Emma Allan pulled up in front of the Pepper house. Sighing to herself she got out of the car. Emma worked for the Pepper’s as a babysitter, though no one was dumb enough to call her that. Her temper was a short enough fuse as is, no need to insult her to make it even shorter. She is a child care provider. Emma opened the door and walked on in, not even bothering to knock.

“Good morning everyone.” Emma called out. Just as she had every morning for the last 5 months.

As Emma entered the living room she saw Kat laying on the floor with a bottle though Kat was so absorbed in the TV she didn’t see Emma. Grace was sitting on the couch with the remote in her hand. Lucy was most likely in the bathroom as she was every morning and god only knew where Keith was.

“Morning Em. How was your weekend?” Asked Grace, pretending to be interested. Emma knew better. Grace only asked to make the morning conversation go quicker so she could get back to her favorite show, Sabrina the Teenage Witch.

“It went well. How was your?”

“It was fine. Thank you for asking.”

Emma rolled her eyes. Why the fuck am I working today? It’s Christmas for fucks sake. I swear if Grace keeps this shit up I’m going to kill her.

“Morning Emma. Keith’s already left for work. I’m going to be gone most of the day. Thank you for coming. We really appreciate it.” Lucy said, coming out of the bathroom.

“Any time Luc.” Like I had a fucking choice. You think my fucking mother would let me say no to you!?

After Lucy left, Emma went to fix herself some breakfast. She grabbed Kat something to eat while she was at it. I wish I could quit this job. Maybe mum will let me. If not I swear I’m going to snap!

“Grace, do you want anything to eat? I’m just having a bagel but I can make you something.”

“I’m fine. I’ll have something later.” Of course. What a bitch.

Emma grabbed her and Kat’s breakfast and went into the living room. As soon as Kat saw her she began to scream. Oh yeah, today is going to be a hellish day. Emma set down her things next to her recliner and went to pick up the screaming shit machine.

Scooping Kat up in her arms Emma sat down. After getting comfortable she attempted to feed Kat. Of course there was no way in hell Kat was having any part of that. She continued to scream her little lungs out.

“CAN YOU SHUT HER UP!?” Grace screamed over Kat’s wails. Oh no she didn’t! I’ve had it!

Emma started to snap. “Grace. Why don’t you go play in heavy fucking traffic you fucking whinny little bitch!”

Grace stared at Emma in disbelief. Emma looked ready to kill. “Oh wait until I tell my mother. Say good bye to your job! God I’ve been trying to get rid of you since day one. Now I’m finally going to get my wish.”

Trust me love your going to get more than that. I’m going to make it so you don’t care about ANYTHING anymore. Neither of you will.

Emma stood up and walked silently to the kitchen, leaving Kat on the living room floor. Slowly she opened up the knife drawer. Taking her time, she chose the sharpest, most menacing looking knife her hands could find.

“Oh Grace. I have something for you. Why don’t you come see what it is?”

Grace walked into the kitchen, a bored look on her face. I can’t wait to wipe that look of your face, Grace-less bitch.

“What is it you have for me?”

“Oh I made you some kool-aid. It’s your favorite. Would you like some?”

“Sure but kissing up won’t make me not tell my mother.” Oh yes it will because after I’m done with you, talking won’t be an option.

Emma poured Grace a glass of Kool-aid that she had made yesterday. When she was sure Grace wasn’t looking, she slipped in a little bit of Klorzeen into the Kool-aid and offered it to Grace.

Grace drank it without noticing anything off. As Emma ran her thumb down the blade hidden behind her back, the Klorzeen took effect. Grace started having trouble standing straight and she couldn’t find the strength to talk. After about minute or so of struggling Grace slumped to the floor, unmoving.

Emma grabbed Grace by her ankle and dragged her into the living room. Ah this is going to be so much FUN! Slowly she stretched Grace out so that she looked like an angel on the carpet.
Emma decided that Kat’s death should be quick and painless because she was just a baby after all.

After thinking it over she walked back into the kitchen with a bottle of sleeping pills in her hand. Quietly she ground them up and put them in a bottle with some milk. Walking back to the girls, Emma passed the stereo and turned it on. Cry Little Sister was just beginning to play. What a perfect song for this glorious occasion.

Emma gave Kat the bottle and laid her down on the sofa in a peaceful position. She covered her with a blanket to keep her warm as her life slipped out of her fingers.

Emma walked over to Grace and carefully cut a few slits on each wrist. Not deep enough to gush but not shallow enough to stop bleeding on there own. Grace would slowly bleed to death.

“To bad you can’t talk. I would love to know what it’s like to know your dying and not being able to do a damn thing about it. Who knows maybe in the next life you can tell me all about it. However I think your going to have to wait a while for me to join you. I don’t plan on dying any time soon,” said Emma, no sound of
remorse or regret in her voice.

Emma started to make small cuts here and there all over Grace’s body. Letting the blade really sink in. Moisture was gathering around Grace’s eyes. Tear’s she wasn’t able to cry. As if to keep with her earlier promise of never being able to tell anyone what happened today, Emma cut out Grace’s tongue.

Emma went back to her chair and got comfortable as she waited for the life to slowly drain out of Grace’s body. She picked up her book and read as she watched. There was terror in Grace’s eyes and something else…something more. It was knowledge. The knowledge that she wasn’t going to survive this and there was nothing anyone could do, knowledge that her baby sister was already dead. Pure bliss. Such a wonderful success. To bad all murder’s can’t end so beautifully.

Suddenly Emma was being shaken violently.
“There you are sleepy head. God I thought you might have slipped into a coma there for a second. Merry Christmas! Come open your presents. There something else,” Emma’s mother said joyously.

“It was all just a dream…” muttered Emma to herself, “Just a really nice dream…”

This is a question many people have asked and attempted to answer. Personally as a Pagan I don't believe in just one central God but instead many Gods and Goddesses. I believe though that wheather or not there is a "God" is not about what a book says or a mass of people but what our heart's and soul's say. Religion is needed in life because we all need somthing to believe in. Even Atheist's have religion in there own way. They believe that there is no higher power and that the only person or thing they can believe in is themselves. Our beliefs inflence everything we do in our lives. From what to wear to what to eat. However getting back on topic, God's existance relays souly on what we believe. In conclussion, God's existance is completely personal.

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 I remember when my Gram's died....It was March 4th...The day before my 8th birthday...I loved her so much...She was about 75 and she had lung cancer so we knew it was coming...I was there that night...I went and said good night to her...She was sleeping so soundly...The next morning I went to get her up and she wouldn't wake up...I remember thinking that it was just the medication she was on...Then my grandma came in and told me that Grams must have passed on sometime in the night...I rememeber I spent my whole birthday crying...I still hate my birthday...I never look forward to it...Most people have a party for there birthday's...I go see a headstone...

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I want a love like Corey and Topanga. I want a man I can go to when I look my worst and still say, "You're beautiful," and mean it. I want a man who sees me crying and asks, "Who's ass an I kicking today??" I want a guy who knows everything about me and loves me just the same. Someone to hold me tight when nothing in the world seems right. A hopeless romantic that isn't afraid to say, "Yeah she's mine. I love her," even in front of his friends. Someone that respects me, trusts me, and cares for me. I want someone who teases me as I read. Who kisses my gently for no reason and passionatly when the time is right. I want a man that isn't afraid to cuddle. I want a love like Troy and Gabriella. I want it all. The man of my dreams, children to love, and a house to do it all in. But what I want most of all is someone I can be truly happy with. So far I have had no luck. I don't want someone perfect. I want someone that is perfect because of his imperfections.