Half Jack -intro-

NOTE: (this is in the p.o.v. of a ten year old)

Jack and I used to be the best of friends. We were brother and sister, we were two halves of a whole. We were even born connected together, but the doctor said that wasn't good, so they cut us apart. We even have the same blotchy birthmark in the same place.
Don't get me wrong though, Jacks still here... but he's not HERE. If you understand.
Something bad happened to Jack and I a while ago. Our foster parents sent us to fetch some water from the well on the cliff out side of the house. And, Jack being Jack, wanted to make it a bit more fun. He declared a race and ran, pail in hand, up the hill with me on his heels. But it had rained the night before, and the ground was slick with mud. When he got to the top, his feet slipped up and almost fell off the side of the cliff. If it wasn't for me, BOTH of us wouldn't have fallen. But I didn't know and I ran right into him and we both fell.
They said I had a broken leg and arm, some broken ribs, and sever head trauma... jack didn't have any. 'Cause Jack died.
The doctors also said that my insides were all hurt, no I needed new ones. Then they told me that jack had the good ones that I didn't have, So they cut us both open and fixed me right up, and Jack right down.
Jack's always with me now.
But not because of that... He also talks to me now :)

Half Jack, Half Jill

So, as you all know, Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.
But they never said that Jill broke her crown... so what happened to her?
Did she go crazy from having her other half die? Does she hear his voice in her head, telling her to toss herself down the stairs, or off of a cliff?
Does he drive her insane to the point where she doesn't believe she's Jill anymore?
When she looks in the mirror, so she see Jill? ... Or Jack?
Is her brothers lost soul actually inside of her, speaking to her, Or is she making it up, and she's just schizophrenic like the doctors say?
Who would you believe?
Her? or Them?

Noise

The quiet sooths me. It's peaceful and relaxing... yet at the same time it terrifies me. Makes me think that there's someone out to get me.
I hate it when it's loud. When everyone is talking as loud as they can, all at the same time.  Yet noise calms me. Makes me feel secure and like I'm not alone.
I guess I'm just one big paradox...

Aliens

Everyone stared as I walked in late to my first class of the day. I was soaked and cold because it had started to rain on my walk to the school. I should have expected as much though. It is England after all.
I took a seat in the back as usual and unzipped my back pack. Good, nothing got too wet. I pulled out my notebook and set it on the table. I used my shirt to wipe off my glasses so I could actually see.
I heard some people up front snicker and when I looked up the teacher was glaring at me.
"Why so late Mr. Hurst?" He asked with a thick English tone.
"I walk to school, remember?"
"Yes, but normally your not this late."
I sighed. "Well Rodger it also started raining... if you can't tell, and on top of that I was abducted by aliens for a few years, but when they brought me back it had only been a few minutes in our time. Just enough time to make me late too."
A few people laughed and some shook their head, but he look on his face was priceless.
After all, you can't really send a Schizophrenic person to the principle.

Heaven Help Us

Donovan Layne Hurst Isn't your typical teenager.
He was diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, but that was just a cover up of what was actually going on.
He could talk to the dead.
He learned to ignore them when he grew older, but he messed up one day.
Abigale was murdered and she isnt leaving untill she finds out who killed her. Thats where Donny comes in.
He agrees to help her, but he has his own problems as he is soon struck my a sickness.
Will they find out who the murderer is?
Will Donny get over his sickness?
well I suppose you will just have to find out.

Washed away

Everything that gets washed away durring a storm always ends up on the mudy banks of the bridge near the local park. No one knows why.
It just does.
Even the body of a young girl by the name of Abigale May Hunt.
Her body was found by a young child that was looking for his toy that he left out in the rain. He figured that it would end up underneath the bridge so he went to look. But the poor child didnt know he would find her.
17 year old Abigale Hunt drowned possibly durring a flash flood and was swept away by the water.
But no one really knows.
She had been dead under there for almost a week.

I found all of this out on the news. Poor girl. She was young too.
Well it looks like i'll be avoiding that spot now.
Murder victims never pass on right away.

Candy Land

Life is nothing like a game of candy land. Even though I've never personally played the game. Life is more like a mix between Monopoly, Sorry, Cranium, and maybe even risk. It probably has more mixed in, but I'm not a board game kind of person. but candy land isn't one of them. Life's much harder than that. It's never ending like monopoly and money is a big deal (haha get money) and you have to take a lot of risks and fight for certain things. You also have to be pretty smart if you want to be successful. And there's always a chance to loose everything you have.
Life's not candy land.