(MP2 5) Dead Like Me

Eighteen-year-old Georgia is a college drop-out. Her parents seem to hate her, and her little sister, Reggie, is almost invisible to her. That is, until she dies. She is on her thirty-five minute lunch hour (don't ask) when a toilet seat from space is plummeted into earths atmosphere, and hits her. She is immediately killed, and soon thereafter turned into a grim reaper, one of the undead. Her mission, wether she accepts it or not, is to collect the souls of people before they die. She hates seeing people die, and tries several ways to save these people, all of which have disastrous effects. She watches her parents and her sister, all of which see her, although do not know it's her. Her sister turns into "the queen of wierd", stealing toilet seats and hanging them on a tree, a 'toilet tree'. Her parents begin having more and more arguments, and her dad starts cheating on her mom with one of his young college students. What else can go wrong in Georgia's life, or should we say afterlife?
This is a movie and a television show, both very interesting. I personally suggest watching the show first, because the movie is more like a sequel. I strongly advise watching this exciting series, but take care to read the warning and make sure you advise watching it.
Warning: This show is not for the faint of heart, as there is blood. There are plenty of cuss words, as the main character seems to be a cuss-aholic. There is also talk about sexual situations, although there isn't actually any nudity. Viewer discretion is advised.

(MP2 4) Rain Falls By: Shayna Iaconi (other page)

Rain Falls

   

I was running through darkness with only the full moon as my guide. I didn’t see it at first, until all of a sudden I could hear the ocean behind me. It's gentle waves lapped against the shore. I saw a shadow in front of me. When it came into view, the shadow started to take the shape of my Grandma. She smiled at me with kindness that could make any depressed person put their head to the sun.

“Hello there, Annabelle. I’ve been waiting for you!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry I took so long. What’s wrong Grandma?  What’s going on?” I asked her.

“ I came to say good-bye, Annabelle, and to wish you a happy life.” she said. She wasn’t making any sense.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I explained. She shook her head. One tear streaked from her eye, and then she disappeared.

I woke up because my mom was crying so hard. I thought all of the water in her body would disappear. I ran downstairs only to find my mom on the floor while my dad tried to comfort her. My dad's shoulders were soaked from her tears.

“What’s wrong?” I asked my dad.

“Your Grandma died in her sleep last night from a heart attack,” he explained to me. I remembered my dream, and ran up to my room. I cried until my eyes were dry. I sat in my room staring at the computer. I was at the point where I was too sad to cry.

I sulked for days, unable to hear my parents talking about the funeral and unable to see the sun. I felt dead inside. Like a part of me was ripped out. On the day of the funeral it rained all day. My Grandma used to say rain is God's tears. I never believed her until today.

When everybody left, I stayed behind. I just stared at the gravestone that replaced my dearly beloved Grandma. When I started to walk away, I noticed a shadow watching me. When I started walking towards it, the shadow looked more like a boy about my age. All of a sudden he disappeared.

I never saw that boy again. I looked for someone who might look like him, at my school, but no one was even close. It rained for days and days. I hadn’t seen the sun in what felt like weeks. The weather reminded me of what I felt inside. My Grandma would always say that if you put your head to the sun, the light would always find you. The sun was nowhere in sight. Only clouds that created darkness. The rain fell from the heavens until our little town was consumed with water.

(MP2 3) A tune so good (Poem for other page)

A tune so good, so hard to find
A melody that soothes the mind
But even harder, never found
An artist that will hold their ground
The ground they stand on may be weak
And when they step, it may creak
But they must stay, still and strong
Because they soon can be gone
And if they make
But one mistake
*POOF*