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Alone My mother and father had just left the house to go to the movies. I was baby-sitting my two little sisters when the doorbell rang. I knew that I shouldn't answer the door for obvious reasons, but something drew me to open it. I saw a man at the door and said, "Can I help you?" He looked at me and stared, as if he didn't hear me the first time. I repeated myself several times, but he just stared. I remembered that he might be deaf, and taking three years of sign language, I signed 'Can I help you?' He nodded, heavily and then pushed me aside and stepped in. I signed 'Do I know you? Do my parents know you?' He nodded again. And then stared at the back wall with the picture of a strange figure that came with the house. My father wanted to throw it away, but my mother said it would go with her new wallpaper. Anyway, back to the story. He automatically sat at the kitchen table, like he knew where everything was in the house. I asked him what his name was and he shook his head no. I asked him again and he shook his head no, more seriously this time. I started to get scared for myself and my two baby sisters in the house. I told him to wait there and I would be back later. I ran into the next room and picked up the phone to call the police. But when I picked up the phone, I didn't hear a dial tone; I heard breathing ... deep breathing. I hung up the phone and stared into the kitchen. The man was still sitting there, he hadn't moved. I called the kids upstairs and I locked them in my room so he wouldn't hurt them or whatever he planned to do. Then I ran into my parents room to get the cordless, so I could peek into the kitchen to see if he picked up the phone. When I went downstairs, I looked into the kitchen. 'Good,' I thought. 'He's still sitting down. Now I can call.' But when I clicked the phone, I heard breathing, even though he was sitting down. I screamed and hid behind the wall. I didn't like this. When I looked to see if he heard me (I screamed so loud that even a deaf man could hear me) he was gone. I don't know what happened, but when I looked at the picture on the wall, there was the man; he was staring at me and occasionally he would blink. I told my parents and they didn't see the man there. Only I could see him. I don't know why, but I am never alone anymore.

Bittersweet November The man was older than the last time we met, and there was a moment when I heard his voice for the first time in almost a year. It was like meeting him for the first time. It seemed his parole was on the day of the festival. The windows were down and a breeze came in, It wasn't so cold as there was still plenty of sun. His face was on the ocean. The old man placed his hand on my leg, and as I pulled over he went down the hill. The tide wasn't in, but even so the night was coming. He took off his clothes and as he swam out he said: “We were here once. It was a certain kind of day, almost nice.” He came back and sat down next to me, father chuckled for the first time I heard him laugh. We stood up and walked along the shore until our feet were wet. I turned back to see he had already made his way up the hill, as if he didn’t want to drift out to sea. When we got into town everyone was already at the fairgrounds, beginning to go on the Ferris wheel and eat caramel apples. My father wanted to see a movie. The theater was showing an old one, some old b-movie that no one would know except my father. We went in and both had popcorn. The film wasn’t so bad. The plot dealt with some handsome gentleman saving the day against the forces of evil, and the evil--that seemed to make everyone feel so bad--left. The girl was beautiful; we both thought she was fine. The big man wanted to eat at the dinner across the street. He mentioned long ago, that the place served the best steak and eggs. I always had the biscuits and gravy. When we ordered he also had the same thing as me. The waitress was cute, she saw me looking at her and blushed. When the old man went out for a smoke she sat next to me and began to pinch my cheeks. I didn’t worry if the old man saw me. By the time it was dark we had already spent a full day in the town. That was all there was to do, see a movie, eat food, and swim a mile in the ocean. The girl even gave me her number. We had to go back to the jailhouse and we didn't speak the whole way there. The place had a shade of gray, and the fence still had wire all the way through the fence. I turned off the car. He didn’t say goodbye, but nodded as he made his way to the entrance. The girl waited for me until the dinner closed, but she didn't seem to care that my father was looking at her up and down; those kind of things you seem to forget. We weren't so tired, and she desperately wanted to see the festival. I heard the caramel apples were good, the Ferris wheel was also fine. Everything was bitter sweet that night. After the fair she began to slow down; I drove around looking for where she might live. On the Ferris wheel we snuggled, and like a gentleman I gave her my coat, even if it wasn’t that cold out.

Cheese Cake When your soul is listless, wan and weary and you know not what to do; You need a lift, a comfort zone, to sink and curl into... You need something to nurture you, To heal your tired heart; Something soothing, something soft, A begin a fresh new start... And so I tried some chocolate, no good...its way too sweet; And then I tried a cup of tea, But I just can't take the heat.. I read somewhere that baking, is wholesome, good and fun, and so I thought I'd bake a cake, and perhaps please someone... A chocolate cake is way too rich, Its so done and quite a bore, And so i ventured into cheesecakes, rich in comfort lore... I crushed some biscuits tenderly and formed a buttery base, And blended eggs and cottage cheese, in an anticipatory haze... And as I plucked it from the heat, my heart all filled with glee.. Blushing golden, all aglow, Like the sun beneath the sea... It cut like butter, soft but firm, (just like we should be); Eyes closed, I sat and ate it up, knees curled underneath me... I nearly purred in complete bliss, as it passed my eager lips, as it crept into my hungry heart, and settled gently on my hips...

The Silliest Teacher In The School Our teacher gave detention to the fountains in the hall. She handed extra homework to the artwork on the wall. We saw her point a finger at a banner and a sign. She said their bad behavior was completely out of line. The principal approached her and said, “What is all this fuss? I heard you tried to punish all the tires on a bus. You’ve made the teachers angry by disrupting all their classes, So if you want to keep this job, you have to wear your