It's been a while...:P

Hey everyone,

I just checked my blog for the first time in like two weeks today, that how busy I have been with homework and other super fun activities!! But I have a treat for you all...a story!!! So if you can all edit it and tell me what you like or what I should change that would be totally sweet!!!

Here it is...

Heroic
“Helen, can you come to my office?” asked Rob, her manager.
Helen had been employed at the bank for only a year and she knew with the recession that it was probably her turn to be laid off. Still, she remained hopeful.
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but…”
“Just tell me, I think I know what it is,” she replied very quietly anticipating what he would say next.
“Well, it’s actually good news! Because you have been working very hard and faithfully, I would like to offer you a promotion!”
She didn’t hear the rest of what he had to say. Her mind continued telling her that she had received a promotion and of all the money she would be making. Helen couldn’t wait to go home and email her husband to tell him the good news!
The rush hour traffic was packed more than usual on the ride home she swerved in and out of the traffic creating a huge band of beeping horns.
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“Who is this maniac?” Anche asked herself as she looked in her rear view mirror. “If she try’s to cut me off she’s messing with the wrong person.” The traffic came to a halt. No one was moving now. Anche turned on the radio to listen to the news. Eventually the traffic began to crawl forward. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the red mustang weaving around cars, coming her way. The mustang was beside her now and there was no way that Anche was going to let this crazy driver pass her. Anche rolled down the window.
“Who do you think you are?” she shouted in disgust.
“Hi, my name is Helen, and I have to get home as soon as possible!” Helen replied trying to sound pleasant.
“Well, good for you. What do you think the rest of us are doing?” Anche raised her voice even louder.
The traffic began moving even faster and Helen closed her window and continued to accelerate. That woman was nut. She must have had a bad day. Helen took the next exit off the highway. Almost home! Wait, is that woman following me? Is that her car? No, I’m just dreaming again. C’mon Helen think positive.
Helen pulled her red mustang into the driveway of her two-story home. She grabbed for the remote to open the garage door, but it slipped like a fish from her grasp.
“Oh, no,” she shouted. Not only was that crazy woman being an idiot, but now this remote is trying to make my day go crazy too. There it is. The baby blue door slid open too slowly.
“C’mon, c’mon,” she shouted in frustration. She wanted to e-mail her husband to tell him the good news. She unlocked the door and entered the house. The answering machine was beeping and she ran towards it, but hesitated to click the play button. No I’m not going to push it. It just may tell me that my husband isn’t coming home next month. I don’t want that to ruin my day.
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This has to be the house. That’s the red Mustang in the garage. Anche pulled into the driveway and stepped out of her car. I’m going to do this right. I am sick of these kind of people ruining my days. She walked up the flagstone pathway towards the front porch and pulled on the door knocker letting it bounce against the brass plate.
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I wonder who that is? I’m not expecting company today. Maybe it’s the neighbour asking me to donate some money again. Helen went to the door and swung it open.
“Remember me?”
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“Mom, I’m home!” shouted Steven, Helen’s son. “Mom?” There was no answer. He went from room to room shouting her name, but still there was no answer. Her car’s home, maybe she just went for a walk or something, he thought, but she never leaves the doors unlocked. The answering machine is beeping, maybe she left me a message on it.
“You have one missed call,” it beckoned out through the speaker. “Hi, Helen, I’m coming home a month early from Afghanistan. I thought that we could make this a surprise for Steven. I can’t wait to see both of you. I love you, see you tomorrow.”
My dads coming home! I can’t wait…but, where is mom?
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Darkness began to set in. Helen was still not home. Steven knew something was wrong. As he was walking towards the phone, he noticed a dark shadow outside the back window watching him. It began to move. He ran towards the phone and dialled 9-1-1.
CRASH!
“Put the phone down kid,” shouted a woman.
“What did you do to my Mom?” asked Steven, shivering from fear.
“I did what I needed to do, and now I will finish the job!” she replied in a mocking voice.
“You-You-You killed her?” he asked with tears steaming down his cheek.
“I don’t want to hear it, you cry baby.”
Steven looked around for anything that he could throw at this woman. He saw a gleam coming from the kitchen counter.
“Mom’s bread knife,” he whispered to himself.
“What was that?” the woman demanded.
“Nothing,” Steven lied. He started moving towards the counter.
“Where do you think you’re going kid?”
“I want some food.”
“You better not try making a move on me, or else.”
Steven went to the counter and picked up the knife.
“What do you have in your hands?” the woman asked.
“Ummmm…” the gleam of the knife shone on the roof, giving it away.
“Put it down or I’ll shoot you,” the woman said with disgust. Steven tuned around with the knife in his hand.
“I’m not going to go down without a fight,” he said trying to sound like a real man, even though he was only thirteen. The woman gave him a questioning look as he began to move forward.
“You don’t want to do this son,” she started to say, “I will shoot you and I don’t want to because I have one of my own. Please! Stop!” Steven continued to advance. Suddenly everything went black.
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“Call 9-1-1,” a distant voice woke Helen from her unconscious state. She tried to move her head but it hurt too much. She just starred at the night sky with the stars shining down on her. What happened to me? Where am I? Why can’t I move?
“Ma’am, can you hear me?” the voice called as Helen slipped into unconsciousness again.
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Helen’s eyes flickered open. Cards were hung on the walls around the room and red tulips were in a vase in the corner. Someone was holding her hand. His face was wrinkled with concern and he looked as if he had been crying. She tried to move her leg but it was no use. She tried to move her arm but it wouldn’t budge. Drool streamed from her mouth down her face. She closed her eyes. She could feel the man wiping the drool off her face. She opened her eyes again.
“Excuse me sir…” she began to squeak in a little voice.
“Helen, you woke up!” he smiled. She began to notice the facial features, she knew this man from somewhere.
“You’re my husband!” She stammered as loud as she could with her still weak voice.
“I love you honey and I have missed you so much,” he said with tears running down his cheek, “but honey, I have something to show you.” He handed the clipping from the newspaper to his wife.
“Heroic Young Boy Dies in Effort to Save His Mother.” Helen read then reached for her Husband. The two clung to each other, letting their sorrowful tears flow.

The Homework Blues

Hey,
So I'm going through this stage where I just wanna be out of school....I'm getting super tired of doing homework and sitting through classes...AUGHHH Five weeks left!!!
Kind of lame but I thought that I would throw something out there!!! :P
- Chris