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What Do You Think Of My Story So Far?

Okay… well I am trying to write a book/ novel… and I was wondering what people thought of it so far. Please be honest. Thanks, here is is:

My hand rubs at the foggy window trying to see through it. It was cold out side, but at least it had stopped raining. I jump out of my seat when I hear a loud noise. Thunder. Then the rain comes. Just as I thought it was over. Just another sign that today was going to be a horrible day.
“Once again I am very sorry about making you move, again, it’s just…..” she let her voice trail on. She looked at me in the rear view mirror her dull, blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Stop feeling sorry for me, I’m fine Mary. It’s always been this way, and it always will be this way.” I saw her grip on the steering wheel tighten. There is silence for awhile.
“Paige I’ve told you this before, please call me Mrs. Jones.” Mary finally answers. Well it had taken her long enough.
“Okay Mary.” I smiled and she sighed in reply. Ah this is so much fun. Some people say chocolate is good for the soul; I say messing with Mary is good for the soul.

I looked out the window and was mesmerized, the purple heather was beautiful against the dark grass beside it. The rain was beginning to ease which made the country sides beauty even more noticeable.
“Please Paige give this woman a chance, she is very nice and I’m sure you will like her. Try to be good”
I smiled “Am I ever anything but?”
‘I’m not joking Paige, I don’t want you to have to go to another foster home.”
“That’s what you say about them all” I mutter under my breath. Unluckily for me she was able to hear like a bat.
“I know your upset, but please. Give her a chance. She seemed to be exited about fostering when I was talking to her on the phone,”
I ignored her and went back to staring out the window. It had stopped raining but it was still dark and gloomy. Or maybe that was just my imagination because that was how I was feeling. Mary tried to star a conversation a few times but all my answers were monosyllabic so she gave up.

I saw a small, stone arch above metal gates that said ‘Sheridan Estates’. Mary leaned out the window and pressed a buzzer. The gates slowly opened.
Mary Turns to me, “well at least we know that this place is safe.” I knew she was expecting me to laugh, but when I didn’t she looked disappointed. Mary drove up to a house and pulled up. Great, we’re here. Mary turned around and looked at me.
“Ok, at least you look remotely presentable.”
‘Hey what’s that supposed to mean? I find that extremely insulting” I slammed the car door behind me. I followed her up the drive and to the front door. Just as I was about ring the door bell the door swung opened. A tall, skinny woman with short brown hair and green eyes greeted me with a smile.
“Oh hello you must be Paige” she looked at me; she did seem different to my other foster mothers so far. “I’m Jules,” she turns to look at Mary. “Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?”
“Tea would be wonderful thank you,” Mary followed Jules into the kitchen. I stay lingering in the hall. My hand fingered the flowery pattern on the wallpaper. Jules pokes her head around what seems to be the kitchen door.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
“Oh okay,” I followed Jules into the kitchen. Mary was sitting at a glass table with a mug in her hands. I heard a gurgle and I looked up. There was a baby in a high chair, he looked up and smiled at, his chubby checks getting even wider.
“Oh, this is Jackie, he’s a year old.” Jackie’s round blue eyes spackle when she says his name. I went over to him and his chubby hand grasped my finger. I lightly ruffled his thin layer of sandy colored hair.

What do you think so far? how can I improve it?
thanks in advance… please be honest
sorry I ment hard time…lol
What do you think Paige should look like?also I know I have asked this question before so please don’t give me a hrad time… thanks =)

Trying To Write A Book, What Do You Think So Far? Please answer?

Hi, I am trying to write a book and I was wondering what people thought of it so far. I know that I have asked this before , but I have changed things in it and added more on to it. Please be honest about what you think. Here it is:

I peered out the foggy widow, trying to see thought it. It was cold out side, but at least it had stopped raining. I jumped out of my seat, when I hear a loud noise. Thunder. Then the rain came. Just as I had thought it was over. Well, I knew it was going to be a horrible day, but it really didn’t help that it was raining. Rain always makes me feel miserable
“Once more, I am very sorry about making you move, again, it’s just. . .” Mary let her voice trail off. She looked at me in the rear view mirror her dull, blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Stop feeling sorry for me, I’m fine Mary. It’s always been this way, and it always will be this way.” I saw her grip on the steering wheel tighten. There was silence for awhile.
“Paige I’ve told you this before, please call me Mrs. Jones.” Mary finally answers. Honestly. Is that all she can say to me?
“Okay Mary.” I smiled and she sighed in reply. Ah this is so much fun. Some people say chocolate is good for the soul; I say messing with Mary is good for the soul.

I looked out the window and was mesmerized, the purple heather was beautiful against the dark grass beside it. The rain was beginning to ease which made the country sides beauty even more noticeable.
“Please Paige give this woman a chance, she is very nice and I’m sure you will like her. It’s her fist time fostering. Try to be good”
I smiled “Am I ever anything but?”
‘I’m not joking Paige, I don’t want you to have to go to another foster home.”
“It’s not like you really care.” I muttered under my breath. Unluckily for me she was able to hear like a lynx.
“I know your upset, but please. When I was talking to her, she sounded excited about fostering you,”
I ignored her and went back to staring out the window. It had stopped raining but it was still dark and gloomy. Or maybe that was just my imagination, because that was defiantly how I was feeling. Mary tried to star a conversation a few times, but all my answers were monosyllabic, so she gave up.

I saw a small, stone arch above open gates that said ‘Sheridan Estates’. I looked around me trying to take everything at once. There where houses with bikes on the lawn and toys strewn everywhere. We drove up to a house with a pillar red, door and pulled up. Mary turned around and looked at me.
“Ok, at least you look remotely presentable.”
‘Hey what’s that supposed to mean?” I flattened my hair with my hands self-concisely as Mary got out of the car, it bounced up. Mary was a heavy woman, but she looked best that way. I remember when she tried to go on a diet. That look really doesn’t suit her… I slammed the car door behind me, and followed her up the drive and to the front door. Just as I was about ring the door bell the door swung opened. A tall, skinny woman with short brown hair and green eyes greeted me with a smile.
“Oh hello you must be Paige” she looked at me; she did seem different to my other foster mothers, so far. “I’m Jules,” ‘Yeah, I kind of guessed that due to the name tag you’re wearing’ I said in my head. She turned to look at Mary. “Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?”
“Tea would be wonderful thank you,” Mary said in her fruity voice, and followed Jules into the kitchen. I stayed lingering in the hall. My hand fingered the flowery pattern on the wallpaper. Jules poked her head around what seemed to be the kitchen door.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
I shrugged my shoulders carelessly, but really I was relived. I followed Jules into the kitchen. Mary was sitting at a pine table with a mug in her hands. I heard a gurgle and I looked up. There was a baby in a high chair, he looked up and smiled at me, his chubby cheeks getting even wider.
“Oh, this is Jackie, he’s a year old.” Jackie’s round blue eyes sparkle at the mention of his name. I went over to him and his tiny hand grasped my finger. I lightly ruffled his thin layer of sandy colored hair. For a few moments I was distracted from all of the gloom.
“I think he likes you,” I snapped back into reality. I eased my finger out of his grip and sat down at the table. There was a plate of chocolate biscuits, so I reached over to take one. I pulled my hand away when Mary slapped it and hissed at me “Stop it Paige, have some manners, I expect you will be having dinner soon.” I guess Jules must have had lynx- like hearing as well, because she seemed to hear what Mary said.
“Don’t worry about it Mrs. Jones, she can have a biscuit, that’s what they’re there for.” I smiled at Jules thankfully and took a biscuit. Mary grunted disapprovingly but didn’t say anything. For awhile all Mary and Jules talked about was, how Jules kept the house clean, and cooking; so I just sat there and thought about what the rest of the house would loo
All I had really seen was the hall and the kitchen.
“Paige honey, why don’t you go watch television while Mary and I talk.” Honey? Did she just call me honey? Weird. Well, that’s what it was in my perspective anyway. I’ll show you where the sitting room is,” as I was behind her I noticed a small butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, it was only the size of my pinky finger; it’s just that to me Jules seems to be the type of person who wouldn’t get a tattoo. “Here you go,” she held the door open for me. “Make yourself at home.” I sat down on the black, plush couch. I stared at the large T.V. in front of me. For once, I actually didn’t feel like watching T.V. I sneaked back out to the hall and put my ear to the kitchen door.
“You may find her a lot to take on, she is very . . . lively,” I heard Mary’s voice piercing my ears.
“Mary, it’s OK, don’t worry about a thing. I’m sure I can handle her.”
“I know but,”
“Mary,” Jules said in a firm voice. “I’m not changing my mind; I don’t go back on my word.”
“OK, I understand.” From what I heard, it almost sounded like Mary was trying to change Jules mind about fostering me. What is her problem? The door swings open and I fall onto the floor of the kitchen. Jules must have known I had been listening, but she didn’t say anything.
Mary picked up her crimson purse, “well, I must get going. I’ll try to visit,” she leant over and gave me a quick hug. I patted her back uncomfortably. Quick or not, this was the first hug from her I have ever gotten. Jules walked Mary to the door and for about three minutes, they talked about visits and calling. They were acting as if Mary was my mother and I was going on my fist sleepover. This is the first time Mary has never acted like this. What is up with her lately, first the hug and now this?
What do you think so far? How can I improve it? Please be honest. Also what do you imagine Paige looks like?
thanks in advance

What Do You Think Of My Story……So Far?

Okay… well I am trying to write a book/ novel… and I was wondering what people thought of it so far. Please be honest. Thanks, here is is:

My hand rubs at the foggy window trying to see through it. It was cold out side, but at least it had stopped raining. I jump out of my seat when I hear a loud noise. Thunder. Then the rain comes. Just as I thought it was over. Just another sign that today was going to be a horrible day.
“Once again I am very sorry about making you move, again, it’s just…..” she let her voice trail on. She looked at me in the rear view mirror her dull, blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Stop feeling sorry for me, I’m fine Mary. It’s always been this way, and it always will be this way.” I saw her grip on the steering wheel tighten. There is silence for awhile.
“Paige I’ve told you this before, please call me Mrs. Jones.” Mary finally answers. Well it had taken her long enough.
“Okay Mary.” I smiled and she sighed in reply. Ah this is so much fun. Some people say chocolate is good for the soul; I say messing with Mary is good for the soul.

I looked out the window and was mesmerized, the purple heather was beautiful against the dark grass beside it. The rain was beginning to ease which made the country sides beauty even more noticeable.
“Please Paige give this woman a chance, she is very nice and I’m sure you will like her. Try to be good”
I smiled “Am I ever anything but?”
‘I’m not joking Paige, I don’t want you to have to go to another foster home.”
“That’s what you say about them all” I mutter under my breath. Unluckily for me she was able to hear like a bat.
“I know your upset, but please. Give her a chance. She seemed to be exited about fostering when I was talking to her on the phone,”
I ignored her and went back to staring out the window. It had stopped raining but it was still dark and gloomy. Or maybe that was just my imagination because that was how I was feeling. Mary tried to star a conversation a few times but all my answers were monosyllabic so she gave up.

I saw a small, stone arch above metal gates that said ‘Sheridan Estates’. Mary leaned out the window and pressed a buzzer. The gates slowly opened.
Mary Turns to me, “well at least we know that this place is safe.” I knew she was expecting me to laugh, but when I didn’t she looked disappointed. Mary drove up to a house and pulled up. Great, we’re here. Mary turned around and looked at me.
“Ok, at least you look remotely presentable.”
‘Hey what’s that supposed to mean? I find that extremely insulting” I slammed the car door behind me. I followed her up the drive and to the front door. Just as I was about ring the door bell the door swung opened. A tall, skinny woman with short brown hair and green eyes greeted me with a smile.
“Oh hello you must be Paige” she looked at me; she did seem different to my other foster mothers so far. “I’m Jules,” she turns to look at Mary. “Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?”
“Tea would be wonderful thank you,” Mary followed Jules into the kitchen. I stay lingering in the hall. My hand fingered the flowery pattern on the wallpaper. Jules pokes her head around what seems to be the kitchen door.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
“Oh okay,” I followed Jules into the kitchen. Mary was sitting at a glass table with a mug in her hands. I heard a gurgle and I looked up. There was a baby in a high chair, he looked up and smiled at, his chubby checks getting even wider.
“Oh, this is Jackie, he’s a year old.” Jackie’s round blue eyes spackle when she says his name. I went over to him and his chubby hand grasped my finger. I lightly ruffled his thin layer of sandy colored hair.

What do you think so far? how can I improve it?
thanks in advance
also I Paige anokay name Or should I change it. Also what should she look like?
thanks…..how can I improve my story?

Read My Story…? What Do You Think?

I am trying to write a novel. Okay I know I have asked this before but I have added more and I have edited it a tiny bit. Please be honest about what you think about it. Yoiu don’t have to read it all. . . but if you could just read some of it and tell me what you think? thanks… here it is:

I peered out the foggy widow, trying to see thought it. It was cold out side, but at least it had stopped raining. I jumped out of my seat, when I heard a loud noise. Thunder. Then the rain came. Just as I had thought it was over. Well, I knew it was going to be a horrible day, but it really didn’t help that it was raining. Rain always made me feel miserable
“Once more, I am very sorry about making you move, again, it’s just. . .” Mary let her voice trail off. She looked at me in the rear view mirror her dull, blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Stop feeling sorry for me, I’m fine Mary. It’s always been this way, and it always will be this way.” I saw her grip on the steering wheel tighten. There was silence for awhile.
“Paige I’ve told you this before, please call me Mrs. Jones.” Mary finally answered. Honestly. Is that all she could say to me?
“Okay Mary.” I smiled and she sighed in reply. Ah this was so much fun. Some people say chocolate is good for the soul; I say messing with Mary is good for the soul.

I looked out the window and was mesmerized; the purple heather was beautiful against the dark grass beside it. The rain had begun to ease which made the country sides beauty even more noticeable. This had been happening all day. I mean the rain coming and going, not me messing with Mary. But that had been happening too.
“Please Paige give this woman a chance, she is very nice and I’m sure you will like her. It’s her fist time fostering. Try to be good”
I smiled “Am I ever anything but?”
‘I’m not joking Paige,”
“Who said anything about joking?”
“I don’t want you to have to go to another foster home.”
“It’s not like you really care.” I muttered under my breath. Unluckily for me she was able to hear like a lynx.
“I know your upset, but please. When I was talking to her, she sounded excited about fostering you,”
I ignored her and went back to staring out the window. It had finally stopped raining but it was still dark and gloomy. Or maybe that was just my imagination, because that was defiantly how I was feeling. Mary tried to start a conversation a few times, but all my answers were monosyllabic, so she gave up.

I saw a small, stone arch above open gates that said ‘Sheridan Estates’. I looked around, trying to take in everything at once. There where houses with bikes on the lawn and toys strewn everywhere. We drove up to a house with a pillar red, door and pulled up. Mary turned around and looked at me.
“Ok, at least you look remotely presentable.”
‘Hey what’s that supposed to mean?” I flattened my hair with my hands self consciously. As Mary got out of the car, it bounced up. Mary was a heavy woman, but she looked best that way. I remembered when she tried to go on a diet. That look really didn’t suit her… I slammed the car door behind me, and followed her up the drive and to the front door. Just as I was about ring the door bell the door swung opened. A tall, skinny woman with chocolate brown hair in a bob and green eyes greeted me with a smile.
“Oh hello you must be Paige” she looked at me; she did seem different to my other foster mothers, so far.
“I’m Jules,” ‘Yeah, I kind of guessed that due to the name tag you’re wearing’ I said in my head. She turned to look at Mary. “Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?”
“Tea would be wonderful thank you,” Mary said in her fruity voice, and followed Jules into the kitchen. I stayed lingering in the hall. My hand fingered the flowery pattern on the wallpaper. Jules poked her head around what seemed to be the kitchen door.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
I shrugged my shoulders carelessly, but really I was relived that she hadn’t forgotten about me. I followed Jules into the kitchen, and saw Mary sitting at a pine table with a mug in her hands. I heard a gurgle and looked up. There was a baby in a high chair, he looked up and smiled at me, a cute, one tooth grin.
“Oh, this is Jackie, he’s one.” Jackie’s round blue eyes sparkled at the mention of his name. I went over to him and his tiny hand grasped my finger. I lightly ruffled his thin layer of sandy colored hair. For a few moments I was distracted from all of the gloom.
“I think he likes you,” I snapped back into reality and eased my finger out of his grip and sat down at the table. There was a plate of chocolate biscuits, so I reached over to take one, but pulled my hand away when Mary slapped it hissing at me “Stop it Paige, have some manners, I expect you will be having dinner soon.” I guess Jules must have had lynx- like hearing as well, because she seemed to hear what Mary said.
“Don’t worry about it Mrs. Jones, she can have a biscuit, that’s what they’re there for
I smiled at Jules thankfully and took a biscuit. Mary grunted disapprovingly, but didn’t say anything. For awhile all Mary and Jules talked about was how Jules kept the house clean, cooking and what shampoo they used (boring); so I just sat there and thought about what the rest of the house would look like. All I had really seen was the hall and the kitchen.

“Paige, why don’t you go watch television, while Mary and I talk.” I could guess what they were going to talk about, me.
“I’ll show you where the sitting room is,” as I was behind her I noticed a small butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, it was only the size of my pinky finger; but it was a tattoo all the same.
“Here you go,” she held the door open for me. “Make yourself at home.” I sat down on the black, plush couch. I stared at the large T.V. in front of me. For once, I actually didn’t feel like watching T.V., and that really isn’t like me. I sneaked back out to the hall and put my ear to the, now closed, kitchen door.
“
“You may find her a lot to take on, she is very . . . lively,” I heard Mary’s voice piercing my ears.
“Mrs. Jones, it’s OK, don’t worry about a thing. I’m sure I can handle her.”
“I know but, it’s just that,”
“Mary,” Jules said in a firm voice. “I’m not changing my mind; I don’t go back on my word.”
“OK, I understand.” From what I had heard, it almost sounded like Mary was trying to change Jules mind about fostering me. What was her problem? The door swung open and I fall onto the floor of the kitchen. Jules and Mary, both must have known I had been listening, but neither of them said anything.
Mary picked up her crimson purse, “well, I must get going. I’ll try to visit,” she leant over and gave me a quick hug. I patted her back uncomfortably. Quick or not, this was the first hug, from her, that I had ever gotten. Jules walked Mary to the door and for about three minutes, they talked about visits and calling. They were acting as if Mary was my mother and I was going on my fist
sleepover. This is the first time Mary has ever acted like this. What is up with her lately, first the hug and now this? I didn’t understand, but, to be honest, I didn’t really want to. When we finally got her out the door, I rolled my eyes, “social workers these days,” and Jules laughed.

I began munching on another biscuit, but I jumped out of my seat when I heard the doorbell ring.
“That will be Liam,” Jules said. I followed her to the door, not really wanting to stay in the kitchen by myself.
“Here’s Mable,” said a boy with floppy black hair and sky blue eyes that were twinkling. “She still doesn’t seem tired at all,” he said out of breath. I looked down and there was a golden Labrador circling me. I fell over, because the leash had still been on her. She bounced over to me. I got up laughing and wiping the slobber off my pale face. Liam was staring at me, and I looked away, embarrassed.
“I’m Liam,” he said, I could tell he was looking at me, despite the fact that I wasn’t
What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest…
thanks =)
that I wasn’t looking at him.
“This is Paige,” Jules answered for me. She turned to me, “Mable loves you already,” and I smiled.
“Oh Liam, I almost forgot, How much do I owe you?” Jules opened her purse and Liam looks thoughtful.
“Eight euro,” Jules hands him a ten.
“You can keep it.” Jules said to him, and he walked of, pleased with himself. But not before he looked back at me, “See you round,” I nodded not knowing what to say.
“That’s Liam, the dog walker.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I jumped as I spoke when a girl called down the stairs. Why was I so jumpy lately? A girl with brown hair, like Jules, and brown eyes, stared up at me. She took her thump out of her mouth and spoke, but not to me. “Mummy, who is she?” there was a slight lisp in her voice, so I guessed that she must have been around five or six.
“Lara, this is Paige. We’ve fostered her.” Jules spoke in a soothing voice.
“I didn’t agree to this,” Lara sounded reproachful, and I stared at her amazed.
Jules rolled her eyes at me. I leaned over to Lara and whispered in her ear, “Do you like make-up?” I asked and she nodded, wow, that was just a guess. “Good because I would love to give you a makeover some time, not that you need a makeover, you’re so pretty,” she giggles and gives me a hug. Great, now I have to go buy some make-up. At least now she likes me. Lara ran upstairs.
“What did you say to her?” Jules asked me, but I just tapped my nose.

“Lara honey, why don’t you show Paige where her bedroom is.” Lara took my hand and practically dragged me up the wooden stairs.
What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest…
thanks =)
What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest…
thanks =)
What do you think so far? How can I improve it? What did i do wrong? is it okay? can you picture the things happening? Please be honest…
thanks =)

What are the best game apps for 14 year old girls on ipod touch? (i Will buy)?

I’m a fourteen year old girl who love’s games, and I have ipod touch its awesome
but what are the best apps too buy that are games and what not?

(I have)
tap tap revenge 2 (I play alot)
tap tap revenge 3 (I play way too much)
world wide monopoly ( i hate it because you can only play with people near you and theres nobody near me i live in the country)
sally’s spa (I play alot of also)
around me (I don’t use this unless im lost)
alice green fingers (It’s kinda hard but fun i play a little bit)
truth or dare (super fun)
kiss me (Its pretty fun also)
FML (Nice too see others go through the same thing i go too)
geuss my age (its cool but gets boring)
anthem USA (Never use this except when i forgot the lyrics too it)
bettys resort (it gets pretty boring but i play it)
bubble wrap (kinda fun)
mash (super duper fun)
text plus (i text alot of people on here)
back grounds (i find alot of backgrounds)
checkers (fun)
bump (never used it but want too)
deer hunter I dont play my best friends brother does)
horoscopes (kinda cool)
dictionary (I need it sometimes)
doodle buddy (I never use unless i want to draw)
fish frenzy (its boring)
fring (nice)
fs5 hockey (hard)
funji home (dont like it)
i say (kinda ok)
illusions (neat)
lyric find (sometimes this comes in handy)
message in a bottle (not fun)
moods (its funny)
myspace (gets boring)
lemonade tycoon (stupid)
dots (fun)
done drinkin (not mine)
drinking (not mine)
flood it (kinda fun)
papaya farm (fun)
wallpapers (ok)
deal or no deal (not that fun)
peter & vlad (never played it)
bible stories (i like reading this)
skype (i call people)
spanish (its neat)
yo momma (very funny)
super market mania (free) my friend played it and said i should get it.
super juicy lite (i hate it)
jelly car (kinda cool)
rock paper siccers (its ok)
four (ok)
hangman (umm no)
pee monkey (funny and fun)
oregan trail (my friend said i should get this but i cost 4.99 i have 5.99 in my account)
tic tac toe (fun)
paper toss (kinda fun)
chocolate shop frenzy (free version) my friend said get it
toobz (pretty fun)
facebook (awesome website)
free wifi locator (handy)
touch chords (i play guitar)
beauty tips (very helpful)
unblock (free) pretty fun
war free (it takes 4 hours too win)
thunder (racing game) (pretty fun)
thouch pets (i serious don’t know what too do on it!)

so yea I really like mania games but like 1.99
or .99 cent ones please thanks.