How to survive Aliens in the Attic

Uh-oh! Stuck in the most dangerous movie of all time if you're an adult, you're pretty much screwed. Because, those plugs only work on 18+. It's also dangerous for 17- because kids have to use weapons. If you're 17- and have bad aim, you're pretty much screwed. Unless you like potatoes. *makes fries* Oh, you have to write these EXACTLY correct or you're screwed. Also, remember to bring an umbrella so you don't get a paint stain on your pants. That's all!

How to survive Land of the Lost

So let's say, you're on the Today show and Dr. Marshall is in there. Yep. You somehow got stuck in Land of the Lost.
So, these are the rules for surviving. Get a pencil and a notepad. There are quite a few.
NEVER trust the lizard man wearing a tunic, if you do, you'll make a BIG mistake.
If you see any lizards, run like hell, they'll eat you if you give them the chance. NEVER sing while you're outside. You'll get killed by a mosquito or a Sleestak.
NEVER lay down on a table with pictures on it. You'll get stabbed to death.
REMEMBER: Singing outside= death.
NEVER admire the 2 moons.
That's it!
I've seen the movie and made sure, if you get stuck in it to take precautions.

Child Abuse Is Not Okay

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My name is Misty
I'm only three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have
Made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse,
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream,
But its much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Misty. And you can help. And please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.

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