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I was excited. This was my first ever mission after being in training for three years. People said it was hard and frightening but I didn't believe them. ‘They just wanted to put me off,' I said to myself. Adrenalin pumped through my body as I paced up and down the plane. I just couldn't keep the excitement from bursting out, in sudden yelps of joy. But all this stoped as I put on my parachute and jumped out.

There are the people who have bad days, and then there are the people who have really bad days, and then there's me. This was the worst day of my life. Even though l hadn't lived that long I was sure l would never, in fact could never have a worst day than this. This was the day that my twin sister, my other half, my Nelly, committed suicide.

A banging roused me from my deep slumber. I recognised the sound instantly though my thoughts were still blurry with sleep. The tinny banging of the screen door was easy to recognise. It was dark outside. I looked at the time; 2am. No one would be up this early, would they? I walked in to the kitchen, curious. That was when I realised something was wrong.

Mr. McCoy sat in his study and stared around him. His eyes rested on the newspaper clippings, neatly framed on the wall. ‘McCoy saves the day again', ‘PI McCoy finds cleaner guilty'. On and on it went, covering the entire space. His life's work in black and white. He waited idly for a call to come requesting his services once again. He wondered what it would be this time. Murder? He hoped not. He didn't know if he could look at another bloody corpse or interview another weeping wife. The depression of the job was starting to eat away at him. Soon there would be nothing left.

He stared at me. His wide red eyes bulging. The hair on his neck stood up a deep growling came from his chest. His muscles flexed as he waited for me to move. He was huge, over eight feet tall and covered in muscle like a wrestler but he was much scarier then any wrestler I'd ever seen. His body was covered in dark shaggy hair. He smiled showing his fangs, dripping with the blood of his kill. I stared, rooted to the spot. All of a sudden he lunged, a deep growl ripping from his chest.

i couldn't get on to the wiki thing. it said 'wiki not found'.

Mmm...........

I think that the TV station is ok. It is a different sort of learning and I think that it is good to learn different things. I don't like the technology but then I'm not very good at it. I do like being a producer with Jenna. It's fun working things out but we don't really have much to do because we don't run people's TV shows.

I think that if we continue with the TV station we will get better at it. I also think it will get better if there more computers for people to edit on - that way everybody will have something to do. I think that we could add a few different sorts of shows though because all the ones we've got now are similar...... maybe something funny.

I can't believe I'm saying this but I think we should do some other work too because even though this is good in some ways we need to learn the normal stuff too.

SORROW

If sorrow could be a colour it would be a darkish bluish black,

If sorrow was a flower it would be a withered dieing rose,

If sorrow was an injury it would be a dagger through the heart,

If sorrow was a sound it would be a lonely dieing scream,

And if sorrow was an animal it would be a small and slimy newt.

MEALS

Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

If you don't eat these you'll get thinner.

VAMPIRE

Predator, Monster, Beast of Pray

Comes out in the night and not in the day.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND

Why people eat bananas

Why people think my laugh is annoying

Why people don't read harry potter

And why people like school uniform

BUT MOST OF ALL...

Why people kill people

Why there are wars

Why people are racist

And why people are mean

WHAT I UNDERSTAND IS...

Why the sun shines

Why the sky is blue

Why we breath

And why we laugh