When I first stared high school, a girl named Denise was always’s going out of her way to completely ruin my day, she would just always find a way to humiliate me or hurt me, even going so far as to locking me inside a small closet for the entire weekend.a few years later I decided to get even with her, me and her always had to do inventory at the School Store on Saturdays (for getting introuble), in a back room that the teacher left us for hours to just count pencils.

This whas where I was getting back,

The Janitor

Chapter 3

DS Oliver sat at his desk, a second cup of coffee going cold in a Styrofoam cup, a skin forming on the surface. He cleared a space, lent back in the chair and put his crossed feet up, his hands clasped behind his head, eyes half closed as he thought about the case.

He had read the diary from cover to cover. He was disgusted at the putrid mind of the Janitor and his complete lack of regard for the women in his block. He thought that the rest of the residents had had a lucky escape by not being attractive to the little worm.

As I walked out my house, I lifted my hood and headed into the night, anyone who would have seen me from behind the curtains or in a car would think of me as being sinister and suspicious and they would be correct as I headed towards the town. It was a Friday night and I was looking for a drunk girl to have sex with, I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay or pulling. I just wanted sex.

It was a dull Monday morning as always, me and my sister were getting ready to go to school, we're twins, both 18, she has a slim body with the perfect long bronzed legs, long wavy golden blonde hair that always falls perfectly in front of her eyes, and a dainty size of 5ft 5, me on he other hand, a tall 6ft, short spikey blonde hair, and a well earned 6 pack, I walked past Natasha's room, I noticed she had the door open a little, she must of thought that she was alone because when our parents were in she would always keep the door closed.

My name is Dave, I'm 18 6'1 and muscular. When I was in high school, I became friends with this kid Jason Simms. We hung out playing games at my house the typical things high school friends do. One weekend Jason invited me over to his house to sleep over. I've never been to the Simms household before. I met Jason's dad John outside in their garage. He was pretty cool guy hanging around some guys fixing a truck and drinking beer.

I know there has to be something wrong with this apartment. No one rents out a huge loft like this for one-tenth of the market value unless it's haunted or something. But since I haven't found a steady job yet, I don't really have a lot of options. This is all that I can afford.

I search the place thoroughly, but I can't find anything obviously wrong with it -- no rats, no roaches, no bloodstains, and the plumbing and electricity both work. I go to bed feeling extremely lucky.

When I wake up, though, it's a different story.

College Baby-

I felt the cool water envelope my body as I dove into the pool. The water felt so good after the workout I had just completed at the gym. It was my routine, every morning at six, workout, swim, shower, and then head to my class. Such was the schedule of this college girl.

Victoria’s Passage

2.

Taken

Arrival, the slave market.

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn’t bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set.