Pensacola Bed and Breakfasts

Resolved Question: Should I just wake up earlier?

Blahh. I moved to Florida over the summer and where I used to live, school started at 8:45-4:00. The school I go to here starts at 7:30 but there's a lot of traffic in the morning. I'm a girl and I've been waking up at 6 to shower and everything but I feel like I never have enough time to get ready because my dad wants to take me at 6:50 to avoid traffic. I end up getting to school at 7 so I have to wait by myself since I don't know anybody here. Should I just go to bed earlier and wake up around 5:45? I hate showering at night then going to school. routine since school started: I wake up at 6. Shower, then get dressed. eat breakfast. (pack lunch) brush my teeth, fix hair then do make-up. When I'm about to start my make-up my dad says we have to leave to get out of traffic. So sometimes I don't have time to pack my lunch. (gets crowded during my lunch period so I don't even bother buying food.) but today when I left for school early at 6:50 there was no traffic, I got to school half an hour early but I didn't have a lunch and didn't want to ask my parents for money. Should I just go to bed earlier? because I don't want to be tired like I have been at school all week. Campus is really big so there's a lot of walking to do.

Resolved Question: Is this good for a 1st chapter? It's long.?

If it has (*) surrounding it, it should be italicized. Like for my flashback. Please remember I'm constantly editing and changing a few things, but anything you say will help. I have a few ideas with what I want to do but suggestions are very welcome. Chapter 1 The shrill buzz woke me up from my sleep. If you could call it waking up. I've been up all night thinking about what I was going to do today. My anxiety made it hard to sleep peacefully. My left hand reached over to turn the alarm off. I almost threw the covers completely off my bed when I rushed to get them off me. My legs hung over the side, barely touching the soft carpet beneath my feet. *Breath, relax. You don't want mom to find out about today.* I kept telling myself. The soft material from my flannel pajamas wiped the sweat off my hands that formed from my building nerves when I ran my hands up and down my thighs. I took one more deep breath before I stood up to go downstairs and start my morning ritual. I made small talk with my mom while eating breakfast. Once that was done it was time for my mom leave for work. She's a Marine Biologist. Always working and we're almost never home. Her last job had us temporarily living on the coast of Florida. It was fun for a while, but, once I was registered for school, I was the new girl again. Being 16 with out a social group is like a fish trying to swim with the sharks. I tried fitting in. I did everything I could. I went to parties, went to all the baseball games. I even dropped my grades a few points so I wouldn't be stereotyped as a 'nerd'. Eventually, my hard work paid off. Johnny Earls, our schools first-base man, came up to me after class one day. *"Hey, it's Becca, right?" His brown eyes held a warmth that made the bones in my knees quiver. My breathing hitched and a blush crawled up my neck. A red lock of hair behind my ear fell in front of my pale face. I quickly, but calmly, brushed it away again. "Yeah. Um, what's up?" Could I be anymore of a bumbling idiot? "You go to the games, right? I think I see you there sometimes. Do you want to catch a bite to eat afterward?" "Yeah, sure. Of coarse." My nervous stutter was obvious. I might as well get a shovel and dig my own grave. At this rate I should be six feet under in a week, *tops*. Later that night I sat as far over on the bleachers as I could so I watch his base. I wanted to support him, that's what a girlfriend does, right? At least I think we're dating. I've never done this before, not with my mom's jobs. I never have time. After the game I met back up with Johnny at the school. We got in his silver Mustang and drove to the closest IHOP. It was the only place open at 1 in the morning were you could order any meal of the day at any time. Once dinner was done I thought we were going to go home. He, on the other hand, had other ideas. He asked if we wanted to go to the beach to talk and 'get to know each other'. I knew what he meant by that, I also knew I had to get home, but my mouth acted on impulse instead of logic. The next thing I know we're driving to the beach. When we got there he rolled the windows down a few inches. The sea breeze smell filled our lungs while a country song danced around our ears. His hand came in contact with mine and he started playing with my fingers. I didn't know what to do so I only starred at him. Soon, his advances increased. His feather light touch trailed up my arm leaving goosebumps in its wake. His palm caressed my freckled cheek before he leaned into a soft and gentle kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck as I deepened it. My fingers curled in his sandy blond hair. Then, he parted his lips so his tongue could sweep across my bottom lip. As our kiss became more passionate, my mind became more fazed and confused. I could no longer make a coherent thought as that night became the one that literally changed how I was going to live the rest of my life.* Johnny ignored me as if nothing ever happened between us. I had to pretend I didn't mind when instead it was killing me inside that I even considered he wasn't a player. My mom moved us back here in San Diego about a month after that last baseball game. It was three weeks after we moved when I discovered I was 8 weeks pregnant. My mom didn't even know I had sex. She'll also never know I got pregnant. Then there was the kids at school. I knew some of the kids from all the times we attended there when mom didn't have a contract. But I didn't know them well enough to be considered 'in'. That, and not everyone knew who I was. So I was still considered the new girl. I couldn't let the rumors of me start off with my being pregnant. I knew what people would say. I was easy and a fresh face. I couldn't let them think that. So, I took the cowards way out. I found a doctor that wo I found a doctor that would get rid of the kid without telling anyone. My abortion was two months ago. It's the end of July and the guilt's destroying me from the inside. It started in my womb. I feel knots in my stomach reminding me of what was once there. Then it spreads to my lungs making it hard to breath. After that my brain starts to hurt as I think of what I've done all the time. Finally, my heart feels as if it's being twisted like someone would ring out access water from a dish rag. The guilt makes it impossible to look at my mom with out feeling as if I betrayed her. That's when I knew I had to get out of here. Away from everything that reminds me of myself. When the house was empty I picked up the phone and called the school. I pretended to portray my mom telling the administration that 'my daughter' was sick and wouldn't be coming in today. I knew if I didn't make that call they would call my moms cell and she'd know I didn't go to school that day. I needed time to get away. 8 hours seemed to be enough to leave the state. Once that task was finished I changed into two pairs of shorts under loose jeans. I wore 2 tank tops and 1 shirt. It was the end of summer and the heat would be unbearable, but I needed extra room in my backpack which was waiting on the bottom steps. I carried my guitar with me hoping I could make a few extra bucks on the corners or at the parks. At 6:30 I left for the bus station a few blocks over. I had $600 dollars saved up from babysitting and jobs I held for short periods of time. Without a lot of money I had to find the cheapest bus that could get me out of the state. Unfortunately, that only got me to Arizona. From there I'd walk or steal a bike that could get me a few more miles away. I planned to go to New York. Maybe start up a career on Broadway and make something of myself. But first, I needed to get there. It'd be faster if I traveled upstate and then across through Michigan and other states, but there was the fact that the longer I was in California, the more likely other police stations would find me before it moved to Federal jurisdiction. At first my mom is probably going to think I got kidnapped or murdered before she even considers I ran away. I never indicated I was mad at her or struggling with life, so she wouldn't believe it. But in a few months I plan to write a letter explaining why I did this. It'll be hard to admit it, but I believe she'll understand. Each step I took got me farther away from my old life and closer to my new one. I hung my head. I didn't want anyone to recognize me before I got out of here. When I reached the bus station I was glad when they didn't ask me for identification or anything. I got on the bus and sat in the far corner. The stench reeked of sweat, urine, and other unmentionables and the seats were dirty and there were stains I didn't even want to know where they came from. There was an elderly woman sitting across from me reading a book. A man in a business suit dressed for work. I could only guess why he would be going all the way to Arizona for work. There were a few more people. Not enough to crowd the bus, but one stood out. A man covered in rags and grime. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes were void of emotion, as if he had nothing to strive for. I can only hope that I'll make it to New York before I look like that too. Then the bus lurched forward as it started to leave the station. And thus my journey begun. Sorry for all the parts. I realized that it didn't post all of it and then I had to post the rest in parts due to character limit. But that is all for now. Thanks!!

Resolved Question: What are some good, pet friendly, cheap hotels in Manhattan NY ?

Me and my family are driving to New York from Canada . And we just went on vacation to Florida so we spent a lot of money there. So we don't have much money to spend on a hotel. My family is driving with 2 adults, 2 teenagers, and 1 very small 9 month old well trained Shitzu . We are looking for an at least 4 or 5 star hotel in Manhattan NY that is Pet friendly. The maximum price would have to be up to $170 per night. An we are only staying for 3 nights on the long weekend in August. There has to be 2 double beds, and it has to be clean and preferably free breakfast. Thanks to everyone and i really hope you can find something for me. :)

Resolved Question: Is my life abysmal? If so, what should i do?

I'm 16 years old (17 in November) and my life does not appear to fare well. I live in i filthy cramped one bedroom house (My parents have to take the living room) and my mum always works late hours and does absolutely nothing around the house (she's at the gym half the time and ill the other half). My dad tells me i'm ugly with a broad flat nose and refers to me as a pickaninny. My area is poverty stricken and plagued with youth crime (South London). Other relatives live next door to me and refer to my character as useless and selfish (just like my parents). My nature is quiet and feminine therefore my more boisterous cousins are given preferential treatment with SEVERE double standards. I've been loathed and despised by classmates throughout my ENTIRE school life. I've never had ONE single friend throughout my educational career. I attended a private school (to get me away from the ''bad'' crowd). Indeed, i am grateful to my parents for making this sacrifice, however hopes for a more positive experience would soon be thwarted, classmates would either make fun of me or disregard my thoughts completely although i displayed good-manners, always chosen last for sports teams and alone for all of the day, i would then take to truancy. This action i completely regret and i fear of the impact made upon my GCSE results. I do not remain in contact with any of them, either way my daily routine for the holidays is concentrated around Breakfast, Internet, the occasional swim and bed-alone. I normally eat properly approximately once or twice a day (twice if i'm lucky) My clothes are five sizes too small (all the funds have been concentrated into school fees) and my parents criticize me for dressing like a ''chav''. I've posted a similar question about a while ago and people have told me to move out when i turn eighteen, but i'm not sure if i can last a year and four months without going completely insane. It is my dream to abandon these troubles by starting afresh in a foreign country (Jamaica or even the US-particularly New York, Los Angeles or Florida), possibly seeking employment as a waitress or the like . If i sound ungrateful, please feel free to comment but my situation does cause me some annoyance.

Resolved Question: Would you read a story thats starts like this? (A journal entry?)?

Dear Journal, 9/20/10 This is my first day in Pennsylvania. I miss Florida immensely. I miss my friends, my house, my old life, and the sunlight. The sun because it makes Them weaker. My house is pretty nice. It actually has one of those large Oak trees with the swing by my window. So, in the backyard. My house is surprisingly big and has a huge lawn. Not really my style. But I do absolutely love the tree. It's nothing like I could have had while in the Sunshine State. Well, I love my room. I have already brought in all of my stuff, including my bed. My room had a conveniently raised platform for it. The real bad parts about this are: 1) More vampires running around, 2) I moved away from all my hopes and dreams at the age of seventeen and 3) I start school at Pocono Mountain High School tomorrow. I don't know what is going to happen, I just know it is going to be something bad. And that I'll see at least two vampires at my school. Well, I have to go. Let's hope my brother, Cole, gets here with my car soon. -Sophia Divina I shut my journal and slid it into the drawer of my desk right next to my wand. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like being normal. I got up from my desk and got ready for bed. I thought of how ironic it was that my parents, who don't know The Secret, got me pajamas with witches on broomsticks on them. The shirt says "Talk to the wand". They have no idea. I fell asleep worried and uncomfortable. The next morning felt like a dream. Or should I say a nightmare. I got dressed in my Gothic attire (its a witch thing) and slumped down the broad staircase. "Good morning Sunshine." My brother teased from the kitchen table. I glared at him, which made him grin even more. "Where's my car?" I hissed at him, trying to hide my fangs. Which I am very good at, due to my part vampire-ness. I mean the hissing part. He rolled his eyes and stuck his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the driveway. For a younger brother he sure was annoying. "Sophia! When are you ever going to cut your hair? It's almost down to your knees! You look like an over sized chocolate bar!" My mother exclaimed sauntering into the kitchen. I shrugged, biting into a breakfast bar. Ooh, peanut butter flavored! "Hey sis, I don't want to take the 'rents car to the High. Could you drive me?" He asked after my mother had left, he changed his voice to sound all perfect brother like. His big brown, innocent eyes looked up at me. I sighed. I couldn't blame him though. My parents own a rusty green pickup. My car was a black sports car that looked like it had been caught in a game of paint ball. Hey, when you're being chased by vampires as much as I am, you need a cool but fast getaway! The bad part about driving my brother is that he jabbers the whole way. I was itching to take my wand and shut him up. But that just wouldn't be normal sister like would it?

Resolved Question: Key West on a Budget (2 people)...Ideas?

My fiancé and I live in Florida, but we are considering going to Key West July 22-25. We need ideas on places to stay and things to do without going overboard with money. Please give any ideas on hotels or bed & breakfasts (we have AAA), activities, food, & anything else. We appreciate any help. Thanks :)

Voting Question: What should I do about my fiancé's child?

I just recently got engaged, and my fiancé has a 4 year old son. Before our engagement, his son was very well behaved and respected me. Now all of a sudden, he ignores me, refuses to talk to me, and does anything he can to get in between me and my future husband. We don't even sleep in the same bed anymore on the weekends he has him. His mother is a good for nothing bottom feeder who hasn't worked in 6 years and just had her third baby (all different fathers). She will do ANYTHING to get someone to watch him just so she can go out to the bars every night. She does nothing for the future of her children and she is injecting in his mind that I am taking his dad away from him and that that I am a bad person and he shouldn't talk to me. I'd really hate to say this, but she is a horrible mother. She lets him stay up until 2 AM. The kid goes to bed later than I do. She allows him to drink pop with his breakfast, too. It's not like my fiancé can do anything to change it because he only get him every other weekend. Also, she is threatening to move to Florida with him and get full custody of him because she doesn't want her son around me. This is because before he was brainwashed by this piece of work, he would always ask about me and go home and tell her all the fun things I took him to do, and she's realizing I act like more of a mother than she does, and she's mad. I've gotten to the point where I can't be around his son anymore for now. I shouldn't have to walk on egg shells whenever he's around. My fiancé tried talking to her about it and she is pulling the whole "it's either your son, or her" bs. I just don't know what to do, and need some advice on how to handle this because I am 20, still young and still in nursing school and have enough to worry about than a 4 year old who disrespects me all the chance he can get. Thanks! I KNOW I come second and he is trying to get full custody of him. Also, they were broken up before he was born, so they weren't together whatsoever in his life. And NO I don't punish his child or ever tried to because I refuse to do that. Basically, I just want to know if it's normal for me to act/feel the way I am, and if how his child is acting is just a phase.

Resolved Question: Can anyone recommend a place to stay?

I am a writer looking for a nice quiet inn or bed in breakfast to visit for a few days to get away and write (not too expensive). I live in Florida but am willing to travel to nearby states. Has anyone had any good experiences anywhere or could suggest a lodge or similar for me? Thanks!

Resolved Question: Could you read, review, and correct my story? Only part of chapter 1.?

Dear Journal, 9/20/10 This is my first day in Pennsylvania. I miss Florida immensely. Mostly because the sunlight makes it harder for Them; it makes Them weaker. My house is pretty nice. It actually has one of those large Oak trees with the swing by my window. So, in the backyard. My house is surprisingly big and has a huge lawn. Not really my style. But I do absolutely love the tree. It's nothing like I could have had while in the Sunshine State. Well, I love my room. I have already brought in all of my stuff, including my bed. My room had a conveniently raised platform for it. The real bad parts about this are: 1) More vamps running around, 2) I moved away from all my hopes and dreams at the age of seventeen and 3) I start school at Pocono Mountain High School tomorrow. I don't know what is going to happen, I just know it is going to be something bad. And that i'll see at least two vampires at my school.(at least one will be one of Them) Well, I have to go. Let's hope my brother, Cole, gets here with my car soon. -Sophia Carterson I shut my journal and slid it into the drawer of my desk right next to my wand, Yep, I'm a witch. More specifically a half-witch half-vampire. According to witches code, I am only allowed to tell one mortal outside of my family what I am. No more. And yes by mortal I do mean I live forever. Unless, you know, I'm killed. But who could ever want to kill an innocent (cough, cough) seventeen-year-old monster? Well, vampires is obvious. The WDA. WDA stands for Witch Destruction Agency. There is also the VDA, which is for vampires. So,I kind of fall into both categories. There is also a WWDA for werewolves, and so on. It is their life's dream to rid the world of us. All of us. I got up from my desk and got ready for bed. I thought of how ironic it was that my parents, who don't know the secret, got me pajamas with witches on broomsticks on them. The shirt says "Talk to the wand". They have no idea. I fell asleep worried and uncomfortable. The next morning felt like a dream. Or should I say a nightmare. I got dressed in my Gothic attire (its a witch thing) and slumped down the broad staircase. "Good morning Sunshine." My brother teased from the kitchen table. i glared at him, which made him grin even more. "Where's my car?" I hissed at him. Which I am very good at, due to my vampire-ness. He rolled his eyes and stuck his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the driveway. For a younger brother he sure was annoying. "Sophia! When are you ever going to cut your hair! It's almost down to your knees! You look like an over sized chocolate bar!" My mother said sauntering into the kitchen. I shrugged, biting into a breakfast bar. Ooh, peanut butter flavored! "Hey sis, I don't want to take the 'rents car to the High. Could you drive me?" He asked after my mother had left, he changed his voice to sound all perfect brother like. His big brown, innocent eyes looked up at me. I sighed. I couldn't blame him though. My parents own a rusty green pickup. My car was a black sports car that looked like it had been caught in a game of paint ball. Hey, when you're being chased by vampires as much as I am, you need a cool but fast getaway! The bad part about driving my brother is that he jabbers the whole way. I was itching to wand and shut him up. "Hey, what's this?" He asked grabbing my wand from my purse. I snatched it away, but not before he managed to yank off the crystal tip. His eyes widened as he looked more closely at the black diamond. "Wow," He breathed. "Nice rock. Where'd you get it?" I grabbed the diamond and stuck it back on. I turned to glare at him. "None of your business." I growled, which, again, wasn't hard to do since I'm half-blood sucker. And then, though I hate saying it, we finally arrived at the school. I pushed Cole out his door and ran into the huge building. It had various student paintings on the walls. There were also little red signs telling what each room was. They had an indoor pool! I quickly found the main office. It was surprisingly cozy. The walls were a light blue and it had green shaggy carpet. There were a few colorful plants scattered around the room and pictures of past principles. The were two other doors in the room, which I guess led to smaller offices or storage rooms. There was one desk. A small women behind the desk peered up at me. She looked to be about twenty-seven with her bright red hair and purple glasses. "Hello dear," she said, smiling "What's your name Hon?" "Sophia Carterson." Her eyes lit up. I guess they were expecting me. "Oh, right! You're that new student! Hold on, I'll go get your schedule and call down your guide." she walked into a side door. I heard the intercom come on. "Attention stude

Resolved Question: holiday in florida september 2010?

Me and my partner are holidaying in florida this year and are unsure on how much spending money to take? please can some one advise us on this... We are going for 2 weeks in september. Already have all our park tickets for all parks so will not need to buy once we are there. are stay in on INTERNATIONAL drive bed and breakfast including free shuttle to parks. We enjoy a drink but will only be limiting this to a few beers a nite. Not really to bothered and shopping but if we have spare cash will do so. Are wanting to keep money to a budget ideas how much?