So ya’ll may be thinking where I have been. Well, that’s a good question.
I’ve been doing quick a bit since my last post.
Like getting finished with school. The 2014 fall semester was my last semester. Even though I received my diploma in December I will be walking in May.
Not only that I went to State Wide with the Wesley Foundation in February.
I also went to The Newsboys Concert in March and a Women’s Conference in February. (I’ll do separate posts for those.) Now I know that doesn’t seem like a lot but for me it is. lol
That and I never know what to post. But anyway, in addition to all of that. I’m getting ready for three graduations.
One be Christian Women’s Job Corp, another will be my college graduation, and the last will be for my boyfriend Steven (college). Which I’ll hopefully post something about.
I know that doesn’t seem like a lot, and I do apologize for that. I’ll try to get better at posting more.
At some point I’ll, hopefully, come up with some ideas for post. If ya’ll want to talk about something specific please let me know.
Murder at the Holmes House
I woke up on a dreary Thursday morning. “Looks like we’re going to get some rain today,” I think to myself as I get ready for school. But, all I could think of is what happened to Mrs. Ritz and Ricky the previous week.
As I arrived at school it had started to rain. “Oh, joy the rain,” I think to myself as I park my car and walked in.
Even though it was a week ago it still feels strange not having Creative Writing.
“Hey Megan,” call Selby.
“Hey, Selby,” I said.
“What’s up,” she asked in her usual prep manner.
“Nothing much. Still thinking about what happened last week,” I said.
“I know. I wonder who could have done it.”
“The police have three suspects,” I said.
“There’s Chris, because Ricky and Mrs. Ritz had found out about his plans to hack into the school’s system to change his grades.”
“Then, there is Brea because Ricky wouldn’t go out with her and she just didn’t like Mrs. Ritz.”
“Lastly, there’s Mr. Drew, because Mrs. Ritz turned him down so many times.
“Hey, maybe we can find out who kill Mrs. Ritz and Ricky,” said Selby.
“Now Selby you know that’s for the police,” I said.
“I’m serious,” she said. “And besides what else to we have to do we don’t have class anyway.”
“Alright then I’m in, but we got to be discreet about it.”
“K,” Selby said.
As the day wore on me and Selby asked around. All of the suspects denied killing Ricky and Mrs. Ritz of course. But, we did find out something interesting about Chris. He’s really good with poisons. Which is how both victims were killed. Not only that he hasn’t been acting since the murders.
“Could it be he just feels guilty about what happened , and that he couldn’t patch things up with them,” ask Selby.
“I don’t know maybe,” I said.
“But, what about the other two suspects,” I asked.
“They have been acting strange too,” said Selby.
“I don’t know about you Selby, but I think we need to go to the scene of the crime.”
When we got to the scene we found it like it always had been. The only thing different was the crime scene tape that had been left by the police.
“I missed being here,” Selby said.
“It’ll never be the same though,” I said.
“I know,” Selby said.
“Why’d it have to be at the Holmes House,” she asked longingly.
“Let get started,” I said taking charge.
As we looked we found that nothing out of the ordinary.
“Didn’t you say that Chris was good with poisons,” I asked.
“Yea,” said Selby.
“But, the poisons that were used were from medicines that you can easily get over the counter, and everyone knows what happens if a person take too much of the drugs that were found in their system.”
“Hey who’s that,” Selby asked.
Then, everything went dark.
To Be Continued.
Hey guys! Aprilslife here. Just wanted to give ya’ll a quick update. As ya’ll already know it’s the day before Halloween. Which means for many people they will be attending October Fest. Which is true for Holmes Community College. Today is our annual October Fest. This year we will have a rock wall and jumpers. Not only that but twister, and a lot of other fun stuff. So, if ya’ll go to Holmes Community College please come you’ll have a blast. It’s from 12-3pm. Hope to see ya’ll there.
Hey, people! Sorry for the lack if posts, I’ve been relatively lazy when it comes to posting blogs. But, I’m back so let’s gets started.
I’ve started my last semester at Holmes Community College. This semester I’m taking creative writing. So be expecting my work in upcoming blogs. I’m also taking piano and some other classes.
Currently, with SGA (Student Government) we’re planning October Fest. What we’re going to do will be great so if ya’ll go to the Grenada Center defiantly check it out.
We have another program coming up here at the Grenada Center. We’re having illusionists come. This is a first, because we never had illusionists come, it’s mostly been musicians.
But, other then that there hasn’t been much going on. So, be expecting more posts about creative writing and maybe reviews from programs that I attend at school. If ya’ll want to see any particular types of posts just let me know in the comments below.
She reached into her pocket and smile. The wallet sized picture brought back many memories from the good old days. When she received the phone call that her friend from high school was back in town she knew she had to see him. Even though it had been two years since they had graduated she knew that Steven was a changed man. He finally got help for his drinking and now was working a steady job. She wondered if the old magic would be there. Would he smile at her and take her in his arms and thank her for waiting for him, or would he have moved on in every area of his life? Would he say he had a new girlfriend and life was great and, by the way, thanks for being a good friend.
Her mind wandered back to when they had first met. She knew he was the man for her. He had a smile that lit up his whole face and told her she was beautiful and that she would always be his girl. That was when he wasn’t drinking or had only a couple of drinks. Then as the night grew on, he would start to get angry about the simplest things. She watched stupid shows. Why was she always watching The Bachelor? Wasn’t he good enough for her? Why hadn’t she washed his clothes? He didn’t have anything to wear? It was worse when his friends were around. He would show off for them and treat her like she was worthless when she was the one working and paying the bills while he played video games and said he was looking for a job. Then one day, she snapped and told him it was over. That was the first time he hit her.
Weeks passed and it seemed like he enjoyed beating her. It got worse with every passing day. She still lied for him. “Oh, this bruise? I just have thin blood and every small bump gives me a large purple mark.” She ignored all her friends and became very antisocial. One night she came home from work and sat down on the couch. Suddenly she hears a very loud bang and sees Steven walking into the living room. “What are you doing sitting on the couch?! Where is my supper?!” He was wearing a very angry expression on his face that resembled the shade of a tomato. This immediately brought her up out of her chair and into the kitchen, speaking quietly of how she was sorry and that dinner would be ready shortly.
Despite the fact that she’d had a very tiresome day at work, more tiresome than any other day so far, she knew it wouldn’t end well if she didn’t give into his demands. It wasn’t going to end well, anyways, but at least doing what he told her to would lessen the pain she’d receive. It would lessen his disappointment and seemingly hatred towards her. Even though somewhere deep in the crevices of her mind, she knew their relationship wasn’t healthy, what one should be, this was a man she’d always wanted. Those feelings stuck with her even after high school, and other relationships were hard to maintain because she knew deep down, he had her heart.
When she got the phone call that he was returning to town, her heart sank into her stomach. A feeling had come over her that she had never felt before. She felt fear but also happiness. She hoped that he would be a changed man. The one she fell in love with. The one she originally wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Though she had these hopes, she was no dummy. She needed a plan if things went badly.
She had been hit for the last time. She knew better, but she couldn’t help but still love him. She shook her feelings away and began planning what would happen when they met eyes for the first time in forever. When they met she melted like butter when she looked into his baby blue eyes. Oh she was his again, and everybody who witnessed the event knew it, so they hoped he had changed for the better or he might this kill her this time around.
Big thanks to Mrs. Graham and the rest of the creative writing class for contributing to this story.
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”