It actually did me a lot of good. In fact, it's led me to where I am now." My therapist urged me to write my thoughts down so I could discuss them dur...ing our sessions. I filled up about thirty spiral bound notebooks. It did help, but I discovered something. I loved to write." She encouraged me, complimenting me on my style. Told me to seriously pursue it, if nothing else to aid in my healing. I took a creative writing course at the community college." So I started to write, compulsively. I bet. I grabbed it and made like I was going to set it up to help. The standing girl turned back to the metal trapping her friend, and I took the chance to swing the piece of metal. Not hard enough to kill, but enough to knock her out. She fell forward and bounced off of rubble to land on her back. I quickly knelt down to the trapped girl. “Scream and you both die.” The authority in my voice was a different kind now. A harder kind. She gulped and fought against new tears. “Are you going to scream?” I. What do you think ofthe new you?"Joanne couldn't believe how beautiful Josh's make over had turned out.He was a living doll. Janet had bleached his hair into a mass of softplatinum blonde curls with fantastic lavender highlights. Thehighlights began as a dark lavender at the tips of the curls fadinginto pale lavender as the color reached mid-curl. The hair combinedwith the make up made Josh look just like his new name... kittenish.She just wanted to squeeze him to death, he was just so. She screamed surprised that someone was on the other side of the door as well as hurt by her using her shoulder to open the door. “What are you doing in my room?” Brooke exclaimed watching him hold his head, flexing his muscles and pacing. “This is my room, which is why you key card wasn’t working!” Ken yelled back he stopped and looked at her now seeing she was a bit flustered and covered in beads with her team jersey on. She must have come from the game. She only came up to his neck in.