"…It's the child on her wedding day, it's the daddy that gives her away, something beatiful. When we laugh so hard we cry, all the love betw.." BAM! I slam down the snooze bar on my alarm clock, considering that the time is 6:35 am. Moaning from the lack of sleep that I had, I turn on my lamp beside my bed, and look around my room. Clothes are strewn on the floor, my dresser is cluttered with lip balm, lip gloss, lotions, bandanas, the alarm clock, loose playing cards, c-d's, and God-Knows-What. I look over to my bed, where my sheets are crummpled and looking rather tempting to crawl back into, but i resist the urge. To the side of my bed is my lamp, and a crowded desk. Its contents on the surfeace include more makeup, c-d's, books, paper, all that good stuff. I go over to my closet, and hastily pick out and outfit. I take out my lacrosse sweatpants, and my favorite shirt, (a red short sleeved t-shirt with 'Im a little nutty' on it, with a pair of dnacing Chip & Dale.), and put it on. " Crap, I didn't do that LAP assingment." I thought to myself. I go downstairs, and get my lunch ready. I put some dry cereal in a bag, and grab my dark green messenger, ( which, of course is coverd in sparkle glue and pins.), slip into my American Eagle flipflops, and fly out the door. As I quickly walk down the steet, something doesn't feel right. Its extremly quiet, not a trace of a wind, not even a breeze. I look at the sky, which holds gray clouds, threatning rain. As I wonder whats going on, I hear a crack in the distance. From watching all of the pirate movies in time, (okay okay, not really, but you get what I mean.), I can sense that it's a gun shot. I know, that Port Royal, South Carolina was once a British port, and I have heard all of the Ghost Stories, but I never believed them. Could it be, pirates? "But that's impossible!" I think to myself. Then, I hear screams from the other street. I tighten my grip on my bag, and go through an alley way to investigate.
Xoxoxoxox. Sorry the 1st chap is so short!