• the HATERS vs. the lovers
    By: Abby hoback


















    PREFACE
    Have you ever been in a fight, with the same kind as you? Have you ever brought that simple fight to a war? Was that fight between two very different but very same species? I have been there. The day was short and cold, the night was long and dark. And then, nothing left, but me…


    Chapter 1: LOST
    A bright yellow creature darted out. It went “WOOSH!” Right past me. I jumped out, and hissed so loud, that Sunny stopped and let out a long, lanky meow to let me know that she knew.
    “Now why would you be running after a small light In the window?” I said.
    “Well, I am just bored!” said Sunny.
    “Too much enthusiasm I say.”
    And then, sunny darted again. But this time she smelled something. I followed. The scent smelled familiar. But I could not remember what that scent was. So I just altered my direction, because it could be a trap. And then, a little black, not even 4 month old kitten ran in front of me and said, “got to find her, where is she? Where can little precious be?”
    “Who is little precious?” asked I.
    “My stuffed animal! I cant find her!”
    “Well, I will help! What does he, she, it look like?”
    “Well, first of all, little precious is a she. SHE is my size & brown. She is a cat animal. And she smells like cat n**!”
    “So that was the familiar smell?”
    “What?”
    “Oh, nothing. Come on. I have a keen sense of smell, and I can smell her! Lets go!”
    I followed the smell. And then I found Sunny. Sunny was smelling around chanting, “I smell it, and it smells so, so good!” We looked all around and to our surprise, Tracker found it. Tracker is a small mole, that like me, has a keen sense of smell.
    “Oh! Midnight! There you are! I have been looking for you!” Tracker said, looking over at me.
    “Why? What’s wrong!?”
    “Oh. I have been meaning to give you back your LOST series about the lost cats. I loved them! Do you have anymore?”
    “Yes I do. I have the rest of the series. Books 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, and 17. They are really good.
    “Well, okay! I will come to your house and drop these off, and then I will take the others!”
    “Well, can you give Kay-Kay little precious back?”
    “Oh, this little doll? Yes! Here you go Kay-Kay!”
    “Thank you!” Kay-Kay said very happily.
    And so we went to my house, traded books. And then, there was a knock. It was kind-of a mad knock, and I got a little skittish. I have extreme trust issues, and right now, this smelt like danger. I know so because I smelt this right before my dad almost got dad-napped. I knew that this was probably a criminal. We have a lot of them, and I know each and everyone of their scents. And this smelt like Firestar. Firestar was the worst of the worst. He got his name because he is the biggest, and badest fighter on the Hate side. A long time ago, all the cats were divided into two groups. Haters and Lovers. On the Haters side, there are the bad guys. Lovers are the good ones. When a new cat was born, and there parents were Haters, they had to be put on that particular side. No matter if they like it or not. There is one family or maybe two, that are divided. Their mom is on the Lovers and their dad is a Hater. And he got to pick. And the day he picked, was the day his dad almost got dad-napped. And he chose… Chapter 2: Something Bad, means something worse
    I went to the door. And to my surprise it was not Firestar. It was my dad. He always had Firstar’s scent on him, because of that particular day. The horrid day that I will never forget. It was something bad, turned into something worse. It was a sunny day, and my friends all came over. My dad walked in and he hissed out a long sentence that I could not understand. But Caller heard everything. Caller is my buddy. He is tiny, but he had huge ears. When he was born he had these ears, and any cat born with large ears, could hear anything and everything. He told me what my dad said. I was frighten by the horrid saying.
    “the Haters are after him! They are running. They are coming! Take cover now. They seem to be hungry. So they are coming over here, for your dad! RUN!” said Caller.
    But it was too late. And Firestar got a hold of my dad. And that was it. Or so we thought. My dad got up, meowed and hissed and roared. We knew he was hurt. I went over there. He had a huge gaping hole in his side. I immediately took him to Dr. prowl. He was the best of the best. I watched as the doctor examined the wound. But it was to horrid to watch for long. I closed my eyes. And then at that moment, Dr. Prowl said “I’m sorry. But the wound is too big. Your dad may die.”
    I gasped at the word die. Knowing that I could loose my father. And I told him to perform the surgery anyways. And he did.
    To this day, my dad has scars in that particular spot. Luckily he lived. But he lives in agony of that one particular moment. I, too, live in that moment. The memory. The pain. The near-death experience. It was all too much for such a young cat. But I do think about that it could be worse.
    My dad had to come and tell me that he was leaving for his trip tomorrow. And I thought that this could be the end. Astonished, I gave him a hug and lightly meowed in his ear to tell him to be careful. And he just nodded his head, and walked away.
    Chapter 3: This Could Be the End
    My dad is gone. He left for the week. I am alone. All my friends cant play. They are all at cat church. And now, I am just sitting on my cold, stone porch. I am thinking about my mom, she passed three years ago. It was the last war that we had. The Lovers had too few of people to compete with the Haters. And my dad gave me the bad and horrid news. I wept for many days and nights. And still today I cry, every now and then. I miss her. I live alone in a white, house with blue walls. It is big, like a mansion, and it just a plain nightmare. All of the memories in this one house. Especially the one of my dad. I get chills whenever I walk out the door. But all I say in my head is “its okay. That was a long time ago, so I don’t have to worry. Agony has taken over my life.
    My dad left because he thought or knew that Firestar was out to get other cats. He was on the hunt. I would have gone, but my dad said I was too young for such a long trip. My dad brought Tracker, since he has such a keen sense of smell. But mine was a little better. But as long as my dad is safe, I don’t care who he brings. Whether it be me, or tracker. All I know is that he might die. And this could be the end of everything.
    Chapter 4: no return
    it has been a week and 1 day. And still, my dad has not returned. I gave him some paper and a pen, so he could write me a letter within the week he would be gone. And he never wrote me anything. I am starting to worry. But I have kept in thought that maybe he is on a good trail, and he has found Firestar’s scent. I just hope he is okay. If does not return soon, I am going after him.
    It has been another 4 days. And nothing. I tried to call him on his cell. But no answer. Went straight to cat-mail. I started to cry after that. I am going to give it a few more days. And hope for the best. But I don’t know what happened. I am trying not to think of the worst. I am hoping the same thing. He just found his scent, and is about to try and reason with the Haters and make some kind of treaty. My dad was a Hater, but then he had to cross over. He crossed over because his wife passed and I wanted to be a Lover, so he had no choice. But he is a great dad and very loveable. And I think he likes being a Lover.

    and the other...

    The Supernatural
    have you ever wondered about yourself? Have you ever wondered if there were some untold, unexplainable mystery that was lurking inside you? But the unexplainable part was, what if this was you? What if all these questions were answered, and the answer came upon, yes, that this was all true about you…

    I was 12 when I saw “it”. the unexplained “it”. I had no idea what to do. Was I supposed to run? Was I supposed to scream? Was I supposed to stand still until my “nightmare come true” “it” went away? I had no idea. All I know is that I wasn’t hallucinating. It was right there. Taunting me as if my brain really were playing tricks. But I saw “it”. “GO AWAY!” I yelled at “it”. it wouldn’t leave. So I just stood there, pretty sure the flesh on my body has turned a plain white. But the thing was, no one was there to see my face. Just me and “it”.
    “it” was a burned down old man that I saw in a dream once. He had shiny gray, burnt hair. He wore a plain whit tee, with baggy jeans. His eyes were burned out of socket, so I just saw two little tiny holes in his head, and an eyeball hanging off his cheek. He had a crooked half burnt nose that seemed to be peeling off skin every time he or “it” breathed. He had no mouth, seemed to be burnt off. He had one left ear with the tip of it off. He didn’t seem angry, just disturbed to still be on earth, instead of, where he was supposed to be. All he needed was help. You could tell because of how he just stood there seeming so desperate to get out. So I pretty much guessed he wanted to go. But yet, just the sight of him creped me out enough…
    So I ran for the flight of stairs leading back upstairs, from my cold stone, ugly basement, to my warm, carpeted, beautiful upstairs. As I went, I felt bad for “it’. I mean, it wasn’t, just disturbed. I knew that one day I will have to face “it” again. But not now, and not soon. As I ran through the door, I seemed to be so scared, I closed it, put on an extra lock, and duct taped firmly to stay shut. I wasn’t letting “it” bother my family, or me ever again. Or not soon at least. I ran to my room, right next to my sister chealsey’s room. Oh, by the way, my name is Clo, or Chloe. But everyone just calls me Clo. Chealsey was my only sibling. At the time, I was 12 and she was 12, we were biological twins. We look nothing alike though. I was short, with blonde hair, that had brown streaks in it, and my hair was naturally straight. I had almond shaped eyes, but were an icy light blue. I was merely Goth, I just liked the hair and style. But I still love color and stuff. I had a really cute boyfriend, that treated me like his girlfriend. But my sis, she was right the oppisite. She had naturally long, straight(the only thing the same) red-orange hair, that was so silky and beautiful. She was tall, and was towering over me all the time. She had beautiful shaped eyes, that were a very beautiful shade of green. And she always had a boyfriend that kept her, until he got bored of her, and started treating her badly, like a fly or spider. Always smashing her heart and making her mad. Her style was a prepish style and loved pink. I liked pink, it wasn’t a bad color, but I prefer red or black, or maybe even a blue-green. Depends on my mood.
    My mom got home somewhere around 6:00, and said my dad should be home soon. So we all started dinner. I told my om all about the basement incident and she gasped in horror and said “ohhhhh, I should have told you earlier. I’m so sorry!”
    “tell me what? Why so sorry?”
    “our family is known for s-s-s-…”
    “come one, say it!”
    “s-s-s-seeing the paranormal.”
    “Para-what!?” I exclaimed as I put the chicken in the grill.
    “paranormal. It means you can see unnatural stuff.”
    “such as spirits and ghosts?”
    “and more. Much, much more.”
    “like what?”
    “likte the future. As some would say. Also, you can read minds. You can speak to, and raise the dead. Rumors also state that you can have full trust in stuff. And our family has this. Me, no, it skipped a generation. I was hoping your grandma would be the last, since I didn’t have it. So I never told you…”
    And so the conversation went on, teaching me how to hopefully control these things. And how sorry she was. She also explained to me that she would get g-g, my grandma down to explain things to me. The more she explained, the more I thought about how cool this could be, and how fun. I thought of reading peoples minds, whenever and wherever I like. Well, after, my mom stated that I could. But I fely happy that I could at least control it.
    After my grandma got here, I felt relieved that she had, had as much fun with it as I hoped I would, she said it isn’t nothing bad, its hilarious in many ways. Also about how I could turn on, knock off, move and other stuff, stuff around the room. So we practiced. I got my paranormal stuff under control. At least tomorrow was Sunday. After that, she said the most fascinating thing ever. That if I could, I would come across many stuff, such as vampires and werewolves. I always had a weird suspicion that they were real. I seemed to be fascinated in them since the Twilight saga came out.
    Because of this, I wasn’t allowed in school until the teacher found out about me. Since there were no seacrets to us. We found out that Mrs. Harp seemed to have this. And a few students had it. So it wasn’t surprising. Since well, we live in Nightbell. Which I found out the night part meant “supernatural” and bell meant “state” where we live. I really don’t know how though. But I was glad to see stuff was going right. Until now, being 14 and all. I grew up seeing stuff, hearing stuff, doing stuff, knocked out a teacher, on accident, for making me mad. I didn’t mean to knock it off. I was just so upset… … but anyways. The years have been fun. Until my grandma put me to help saving my community. We saw the future, our ungrateful future. But there was a way for us to stop it. A way to save it. Get all supernatural people like us in, and find out what they knew, and what they could do. We had whitches, and vampires, and other supernatural creatures. We also had 4 shape shifters. And I found out being me, I was special. I was also a whitch, or could do what they do at least. And I was a shape shifter as well. And now, only being 14, I was put to a big responsibility. Along with a lot of others…
    There were 4 werewolves, 3 witches, which was pretty cool. We had 5 vampires, 6 paranormals like me. 4 shape shifters, 3 ghosts, which only the supernatural’s could see. The werewolves were name, Casey, lovely, Jake and john. The witches were, Sassy, Anna-bell, and Katie. The vampires were named, Alexis, Alicia, J-J, which was also John, but since we already had a john, we called him J-J, and Noah.the paranormals were, my grandma, my sister, Kayla, Chloe, not me but another one, Zack, and me. The shape shifters didn’t have names, because they had to stay under cover most of the time. So we called them Lee, Lou, Dug, and Happy. The ghosts went by there former names, which were Mary, Poppy, and Logan. And that was all of us. All 25 of us. Big group. I know…
    “where are we all going to hide out?” Zack asked as he pulled out his sleeping bag from the truck.
    “yeah? Us werewolves, which would not involve zack, need somewhere to sleep. We are huge!” John exclaimed as he shifted into a werewolf to remind my grandma that they were huge in fact.
    “all of us In Clo’s house of course!” my grandma said with a laugh.
    We all went in, as my mom watched us, and closed the door right before the ghosts could come in, which sort of made them mad, but they understood that she couldn’t see them, and walked right through the door. I know, creepy. We didn’t care what my mom though, all we knew was that we had somewhere to stay, but I lived here, so what was I worrying about? Anyways, after we all got settled and unpacked, we went to bed. We all knew we had to stare planning before the attack came. So we had to rise really early in the morning.

    1 more, not as gud razz ....


    Two Little Schnauzers

    There are these two little dogs, they are schnauzers. Ones name is Roxy, she is a mini miniature schnauzer. They come in 4 basic sizes (actually 3 but I think 4). And Those would be the mini miniature ones, the miniature ones, see they get bigger in each size, the standard one, and then the giant one. Those are as big as the German Sheppard. The other one is ruby, she is the miniature one. So she is a tad bigger than Roxy.
    Roxy is a silver and black dog. She has small floppy ears, and little black eyes. She has got long white eyelashes and raccoon eyes. Which means she has black hair around her eyes. A fact about schnauzers is that they are they only breed to have actual hair, along with the rest of the terriers. She is almost 12 pounds and that is how much the minimum weight for a schnauzer is, the maximum weight should be about 20 pounds. Roxy has a short white and black beard type thing, which is also called furnishings, that would include the long hair on there bellies and legs. Roxy also has small toenails that are black and look like pencil leds. Her back is gray/silver and has a very tiny nub. Her leg hair and belly hair is an off white color. And she has a small black nose. Roxy is about 21/2 years old.
    Ruby is a full white dog. She is about 24 pounds so she is about 4 pounds overweight. Which is a lot on a dog. She has a little black nose with pink on the tip of it. She has long, big pointy ears which is because they cropped them wrong before we got her. She has huge bulgy eyes which are brown. She, to, has a short little nub, like almost all schnauzers. Ruby is 6 years old so next year she is going to be a senior.

    The Story of Ruby and Roxy

    It all began when my mom went out and found a truck with 3 little schnauzers in it. 2 males and 1 female. I was at my dads and my mom was looking for a dog. At this time I was living in Louisville and I was about 4 or 3 years old. I don’t remember, but anyways. My mom was looking at the three. Ruby’s ears stood out the most but the lady offered my mom a great deal for two, but there was no way she could leave one. So she got just Ruby. Well, about 4 years later my grandmother got Roxy. When I first met Roxy, she could fit into the palm of my hand. So tiny and little. Anyways Roxy was the runt and so she was the smallest. And that is how they got here.
    Well, the first time we were introduce to Roxy, Ruby was so careful with here, but Roxy was no where near careful with herself and Ruby. She would run under things and bump into. When Ruby and her played, Roxy would always get her ears and have a ball. But as Roxy got older and to this point, ruby got less and less careful with her. And to this day they play and rip and roar and have a ball.
    So That is the Story of Roxy and Ruby.


    maybe another biggrin ....

    My Night Being Jacked Up On Candy
    (The JACKED UP Series!)

    BOOK 1 OF L.O.L BOOKS

    Hello, my name is Kristine and I really like candy. Especially chocolate! I mean its rich, choclately, pure taste, with the fudgey middle, how could somebody not resist that? My whole family loves pie, cakes, and cupcakes, but me, the weird one, loves candy. Now, let me tell you a little bit about myself!

    The first thing you should know is that my natural hair color is a reddish brown color, while I dyed it a light, bright, magnificent pink with of course, blue highlights. It’s really pretty! Another is that my eyes are a deep green color. Well, it used to be anyways, but now they’re a lightish, pink color, and they are awesome! My favorite color is pink, as you can already tell. Also I am 5’4” and I am 12 years old. I am a girl, and I am loving it! Woohoo! GIRLS ROCK!!! And that is all you should know about me.

    Well, tonight my friend is staying over, and my mom is going to be at a party with all her friends, so my dad is here, but he pays no attention to us. So we’ll be good, all by ourselves. I have a big list prepared for my friend and I. First we are going to eat a big sandwich, but a candy sandwich. You make one of those by putting a big Hershey chocolate bar on the bottom, put a little bit of gummy worms on it and then put the other Hershey bar on the top. And that is how you make a candy sandwich! Then we are going to make a giant cardboard box, and you are going to have to wait to find out the rest. Not just because I can’t come up with anymore things.

    DING DONG! The doorbell rang and I think it is my friend, Kasey. “HELLO!!!” I yelled really loud and the whole house could probably here me as Kasey walked in and looked around, put her stuff down, and said, “Well, come give me a hug!”. So I did. And then the conversation continued.
    “So, what are we doing tonight?” she asked.
    “A lot of stuff!” and I explained what we were doing.
    “Okay. Sounds like fun!”
    “But I don’t know what else we are doing. Probably a lot of stuff.”.
    “okay, fine by me. As long as we have fun and stuff.”
    After that talk, Kasey seemed disappointed.L I thought she was disappointed or something but after a while her spirit seemed to lighten up a bit. But anyways, we ended up playing on my myspace, which was really fun.

    It now has been 3 hours since Kasey came here and now she is playing non-stop on myspace. She’s starting to get very annoying.