Katie Flynn

I was listening to music today, off of one of my favorite albums, when I decided to look up the lyrics. The site I went to had the lyrics and the meaning of the song, and apparently it was about a seven year old girl named Katie Flynn. Interested, I looked further into it, and found that Katie Flynn was with her family after a wedding in a limousine, when the limo got hit by a drunk driver. The wreck was bad, and inside, the whole family was either injured or dead.

"I remember looking in on the limo and seeing Kate and waving goodbye and she waved goodbye and never thought that, that was going to be that type of moment where you're seeing people for the last time," says David, the groom. "It's, I guess, a moment I see every day."

When the wreck was investigated, by none other than little Katie's great uncle. Katie's grandfather, Chris, was lying on the floor, with his legs wrapped around the service bar, which was broken into several pieces.
The rest of the family was piled on top of each other. Katie's father, Neil, had tried to climb out of the limo, despite having his back broken. Jennifer, Katie's mother, foot was injured, and managed to crawl out and was trying to find Katie.

Katie was eventually found, but a terrible thing had happened: Katie had been decapitated by her seat belt.

Jennifer sat on the side of the road for hours, just holding her daughter's head in her lap, staring into her eyes.

"She very lucidly, very calmly said she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't leaving Kate," Lt. Tangney says. "I climbed into the ambulance and I told Jennifer that she'd have to come inside now because Grace needed her, and she said she's not going to let go of Kate. And I asked her if she would give her to me, and at that point she turned her over, kissed her goodbye, and handed her to me."

Neil, who had broken his back, tried to crawl out of the limo.

"I heard my wife screaming, 'Katie's dead,' and I didn't want to accept it so I screamed back, 'No, she's just hurt real bad,'" he says. "I didn't know what Jen knew then."

"How do we start a life when your start is death?" Lisa asks. "It's your wedding day, and now they don't have their child."

Neil and Jennifer say. "Everything I see my children do, I think Kate should be doing. Everything I know they're going to do, I know Kate won't do," he says. "Every time you wake up, you say to yourself, 'This is terrible. I went another day without her,' you know? Or I have to face another day without her. And every night when I go to sleep, I made it through another day and I know it's not going to get any better as long as I'm awake."

For those people out there who say the Holocaust never happened...

My Grave

I hear the pellets drop
My heart yells stop
I see my brother's body fall
For the next group the sergeant gave the call
People stand with their backs against machine guns
We would have left, but papa never had the funds
Ready, Aim, Fire!
Was the only German desire
I wanted to help, but even myself I could not save
Is that why I lie here dead in my grave?

I cried for mama
I cried for papa, everyone did
It seemed as if God, on the world, had placed a lid
But if he could not bare these horors how can I
For I am only a child of the age of nine
I then pondered aloud so that everyone could hear me
"Why has God forsaken thee?"
I had no time for a reply
For now dead in my grave, here I lie.
-By Correena Spangler

In a dream I was a werewolf. My soul was filled with crystal light...

While I was dogsitting I fell asleep and had a strange dream. This is odd in itself because I don't usually have dreams, but I remember this one perfectly.

It was the middle of a very nice day, and I was down by a reservoir with a couple of my friends, when up the hill came some other kids. I didn't pay much attention to them because I thought Hey, if we can hang around here, so can they. Then when they reached the top of the hill, I pointed them out to my friend. She started freaking out and grabbed her other friend to set off down the hill. I didn't understand, but I thought there must be some grudge because as soon as the people reached the top of the hill, they sort of took my friends. Then, I saw some kids with some very vicious dogs. The people had tied up my friends and put them in the fenced area with the dogs. This is the point that I started crying in my dream, because it took me unnaturally long to get to the bottom of the hill. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to run very fast. By the time I did get to the bottom of the hill, it was nighttime. Then I came to this fenced area where some kids where playing a variation on the game of dodgeball. I had second thoughts, but I decided to go around the outer edge of the inside of the fenced area. When I was almost out, I got distracted by a kid talking about who to throw the ball at. He was saying that he should throw it at somebody standing still, because then he could actually hit them. At this I hid behind another guy, but kept walking. The dodgeball came and hit me in the face, and I just kept walking. The guy said "What the? Oh, I see, he's running."

When I was almost to the fenced area with the big dogs, I was blocked by a form of barrier that I cannot describe because it does not really exist. It was more of a spiritual barrier than a physical one. So, I went through my friend J's house, and I got caught up again, but listening in on my friend's conversation. He said something about "His(J's) grandparents and their son are visiting."
Fearing that it would impede my progress, I hurried to go down the stairs and out the back door. I ran into J's dad, but he didn't seem to mind that I was intruding. I went as fast as I could(finally being able to run) down the stairs and stepped on the dog's leg. I looked back, but did not slow. I ran outside right as J's dad opened the window, and I hopped over a chain link fence, going fast enough to clear it without having to touch it. But then there was another chain link fence, and this one snagged on my pants. I eventually got off the fence, and I hit the ground, rolled, then stood up. I started telling J's dad about what I was doing, and then I kept running, crying because I feared that I was too late to save my friend.

I jumped onto a pool cover, and it started to sink, but I got across safely. I remember seeing J's dad on his phone, calling the cops. I went around the corner and got on the tramp that was waiting. The fenced area had dissapeared, and I found my friend. By this time, it had turned to early morning. But she didn't look the same, and somehow halfway through the dream, I switched who I was looking for. I asked if she was [Friend] and she nodded and said "Of course I'm [Friend]."

Bored.

Wow. So, I'm really bored. I guess sitting at home in front of the computer listening to music just isn't good enough for me. I tried to get out of the house, i really did, but the Thingummys just won't leave me alone. Today I got my yearbook signed though. and, I was surprised at how awesome people think I am.

Dude you are freaking amazing! Have a great summer! - C.

And that's coming from the girl who thinks that everyone is immature and not funny.
I had so many people sign that people I don't even know signed it.

Have an super awesome SUMMER - K.

who is this kid? I have no idea, but he must think I'm pretty awesome, huh?

Then in math I asked the girl next to me to sign

Have a good summer - T.

Have a GOOD summer? Not even a GREAT summer? How freaking half-hearted and lame is that? But still, she must think I'm awesome.

Have a great summer (weird signature) (what appears to be their number)
See you next year!!

Huh? I don't even know who signed this, because there was no name, but they MUST think that I am the most awesome person alive.

Sup Logan!! H.A.G.S. Your Best friend -D. K. (His number)

I mean, how can you NOT be convinced of my awesomeness?

I did not explode lol - I.

Do I need to say anything? She DIDN'T explode guys.

YWRAPLTS

I don't know what this means, or who wrote it, but it's in there none the less.

Well, I'm finished talking about people who wish they were me.

How about a journal entry? YAY!!!

One day I was walking along a river when out of nowhere a hobo popped up. He looked hungry, so I gave him a pebble to chew on. To show his gratitude, he said he would grant me three wishes. Of course, everyone knows that hobos can only grant wises that don't defy the laws of physics. So, I wished first for some hash browns, then for a couple of eggs. This of course left me with a full stomach and one more wish. So I wished that I could have a pen and a notebook, and that's how this story came to be written down.

I would not like to live on a houseboat, because that way the Humperdinkles could get to me. However, there are some advantages. For example, you could meet a lot of people named Colleen. Eating cheese would be a lot easier. You could find a lot of little baby snails. I think that running the risk with Humperdinkles is too much though.

Last day that I can read these aloud to my class :(
but I got to bring my notebook home, so now you are going to act like my class :)

Jimmy,

I would like to thank the men, women, and colorfuls that clean our school and keep it safe. Without them, our school would be full of men named Jimmy. They keep our school safe from Thingummys and Cheesy Toenail Sniffers. Their job is the hardest because it is non-stop. I can't be one of them though, because I am allergic to filing cabinets and everyone knows that's the only thing that wards off Cheesy Toenail Sniffers.

Boredom and reading class don't mix well.

Chuckie Cheese's (Where a kid can be a kid)

You know what's funny? No, not how my dad needs to be locked up in a mental facility, or that he is so stupid he can't count to five. What IS funny is that watching a movie about Al Capone led to me writing a story about "Blueberry Pumpkin Juice", and talking about Chuck Norris being killed by Bruce Lee. What else is funny is that talking about Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris led to me writing about me being "...a person who juggles purple fruit on a unicycle." I can post the second one today, and I think I will do so.

If I were to join a circus, I would perform the act of a person who juggles purple fruit on a unicycle. I would be so good, people would even throw extra tomatoes at me to juggle. Eventually, every one would stop coming to my show because they like it too much. I would dress up as a yellow mouse in this act and the other circus performers would get jealous. Their jealousy would lead to me being fired.

Yeah, that's my story up there. Of what I would be if I joined a circus.


Don't be hatin'