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and thats what I think but they don't think so....

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because they think that you all are (now this is them not me) creepy old men who sit around trying to find out information so you can come to my house, rape me, and then kill me..(I told you that was them not me)

to you all, yes

I'm not sure what to say.....I was planning on having to use the next two pages apologizing over and over again as you all ignored me.....now what?

but.......why aren't you all furious? I....really am sorry....I...why?

good idea....wrong place ^ what she said

The train hit a bump and Gwen realized that she had fallen asleep. She was in the seat with her legs up against her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her forehead was pressed against the cool window. Without moving, she listened to the conversation going on.

Chapter 1

Rain dripped into the pail steadily as young Fleur watched it, with a look mixed with boredom and impatience.

"Ok Jeanne, this one is full," she shouted to her twin.

Jeanne appeared from the next room, walking quietly on the dirt floor. Fleur handed Jeanne the full bucket and quickly switched it with the empty one. She gave a half-hearted smile, before walking towards the door, lugging the pail with her. Fleur mirrored the smile before turning back to the new pail.Craning her neck up, she frowned up at the gaping hole in the roof then at the door where Jeanne had disappeared.
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Jeanne shuffled out the door just far enough to pitch the water out of the tin bucket. The rain was pouring with no sign of letting up, pounding the rough, wild French countryside with relentless force. She frowned and stuck her tongue out at the spitting rain.

"Jeanne d'Arc."

Jeanne spun around back towards the house, expecting to see her mother. No one was there. A great and blinding light shone on her and the soft, sweet voice began again.

Operor non timeo. Vos have been electus per Deus. EGO sum Sanctus Catherine quod EGO sum vestri patronus sanctus. Vestri vicis mos adveho tamen pro iam vos es necessarius hic. Vado quod EGO ero vobis.

Amazed, Jeanne tilted her head upwards, toward the voice. The rain splattered her face and plastered her hair down but still she stayed frozen. It was a strange language but she realized that she could understand it.

"Yes, I will..." she murmured awestruck.
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Back in the house, much the same thing was happening to Fleur.
"Ok.." she whispered as the voice departed along with the light. Immediately she jumped off the stool she was sitting on, making it clatter to the floor. Jeanne dropped her pail and tore inside the house. They caught each other by the elbows. No words were needed. Their eyes told everything. ​

Oh I get it, but I choose not to let it bother me. I'm posting my story whether you like it or not.

Well that was my goal *wink*

@ Sarah: Thank you!

thanks :D :noworries:

:blink: I'd end up choking if I tried to say all of that

give me the link and I will

....I can't express my sorrow for you. I know how hard it is to be their when it dies. Its so confusing and you think to yourself "This is impossible. How could something just be there one moment and gone the next." But think of the kitten. Its last moments were in peace in your arms. Thats all I can say

Thanks you guys. I appreciate the advice. I suppose I'll work on figuring out whats making me so angry. My dad thinks its how I grieve(my great aunt, my uncle, my friend, and my grandmother all died within 3 months of each other). Honestly I don't think it is though. I mean, who ever heard of that?