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Are hard floor steamer cleaner machines worth buying for a stone tile floor? I am researching machines that will be a good investment to buy to clean my tile floors, which include grout. I thought a steam-type cleaner would be a good idea. Any pros or cons in my thinking? I've been looking at a Hoover steam cleaner that steam cleans hard floors and carpet... I'm just not certain if it will make the dirty grout better or worse.

What is the best machine on the market to clean tile floors? I'm looking for a residential machine. Big job, over 3000 square feet of tile. I'd like something that will really clean the surface nicely and pick up the dirty water. Can't seem to find anything on consumer reports for bare floor cleaner reviews?!?!?

How do I clean a permanent stain on a granite tile floor? I have a hard floor machine cleaner that vacuums and then you flip it and it cleans with water and solution for the floor. I turned off the unit and left the hard floor machine on the granite floor for about 5 minutes and I forgot to wipe off the water from where I left the unit so after time the water dried up. Now there's a small mark about 8 inches long by 2 inches wife that I cannot seem to clean off the granite. What else can I try? i didn't mean permanent, but a dried up water/floor solution stain

best way to strip tile floor without a machine? I clean an office and I am responsible for stripping and waxing the tile floor. The big floor machines are too powerful for me to handle. (I wish I could find a smaller version) I have done it with just a wet dry vac and it looked pretty good. Just wanting to know if anyone else has taken on this challenge and how you did your floor. I have also hired professionals but it just costs too much. Thanks for any suggestions!!

Searching for a hard floor cleaner.? I have slate tile flooring in the main areas of my home... I am desperately searching for a good floor cleaning machine. I am not opposed to hard floor cleaner only but would prefer something that can clean carpets and hard flooring. Any suggestions?

What can I buy to clean my tile floors!? Cleaning takes forever with the old mop & bucket, not to mention it hurts to bend down for so long. I need something faster & cleaner. I used to work in the hospital & would see the machines they used to clean the floors, does anyone know the names of the machine? Does a buffer work for tile floors? Or any machine that cleans tile floors? My kitchen, living room, dining room, hallways, and computer room are all tile! It takes hours to clean & I don't even get the floors super clean, someone help?

Good Floor Tile Grout Cleaner? I'm hoping someone can recommend a good "steam" type machine that will help to clean dirt stains from my floor tiles grout. I'm open to any other "green" cleaning techniques that anyone's had success with too. Just FYI, the grout WAS sealed after the tile was installed about 6 months ago but dirt stains started almost immediately in high traffic areas. I've tried a few chemical grout cleaners with no success.

Any suggestions on machine to clean floor and wall tiles? I am looking to buy a machine (hand operated) to clean floor and wall tiles in a restaurant. Does anyone have any suggestions regarding costs and brands (I have looked on the web but am just confused, and companies think I am trying to find their secrets!) Thanks

I am looking for Hoover's Grout cleaner, machine cleaning concentrate? This tile-safe grout cleaner came with a Hoover hard floor cleaner, and is really very good, and I need more.

what is the best tile cleaning machines that cleans and dries the floor?

Keeping my tile floor clean...? My entire house (except the bedrooms) is tiled. We have 2 dogs and a cat so I am constantly sweeping up hair. Here is the problem... on the day when I do my big house cleaning and I am going to sweep and mop the whole house, it takes forever and it's nearly impossible to get all the hair and dust off of the floor with a traditional broom. I have bought several different kinds (corn/straw, rubber, push broom, swiffer) but there still always seems to be hair on the mop that just gets rubbed around. Also, I always feel like with a traditional mop you end up putting dirty water back on the floor. So, I bought a hoover floor cleaner that vacuums and mops the floor all in one, but the machine is cumbersome and takes just as long and as much effort if not more than just doing it the old fashion way. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to clean the floors quickly and easily?

How do you clean ceramic floor tile? It is white VERY glossy.? I have a floor machine that works well (my second one) but it needs the squeegie replaced. Meanwhile I would spend a fortune on swiffer wet jet refills as it's a huge floor. Conventional mops, etc. leave it looking very cloudy.

What's the best way to clean tiled floors, help please? What is the best way to clean tiled floors? I know many people use the floor cleaning machine, but I don't have one. Anyone have a 'manual' solution that will clean it really nice, especially in between the cracks? Please help.

how do I clean my kitchen tile floor? Is there a machine like a steamer or something that I can use to powerfully clean my kitchen tile floor? It seems that after I mop it it still looks dirty. The tile has been there for about 10 years, so I think the dirt has built up over the years.

HELP!!!! Floor Cleaning Machines? ESP> for grout!?!?!?!? Please, has anyone used/own a steam mop or any other type machine that cleans ceramic tile/grout. I'm tired of getting on hands and knees scrubbing. Would love for it to sanitize also! I checked into the Shark Steam Mop advertised on TV and there was bad things said about it. Please help! Thank you!!

What's the easiest/best way to effectively clean tile floors? Our house has mostly tile floors. Mops really just slosh dirty water around. Does anyone have a better way to clean a large amount of tile flooring that really leaves them clean? Are there any machines out there that can help? Something you've used yourself. Thank you!

What can I use to clean my kitchen ceramic tile floor? A mop just pushes dirt around so they never get clean. I was thinking of getting a Hoover spin-scrub machine? Are these good? Any other ideas?

Looking for a good and inexpensive carpet deep cleaner and hard floor scrubber? I have tile with deep grout on the ground floor, but upstairs we have all carpet. I'm looking for a relatively inexpensive machine that will clean both well. I don't want to buy two cleaners, one for up and one for downstairs. I've looked at the Hoover Steamvac All Terrain, but I'm wondering what else is out there. Any suggestions?

wife's I NEED YOUR ADVICE ON THE BEST TILE CLEANER I CAN BUY ? its to expensive to rent a machine or pay some one to do it so what is the best floor cleaner out there to clean dirt and cleans in between the tiles that works quick and easy iam sure theres something strong i can buy at the store

What are some floor steam machines, like the Shark Floor Steamer? Looking for competitors to the As Seen On TV Shark Floor Cleaner. I have seen some infomercials for a couple others, but don't remember the names of them. Not for use on carpets, but mainly tile and hardwood floors. Thanks.

can I use the following item to clean my tile floor? I bought this item to wax/polish my car. I am thinking about buying a machine buffer for the tile, but if I can use my current item I already have getting down on my knees and hands, I would not mind. If I I could use it on my tile, what kind of buffer will I need? here is my item. "Advanced Tool Design Model ATD-10511 7-Inch Polisher" http://www.amazon.com/Advanced-Tool-Design-ATD-10511-Polisher/dp/B000M5ZXDM/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

What is best vacuum cleaner for tile floors? I am looking for a vacuum to leave in the finished basement of our ranch home, which is completely tile. It has light colored grout and we have 2 cats. I want something that will really 'suck' up everything, from tiny dirt and cat hair, to everything else. I have a bad back, so anything to make the process go quicker and be more efficient is great - if i could i would love to sweep and 'hand wash' the floors - but that is not an option - so I need a great machine to do the job just as well. (Our upstairs also needs a new vacuum - about 1/2 tile flooring and half carpet - so recommendations there too are appreciated.) Thank you!

quick cleaning ceramic tile floors? the house i just bought has large ceramic tile flooring in every room (2200 sq ft). what is an easy and effective cleaning method that doesn't require me scrubbing on my hands and knees for hours each week? are there any machines that have been effective?

what should i do to decrease the amount of dust on my marble floor? Every week i clean the floor of the house, and it's scary the amount of dust that is gathering each week (the pile has the height and length of five fingers). the marble floor Tiles were laid three years ago and by the same time a Polishing Machine did the floor.

Questions about professional floor cleaning? I am thinking about getting my floors cleaned by a service. I have all hard surfaces (wood and tile). How much would I expect to pay for this service? Is it worth it? What is it that they do that I can't do myself? I assume they use some kind of powerful machine? Does this machine clean a lot deeper than I could on my own? My floors are pretty gross! lol

HELP! What removes Delimer? Any suggestions as to which cleaning agent to use?? I work in a kitchen and, in an attempt to clean the floor underneath the dish machine, one of my co-workers poured delimer. It is a dark brown tile floor, and, when the delimer dried/soaked in, it left a dry, white, powdery residue embedded in the floor. It also gave off a horrible stench. Now, we cannot figure out how to make this problem disappear. Does anyone have any suggestions as to what type of cleaning product to use on this??? Thank you!

What is the best steam machine/upright for floors and furniture?? i want something that will clean my ceramic tile, my carpet and my microfiber couches-IN ONE MACHINE...i have looked at a hoover steam cleaner (because i love floormate but need a new one so i want a steam cleaner)...is dirt devil any good? how about bissell - tell me your experiences and what helps you the most in these appliances

Eye catching floor cleaning ad!!!? am starting a floor cleaning business, I have buffer and scrubber machines for floors in Restaurants, fast Food, Fish and chip shops, mostly those with Tiled floors. How can i convince the owners that a quick mop is not really hygienic as it still spreads germs and much but using a special cleaning solution scrubbing and vac sucking up the floors is best hygienic way to keep floor looking new and clean. How does that saying go you can tell a person by how clean there shoes are, also you can tell a place and its food by how clean the floors are. just want something good on flyer's and ads. HELP. thanks

Eye catching Floor cleaning ad.? I am starting a floor cleaning business, I have buffer and scrubber machines for floors in Restaurants, fast Food, Fish and chip shops, mostly those with Tiled floors. How can i convince the owners that a quick mop is not really hygienic as it still spreads germs and much but using a special cleaning solution scrubbing and vac sucking up the floors is best hygienic way to keep floor looking new and clean. How does that saying go you can tell a person by how clean there shoes are, also you can tell a place and its food by how clean the floors are. just want something good on flyer's and ads. HELP. thanks

What machine can I purchase for my home, that vacuums and mops effectively? I bought a Bissel Flip-it - hard floor™ for $72 I figured cheap and looks like it does an affective job. I take it home... HORRIBLE I mean it's ok if you have an extremely clean house and you dont have children that track dirt and other things into the house; this was a horrible excuse for a house hold cleaner. What can I purchase at a reasonable price, that will mop and vaccum my hard floors ( tile and wood floors ) effectivley?

how do i shine tile kitchen floors? How do I buff and shine tile floors ( not ceramic) We're going to rent a buffer but do not know how to shine it..what do I get locally and how do I buff it with the machine. It's just in a kitchen area in a new commercial building. Its just white about 12 x 12 inch squares, NOT CERAMIC or with grout. Its all dull now, and I know we have to clean it good first but do not know the procedure with the buffer and what shining liquids to get and how to do it. Thanks!

floor polishing or stripping? Our common room tile floor has kind of a dirty/worn look to it (might be grout?), and it's not really being taken care of by mopping. we're looking for an industrial-type way to clean it. what is the difference between floor stripping and polishing (and the machines involved)? and what would be better for our purposes? THANKS!

What do you think about the "SHARK" Ultra Steam Blaster? Does it clean well? Do you add chemicals or just plain water? Will it clean grout well? Any thoughts on this machine? Can you recommend a better steam cleaner for tiled flooring as well as other household surfaces. I do NOT have carpet in my house so I do NOT need to clean any carpets!!

What's a good steam cleaner to rent or buy? I am considering buying a steam cleaner for all the cleaning jobs in the house (cooker, fridge, floor, bath, sinks, tiles and if possible the carpet too). I would like a machine that is reliable, safe to handle, easy to use and primarily works well with plenty of oomph in it. What kind of technical details should I be looking for when deciding on the machine for me? Thank you Paul, for your wise words. Any suggestions on a steam cleaner for the other jobs around the house?

floor cleaning? is there a good machine out that will vacumm and wash the floor.. i have tile all downstairs and it is a pain to sweep and wash everyday..

How do I clean and maintain vinyl flooring? I have a doctors office with vinyl tile floors in the exam rooms and I want the floors to look really clean and shiny. What kind of cleanser is best? Do I need a special machine to buff the floors? If so what kind is good and where can I get one? What kind of regimen is best for cleaning and buffing?

How to remove construction smell (dust from cutting ceramic tile and laminate in door)from newly remodel home ? My remodeling contractor cut ceramic tile and laminate floor panel in door cause very bad sawdust smell after contraction, it could be from paint, I am not sure. I tried Kenmore air clean machine and fan to blow air out for two weeks, also wipe wall and ceiling twice, i used vinegar, I bought four plants to absorb smell,...etc... please help.

need info on waxing floors? I work at a newer building and there is just a white TILE floor in the kitchen area ( 12 x 12 inch tiles ) NOT ceramic. Just your normal tile. I need to know the right way to really clean this floor ( its VERY dull ) and use a buffer to wax it. I need to know from people who have done this and used the buffing machine.What's the RIGHT way to buff it and what products can you buy locally. Thanks.

Porcelain floor cleaning problem!? I have white porcelain floors and I want to find a way to wash and clean them without having to ruin the detailing on the tiles. The tiles are not treated or covered in a gloss or anything. Is there any method of cleaning that can really get them clean without having to ruin the details? Any special machine/vac/mop you can suggest that works?? Oh and I'm trying to get all of this done myself without breaking the bank or hiring professionals. Any help is appreciated!!!

how often do you clean your house? Not just the pick up clothes, put away books, etc. but really clean. Dust the back of the TV, sweep behind the washer machine or refridgerator, move the couches and vaccuum underneath. Clean the walls, lightswitches, door jams, keyboards. How often do you clean the windows, scrub the grout on your tile floor, take everything off your shelves and dust. Stuff like that that no one really thinks about. How many hours per week do you spend. How big is your house? Do you like cleaning?

Stay at home mommy schedule? I was wondering what other stay at home mommies do to maximize their time and keep sane! Haha sorry, this is actually several questions! I have an 11mo old son who is FULL of energy and wants to walk and explore EVERYTHING! I am also trying to make/keep a meal plan, cut coupons and follow the sales ads, keep the housework in check, yard neat, clean other houses on the side for extra cash.. What basic schedule works best for you? What is your favorite method/product for: -Dusting -Sinks -Counter tops -Toilets -Shower -Tile floor -Carpet -Cleaning the couch (deep clean, almost washing) -Disinfecting baby toys -Stuffed animals that CANNOT go in the washing machine Also, how often do you: -Mop -Scrub out the trash cans -Scrub the shower -Scrub the freezer/fridge -Wash the blinds/windows @Hope Are you trying to say that what I do doesn't count as a work day? It's 24/7!! I SAVE us big money on daycare alone, plus the coupons are more complicated than you would think! If you do it right, you can save another few hundred on your grocery bill for your family! If you think work means something outside of the home, I do work at least 4hrs 2-4 days a week cleaning other houses WITH my son! I'm not saying "working" moms have it any easier, but it pisses me off when people think stay at home moms do nothing!!

How much would it cost? I am currently putting together a proposal to clean my office after hours. One of the rooms has a tile floor and they would like it stripped and waxed every 6 months. I don't know anything about doing that. Anybody have any ideas on prices or where to look? I searched online and they were talking about having to use a big machine. I want to do it by hand... HELP!

Is this machine worth the $180.00? I want to clean my ceramic - porcealin floors and wall tiles.? Hoover FloorMate H3060 SpinScrub 800 (Alaskan Green)

Sealed tiles have pin hole air bubbles? I have cleaned with a scrubbing machine and mopped the surface until mop wrang out clean, I did let the tiles dry after mopping first before applying seal, then applied first coat of "Plaza" seal waited until dry then applied second coat, but after second coat near door has pin hole bubbles. How do I fix this as the rest of the floor looks awesome...can I buff it and if so how?

Michigan Landlord/ Tenant Law Question: Previous Landlord is suing for $3783.80.He retained security/pet dep? Both landlords visited us throughout our 19 month stay either for repairs or just to stop by. Each time they visited, they expressed immense gratitude for how well we kept the home up (we are immaculate...a tad OCD). We had carpets professionally cleaned, & did them ourselves as we own a machine. During final walk through, after home was emptied, landlord agent said " Wow, you guys sure kept this home clean! We will really miss having you as tenants!" No inventory checklist was filled out during walk through, & no mention of damages. 30 days later, agent sent a letter with an attached itemized damage/cleaning sheet totaling $2383.80. $1438.80 in damages, $945.00 cleaning. They never returned our security deposit, nor did they follow the state guidelines in retaining this. He is suing for preexisting damages noted on checklist upon move-in and is charging an exuberant amount for cleaning (i.e $420 for carpets which we paid $130 for just prior to move out, $100 to wash tile floor in kitchen, $1225 to clean patch and paint walls which were noted to be in poor shape prior to moving in) Please Help. We have court tomorrow, and are representing ourselves. We feel prepared (but doing some last minute research). He has not retained an attorney either. This will be done before a jury. Does he have a chance? Do we have a chance?

Were you McCann supporters aware of the latest information leaked from my good freind in the Portuguese Police kate lashed out in temper at the kid, she fell hit her head on the tiled floor and that killed her. PJ have evidence in blood taken taken from the grouting between the tiles. the sniffer dog picked it out. the floor was cleaned with bleach. thats why she changed her clothes. she washed them in the washing machine in the apartment. the PJ checked the filters, they found after dna testing samples of fibres with blood in them. the funiture in the room was all re-arranged. the blood was under the sofa. the PJ knew tanner didnt leave the tapas bar ., cause the cctv above the cash tills in the bar picked them all up. the PJ knew who was there, when they left, and what they were wearing. its not long to charges '' I really hope they throw away the key but i"m going to so enjoy the trial. LuLu... We all had sympathy for poor Madeleine, but most of us have known for a long time that she died on May 2nd. I am definately chuffed that the marketing of her death, that the McCanns income from this is now going to cease. Chuffed to bits Yes. Missy, You'd be wise to treat this information with about the same credibility as the stuff that comes from Clarence Mitchell, but as I see it whats good for the goose....

Am I mean? My 14 year old took a friend on vacation with us. I told them we would mail picture postcards. They covered all of the white space with their message and put addresses where the stamps should be. I said, I can't believe you are going into 9th grade and don't know how to write a postcard. OK, not very tactful. I also expressed disbelief when my daughter put her cellphone through the wash (but had not asked to use the machine to wash two shorts and shirts), left them a note to clean up their dishes in the sink after two days, got mad at my daughter when she could not account for $60 in spending money I had given her ("I don't know" was the response) and, finally, said that they did a half hearted job sweeping up slippery sand that posed a safety hazard on a tile floor. Otherwise, I drove them to museums, beaches, zoos and Disneyworld in the span of 4 days. The friend's father flew to our vacation destination, rented a car and picked his daughter up without a word to me. We did pay for everything. In fact, I think it was a financial hardship for the family to fly down and get her. I tried to present my side in the worst light to me -the postcard remark was definitely not nice. My daughter says that the friend does this at sleepovers, and the parent's comply, but she did not think she would do it in FL. I appreciate all of your answers. Teenagers sure can be frustrating.

Home Remodel Question??? Freshin up the house Rough Estimates? Northern California - Contra Costa County Home - Single Story - Slab Foundation - 3 Bedrooms - 1 Bath - 1,155 Sq Ft Looking for a round about estimate on how much it would cost someone to just come into the home and tear out the drywall, mouldings, carpet etc and just put in new dry wall w/ machine texture or small texture (have huge ugly texture now), new mouldings / basboards and maybe some carpet or laminate? The home is older built 1955, I purchased the home as a foreclosure and have been living in it about a year and a half but everything looks sloppy and dirty as far as the moldings / baseboards, carpet, gaps and cracks in places, dirty a little bit so I just want to start with new stuff that I can keep clean etc. Also thinking about remodeling the bathroom, it's small so should be pretty easy, just new vanity, tile floor, tub and shower door and waynes coat etc. Maybe included with the other work.

What do you think about my business venture? Buy a parking ramp... Install rough surface tile on the floor or even indoor/ outdoor carpeting. Make the whole 1st floor available for parking and the rest of it will be for dog walking in the winter. Charge an annual fee (because they may not come in the summertime) and make it accessible by key or fob so that only members can get in. Hire maintenance people to clean when needed. On the second floor, have vending machines for snacks and pop and also, vending for dog treats. People can either walk uphill with their dogs or take the elevator and walk down if they are too old or sick to climb. A play area for big dogs and a special area for small dogs. Neither one will be allowed in each other's area. The first time is free.. After that, you have to pay your annual fee as a member. Only 2 dogs can be there with each owner/ membership. If there are 3 dogs, they MUST buy another membership. Much, Much more. What do ya think??? Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Thanks I live inBuffalo (city) No place to walk in the winter. The winters are long and hard..

What has your child done that made you see RED? I was wondering has your child ever done anything that made you so mad that steam just came out of your ears? Today I was in the kitchen washing bottles and cleaning and I saw my daughter walk into the kitchen with a permanent marker so I called my self being smart and put it on top of the table. Now mind you my table is a high top table so I figured it would be safe there-WRONG, my daughter after I went into the laundry room pushed her rocking chair up to the table and got the marker back and within the time it took me to sort the clothes and start the machine she had decorated the fridge, dish washer, tile floors, her hands, legs, and face with marker. When I came around the corner and saw that I think my head spun around on my shoulders and I saw red (lol just a joke) but I was so MAD. Long story short I scrubbed her clean and put her to bed then it took me 3 hours to repair the kitchen of her marker damage lets just say thank God for 409 and S.O.S pads!!! Now, what has your child done that made you see red? And what did you do? B.T.W: she is 22 months almost 2 can we say terrible 2's

Michigan Landlord/ Tenant Law Question: Previous Landlord is suing for $3783.80.He retained security/pet dep? Both landlords visited us throughout our 19 month stay either for repairs or just to stop by. Each time they visited, they expressed immense gratitude for how well we kept the home up (we are immaculate...a tad OCD). We had carpets professionally cleaned, & did them ourselves as we own a machine. During final walk through, after home was emptied, landlord agent said " Wow, you guys sure kept this home clean! We will really miss having you as tenants!" No inventory checklist was filled out during walk through, & no mention of damages. 30 days later, agent sent a letter with an attached itemized damage/cleaning sheet totaling $2383.80. $1438.80 in damages, $945.00 cleaning. They never returned our security deposit, nor did they follow the state guidelines in retaining this. He is suing for preexisting damages noted on checklist upon move-in and is charging an exuberant amount for cleaning (i.e $420 for carpets which we paid $130 for just prior to move out, $100 to wash tile floor in kitchen, $1225 to clean patch and paint walls which were noted to be in poor shape prior to moving in) Please Help. We have court in 2 days, and are representing ourselves. We feel prepared. He has not retained an attorney either. This will be done before a jury. Does he have a chance? Do we have a chance? How do we have the upper hand? Please note, walls upstairs were in poor shape prior to moving in. This was noted on the move in checklist and signed by landlord (agreeing to their poor condition in which he now wants us to pay to remodel them). Also, Michigan has a normal wear and tear ordinance. In this case, there was none as I noted how impeccable we cared for the home. The landlord is entitled to damages above and beyond wear and tear, but should he be entitled to funds based on minimal wear and preexisting damages?

Help with choosing the right fabric? Hello everyone! What I want to do, is to convert an old quilt of mine into a play mat for my girls. Because my youngest especially has a huge problem with dust and I thought that an old quilt thrown on the floor (just re-covered) would be better that a rug or small carpet (I have tiled flooring). Because my old quilt fits in my washing machine (its a cheapy synthetic), so every night I can just roll it up and put it in the cupboard and on the weekend I can wash the cover. And the quilt is just heavy enough that it doesnt slip or gather up when you jump about on it or play on it, because we tested it out. hhaha But what type of fabric should I recover it with? First I thought a curtain fabric with a kiddy design, because it would be weightier and thicker and stand the test of the play and constant cleaning. But then I thought maybe an oilcloth or acrylic coated coated to stand the test of all the spills --- in general I wont let them eat on the play-mat but you know how kids are, they might bring over their sippy cups or smoosh a biscuit here and a piece of banana there when I don't see. And then finally I thought maybe even PVC to make it almost like a little gym mat.....but I was afraid that might be too difficult to work with because I am a real amateur at sewing, but sewing in straight lines with simple fabrics and simple stitches....I can do. I mean if I go back to my first choice...the curtain fabric, I guess I could just wash it every week...wont hurt....I could even cover the quilt first in rubber sheeting cover and then cover it with the new cover I make out of the curtain fabric. Or the oilcloth.....would that stand the test of most spills and mess....meaning with most of it I can wipe it off and it wont penetrate to the actual quilt.....or will it not catch everything. Help me!! Thankyou so much! :o)

Any almost easy solution for grout cleaning? When my ex put in my light tile with light grout in the living room, he never put the seal on. It is nasty dirty now. I had previously tried to scrape, put sealer on, scrubbed it with 'Ajax' with bleach, put sealer on, nothing seems to work. I already thougt about just painting it. Is there a machine out there, scraping it out, so I could refill it with new grout and then seal it? Or would that not hold? Any ideas? I surely appreciate it. My back and knees hurt just thinking about that darn floor again...

Part of my short story? Ok so im writing a short story for fun and to see if i have any talent. Im 14 so please be open-minded i have little exp. in creative writing. Here it is. Im not sure if it is good enough so heres a small passage let me know comments, compliants etc. I know it's alot but just try to read as much as you can. 10 points to the best comments and things to make it better Henry slowly walked down the hotel hallway, the rusty pipe clamped in his right hand. He walked with a sense of awarness, unsure of what door held the number 502. "God, he hated the smell and look of hotels, the cheap wallpaper, the filthy carpet that ran on through tunnels throughout the massive building." He wore a black suit jacket with matching dress pants. The red tie dangled from his neck in an akward manner. He came to an alcove with elvators on both sides. He sniffled and rubbed his weak and tired eyes. Some crust went onto his fingers and he threw it on the floor. Suddenly and abruptly, he heard the sound of wheels rubbing against puke-colored carpet. His heart jumped to his throat and he worried. He searched for a place to hide. The huge Coca Cola machine seemed just the spot. He crept behind the machine. His knees cracked when he knelt down. It seemed forever for the cleaning woman to arrive at the elavator. She came quick, her hair tied in a bun. Henry saw she was a white lady, probably mid forties. He had no regrets. Pipe ready in his hand, he lunged from behind, hoping to reach her before the elavator doors opened. She must of heard his black shoes on the tiled floor, as she spun around with a frightened look on her face. The ***** was so surprised by Henry that she took hold of her bottle of watered-down clorox in her gloved hand. Without hesitation she raised it and sprayed it directly at Henry. When the spray connected with Henry's eyes, he didn't stop coming, in reality it made the attack more violent. With one hand on his eyes, he brought the pipe down and heard the satisfying crack of her skull. She went down faster than expected. He rubbed his red eyes and looked down at her. She was still concious, but having seizure like movements. Henry got his rush from this like he did from all his victims. He brought the pipe down once more to end her fruitless attempts to revive herself. He took the 5th floor keycard and continued walking until he found 502. He calmed his breath, slipped the keycard into the slot. The green button lite up, as if welcoming him to another rush. He took out from his suit jacket, a plastic mask with just the eyes cut out. He slipped it over his brown ruffly hair and reassured himself, just the same routine, and stepped into the darkness of the hotel room. I know it was a long read but can you just tell me: What was the most suspenseful part Out of 1-10, how good was it for my age Do you think Henry is a realistic character and what are your ideas on him so far? Thank you guys uber for this, it means alot to me.

What are your thoughts on this passage from my short story im making? Ok so im writing a short story for fun and to see if i have any talent. Im 14 so please be open-minded i have little exp. in creative writing. Here it is. Im not sure if it is good enough so heres a small passage let me know comments, compliants etc. I know it's alot but just try to read as much as you can. 10 points to the best comments and things to make it better Henry slowly walked down the hotel hallway, the rusty pipe clamped in his right hand. He walked with a sense of awarness, unsure of what door held the number 502. "God, he hated the smell and look of hotels, the cheap wallpaper, the filthy carpet that ran on through tunnels throughout the massive building." He wore a black suit jacket with matching dress pants. The red tie dangled from his neck in an akward manner. He came to an alcove with elvators on both sides. He sniffled and rubbed his weak and tired eyes. Some crust went onto his fingers and he threw it on the floor. Suddenly and abruptly, he heard the sound of wheels rubbing against puke-colored carpet. His heart jumped to his throat and he worried. He searched for a hiding spot. The huge Coca Cola machine seemed just the spot. He crept behind the machine. His knees cracked when he knelt down. It seemed forever for the cleaning woman to arrive at the elavator. She came quick, her hair tied in a bun. Henry saw she was a white lady, probably mid forties. He had no regrets. Pipe ready in his hand, he lunged from behind, hoping to reach her before the elavator doors opened. She must of heard his black shoes on the tiled floor, as she spun around with a frightened look on her face. Thank god she had a bottle of watered-down clorox in her gloved hand. Without hesitation she raised it and sprayed it directly at Henry. When the spray connected with Henry's eyes, he didn't stop coming, in reality it made the attack more violent. With one hand on his eyes, he brought the pipe down and heard the satisfying crack of her skull. She went down faster than expected. He rubbed his red eyes and looked down at her. She was still concious, but having seizure like movements. Henry got his rush from this like he did from all his victims. He brought the pipe down once more to end her fruitless attempts to revive herself. He took the 5th floor keycard and continued walking until he found 502. He calmed his breath, slipped the keycard into the slot. The green button lite up, as if welcoming him to another rush. He took out from his suit jacket, a plastic mask with just the eyes cut out. He slipped it over his brown ruffly hair and reassured himself, just the same routine, and stepped into the darkness of the hotel room. I know it was a long read but can you just tell me: What was the most suspenseful part Out of 1-10, how good was it for my age Do you think Henry is a realistic character and what are your ideas on him so far? Thank you guys uber for this, it means alot to me.

Any comments on this passage from a short story i'm writing? Ok so im writing a short story for fun and to see if i have any talent. Im 14 so please be open-minded i have little exp. in creative writing. Here it is. Im not sure if it is good enough so heres a small passage let me know comments, compliants etc. I know it's alot but just try to read as much as you can. 10 points to the best comments and things to make it better Henry slowly walked down the hotel hallway, the rusty pipe clamped in his right hand. He walked with a sense of awarness, unsure of what door held the number 502. "God, he hated the smell and look of hotels, the cheap wallpaper, the filthy carpet that ran on through tunnels throughout the massive building." He wore a black suit jacket with matching dress pants. The red tie dangled from his neck in an akward manner. He came to an alcove with elvators on both sides. He sniffled and rubbed his weak and tired eyes. Some crust went onto his fingers and he threw it on the floor. Suddenly and abruptly, he heard the sound of wheels rubbing against puke-colored carpet. His heart jumped to his throat and he worried. He searched for a place to hide. The huge Coca Cola machine seemed just the spot. He crept behind the machine. His knees cracked when he knelt down. It seemed forever for the cleaning woman to arrive at the elavator. She came quick, her hair tied in a bun. Henry saw she was a white lady, probably mid forties. He had no regrets. Pipe ready in his hand, he lunged from behind, hoping to reach her before the elavator doors opened. She must of heard his black shoes on the tiled floor, as she spun around with a frightened look on her face. The bitch was so surprised by Henry that she took hold of her bottle of watered-down clorox in her gloved hand. Without hesitation she raised it and sprayed it directly at Henry. When the spray connected with Henry's eyes, he didn't stop coming, in reality it made the attack more violent. With one hand on his eyes, he brought the pipe down and heard the satisfying crack of her skull. She went down faster than expected. He rubbed his red eyes and looked down at her. She was still concious, but having seizure like movements. Henry got his rush from this like he did from all his victims. He brought the pipe down once more to end her fruitless attempts to revive herself. He took the 5th floor keycard and continued walking until he found 502. He calmed his breath, slipped the keycard into the slot. The green button lite up, as if welcoming him to another rush. He took out from his suit jacket, a plastic mask with just the eyes cut out. He slipped it over his brown ruffly hair and reassured himself, just the same routine, and stepped into the darkness of the hotel room. I know it was a long read but can you just tell me: What was the most suspenseful part Out of 1-10, how good was it for my age Do you think Henry is a realistic character and what are your ideas on him so far? Thank you guys uber for this, it means alot to me.

HELP!!!! Floor Cleaning Machines? ESP> for grout!?!?!?!? Please, has anyone used/own a steam mop or any other type machine that cleans ceramic tile/grout. I'm tired of getting on hands and knees scrubbing. Would love for it to sanitize also! I checked into the Shark Steam Mop advertised on TV and there was bad things said about it. Please help! Thank you!!

Writers please rate my story it's chapter one. I promise youll love it. If you do please star it? "My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all. I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a casual purple dress. Next to her on the right was a little girl, who wore similar clothing except that she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said: 20 December 1995 The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? Who does this locket belong to. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped in surprise when I heard it. I watched the door and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were crooked, it looks as if it were about to fall off her face. Her face was dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice. “Oh, you’re awake” I continued to stare at her, and said nothing. “What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.” Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her. “Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded lightly. “I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you’re finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?” “T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself. “Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely, “Aiyana is just about your age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay” Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sat, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me. “Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen” I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned. “Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.” Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it. “What’s your name” She asked. My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned. “I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents.” Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said, “Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.” Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them. “Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.” I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural. Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside. “Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!” I took a small sip of orange juice. Despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips, it tasted pretty good. Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again. “Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?” I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned. “Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?” I shrugged. Solana sighed. “Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia” I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Aiyana’s face turned red. “I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.” Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. “Well?” she said, “Are you coming?” I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office was even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them flying around in random directions on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster. Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed. “Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.” It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more. “Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down. I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said “Missing children” that was written in bold letters. “So,” said Aiyana nervously. “Do you know how to use a laptop? It’s simple.” She pointed to the buttons on the bottom of the machine. There were several buttons there, too many to count. The letters on the keyboard were not systematized correctly. It seemed to be arranged in some random order. Aiyana pointed to a black ball, buried into the machine along with two buttons. “Okay, this is simple,” said Aiyana quickly “you see how I moved the arrow around the screen?” The arrow on the screen moved sideways. Then it went back to the words ‘Missing Children’. I looked back down onto the keys, and saw Aiyana’s fingers, that touched a black ball. “If you want to move the arrow, do this,” she continued, then one of her fingers was rolling the little ball in circles. “Then if you want to go somewhere click- uh… I mean… take the arrow and do this” She pushed the second of the two buttons at the bottom of the ball. “But you can click on every word on the page, but you can only click on something if the arrow turns into a hand. Understand?” I nodded, and understood very well what she just said. The page then completely changed into something different. This time there were pictures of children’s faces. Some of them smiling, and the rest of them were showing an empty expression. “Okay, if you really don’t know your name,” Aiyana went on, “You see these pictures, here? If you can find a picture with your face on it, then you click on that picture so you can find more information on this person, even the name, age, where he or she is from, and how long ago the child is missing. I’d love to help you, but look at the time. I’m going to be late for school” She pointed to something on the bottom right corner of the screen. It said 8:09 A.M. I knew what to do, so I smiled at her. Aiyana seemed to understand that her assistance here was not needed so she turned around and left the office, then suddenly she came back. “Wait,” she said, who seemed to have just remembered something. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She walked off. Now my focused was now turned to the computer. I looked down and placed my fingers on that little ball that Aiyana was using to move the arrow on the screen. I slid the arrows to a row of four pictures, all of them dark skinned. I raised my free hand in front of me to examine it to see if I have the same skin tone as those children on the page have, but it wasn’t even close to the same. The second girl also had dark skin, she wasn’t smiling, but she appeared to have several scabs on her face, which was one of the features that interest me. I looked at her lip that appeared to be split in two and it was also covered in blood. “I told you I wouldn’t be gone long” a voice called out of nowhere. I turned to the entrance of the office and saw Aiyana there, holding two items. She entered the room and placed the items on the desk next to me. One of them was the silver heart-shaped locket I had earlier, and admittedly I had forgotten all about it. The second item was a magenta framed mirror. “I’m sure these will help you,” said Aiyana “This necklace, I found this. I think this is yours. The little girl in the picture does resemble you very well. I also brought this mirror, just in case if you can’t remember your face, you can always look in this mirror. Well, I have to go get dressed. Good luck!” I nodded once more. Aiyana turned around and left. I looked into the mirror sitting on the desk, and saw a girl with a pale face and was showing a blank expression. She had long, glossy black hair, long enough for the ends to reach the shoulders. I memorized the face in the mirror and continued my search. After fifteen minutes, I did not find anything. There were sixteen pages in all and I had already reached the sixth page. My fist clenched tightly. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to remove the strain that’s been in my head since I started the search. Finally feeling at ease, I continued on. It’s been exactly 42 minutes since the search began. My head collapsed on top of the keys. I was on the thirteenth page. I made a deep sigh, and I considered forfeiting the search entirely. “Any luck finding anything?” asked the unexpected voice coming from the entrance. I turned to the direction of the voice and lifted my head. There was Solana standing at the door, who’s clothing looked professional. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was carrying a black leather suitcase. Her outfit looked surprisingly neater than the clothes she had on earlier this morning. “Did you find anything yet?” She asked. “No.” “Keep trying,” Said Solana encouragingly, “I’m sure you’ll find something. Anyways, I’m going to drive Aiyana to school. Then I have to go to a business meeting at work. I’ll be back in about an hour. So if you’re hungry, help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be back soon” It’s been approximately sixteen minutes since Solana had left. I reached the final page of the registry and I have not found anything. I was finally able to conclude that I was not on the Missing child Registry. I could have checked again, but didn’t feel much like going on the computer again. My eyes were getting heavy and I have been yawning relentlessly for the past hour. Looking around for something to occupy myself became very difficult, if not impossible. I got up off my chair and paced around the room. Until I noticed the file cabinet in a corner, leaning forward with all three drawers open. I hoisted the cabinet into its erect position. I closed the top two drawers, the filing cabinet wont tip over again. I took a seat on the floor in front of the last drawer that remains opened and saw a pile of newspapers. What caught my interest right away was a yellow newspaper buried in the pile with the headlines “WANTED ALIVE” printed on the top of the page in large letterings. I grabbed the paper out of the drawer and examined it further. It smelled like coffee. The newspaper was dry and yellow and some of the text was either worn out or was washed away by some kind of liquid substance. I also noticed the snapshot of a girl in the middle of the page. Half of her face was covered in coffee stains, making it difficult for me to see her in detail. But for some reason, I felt as if I’ve seen this girl before. A gut feeling inside of me is telling me to take this paper and read it. I got to my feet with the paper in hand, took the locket and the mirror and left the office. I went back into Aiyana’s room and rested on the bed. I examined the old newspaper once more, and realized that I had without doubt had seen this girl before, and I had a feeling where. I took the locket, opened it and to my surprise, the photo on the locket and the other on the newspaper were a perfect match. I placed the locket on the floor and started to read the front page. picture here WANTED: ALIVE Grendel Police are on the search for this 7yrd old girl by the name of Lily Rosewood, who was last seen with escaped convict 31yr old Paul Keating, who was arrested for kidnapping the girl and exploiting her supernatural abilities to commit heinious crimes. One of them was the recent massacre in the mall where 31 people died and 4 people were left in a coma, and 17 people, all of them seriously injured. Police arrested Keating, at his home outside Grendel, and found the child sleeping upstairs. He was charged with one count of kidnapping, one count of contributing to the delinquency of a minor and 31 counts of first degree murder. He is awaiting trial as we speak. The child however was sent to Caring bears home, a children's home funded by the city and supported by the citizens donations. Any one who is seen this child please call local police. The bottom of the article seems to be torn off. There seems to be more to this article, I thought. I had just noticed the Letters L and R, the same letters carved on the locket. The two letters had long spaces in between them, possibly because the coffee stain covered some of the text, making the ink spread and the paper difficult to read. A natural feeling inside of me is telling me to keep this paper and this must be an important clue to my past. I got to my feet and left the newspaper sitting on the bed. I grabbed my necklace and secured it around my neck. I left the room and went back into the office to search for the missing piece of the paper. After a few minutes of searching nearly all over of the office, there weren’t any old yellow pieces of newspaper. * 1 week ago * - 3 hours left to answer. Additional Details 1 week ago PLEASE DON'T JUST SAY YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT IT AND HOW YOU THINK I SHOULD IMPROVE. iF YOU ALL LIKE IT PLEASE STAR IT. 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I need your opinions on this story that I wrote. ITS VERY LONG. You dont have to read it all just skim.? "My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn't help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all. I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said: 20 December 1995 The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice. “Oh, you’re awake” I continued to stare at her, and said nothing. “What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.” Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her. “Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded lightly, and whispered. “Yes” “I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?” “T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself. “Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay” Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me. “Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen” I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned. “Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.” Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it. “What’s your name” She asked. My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned. “I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children” Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said, “Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.” Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them. “Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.” I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural. Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside. “Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!” I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good. Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again. “Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?” I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned. “Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?” I shrugged. Solana sighed. “Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia” I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Aiyana’s face turned red. “I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.” Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. “Well?” she said, “Are you coming?” I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster. Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed. “Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.” It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more. “Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down. I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said Missing children that was written in bold letters. YOU DONT HAVE TO READ EVERYTHING, JUST SKIM THROUGH IT. AND DONT JUST SAY IT'S GOOD! TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT IT. AND GIVE ME YOUR SUGGESTIONS. 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Michigan Landlord/ Tenant Law Question: Previous Landlord is suing for $3783.80.He retained security/pet dep? Both landlords visited us throughout our 19 month stay either for repairs or just to stop by. Each time they visited, they expressed immense gratitude for how well we kept the home up (we are immaculate...a tad OCD). We had carpets professionally cleaned, & did them ourselves as we own a machine. During final walk through, after home was emptied, landlord agent said " Wow, you guys sure kept this home clean! We will really miss having you as tenants!" No inventory checklist was filled out during walk through, & no mention of damages. 30 days later, agent sent a letter with an attached itemized damage/cleaning sheet totaling $2383.80. $1438.80 in damages, $945.00 cleaning. They never returned our security deposit, nor did they follow the state guidelines in retaining this. He is suing for preexisting damages noted on checklist upon move-in and is charging an exuberant amount for cleaning (i.e $420 for carpets which we paid $130 for just prior to move out, $100 to wash tile floor in kitchen, $1225 to clean patch and paint walls which were noted to be in poor shape prior to moving in) Please Help. We have court tomorrow, and are representing ourselves. We feel prepared (but doing some last minute research). He has not retained an attorney either. This will be done before a jury. Does he have a chance? Do we have a chance? Please note, walls upstairs were in poor shape prior to moving in. This was noted on the move in checklist and signed by landlord (agreeing to their poor condition in which he now wants us to pay to remodel them). Also, Michigan has a normal wear and tear ordinance. In this case, there was none as I noted how impeccable we cared for the home. The landlord is entitled to damages above and beyond wear and tear, but should he be entitled to funds based on minimal wear and preexisting damages?

Writer's please rate my story, please note it's very long. So if you dont have time to read please star. "My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all. I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a casual purple dress. Next to her on the right was a little girl, who wore similar clothing except that she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said: 20 December 1995 The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? Who does this locket belong to. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped in surprise when I heard it. I watched the door and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were crooked, it looks as if it were about to fall off her face. Her face was dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice. “Oh, you’re awake” I continued to stare at her, and said nothing. “What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.” Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her. “Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded lightly. “I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you’re finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?” “T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself. “Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely, “Aiyana is just about your age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay” Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sat, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me. “Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen” I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned. “Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.” Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it. “What’s your name” She asked. My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned. “I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents.” Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said, “Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.” Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them. “Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.” I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural. Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside. “Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!” I took a small sip of orange juice. Despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips, it tasted pretty good. Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again. “Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?” I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned. “Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?” I shrugged. Solana sighed. “Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia” I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Aiyana’s face turned red. “I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.” Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. “Well?” she said, “Are you coming?” I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office was even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them flying around in random directions on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster. Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed. “Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.” It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more. “Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down. I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said “Missing children” that was written in bold letters. “So,” said Aiyana nervously. “Do you know how to use a laptop? It’s simple.” She pointed to the buttons on the bottom of the machine. There were several buttons there, too many to count. The letters on the keyboard were not systematized correctly. It seemed to be arranged in some random order. Aiyana pointed to a black ball, buried into the machine along with two buttons. “Okay, this is simple,” said Aiyana quickly “you see how I moved the arrow around the screen?” The arrow on the screen moved sideways. Then it went back to the words ‘Missing Children’. I looked back down onto the keys, and saw Aiyana’s fingers, that touched a black ball. “If you want to move the arrow, do this,” she continued, then one of her fingers was rolling the little ball in circles. “Then if you want to go somewhere click- uh… I mean… take the arrow and do this” She pushed the second of the two buttons at the bottom of the ball. “But you can click on every word on the page, but you can only click on something if the arrow turns into a hand. Understand?” I nodded, and understood very well what she just said. The page then completely changed into something different. This time there were pictures of children’s faces. Some of them smiling, and the rest of them were showing an empty expression. “Okay, if you really don’t know your name,” Aiyana went on, “You see these pictures, here? If you can find a picture with your face on it, then you click on that picture so you can find more information on this person, even the name, age, where he or she is from, and how long ago the child is missing. I’d love to help you, but look at the time. I’m going to be late for school” She pointed to something on the bottom right corner of the screen. It said 8:09 A.M. I knew what to do, so I smiled at her. Aiyana seemed to understand that her assistance here was not needed so she turned around and left the office, then suddenly she came back. “Wait,” she said, who seemed to have just remembered something. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She walked off. Now my focused was now turned to the computer. I looked down and placed my fingers on that little ball that Aiyana was using to move the arrow on the screen. I slid the arrows to a row of four pictures, all of them dark skinned. I raised my free hand in front of me to examine it to see if I have the same skin tone as those children on the page have, but it wasn’t even close to the same. The second girl also had dark skin, she wasn’t smiling, but she appeared to have several scabs on her face, which was one of the features that interest me. I looked at her lip that appeared to be split in two and it was also covered in blood. “I told you I wouldn’t be gone long” a voice called out of nowhere. I turned to the entrance of the office and saw Aiyana there, holding two items. She entered the room and placed the items on the desk next to me. One of them was the silver heart-shaped locket I had earlier, and admittedly I had forgotten all about it. The second item was a magenta framed mirror. “I’m sure these will help you,” said Aiyana “This necklace, I found this. I think this is yours. The little girl in the picture does resemble you very well. I also brought this mirror, just in case if you can’t remember your face, you can always look in this mirror. Well, I have to go get dressed. Good luck!” I nodded once more. Aiyana turned around and left. I looked into the mirror sitting on the desk, and saw a girl with a pale face and was showing a blank expression. She had long, glossy black hair, long enough for the ends to reach the shoulders. I memorized the face in the mirror and continued my search. After fifteen minutes, I did not find anything. There were sixteen pages in all and I had already reached the sixth page. My fist clenched tightly. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to remove the strain that’s been in my head since I started the search. Finally feeling at ease, I continued on. It’s been exactly 42 minutes since the search began. My head collapsed on top of the keys. I was on the thirteenth page. I made a deep sigh, and I considered forfeiting the search entirely. “Any luck finding anything?” asked the unexpected voice coming from the entrance. I turned to the direction of the voice and lifted my head. There was Solana standing at the door, who’s clothing looked professional. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was carrying a black leather suitcase. Her outfit looked surprisingly neater than the clothes she had on earlier this morning. “Did you find anything yet?” She asked. “No.” “Keep trying,” Said Solana encouragingly, “I’m sure you’ll find something. Anyways, I’m going to drive Aiyana to school. Then I have to go to a business meeting at work. I’ll be back in about an hour. So if you’re hungry, help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be back soon” It’s been approximately sixteen minutes since Solana had left. I reached the final page of the registry and I have not found anything. I was finally able to conclude that I was not on the Missing child Registry. I could have checked again, but didn’t feel much like going on the computer again. My eyes were getting heavy and I have been yawning relentlessly for the past hour. Looking around for something to occupy myself became very difficult, if not impossible. I got up off my chair and paced around the room. Until I noticed the file cabinet in a corner, leaning forward with all three drawers open. I hoisted the cabinet into its erect position. I closed the top two drawers, the filing cabinet wont tip over again. I took a seat on the floor in front of the last drawer that remains opened and saw a pile of newspapers. What caught my interest right away was a yellow newspaper buried in the pile with the headlines “WANTED ALIVE” printed on the top of the page in large letterings. I grabbed the paper out of the drawer and examined it further. It smelled like coffee. The newspaper was dry and yellow and some of the text was either worn out or was washed away by some kind of liquid substance. I also noticed the snapshot of a girl in the middle of the page. Half of her face was covered in coffee stains, making it difficult for me to see her in detail. But for some reason, I felt as if I’ve seen this girl before. A gut feeling inside of me is telling me to take this paper and read it. I got to my feet with the paper in hand, took the locket and the mirror and left the office. I went back into Aiyana’s room and rested on the bed. I examined the old newspaper once more, and realized that I had without doubt had seen this girl before, and I had a feeling where. I took the locket, opened it and to my surprise, the photo on the locket and the other on the newspaper were a perfect match. I placed the locket on the floor and started to read the front page. picture here WANTED: ALIVE Grendel Police are on the search for this 7yrd old girl by the name of Lily Rosewood, who was last seen with escaped convict 31yr old Paul Keating, who was arrested for kidnapping the girl and exploiting her supernatural abilities to commit heinious crimes. One of them was the recent massacre in the mall where 31 people died and 4 people were left in a coma, and 17 people, all of them seriously injured. Police arrested Keating, at his home outside Grendel, and found the child sleeping upstairs. He was charged with one count of kidnapping, one count of contributing to the delinquency of a minor and 31 counts of first degree murder. He is awaiting trial as we speak. The child however was sent to Caring bears home, a children's home funded by the city and supported by the citizens donations. Any one who is seen this child please call local police. The bottom of the article seems to be torn off. There seems to be more to this article, I thought. I had just noticed the Letters L and R, the same letters carved on the locket. The two letters had long spaces in between them, possibly because the coffee stain covered some of the text, making the ink spread and the paper difficult to read. A natural feeling inside of me is telling me to keep this paper and this must be an important clue to my past. I got to my feet and left the newspaper sitting on the bed. I grabbed my necklace and secured it around my neck. I left the room and went back into the office to search for the missing piece of the paper. After a few minutes of searching nearly all over of the office, there weren’t any old yellow pieces of newspaper. PLEASE DON'T JUST SAY YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT IT AND HOW YOU THINK I SHOULD IMPROVE. iF YOU ALL LIKE IT PLEASE STAR IT.

This is my story, that i wrote.Chapter one. It's very long. If you all like it, i know you will.what do you th "My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all. I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, who wore similar clothing except that she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror on top of drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said: 20 December 1995 The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped in surprise when I heard it. I watched the door and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were crooked, it looks as if it were about to fall off her face. Her face was dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice. “Oh, you’re awake” I continued to stare at her, and said nothing. “What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.” Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her. “Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded lightly, and whispered. “Yes” “I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you’re finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?” “T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself. “Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely, “Aiyana is just about your age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay” Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sat, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me. “Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen” I turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned. “Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.” Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it. “What’s your name” She asked. My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned. “I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents.” Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said, “Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.” Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them. “Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.” I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly.The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural. Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside. “Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!” I took a small sip of orange juice. Despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good. Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again. “Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?” I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned. “Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?” I shrugged. Solana sighed. “Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia” I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Aiyana’s face turned red. “I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.” Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. “Well?” she said, “Are you coming?” I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office was even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them flying around in random directions on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster. Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed. “Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.” It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more. “Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down. I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said “Missing children” that was written in bold letters. “So,” said Aiyana nervously. “Do you know how to use a laptop? It’s simple.” She pointed to the buttons on the bottom of the machine. There were several buttons there, too many to count. The letters on the keyboard were not systematized correctly. It seemed to be arranged in some random order. Aiyana pointed to a black square, along with two buttons. IF YOU ALL LIKE IT, PLEASE STAR IT. AND IF ANY OF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE, PLEASE EMAIL ME. AND I'LL EMAIL THE REST TO YOU WHEN IM FINISHED WITH THE CHAPTER. PLEASE POST YOUR OPINION/SUGGESTIONS HERE.

If you have the patience, please read this story that I wrote! I know it's long. But tell me what you think? "My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn't help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all. I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said: 20 December 1995 The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice. “Oh, you’re awake” I continued to stare at her, and said nothing. “What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.” Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her. “Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded lightly, and whispered. “Yes” “I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?” “T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself. “Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay” Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me. “Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen” I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned. “Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.” Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it. “What’s your name” She asked. My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned. “I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children” Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said, “Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.” Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them. “Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.” I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural. Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside. “Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!” I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good. Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again. “Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?” I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned. “Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?” I shrugged. Solana sighed. “Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia” I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Aiyana’s face turned red. “I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.” Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. “Well?” she said, “Are you coming?” I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster. Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed. “Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.” It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more. “Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down. I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said. Missing children. YOU DONT HAVE TO READ EVERYTHING JUST SKIM THROUGH IT. I know I said completely twice, sorry I forgot to remove that. I proofread everytime I finish writing. But sometimes I miss the parts im supposed to correct. If you would reccomend this to anyone please star it. To Marcus: Don't worry it's protected. So I can sue any1 who copy's my work. (I wish. I'm not old enough to sue) If any1 wants to read the rest, post your email adress here, or if you want it private send me an email.

If you have the patience, please read this novel exerpt here, it's very long but I want your opinion!? "My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirped rhythmically, and the sunlight reflected from the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn't help relieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I had just pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here. I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all. I got out of bed and there was a sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with thin silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was the size of my thumb, and it shined like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror next to the door in between the drawer and the bookshelves. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts. I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corners of the heart locket were two letters engraved “L.R” printed on small letters and in the middle of the heart, there was date carved into the locket that said: 20 December 1995 The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why was it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if I was the little girl in the photo. There was a knock on the door, and I almost jumped when I heard it. I watched the door, and remained alert, until seconds later, the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectangular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat timid voice. “Oh, you’re awake” I continued to stare at her, and said nothing. “What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frosty.” Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to gaze at her. “Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?” I nodded lightly, and whispered. “Yes” “I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way?” “T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself. “Oh that’s great!” Said Solana insecurely “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay” Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me. “Hey, come over here! Come in the kitchen” I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me was piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I gazed at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and grinned. “Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults. Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.” Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me. I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it. “What’s your name” She asked. My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. I gave Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned. “I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children” Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said, “Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.” Solana handed me a silver metal fork. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down to examine them. “Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.” I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I thought of Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I wanted to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork. I cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. I chewed slowly to. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me. “I’m glad you like it” She said sweetly. “Would you like some orange juice? You’ll like this one, very natural. Solana went to the refrigerator at the other side of the kitchen. She opened the door on the right. Reached in and pulled out a pitcher of some kind of yellowish substance, then she closed the door and placed the pitcher on the counter. She reached for the cupboard next to refrigerator for a clear glass cup. She took a cup from the cupboard and placed it on the counter as well. She poured the orange juice from the pitcher into the glass cup, and handed it to me. I looked into the cup of orange juice and saw something lumpy, there seems to be some foreign material inside. “Oh don’t worry about the stuff in there,” said Solana sweetly “That’s just the pulp, dear. It’s natural orange juice. The pulp happens to be very healthy. Go on just drink it!” I took a small sip of orange juice, despite the uncomfortable pulp rushing into my lips. It tasted pretty good. Aiyana has just arrived in the kitchen holding a white cordless phone and handed it to me. I looked down at the phone, then who looked up at Solana, who nodded. I looked down at the phone again and pushed the green call button. There was a loud dial tone. I remained still trying to decide what button to press. The left side of my head ached. Random thoughts swirled into my head. I shut off the phone and placed it on the table. Aiyana and Solana exchanged looks, and then looked at me again. “Erm…” said Solana nervously, “You don’t know your parents’ phone number?” I shook my head lightly. Solana frowned. “Um… okay” she said, “What about parent last name?” I shrugged. Solana sighed. “Wow,” said Aiyana, quickly, “you must not remember anything at all. Mom, I think she has amnesia” I looked down at my feet and sighed. My entire face contracted and I clenched my fists firmly as if I was squeezing something. I took three slow deep breaths. Solana kneeled down next to me. I looked at her then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, No worries,” She said kindheartedly, “you will get you memories back soon. You can stay with us if you’d like, if it’s okay with Aiyana, you can sleep in her room. Aiyana, take this girl to the office upstairs. You are going to the missing child registry. You are not to go on any other site. We are doing this to help her find her parents and pick up any information about her., not shop for “cute boys” on the internet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?” Aiyana’s face turned red. “I do NOT look at boys.” She shouted, in an astounded tone “Ugh, oh whatever.” Aiyana turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. “Well?” she said, “Are you coming?” I got up and followed Aiyana up the stairs and into a hallway. We stopped at a door that was right next to Aiyana’s room. She opened it, and hit the switch, which caused the light to turn on. I felt slightly uncomfortable when I saw the room. The office is even messier than the kitchen. There were open books, open folders, and loose papers, most of them on the floor. The desk was cluttered with papers. The black chair seemed to have fallen over, with its back to the floor. The file cabinet in the very back of the room had all of its drawers open and it also seem to have tipped over. The fan on the ceiling was twirling at a rapid pace. If it wasn’t swinging and rocking so violently, it would have spun a little bit faster. Aiyana was the first person to enter the office. She walked to the desk and pushed away some papers resting on it. Under the papers was a small black square, which had the logo “In-Tech” printed on it. She opened it. She also found some cords on the floor, and connected them to the machine. I walked into the office and sat on the floor. Aiyana looked at me and laughed. “Don’t mind this room either,” she said, “My mom is a journalist. A much respected one I might add. She’s a very messy person, as you can see. She’d clean the place up if she weren’t too busy with her deadlines, and her stories. She’d hire a maid to clean from time to time.” It took several minutes to set up the machine. She placed the chair into its proper position. She turned it on the machine, and turned to me once more. “Go on” she said sweetly, “Sit down. I got up off the floor and sat on the chair. The machine Aiyana was setting up was actually a laptop computer. We finally reached the website, childregistry.gov. The arrow on the screen moved around slowly until it stopped on a link that said. Missing children. you dont have to read everything just skim through it. Dont just give me opinions, tell me what you liked about it, what i need to do to improve on the story. 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Would you put up with this? ? My partner works really long hours at the moment. He leaves the house at 6am and does not get home until 7.30pm and his work at the moment involves a 2-3 hr drive there and back. I know he is tired when he gets in so i make sure that dinner is on the table, he has all his work stuff washed and ready for the next day, packed lunch is made up and once he has finished his dinner i make him a cup of tea, get him some comfort food and set it down in front of the tv. I then watch whatever he wants and go to bed pretty much when he goes to bed so i dont have the tv on keeping him awake. Well i am nearly 31 weeks pregnant now and am starting to feel a bit exhausted and cant cope as well as i was doing. I get up in the morning with my 4yr old son, make sure he is ready, has had a good breakfast and walk him to school (10mins there and 10mins back). I then put the washing on, do the washing up, clean the kitchen, sweep all the floors and wash the kitchen, bathroom and hallway floor (all tiled and pick up footprints). I then do any shopping that needs doing and start on preparing dinner for the night time. I am in my final year at uni so i then start work on my project (chemistry masters project) which is really taxing. Sometimes i have to drive into uni to get papers, books etc. I put the washing out to dry, take a walk to post catalogues (do this for extra money) then its time to pick my son up. When he gets home i do him a snack, make sure he is changed and his uniform is sorted for the morning. I do his homework with him (usually reading, writing, spelling etc), make him some dinner and have some play time. Then he has his dinner (sometimes with me) followed by bath, bed with story. By this time my partner is nearly home so i have to put the dinner on, wash up as i go along so there isnt any mess, and get it on the table. Whilst he is eating i then make the packed lunches for him and my son for the next day and then finally get to sit down (about 8pm). Sometime i also tutor for an hour and a half for extra money so help make ends meet. He pays the rent and council tax and i pay for food, water, gas, electric, tv, internet and phones. I dont mind doing stuff for him because i love him and i know he works hard but sometimes he really takes the p***. Lastnight he came in, and because im so big now i asked if he would put my son to bed whilst i cooked his dinner. He refused. So i put my son to bed and then made dinner whilst washing up! He asked for a cup of tea after he had finished even though i had just sat down and have difficulty in moving at all now! So i got up and made it, noticing he had left his dirty plate on the side i asked him to clean it up (there was washing up water already in the sink). After this he sat down next to me and his feet stank so i told him to take his socks off . . .which he did . . .and threw them on the floor! He fell out with me because i told him to put them in the washing machine . . .and slept on the sofa, refusing to come up to bed. He has gone to work this morning without saying goodbye and out of spite has left his packed lunch in the fridge. I am so upset with him that it keeps making me cry and i cant tell if i am overreacting or not?? A bit of insight would be great because at the moment i cant see that i have done anything to warrant being treated like this! Thanks!

Repairs are needed, but no one is listening!? Almost a week ago, we got new neighbors upstairs. They moved in quietly, and then the next day, I was woken up to what sounded like rain in my bathroom. Our bathroom was being flooded from a leak (not a tiny one, either) in the ceiling. After throwing down as many towels, buckets, and anything else to stop it from leaking down to the bottom floor, I went upstairs to see if everything was alright. One of the tenants explained that they had been replacing the shower head, and a pipe broke. One of the repair guys for our apartment was already cleaning up the damage. The water had been shut off, and I could hear him working. I explained that our bathroom was flooded, and she told me she'd send the repair man down to us when he was done. Two hours later, she came down to see the damage herself... and asked if he'd been there. I told her he hadn't... and she was very distressed at the damage. A week later, the bathroom smells like mold, despite my best efforts, there are flies swarming around, even hiding in areas I didn't know existed, and the ceiling where the water came through is beginning to bend and warp... nevermind that it looks like someone wet themselves on our ceiling, and it's dried. I've called our landlord once a day for the last week, and I've received nothing but a message machine or a non-committal "We'll send someone out there." My boyfriend and I do not have the funds to fix this (we can't even use the washing machine because we don't have quarters for it...) and I'm beginning to feel my patience wearing thin. Is there something or someone I can speak to who will actually *do* something about the damage? My boyfriend thinks the ceiling tiles may be made with asbestos, and since this is an old building, I'm not exactly going to tell him that's silly thinking. We don't know what to do!

This is my life, my sadness, told in real story format to help me get over the pain?

I am looking for Hoover's Grout cleaner, machine cleaning concentrate? This tile-safe grout cleaner came with a Hoover hard floor cleaner, and is really very good, and I need more.

Sealed tiles have pin hole air bubbles? I have cleaned with a scrubbing machine and mopped the surface until mop wrang out clean, then applied first coat of "Plaza" seal waited until dry then applied second coat, but after second coat near door has pin hole bubbles. How do I fix this as the rest of the floor looks awesome...can I buff it and if so how? I did let the tiles dry after mopping first before applying seal.

This is my life, my sadness, told in real story format to help me get over the pain?