Things I will never do.

There are many things I would not do. A few of them are that I will never go into a corn maze, I will never get involved with drugs, and also I will not settle down in the midwestern states. Those are the big three things that I will not do.
A few years ago I went to a birthday party for my friend. The party was a corn maze because it was in October. I did not realize at that time, that I was allergic to corn stalks. Once I was in the maze, it took forever to get out. From that point on, I made a vow to never get into a corn maze. It was not fun, and cause a lot of pain for mant days.
The second thing I will never do, is that I will never get involved with drugs. By doing drugs, they will ruin any chance of becoming a doctor or a police officer. They will also end up being an addiction, and I do not want to even start that road of issues. I will not ruin my future for a silly little buzz. It just does not make sense.
The third one, I will never settle down in the midwestern states, is highly important. I have extremely bad allergies, and in autumn and spring, I literally want to rip my nose off. The midwestern states are the highest pollenated states, and the worst places to be during autumn and spring. When I have the chance to choose where I will live, I will not pick a place I know will cause me trouble.
Each of those three things will cause me pain and issues, and I will never put myself in the position to do them. I will never do any of these things, no matter what happens. There are many other things I will not do, but these are the ones I will fight against the most.

Finish the story.

She was sure this was where she had left him. She only left a few hours ago, and besides, a dead body can't move. The young girl aged 15 went on a frantic search throughout the forest to find the body. By the time dusk had arrived, she was sure she had searched the entire grove. As she decided to call it a night she felt an odd sensation flow through her bones. At that exact moment, she knew something was not right. Something was terribly wrong.
The teenage girl had decided to check up on her family. They only lived a few minutes away from the grove she was in. As the girl got nearer and nearer she began to realize what the lights were. The blue flashing lights were in front of her house. As she finally got near enough to her home she saw a blood chilling scene. Her mother and sister were strung up on ropes on the front windows. On the door though, was what had changed the girl. On the door was a body that looked too familiar. It was the missing body. The girl instantly knew she had caused her families death, and for all years to come, she never forgave herself. The girl went into a physcotic state and had to be on watch. The memory of her families bodies, burned in her mind forever.

Bottled Memory

The memory I would want to bottle up is the memory of a day in my childhood. In this day I was probably 2 or 3 so I barely remember it. That day though, that memory, involves my grandmother. This memory is the only one I have of her. This memory is more like a glimpse then a full out memory, but this is what I would choose to always remember. I remember sitting on my bed in the early morning throwing stuffed animals at her. She was sitting a foot away from the bed in a chair and was throwing them back to me. I could barely get them to her because I had guard rails on my bed and I was little. I dont remember much except for that and the feeling of complete happiness and relaxation I felt while throwing the animals at her. She was throwing them back laughing, which sparked me to laughing. That's all I remember of it, but what I do remember makes me smile every time. I would open this bottle every time I wasn't feeling happy to make myself smile. I dont remember anything else of her, but just that little bit, shows me of her power and love. That is the memory I would bottle up. That is the most important memory too me.

Number 1 rule.

My number one rule for everyone to follow would to is that people shouldn't be allowed to repeatedly click pens or mechanical pencils. When pens or pencils are constantly clicked it literally drives me insane. My mind can not fathom how others do this without it bothering them. If people click them their should be the ability for others to take them away. If that happens you would be left without means of writing, halting you from work. The ones who are frustrated from the clicks also cant work because their mind is focused on ignoring your obsessive clicking. So in total two or more people cant work. The clicks aren't helping anyone. The world would be so much easier if the constant clicks were eliminated. I know of course accidents happen, but their are some people who do it on purpose. Those people should be given other means of writing. Like wooden pencils, or twist pens. The world would be a better place without those clicks.