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Chapter One.
The ______s were the most powerful, most esurient family in Chicago. Samuel ______ I owned the LaSalle Hotel, but disappeared mysteriously after the LaSalle Hotel fire in 1946. Since he was presumed dead, his son, Samuel _____ II inherited a large estate and millions of dollars. Samuel II was the greediest of them all, and nearly doubled the _____ fortune. Exactly twenty years later, Sammy II disappeared, also under mysterious circumstances. So, the Great _____ Inheritance went to Samuel III. Samuel III fell off the radar five years after his father’s disappearance, soon after marrying wife, Claire LaRue. He insisted she not change her name for reasons unknown. He wouldn’t even tell his own daughter.

Chapter Two.
Alexis stepped out of Walter Rothafel Prep and into the brisk Chicago wind. Her backpack weighed her down heavily as she hopped down the steps and onto the hard pavement.
“Whoa! What’s all that?” her best friend Saul laughed as he took her backpack off her tired shoulders.
“Research. For out family history projects,” she said nonchalantly, “Give me my backpack!”
Saul had started running down the busy sidewalk, bumping the overstuffed bag into innocent passersby, mumbling “Sorry!” and laughing until he couldn’t go on any longer. Alexis had caught up by now, and they were fighting over the backpack, neither trying very hard to gain control.
“Ok, you win,” Saul said finally, gasping for air. “Oh shit, I’m late. See you tomorrow, Rich.” Alexis smiled at the nickname, and waved down the street after him.

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“This family’s history isn’t very interesting. Why would you want to do a report on it?” her father spat when Alexis told him about her project. “Why don’t you write about your mother’s?”
“Well, since I know your grandfather owned that hotel that burnt down, you’d probably be more interesting, wouldn’t you?” she said politely. Alexis was good at many things, including being very persuasive.
But her father wasn’t buying. “My father and grandfather were both businessmen. There is nothing interesting about BUSINESSMEN.”
“What business were they in, Father?” she smiled sweetly.
“My father was a banker, and his owned a hotel,” he muttered. She sensed he was cracking down. A few more questions, and….
“Samuel!” her mother called from the parlor. A second later she popped in and held out the phone. “Oh, there you are, Samuel. You have a call.” Her mother was a small woman, mid-forties, slightly creased, but always poised. Today she wore a light yellow suit and raspberry lipstain smeared across her taut mouth. Something’s wrong, Alexis thought as she watched her mother walk briskly out of the room. She’s worried.
“Hello?” her father said calmly, but there was a hint of… apprehension. “I’d rather not speak of that,” he whispered, shielding the phone with his hand. Alexis peered curiously, worried, at the phone. He shot her a glance and went into his office, shutting the door behind him.

New story

here's what i have so far:

The ______s were the most powerful, most esurient family in Chicago. Samuel ______ I owned the LaSalle Hotel, but disappeared mysteriously after the LaSalle Hotel fire in 1946. Since he was presumed dead, his son, Samuel _____ II inherited a large estate and millions of dollars. Exactly 20 years later, Sammy II disappeared also, under mysterious circumstances. So, the Great _____ Inheritance went to Samuel _____ III.

a few things id like to know:
1. some suggestions for the last name. i was thinking Ashworth?
2. where do i go from here?

i know what i want to story to be about, a plucky aspriring detective who is Sam III's daughter, wants to learn about her family's mysterious past, discovers what Really happened to her grand/great-grandfather. Mystery. many dangers, maybe- killed by the mob, went into hiding because of a secret, or.... ?

I Wanna Be Your Shoebox

this book is amazing. it got me to tears in chapter one. one of the best i've ever read. im only on chapter 3, but i can already tell that i love it! ive been looking for a book like this for a long time, and i almost didnt get it when i was at the book shop. but im so glad i did! ((squeal))

chapter 1

I woke up to the bright sun streaming in throuh the blinds. It was one of those mornings that aren't really worth it. I groaned and turned to face my alarm clock. 7:15 it shouted at me in blinding green numbers. I squinted at the bright neon and shoved Sandy off my pillow. The Chihuahua had nestled herself right by my head.
I rolled out of bed and turned on my favorite All-American Rejects CD before I stood in front of my mirror. My hair had worked its way into a side-ponytail, even though I sleep sprawled on my stomach.
I was wearing my favorite pajamas, the only ones I hope I’m wearing if someone from school randomly decides to stop by one morning, a white tee shirt with giant multicolored clown fish from an aquarium in New Orleans and baggy red pants with white reindeer leaping across them.
My uniform sits neatly folded on my desk chair, untouched. A drab cotton death-trap, I like to think of it. It’s not too bad, just very stuffy and stiff. A white polo and a red, white, blue and green plaid pleated skirt.

Just as ‘Gives You Hell’ comes on, my mom knocks on my door to see if I’m awake. I ignore her.
Apparently, she doesn’t understand that if I was asleep, my CD player wouldn’t be on, and she opens the door just as I pull on the polo.
“Pancakes, or bagel?” she asks.
“Pancakes. With extra chocolate chips.” I stroll across the room to get to the bathroom when my sister rushes in before I even get to the hall. I sigh and go downstairs to see if my dad is up, not bothering to shut my door.
“Don’t forget, you have soccer practice after school, “Dad says as I grab a fresh pancake, hot off the stove. ‘Sunshine’ wafts down into the kitchen. I start singing along under my breath when I hear Cailin shut her door, signaling my turn for the bathroom.
“Better get up there before she changes her mind,” Dad says, not bothering to look up from his paper and OJ. Arsenal suffered an exceptionally bad loss last night, so he’s a little off.

I brush my hair and wash my face in a daze as I think about today. A math test, vocab quiz, crispito day at lunch. I leap onto my bed to reach over and turn off the ‘Rejects. 7:45 says the clock. Fifteen minutes.
I pull on my black converse and grab another pancake before rushing out the door, almost forgetting my bag and purse.
Dad’s waiting in the truck; this is routine. Always waiting on me, I think as I hop into the back seat. I’m 12 years old and still not allowed in the front seat.
Sure, I’m only 5 foot, but Gracie’s 4’8 and she sits in front. Life’s hard.

Dad drops me off and I run towards the doors. “Forgot your purse!” he yells after me. Great. I slide into homeroom just as the late bell rings. 8:07. better than yesterday.


I'll post a chapter a day if i can!

Duh nuh NUHH

yesturday i had the strongest urge to play with bratz dolls. wierd, much? so, i dug out my old dolls and pretended they were olympians competing in different sports. they alll won gold medals and there was a very beautiful and moving ending ceremony. haha im a geekk.

Another (did i spell that right? it doesnt look right for some reason.) dreary day in CinCinn. ohh, summer, where did you go? i miss your gleeful ways.

Avada-Kadavra!

does anyone else randomly choreograph dances to their favorite songs in their head? i do it all the time...
so i guess you could call me a harry potter nerd, even though i havent even read all the books. me and my friends gave each other boyfriends from the series. mine is... draco malfoy. Oooo! haha apparently we have a child named Scorpius. i gave him Voldemort as a godfather ;)
though having a dead person as a godparent defeats the purpose... VOLDEMORT IS ALIVE!

by the wayy, i learned a new word today: 1. esurient- hungry; greedy
love it!

Excited!

i'm SO excited because...
1. fresh choco-chip pancakes for breakfast!
2. Ryan Renolds/Lady Gaga SNL is recorded!
3. new episode of iCarly to watch
4. just realized you can win random things for free on Sorority Life by just clicking on a fortune cookie!
5. i came up with a really good story idea and now all i have to do is start...

Ahhhh! busy dayy

Cry

a poem i wrote called cry.

I cry and cry
until the tears won't come anymore.
I cry for my sorrows,
everyone's sorrows,
the world's sorrows.
I cry for good things
that are over.
I cry for the happy things.
I cry for the way
my crush looks at me
with those amazing blue eyes,
that shaggy blonde hair,
laughing,
dancing at the sight of me,
at my words.
I cry for how I'm broken,
deep, deep down.
I cry Alone.
With no one to hold me.