My Fault

My Fault

A Short Story

I smiled as the man took my picture. I was very sad though I did not want to show that in the picture. It was obvious. Everyone was sad too. When she died I felt as if I died too. She was my bestfriend and I saw her everyday. We met on the corner of Browning and Smithson st. every week day to go to school together. One morning I walk to the corner and waited until I could not wait any longer or I would be late for school. I nibbled at my bagel as I walked. I was walking in a fast walk rather than a run because I was hoping she would run behind me saying “Hey! Sorry I was late I remembered I had to get something out of my room when I was walking out the door.” She didn't. I remembered a tradition we had of trading our breakfast when we met and would eat on the way to school. I had her favorite type of bagel today. I was hoping she would walk up to me and say “Oh! My favorite!” I was starting to worry as I walked up the stairs to get to school. Then I went to my locker. And then went to my homeroom. She was no where to be found. We had a lot of the same classes in the afternoon, but just Mr. Froundergarden's second period math class. I was puzzled. Where was she? As lunch came around I sat at our favorite spot to sit. She did not show up. I thought maybe she was sick, but if so she would have called me. Besides she was never sick. Understanding that made things worse and I started to scare myself. I walk home by myself. I remembered I took the other way to get to Browning and Smithson. Instead of walking striate to the left until I reach Mountain Pass Lane then going to the right and ending up on Browning st. I turned right and went straight until I got to Top Notch Lane then pass up Browning st. then turn right to get to Fill Drive. Then I would turn right again to get to King Pass Then I turn right again and get to Browning st. I took the long way because I had not gone that way before. I walked inside my house and said hi to my mom. She did not say anything back to me, but looked deeply in my eyes. “Samantha, Grace's mom called me...” She trailed off then seated me down on the couch to explain what happened. Grace had gone to the corner and waited for me. Then I was taking too long and she turned back to check on me because she thought I would still be at home or we would cross paths on the way. Then a car came and skid off the road hitting her and tossing her into a huge rose bush on the corner of Browning and Smithson st. where I was standing waiting for her when she was there the whole time because the drive never stopped to check on her. I started to gag and ran into the bathroom and puked. I cried and told my mom what happened. So here I am now at her funeral and some man is taking pictures. Why? I don't know, but I can never forgive myself because I was the reason she was killed. If I went the normal way and met with her then gone to school and missed that car that hit her she might still be alive. Isn't it funny how one day someone is there and the next day they are not because you change one thing out of your day and then you regret it.......Forever.......And if Mrs. Burch, who lives on the corner, had not gone outside to water her bush, Grace might have not been found for longer than she was missing. And how do we know what she was doing or thinking when it all happened? She was still alive in that bush, but was silently screaming to me, but was too hurt to make noise. Then when she had some medical help she was able to tell her story to her mother, but it drained the last of her energy and she died. It's my fault.....All Mine........Her last words were “Hug Samantha for me, mom. I love you. Good Bye......” Tears built up in my eyes and I grabbed the camera from the man's hands and threw it as far a I could then got on my knees in the cold mud and screamed. It started to rain again and I cried and cried.......and cried......

How to take a good Facebook picture

                    Your Facebook picture is the first thing people see when they are about to request or confirm you as as friend. You really don't want to have a bad Facebook picture on your profile to represent you.
Taking a picture for you profile is easy enough, but it requires a bit more thought to take a GOOD one.

         STEP 1: (Think of the type of picture you want.) Remember, your Facebook picture will be the first impression on people looking at your profile. Take a picture that really expresses who you are. Most people choose a picture of their face; some choose of full body shot. Put some thought into it.
        STEP 2: (Take the picture.) Either take the picture for yourself, or have one of your friends or family take it for you. Don't forget to smile! Nobody is going to want to see your profile if you look miserable in the picture.
       STEP 3: (Review the picture.) Take a look at the picture once it has been taken. If you think its good,  continue on. If not, re-shoot it. Take as long as you need to; your facebook profile will benefit from it.

               For addtional steps(Like getting your picture on to your profile), go to:http://www.ehow.com/how_5153979_facebook-profile-picture.html

          With Love,
Chipotle and Jalepeno

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A Short Story: Scare Me

Scare Me
A Short Story

                     In the morning I awoke to a noise down the hall. I tiptoed out of my bed and grabbed a flashlight. I breathed deeply and my heart raced. As I got down the hall my legs turned to Jell-O. I Started to freak out as I saw a light in my kitchen I hurried to th hall closet where I grabbed a knife that was still in it's packaging from yesterday's attempts to try to make my temporary home more comfortable.

                     I walk slowly again with the knife in my hand. I was in a small night gown and I could feel the cold night's air against my arms and legs. I shivered from the cold, but also from fear. I did not feel confident at all. I was scared, weak, and small. What could I do if it is someone big, strong, scary. I had a knife, yes, but what if he or she probably he, had a gun or grabbed me and knocked the knife out of my hand and he is too big to fight off, like most men compared to me because I am a small frail little person.

                      I would have called the police, but my phones were not hooked up yet and I did not have a cell phone because I was switching companies. Oh my, I just don't know why this is happening I am so sad, mostly scared. I creped down the hall and it seem like an eternity.

                      I got to the kitchen and the refrigerator was opened, but I did not see anyone. Was I sleep walking? Did it open by itself?

                     The refrigerator light was on and light up the room. I slowly walked around the refrigerator door. I looked down and I knew who the trespasser was.

It was a little hungry raccoon. I started to laugh to myself from all the fear. I knew that raccoons can be dangerous so I persuaded the little guy out side with an old sandwich I was going to throw out anyway, to go outside. Then I shut the door and made sure everything was in it's place and I went down the hall and put the knife away and went right back to sleep.

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Laugh just laugh once a day

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Thanksgiving

Well Halloween is over so all that is left is... Thanksgiving and Christmas. So Happy Thanksgiving! Merry Christmas!  So from today to the end of the holiday season You can email us at chipotleandjalapeno@gmail.com with your funny holiday horror stories! We will pick the funiest stories and their rank on our top 5 list and post them onto our blog. So thank you for reading and have a good day!

 
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"Sorry Big Bird. We had to!"

"Dude!"

"I like to "play" hide and seek."

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