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“Okay well, lets get this over with.”

Joi had a habit of being a little crass sometimes. As annoying as it was I was used to it, and she is my matron of honor but I swear if we weren’t sisters she would definitely be an usher. The three-year age difference gave us a lot to be competitive about. Being the youngest of the pair, I was often passed over by our mother sometimes not on purpose of course. Only when Joi’s ‘problems’ out weighed my own which was very often.  However, no one ever accused my sister of being over dramatic. Being named after our grandmother Joilinda Kelley, blues singer/songwriter, Joi’s artistic talents were few and far between, but try to convince her of that.

The door opened and my mother stuck her head in.

“Come on girls, it’s show time, everyone is seated. Sam and the groomsmen are all waiting at the altar, let’s go! Hustle” she called.

“Ok, let’s get ready to rumble,” I said, trailing behind the ten bridesmaids into the chapel.

Before letting go of my hand, my last bridesmaid kissed me on the cheek wishing me good luck as she got ready to march down to Kenny Latimore’s “For You”

“Will everyone please stand,” I heard the Reverend say.

Ok Lee just breath, count, 1,2,3,4…

Glancing over, I smiled at my mother as we walked down the aisle hand in hand to the wedding march. My father, for the little presence and account that he was in my life, had decided to boycott.  His own religious and personal beliefs had propelled him to it.  I decided not to be sad about it, this was just one more to add to the long list of past disappointments.

I can hear the excited whispers of my friends and family, as I pass each pew: she looks so lovely, look at her, she finally looks like a grown woman, are those boobs real, her smile is just to die for, her mother is gorgeous… I hadn’t expected so many people; the groom’s side is stuffed.  There had to be more than the original three hundred guests, fortunately we had paid for an additional one hundred as well.  As I got to the altar and stood next to Sam I noticed that everyone, except my father, is here.  Even people I haven’t spoken to in ages. I noticed a woman sitting to the far left in the third pew, she looks uncannily familiar, but where have I seen her before? Suddenly it came to me she was my piano teacher, Mrs. Bartlow. Now who had thought to invite her?

“Do you, Leeanne Smith take this man Samuel Ethan Shine to be your lawfully wedded husband…?”

There was Ms. Mendenhall, my fifth grade elementary school teacher. She remembers me? There’s Tommy, Angela, Steve, Mary, Ashley and Carlie.  Carlie? She’s not even a friend of mine and whom is she sitting next to, that guy looks awfully familiar.

“LeeAnne, do you take Samuel Shine to be your lawfully wedded husband…?” Reverend Daniels repeated.

That can’t be who I think it is.

The crowd began to whisper.

That can’t be Gray Jackson!

“LeeAnne…Lee sweetie, say something,”  Sam’s whispering to me, he’s watching me closely.

What should I do now?  Why is Gray here, who invited him to my wedding?  This isn’t good.  This isn’t good at all.  Why is the man I love at my wedding?

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Tune in next week..

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“It took a while, but I guess peach isn’t such a bad color after all,” she conceded.

“See I told you.”

Months ago we had a knock down all out screaming match, about the bridesmaid dresses, which she had adamantly refused to give any ground on. Eventually we both made concessions.  I agreed that a six-inch hemline was too much and Paula accepted the color scheme. I turned my attention back to the mirror, and stared into it seeing the image it reflected back to me but knowing there was more hidden in its depths. If I could just get to it, I thought, if I could just see the person behind all this.

“You can’t drown in it, you know,” Paula said, interrupting my musings.

“Do you think he really loves me, maybe he’ll realize he’s making a mistake, maybe he’ll discover… ”

I yelped when she pinched me.

“Ouch! Was that necessary?”

“It was. Your hallucination is a very serious problem, I needed to snap you out of it,” she replied.

Maybe she was right, I should simply relax and let today happen even if it does seem too good to be true.

I met Samuel Shine at law school. We both were in the same Patten Law class, at Georgetown University.  I remember the first time I saw him, our professor Dr. Onabam locked my soon to be husband out of class on his first day. I still remember Dr. O’s motto “If you’re five minutes early you’re on time, if you’re on time you’re late.” He turned to the class and asked us if he should let poor Sam in, the male portion of the class voted yes but the women were a little hesitant.  He jokingly opened the door and Sam graciously walked in very apologetic and made a point of never being late again.

“LeeAnne, everyone is ready and dressed.  Are you ok? You look lost.”

My sister’s voice was filled with concern.

“I’m fine Joi, just nervous.”

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Tune in next week….

Ok guys sooo I don’t want to do the scary story anymore, because lately my mind has been playing tricks on me. I do believe in evil spirits, so I’ll stay away from that story for a while..

But here’s a new story, I wrote this a LONG time ago, so are you ready?? I’ll post a new page every Friday.  This story is called “Torn” by Sharia Davis..

Chapter 1: The Wedding

Finally it’s my wedding day.  I never thought this day would happen and I never thought I would be this nervous, I hope I’m doing the right thing.  I checked my reflection in the mirror, making sure everything fit just the way it was supposed to. The pure silk of the gown enhanced my complexion perfectly, its flattering pearl-scattered cowl neck flowing round to a v-shaped back. The pearl bodice was cut across my chest giving a seductive hint at the bounty they concealed, the capped sleeves flowed in smooth folds down my arms where they tapered off into my kid skin gloves. The body of the dress ran in smooth lines down my body, hugging in just the right places, no one would be able to tell just by looking that I had to send it back three times for alterations, which was risky on its own since it was a classic Christiana Couture shipped specially from England.

“Lee you look beautiful,” my best friend noticed.

“Thanks Paula.”

I can always trust Paula’s opinions.  She’s always blatantly honest with them and never seems to censor them, which at times is a blessing and curse. We’ve been good friends since high school, being a couple of months older than I am, her appearance would suggest otherwise. Married with four little ones of her own, she has a spunk and personality that’s rife with humor. I suppose it has to be given the man she’s married to.

“Lee, see I told you it would happen and you never believed me.  Remember, patience is a virtue,” she said with a smirk, while fastening her bridesmaid dress.

I smiled at her humor.

“I’m glad you finally came around on the dress,” I said looking at her in the mirror.

Paula looked down at herself and grimaced.

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That’s it.. see ya next week!

So look guys.. I’m not a novelist.  I’ve never written a book before in my life – so just read this and try to follow along.

The Movie

What to wear, what to wear?  I don’t know why I’m taking this so seriously.  It’s just a movie.  My friends thought it would be a good idea to check out “Trapped” starring that kid from Twilight.  It’s suppose to be a horror film.  Now I’m not too big on horror films, but what the heck, going to a movie on a Friday night is better than making cookies with my little sister Julie.

“Brad!” my mother shouted.

“Yeah.”

“John is on the phone,  he said you better hurry up, the movie’s going to start in ten minutes,” she yelled from the bottom of the steps in our two story home on Shelfton road.

“Tell him I’m on my way,” I said while putting on my navy blue sweater.  “In fact I’m leaving out now,” I answered back.

Thank goodness my house is less than five  minutes away from FOX Theater.  That old place has been around for nearly a century, and people still love it.  Actually it’s a pretty neat place.  It’s a great setting for scary movies.

“See ya mom,” I kissed her on the cheek and grabbed the keys.

“Be careful Brad, and don’t stay out too late.  Yes you’re a senior but you’re still a child under my roof,”  she continued.

“I know mom, I know, bye Julie,” I said as I closed the door behind me.

Finally I’m out the house.  I have exactly seven minutes to get there.  Thank goodness my father’s out of town on business, my mom said I can use his SUV tonight, of course with his permission.

My dad drives a pretty decent Ford Explorer.  He’s had it now for five years.  He wants to buy another car, but my mom keeps reminding him I will be heading off to college soon.  But I think he should buy one so I can have this truck.  Besides the papers on the floor and the coffee stains on the steering wheel, it rides smoothly, but one thing I can’t stand is the radio.  For some reason it always skips channels on its own.

I’m almost at the movie theater, oh no it’s packed really pack.  The line is down the street.  I hope John got our tickets already.  Oh there’s John now.

“Hey man did you get our tickets?” I asked through the window.

“Yeah man just park over there (pointing to the parking lot) and hurry up,” he said.

I quickly drove my dad’s vehicle into the parking lot to park, but before I took the key out of the ignition, the stupid radio started acting up.  It’s playing static, but this time it sound pretty weird.  I can’t make out the words.

“Don’t….” it sounded like

“Don’t what?” I said out loud to myself.

“Don’t…” it said again in a ghost like whisper.

This is really weird.  I sat in the vehicle trying to figure out what was going on.  I even turned the volume up on the radio to see if I can hear it better.

“Don’t…Go…” it said again.

When I heard the second word I put my ear closer to the radio.

“BANG!”

“Holy Sheets,” I screamed wondering what that loud noise was.

“Come on Brad, let’s go we’ll miss it!” John yelled from outside.

“Jesus John you scared me,” I said as I turned off the engine and closed the door.

“Don’t Go See The Movie…”

DUN DUN DUN……

So what’s going to happen next week on Watching Death?  When Brad got out of the vehicle and closed the door,  a sound from the radio played telling him not to go see the movie.  But if he does what’s going to happen to him?  Find out next week.

So.. last night while I was watching Malcolm in the Middle on Nick at Nite 2, my doorbell rang.  I was wondering who could possibly be at my home at 1:00 in the morning.  When I looked through the peephole to see who was there, I noticed no one was standing outside my apartment.

So I plopped back down on the couch rewound the part I missed on Malcolm in the Middle on my DVR and there it was again – someone rang the doorbell.   I looked through the peephole and again no one was there.

This time I got really scared.  I went in the kitchen grabbed my Michael Myers knife plopped back down on the couch, rewound Malcolm in the Middle and was scared out of my mind.

As I tried to watch what I missed for the third time – there it was again, someone rang the doorbell.  This time I just sat on my couch with my phone in my hand ready to call the police.

But then it came to me when I heard Lois yell outloud “Malcolm get the door!”  That’s when I realized my tv volume was up too loud.

So.. I’m thinking about buying something on Craigslist, but I don’t know if I should trust the site.  What do you guys say?  See I bought something off of Ebay a while back, and when I got the item in the mail it broke 2 weeks later.  So what should I look out for this time?

So… I had a dr. pepper today, and under the cap it read enter code to win a prize.  I entered the code and I lost.  Does anyone actually win those crazy contests.  I mean I played McDonald’s monopoly for years and I never won $500,000 dollars, what the heck.  I’m looking for one person who actually won money from these crazy contests.

So…is there really a way to avoid swine flu?? I mean I find myself washing my hands all the time.  But I still come across touching objects that aren’t clean.

I really don’t think there’s a way to avoid it – unless you live in a huge bubble, literally.

So.. I just got back from Las Vegas a few days ago and boy I did I have a blast.  I went with my homie TDAWG also known as Tiffany Tarpley.   You see we invited more people to go but they couldn’t make it. But I have to say the trip was just fine with the two of us.  Ive been on several trips with my friends, and it always seems the more people that go the more fights there are.  But this way if I wanted to do something, no matter how corny it was, there was no argument what so ever.  Well if Julie Andrews was there, I would have had to drag Tiffany to go see her with me.

But here are the ups and downs about Vegas.

Ups…

I met a really CUTE GUY!

B.E.A.Utiful city.  I love city life, always have.

I saw Michael Jackson, well the real Mike looked soo much BETTER .

There were a lot of friendly people.

The Sushi was GREAT!

and did I mention I met a really cute guy.

Now the downside of VEGAS…

Ok soo.. at one hotel I saw a 10 year old boy at the black jack table and he didn’t get carded!  But we did.  Ok what’s up with that?

There were too many workers out on the streets trying to get people to go see a peep show.  They were passing out cards, but people threw the cards on the ground – leaving little kids to see very disgusting images.

I lost all my money – you can never beat the dealer!! stupid game.

Imperial Palace doesn’t have HBO!

Restaurants only give out ONE napkin – unless you ask for more.

One of the slot machines took my dollar.

Swine Flu

You can never win Keno

The Casinos are way toooo cold.

And Vegas is really SIN CITY!!!  I just couldn’t stop gambling, LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

Well other than that I had a great time.  I don’t think I’ll be back anytime soon. My next big trip is LA BABY!!!

So, since I will be gone for a few days, I’ve decided to write a blog today.

All day today I was trying to figure out what to write about, but it just came to me while I was out getting some lunch.

You see I dislike rude people I really do.  Today I went to a small restaurant here in Toledo right after my story.  Well after I ordered my cold cut sandwich from this place, the employees sat it on the counter, wrapped, and they didn’t even tell me it was there.  Also the employees didn’t even bother to ask me if I wanted a bag or any napkins.

I thought that was really rude.  Then when I asked for a bag, instead of taking the sandwich and putting it into the bag, they handed me the bag and said “here you go.”  I wanted to throw the sandwich at them and ask for my money back, but I didn’t because that’s not me.

Now this isn’t the first time this has happened to me or others at this sandwich shop.    But the last time it happened I thought one of the employees had a bad day and he was very upset, so he took his rudeness out on me.

Now although my sandwich is pretty good, as of today I will not go back to this place ever again!