Part one of term paper
It was a cold winter day in December when our parents got us all ready for the long trip to Grandma’s for the annual Christmas dinner. While Jake and I were wrapping ourselves with our newly knitted sweaters and jackets, mom and dad were getting the truck loaded with food and presents. “Why do we have to go to this stupid Christmas thing ...

Part two of term paper
... have more chores to do for repenting!” “Tina, Jake, time to go!” yelled mom from the bottom of the stairs. As we started down the stairs, I began to think about what Jake had just said. Maybe he was right. I mean, we do have alot of power over the house right now anyway. We could just take over and force them to let us do anything. They believe Satanist have alot of power. If they really don’t, we could just not tell them and pretend we do. They would never know the difference anywa ...