Abducted

HI guys!

I am doing another story (cue sarcastic hooray.) I am super sorry if y'all don't like these story's, but I am being forced to do them. sadly.

I will do another blog post soon and, i promise, it wont be about randomness that has to do with vocab words.

I wonder how many people read this...

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Jk! I got twelve views! I'm so exited!

I know it's not a lot and I probably just sound like a crazy teenager, but i thought i wasn't going to have any veiws...

at all

But I did and I'm so happy!

So thanks for that, and now i will get stared on my story...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeppppp. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeppppp. EEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!! I hear the sound of my car alarm at 3:00 A.M.. I force myself up out of my warm bed into the dark nothingness that is my bedroom. I turn on the light and realize that I'm not alone. A tall man with dark brown short hair comes over to me, as I'm screaming, and puts a sack over my head, ties up my wrists, and carries me out of my house. I was obviously distraught, I was being abducted. I was shoved into my own car, still screaming, and I was drove to another house. Yet another person was loaded into my car, and another, in the trunk, on top of other people, until the car could hold no more people. We drove for about thirty minutes and then we were unloaded, one by one, out into an open field. They made us walk for hours, some surfaces were flat, some inclined. When we finally arrived, they took our sacks off of our faces. I looked around, I noticed that we were standing in a circle, and in the middle of that circle was the brown haired man. He enlightened us that we were not going to be returning to our abodes very soon. One of the other victims leaned over and told me that he was a devout believer in God, as I was, and he knew that this man in particular was satanic. He told me that this was not the first time this had happened, this man gathered a group of ten to thirty people and asked them each, one at a time, if they loved God or the Devil. He explained that this had been on the news, and that many churches had lost their members. Indicating that he kills everyone that says they love God. At that moment, it had started raining, thanks to New England's capricious weather. I heard the man in the middle yell not to be afraid, that all of our necessity's will be tended to, and that this was just a survey. "At midnight?" someone intervened. "It was required that we did it at this very moment.' he said he then proceded to go around the circle and ask us our religion. Baptist. Catholic. Satanic. Ect. "When he gets to you, just say that you're Satanic, then, maybe you'll see another day" a short girl who happened to be standing next to me told me. I remembered a song I used to listen to, Cassie by Flyleaf. In that song, the lead singer explained that people had asked many of her friends if they believed in Jesus, and if they said yes, they got shot. I also remembered a bible verse. "Deny me in front of your people and I will deny you in front of my father" I decided to say yes, no matter the consequences. He got to the short lady next to me and as an answer to his question, said that she was Satanic. The man told her to go stand in the group with the other 'Satanic' people. "Would you mind telling me your religion?" "Christian." I said, with the most confidence I had ever had before. "Go stand with the other Christians. There was the man who told me the religion of the brown haired man, and then two other people. after they finished their 'Survey' they put the bags on our heads again, "So that you will not know the way to this secret location." Explained the man, but I didn't buy it. We walked and walked for what seemed like forever. I heard the man yelling things in a language I didn't understand. Then my wrists were free and I was falling. I yanked the bag off of my head, looked around me at my fellow Christians, and then down at what appeared to be an abyss. It wasn't though. I hit the ground hard. Cold. Cold was all I could feel. Colder than the titanic water cold, and then nothing. I couldn't see or hear or feel or smell or taste anything at all. It was like this for about thirty seconds. Then light swallowed the darkness. It was breathtakingly beautiful light, it was extremely bright, but somehow not blinding. Then I saw him. The one and only Jesus Christ, and I knew that I would never be scared or hurt ever again. "Welcome home child" Were the first words I heard after my death.

Home alone

Hi guys!!!!! I'm a homeschooled teenager and my mom makes me create story's with my vocabulary words and I am going to start putting them on here.

Thanks! P.s. I'm just writing whatever comes to my mind, so no hate <3
P.P.S. if a word is underlined like this, that means it is one of my vocab words


                        Home alone
One day in the middle of Texas, Mr. and Mrs. Perry left their two children home alone, because they had to go to work. Their two children were named Samantha and Samuel, they were identical twins and were both called Sam by their friends, so that was a bit confusing. Well, their house had an eerie feeling to it when they were the only ones home, so they began to play a game. But their game was suddenly interrupted when they heard a large thump on the roof. Samantha's curiosity was piqued by the sound, though she knew she was to not go outside. Samuel was probing her though, and she decided to go up. She clambered onto the roof and found a cube of a metal she had never seen before, it was neon yellow and looked as though it was glowing. Sam realized it had attached itself to her parents roof, so she tried to detach it. After at least five minutes of trying, it finally came loose, the part that was attached to the roof was ruptured, so it was easily removable. Samantha took the object inside and her brother and herself both pulled the outer armor off of this unknown thing, inside was a sphere of neon pink, and it was completely unscathed. The twins could not fathom how this mystery object got on to the to of their three story house, but they then put together the puzzle pieces. Unknown glowing neon metal, it falling onto their very high house and attaching itself there. This was and alien object...
                                           To be continued...

The biggest decision I'll ever make.

The biggest decision I'll ever make. Ever.

Hi!!! This is my first blog! Yay!
Well I'm a Homeschooled teenager and I've been thinking about what job I want to have when I become an adult and move out of the house. I have no idea who I'm going to marry,
(well, maybe this guy, haha) 
or where I'm going to live or anything, but I have been thinking about this subject in particular.
My mom says I should become a doctor, because I'm the only one in the family who isn't grossed out by blood and guts (not to gross you out, haha.)

Then my grand parents want me to be a lawyer

(but my grandma says my OCD would get in the way.)

Though, to be honest, I want to be a country singer like Taylor Swift, I just think it would be great!
 I mean, I have a good voice and all...











But anyways I have to think about being home with my future family, you know actually being there for them when they came home from work and school.
But I also have to think about money benefits
and what I really want to do, I'm not the kind of person who settles for something that I don't want with all my heart, even in silly situations.

For example, when my family and I go to the store, I make sure the cereal I get is really what I want.
I have a lot of allergy's, such as corn syrup, coconut oil, and latex. So that makes it hard to choose anything, from band aid's, to desserts, to some packaged food.

But, anyways, do you see my struggle?

It's always hard for me when someone asks, "What do you want to be when you're older?" 

My heartbeat starts getting faster, I look down, knowing practically everyone else my age knows what they want to be, 

"Ummmm , I don't really know."

Their reply's are always some form of oh, okay, bye.

 It' always really discouraging when someone asks that, but I don't know why. I guess it just makes me realize that I might not even get any of the jobs I want, but I sure have a chance if I study and get good grades.

Well, I hope you liked my first entry. Thanks for reading!!! 

Love, Taylor