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The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is stretch. If I don’t stretch in the morning I ache all day. One of the first things I do is run my block. I go from my house to the Post Office in Orangeville Utah. When I get there, I take a quick break, and then I run back to my house. When I finally get back to my house I start to stretch. First I stretch my right leg, and then I stretch my left leg. After that I lean forward to touch my toes. I get done with stretching then I can finally get to the hard stuff; heal stretches.

When I prepare to do a heal stretch, I have to be very well stretched. To make sure I am stretched, I do the splits and the spraddles.  When I am done doing that, it takes me a minute to get the rest done.  Most of my friends are there when I get done stretching. Then they start to stretch. Since I am done stretching I start doing my heal stretch.

            When I do my heal stretch, I can see my friends talking and stretching. They all look so happy. Suddenly my vision changes and I couldn’t see my friends any more. I can’t see anything but the red tile.

My head starts to throb as I get up. “Are you okay?” my friends all ask me. I reply, “Yes, but I have a really bad headache.” That is the very first time I had ever fallen while doing a heal stretch.

Turning bright red, I feel so embarrassed. I could feel myself blushing as if I had just gotten slapped across the face. I will never forget the day that I fell from doing a heal stretch.

Stuck in Neutral

Crackle-crackle-crackle.  My seizure starts to take over my body. I slide down into my chair as my mother runs over to me and tried to calm my body. She yells for my dad, and as he is running over. I can’t hear their voices at all. I’m flying free; I can see everything. Nobody is calling me a vegetable or a retard, just Shawn. I don’t know what my dad is going to do when I come back out of this seizure, if I come out of it. All I know is that my dad wants to kill me. He thinks I’m suffering. The truth is I really like living, even though I can’t move one single muscle in my whole body. Inside I am probably the smartest kid at the school I go to, but no one knows it.

 I start to come out of my seizure, but this time I don’t fall asleep. I am fully conscious, but my vision is a little bit blurry. I can hear voices, my whole family is there. I can tell that my mom and Cindy were both crying; by the way they were talking to each other. The only voice I couldn’t hear was Paul’s. I guess he left.

My dad had asked my mom and Cindy if he could be alone with me for a moment; of course they said yes. I could see my dad walk towards me, but he had something behind his back. Suddenly my eyes dart towards the window; I can’t see my dad any more. Now my vocalization is kicking in, all I can say is “Ahhhh.”

My eyes dart back to my dad; all I can see is a pillow. As he walks closer I try to scream but nothing comes out. He keeps coming. Closer and closer. He stops and sits down on the floor next to me, and starts to talk to me. “Shawn, you do know that I love you right? I don’t want to do this, but it just seems right to me. I know I can end up in prison for this; but I have to.”

My vocalization is kicking in again. “Ahhhhhh.”  I want to say more but I can’t.  My brain just doesn’t work that way. My dad stands back up. He doesn’t try to suffocate me. It’s like what he said to me changed his mind about what he was going to do.

My mom comes into the room and tells my dad that we are going to eat dinner. She looks at me and smiles. My family is finally starting to come together.

Crackle-crackle-crackle.  My seizure starts to take over my body. I slide down into my chair as my mother runs over to me and try’s to calm my body. She yells for my dad, and as he is running over, I can’t hear their voices at all. I’m flying free, I can see everything. Nobody is calling me a vegetable or a retard, just Shawn. I don’t know what my dad is going to do when I come back out of this seizure, if I come out of it. All I know is that my dad wants to kill me, because he thinks I’m suffering. The truth is; I really like living, even though I can’t move one single muscle in my whole body. Inside I am probably the smartest kid at the school I go to, but no one knows it.

 I start to come out of my seizure, but this time I don’t fall asleep. I am fully conscious, but my vision is a little bit blurry. I can hear voices, my moms, dads, sisters, and even my brothers. Everyone is there. I can tell that my mom and Cindy were both crying; by the way their voices sounded. I couldn’t hear Paul any more, I guess he left.

My dad had asked my mom and Cindy if he could be alone with me for a moment, of course they said yes. I could see my dad walk towards me, but he had something behind his back. Suddenly my eyes dart towards the window; I can’t see my dad any more. Now my vocalization is kicking in, all I can say is “Ahhhh.”

My eyes dart back to my dad, all I see is a pillow. As he walks closer I try to scream but nothing comes out.

The day the plants attacked.

My name is Allie Barker, I live in Denver, Colorado, and I am going to tell you the story of how I died. The day started out just like any other Friday, except it was the thirteenth. Everyone says that if you don’t believe in superstitions, than they won’t happen, and that’s the problem I have. Any superstition there is, I believe in it.  On the way to school, I met up with my friend, Jaroden. “Hey Jaroden,” I shouted, “wait up!” Once I caught up with him we went to pick our friend Lillie up at her house.  We continued on to school, when we got there, there were Denver Police officers talking to the principal outside. “I wonder what they are doing here,” I thought to myself, “this is such a good school. There should be no reason for them to be here.” We started to walk to our usual hang out spot, the lunch tables outside when one of the police officers called, “Hey you kids, will you come talk to me for a minute, please.” “What did we do?” we whispered amongst ourselves.

As we walked up to him, everyone started to stare. “What did we do wrong Officer?”  He just looked at us and shook his head. “Do you have any idea what has happened here?” the officer asked.  “No we just barely got here, not even ten minutes ago.” Jaroden replied.  At the time the officer didn’t believe us, until we went and talked in the principal’s office. The office was cold, like a morning of winter. It was also cluttered; there were papers on his desk that needed to be sorted in cabinets, empty water bottles that needed to be thrown away, and his chairs were covered by stacks of paper. The police officer asked a whole bunch of questions, and for most of those; we didn’t have an answer to.

He asked us for our names, our parent’s names and also where we lived at. When he was done questioning us; he told us what had happened over the small break we had. He told us that some manic person broke in and injured some of the kids that help the janitors out; the person did not harm the janitors, only the kids were harmed. “Have you caught the person that did that?” I asked. “No not yet,” he told us, “but that is why we are talking to you about it.” “We didn’t do anything wrong!” I screamed, “We weren’t even in town over the weekend, so how could we be the ones that did it, if we weren’t even here?!” “Allie,” Lillie said, “please calm down. This is not the kind of situation that you need to scream and yell.”

After I told her to calm down, she got up, and stormed out of the room. I started to go after her, when the police officer told me to sit down. Then he told Jaroden to go back to class and to make sure that Allie made it to her class. “You are a big part of this whole situation, Miss Lillie.” He told me. “How am I a big part of this, I don’t even have a criminal record.”  “Not yet any way” she thought to herself.

The Day the Tree's Attacked

The day the tree's attaked