and my addiction of makeing RPG's continues.

So hyper in fact, that we were able to jump constanly on the trampoline for an hour straight, i could tell by mom's grin that she was looking forward to eight tonight when we'd all crash

Robbie and I sat, I listening and him watching, the little kids run around the room with their church clothes on still. I sat little Andy Joe down next to me when he got a cut on his knee. I told him the story of how I became blind while I placed a bandage on it. "When I was 5 years old I lived on a farm with my biological family. I was swinging on my favorite swing in the barn when it caught fire. My parents were killed trying to get me out and burning wood fell into my eyes and I became blind. That is how I became blind." Andy stood up and ran off playing with the others.

Finaly after several hours of hyper activity we were really tired, and just wanted to go to sleep.

it was eight and i was tired, I didn't even want to change out of my dress, but i somehow managed to get into my PJ's and brush my teeth,

I would be shareing a room with edie. from what I heard most of my stuff was already in there.

"night!" i called down the hall, almost alseep

"goodnight" I said already drifting off to sleep.

i had an interesting dream about glitter and unicorn and the color purple,
i woke up to a loud noise of the smoke detector going off, apperantly the other kids were awake and trying to cook breakfast

we were attempting to cook pancakes, the first one.. ended up being black.

i walked out to the kitchen and saw exactly the disaster.
"What are you guys doing, putting the mix in the toaster?"

"we waited too long to flip a pancake" I said.

"So you put it in the toaster?"

"no, we put it on a fryig pan" I said.

"Then whats that dripping out of the toaster that looks like batter? "

"I didn't do it!" I called from the living room. Robbie had turned on the cooking channel and was trying to learn how to make a good breakfast from the toaster. "I could do this better than you. And I'm blind!" He made a his grunted response and went back to scribbling things on a piece of paper as the person on the television said the ingredients and the instructions.

"there is your answer" I said.

"how about cereal or mircowave oatmeal? then again, you guys'd probably leave the spon in the mirowave and blow the place up,"

"come on we arent that bad" I said.

"sure..." i said, then i remeberd the time i forcot to take the tinfoil wrapper off the butter when i put it in the microwave (true story)then decided to drop the subject.
"how about.. pop tarts?"

((Okay now I'm curious. what happened? Did the microwave blow up?))

"Robbie," I picked up the remote and turned the TV off, "Make something that doesn't require electronics. Go make some cereal and clean that stuff out of the toaster please?" I heard Hazel come into the room. "Hazel could you be a sweetheart and help Robbie and the others to clean up?"
"Okay, but it wasn't my fault." I smiled
"I know that."

(i was just watching the butter turn around when i suddenly saw blue and white flames comin up from the butter, so i turned it off and interrupted my mom's piano lesson. the foil was burned, but the butter was okay, i think. It was like 3rd or 4th grade. the microwave didn't even short out or anything)
I helped to clean up, but i refused to stick my hands in the toaster, i had hear d that many kids had seriously gotten hurt my doing that. after the kitchen way was cleaned, we broke out the leftover cake

as we were eating cake. I heard duke growling at something. and from what I knew of him. he never growled at anything. so i decided to see what he was growiling at. I went into the room he was in, and gasped when I saw who it was. there was a masked man in the house. I could not tell if he had any weopons, but I could tlel he was not freindly. and duke had obviously realized the same thing.

I followed my brother into the back room and creamed at the sight of the appearent brugalar.
"MOM,DAD WAKE UP!"i shouted at the top of my lungs. then the bullet hit me oon the collorbone and i collapsed to the floor.
"go," i managed to craok, "run, call 911, hide"
then my vision went blank

duke went nuts. it all seemed like a dream. a few minuts a go I had beenthe ahppiest boy on earth. and now this jerk was trying to take it from me. as soon as ((hazle?)) was shot, duke attacked.

(Hazel, yes, good job @ remebering, i can't really do anything)