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Arizona Sens. John McCain (R) and Jon Kyl (R) said Tuesday they have no idea where Gov. Jan Brewer (R-Ariz.) is.
“No, everybody keeps asking me that,” Kyl told The Hill. “I didn’t know she was missing.”
McCain answered similarly.
“Since I wasn’t home last weekend I didn’t know about this,” McCain told The Hill. “Jon [Kyl] just told me that there was some issue that she’s not around.”
“The controversial Republican is on a secret weeklong trip out of her state, and nobody seems to know where she is or why the leave is hush-hush”http://theweek.com/article/index/237319/…http://thehill.com/blogs/blog-briefing-r…
Is she having an affair? Is she handling some sort of black market deal? Is someone black mailing her?

This isn’t the beginning. i was just seeing if it was okay.
“David, we need to go NOW!” She exclaimed, and pulled me up. In the air a large aeris-copter was slowly descending to the ground. The sharp blades threatened to sliced us into bacon bits.I grasped my dagger and followed her back into the forest.
We didn’t make it far before Amber collapsed, unconscious.Blood was now slowly falling from her leg. I could still feel the wind on my back as I lifted her into the air. She wouldn’t make it if we didn’t speed our pace.My muscles tensed as I took on her full weight. Quickly I began to run. Branches and leaves were slapping in my face. Heavy sweat poured down my face as I gradually got slower. Amber slowly got heavier. I was as blind as a mouse when I half ran half fell out of the forest.
I was home. More importantly I was alive.
They called it Summermount. The name was given because the sun shone for most of the day. It was always warm here. Winter was just another useless word without any importance. I loved it here. After all it was my one and only home. The market, homes, and port made it one of the business cities around. I knew the place like the back of my hand for occasions just like this.
I threw our weapons into a bush and walked slowly into the city. If I was caught by an Overseer it was probably worth 20 lashes or worse. We weren’t supposed to hunt. It was against everything they stood for. There goal was to crush ever ambition. Ever dream we ever had and replace it with their poisonous vision.
It wasn’t easy getting Amber in. I had to slip around buildings and duck in to alleyways. Once I even had to throw her into a stack of hay. I turned the corner where Amber’s parents small restaurant was. I ducked into the doorway and ran into her mother who was serving a drink to some patrons.
“Hello Mrs Quartz.” I whispered.
“Good morning David dear,” she said,occupied serving the honey mead. “ I have some food around back.” I muttered my thanks. I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her about Amber’s injury. Last time she was hurt from a simple thorn her mother smashed a hot skillet into my face. This time I expected worse. I wasn’t going to risk that so I quickly went through the kitchen,snatched some soup, and jogged up to their apartment.
Everything in their home had an exact place. It was like the library at school but bigger in different places. Firstly it was circular. Everything was based in their small little main room. Doors lead into closets and bedrooms. Everything had a theme. White curtains to block sunlight from the small window with red rugs and couches to make it look more elegant. A walk in room had an office where Mr. Quartz was scribbling away. I could sleep in and out unnoticed with my soft leather shoes.
Silent as a mouse I slipped into Amber’s room and layed her down on her purple bed. I locked her door, ignoring all of the posters of teenage heartthrobs then tucked under her sheets. Her peaceful face stirred as I made her sip the rest of my water. I slung by pack over my shoulder and pushed open her window to climb on a small balcony.
“Goodbye.” I muttered and climbed away.
After I carefully climbed from the building I walked slowly toward the sea. Citizens pushed past as the yellow sun set. Soon the curfew would begin and wanderers would be shot on sight. As I was pushing against the crowd I felt a hand brush against my pocket. A thief! Instinct took over as I grabbed the robber by his hand. He pushed me into an alley and took out a polished iron dagger.The razor-sharp blade was barely on my skin yet small droplets of thick red blood dripped down into the dirt.
“What do you want?” I managed to croak. The man’s sweat covered matted hair smelled like mud and blood. His beard made him look wiser.
“ I want to warn you,” he answered. “Stay secret stay safe.”
Before I could ask him what was going on he slipped a brown package in my pocket and charged into the dense swarm. I jumped into the crowd.
I know its not the best I have to finish it and edit. I need to know some skills I need to work on.

So in history i have to write a Story about an Event & I got the Emancipation Proclamation. I’ll write what i have so far but im kind of stuck i need some help, so if you have any ideas please write them below! if it is horrible let me know, but remeber im only a junior in highschool, not an author 🙂
P.S the dots/line is just a break where i thought about another part of the story for later 🙂
When the civil war started, I was only 10 years old. My father was a hard worker and owned a plantation in the middle of Georgia. He had four slaves and they were all pretty nice. I was friends with one of them named Cato. My Pap bought him just 2 years ago and we were like secret best friends. We would go out into the fields and talk when he wasn’t ‘round. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be friends with a slave but I still was friends with Cato.
I lived in a house on the Plantation with my Mom, Lanett, Pa, John and my older brother, Tony. My Pa didn’t like the government or new president because he seemed to side with the north more than the south. When the Civil War started in ’61 my brother had to go off and join the army. I was sad he had to go but my dad just told me it was gonna help us keep our slaves and give Georgia more power. I was okay with it after that because I didn’t want Cato to be taken from us.
One night my Pa was talking to one of the other plantation owners outside when I overheard them:
“Did you hear that South Carolina seceded from the Union John?”
“Yes, I think it’s a good idea, the Union doesn’t care about nothin’ but themselves and making sure they get their money.” My Pa always said this to people about the north. He hated them.
”I wonder if Georgia will end up seceding too. I think we should. No one around here likes the North or President Lincoln.
“I guess we will just have to wait and see. Want to come inside and get a beer?” I ran quickly from the door where I was listening and went and sat in a chair pretending like I had been there the whole time.
Pa never liked to talk about stuff like that around me he never wanted me to get involved because people can get in a lot of trouble talking about that stuff in the wrong crowd. that next day I went out to see Cato by the barn and told him what I had heard that night.
“Cato? Cato? Where are you?” I said quietly so Pa wouldn’t be able to hear from the house.
“Right here sir!” he said just loud enough to hear.
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One night I remember my Pa being so angry about something that he heard from our neighbor down the road, John.
“Hey Charlie did you hear about people sayin’ that we are gonna lose our slaves?”
“What are you talking about John?”
“Yea I was down at the market and I was listen’ to these travelers talking about thing they heard while they was up North.” said John.
“I knew our President was gonna do something like this. He never liked slaves in the first place!”

This is from my fantasy/adventure book: The Tree of Light. All comments, tips and ideas for names or the title, are welcome. Thanks in advance!
Inside the cave, it was darker than any dark Avniel had ever seen. Being an outlaw who had a price on his head, Avniel had hidden in some pretty strange and dark places before. This place, however, was different from any other, and that wasn’t a good thing. Soon the pack of bounty hunters would pass, and he would leave.
Avniel was on his way to Astasia, a nearby city full of secrets which was guarded by the most fool-proof system anywhere: a tree. This tree, however, was no ordinary tree. All the legends claimed that it had been fashioned from pure moon-beams and golden sunlight. It was called the Tree of Light and it kept all evil away from Astasia’s gates.
Avniel chanced a look out of the mouth of the cave, and peered into the darkness. When his eyes adjusted he saw about four or five men on horseback who had cruel, hard faces and nasty looking swords and knives strapped onto their backs. They were talking and joking loudly among themselves. As Avniel’s keen eyes regarded the men, one man, he seemed to be the leader, began shouting at the rest of them. His face stayed obscured in the shadows, but his voice was dark and raspy.
“Hurry up you fools. We need to get going.” Avniel started suddenly. He had heard that voice before.
Right on cue, the raspy voiced man stepped out of the shadows and into a patch of moon light. He was a thin, rough looking man, with long grey streaked hair, beetle-black eyes and an evil, crooked smile on his unshaven face. Avniel gasped and sank back into the shadows of the cave, flattening himself against the wall, staying stock still.
“No”, he hissed under his breath.
“He can’t be here. All the way from Argon, he can’t be that desperate. Why would Daniel Salzar come all this way just for me?” Breathing deeply, Avniel peered around the edge of the cave once more. Salzar was looking away, but Avniel still knew that it was him, just from the greasy black hair hanging past his shoulders and the stooped, lazy way in which he walked and rode. Daniel Salzar would do anything to get hold of Avniel and bring him to Argon, dead or alive. However, Avniel had out-witted Salzar many too many times now, and Salzar’s grudge against the outlaw was getting more and more personal.
Suddenly, Salzar turned, and his deathly black eyes seemed to lock with Avniel’s. Avniel jolted backwards with fright and hit a rock. The walls and ceiling of the cave spun around him as whispered, hissing words seemed to fill his mind,
“The tree, I want the tree.” Then, everything went black.
On the same day of Avniel’s misadventure in the cave, a traveler named Barrett walked through the gates of Astasia. It was a market day; the bustling hordes of villagers gave this away. Barrett sighed wearily; he would get something to eat before he tried to do the business that he came here for.
A plump lady with fiery red hair noticed the tall stranger before he saw her. He was thin and had curly dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He looked intelligent, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Any other woman would have thought him handsome, but Aaliyah Reevin wasn’t thinking about looks at all when she spotted him. Now he had noticed her and was coming over. Quickly, Aaliyah threw her shawl around her face, and held it tightly there, so only her hard, grey eyes showed. The man, it was Barrett Hale, she knew it, peered at her curiously as if he had seen her before. Then, shaking his head, he walked off into the merry crowd, leaving a bewildered and angry Aaliyah behind him.
Barrett shook his head. He was sure that he’d seen her, but why would she be here? That woman that he’d passed had the same cruel grey eyes, the same countenance, as Aaliyah Reevin. He thought that he even saw a wisp of wiry orange hair, but, it just didn’t make sense. Barrett shook his curly head once more and stalked off towards the castle.

This is the first chapter of my book “The Tree of Light.” Please tell me what you think. This is a rough draft so the spelling and grammar may not be perfect. Also, if you have any suggestions for name changes or a different title, I’d appreciate it!
Inside the cave, it was darker than any dark Avniel had ever seen. Being an outlaw who had a price on his head, Avniel had hidden in some pretty strange and dark places before. This place, however, was different from any other, and that wasn’t a good thing. Soon the pack of bounty hunters would pass, and he would leave.
Avniel was on his way to Astasia, a nearby city full of secrets. The city was guarded by the most fool-proof system anywhere: a tree. This tree, however, was no ordinary tree. All the legends claimed that it had been fashioned from pure moon-beams and golden sunlight. It was called the Tree of Light and it kept all evil away from Astasia’s golden gates.
Avniel chanced a look out of the mouth of the cave that he crouched in, and saw about four or five men on horseback. They all had cruel, hard faces and wicked looking swords and knives strapped onto their backs. They were talking and joking loudly among themselves. As Avniel’s keen eyes regarded the men, one man, with a huge red beard, snatched another’s canteen and gulped down the entire contents. The victim, a scraggly, scrawny man, angrily began speaking very rapidly in a language Avniel did not know, then pulled a wickedly gleaming knife from his belt and held it above the thief’s chest. The man grunted and tossed the canteen back to the furious owner, who stalked away, muttering under his breath and shooting angry looks at the thief.
Avniel’s eyes left the scene and traveled to the front of the surly group. When the outlaw’s eyes fell upon a thin, rough looking man, with long grey streaked hair, beetle-black eyes and an evil, crooked smile on his unshaven face, he gasped and sank back into the shadows of the cave, flattening himself against the wall, staying stock still.
“No”, he hissed under his breath.
“He can’t be here. All the way from Argon, he can’t be that desperate. Why would Daniel Salzar come all this way just for me?” Breathing deeply, Avniel peered around the edge of the cave once more. Salzar was looking away, but Avniel still knew that it was him, just from the greasy black hair hanging past his shoulders and the stooped, lazy way in which he walked and rode. Daniel Salzar would do anything to get hold of Avniel and bring him to Argon, dead or alive. However, Avniel had out-witted Salzar many too many times now, and Salzar’s grudge against the outlaw was getting more and more personal. Suddenly, the skinny man turned, and his deathly black eyes seemed to lock with Avniel’s. Avniel jolted backwards with fright and his head hit a rock. The walls and ceiling of the cave spun around him as whispered, hissing words seemed to fill his mind,
“The tree, I want the tree.” Then, everything went black.
On the same day of Avniel’s misadventure in the cave, a traveler named Barrett walked through the gates of Astasia. It was a market day; the bustling hordes of villagers gave this away. Barrett sighed wearily; he would get something to eat before he tried to do the business that he came here for.
A plump lady with fiery red hair noticed the tall stranger before he saw her. He was thin and had curly dark brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He had an intelligent look to him, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Any other woman would have thought him handsome, but Aaliyah Reevin wasn’t thinking about looks at all when she spotted him. Now he had noticed her and was coming over. Quickly, Aaliyah threw her shawl around her face, and held it tightly there, so only her hard, grey eyes showed. The man, it was Barrett Hale, she knew it, peered at her curiously as if he had seen her before. Then, shaking his head, he walked off into the merry crowd, leaving a bewildered and angry Aaliyah behind him.
Barrett shook his head. He was sure that he’d seen her, but why would she be here? That woman that he’d passed had the same cruel grey eyes, the same countenance, as Aaliyah Reevin. He thought that he even saw a wisp of wiry orange hair, but, it just didn’t make sense. Barrett shook his curly head once more and stalked off towards the castle.

This is for my book, “The Tree of Light.” All tips and advice are welcomed!
Inside the cave, it was darker than any dark Avniel had ever seen. Being an outlaw who had a price on his head, Avniel had hidden in some pretty strange and dark places before. This place, however, was different from any other, and that wasn’t a good thing. Soon the pack of bounty hunters would pass, and he would leave.
Avniel was on his way to Astasia, a nearby city full of secrets. The city was guarded by the most fool-proof system anywhere: a tree. This tree, however, was no ordinary tree. All the legends claimed that it had been fashioned from moon-beams and sunlight and that it could never expire or die. It was called the Tree of Light and it kept all evil away from Astasia’s golden gates.
Avniel chanced a look out of the mouth of the cave that he crouched in, and saw about four or five men on horseback. They all had cruel, hard faces and wicked looking swords and knives strapped onto their backs. They were talking and joking loudly among themselves. One man, with a huge red beard, snatched another’s canteen and gulped down the entire contents. The victim, a scraggly, scrawny man, angrily began speaking very rapidly in a language Avniel did not know, then pulled a wickedly gleaming knife from his belt and held it above the thief’s chest. The man grunted and tossed the canteen back to the furious owner, who stalked away, muttering under his breath and shooting angry looks at the thief.
Avniel’s eyes left the scene and traveled to the front of the surly group. When the outlaw’s eyes fell upon a thin, rough looking man, with long jet-black hair, beetle-black eyes and an evil, crooked smile on his unshaven face, he gasped and sank back into the shadows of the cave, flattening himself against the wall, staying stock still.
“No”, he hissed under his breath.
“He can’t be here. All the way from Argon, he can’t be that desperate. Why would Daniel Salzar come all this way just for me?” Breathing deeply, Avniel peered around the edge of the cave once more. Salzar was looking away, but Avniel still knew that it was him, just from the greasy black hair hanging past his shoulders and the stooped, lazy way in which he walked and rode. Daniel Salzar would do anything to get hold of Avniel and bring him to Argon, dead or alive. However, Avniel had out-witted Salzar many too many times now, and Salzar’s grudge against the outlaw was getting more and more personal. Suddenly, the skinny man turned, and his deathly black eyes seemed to lock with Avniel’s. Avniel jolted backwards with fright and his head hit a rock. The walls and ceiling of the cave spun around him as whispered, hissing words seemed to fill his mind, “The tree, I want the tree.” Then, everything went black.
On the same day of Avniel’s misadventure in the cave, a traveler named Barrett walked through the gates of Astasia. It was a market day; the bustling hordes of villagers gave this away. Barrett sighed wearily; he would get something to eat before he tried to do the business that he came here for.
A plump lady with fiery red hair noticed the tall stranger before he saw her. He was thin and had curly dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and olive skin. He had an intelligent look to him, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. Any other woman would have thought him handsome, but Aaliyah Reevin wasn’t thinking about looks at all when she spotted him. Now he had noticed her and was coming over. Quickly, Aaliyah threw her shawl around her face, and held it tightly there, so only her hard, grey eyes showed. The man, it was Barrett Hale, she knew it, peered at her curiously as if he had seen her before. Then, shaking his head, he walked off into the merry crowd, leaving a bewildered and angry Aaliyah behind him.
Barrett shook his head. He was sure that he’d seen her, but why would she be here? That woman that he’d passed had the same cruel grey eyes, the same countenance, as Aaliyah Reevin. He thought that he even saw a wisp of wiry orange hair, but, it just didn’t make sense. Barrett shook his curly head once more and stalked off towards the castle.