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January 21, 2014

Update! Update! Random blog post coming through!

January 21, 2014 | By | 4 Comments

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We’re a good week into school, and, well, I figured I’d go ahead and post a random blog!

Because, really, who doesn’t love randomness???

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First, I’d like to show everyone my new room arrangements! I love this set up, it’s soo homey. Also, on the same note, I got a new roommate this semester. She’s quite awesome. I’ll have to do an interview on her one of these days.

My Bed!

My Bed!

This is pretty much my side of the room....and yeah, my bed is in the closet. But hey, it works!

This is pretty much my side of the room….and yeah, my bed is in the closet. But hey, it works!

A view from the living room, and my roomie's side!

A view from the living room, and my roomie’s side!

My desk...cluttered as always!

My desk…cluttered as always!

In other news, for those of you curious as to what my schedule looks like……here’s a picture of it!

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Basically, I have four classes on Monday and Wednesday–these classes start at noon.

On Tuesday and Thursday I have one class (Praise the lord!)

And on Friday I have three classes.

(Name of classes: Composition II; Applied math with statistics; New Testament; Digital Photography; Multimedia Workshop and Persuasion. That’s a total of sixteen hours ya’ll!!!!)

Alright, well I’m going to call it quits for this blog today!

I hoped you enjoyed my randomness (I also hoped you enjoyed the cat video!)

See ya next week!

Peace and Love

Britney

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January 15, 2014

The Perks Of Staying ON Campus

January 15, 2014 | By | No Comments

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Whilst I was away during winter break, I had a lot of time to myself…like a lot of time.

You know, that’s never a bad thing, but with this spare time I found myself thinking about how much I missed MNU’s campus and how life would be strangely different without it. After all, they do say: You never know what you have until it’s gone. 

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Welp, now that that’s out of the way, I have compiled a list of, what I like to call, The Perks of Staying on campus.

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Number One:

Once you’ve been on campus, there’s no turning back.

Seriously.

MNU is basically your home now–and even home doesn’t compare to campus life. Being pampered from mom and dad just wasn’t doing it for me anymore.

The first day back at my parent’s house was the toughest. I literally thought I was going to die of boredom. Here, on campus, there’s always something to do–not to mention, there’s unlimited food.

It took awhile before I could tune back into a slow-pace lifestyle. There was a point where Netflix and Tumblr wasn’t cutting it for me anymore.

Number Two:

Remember how I mentioned the unlimited food thing?….Well, I’m not kidding.

Even when Campus Center is closed–It’s open from 7am-7pm–there’s always an alternate option.

We have a coffee shop named Dewy’s, located inside of the campus library; open from 7am to 9pm. Dewy’s is basically a Starbucks on crack, and they are quite famous for their frozen drinks, muffins, and donuts!

Then, there’s Land Cafe, located inside of Land Gym.

Land Cafe would compare to the average Buffalo Wild Wings (Er, well, not really…) But they’re open from 9pm-11pm.

At Land you can find warm foods like: pizza, wings, bosco stix, pretzels…and much more.

Literally, the possibilities are endless….and very delicious!

Lastly, there’s the good old Applebee’s.

Yup, I said it, Applebee’s.

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Applebee’s isn’t exactly on campus, but it’s three minutes away. My friends and I call it, “The campus away from campus” because, for the most part, there probably won’t be a day that you don’t see a familiar face from MNU there.

I choose to add Applebee’s to the list because of the good deals. Although it cost money, it’s worth it.

After nine, all of the appetizer’s on the Applebee’s menu are half-price.

AND, there’s a promo that anyone can sign up for called PERKS. Basically, with one of these codes, you’re getting five dollars off any menu price.

If you play your cards right, you’ll never have to pay for a full meal at all.

Number Three:

If not all, most of your friends are on campus.

I mean, Skype doesn’t even cut it.

And forget about texting.

Nothing compares to that face to face interaction you have with all your besties.

If anything, besides the food, the one thing I missed were my buddies. It’s crazy, but the people at MNU become your sidekicks. You’ll do anything and everything with them, and that time that you spend together creates a bond that will transfer past your college years.

I don’t know where I’d be without my friends. That’s why I always say: If you’re going to come to MNU, get INVOLVED.

I’m serious; it’s so worth it.

That’s all for this week, folks!

I hope you enjoyed the perks!

Keep it real.

Stay clean.

See ya next week!

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December 17, 2013

This Has Nothing To Do With The Holidays…

December 17, 2013 | By | No Comments

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 It has taken me awhile to find the perfect topic to blog about since the holidays have taken over, and after a week of thinking about it, I’ve decided to bring in the christian aspects of MNU–because really, that’s what MNU is all about.

My favorite part about MidAmerica is how the community challenges you, and makes you think–especially when it comes to where you stand with Christ.

Sometimes you don’t know where you stand–literally–and you find yourself falling. If anything, I know what it’s like to forget where you belong among many others who believe in the same God that you believe in.

But trust me, DON’T BE FRIGHTENED, dear.

Ha, I know it can be scary, but that is why there are so many people on campus who are literally here to help you.

And if you do feel like you’re going to lose your place, don’t be afraid to find someone to mentor you. There are plenty of people whose lives you’d want to immaculate crawling across the campus grounds. There are small groups, chaplains, resident educators, saints (not kidding), a college youth group, also known as Kairos, residential assistants, and possibly even you roommate!

So, I hope you enjoyed the video, and I pray that you decide to not only get involved with the campus community, but that you get involved with spiritual life as well.

As always,

Peace and Love

Britney Lewis

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December 4, 2013

Procrasti-Nation…Have You Joined Yet?

December 4, 2013 | By | No Comments

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Ahh, the sweet smell of waiting to do nothing.

Yup, that’s where I’ve been for the last two weeks.

I’ve been talking myself out of endless assignments because if it’s due tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow–not joking.

I mean, the art of procrastination is an intense skill. I’ve been trying to procrastinate procrastinating, but I’m even failing at that. It’s just that procrastinating has become such a huge part of my life…I’m not sure what my world would be like without it.

It would just be weird…you know?

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So with the help of a few Tumblr Gifs, I can accurately walk you through the current phases of my life as I brace finals week head-on.

As we all know, procrastination is a cycle that looks a lot like this:

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Now, once you’ve entered the cycle, it’s obvious that there are no exits. I can admit, I’ve actually tried to break the cycle–it’s harder than it looks, seriously–but somehow I get sucked back in. Just the other day I was telling myself how I was going to write my speech three days before hand.

But then this happened…

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Now three days have passed, and here I am…writing my speech less than twenty-four hours before it’s due.

It’s like no one understands! I can’t help that I get distracted and suddenly develop ADD while I’m doing homework….It just happens…okay.

And we’re not even going to mention those assignments that profs slip in at the end of class….

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Like, was that even on the syllabus? IT’S DUE TOMORROW? WHAT IS LIFE????!!!

Then I find myself like this…

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Because I don’t want to stay up all night writing a twenty-page book report.

And If I get that paper done before midnight….

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Welp, you’re darn skippy that I’m going to look a whole lot like that image above because no one wants to pull an all-nighter, and if they say they do….well, then they obviously don’t value sleeping like the rest of the college students I know.

So, there you have it, folks! Here’s Procrasti-Nation at it’s finest…have you joined yet? Ha, I know I sure have.

But, seriously, I really have to get off this blog because even as we speak, I have a whole lot homework to do.

Over and out, Homies!

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November 26, 2013

What Are You Thankful For?

November 26, 2013 | By | No Comments

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This thanksgiving break is going to be epic!

Haha, just kidding!

Well, hey, It might be epic…Possibly…Like maybe if I wish on a shooting star and find fairy dust in a secret forest somewhere.

Regardless of the stars in the sky, and Tinker Bell’s leftovers, my Thanksgiving break will consist of three things: Food, my laptop, and Netflix.

Of course, between my food breaks, the overheating of my laptop, and stretching time between episodes of Scandal, I’ll have plenty of time to praise God for every graceful thing in my life.

What are you thankful for this year?

When I think about all that this year has consisted of, it’s hard to choose just one thing.

Honestly, I am so thankful for school. I know that sounds witty and what not, but I’m serious. I don’t know where I would be if it weren’t for MidAmerica–I can’t imagine my life any other way. And though I have four jobs that keep me on my toes, homework and papers up to my elbows, and professors who assign the same due dates, I am glad to be in college.

SO yeah, considering everything else going on in life, this Thanksgiving might actually be epic.

I get a break from work.

I get a break from homework (Ha, well sorta).

And I get a break from stressing out completely!………..well, that’s debatable…..but you get my jist, don’t you?

Tell me, what are  you thankful for this year? Is it for the same thing I’m thankful for? Or, I bet it’s something different. Feel free to share if you’d like. If not, I guess you can keep all your grace to yourself

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But Hey, I guess I don’t need the fairy dust and falling stars after all! ;)

Have a Lovely day!

And A Turkey-full Thanksgiving.

Peace and Love,

Britney

 

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November 19, 2013

This Could Be YOUR RA.

November 19, 2013 | By | No Comments

At MNU, and in most college dormitories, there is an Residential Assistant, or RA, assigned to a every hall. I’d like to think that the RA’s at MNU have a special kick to them, and that they give off a sense of home–in fact, I know that there is something different about the RA’s at MNU because I interviewed one, and I know that having someone who makes you feel like you “belong“, while you’re in a strange new place, can make the world that much better.

So let me introduce you to Terrin Garber:

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-Where are you from?

Carthage Missouri. Originally from Houston Texas. but moved here the summer before 8th grade.

-What year are you?

Junior

-How was it, for you, when you moved in your freshman year? How did you feel? What were your fears and hopes?

It was awesome.

Fears: I didn’t have too many fears. I was excited to get to know more people.

Hopes:  To do well in baseball, and  to learn more about the bible.

-What do you think it takes to become an RA?

Know who you are; be willing to be selfless, and plan for spontaneous events. Learn to be adaptable; be a leader, and try to connect with others.

 

-Is it possible to truly love those whom you don’t like or get along with?

Yes. Prayer changes everything. You might not like someone and think you might not have anything in common with them, but you truly never know unless you try. A professor here, Dr. Dunn, always said, “You have to view people for whom Christ died.” When you view people that way, it’s easier to realize that God didn’t just sacrifice his son for you, but for everyone. We are called to love the unlovable, so love extravagantly.

-How would you say, that being a leader in a christian community, has impacted you?

It makes you grow up–I’m a completely different person than who I was two years ago. Being a leader makes you consider your actions and think about how your decisions could affect other people.

-Do you have any advice for the people who want to come to MNU?

COME! Don’t worry; don’t  sweat the small stuff.  When you feel like your world is crashing in, it’s probably not. Appreciate your parents; don’t rush things. Live NOW. Be here NOW. Highschool only happens once. You’ll only be 17 for one year, so give it all you’ve got! 

Fun Facts:

What’s your favorite meal at Campus Center?

Country fried steak and spicy chicken.

Favorite Color?

Red.

Favorite worship song?

Because He Lives by the Gathors.

Favorite movie?

Pride and prejudice.

Favorite season?

Summer

If you could change one thing that you’ve done today, what would it be?

I wouldn’t have put so much Italian dressing on my salad. ( <<<<—— Seriously…who says stuff like this???)

Welp, That’s all folks!

I hope you enjoyed this week’s blog!

See ya next time!

Britney Lewis

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November 14, 2013

TWIRP UPDATE: The Frustration Ain’t So Tough.

November 14, 2013 | By | No Comments

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Howdy, blog world.

I come to you with good news. In the previous post, I expressed my frustration about TWIRP week….

Not much has changed since then.

Haha, just kidding. I mean, I still agree that the process is frustrating. The whole girl asking a guy out ordeal is ridiculous….but you won’t believe how many people have participated in it thus far! The girls are coming out from the dust, and guys have been asked out left and right. The TWIRP fest is taking over…I don’t know what’s happening to society, but I’m telling you: GIRLS RULE!!!

I’ve seen So many creative Ideas. Girls have serenaded guys, they’ve photo bombed them, sent them on scavenger hunts, and have even had the marbles to ask them out face-to-face!

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But this makes me wonder….If girls have the power to ask guys out creatively, then WHY CAN’T GUYS DO THE SAME THING.

Heck, I hardly feel bad for some of the males who weren’t twirped. I mean, hello, welcome to the struggle bus! Girls spend hours, days, months, and years waiting to be asked out by a guy. Do you even realize how good us girls would feel if we were simply asked out on a friend date? Do you know how different the MNU community would be? Just imagine…it would be that much better.

Fellas, ya need to step up your game! Cuz us women are making ya’ll look like wimps!….Seriously.

So, if you must know…Yes, I twirped someone. Mind you, I was trying to explain this story to my older sister, and she kept thinking I said, “tripped”….which makes the story funnier than it actually is.

The TWIRP plan: I woke up at the early hours of 8:42 am, and began writing out letters for the scavenger hunt I would send this guy on. In the letter, I tell him that he’s been chosen to go on a mission, and with each envelope he finds, he will be given a number. I tell him to remember these numbers because they will come in handy at the end. Then, I seal the envelopes with clues, and I begin to scatter them out around campus. Once he collects all the numbers, he’s supposed to enter the digits into his phone, and my name will appear.

I thought it was an awesome plan…but it was bound for a few mishaps.

I place the first envelope in the admission’s office. The second envelope was inside of his mailbox; the third envelope was tapped under a pool table in the boy’s lobby, and the last envelope was at the front desk in Mabee library, along with a package of beef jerky (to remind him not to be jerky about his decision).

The waiting game was insane! I’ve never been so nervous in my life, and I didn’t think he’d figure out any of the clues…But HE DID…and somehow, he managed to do the scavenger hunt completely backwards! (I honestly don’t know how he did that) Either way, what matters is that he figured it out!

Kuddos to ya!

By the way, here’s the picture of that crazy guy!

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I’d like to conclude this update on a positive note. Girls, if you’re too chicken to ask one of your guy friends out, JUST DO IT! You won’t regret it (well, you probably would if he said no….but he won’t say no…at least I hope not). If he’s really  your friend, then he’ll make it fun for you. And remember, it doesn’t have to be ROMANTIC! Just have fun.

And to the boys…well, you already know how I feel.

Haha, that’s all folks!

Over and out!

 P.S. click on the toggle button bellow if you missed out on the blog post from Tuesday!

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November 12, 2013

Tis The Season To Be TWIRPED

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It’s that time of season when the leaves are falling, and the scent of college boys are lingering around in the air–it’s usually a smell of over-sprayed Axe and Old Spice with a little sweat mixed along with it.

It’s about this time when MidAmerica decides to advertise their annual event: TWIRP

For many of you who aren’t familiar with this term, I’m going to start off  by saying: “No, this has nothing to do with twirking.”

When I came to MNU my freshman year, for the longest time, I thought TWIRP was pronounced TWIRK, and I was really confused as to why there was a big hype to it, and why everyone wanted to participate in it. I mean, eww….???

Anyway, TWIRP is a short acronym that means: The Woman Is Required To Pay. Thus, girls grow magical marbles, and find the courage to ask a sweaty guy, of their choosing, out on a date.

It’s Supposed to be ROMANTIC–they say.

You’ll love it–they say.

It will be the best experience of your life–they say.

But I beg to differ. Whenever I think of TWIRP, I have one emotion: frustration.

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 So now, I get that you probably might feel my bitterness toward the situation. You might be grumbling things like: Why is it such a big deal? Don’t be sour about it. Really, what do you have to lose?

Oh, I’ll tell you what I have to lose: MY DIGNITY!

Ha, no, just kidding….but seriously. Asking a guy out takes major guts. If you ask out one of you’re good friends, you could risk losing a friendship, embarrassment, and rejection–which is a triple wammy!

From experience, I can personally say that the twirping thing didn’t work out for me. I was turned down–high and dry–before I even had the chance to process what had happened.

But hey, my experience doesn’t mean that this will happen to everyone. I’ve seen plenty of girls exceed in the TWIRP process.

So if you’re a girl wanting to do this–I say GO FOR IT.

And if you’re just another loner like me–Lay Low.

Ha, either way, I’ve got your back!

Till Next Time!
Love Britney!

Britney Lewis

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November 5, 2013

Sometimes Popularity Don’t Come Till You’re 82!

November 5, 2013 | By | No Comments

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By now, I’m sure more than half of the people affiliated with MNU know who Granny Franny is–I mean, seriously, how could you not?

The Hiawatha, Kansan native spoke with me last Thursday afternoon. It was Halloween, she had just completed two test, and she was excited to show me pictures of the creepy mask she had on earlier.

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I laughed at the photos–this woman was stinking adorable; no wonder she was so popular, she was an easy person to love. However, This wasn’t the first time that Franny and I had conversed; we were actually quite friendly toward each other, and I was dying to know how her trip to the Queen Latifah Show went.

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Granny Franny sat back in the booth she was in, crossed her arms, and tugged at a single strand of her fleece, white hair. “Oh, Britney,” She went on, “Who would have thunk it?” She said, and continued to say every time I reminded her of her sudden fame. “You know, the other day I googled my name and 140 links appeared.” She said that ‘Granny Franny Homecoming Queen’ had gone viral. She didn’t know why it was such a story, but from then, she began receiving calls upon calls, upon calls, and it didn’t take long before the producer of The Queen Latifah show called.

Granny smacked her lips and nodded her head. “It was a long phone interview.” She stated, referring back to the conversation she had with Queen Latifah’s producer. After turning down an opportunity to be on Inside Edition, she agreed to fly to LA to be a part of the Queen Latifah Show.

“I didn’t know what I was in for.” She continued. Then she leaned in to whisper, “Britney, I didn’t know how to pronounce that woman’s name at all. Before that day, I had never even heard of The Queen.”

I laughed hysterically, and began to name a few movies that I had seen with The Queen in it. Then I went on to ask her how she felt; I wanted to know: was she nervous being interviewed by someone so well-known in the entertainment industry?

Frances smiled. “I wasn’t nervous at all. Queeny made it easy to talk to–she was a lot like you.” I bit down on my lip. Ha! Did Granny Franny just compare me to Queen Latifah? What the heeyy?

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She leaned in again. “I really enjoyed my time in Los Angeles on the show.” This actually wasn’t the first time that Frances had traveled this year. Earlier she had gone to Australia to attend an WCTU–woman’s christian temperaments union–convention, and also to Sacremento to attend another national WCTU convention. Franny is really involved in her community and her church. She likes to keep busy; she said it’s easier that way.

As Granny Franny and I began to wrap up our conversation, she went on to tell me that she will not be returning next semester. When I heard the news, my heart dried up and began to crumple into a million tiny pieces. I didn’t want her to leave, she had just got here; and honestly, she reminded me a lot of a grandmother that I would want to have. She told me not to worry, though, and that her time here has been an eventful one. She also gave me one of her home-made cards, and wrapped me tightly in her arms, suffocating me into a warm, blissful hug.

If there was one thing I learned about Granny Franny, It would be to take more risks. There are a handful of people who reminisce on their lives and wish that they had taken more risks, and had gone on more adventures. I surely hope to be a lot like Granny Franny when I reach her age. She is such a marvelous woman to speak to, and a blessing to our MNU community.

Granny and I

 

Until Next Time

Love, 

Britney

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October 29, 2013

A Mummy Like You

October 29, 2013 | By | No Comments

Blog world!

In the spirit of Halloween, I have written a short story for you to enjoy!

Remember, be safe this Halloween!

Till Next time,

Love,

Britney

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A Mummy Like You- By Britney Lewis

  I grabbed my jacket, brushed my brown hair into a ponytail, and climbed out my bedroom window in hopes to avoid confrontation with my parents. I was on my way to Whisper Creek’s hill in anticipation to see Caesarion’s spirit at midnight in the mausoleum. Caesarion was the son of Cleopatra VII and Julius Caesar. When he was seventeen, he was murdered by the current ruler, Octavian, out of fear that he’d lose his place as king. Old and mummified, Caesarion’s corpse was discovered a few years ago, and the museum in my city was granted the honor to keep his body on display. It is said that the mausoleum, a few ways down the road from the museum, has Caesarion’s spirit attached to it; and at midnight, on All Hallow’s Eve, under the skylight in the mausoleum, Caesarion comes back to earth for exactly three minutes and forty-five seconds. I didn’t believe the rumors at first, but after hours of YouTube videos on my laptop, I decided to check it out for myself. Not only will I be able to see a seventeen-year-old Egyptian boy from 30 BC, but I could videotape the sighting and turn it into my school’s contest for scariest video of all time. Not to mention, if I won, I’d have enough money to buy the new iPhone I’ve been waiting for.

When I made it to the catacombs, on top of Whisper Creek’s Hill, I entered the building with a confident heart. I wasn’t afraid of the experience I would face in the near future. After all, my name was Adira, and when translated from Hebrew, it means strong.

 I pushed the doors open, and a powerful wind filled with debris slapped me hard in the face. I struggled to breathe through a few coughs, and I fanned the air in front of me. The inside of the mausoleum was small, dark, and cold, but the skylight wasn’t too far from where I was. Out of precaution, I grabbed the flashlight I had packed in my backpack and turned it on.

The longer I walked down the hallway, the more I felt like the stone walls were closing in on me. I clung onto my arms and focused on my breathing. Everything will be okay, I thought. I’m just overreacting.

The floor moaned and creaked as I tip-toed down it, and the blood in my heart began to pump twice as fast. My fear was growing with every step I took closer to the skylight.

When I arrived to the center of the mausoleum, I opened my backpack and retrieved my camera. I sat it up in the corner of the room, next to one of the old walls. From this angle, the camera would catch everything in sight.

I checked the time on my wrist before I started the stop watch. It was exactly midnight which meant that Caesarion would be here in any minute…

While I waited under the skylight, the bright moon shun throughout the center of the mausoleum, enlightening the place with its creepy luminosity, and the trees outside filled the room with a plethora of shadows that played with my imagination. I thought the trees were trying to tell me something with their scrawny arms casted on the walls. Maybe they were warning me to leave…or maybe they were nothing more than shadows, and my mind was playing tricks on me.

I rubbed my cold palms together and checked the time again: sixty seconds had passed. Was it me, or did the temperature in here drop below freezing? I could see my breath as my breathing kicked it up a notch, and I began to waddle from side to side to get the blood flowing through my veins again.

As I turned around to face my camera, I smelt something strange. The room reeked of rotting eggs and raw meat. Covering my nose, I checked the time again. This time, three minutes had passed.

I huffed. “This is so stupid.” I mumbled. Why did I decide to come up here anyway? It was freezing, this placed smelt of the dead, and there was obviously no mummy spirit anywhere!

Whilst I retrieved my camera, and shoved it back into my book bag, I heard the tiles creek in the hall behind me. I glanced over at it, squinting my eyes so I could see in the dark, but there was nothing there. I shrug my shoulders. Oh, well. If the mummy isn’t going to come, then he can stay in this filthy place forever. I thought, as I zipped up my backpack.

I reached for my flashlight before I entered the hall that would take me back outside, but it wasn’t in my back pocket where I had placed it. I then scrambled though my book bag, but it wasn’t there either. I must have left it on the floor, under the skylight.

As I reentered the center of the mausoleum, I was stopped in my place. I kid you not, under the skylight, holding my flash light, was the mummy of Caesarion.

My jaw dropped, and my eyes grew with mystification. Holy cow! Was this actually happening right now? Was I witnessing the spirit of freaking mummy?!?!

I took my back pack off slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself while I looked for my camera. Once I had the camera in my hands, it slipped through my grasp, creating a noise that was loud enough to let Caesarion know that he was no longer alone.

I looked up slowly, terrified that something bad would happen, and when my eyes reached the center of the room, Caesarion was no where to be found.

I sighed in relief. His three minutes and forty-five seconds had been up, so his spirit must have vanished. As always, I had the worst timing.

As I stuffed my camera back into my bag for the last time, I was knocked off my feet by a piercing yell coming from behind me. Caesarion had never left, and as I scrambled to get to my feet, he was charging toward me.

Flustered and afraid that I’d lose my life, I ran to the opposite side of the room—this was about the same time when I declared my idea, to come to Whisper’s Creek, stupid. I should have stayed at home like all the other sixteen-year-olds.I could be warm and cozy in my bed, but instead, I’ve decided to risk my life for a brand, new IPhone–this is so not worth it.

My knees knocked together, and I was trembling all over. Dang it, Adira. This has got to be the stupidest idea in all of humanity!

Cornered into a wall, with no place to run, the mummy came closer to me. In order to protect myself from this “thing,”  I began flinging objects at him. I threw my camera, the watch I had on my wrist, and even a granola bar, but somehow, he managed to dodge everything I threw. What the heck? He was like some supernatural, ninja-mummy of the living dead.

Caesarion’s lifeless body trampled toward me, and with the light of the moon, I could see his eyes glistening. They weren’t the eyes that I was expecting; they didn’t seem dead or corroded, they were tantalizing. I was finding myself, oddly, paralyzed by this mummy’s gaze. How was this possible? How could something dead seem so undead…?

With my life hanging on the edge, I knew I would die soon. Caesarion was a foot away from me with his arms hanging low, and his head cocked to the side. Before he came any closer, he unraveled the cloth from his body, unveiling an enchanting silhouette of a teenage boy.

I cupped my mouth with both of my hands. How could this be? How is his body still intact, and why…why was he so beautiful?

Caesarion took another step toward me, smiling at me now. His short, black hair was perfectly groomed, and his teeth were whiter than mine. The dimple in the side of his smile lines was perfectly carved into his cheek, and when he pulled his lips into a smirk, his wide, hazel eyes, grew with excitement; the light danced in them, and they seemed softer than the cotton in my pillow case.

Caesarion leaned toward me, and when he did, I no longer felt afraid. He looked helpless, and I couldn’t help but smile at his current existence.

Then he whispered, with an accent as thick the sea.  “Welcome back, Adira. I’ve been waiting for your return for almost an eternity.” He grinned, captivating my soul with every consecrated word he spoke.