Pictures help solve problems 12/19/14

One beautiful Sunday afternoon, Marylin decided to go to the downtown park to take pictures for her portfolio. She walked around the whole park, snapping photos every time she got a chance. Marylin saw a couple sitting on the bench hold hands while staring deeply into each others eyes. The sun was setting on the pond behind where they were sitting. She began to snap pictures of them from afar so they wold not notice. In different angles, she continued to take photos of the couple.

"I can use these pictures and put them in story form," she said to herself.

The couple got up and went their separate ways. Marylin took pictures of them walking away from each other. She rushed to her studio in her basement where she develops, photo shops, and creates all of her photo masterpieces.
Marylin started to download the photos on her mac computer and put them on the big screen to analyze them. She pulled out her note pad and pen to take notes on what she wanted to do with the pictures.
Marylin flipped through all the pictures until she saw something very strange in the background. In the last six frames, Marylin noticed something very weird. There was a tree on the other side of the pond, directly behind the couple she took pictures of. Behind that tree, there was a man standing, looking straight ahead.

"What, who is he," Marylin said curiously.

She began to zoom into the picture to take a closer look. The man was tall with a beard and a mustache. He had a earring in his left ear, with sunglasses that had a silver "C" on both sides. Th man wore all black and a black hat.
Marylin turned the frames to see his movement =. The last three shots of the couple he was turning around and walking away. He had a white piece of paper in his hand on the next to the last one, it was gone.
She zoomed in on the last photo a little more to see where the note went. Looking, she found it on the front of the tree.

"I wonder what it is," Marylin aid.

She called on of her friends to explain to them what happened and what she saw, but someone started knocking on the door. She went upstairs to the first floor to open the door. She peeped out of the little hole in the door to see who it was. It was the that was behind the tree at the park. Marylin began to panic.

"What am I going to do,"she said to herself.

Marylin ran away from the door and sprinted back down stairs to the basement. The man knocked down the door an began to chase her.

"Aye,aye stop running," the man screamed out to Marylin.

Marylin looked back and saw him catching up to her.

"Get out of my house," Marylin said.

She picked up a sharp knife form her closet.

"Why are you here," she asked.
"I do not want to hurt you," the man said to her.

He stepped closer to Marylin with his hands above his head.

"I am not going to harm you,"he said.
"So what do you want from me," Marylin asked him as she gradually put the knife down.
"I just want to ask you a question," the man said.
"What is it," Marylin said.
"You were at the park today, right," the man asked.

Marylin hesitated when she answered.

"Um, yeah I was," she responded. "Why do you ask?"
"There was a couple that was there sitting on a bench in front of a pond," he described. "Do you remember them?"
"Yes, I do," Marylin replied. "I took pictures of them. Why?"
"Can I see those pictures,"the man asked urgently.
"Yeah, but why do you need to see them," Marylin asked him.

The man pulled out his badge from his belt buckle on his pants. It was gold with FBI in bold blue print across the top.

"FBI," she said nervously. "Am I in trouble?"
"No ma'am but those people that you took pictures of are so I need your help.

Marylin ran over to her laptop to pull up the pictures she took.

"I will flip through them, just tell me when to stop," she said to him.

Marylin began to flip through the pictures until she got to one that was very strange.

"Go back to the one before this picture," the man asked.

Marylin flipped back a picture and saw that the man sitting on the bench was holding up numbers. The man looked closely at the picture to see what he was holding up.

"Can you zoom into the picture for me," the man asked.

Marylin zoomed into the picture. The man on the bench was holding up a 3. She kept flipping through the photographs. He kept holding up numbers. 3,4,9,0,8 are the numbers.

"What does this mean," Marylin asked.

She flipped the film again to another picture of him holding up a "L".

"34908L," the man said confused.

Marylin pulled up a browser on her computer and typed in 34908L and an restaurant pulled up on the screen.

"Hey, come look at this,"she said.

He came around to see the computer.

"That is by the park," the man said. "I got to go there."

Marylin grabbed her jacket. The man looked back at her.

"Where do you think you are going," the man asked Marylin.
"I am coming with you, right,"Marylin said.
"No, this is FBI business only," the man said firmly.
"I helped you out with the pictures," Marylin replied. "All I want to do is to help."

He looked back at Marylin again.

"Fine," he said. "Just do not get in the way."

They both ran into the car and took off.

"I did not catch your name," Marylin said as the man was speeding down the road.
"My name is Agent Adrian," he said.
"O okay, well Agent Adrian my name is Marylin," she said. "Marylin Cofflie.
"I already knew your name," Agent Adrian said. "I am FBI, remember?"

They reached the restaurant that is right behind the park. The restaurant looked old and run down. Agent Adrian and Marylin walked up to it together. Marylin looked around to see if she could spot the couple from the park. Agent Adrian spotted them in the corner by the women's bathroom. Their eyes made contact and the man from the bench waved them in. Marylin and Agent Adrian walked into the restaurant to the back, and sat at the table.

The woman from the bench was sitting beside Marylin. She pulled out a envelope from her jacket and handed it to Agent Adrian. Agent Adrian opened it up and pulled out a picture.

"What is this," he said.
"My name is Mark and she is Tanya," the man from the bench said.
"What do I need this for," Agent Adrian asked.
"Well apparently there is a mix up," Tanya said. "We were sent this picture with a note attached to it. Someone is accusing us of murder. We were told to contact you. That is why you received mail stating to meet us at the park. You are the only person that can help us clear our name."
"Do you know any other information," Marylin asked.

Mark and Tanya looked at each other for a minute.
"We do but-," Mark said.
"But what," Agent Adrian asked.
"We can nit discuss it here," Tanya said.

Marylin looked around.

"What do you mean," she said. "There is no one here. It is a rundown restaurant. We need to discuss this now!"

Tanya pulled out a pen and tissue to write information down.

"People are hunting us down because of this," Mark said.

Agent Adrian began to read what was on the paper.
"I know who framed you all," Agent Adrian said while getting up from the table. "I've been searching for him for the past seven years.

He grabbed his coat and his hat.

"This will end today," Agent Adrian said. "You all just wait here."

Marylin ran after Agent Adrian.

"I am coming with you," she said.
"You are not built for this," Agent Adrian responded.
"Remember I told you, I am willing to do this," Marylin said.

They both hopped int he car and took off driving.

"I know where he is," Agent Adrian said. "Today will be the last day he takes another breath."

They pulled up to a barn that's in the middle of no where. Agent Adrian jumped out the car.

"HARRY," Agent Adrian screamed."HARRY I KNOW YOU ARE HERE!"

Agent Adrian picked up a bottle and through at the window. The door to the barn began to open up.

"Agent Adrian, what a wonderful surprise," Harry said with a smirk on his face.

Harry walked toward him wit his hands behind his back.

"Stay in the car," Agent Adrian told Marylin.

Harry waked towards Agent Adrian and pulled out his gun.

"I was in the barn taking a pleasant nap, and you made me wake up," Harry said jokingly. "Now you've pissed me off.

Agent Adrian was against all odds as he searched for his gun but could not find it.

"What is it, you can't find your gun," Harry said laughing hysterically at Agent Adrian. "Well, it will be okay, you will not need it anymore."

Harry was about to pull the trigger as Marylin searched in the car to see if she could find the gun.
She found it underneath the seat. A lot of things were running through Marilyn's head as she picked the gun up and got out of the car. She quickly pulled the trigger twice. Harry fell to the ground. Agent Adrian ran up to Harry to check his pulse. He was dead.

"Marylin, thank you," Agent Adrian said as he ran up to her.
"Just helping, remember," she said with a smile.
"Let's go back to the restaurant to see the family."

They got into the car and left. Agent Adrian and Marylin pulled up to the restaurant and no one was there. Marylin walked into the restaurant.

"Where did they go," Marylin asked.
"I have no idea," Agent Adrian replied.
"Here we are," Mark said.

Marylin and Agent Adrian turned around to only see Mark holding a gun facing towards them.

"We were just waiting on you," Tanya said.

TO BE CONTINUED...




 

Last Day 12/5/14

The last day has finally arrived. The last day of my high school career is today. Walking down the hallways of Rageville High School for the last time will be a breath of fresh air.
I got up this morning like I usually do every day. I look out of my window to see if my best friend's,Mayah, light is on. Oddly it was not. I turned over in my bed and reached for my phone.

"Let me call her and see if she overslept," I said to my self.

The phone rang.

"Hello," she answered.
"Hey girl, are you up," I asked.
"Yeah, I already left the house," she said."I had to go make a couple of errands this morning before school. I'll see you when I get to school."
"Normally we do errands together but okay., I will see you then," I said.

I hang up the phone and look at the time on the clock.

"What errands do you have to run at 7:30 in the morning," I asked my self.

I got dressed and ready for my last day of high school.

"Alright mom, I am gone," I yelled out to her from the kitchen.
"Alright sweetie, have a great last day," she responded.

I left the house and began my voyage to school.

When I approached the senior parking lot, I did not see Mayah's car.

Where could she possibly be," I asked my self.

Trying to get ready to enter the school building, I hear my name on the intercom.

"Excuse me, Amber Robertson can you please report to the office as soon as the first period bell rings, Amber Roberston can you please report to the office as soon as the first period bell rings," the secretary said on the loud speaker.

'What am I getting called up to the office for," I said.

The bell rang.

Walking towards the office, I was trying to figure out what I have done for me to be in trouble.
Normally at Rageville High School, if you are called to the office then you did something really bad or you are sick. I definitely not sick so I must be in trouble.

Tears started rolling down my eyes as I was getting closer to the main office door.

"Really Amber," I said to myself. "On the last day of your High school life, you decide to get in trouble and be called to the front office. Way to go. Ending your high school career with a right up. What a great day."

I opened the door and saw Mayah standing beside the secretary with balloons and a cake in her hand.

"What is going on Mayah," I asked.
"You have always been my best friend throughout middle and high school," she said. "Today is our last day we would be walking down the hall and sitting in class together. "I just want to make it memorable for the both of us."

I ran towards her and gave her a big hug.

"Trust me, today will be memorable," I said.

We both walked to together to first period like we do everyday, me thinking to myself this day will be great after all.

Fired.... 11/21/14

Eric had been a faithful worker at the "Jones & James Corporation" for the past 8 years. Him and his wife have been around the company since his father, Aaron Rogers, worked there.

There has been new technology coming into the industry that he has worked in. One morning. he walked into the office and saw tall metal machines standing in the main office. He walked around the corner to see what was going on. As he approached the front desk. one of the metal machines turned and looked at him. Startled, Eric quickly back up from the desk.

"What is this," Eric asked the secretary.
"Oh, these things," the secretary replied. "They are robots. These machines will be programmed to do everything around the office. Unfortunately, we have to cut some people around because of our budget. These machines will help us save money because we don't have to pay them every two weeks.

Eric looked puzzeled.

"When are we going to find out if we are laid off or not," Eric asked.
 "There is a list on the boss' door," the secretary said. "I haven't went back there yet but, a lot of people are really upset."

Eric left the desk and started to walk toward the office door, the boss' office. Scared, sweat started to drip down his face as he inched closer to the door. There was a crowd standing in front of the sheet of paper, so he couldn't see it.
"Excuse me, excuse me," Eric said squeezing is way through the crowd.

There it was, the list. Eric took a deep breath and started to look down the list. There it was. The last name on the list was Eric's name. He stood there staring at the paper for a minute.

"I can't-," Eric stuttered.

Eric couldn't believe he was fired from the job that he has been loyal to for the longest. He looked into the boss' office to see if he was in there. He was no where to be found.

Eric walked into his office to collect his things. When he walked in and turned the light on, they were already packed and ready for him to take them.

"Wow, so they really didn't care," Eric said.

He grabbed his things and rushed out of the building.

"How am I going to tell my wife," Eric said to himself while sitting in his car.

Driving home, Eric had a lot of thoughts going through his head.
"How is she going to react, what is she going to say, how am I going to tell her," he was saying to himself.

He approached the driveway of his house and his wife was outside watering the plants in the front yard.

She walked up to the car.

"Hey honey, you are home mighty early," she said.
"Yeah, I know," Eric replied. "They told me to go home and rest up for a big day tomorrow."
"Oh okay," she said.
"I am going to go in the house and take me a nap," Eric said while walking away from her.
He reachged the bed room and through all of his stuff in the closet, sat on the bed, and stared into space.
"How could they do that to me," he said to himself. "I am the most loyal person they have ever had and they just, let me go. What am I going to do."

Eric laid down and rested until dinner time. His wife walked into the room and woke him up.

"Hey, wake up," she said. "I need to talk to you."
Eric sat up in the bed.
"What is going on," he said.
"Your office called and wanted to check up on you top see if you were okay after the news," she said. "What news did you get?"

Eric started to sweat bullets.

"Um, um, I have something to tell you," he said.
"WHat is going on Eric," she said.
"They did not send me home to rest, they actually fired me today," Eric said.
"Fired, what do you mean," She replied.
"I am no longer working there," he explained.

They both sat there in an awkward silence for a couple minutes until she hugged him.
"It is going to be okay," she said. "We will get through this together, I promise.

Eric thopught that she was not going to accept it biut she did.

"Thank you," Eric replied.
"Through thick and thin, I'll be there," she said.

My Home, Different Style

Kayla just got off from a long day at work. All she wanted to do is to go ho, lay on he comfortable couch, fix a good dinner, and watch television on her flat screen T.V.

She approached her house and it is pitch black.

"I thought I left my lights on," she told herself.

Kayla walked up to her house. She unlocked the door and turned the lights on.

"This is weird," she said. "Why is my living room lamp off."

She walked in the living room, turn on the light and saw everything gone. Everything in her living room was gone and replaced.
Her flat screen was replaced with a old school TV with antennas. Her couch was replaced with a wooden bench. Her refrigerator was raided and replaced with rocks and cups full of mud. Her walls were painted white and had crayon markings all over them.

Panicking, Kayla called the police crying.

"911 emergency," the police answered.
"Hi, my nam is Kayla," she said. "My house has been broken into. They stole everything out of my living room and replaced them with other things. I don't know what to do because I have know clue who would do this."
"Where do you live," the police said.
"1864 Glover street," Kayla responded.
"Police have been dispatched," the police said.
"Thank you," she replied.

Kayla hung up the phone and she began to cry. Crocodile tears were rolling down her face when the policemen and woman came to her front steps.

"Sorry about the break in," the police woman said. "We are going to go around see if we can get any fingerprints from where they removed your belongings."
"Okay, great," Kayla replied.

The police were working, searching the house for prints while Kayla sat on the cold wooden bench they put in her house.

The police woman sat beside her.

"What is your name," the police woman asked.
"Kayla," she answered. "Kayla Cattely."

The police woman looked up at her coworkers and smiled.

"Kayla, this was done on purpose," the police woman said. 

She was stunned.
"What do you mean," Kayla asked.
"You know that show "Mess it up,Fix it up"," the policewoman asked.
"Yeah, Kayla replied.
"Well you were chosen," the policewoman said. "They messed up your house to fix it up."

Kayla wiped her face and laughed. People came barging through her front door.

"Hello, Kayla," they said. "Welcome to "Mess it up, Fix it up"."

Cameras and video camera's were everywhere.

"We have some special people here with us also," they said.

Turning around, she sees her mom, dad, and her sister standing behind the camera.

She smiled. "Y'all knew about this the whole time?"

"Yes we did," her parents replied.

Kayla stood there stunned about everything that happened.

"I thought my house was broken into," she said."Just to find out that I'm getting a renovation. Thank you."

She gave them a big hug with the hugest  smile on her face.

My pants are missing 11/14/14

Jacob woke up in the morning excited to start a new day. He got up out of his bed to go to the bathroom when he went past his chair and saw something. Something was missing.

"My favorite pants are gone," he said to himself.

He searched high and low for those black jeans. They had a whole in the left knee and ragged edges on the bottom. You could tell he wore them everyday because of its dingy material. Jacob ran down the stairs to his mother.

"Mom, mom," he said franticallly.

"Yes, what's wrog," she asked.

"My pants, they are gone," he said. "Did you have them? I can not find them anywhere. I looked all over my room and they are not there. You know I can not leave this house without those pants on."

"Take a deep breath son," his mom said while patting him on the back. "We will find them. I personally did not do anything with them. Yesterday, I sat them on the left side of your bed so you could hang them up when you get home."

"Well they were not there when I got home mom," Jacob said.

Fustrated, Jacob stormed out of the house and went to the dumpster to see if his pants were in there. As he walked towards the dumpster, he saw an old lady in her yard getting set up foir a yard sale. Not paying close attention, Jacob walked past her and went to the dumpster. He started to throw things out of the dumpster, but his pants weren't in there. He turned around to go back into the house when he spotted something familiar in his neighbors yard. He looked closer and there they were, his favorite pair of jeans.

Jacob ran over to the old ladies yard.

"Excuse me ma'am," Jacob said politely.

"Yes little boy, what do you need," she said. "Don't you see me getting ready for something."

"I am sorry to interrupt you but those jeans in your hand are mine," he said. "I will like them back."

"These can not be your jeans," the old woman said. "I found these outside on the street by that car over there.

She pointed to Jocob's fathers car.

"Yeah, that is my dads car," Jacob said. "I do not know why they were out there but they are actually mine so can I have them."

"No you can not," the old woman said forcefully. "You are just going to have to buy them from me before anyone else does."

"Buy them from you, why," Jacob asked.

"I am having a yard sale and I am selling these jeans," the old woman said.

Upset, Jacob left her house and went to his mother.

"Mom, I found them," he said.

"Really, great," his mother said.

"There is only one problem," Jacob informed. "The old lady across the street found them and now is going to sale them at her yard sale today. In order for me to get them back I have to buy them from her."

"Do those pants mean that much to you," his mother asked.

"They are my favorite pair," he replied.

"Don't you think its time to find a different pair of pants," his mother asked.

"Maybe, I will think about it," Jacob said.

Jacob went up into his room to see if he really wanted to buy those jeans back from the old lady across the street.

"I think its time to find a different pair of jeans," Jacob said.

He went downstairs and out the door to the old woman's house across the street.

"You can have those jeans, I do not want them anymore," Jacob said.

"Are you sure," the old woman said. "They are only $20.00."

"Many menories with those jeans but it is not worth it anymore," Jacob said.

One week left

Taylor Mayo is a 12 year old girl who has stage 4 breast cancer. She had a doctors appointment yesterday and the doctor said she only had one week to live. Taylor and her family new it was coming so no one really reacted to it. Her doctor wanted to keep her in the hospital for the whole week but Taylor convinced him to let her go for the week to have fun and spend time with her family for the last time.

"I want to fly to Paris," Taylor told her family.

They packed up their bags and flew to Paris just for her. Yes, it was expensive but it is Taylor last week to live so they'll do anything just to see her smile for the last time. She walked around Paris like she was powerful and confident. You would have never known that she will only live for one more week by looking at her confident stance and smile.

"I have always wanted to come to Paris at least once, and now I am finally here," Taylor said with a huge smile on her face.

Taylor and her family stayed there for 6 days.

The last day of living Taylor through a cookout and had all her family and friends with her. She had the biggest smile on her face during the whole thing.

"Taylor, I am going to miss you," one of her friends said crying by her side.
"Do not worry about me," Taylor said. "I will be perfectly fine."

The day went on and people shed their tears and said their goodbyes.

"Taylor are you ready," her mom said.

She took a deep breath and looked around at hr family.
"Yes, I am ready mom," she said. "No more suffering. No more bad days. I will be healed and free so do not cry. I will be just fine in heaven."

Taylor laid down in bed and peacefully went to sleep.

Her mom checked on her in the middle of the night and saw that Taylor was not breathing. She checked her pulse and.. she was gone. Tears rolled down her moms cheeks.
"I love you baby girl," she said smiling. "I will see you soon."

Gold

It is just a normal Saturday for Peter and his wife Annie. The couple gets up in the morning and cleans the house, cut the grass, and tend to the garden. Annie works on the garden while Peter finishes cutting the grass.

Annie starts digging up plants that she wanted to replace for the new season. She was digging when she was stopped by something hard in the ground.

"I wonder what this is," Annie said.
She put the shovel down and started digging with her hands. Pushing the dirt out the way, a shining light flashed in her eyes. Annie reached into the ground and pulled out a nugget; a nugget of gold.

"Peter, Peter," Annie told across the yard. "Look what I found."

Peter rushed over to her side.
"What is it," he asked not paying close attention to what she was holding in her hand.

Annie held her hand up to him. The gold was shining brighter than the sun.

"Is that what I think it is," Peter said.
"It is a nugget of gold Peter," Annie said enthusiastically. "We are rich."

Peter and Annie rushed into their house and sat the gold nugget on the table.

"What are we going to do with it," Annie said.
"What do you mean what are we going to do," Peter said. "We are going to spend it.

Annie looked at him with a puzzled face.

"We do not want to spend it all Peter," Annie said. "We have to use this wisely like for bills and things."

Peter became angry with Annie.
"Why Annie," he said. "We can use this money for whatever we want, and you want to use it for expenses? That is not what I was going for."

"That would be the smart thing to do,"  Annie said.

"Well, I am going to do things my way and spend it on whatever I want," Peter said.

Peter took the nugget of gold and stormed out of the house. Annie did not look worried.

"When all the money is gone, he will realize that he only bought materialistic things that we do not need," she said to herself.

Later on in the day, Peter came in the house with bags hanging from his shoulder and hands.

"Annie, Annie can you help me," he asked.

Annie came down the stairs to see all the bags that he brought in.

"What is all this stuff," she said.
"I figured since we have the money, I would buy you some nice things for a change," Peter said.
"That's nice of you to do that but-," Annie said with a fake grin. "We really can not afford all of this stuff. I know image is probably important but, this is too much."

There were bills from earlier in the day laying on the table. Annie picked them up and handed them to him.

"Priorities come first before luxury Peter," she said walking upstairs.

Peter looked at her.
"She is right," he mumbled to himself.

Annie walk in the room to start folding close when Peter came in.

"You are right Annie," he said. "I just wanted you to feel special and have finer things than what you have now."
Annie looked at him and smiled.

"I feel special everyday waking up to the person that I love the most," she said. "I do not need the fancy clothes, shoes, and cars. That does not defined me or you."

"I am going to take all the gifts back and pay off the bills," Peter said. "Maybe one day we will get to the place where we can buy anything we want."

"Remember what I said", Annie replied. "Luxury is all good, but priorities rain over it."