine to her siblings. "We weren't supposed to be gone too long..."
"You're right," said Raphael, "We should be getting home." 
"Thank You, though," said Rose.
They turned and walked up the hill.
Cynthia was alone again.








Okay, so I know it's really kind-of "matter-of-fact-ish" right now, but I intend to edit this sometime. But It's kind-of late, And I need to get going. So I'll put up the poll. And I sayeth to thee, goodnight!

Hello Stranger!

How embarrassing, I said my posts would become scarce once school started, but this scarce? sheesh. Un-called for. Now, I know it's not Tuesday, but here I'll make an exception. School has gone like so:

-Easy
-Decent Workload
-Keeping me busy
-Packed
-Crammed full

And that's where it's at.
I'm lucky I still have enough time to check my email and Facebook every day, and play guitar and piano.
And as for guitar and piano, I've learned plenty of new songs. It would take a while to list them all though, so I'll spare you from the small things.

Piano: Pirates of the Caribbean theme, Inception Theme, Doctor Who Theme

Guitar: Polyamorous - Breaking Benjamin, a whole lot of other stuff by Breaking Benjamin, and I'm really close to learning Drifting - Andy McKee. It's gonna be awesome :D

Now I have no idea what else to say. Except for this one thing: This is a blog a friend of mine is in the beginning processes of making. So! To keep her motivated, take a peek at her blog, leave a comment, even follow if you like! Here you go.

So, it's been long enough since my last post that I can't just end this post like that, even if I have no idea what else to say. So Here I go... rambling on about nothing in particular....
Shay, who has a blog if you care enough to try to go and find it, is putting on a costume dance at the church on the 21st (of October, if you're reading this in the distant future.) The school decided to take the dance and make it a school fundraiser. Not quite sure why I'm upset about it. I was already gonna be involved with the dance though, so I can't back out.
Also, another fun fact about me if you're interested, I got brought into our church choir. That should be fun.
And here's another fun fact: I started Actually, I'm not gonna tell you what I started, because that would ruin the great surprise of it all. If you think you're never gonna be able to find out what I started though, feel free to ask me, and I'll find a way to tell you without publicizing it.

Now! HERE, is where I really feel bad, I'm gonna have to end the post, because I honestly can't really think of much else to say. I'm gonna go to the library, maybe watch a couple movies, then go watch Doctor Who later tonight.

PS: Again, I'm really sorry to those of you who are still waiting for the next part of the story. It isn't quite finished yet :P I'll try to have it posted up sometime before next Sunday, but I'm not making any promises.

"::End of post::"