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Toys to offer my daughter for her 2nd birthday? Huge toy sales are going on now, and I'm wondering what sort of toys my girl might like the most in the coming months. We've recently moved and werent able to take any of her previous toys with us, only a few favorite stuffed animals, so she's pretty much lacking in the toy department. There are so many options though! She does have several dolls, blocks, and lots of books, but what other things are favorites for this age? She loves to draw, sing, and baby her dolls. I want to give her fun things, but then am also scared of just giving her 'girl' toys. Some options: play mini-kitchen, toy laptop, electronic piano (she liked to play on her grandparents' real piano), Dora doll and accessories, 4-in-1 coloring board, music story books. The list could go on forever!

Guys and Girls, is he playing me or is it real? help!? okay, so I met this AMAZING guy over the summer at a camp that I was working at For the last 2 weeks of august he and I became really close, and we flirted non stop eventually it got to the point where we were hooking up/messing around basically every day I'm still soo crazy for him I've seen him once since the end of august and he acted like he still likes me a lot but earlier we had talked about it and he said he didn't really want to date yet because of another girl he doesn't want to hurt who is his best friend - I totally understand that part because she is my friend too and she's crazy about him, I don't want to be the reason that friendship is broken up - He also has a reputation for randomly hooking up with girls and leading them on and then forgetting about them after the summer buut I think he has changed a lot this summer, he even told me himself that he thought I was better than any of the girls he's hooked up with, and a huge "improvement" cause hes had some pretty retarded girls in his life. . .. But I really don't know, I feel like I'm just a toy, doing whatever when we see eachother but nothing is coming from it I am SO crazy for him honestly I've turned down soo many guys just because I still love him alot, and he wants to see me again soon, but IDK is this real or am I just wasting my time? Thanks for taking the time to read, any advice would really help. <3 p.s he lives 3-4 hrs away which is why I don't see him very often thnx

Any pranks to play on this girl who is a real jerk? I've had 4 years of "C'mon, so-and-so isn't that bad. Besides, revenge is the way to go!" To make you understand how, uh, b3y0tchy she is, I will roleplay how being in her presence for five minutes would go. Her: Move. (pushes you into wall) You: God. You don't have to be so mean, I mean, seriously! Her: Shut up etc. She calls her self a Christian and pretends everyone likes her (only her 3 close copycat "friends") Any pranks? I have to spend more time with her because our church is doing this HUGE Christmas production. We are a "toy" scene, where little toys (teddy bears, baby dolls, puppets, jack-in-the-boxes, Raggedy Ann and Andy, clowns, cowboys, and Nutcracker Solidiers come to life. (I'm a marionette, she's a toy solidier.) We are situated: We have our costumes on a costume rack in our room. Two tables are covered with plain makeup, eye liner, mascara, lipstick, and foundation (boyz get it too!). I cannot mess up her makeup because we all share. Help!? I can't mess up her make up because the director's assistants through the makeup on the table, and we just find what we need, use it, and give it to some one else. I like the whipped cream idea, but about every other toy solidier and the stuffed bunny (my friend) would have it done too. Well, I had chocolate flavored laxatives, but they somehow disappeared! I was going to give one to her as a "peace offering", then crack up w/ my friends as she rushes to the bathroom. But now, as I said, they're gone! Any homemade laxative remedies?

Anyone explain what this dream means? HEEEELP? I was gone at some huge toy store. I had like $70 and I wanted to spend it and buy a barbie doll, I know, funny. I don't mind dolls anyways. And I was looking around to find a certain one but I didn't like any of them. Suddenly I bumped into two girls (that I don't even know in RL) and we began talking. I lied, telling them that I was looking for a barbie doll to give it as a present to my little cousin, which in real life i don't have one either. Anyways we exited the toy store and it was pretty late, it was night already. As we were moving towards a square, I saw a tall creature-demon holding some javelin weapon and it dashed toward us to attack us. It hit the two girls I was with and I fought it using a sword and I defeated it at the end. I don't remember what happened afterwards but some explanations would be nice, thanks.

I'm Mexican and I'm studying English, I have a huge doubt..? I have this homework which is a biography, I have doubts about the structure, grammar mostly. I was thinking if any of you could help me to verify if there are some errors (is it correct errors, or mistakes?) Thank you very very much. ... As far as I remember, I’ve always had that particular attraction for music and arts. Even when I was a little girl, instead being with other children playing some game, I rather used to take a record from my father’s collection and play it. Instead he doesn’t sing or play any instrument, he’s a musical person, I might got his passion for it. I remember I loved all that beautiful, different music, Dave Brubeck and Vienna Waltzes, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones, even old boleros and José José; I spent entire hours playing them, pretending that I was a famous artist and singing with a yellow toy microphone that my parents gave me once. I grew up amid a traditional, loving environment. My grandparents owned a sewing workshop and worked together making sheets, eiderdowns and pillows. While they were working, they used to sing boleros together, like in an old movie, whistling and answering each other with their humming. I loved to listen to them. On special dates and parties at grandpa’s house, all the family used to sit outside beside the garden after supper and sing traditional music, boleros, ballads, chilenas, Peruvian and Latin-American music. My uncle Pino played the guitar, my grandma –who has such an amazing contralto voice- singed the second voice, and my aunt Tere the first voice. But we all joined them too, or played maracas, and it was a fabulous living picture: it became one of my warmest memories; I keep it deep into my heart with so much love. That is the seed that was put into me while I was growing up, and as time went by, other rhythms, other melodies were watering it. I was nourished, fed with music. By the age of 12, I was already sure that my life had some kind of musical meaning. I fell in love with Rock & Roll when I was about 14 years old. I don’t remember quite well who showed me the real classic Rock and Roll, but suddenly I was hearing Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Yes, Pink Floyd, Velvet Underground, and Janis Joplin. Then came Siouxie and The Banshees, David Bowie, Bauhaus, The Cure, Joy Division and Pixies. I was so in love. I intended to be like Siouxie Sioux and Kim Deal, for the regret of my parents. I wanted to sing as them, to dress like them, to live like them. I wanted to rock. But my dream went no further. My parents said that it was for wanderers and that I shall study something else, like decent people. Instead I couldn’t took up studying Singing as a career, I met several musicians who I worked with and from whom I’ve learned many of the things I know today. Sometimes I regret so badly that I didn’t fight for what I wanted, but I recognize that in some way, I came very close. I’ve singed with jazz, trova, fusion rock and Brazilian music bands. Even sudden shows with some reggae and latin music friends’ bands. And I am totally sure that I have still plenty of time to make my dream come true, and rock all along! Thank you very much, it really helped me, I had doubts about writing "sang", my first draft was written with "sang" and a friend told me to change it! Oh, God, I have to trust more myself, ha ha. Also had doubts about the "instead" and "althought", but I think I've cleared it, thank to you. Allie, Thank you for your words. I'm not doing so bad, do I? Cherry, thank you too. Gongcan, thanks for the advice, and Chrispi, your daughter's fiance must be very happy!! Thank you all...

Where can I meet some friends? I am so lonely and have no friends what so ever whenever I am on the bus and I see people with their friends I get jealous since I have no one. I think my life is boring I usually sit on my computer all day long and on weekends the only friend I have is my computer and my drinks. I would drink an entire bottle of cocktail all by myself on the weekends friday-sunday since it takes my mind off my depression. I have no friends and feel so bad about it the only friend I had was the girl I met in junior high school and the last time we spoke was back in December of 2007 and then I think she changed her number or moved. The only people I have in my life right now is my grandparents and they're old so there's no fun I could have with them, my mother and my toddler daughter. I also have the baby daddy but he sucks so I am thinking of dumping him. I need a real husband not someone like him all he does is to drag me to his apartment to have sex. He is using me like a free prostitute and I just can't stand it so I told him I wont go there anymore that's when he starts talking to me like I'm some piece of trash. He calls me a bit*h and accuses me of having sex with other guys and he makes me sick. He thinks I owe him something but I don't owe him sh*t and he should get that through his skull. He does not support me or his own daughter but wants me to be his slave. He claims he loves her but I know he is lying since he tried to hurt her when she was still inside of me. When I was 7 months pregnant and was told by my OB/gyn doctor that I couldn't have sex because I was late in pregnancy and if I had sex it could cause me to go into pre-mature labor. He refused to understand this and when I was 7 months pregnant he showed a huge sex toy inside of me and luckily I didn't go into premature labor but I could have. He also could have crushed my baby's head while she was still inside of me by doing that since it was late in pregnancy after all of this he claims he loves me and his daughter. I am sick and tired of all of this I want to have friends, kids and a real man I am so depressed I feel like jumping off a roof what should I do?

I need my dream interpreted!? I was in an abandoned grocery store. It had all the groceries and workers, but nobody was there to shop! I was walking and looking at the employees and wondering what's going to happen to them. I started to "imagine", in my dream, people coming to shop. I felt really sorry for the employees and the grocery store. As I was imagining, I saw people come in. Like I "dreamed" them to come. This family, not my own, was shopping. I started to shop with them, like I was a part of their family. We looked at the cereal, didn't get anything. We looked at the tomatoes, but didn't get those either because they were shriveled and looked dry, not plump and healthy. We looked at the red peppers, I noticed they looked like hot chillis (they were too skinny and small), but the little girl in the family grabbed some anyways. Then my dream shifted to my sister's friends house. Their house was BEAUTIFUL and looked very lush. They were rich (but they aren't in real life). However, their house was so messy with clothes, toys, everything all over. Then I had le**** se* with this girl. I am not a le*****, and I'm in a relationship (except we didn't do anything se*ual, we just rolled around. But in my dream, it was se*). I got up (in the dream) and was my normal self. I wasn't "masculine" anymore. I saw the mom trying to get her daughters dressed for winter. They were looking for toques and mittens all over, but it was hard since it was messy. The little girl found a toque, but didn't like it so they had to look longer. I needed to use the bathroom, so I asked the mom where the bathroom was (I knew where it was, but I didn't want to be rude and use it anyways). The toilets were in open places. People would keep going by, so I used the less conspicuous one; it was purple. I used it, but then the little girls came in, so I pushed it back behind a furnace (it must have been a basement). It was a children's potty. I was constipated and couldn't do it. Then I saw my relatives come in. They sat around a table (this basement was so miniature). We talked (while I was still on the toilet), but they didn't notice or seem to care. Then we all left that house for some "journey" we had to take in life. I didn't dream of the journey...but When we were on our way back to the house, it was very dark out and we were in deep woods, we couldn't really see each other (there was like hundreds of us) We had to cross the train tracks, it was where two trains kept crossing each other, back and forth. We had to cross through when the trains weren't in the middle, it was "a great hardship". The voice I heard called it the "X". This small group ahead of us crossed, and I wanted to, but the boy next to me said we couldn't do it, I listened. It was a lush passenger train, and the passengers didn't see us, nor did they care because they were so blissful. I wondered why they were so happy while we were "suffering" and trying to get over a hardship. I wondered if what we were doing was useless. Then I appeared in the train, with all the blissful people. It was such a good, harmonious and loving feeling in there. I thought, "Why doesn't everyone out there just come in?" Then i saw that boy appear inside, he must have went through the same "revolution" as I did. He looked around in wonder. Then i saw my old friend (we had this huge fight a year ago and never talked since), she started talking to me like we were friends again. I didn't mind, I thought it was weird, but I treated her the same. We were in a grocery store, but this time it was full of people. My mom pulled me aside from her and the group I was in and told me her old advice. I think it was about eating oatmeal. Then this woman came to us and she was talking to my mom, she was excited to see me like I was a celebrity. She wanted to meet me, shake my hand, have my autograph, and such, but I didn't want to (it was a little too much for me).... I think that's where my dream ended. I'm sorry if it's choppy and jumpy, but that's how my dreams are. However, when I'm dreaming, it just kind of "flows" Thank-you for reading this and trying help me out! =)

A girl at work keeps rubbing up against me at work ...? she gets real close to me while i'm sitting at my desk and goes through my stuff. (i have a bunch of toys at my desk .. i'm a huge dork) and her breasts make contact with either my arm or back, she's obviously flirting right? or am i over reacting?

What do you think of this beginning? ? Please let me know what you think of it... and is there anything wrong with the grammar? what's wrong with it? I finished packing my last box of my stuff. I only had five boxes, two which were filled with my clothes. One filled with childhood memories and toys. The other two? Filled to the brim of books. I smiled and whispered to myself. “All done” At that point Lily came bursting in. She wore her long dark brown hair down which reached just above her waist, She had her favourite cap on twisted round backwards. Wearing some old tatty torn jeans and a vest top. You could honestly mistake her for a boy if it wasn’t for her hair and chest. “where’s my ball?” She cried ripping all my boxes open. “Lily!” I exclaimed neatly folding them back up. “where is it?!” She shook her arms frantically “ You haven’t seen it have you?” She questioned. “I saw Lola with it in the garden yesterday.” I replied. “What is she doing with it?” Lily frowned. “And its not for playing with!” She literally flew out of the room. Lily is my 14 year old sister, she’s a sports fanatic. She is on every girl team in our school which has to do with sports. Lily’s most prized possession is her foot ball. She got it when dad took her to her first ever football match four years ago. Somehow she had managed to get all of the players of Arsenal to sign it. Lily is a very popular girl at school with the football mad boys. I had watched her playing football with them in the park once. She was always tackling them down, or doing some sort of trick, scoring goals. I really don’t see how she can do all of it. I heard a shouting coming from downstairs. “What do you mean you lost it!” I heard Lily scream. “I didn’t mean I lost it! It is stuck in the fence!” Lola retaliated. I crept downstairs and saw Lily storming into the garden. Lola was fluffing up her beautiful brown hair (which was cut into a bob) in the mirror. She pouted her lips and smiled, and caught my eye in the mirror. “What?” She raised one eyebrow at me. Lola was dressed in a tight white blouse. Which clung to her and showed every beautiful aspect of her. Her huge chest, flat stomach and such beautiful curves. She was also wearing a black mini-skirt which had a cute pink heart at the bottom. She hardly had a bottom at all. “Why my little Juliet!” Dad Patted her hair. “Where do you think your going?” He remarked on her outfit. Lola put on her ‘acting face’ (as I like to call it) then said. “Oh Romeo! Romeo! You really don’t understand the meaning of fashion!” Dad laughed and she giggled. Lola is my other sister. She is fifteen and loves to act, she’s good at it too. I know she wants to be a actress. EVERYONE knows she wants to be a actress. She could make it as a model too but she doesn’t want to be one. She could, she’s that pretty. The boys at school like her for that. Lola is one of the most popular girls in school, not because she’s bad or gives the teachers cheek. Its because she is a very pretty girl as I have said before. Anyone would think we are a normal family but, there’s one secret we have to keep from everyone. We have Magic Powers. It probably sounds a bit babyish and I know a lot of people would instantly think of like the ‘fairy god mother’ in Cinderella. All that type of overrated magic. I am talking about REAL magic though. For example, Lily , she can run around the world in four seconds! She can even jump as high as a skyscraper! She’s trying to learn how to actually fly… But she is not allowed to use these powers. Its because we live in a ‘normal’ world as you would call it. Dad and mum let them use them once a month so they don’t get ‘rusty’ as dad calls it. Lola can even actually morph herself into animals! Or other type of creatures! She cant change her appearance or change into another human being. Even though she really wants to find out how. I haven’t figured out what my powers are yet. Mum and Dad are getting quite worried about me they are testing me out for all sorts of powers. Usually powers start to develop when your about seven. At first they thought I was a late developer. Now at twelve, they’re quite worried. yes with books. let and live <3 (something like that ;) ) I am 13..x

Can someone tell me if I had a UTERINE ORGASM or what feels like for them in detail? I've had sex with two guys before this last guy(rebound guy) that I heard was better than average. I was married for 15yrs faithfully. You girls know how we talk about anything about our men but we tell them we don't tell our friends how big they are. Well my friend openly asked how big he was and I did'nt know. So she told me how to do this without him knowing by making him fully erected and then putting my hand beside it with the fingertips pressed lightly against the pubic bone and remember where his tip ended. Which was wrong to do but later I grabbed a school ruler and messured to the line on my palm and it said 4.75 inches. My first boyfriend was a little smaller cuz I could feel the difference with my ex our first time. I told my friend and she said I was missing out on the feeling that you get when a penis is at least 7"long and 5" around that makes her have a uterine orgasm. I asked her what it feels like and she said I would know it if I had one. I have toys my ex bought me but he made sure they was his size. Recently I met this nice guy my friend set up and when he pulled is pants down and I was nerves cuz it was the same size soft than when my ex was hard. So I did the messure trick and it went past my palm and had to use a little vein as a marker. He was the same thickness as my ex but ended up being 7.5-7.75 to be on the safe side. For the first time in my life I felt my cervix being touched from a penis and this intense plessure sensation in my upper tummy to the opening of my vagina. I felt his penis going past the cervix and up at a angle. After no longer than 10min doggy style I started to feel a warm tingly sensation through out my whole body. Which felt real close to when I had a orgasm with my clit. But it was building up to something more and I did'nt want it to stop and soon my vagina was pulsating around his shaft until the this huge wave of plessure washed over me and my vagina muscles would contract and release on its own. Plus there was a this nice pressure in my chest I've never felt before. After it died down my body was still lightly shaking and twiching and noticed the covers was a little soaked with a clear slippery liquid. This happen just a week after my husband left me on good terms but he's confused now cuz I told him I wanted him back but after what happen now I don't. I just want to feel that pleasure again but he cant reach that far. Can a another woman plz explain what a uterine orgasm feels like for them and if what happened to me was because of the size? cuz it never happened till I felt these nice pressure points.

Can someone interpret my dream? (complex)? First off can people with experience of interpreting dreams only answer this please. I always have complex dreams with various scenes that do not relate I had this particular dream and i cannot seem to understand it The first part was about me meeting this random girl's family, and they were telling me about their pet dragons (i know random) anyway i saw the girl's dragon and it was huge, like really huge and quite scary bt the girl seemed totally relaxed about having this pet dragon and the mum gave me a CD with info about dragons and i was upset because she did not give me the CD which creates these dragons she also reffered to the raising of these dragons as "projects" From what i can remember the dragons started as CDs, then became small toy dragons, then the real thing i also remember saying to my mum that i could not believe that these dragons were real The second part was, me in a hallway holding a guitar, and there was a party going on in the room next to me and this guy i know who i dont like was there with a guitar as well and whats weird was that he was flirting with me and in real life we do not even speak, and like i said i do not like him and i think its vice versa but yeah he was flirting and i was enjoying it but in real life i would be like "ughh" Do you think these scenes link in some way? Can you make sense of these events? If so please let me know it would really be appreciated thankyou

potential issue-how should i handle?!!? i've been dating my bf for almost 4 years (V-day will be our 4 year anniversary). we do live together and he's wonderful to my 3 daughters from my previous marriage. we've talked about rings and getting married but he keeps telling me next year b/c he doesn't have the money for a ring right now which I can sympathize with and be understanding about. I did tell him that I don't want a huge or majorly expensive ring (the one I really like is only 1200 bucks). here's the potential problem-he's really into rc planes and builds them quite frequently. he's currently working on a project converting his gas plane to an electric one using a weedeater motor-has only cost him about 50 bucks. BUT he has a buddy (who might be laid off from his job in about a month and he's also a single parent to an 11 year old girl) who wants to build a real plane from a kit w/my bf!! I had no problem with this UNTIL I learned the project could run about 4-5 grand to build it!! I did point out to my bf that it was an irresponsible idea given his friend might not have a job in a month-he agreed. I also then made a subtle comment about him telling me he can't afford my ring but has plans for this big project in which his half would cost way more than my ring would be (about 1500-2k for his side)!!! he just calmly told me that after he gets his tax money back, he should have about 10k in the bank but he's lying-he only has 2k in savings right now and taxes would only give him about another 2k back. I'm trying not to be selfish or mean but i'm getting fed up. I understand him having toys and whatnot but telling me I can't have my ring after 4 YEARS b/c he can't afford it-then him talking to his friend about building this plane really annoys me. no major or final plans set it for the plane yet-just talk. How should I handle this? i'm going to be really mad at him if he actually goes ahead w/the plan for the plane... thanks!! ok i never said ANYTHING about forcing him to marry me-we've TALKED about it genious. he just keeps telling me next year soley based on money issues which he clearly doesn't have if he wants to build a stupid plane

This guy.. i can't stop liking him..? What do I do? What do I do.. Okay this guy I REALLY like, he's an ass. a HUGE one, he pretends he doesen't know one thing then continues to blame it on me that it's my fault he's a cheater.. i try to be somewhat nice,. but evidently to him im starting to be a REAL BITCH. thats what he said, im quoting. he's literally being the biggest jackass here, and i continue to aplogize. He thinks that i should try harder to prove it to him, because i mean he's the last guy im ever gonna get on earth isn't that right? does he really think he's that special?! .. he's not. He is full of shit, and he knows it. I said some real mean shit that night, but it's true. ALL OF IT! How long is he going to fuck around with girls heads like this? Were all his little bitches arn't we? Im not stupid.. actually maybe I am because i continue to like him even though i know he's a lying little bitch. he told me i wasen't "trying hard enough" what does he want me to do? im actually trying to be a decent person by apoligizing.. he knows EXACTLY what he did, but he continues to deny it. he keeps saying he did nothing wrong trying to blame this whole thing on me? You know what? why should even care about me.. he has 6000000 other girls he could have any time he wants. im just another little toy of his out of the other 16 billion girls he has, hell if i had that many guys i probably woulden't give a shit either. But who cares, im done with that little bitch. Have you ever hated someone SO much, but loved them at the exact same moment. Thats how i feel. I just need to stop, don't I? It's like i figured out about this all of a sudden.. and you can't stop liking someone that fast, it's like i know he's gonna hurt me i just don't wanna beilieve it.. :( Sorry for the language, i was just a bit mad.. CENSORED What do I do? What do I do.. Okay this guy I REALLY like, he's an jerk. a HUGE one, he pretends he doesen't know one thing then continues to blame it on me that it's my fault he's a cheater.. i try to be somewhat nice,. but evidently to him im starting to be a REAL B****. thats what he said, im quoting. he's literally being the biggest JERK out here, and i continue to aplogize. He thinks that i should try harder to prove it to him, because i mean he's the last guy im ever gonna get on earth isn't that right? does he really think he's that special?! .. he's not. He is full of crap, and he knows it. I said some real mean crap that night, but it's true. ALL OF IT! How long is he going to F*** around with girls heads like this? Were all his little bitches arn't we? Im not stupid.. actually maybe I am because i continue to like him even though i know he's a lying little you know what. he told me i wasen't "trying hard enough" what does he want me to do? im actually trying to be a decent person by apoligizing.. he knows EXACTLY what he did, but he continues to deny it. he keeps saying he did nothing wrong trying to blame this whole thing on me? You know what? why should even care about me.. he has 6000000 other girls he could have any time he wants. im just another little toy of his out of the other 16 billion girls he has, heck if i had that many guys i probably woulden't give a crap either. But who cares, im done with that guy. Have you ever hated someone SO much, but loved them at the exact same moment. Thats how i feel. I just need to stop, don't I? It's like i figured out about this all of a sudden.. and you can't stop liking someone that fast, it's like i know he's gonna hurt me i just don't wanna beilieve it.. :(

dream interpretation?? ok, last night i had a really weird dream and i think it meant something, so here's what happened: first i was at some school thing, it was apparently scare day or something, so we all got into groups to try to scare the other groups. Our group teacher was my old gym teacher, and he made us do this vampire queen thing, where we carried a coffin into the room with everyone else, and a dead vampire came to life and walked around, but nothing happened, and then all of a sudden this little girl appeared in a snowwhite costume, and she was flying. then i kind of "transported" into a room with a huge tv screen and i was watching a movie with will smith and the old french cook from the transporter 2( this was not a real movie) so i watched it, and i woke up. i went to the bathroom, and then went back to sleep. I again woke up in the movie, but this time i was in the movie with them. It was a snowboarding scene and i was snowboarding behind will smith and the old french guy. All of a sudden the three of us fell on our face badly, and our snowboards came off and everything. all of a sudden we heard the cast members who were filming us laughing, so i tried to get up, but i slid down a huge hill and landed into a lot of dirty snow and ice. I then looked over to the crew asking if i was ok, and i said yes. but i looked around and saw a little girl partially stuck in a block of ice. the snow slowly became a wet dirt kind of mulchy path with a couple of trees as i walked towards her, and when i got there it was the same girl who was in the snow white costume, but in a purple coat. she said she had lost a key in the ice, and was trying to break the ice so she could get it, but the ice was too strong. so i said i would get it out for her, and i was about to kick it, but it cracked a little like it softened up before me or something. it didnt do anything else so i kicked it and the block of ice broke into many pieces. i then found a very small chest, and the girl was looking at it, so i asked her, is this it? as i pulled out a couple of toys, and she said no. i kept on digging through the box asking her if things were the key, and then at the bottom of the box, i found a doorknob with a key in it, and i asked her if it was it, and she smiled and said yes. I remember taking the key out and giving it to her, and then i started carrying her and walking toward the cast. but we went the wrong way and we ending up at an intersection by a walmart and lowes store. so i said we went the wrong way and turned around through a path we had apparently gone through. we ended up at the cast on the mountain with snow. all of a sudden i remember seeing a man holding the little girl (probably her dad) and he was saying thank you so much as he held the smiling little girl. then he went onto a bus that was partially filled with snow i think, and then the dream was over. does anyone know what any of this means?? thanks!

Two film searches: a Christmas film and a sci-fi/fantasy film? I remember two films but I can't recall their names. I'd love to know what they were called so that I can seek them out again. So far Google has failed me, but I know how clever you guys are! Film #1 - I think this is a Christmas film, but I'm not too sure. I only remember watching it once, and it was Christmas Day morning, while I was having breakfast. I can only picture bits of it, but it was an animated cartoon about a boy and a girl. There was a tower, and I think an eagle rescued them from the tower by carrying them away. Either the eagle or the children loved smarties, and kept eating them. Sorry it's basic, but that's all I have :/ Film #2 - I can remember a bit more about this. It was 'real' in the sense it used actors and a proper set rather than animation. There was a spaceship with a teenage girl, a teenage boy, a scientist and a little puppet alien thing. The boy fell out of the ship and landed in a forest. He came across a little pink cottage, in which lived a living, human sized doll. They had tea and he asked her for help to get back. She told him he sould see Gepetto (the toy maker who I think was from Pinnochio). Gepetto lived in a place that was called something like Toy Town or Toy World. They made their way there and it was surrounded by huge walls, so they had to go through a gate. Inside were loads of giant toys and teddies. There was a big tower in the middle, where Gepetto lived. He was the only human in this land. Later, a bad guy comes and he is looking for a device that the boy has. The boy knows him and knows he has to hide the device from the villain. The toys refuse to help him hide it as they don't want to get involved with violence, so the boy introduces them to a game, where they have to throw the device around and keep it away from the villain. Eventually the villain enslaves lots of the toys on his quest to get the device. In the end the toys win, and the ship arrives to take the boy away again. I think it might have been part of a series of stories in which the spaceship and its occupants go on adventures. It might have been called "Adventure in Toy Town"??? Possibly not, though. Any help would be brilliant, thanks :) Thanks for the response, but I'm afraid it wasn't "Pinocchio in Space". Film#2 uses real actors; it isn't an animation.

need a good anime show!!! help? Im watching tayutama right now but its almost over, can you guys give me some animes? give me good shows like tayutama and how its good but not everyone knows about it. everyone knows fruit basket so dont suggest ones like that. can you give me shows with summary like this? EXAMPLE: hayate no gotoku: Genres: action, comedy, romance, slice of life Themes: harem, Maids, Parody Plot Summary: Abandoned by his parents and given a monumentally large debt as a Christmas present, 16-year old Ayasaki Hayate is at the lowest point of his life. Desperately trying alter his hapless fate, he decides to kidnap someone to hold for a ransom. Due to an ill choice of words, the girl he tries to kidnap misunderstands the action as a confession of love. His plan is totally crushed when he gives his real name out. Realizing his wrongdoing, Hayate proceeds to rescue the girl from the yakuza, who had instead kidnapped her. The girl, as a token of thanks, offers Hayate a job as her butler. Hayate, overwhelmed by her kindness, vows to protect her even at the cost of his life. 16-year-old Hayate is really down on his luck. His unemployed parents are good-for-nothings who waste the money they have on gambling. One day, his parents have racked up a huge gambling debt that they had to sell Hayate to the yakuza for the value of his organs. In a desperate attempt to avoid that fate, Hayate decides to become a “bad guy” and kidnap someone to be held for ransom, but his efforts to do so are mistaken as a confession of love by the girl he targets. earl and fairy: Genres: adventure, magic, romance Themes: Bishoujo, Bishounen, Historical Plot Summary: The story is set in 19th century England and centers on a "fairy doctor" named Lydia. Her life takes a 180-degrees turn when she meets a legendary blue knight count named Edgar and his crew. He hires her as an adviser during his quest to obtain a treasured sword that was supposed to be handed down to him by his family. vampire knight: Genres: action, comedy, drama, romance, supernatural Themes: Bishounen, Girls with guns, Gothic Lolita, Male harem, School life, Vampires Plot Summary: Yuki's earliest memory is of a stormy night in winter, wherein she was attacked by a vampire... And then rescued by another. Now 10 years later, Yuki Cross, the adopted daughter of the headmaster of Cross Academy, has grown up and become a guardian of the vampire race, protecting her savior, Kaname, from discovery as he leads a group of vampires at the elite boarding school. But also at her side is Zero Kiryu, a childhood friend who’s hatred for the creatures that destroyed everything he held dear, is now determined never to trust them. This coexisting arrangement seems all well and good, but have the vampires truly renounced their murderous ways, or is there a darker truth behind their actions. Is Kaname's infatuation with Yuki the beginning of a forbidden romance, or is it something in her forgotten past that draws him to her. Because in this world of secrets, nothing is as it seems. And the price of misplaced trust may even be worse than death. kodocha: Genres: comedy, drama, romance, slice of life Age rating: Older Children (May contain mild bad language, bloodless violence) Plot Summary: Sana Kurata has a charmed life. Not only is her mother is a famous, award-winning writer, but she's the star of the hit TV comedy "Child's Toy" while still in the fifth grade. But Sana's biggest concern is Akito Hayama, a pint-sized hellion who's organized the boys in their grade-school class into a mass of unending noise and violence. With the help of Rei, her manager, chauffeur and "pimp," Sana is determined to win back control of the classroom from her new arch-enemy. But as her crusade continues, Sana moves further into Akito's life, and finds that he might not be entirely bad...or entirely safe. gakuen alice: Genres: comedy, drama, magic, romance Themes: magical girl, school, superpowers Plot Summary: In a small country school, Sakura Mikan and Imai Hotaru are classmates and best friends - in their own way. Ditzy, emotional Mikan seems ill-matched with aloof, emotionless Hotaru, yet they are together all the time... until Hotaru gets called away to study at the strange and forbidding Alice Academy. In her anguish at being left behind, Mikan finally decides to follow her friend - and doing so, she makes a strange discovery. young Mikan Sakura is a girl from a Japanese countryside. optimistic, playful Mikan enjoys life to the lees. but suddenly one day, she is thrown in a state of utter dilemma and sadness when her best friend, the brilliant, cool and quite opposite natured Hotaru Imai leaves the country school to join some mysterious Alice Academy. determined to be reunited with her best friend, mikan goes on an uncertain journey to Alice Academy. eventually, she finds out that she is also an alice, a candidate eligible to enter the acdemy. thus her new life begins in

anime HELP PLLZZZ ANSWER MINE? Im watching tayutama right now but its almost over, can you guys give me some animes? give me good shows like tayutama and how its good but not everyone knows about it. everyone knows fruit basket so dont suggest ones like that. can you give me shows with summary like this? EXAMPLE: hayate no gotoku: Genres: action, comedy, romance, slice of life Themes: harem, Maids, Parody Plot Summary: Abandoned by his parents and given a monumentally large debt as a Christmas present, 16-year old Ayasaki Hayate is at the lowest point of his life. Desperately trying alter his hapless fate, he decides to kidnap someone to hold for a ransom. Due to an ill choice of words, the girl he tries to kidnap misunderstands the action as a confession of love. His plan is totally crushed when he gives his real name out. Realizing his wrongdoing, Hayate proceeds to rescue the girl from the yakuza, who had instead kidnapped her. The girl, as a token of thanks, offers Hayate a job as her butler. Hayate, overwhelmed by her kindness, vows to protect her even at the cost of his life. 16-year-old Hayate is really down on his luck. His unemployed parents are good-for-nothings who waste the money they have on gambling. One day, his parents have racked up a huge gambling debt that they had to sell Hayate to the yakuza for the value of his organs. In a desperate attempt to avoid that fate, Hayate decides to become a “bad guy” and kidnap someone to be held for ransom, but his efforts to do so are mistaken as a confession of love by the girl he targets. earl and fairy: Genres: adventure, magic, romance Themes: Bishoujo, Bishounen, Historical Plot Summary: The story is set in 19th century England and centers on a "fairy doctor" named Lydia. Her life takes a 180-degrees turn when she meets a legendary blue knight count named Edgar and his crew. He hires her as an adviser during his quest to obtain a treasured sword that was supposed to be handed down to him by his family. vampire knight: Genres: action, comedy, drama, romance, supernatural Themes: Bishounen, Girls with guns, Gothic Lolita, Male harem, School life, Vampires Plot Summary: Yuki's earliest memory is of a stormy night in winter, wherein she was attacked by a vampire... And then rescued by another. Now 10 years later, Yuki Cross, the adopted daughter of the headmaster of Cross Academy, has grown up and become a guardian of the vampire race, protecting her savior, Kaname, from discovery as he leads a group of vampires at the elite boarding school. But also at her side is Zero Kiryu, a childhood friend who’s hatred for the creatures that destroyed everything he held dear, is now determined never to trust them. This coexisting arrangement seems all well and good, but have the vampires truly renounced their murderous ways, or is there a darker truth behind their actions. Is Kaname's infatuation with Yuki the beginning of a forbidden romance, or is it something in her forgotten past that draws him to her. Because in this world of secrets, nothing is as it seems. And the price of misplaced trust may even be worse than death. kodocha: Genres: comedy, drama, romance, slice of life Age rating: Older Children (May contain mild bad language, bloodless violence) Plot Summary: Sana Kurata has a charmed life. Not only is her mother is a famous, award-winning writer, but she's the star of the hit TV comedy "Child's Toy" while still in the fifth grade. But Sana's biggest concern is Akito Hayama, a pint-sized hellion who's organized the boys in their grade-school class into a mass of unending noise and violence. With the help of Rei, her manager, chauffeur and "pimp," Sana is determined to win back control of the classroom from her new arch-enemy. But as her crusade continues, Sana moves further into Akito's life, and finds that he might not be entirely bad...or entirely safe. gakuen alice: Genres: comedy, drama, magic, romance Themes: magical girl, school, superpowers Plot Summary: In a small country school, Sakura Mikan and Imai Hotaru are classmates and best friends - in their own way. Ditzy, emotional Mikan seems ill-matched with aloof, emotionless Hotaru, yet they are together all the time... until Hotaru gets called away to study at the strange and forbidding Alice Academy. In her anguish at being left behind, Mikan finally decides to follow her friend - and doing so, she makes a strange discovery. young Mikan Sakura is a girl from a Japanese countryside. optimistic, playful Mikan enjoys life to the lees. but suddenly one day, she is thrown in a state of utter dilemma and sadness when her best friend, the brilliant, cool and quite opposite natured Hotaru Imai leaves the country school to join some mysterious Alice Academy. determined to be reunited with her best friend, mikan goes on an uncertain journey to Alice Academy. eventually, she finds out that she is also an alice, a candidate eligible to enter the acdemy. thus her new life begins in..

Weird dream. anyone want to decipher it? Basically... It started in a school stage like mine at my old school getting awards or something. Billie joe starts freaking out! She put square tape on my amp. Can you see that? A man on the mic said adrienne nesser! and shes like HELLO. Im right here! Then billie gets arrested. something huge is happening. Me and adrienne were in a room with other people. Everybodys stuff where in closets and we all had to find it. Billie called me from jail saying make sure you get my good shirt. I fall into the shirts and get a scared feeling everybody thinks im smelling all their shirts. Im sitting on a bed and point at these really pretty shoes so adrienne grabs them than some other lady steals my real shoes and she smells them and it freaks me out. But now we are in a car. Its Full of stuff as if were leaving and never coming back theres a little white cockatoo walking around. I ask adrienne wheres joey? and she freaks out yelling i cant handle this anymore. Our car is stuck in a flood floating with many other people. Then some little black girl asked me to help. She gets arrested for driving underaged. But her mom died and she wanted to leave. Then adrienne is yelling at me. I do something really weird with the birds leg like bend it and things. But i end up in my old room. My parents are together Moms on my bed and dads standing infront of her. They are fighting. Im like about 8 now. They look at me and where like crystals been in a huge car accident. She is stuck in the car and shes bleeding to death. Shes cut stright down and called me just to say this is getting old. I just squint and im just like...ok? so? then i say wheres joey? No answer. Wheres jakob???? No answer. Then they stare at me. JAKOBS DEAD. They Droped him on his head.THEY DROPED JAKOB ON THE TRAIN TRACKS. and then i continue playing with my toys.

please tell me what you think of my story? first this is the prolog to a story i'm writing called "Angel & Angela" kinda gives yiu some back fround to why each girl acts the way she does. oh and for the record they moved from the projects to this big 3 story manshion (sorry i can't spell) with a double walk in closet and they both have their own queen sized beds in this huge room oh and they are FREAKS!!! SO PLEAE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK EVEN IF YOU ONLY READ ONE OF THEM (IF YOU DO I SUGGEST THE 1ST CHAPTER) FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED prolog-Angela and Angel are two troubled teens from Washington DC. They have been sent by their father to live with a host family in San Francisco California. The family is supposed to be straightening them out but now they are starting to realize why their father sent them in the first place. Angela- Can’t believe their good luck. She’s always wanted to go to California but their father would never take them. Now she’s in a new city, with a new house, new friends but the same drama\ Angel- Hates this move. She wasn’t the problem child. Angela is the one who needs to be here she things. But what she doesn’t realize is that her father sent HER away and her sister is just along for the ride. and here's chapter 1 i actually wrote the chapter before the prolog because i had an idea in my hear chapter 1:Angel was only in California for 3 hours before she started causing problems. Since she was only 15 she could not participate in the “School Abridge Program” without another teen with her. She naturally chose her twin: Angela. They had been at their new house for 2 and a half hours. They had been unpacked for two hours and fifteen minutes. Now they were bored and were looking for some mischief to get into. They found it when their host brother Rico came home from school. He brought about half a dozen boys with him. Both girls had their eye on one that they wanted to make their own “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Angel asked her sister “If you’re thinking we’re going to have some fun our first night here… they yea” Angela said with a hint of naughtiness in her voice. Angela noticed one of the boys that she happened to have her eye on sneak down stairs through their window that gave them the perfect view of the grand staircase that stretched to all three floors. “Go get that bait” angel ordered her sister with a light tap on her butt after she changed into a much shorter skirt. Without even acknowledging her tap she asked her sister “You want the one with the dreads or the one with the braids?” “Dreads” Angel declared from inside of their double walk in closet. Down stairs at the refrigerator Angela turned on her best game face. “Hey” “Hey… hey I know you” “Really?” Angela Inquired truly shocked “Yea Rico told us about you and your sister” “said you were a real crazy case” “He did, did he?” she said mentally thinking of ways she could get back at him. “Yea” he said closing the fridge and walking away. “Well if you come up o our room we can prove to you we’re not crazy” she said luring him right into their trap. “I don’t know...” “I promise you won’t regret it” she said toying with his shirt “Cool I’ll be there in ten minutes” “Okay” was her response “oh and bring your friend. The one with the dreads.” She said turning her Flirt’O’Meter up about twenty notches. “We’ll be there” he said but before he left he made sure to smack her butt, and grab it, turning his own flirting up. Five minutes later Angel and Angela had two sexy boys in their room. One was steady texting but the other had Angela’s full attention. Angel wasn’t going to sit there and be ignored while this mystery boy was on his phone, so she did something bold. She walked over to his spot on the wall and pushed herself on top of him, within seconds his phone was dropped on the floor, the person he was texting forgotten. Soon they had moved from the wall to her bed. Since Angela and her man were already on her bed they didn’t have far to go. When they were all done and out of breath Angela’s man that she met at the refrigerator said “hey, I’m Bradley” “And I’m Brandon” came an out of breath voice on top of Angel. Even though they were completely done in 30 minutes the boys didn’t leave until 7:30 the next morning when they had to go to school. ok so you said it sounded like it was writen by a sex obsessed 9 year old well it WAS written by a 13 year old who has sex obsessed people around her and no this is not going to be one of those storys those thoughts never crossed my mind i hate stories like that and where are my spelling mistakes????? i wrote this on microsoft word so there wouldn'r be spelling mistakes i really wrote this as a rough draft and grammer wasn't really importand it was really just for plot

Does anyone else feel many dog lovers are hypocritical about judging a dog or owner by its breed? okay so for example pitbulls. Any dog lover will glady lecture you on how its not the dog its the owner, which i agree with.And when a dog lover sees someone with a pitbull they usually smile and think what a good person taking on a misunderstood breed. However take the breed chihuahua. As soon as someone says there getting a chihuahua and you don't know them the majority of people roll there eyes and immediately jump to the conclusion you know nothing about anything and think your going to treat the dog like a toy.and picture a girly girl who just wants a cute wittal puppy. idk maybe its just the people i come into contact with. But i feel chihuahuas are just as misunderstood as pit-bulls. Of course pit-bulls have a worse misinterpretation, But i feel when people think chihuahua they think of a little shivering dog that cannot fend for itself. When in reality their quite spunky and energetic. Its just the Owner who turns them into spoiled over weight dogs. i guess im just angry because i am a huge dog lover and when i told this guy who worked in a pet store i was going to Pennsylvania to get a chihuahua from a breeder there. he automaticly gave me this look, like oh....your one of thoseee people. as if having a bigger breed makes you a REAL dog lover. and if you have a smaller breed it makes you ignorant to the dog world and i was obviously going to a puppy mill if i was going to PA for a chihuahua. i just wanted to smack him across the face! So now im noticing if your a woman and you have a small dog people just assume your one of those people who treat there dogs like accessories! or that your dog isnt even a dog. it really gets under my skin. but when i walk my dogo argentino i get no looks, its just a woman and her real dog.

What do you think of this story written by a 12 year old girl? CHAPTER 1 Vanilla, my best friend, and I were lying perfectly still with our heads rested against the comfy, fluffy pillows. Our owner, the cheerful 12 year old Abby, had just then left the room and shut the door. I looked out the window. The birds chirping, the sun blazing, the little dogs walking on the sidewalks with their owners. Why couldn’t we be like that? Why couldn’t we happily roam around the streets with no problem of anyone getting freaked out that teddy bears actually live? Having a life like that has been my number one thought and wishes since my first few days in that store, and I would do anything to make it come true. Lala, as I like to call Vanilla, sat up and looked at me. I met her in Toys R Us. We were in different aisles and never even glanced at each other until Abby picked us both up and purchased us 4 years ago. It felt good knowing that I wouldn’t be alone for my time here in this household. The ride home was pretty awkward, though. Neither one of us really spoke except for the usual “Hi, how are you? What’s your name?” Abby, on the other hand was just chatting away about all the kinds of things she could do with us, because apparently, we are the biggest ones in her group of teddy bears, and she could actually dress us up in fancy clothes. Right now I’m wearing a dark purple sequined sparkly short dress, matching sunglasses, and the most adorable little flats I have ever seen. Lala is wearing a pastel pink and white flowery sundress, a cute straw hat, and a pair of brown sandals. I’ve never meant anyone as determined, daring, and straightforward as Lala. I mean, she sort of has two sides to her. She can also be really loud and fun at times, too. I don’t know what I would do without her. For one, her personality is the kind that you want to be around all the time. Plus, I probably would’ve been chewed up and ripped all over by now by either Abby’s little baby brothers or by Tessa, their puppy, if Lala hadn’t figured out a way to get away. Well, Tessa’s not really a puppy now. In fact, she’s really matured and is now one of our closest friends. She doesn’t get that much attention, because of Lilly, their other dog. Ever since Lilly came, a few years after Tessa, no one really cares about her anymore. I feel sorry for her. “You know what Peri?” Lala was talking to me. My real name is Periwinkle, like it says on my birth certificate. It changed to Peri only because the twin baby brothers, Max and Zack, could remember just that part of my name. “I’m really tired of staying in this house and not being able to go anywhere. I want to go on an adventure. I need to get out there and explore the world. There’s more to the world than just this small pink bedroom.” “I know Lala,” I said. “Trust me, I know. I want to get out too. But don’t you understand? We are teddy bears! We can’t do anything! And even if we go somewhere, where are we going to go? If we leave, Abby will be heartbroken. She’ll think that we got chewed up by her dogs, because she doesn’t know that we actually talk to them.” “Who cares about Abby?” she yelled. “Abby’s not 8 years old anymore. She doesn’t need us. And no one even cares about Tessa. We could even bring her with us! And you know Lilly wouldn’t want to live out there, she’s perfectly comfortable in her little doggie house.” It actually seemed pretty reasonable. She’s right. They don’t care about Tessa. Besides, I’m sure that she would want to get out of here on an adventure, too, and not Lilly. And, about Abby, well, she doesn’t need us. She has her friends, and a lot more stuffed animals. I mean, she probably won’t even notice that Lala and I are gone. I sighed. “Lala, you’re right. Abby had her fun; it’s time to have ours.” “Yes!” she exclaimed. There was a huge smile on her face. “We could go to the park, the fairgrounds, the beach! Maybe, we could even get out of the country by an airplane!” I laughed. We have been living in America for a long time now. I’ve only been on a plane once, and that was from China to here, New York. I took the whistle on the side of the bed that Abby uses to tell Lilly to come. Only, Lilly isn’t here right now. They went to the vet. I blew in it 3 times until Tessa finally showed up. “Tessa! Guess what? We’re getting out of this house and going on an adventure!” I told her. She looked at me, quiet for a moment, and then got excited. “But, where, how, when?” she barked. We didn’t really think about the ‘when part’, or the ‘how part.’ But that would be easy. All we would have to do is climb on Tessa’s back, and she knows how to open the door. She’s a smart dog. Lala responded before I could open my mouth. “We can go wherever we want to go! And if we want to leave quickly, we better leave now. Lilly’s not scheduled to go to the vet again in about two months.” “B-but now?” I stammered. “We have to pack our clothes and everything! We can’t just leave right away!” “That’s the thi “That’s the thing. You have to be quick, or you’re not going to survive. Come on, grab your backpack and start packing!” Yes, we have backpacks. They’re pretty small, but so are our clothes so it won’t be a problem. “Tessa, you’ll have to go to the kitchen and get your doggy food.” I said. She listened and left, leaving Lala and I alone packing our bags. lol I just got really annoyed because everyone writea about cats, birds, and dogs, but none about teddy bears! So I was just in the mood to write something, and I've had this idea in mind for a while, so yeahh lol. Thanks!

Do you think my ex has a personality disorder? We were seeing each other for a couple months, and in this time, all was great. She seemed like a very nice girl, I thought I liked her personality. She was a bit shy/jittery at times but I let that go as her being nervous of a date. One day I decided to kiss her in the library and that soon turned to a make out session. She insisted we go to my room, and I didn't turn that offer down in the heat of the moment. Once in my room she gave me oral sex and that evolved soon to full-blown sex. During that she told me she hadn't had sex in two years and never had a real boyfriend. Again, I ignored these signs because my mind was clouded. I even ignored the huge red flag that was her having sex with me after a couple months and not even being in an official relationship. So after a week after that or so, we started having sex more often, mostly because she kept coming to my room every day to sleep or to do her work. That's when I asked her if we are together or just friends, to which she said (red flag) that she "didn't really care, she just liked this*, and it's up to me". I told her I'm not really one for open relationships, so why don't we try dating exclusively. She agreed and from then on, I became like a boy toy to her. She no longer had anything nice to say. She would nag and complain to me. "Oh, please go to the gym more often, you need to be bigger", "Please don't hang out with so-and-so, he's awkward", "Please do something about your acne". She'd invite me over to her friend's place but tell me to go suddenly. She'd act very wierd around me but when we were together in the room, she started acting clingy. I offered to go back to friendship with her because 1) I started to like someone else and 2) Everything I liked about her started to slowly fade and 3) Her parents didn't approve that I wasn't Indian. I asked her if it would be okay to be friends with benefits, she said "No, I've made my decision, I'm stubborn about these things, I want to be exclusive." I couldn't argue against that for the time being. I asked her what about her parents disapproving of me, she said "don't worry because in 2 years I'll be fully independent of them". That was a huge red flag and once she said that I began to reevaluate the whole relationship. Later I hooked up with a friend of mine while drunk, and felt horrible the next day so I told my gf and I also told her that I think we should be friends because everything is moving too fast. To my surprise, she agreed! She even went so far as to start making it look like I was the one going to fast! I told her I don't think I did anything to prove that notion but you did mention 2 years in the future and that came off as a little bit too much. She tried to change the subject. A few days later she came storming into my room upset with me because this girl told her that I had been hanging out with her a few months before the relationship (apparently this girl thought I moved on too quick from her after she started playing hot and cold with me... to this day I don't know what her problem was, and she's had some serious problems with guys). So my ex is yelling at me, and after I explained the situation to her, she calmed down and then got a bit close to me (awkwardly). She sat on my lap, got very close to my face and said "I'm not going to kiss you". I told her "What? I wasn't going to kiss you either! You came here!" Seemed she wouldn't even let go of me after that. A few weeks later, the girl I liked and I had been getting close and my ex came back and told me that this girl sleeps around. Though she was right, I kind of don't want to have anything to do with my ex anymore. I see inconsistencies and things that I don't like about her. She can't take criticism or even advice but she's so quick to criticising and nagging others. She's excessively clingy and needy and then tries to make you look like the one who's got problems. Can anyone give me a rough diagnosis for her?

MJ fans please read?! Macaulay Culkin question reguarding Prince Jackson? Im a huge Macaulay Culkin fan Why are MJ fans saying Macaulay Culkin is being mean to them on Twitter/facebook and claiming Prince Jackson is the real one on twitter?? Does Macaulay even have a facebook?? I don't believe it is Mack or Prince.. this is from a death hoax believer Messages from these people: And who the **** has Macaulay gotten to spy on me?! Seriously, that is NOT cool D: That is so low, it breaks the bottom of the barrel!!!!!!! That's it! I am NEVER letting a single person into my life again. I always end up hurt. **** THE LOT OF YOU! Im hurt, depressed, sad, scared. I can't believe what he said to me. I am so hurt right now. So. Damn. Hurt. My heart is completely broken. just don't care anymore. I am done with civilization. I am done with people. I am sick of being toyed with and lied to. I really dont care i do now. Marl and tegan. And macaulay pretty much ended everything between me and him. Gotta go bye xXx Her message to the fake prince: okay, you know you can talk to me about anything right? This same girl claimed Macaulay hates me etc.. he was always being nice to me now they are not friends or whatever??? What is up with this person??? And she is saying Prince Jacksons profile is real.... does anyone know?? Thanks

what to think about my younger boyfriend? I have been seeing a man younger than me for about 7 months. I mention that he is younger than me, by ten years, because we do see life differently and when we do disagree, its usually big disagreements. The last few weeks I have been under a huge amount of stress, ie, I lost my job and am worried about my bills and how I will care for my children and my ex is an a** to deal with. I think the stress affected me with him and we started bickering. It came to a head this weekend and we had 'the talk' about where we are headed. He told me he loved me and had been waiting for the right time to tell me, but he did not want to deal with my personal problems. Then a few hours later, he tells me he wants to go out with his friends, started making comments to me that I felt he was trying to start a fight about. I was fine with him going out with his friends, but he brought up a girl who is a friend of the girl his best friend is seeing and wants to go to her party. For some reason my radar went up and we got into a fight, he tells me that he does not love me and I am just angry because he wont tell me he loves me and that he thinks we need a break from each other for awhile. I am not angry that he wont tell me he loves me, but he did sa it earier and then took it back, that confuses me and does make me angry because I feel like he is toying with my emotions. I agree that we need a break, but he seems surprised that I agreed to it as well. He then gets real quiet and we do not speak after that. Before he leaves he hugs me and tells me it will all be ok and he will call. He then leaves my house and I have not heard from him in two days. I am not sure what to do from here. I sort of feel like he started a fight with me so I would end it with him and he could be free to go without confrontation or if my stress caused him to back away. What should I do from this point? Give him space and see if he calls or should I call and see how he responds to me so I can know where we stand? What do you think? He was living of me, had basically moved in. Does not have a job and spent all day playing his xbox, while I was at work. When I stopped paying for things, he started getting mean and making comments to me that hurt me. He is 22 and lives with his parents. Why would he say he loves me then take it back and be an ass about it? Writing this all out just made me realize that I am an idiot and he was just using me.

My boyfriend has borderline personality disorder and it's making me miserable please help.? My 18 year old (I'm 22, yeah, I know. no need to comment.) boyfriend has been with me 10 months now, and has always acted strangely (anger periods, lashing out, lying, over-emotional, stealing, very ADHD, high and low all the time), and it got to a point where we decided he needed to see a therapist, because it was ruining our relationship. Well, the doctor diagnosed him with BPD. We thought he might be bipolar because his mother is. Anyway, he had every BPD symptom. I'm all he's got. His entire family lives in California, and he moved to TX to be with me, and it was a huge mistake. I don't know what to do. I don't want to be with him, but I feel like I can't leave him because he's sick, and he's just a kid, with no real idea of how to handle himself. Every day it's a constant effort to keep from fighting. He can go from hating me, blackmailing me, and calling me horrible names to super sweet and apologizing in 15 minutes. He takes from me. Take my food out of my fridge when I'm not around and lie about it later. He stole over 500 dollars from me back in january and continued to lie about it until the cops were involved. (impulsiveness, taking money is one of the symptoms) He lies to me every day. He is mean to me at some point, every day. Screaming matches, calling me names, threats, everything. I just don't know how to handle him. I have gone from being a nice sweet girl who is very good to her boyfriends and people in general, to someone who is angry and miserable, and I feel trapped. He has toyed with my emotions to a point where I feel like I'm going insane. Every time we have a fight now, it gets pretty ugly to where I scream at him and treat him pretty badly, because I just don't know what to do anymore. And then, because I get so angry, he blames me and says it's my fault, and always says he will tell his family what a "bitch" I am. He never takes responsibility. Yet, I feel there is no way out because I'm literally all he has. He has pushed away his family, and his friends here in TX with his behavior. Please help me. What am I doing wrong?

Help! How to I cope with a growing sense of rejection *LOOOONG!*? I feel like I want to start again, as in a new life and a clean slate. Ever since I can remember, I have always been slightly outcasted or ostracized from social situations. Before leaving school (aged 18), I thought I had finally found people who I considered to be like family. We would laugh until we cried, go on holidays together and spend time apart if and when we felt we wanted to (not argument like but private time). The trouble is, one of the people I know took a dislike to me and ended our friendship with what appeared to have no basis. In time, they all took a dislike to me for reasons I genuinely do not understand or know about. Except one! ..but she sat on the fence and I toyed with the idea of remaining friends with her but I decided against it because I couldn't think of anything worse than constantly being doubted by this person or "used" (which is what she was doing). Anyway when I was 18 I went to University and I immediately became involved with another social group who again I considered like family but one of the people I knew had problems and went a little off the rails and the other got into a relationship and completely cut me off (she too had issues and nearly had to drop out of Uni). One of these people immediately started to make friends with a girl I know very well. She wormed her way in to our friendship and effectively turned her against me (I know that sounds weird to say) but she stopped calling me, texting me and eventually stopped interacting with me completely. I was devastated! There was a huge altercation with the person who turned her against me, which involved me moving out of my flat (because she had made things so difficult for me). I tried to repair the friendship with the other person, but she was not interested and so I cut off ties. There was no point hanging around anymore. The friendship(s) had obviously ended. If things couldn't get any worse, they both tried to re-connect with me on a social networking site and then cut off ties again. I went to a birthday party two weekends again and one of them was there and spent the whole day with me, talking and interacting. I was very civil but I figured that since that person had been so backstabbing that there was no basis of trust for any real future friendship. I said goodbye amicably but I have no wish to rekindle that particular friendship. As a result of these situations, I now have a social anxiety disorder and depression. It has really hit me hard and I am actually scared to interact with people. People who have known me for years scare the living shit out of me and I have now become a semi-recluse (only going to work and even that scares me!). I have a limited capacity to speak to people and I no longer attend family gatherings. I feel completely useless and rejected. How the hell can I get myself out of this? People say therapy, but I just can't afford therapy or counselling and people have not taken cost into account. It's all very well to say, pay for a counsellor but my expenditure is so limited that the cost of a counsellor is literally too much for me to be able to afford. HELP!! Also it doesn't help that I have no other friends as a result of these situations. I have tried the whole spend holidays on your own or spend time on the weekends reading but the growing sense of being unloved is quite difficult to bear. I have no friends in work and I joined a drama group to try and boost my confidence but even there, I feel ostracized because they are a "group" and I am an outsider. Not to mention I find it difficult to approach people and talk to them.

need a good anime show!!! help? Im watching tayutama right now but its almost over, can you guys give me some animes? give me good shows like tayutama and how its good but not everyone knows about it. everyone knows fruit basket so dont suggest ones like that. can you give me shows with summary like this? EXAMPLE: hayate no gotoku: Genres: action, comedy, romance, slice of life Themes: harem, Maids, Parody Plot Summary: Abandoned by his parents and given a monumentally large debt as a Christmas present, 16-year old Ayasaki Hayate is at the lowest point of his life. Desperately trying alter his hapless fate, he decides to kidnap someone to hold for a ransom. Due to an ill choice of words, the girl he tries to kidnap misunderstands the action as a confession of love. His plan is totally crushed when he gives his real name out. Realizing his wrongdoing, Hayate proceeds to rescue the girl from the yakuza, who had instead kidnapped her. The girl, as a token of thanks, offers Hayate a job as her butler. Hayate, overwhelmed by her kindness, vows to protect her even at the cost of his life. 16-year-old Hayate is really down on his luck. His unemployed parents are good-for-nothings who waste the money they have on gambling. One day, his parents have racked up a huge gambling debt that they had to sell Hayate to the yakuza for the value of his organs. In a desperate attempt to avoid that fate, Hayate decides to become a “bad guy” and kidnap someone to be held for ransom, but his efforts to do so are mistaken as a confession of love by the girl he targets. earl and fairy: Genres: adventure, magic, romance Themes: Bishoujo, Bishounen, Historical Plot Summary: The story is set in 19th century England and centers on a "fairy doctor" named Lydia. Her life takes a 180-degrees turn when she meets a legendary blue knight count named Edgar and his crew. He hires her as an adviser during his quest to obtain a treasured sword that was supposed to be handed down to him by his family. vampire knight: Genres: action, comedy, drama, romance, supernatural Themes: Bishounen, Girls with guns, Gothic Lolita, Male harem, School life, Vampires Plot Summary: Yuki's earliest memory is of a stormy night in winter, wherein she was attacked by a vampire... And then rescued by another. Now 10 years later, Yuki Cross, the adopted daughter of the headmaster of Cross Academy, has grown up and become a guardian of the vampire race, protecting her savior, Kaname, from discovery as he leads a group of vampires at the elite boarding school. But also at her side is Zero Kiryu, a childhood friend who’s hatred for the creatures that destroyed everything he held dear, is now determined never to trust them. This coexisting arrangement seems all well and good, but have the vampires truly renounced their murderous ways, or is there a darker truth behind their actions. Is Kaname's infatuation with Yuki the beginning of a forbidden romance, or is it something in her forgotten past that draws him to her. Because in this world of secrets, nothing is as it seems. And the price of misplaced trust may even be worse than death. kodocha: Genres: comedy, drama, romance, slice of life Age rating: Older Children (May contain mild bad language, bloodless violence) Plot Summary: Sana Kurata has a charmed life. Not only is her mother is a famous, award-winning writer, but she's the star of the hit TV comedy "Child's Toy" while still in the fifth grade. But Sana's biggest concern is Akito Hayama, a pint-sized hellion who's organized the boys in their grade-school class into a mass of unending noise and violence. With the help of Rei, her manager, chauffeur and "pimp," Sana is determined to win back control of the classroom from her new arch-enemy. But as her crusade continues, Sana moves further into Akito's life, and finds that he might not be entirely bad...or entirely safe. gakuen alice: Genres: comedy, drama, magic, romance Themes: magical girl, school, superpowers Plot Summary: In a small country school, Sakura Mikan and Imai Hotaru are classmates and best friends - in their own way. Ditzy, emotional Mikan seems ill-matched with aloof, emotionless Hotaru, yet they are together all the time... until Hotaru gets called away to study at the strange and forbidding Alice Academy. In her anguish at being left behind, Mikan finally decides to follow her friend - and doing so, she makes a strange discovery. young Mikan Sakura is a girl from a Japanese countryside. optimistic, playful Mikan enjoys life to the lees. but suddenly one day, she is thrown in a state of utter dilemma and sadness when her best friend, the brilliant, cool and quite opposite natured Hotaru Imai leaves the country school to join some mysterious Alice Academy. determined to be reunited with her best friend, mikan goes on an uncertain journey to Alice Academy. eventually, she finds out that she is also an alice, a candidate eligible to enter the acdemy. thus her new life begins in

Do you think my ex has a personality disorder? We were seeing each other for a couple months, and in this time, all was great. She seemed like a very nice girl, I thought I liked her personality. She was a bit shy/jittery at times but I let that go as her being nervous of a date. One day I decided to kiss her in the library and that soon turned to a make out session. She insisted we go to my room, and I didn't turn that offer down in the heat of the moment. Once in my room she gave me oral sex and that evolved soon to full-blown sex. During that she told me she hadn't had sex in two years and never had a real boyfriend. Again, I ignored these signs because my mind was clouded. I even ignored the huge red flag that was her having sex with me after a couple months and not even being in an official relationship. So after a week after that or so, we started having sex more often, mostly because she kept coming to my room every day to sleep or to do her work. That's when I asked her if we are together or just friends, to which she said (red flag) that she "didn't really care, she just liked this*, and it's up to me". I told her I'm not really one for open relationships, so why don't we try dating exclusively. She agreed and from then on, I became like a boy toy to her. She no longer had anything nice to say. She would nag and complain to me. "Oh, please go to the gym more often, you need to be bigger", "Please don't hang out with so-and-so, he's awkward", "Please do something about your acne". She'd invite me over to her friend's place but tell me to go suddenly. She'd act very wierd around me but when we were together in the room, she started acting clingy. I offered to go back to friendship with her because 1) I started to like someone else and 2) Everything I liked about her started to slowly fade and 3) Her parents didn't approve that I wasn't Indian. I asked her if it would be okay to be friends with benefits, she said "No, I've made my decision, I'm stubborn about these things, I want to be exclusive." I couldn't argue against that for the time being. I asked her what about her parents disapproving of me, she said "don't worry because in 2 years I'll be fully independent of them". That was a huge red flag and once she said that I began to reevaluate the whole relationship. Later I hooked up with a friend of mine while drunk, and felt horrible the next day so I told my gf and I also told her that I think we should be friends because everything is moving too fast. To my surprise, she agreed! She even went so far as to start making it look like I was the one going to fast! I told her I don't think I did anything to prove that notion but you did mention 2 years in the future and that came off as a little bit too much. She tried to change the subject. A few days later she came storming into my room upset with me because this girl told her that I had been hanging out with her a few months before the relationship (apparently this girl thought I moved on too quick from her after she started playing hot and cold with me... to this day I don't know what her problem was, and she's had some serious problems with guys). So my ex is yelling at me, and after I explained the situation to her, she calmed down and then got a bit close to me (awkwardly). She sat on my lap, got very close to my face and said "I'm not going to kiss you". I told her "What? I wasn't going to kiss you either! You came here!" Seemed she wouldn't even let go of me after that. A few weeks later, the girl I liked and I had been getting close and my ex came back and told me that this girl sleeps around. Though she was right, I kind of don't want to have anything to do with my ex anymore. I see inconsistencies and things that I don't like about her. She can't take criticism or even advice but she's so quick to criticising and nagging others. She's excessively clingy and needy and then tries to make you look like the one who's got problems. Can anyone give me a rough diagnosis for her?

Do you think my ex has a personality disorder? We were seeing each other for a couple months, and in this time, all was great. She seemed like a very nice girl, I thought I liked her personality. She was a bit shy/jittery at times but I let that go as her being nervous of a date. One day I decided to kiss her in the library and that soon turned to a make out session. She insisted we go to my room, and I didn't turn that offer down in the heat of the moment. Once in my room she gave me oral sex and that evolved soon to full-blown sex. During that she told me she hadn't had sex in two years and never had a real boyfriend. Again, I ignored these signs because my mind was clouded. I even ignored the huge red flag that was her having sex with me after a couple months and not even being in an official relationship. So after a week after that or so, we started having sex more often, mostly because she kept coming to my room every day to sleep or to do her work. That's when I asked her if we are together or just friends, to which she said (red flag) that she "didn't really care, she just liked this*, and it's up to me". I told her I'm not really one for open relationships, so why don't we try dating exclusively. She agreed and from then on, I became like a boy toy to her. She no longer had anything nice to say. She would nag and complain to me. "Oh, please go to the gym more often, you need to be bigger", "Please don't hang out with so-and-so, he's awkward", "Please do something about your acne". She'd invite me over to her friend's place but tell me to go suddenly. She'd act very wierd around me but when we were together in the room, she started acting clingy. I offered to go back to friendship with her because 1) I started to like someone else and 2) Everything I liked about her started to slowly fade and 3) Her parents didn't approve that I wasn't Indian. I asked her if it would be okay to be friends with benefits, she said "No, I've made my decision, I'm stubborn about these things, I want to be exclusive." I couldn't argue against that for the time being. I asked her what about her parents disapproving of me, she said "don't worry because in 2 years I'll be fully independent of them". That was a huge red flag and once she said that I began to reevaluate the whole relationship. Later I hooked up with a friend of mine while drunk, and felt horrible the next day so I told my gf and I also told her that I think we should be friends because everything is moving too fast. To my surprise, she agreed! She even went so far as to start making it look like I was the one going to fast! I told her I don't think I did anything to prove that notion but you did mention 2 years in the future and that came off as a little bit too much. She tried to change the subject. A few days later she came storming into my room upset with me because this girl told her that I had been hanging out with her a few months before the relationship (apparently this girl thought I moved on too quick from her after she started playing hot and cold with me... to this day I don't know what her problem was, and she's had some serious problems with guys). So my ex is yelling at me, and after I explained the situation to her, she calmed down and then got a bit close to me (awkwardly). She sat on my lap, got very close to my face and said "I'm not going to kiss you". I told her "What? I wasn't going to kiss you either! You came here!" Seemed she wouldn't even let go of me after that. A few weeks later, the girl I liked and I had been getting close and my ex came back and told me that this girl sleeps around. Though she was right, I kind of don't want to have anything to do with my ex anymore. I see inconsistencies and things that I don't like about her. She can't take criticism or even advice but she's so quick to criticising and nagging others. She's excessively clingy and needy and then tries to make you look like the one who's got problems. Can anyone give me a rough diagnosis for her?

Do girls fantasise about their boyfriend or other men when masterbating? My girlfriend is a beautiful woman and I am a reasonably good looking man. We have been living together now for 8 months and get on famously. It's gotten to the point were we are thinking of getting engaged. About 4 months ago I badly hurt my back and it took 3 months to heal to a point where I didn't have pain anymore. During that time due to the lack of exercise I put on about 5kg and my self esteem is lower than it was. A possible reason my back took so long to heal is that my girlfriend has a huge sexual appetite and there were very few nights where we didn't have sex even though it was very painful for me. I always told her it wasn't that painful as I try to keep positive about it but she could tell from my hobbling that I was in considerate pain afterwards. When I am healthy our regular sex last 20 mins +, when my back was in pain it might last longer still. Even in my best performing days she never had an orgasm from sex, only when I go down on her or if I play with her clitoris. That has always worried me as past girlfriends had no trouble in that area when having sex but I figured not all women are the same and read somewhere that some girls never orgasm when having sex. Two weeks ago I herniated the disk in my lower back again and this time to help the healing process I asked my girlfriend could we abstain from sex for a while to let it heal. Of course she agreed and was very understanding. As I find it hard to keep up with her in the best of health I thought I'd be nice and I got her a vibrator so that I could help satisfy her while my back fixed it's self. So far we've used it a few times and both really enjoyed it. She did say that she much preferred sex with me as the vibrator inside her was a little too small and the feeling of closeness excited more than just penetration alone. It's possible that I'm not doing it right as it is both our first time using sex toys. Last night I thought it would be fun to watch her use it on herself while I watched and masturbated beside her. After 10 minutes or so I was done, she the put the vibrator away and wanted to use her fingers so she could orgasm. This being a new experience to me I didn't really know what to do so I asked her how can I help, should I talk dirty to her, should I hold her, should I kiss her... but she didn't answer me so I just stayed close to her and told her every so often how sexy she was and how much she turns me on etc. But I noticed she seemed to get more vocal when I was quiet and so I shut up and let her work away. It was then I got the feeling she was thinking about someone else while she pleased herself as her head was turned away from me and her eyes were closed. Within a few minutes she had an orgasm. Afterwards the first thing she said was, "I feel different, I feel a little guilty". Not know if it was my business to ask her what she was thinking about I bit my lip but eventually jealousy got the better of me so I asked what was she thinking about. She replied, "I don't think you want to know". Needless to say that didn't make things better. So I asked was she thinking about me or someone else. She said she wasn't thinking about me. This hurt me and intermediately turned away not wanting to look at her. After a few minutes I asked who it was and she just grunted as if she was asleep, I knew she wasn't sleeping so I asked a second time. She said "you don't want to know". At this point she came over and hugged me and told me that it wasn't a big deal and told me how much she loved me saying she didn't want to lie. That was the end of the converstation until this morning. When we woke she was being very smiley and was kissing my neck and face saying how much she loved me and she wants to marry me and how i'm the perfect man. Being stubborn I didn't react, I didn't even speak. She eventually asked is there something I needed to know. So I asked her who was she thinking about? She told me that it was some guy she saw in a porno once and she apologized. She then said she was an idiot and could I forgive her. I told her of course I would forgive her but I won't forget it for a while at least. This morning I am feeling like I'm not so sexy to her, not so attractive to her and wonder is it that my self esteem is low and an insecurity is surfacing or it it really something to be worried about. She is a little younger than me but I don't look older than her, I am also her first sexual partner. So I can't help but think there might be an issue here. I suppose my question is going out to the ladies who are truely in love. Have you ever masturbated while thinking about someone else, a porn star, a movie star or someone you know but know it is only a fantasy and never want to carry it out in real life. If so, would you be able to do it while your boyfriend is lying beside you watching you? Also, do you think it's healthy to "cheat" in your head instead of doing it for real? Can a woman be sure about

This is long but is it Good. Teacher is being a b over it. So is this rubbish? Teacher has been really annoying over it and said she is going to write a letter to my parents because I never did it in time but my parents are on my side over it so yeah. Anyway is this so far good or rubbish . I know it's long guys but please read it and tell me what you think. My Autobiography Introduction In my life I have had up’s and I have had downs, but the one important thing to remember is that it doesn’t matter if you don’t succeed at first attempt because you can always try again until you get it right. I was born on the 4th of August; 1991.I was born around 10a.m in paisley hospital which is located in the North West of Scotland. My parent’s decided to grace me with the name Suzanne Amanda Shepherd. My mum chose both my first and middle name. She chose the name Suzanne because she really liked the hymn “sing hosanna” and she chose the name Amanda because it meant the gift of love. I was born with a major kidney problem which was a million to one chance I could have got it. I was only given four weeks to live. I went to York hill hospital which was a special children’s hospital for sick children, which had a really good renal ward. When we my parent’s got there, they found to their great surprise and relief that there was a six month old baby girl with the same condition I had. With that bit of information my parents had a little bit more hope, so to cut long Story sort I got a kidney Transplant at the age of four in March 1995. Unfortunately my body rejected the kidney and I got put back on the waiting list. Luckily I only had to wait four more months for a new kidney. So on the 13th (just goes to show that the number 13 isn’t always unlucky) of July, 1995 I got my new kidney. I don’t remember anything of it and I am very grateful for that. I will always be thankful to family of the donor for giving me a second chance. Memories I can remember a lot of things from my childhood but half the time I think these are just small fragment’s in my imagination playing out what I have been told as I have gotten older . I have a lot of important early memories that it would be hard to pick the first one, but one I feel is my first memory is, I remember playing with my little sister Rachel beside the tumble dryer when I was about three and she was about one, it was night time and we were in our pajamas. We were by ourselves and we thought at the time that it would be great fun if we played in the tumble dryer. I remember that my little sister went in first, and then I went in afterwards. After awhile I wanted out, my sister being so small didn’t know how to open it and I began to panic. I’m not sure what happened next, but my mum came rushing down to the door of the tumble dryer and pulled it open. I’m not sure if that memory is important but for some strange reason it has stuck with me till this very day. I think this is why I have chose it as “Important”. I remember being at a train station with my mum, dad, and my three sisters Yvonne, Elaine and Rachel, and also my big brother Alan. I wasn’t quite sure why I was there, but I remember the train ride, when I and my sister played with my Polly Pocket house in the train. The next memory is me being at my Aunt and uncle’s house in London, (At the time I did not care much for were the location was), I remember that the room I was in was very bright and sunny. I also remember that when I was leaving that my brothers and sisters stayed behind and I wondered why we were leaving them. My next memory is me getting Lego out of a shop. To be honest it’s all a bit hazy, but I remember meeting Rachel at a bench sometime later, (That’s what I thought it was at the time), it was actually not only a bench but a bench in Westminster Abby. I had no clue why I was there and would be a complete lair to say that any of these memories would make sense if I wasn’t told what they were by my family. I probably wouldn’t even count them as important. All at the same time I think that half of these memories’ have been drawn into my head as important, as well as the fact that they make sense. I know why I was at Westminster Abby now. I was there because my mum had entered me into a competition for Woman’s Own children of courage, (have no clue why but the crazy people on the panel who were judging the brave children picked me as brave even though I wasn’t) . I truly believe that the brave people were the family of the donor who give me my kidney. My first friend Friends, who needs them? Oh wait…I do I remember the first time me and Sara met. It only seemed like yesterday when we sat down at nursery school together. I remember that she was very nervous about meeting me. I said hello and asked if she wanted to play with me. I was messing about with some dominos at the time. She seemed more nervous than me, maybe it was because I was only five and didn’t really feel peer pressure yet or maybe the fact that she was the new one and not me? After a short while we began chatting to one and other about the things that little girls talk about, things like Barbie and all our other favorite toys. We got on really well and played together all time. At the end of primary one she moved away and I was sad that I had lost a good friend My first day at school As the car grew nearer to the school I grew more tense and nervous, I remember the building being so big and scary looking, I can’t remember much more and it’s all a bit hazy but the next thing I remember was meeting my teacher. My teacher had long black curly hair, brown eyes and a friendly smile. She introduced herself to me as Mrs. Foster. Mrs. Foster escorted me to a seat next to a girl who I had never met before. Her name was Rona and we were both shy to meet each other, we didn’t talk that often. I remember that Sara was sitting across from me and that made me feel slightly better. We were learning the letter C that day and to be honest the rest of my first day is hazy Rest of primary one I can’t remember a lot of primary one but there are some things I do remember. Like for example the books they use to make you read and funnily all the charters that you could name to any random person because you remember them so well. Of course this is only an example and I’m not going to tell you the names of the charters that were in the book. I remember being a shepherd in my nativity play even though I was going to be an angel but for some strange reason got turned into a shepherd, I liked being a shepherd though, so I didn’t, really care that I’d got turned into one. I remember that we had to walk to get our school dinner or if we needed to use the restroom, because the building for our school wasn’t that big and only had three class rooms, and one staff room until they started building an extension in the middle of the year. I remember that, because we had to play at the front of the school because they were building at the back of the school. The only other things I remember about primary one is my first sports day because I had cheated in the egg and spoon race by holding the egg up against my chain. I wasn’t really aware at the time that I was cheating but I was never the less cheating. I also remember that at the start of the year we had nine people in my year and that by the end of the year we only had five. This was because they had all moved away, including my friend Sara who I was sad to see go Primary two After Sara left I started hanging around with a girl called Hazel. Hazel was a year older than me and we got on really well. I also remember getting a new teacher haft way into the year because Mrs. Foster had left to look after her baby. The new teachers name was Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns was an ok teacher but I preferred Mrs. Foster. I can remember we only had him for haft a year. I remember that I missed my field trip because we went on holiday a week before school ended A trip of a life time I was only seven at the time and I was excited to be going to Disney land. I remember that my parents had hyped me and my sister up about it for ages. When we got to the airport I was very excited but I remember having to wait forever, well that’s what it felt like at the time. When it was time to go on the plane I was excited even more and was probably annoying to hear but then maybe again I wouldn’t have been the only one excited, since my older brothers and sisters were too. I slept most of the plane ride and when I woke up we were almost there I remember the heat the most as I came off the plane and walked down the bit before you come to immigration. It’s the most amazing feeling; you wouldn’t get what I meant unless you have been in the same situation. Then when you thought you had hit the jack pot you don’t really grasp the heat until you get outside for real. The air is different and the heat is way hotter than what your use to. It’s hard to explain but if you have been in the same situation you will get what I mean. Trust me it’s the best feeling in the world, well maybe apart from I guess a few other things but you know what I mean? When we got to our villa I was even more amazed because to me the villa was huge, with a nice inside balcony and it had a pool too! That was the best part for me and I remember rushing up the stairs to get my swimming suit with my sister. We were both so excited that I remember my mum shouting up to us to slow down. It just seemed like one huge big adventure to me. That adventure was going to get a whole lot bigger. On the first real day of the holiday we went to Disney world but we got lost on the way there. When we did get there the first thing you saw was the magical kingdom sign with Mickey and Minnie statue next to the sign. I felt excited to see the Mickey Mouse statue, I think everyone was. Then after you had parked you would get a tram ride to the ferry boat that took you to the main park. The ferry was amazing because you could clearly see the castle and the back ground music just made the magic happen, which was if you wish upon a star. When we got into the park I remember the place was packed with people. There were loads of charters to see too and when I was seven I thought that all these charters were the real Mc Coy. I remember getting a lot of their autographs and getting hugs off them. It’s still one of the best days in my life. I remember the parades during the day and night at Disney world being out of this world The parades during the day were cool because the prince and princess out of Cinderella would ask you to join them in the parade. I remember that being so cool when I was seven. I also remember that I had a fear of captain hook at that time. My family love to tell me about how I ran off when captain hook came on in the parade. It made me cringe for a long time but now when they remind me I just shrug and say ‘I was young’ . I remember the night parades being even more amazing and busier than the day ones. I remember all the lights carved into Mickey and all the other charters being spectacular and they were. Even the lights on there own were great. After the parade the castle would light up and then when you think it’s all over. The fire works go off and the castle lights up, with the Disney music playing in the background and you’re left with a really good feeling, a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach. When we got to universal I was excited but northing compeered to what I was when I went to Disney. I remember the world ball that said universal on it being big. Once we had entered the park the first ride we went on was the Flintstones and Jettisons ride were the seat would move. I went on jaws as well and me and my sister (Yvonne) were held against our will and forced to go on it again. I also went on E.T, Men in black and the back to the future ride. E.T when I was younger was the best ride that I had gone on. Even though I have been to Florida a total of five times the first time to me is the best ever for a load of reasons. One, I was only seven and everything was magical about it, like thinking that all the charters were real. Two, I thought that all the lights were cool. Number three, people are nice to you when you’re only seven and the most important reason is, because it was my first time there. Primary three In primary three I don’t really think there’s much to say about it apart from the fact we got a new teacher but apart from that primary three was basically the same as primary two and one. Primary four Primary four was different and harder from all the pervious years. To me it was my worst year in primary school. Why I hear you ask? Well for a few good and plain stupid reasons, and let’s just get it straight here it wasn’t a bad year, but my worst primary school one because I got rejected from the school choir at nine. What made it worst was that there were only sixty people in my whole school at the time. I mean the only good thing about It was that it that me know how to handle rejection well in the future. The other bad thing about that year was that I was always fighting with my teacher, Mrs. McKay over stupid things like drinking water. I’ll be honest here. When I Look back I was probably the one in the wrong but I wouldn’t go as far to say that she was always right. Looking back on it now Primary four was fun just not as fun as the others Primary five In primary five I got the same teacher as I had got in primary four and that basically primary five was the same as primary four. Primary six I was glad to be going into primary six. It made me feel important that I was in the top second class. I got a new teacher for that year. Her name was Mrs. Houston. She was very laid back compeered to my previous teacher Mrs. McKay. I remember that year as being one my best years at primary school because all the topics we did that year were fun. We did the sixty’s that year. Primary seven After primary six the teachers were moved around and Because of this move I got stuck with Mrs. McKay again. I remember that we had to look after the primary ones who had just came to the school that year. Mrs. McKay assigned most of the class to two primary ones but I was only assigned to one primary one to look after. I remember that I got assigned to a little girl with brown hair whose name I forget now. Anyway the little girl didn’t go too well as she preferred the Primary fours to hang out with. As primary sevens we kept getting reminded that we would soon be going to high school. I myself at the beginning of primary seven knew that I would not be attending the school that the rest of my class mates were going to attend. I was going to go to St Michaels Academy were all my older brothers and sisters had went. It had been planed for a long time that I would be going there but saying this my mum and dad never once forced it upon me that I must go and told me that I could attend Garnock if I wished so. I went on a couple of trips to Garnock Academy with the rest of my class. I found the school ok but my sister Yvonne who had attended Garnock academy for a year told me not to go and that it would be a bad ideal in the long term. I eventually decided that I would go with tradition and follow my brothers and sisters into St Michael’s. First time at ST Michaels Because I had chosen St Michaels I had to go to the two day introduction into high school by my self. I remember the night before I was very nervous as well as excited with anticipation, and kept asking annoying question, like how the dinner card worked. They would tell me how it worked, but I would be back two seconds later asking again just to make sure I had got it right. I looked forward to my first day of St Michaels, I mean of course I had been to St Michaels before, because of my brothers and sisters concerts and things, but this was the first time that I would be going as a pupil, well maybe not a pupil, but a temp pupil, I guess. I remember it being a bright, sunny and quite a warm day. The weather however did not help my nervous, I remember getting in the car with my dad and setting off for St Michaels getting more nervous the closer we got to the school. So when I had got there I was shaking and I remember loads of people in different colored uniforms. That made me feel more nervous since most people had someone from their school with them and I kind of felt alone. We were told to enter the assembly hall and take a seat by our school. I was quite unsure were to sit but a nice lady who was the first and second year’s pupil support teacher at the time told me to sit next to all the other pupils with out a school group with them. After we were all seated and settled we were told that our first year support teacher was going to be Mr. Johnston and that the lady teacher who had shown me to my seat was going to retire. After that we had to say the father’s prayer which made me feel tenser since I hadn’t a clue how it went and looked like an idiot trying to copy what everyone else was doing. I remember Mr. Johnston looking as confused as I was and that give me comfort to know I wasn’t the only one confused. After that we were told to go to our registration class so that we could get a grasp of what registration was like but unfortunately for me I went the wrong way and went to the wrong class. I felt so embarrassed, but I wasn’t the only person to get lost that day. I remember our first lesson being English. When I heard that I was getting Mr. Jenkins I was trilled because I had heard so much about him from my brother and sisters as being a nice teacher and telling bad jokes which to me seemed like a laugh. The first thing he asked us is if any of us were bad at spelling, a few of the class put their hand up including me. Then he asked us if any of us read. I think a dozen of us put our hand in the air. After that he told us that It didn’t have to be a book, that it could be a magazine or newspaper. The whole class had their hand in the air now and then he changed the subject back to reading books by telling us about this book cetirfectit thing. He told us that there were three stages bronze, silver and gold. To get any of these awards you had to read a certain amount of books. For example you had to read four books to get the bronze award but if you wanted to reach silver you would have to read other six or something like that. Then the subject turned into David Beckham’s Autobiography which then turned into football. The next subject that day was R.E, were all we did was introduce each other to one and other. My R.E teacher was called Mrs. Peline. She was friendly woman and she told us that she would be getting some of us for science. A boy in the class told her that he had been told that it was better to get her in R.E than it was to get her in science. She admitted yes and that the reason for that was is because in science she had to be on track wares as in R.E she never had to. I found it odd that an R.E teacher could be a science teacher but hey odder things have happened. The rest of the day and the second day was basically the same, the teachers just telling and preparing us for what was to come in high school. Last day of primary school It was a tradition at our school to bring a school polo shirt to school for everyone in the school to sign, even all the teachers and the people you didn’t like would sign. It was weird to bring my polo shirt in that day because I could remember signing all of the previous primary sevens shirts from all the other years. I remember putting my name across the collar and asking all the people in primary seven to sign my shirt in the one place. I remember what my Mrs. McKay wrote the most on my shirt for some strange reason. She wrote keep smiling. It makes me laugh when I think about it, like I would stop smiling. I mean high school is the happiest place on earth, isn’t it? I remember that we all got the big daily chocolate bars form one of the helper teachers; she did it to every primary seven class leaving to go to high school so that was a tradition too. School was fun that day and it was a good way to end it. I was invited to a party for all those who were leaving primary school and a couple of other people, because a party wouldn’t be a party with only five people. I remember that the first thing we did was play rounder’s, then after that we had lunch. Once that was over we played pentacles, they let me win, not that I would of cared if I had lost which I would have done if they had not let me take the goal further to the goal post than the rest of them. After that we had a water fight or to put it rightly hit Gavin’s dad with as much water as you can. After that the party came to a close with an other game of rounders St Michaels- first and second year I remembered the last time I was at St Michaels being good so I wasn’t that afraid of going this time. My mum at the time was very embarrassing about the whole thing, saying how grown up I was and all that. What parts do you think I should get rid of? there is 4 Microsoft word pages in 8 point text

What do you think of this peice ? I'm writing a story. I've just started and it's yet to be completed. Please read and comment and if you have and ideas, like where should it take it , i'm open. thankyou !! I was having a blast tiding up my shelf. Woohoo!! Ultimate and absolute fun!! Taking out books, dusting them, sizing 'em up with others and then for the final touch carefully placing them so as to not make my over-loaded shelf go tumbling down. Just kidding. I wasn't having a blast. Just passing time...waiting for something interesting to happen. That's when my friend Sidrah called. Me: Hey!!! Sidrah: Wheedleoklleemulleetyt? (She spoke the whole sentence in a go..so fast!) Me: What!?!? Sidrah: Will you come with me tonight? Me: To the Mall? Sure!! (We'd been planning for the mall since ages!!) Sidrah: Not the Mall! Remember Camper? The boy from Summer Fun Classes I told you about? I’ve to baby-sit his little sister so I was wondering if you’d come with me? Me: Camper? You mean that cute boy you told me about? You are going to baby-sit his sister? Sure!!! I’ll come. (How could I not..CUTE BOY!!) Sidrah: Not the cute one, Sana, the weird one. Me: Ohhhh..That one… (Smile straightening) Sidrah: Oh please, do come with me!! Me: I don’t want to dieee… (Yeah...I know I can get morbid every so often) Sidrah: Please!!! ..I’ll give you anything you want. Me: Really? (Cheering up) Sidrah: Yes!!! Me: Umm …let me see (I was imagining rubbing my finger's together in an evil way just for the effect) ... Can I’ve that Zac Efron poster you bought on Thursday? Sidrah: No! Not that one! Besides you bought one yourself too. Me: Yeah, but yours different and I think he’s looking way cuter in it. (Oooh Zac!! Love his smile) Sidrah: You can have my pink earrings. You were practically drooling over them when I showed them to you. Me: But now I think they’re a bit childish. Give me the poster...just two weeks. I want to show it off to my cousin. (Who's imaginary. LOL. And Ooh Zac!! Love him dance!!) Sidrah: Fine. Only for two weeks. And come over my place, now! Me: Hey! You can’t boss me around. (Happy Day!! Ooh Zac!! Love his nose!!) Sidrah: The poster! (In a singsong voice) Me: I’m coming ….we don’t wanna be late, do we? Sidrah: Yes, we do not. Cya! Me: Bye! Sidrah & Me: And thanks! Sidrah & Me: Whatever! Sidrah & Me: What are friends for! Sidrah & Me: Yeah right! Bye! Yay! So I was getting Zac's poster AND I was going to have some fun at Camper's place. Well I hoped 'coz from what Sidrah had told me it sure didn't sound boring. OK so it was half-past six and I had about fifteen minutes to get to Sidrah's place. I checked out my clothes in the mirror. Blue shirt, black trousers. Fine. I quickly put on some facewash and splashed water on my face. Done. Oh yeah shoes too, I slipped into my black sneakers lying nearby. I ran out and climbed into my bike and rode with the wind blowing my hair away. *** I got to Sidrah's place in time. She handed over the poster to me. Zac was safe and sound. Sidrah was almost ready, trying to put on her pink earrings. They weren't childish, but Zac's better. Anyway, we were off to Camper's place soon. *** We reached Evilsville..umm Camper's place easily. After parking our bikes in the yard we headed for the door. Sidrah rang the bell. I wanted to ring! A lady opened the door. Must be Jane. Sidrah introduced me to her and I saw Sidrah noticing me still clutching Zac..the poster. I was confused 'coz Jane did not say "Come in, come in.." I wanted to go in. So I told her it was nice meeting her and then I shook hands with her. And before the handshaking was over she was hugging me. Sidrah said something about Zac.. the poster. About why I'd brought it with me. I was midway replying when Jane snatched it from me and was all over Zac. Before I knew it Coral was thudding down the stairs and Jane declared, "Oh it’s that boy from TV girls are always talking about. Coral loves him! " And then Coral was standing right in front of us hugging a rather huge but cute teddy. Jane was like "Coral just look what Sidrah and Sana have brought you! " "Who's Sana?”, the little girl demanded. And I was introduced again. Then her mom gave her our Zac poster. I felt so angry but I couldn't show. I didn't listen to what she said next but soon Coral was going back to her room with Zac. And Jane had left. "Hey Coral, listen, it’s a mistake.. I mean it’s not for you, really …your mum just thought we brought it for you...”, Sidrah sort of mumbled loudly. "Is that so?", Coral raised an eyebrow "Well, you can have it back when you’re going but meanwhile I’m going to play with it", the next sound I heard was her door slamming. Oh well! "She’s up to something", Sidrah told me in a suspicious tone. "I don’ think so. She looks fine to me." Well what else could I say..I only saw her. But I'd agree if Sidrah said she was mean and rude and ...uhh Zac-stealer. "Then you’re mistaken because she’s not fine", Sidrah said in a mark-my-words tone. She rarely spoke like that. Anyway we closed the door behind us and turned on the TV. Something good ought to be on. But we ended up watching Cartoon Network. But 'twazn't that dull. We had a few laughs. I liked Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. And I knew Sidrah liked Blue. She'd told me once. And then Sidrah was hungry like always. She brought me an apple from the kitchen and herself two. Before having a bite I thought they might be poisoned. I ate anyway and I' still alive. Then we watched a cartoon about a boy called Timmy who had really stupid parents and two friendly godparents and an evil babysitter Vicky. And here at Evilsville it was the girl who was sort of evil according to Sidrah. And then it started to get boring. When it looks like we're gonna die of boredom, we snoop, we spy, we imagine and solve mysteries. Strange mysteries. "Let's SPY!", suggested Sidrah. I nodded in agreement and we were off to Camper's room. Camper's room was HUGE. On one corner was a bed with a Batman bed sheet and assembled neatly just in front of the bed were rows of boy toys; cars, action figures, yo-yos, slingshots, Lego blocks etc. In another corner of the room, rather far, was a really cool computer. Black and sleek, flat screen. Anyway, not one bit like my useless mass of metal. There was another little table with comic books and magazines and a shelf with loads of CDs. But there was no stereo in sight or a CD player for that matter. Maybe he listened music on his computer. Anyway, we made a run for the computer. Since it was Sidrah who rang the bell, I got to get the mouse. The desktop was a crowd of icons and peeking behind the icons was the Bobble wallpaper. Bobble was Camper's imaginary friend. Sidrah told me so. He was a green circle with an orange nose and a sunny grin. Excessive-cuteness, I'd say, for an imaginary pal. Sidrah wanted to check out all the music, I was more for hidden documents. But 'there was no a secret treasure chest of either as we were hoping. Not much music, not my taste anyway, and no secret folders at which we could "OOH" and "AAH". Sigh. But we did see some family pictures. Looked like a really loving family. They'd taken pictures of everything. Camper having a bath, Coral having a haircut, Jane washing clothes etc. The funniest one was of Camper and Coral piggyback-riding a man who was in the process of vomiting. LOL. Of course the man was their dad, James. Sidrah said he didn't live with them. Then we checked out a couple of more folders. Oh right, here's a quasi-secret folder "OUR IMAGINARY PALS." It was full of Bobble and Voldimod, Coral's imaginary creature. He was really Prince Charming. Coral's imaginary crush! We laughed so hard at all the images our stomachs hurt. We were in such an uncontrollable fit of laughter that one of us, don't know who, accidentally hit the switch, cutting off the power, and the computer screen went black. Oh well. We snooped around Camper's room some more and then went for Jane's room. I was still annoyed at Jane for snatching Zac."Isn't Jane niiiiice? Let's clean her rooooooom", I squeaked bitterly. I was only being sarcastic but I guess Sidrah took it for real. Anyway the room was already spick and span. Her room was as huge as Camper's and very very pink. The carpet was fluff and the pillows were fluff. And everything was insanely pink. It was like stepping into a room made of cotton candy. Jane was sooo girly! I couldn't have ever guessed that. Sidrah went checking out the closet. I went for the side-table drawers. Whoops..wrong one. This one was undergarments. You guessed it, pink and fluffy. I was SOO embarrassed and disgusted. Oh my. I slammed it closed. Okay, cross my finger's, I thought, and go for the middle drawer. I was hoping I'd find something TOP SECRET. And I did! Before I even took another look at it I yelled "Sidraahhh!!!" ...jeez I was excited. So the fun's begun! After all our efforts. I had in my hands three stuffed manila envelopes. One was stuffed with pictures of..any guesses? ... Here’s a hint - IT WAS A MAN. Yup you're right it was James. The second one was full of letters to Jane from James. And the third one had in it a diary. Every page was scribbled with hearts ... PINK HEARTS and in each was written Jane & James or Jane loves James and so on. "What should we check out first?”, I asked Sidrah, as I was too excited to make that choice myself. "How about the letters?”, Sidrah said without a pause and it was almost a whisper. I could tell she was just as excited as I was. And it was the kind of excitement where you know you could get caught. And the terrifying possibility of getting caught was a boost to adrenaline rushing all through us. "OKAY!!", I exclaimed and we were poring all over the juicy letters.

I haven't finnished this yet but do you think its over a thousand words? How many words do you think this holds. Is there a short cut to counting the amount of words? I know this has a lot of errors in it but I'm still working on this. I don't want any of yous to read it. just to tell me how many words you think are in it please My Autobiography Introduction In my life I have had ups and I have had downs, but the one important thing to remember is that it doesn’t matter if you don’t succeed at first attempt because you can always try again until you get it right. I was born on the 4th of August; 1991.I was born around 10a.m in paisley hospital which is located in the North West of Scotland. My parent’s decided to grace me with the name Suzanne Amanda Shepherd. My mum chose both my first and middle name. She chose the name Suzanne because she really liked the hymn “sing hosanna” and she chose the name Amanda because it meant the gift of love. I was born with a major kidney problem which was a million to one chance I could have got it. I was only given four weeks to live. I went to York hill hospital which was a special children’s hospital for sick children, which had a really good renal ward. When we my parent’s got there, they found to their great surprise and relief that there was a six month old baby girl with the same condition I had. With that bit of information my parents had a little bit more hope, so to cut long Story sort I got a kidney Transplant at the age of four in March 1995. Unfortunately my body rejected the kidney and I got put back on the waiting list. Luckily I only had to wait four more months for a new kidney. So on the 13th (just goes to show that the number 13 isn’t always unlucky) of July, 1995 I got my new kidney. I don’t remember anything of it and I am very grateful for that. I will always be thankful to family of the donor for giving me a second chance. Memories I can remember a lot of things from my childhood but half the time I think these are just small fragment’s in my imagination playing out what I have been told as I have gotten older . I have a lot of important early memories that it would be hard to pick the first one, but one I feel is my first memory is, I remember playing with my little sister Rachel beside the tumble dryer when I was about three and she was about one, it was night time and we were in our pajamas. We were by ourselves and we thought at the time that it would be great fun if we played in the tumble dryer. I remember that my little sister went in first, and then I went in afterwards. After awhile I wanted out, my sister being so small didn’t know how to open it and I began to panic. I’m not sure what happened next, but my mum came rushing down to the door of the tumble dryer and pulled it open. I’m not sure if that memory is important but for some strange reason it has stuck with me till this very day. I think this is why I have chose it as “Important”. I remember being at a train station with my mum, dad, and my three sisters Yvonne, Elaine and Rachel, and also my big brother Alan. I wasn’t quite sure why I was there, but I remember the train ride, when I and my sister played with my Polly Pocket house in the train. The next memory is me being at my Aunt and uncle’s house in London, (At the time I did not care much for were the location was), I remember that the room I was in was very bright and sunny. I also remember that when I was leaving that my brothers and sisters stayed behind and I wondered why we were leaving them. My next memory is me getting Lego out of a shop. To be honest it’s all a bit hazy, but I remember meeting Rachel at a bench sometime later, (That’s what I thought it was at the time), it was actually not only a bench but a bench in Westminster Abby. I had no clue why I was there and would be a complete lair to say that any of these memories would make sense if I wasn’t told what they were by my family. I probably wouldn’t even count them as important. All at the same time I think that half of these memories’ have been drawn into my head as important, as well as the fact that they make sense. I know why I was at Westminster Abby now. I was there because my mum had entered me into a competition for Woman’s Own children of courage, (have no clue why but the crazy people on the panel who were judging the brave children picked me as brave even though I wasn’t) . I truly believe that the brave people were the family of the donor who give me my kidney. My first friend Friends, who needs them? Oh wait…I do I remember the first time me and Sara met. It only seemed like yesterday when we sat down at nursery school together. I remember that she was very nervous about meeting me. I said hello and asked if she wanted to play with me. I was messing about with some domino's at the time. She seemed more nervous than me, maybe it was because I was only five and didn’t really feel peer pressure yet or maybe the fact that she was the new one and not me? After a short while we began chatting to one and other about the things that little girls talk about, things like Barbie and all our other favorite toys. We got on really well and played together all time. At the end of primary one she moved away and I was sad that I had lost a good friend My first day at school As the car grew nearer to the school I grew more tense and nervous, I remember the building being so big and scary looking, I can’t remember much more and it’s all a bit hazy but the next thing I remember was meeting my teacher. My teacher had long black curly hair, brown eyes and a friendly smile. She introduced herself to me as Mrs. Foster. Mrs. Foster escorted me to a seat next to a girl who I had never met before. Her name was Rona and we were both shy to meet each other, we didn’t talk that often. I remember that Sara was sitting across from me and that made me feel slightly better. We were learning the letter C that day and to be honest the rest of my first day is hazy Rest of primary one I can’t remember a lot of primary one but there are some things I do remember. Like for example the books they use to make you read and funnily all the charters that you could name to any random person because you remember them so well. Of course this is only an example and I’m not going to tell you the names of the charters that were in the book. I remember being a shepherd in my nativity play even though I was going to be an angel but for some strange reason got turned into a shepherd, I liked being a shepherd though, so I didn’t really care that I’d got turned into one. I remember that we had to walk to get our school dinner or if we needed to use the restroom, because the building for our school wasn’t that big and only had three class rooms, and one staff room until they started building an extension in the middle of the year. I remember that, because we had to play at the front of the school because they were building at the back of the school. The only other things I remember about primary one is my first sports day because I had cheated in the egg and spoon race by holding the egg up against my chain. I wasn’t really aware at the time that I was cheating but I was never the less cheating. I also remember that at the start of the year we had nine people in my year and that by the end of the year we only had five. This was because they had all moved away, including my friend Sara who I was sad to see go Primary two After Sara left I started hanging around with a girl called Hazel. Hazel was a year older than me and we got on really well. I also remember getting a new teacher haft way into the year because Mrs. Foster had left to look after her baby. The new teachers name was Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns was an ok teacher but I preferred Mrs. Foster. I can remember we only had him for haft a year. I remember that I missed my field trip because we went on holiday a week before school ended but I was to young and naive to realize that the holiday I went on A trip of a life time I was only seven at the time and I was excited to be going to Disney land. I remember that my parents had hyped me and my sister up about it for ages. When we got to the airport I was very excited but I remember having to wait forever, well that’s what it felt like at the time. When it was time to go on the plane I was excited even more and was probably annoying to hear but then maybe again I wouldn’t have been the only one excited, since my older brothers and sisters were too. I slept most of the plane ride and when I woke up we were almost there I remember the heat the most as I came off the plane and walked down the bit before you come to immigration. It’s the most amazing feeling; you wouldn’t get what I meant unless you have been in the same situation. Then when you thought you had hit the jack pot you don’t really grasp the heat until you get outside for real. The air is different and the heat is way hotter than what your use to. It’s hard to explain but if you have been in the same situation you will get what I mean. Trust me it’s the best feeling in the world, well maybe apart from I guess a few other things but you know what I mean? When we got to our villa I was even more amazed because to me the villa was huge, with a nice inside balcony and it had a pool too! That was the best part for me and I remember rushing up the stairs to get my swimming suit with my sister. We were both so excited that I remember my mum shouting up to us to slow down. It just seemed like one huge big adventure to me. That adventure was going to get a whole lot bigger. On the first real day of the holiday we went to Disney world but we got lost on the way there. When we did get there the first thing you saw was the magical kingdom sign with Mickey and Minnie statue next to the sign. I felt excited to see the Mickey Mouse statue, I think everyone was. Then after you had parked you would get a tram ride to the ferry boat that took you to the main park. The ferry was amazing because you could clearly see the castle and the back ground music just made the magic happen, which was if you wish upon a star. When we got into the park I remember the place was packed with people. There were loads of charters to see too and when I was seven I thought that all these charters were the real Mc Coy. I remember getting a lot of their autographs and getting hugs off them. It’s still one of the best days in my life. I remember the parades during the day and night at Disney world being out of this world The parades during the day were cool because the prince and princess out of Cinderella would ask you to join them in the parade. I remember that being so cool when I was seven. I also remember that I had a fear of captain hook at that time. My family love to tell me about how I ran off when captain hook came on in the parade. It made me cringe for a long time but now when they remind me I just shrug and say ‘I was young’ . I remember the night parades being even more amazing and busier than the day ones. I remember all the lights carved into Mickey and all the other charters being spectacular and they were. Even the lights on there own were great. After the parade the castle would light up and then when you think it’s all over. The fire works go off and the castle lights up, with the Disney music playing in the background and you’re left with a really good feeling, a deep feeling in the pit of your stomach. When we got to universal I was excited but northing compeered to what I was when I went to Disney. I remember the world ball that said universal on it being big. Once we had entered the park the first ride we went on was the Flintstones and Jettisons ride were the seat would move. I went on jaws as well and me and my sister (Yvonne) were held against our will and forced to go on it again. I also went on E.T, Men in black and the back to the future ride. E.T when I was younger was the best ride that I had gone on. Even though I have been to Florida a total of five times the first time to me is the best ever for a load of reasons. One, I was only seven and everything was magical about it, like thinking that all the charters were real. Two, I thought that all the lights were cool. Number three, people are nice to you when you’re only seven and the most important reason is, because it was my first time there. Primary four Primary four was different and harder from all the pervious years. To me it was my worst year in primary school. Why I hear you ask? Well for a few good and plain stupid reasons, and let’s just get it straight here it wasn’t a bad year, but my worst primary school one because I got rejected from the school choir at nine. What made it worst was that there were only sixty people in my whole school at the time. I mean the only good thing about It was that it that me know how to handle rejection well in the future. The other bad thing about that year was that I was always fighting with my teacher, Mrs. McKay over stupid things like drinking water. I’ll be honest here. When I Look back I was probably the one in the wrong but I wouldn’t go as far to say that she was always right. Looking back on it now Primary four was fun just not as fun as the others Primary six I was glad to be going into primary six. It made me feel important that I was in the top second class. I got a new teacher for that year. Her name was Mrs. Houston. She was very laid back compeered to my previous teacher Mrs. McKay. I remember that year as being one my best years at primary school because all the topics we did that year were fun. We did the sixty’s that year. Primary seven After primary six the teachers were moved around and Because of this move I got stuck with Mrs. McKay again. I remember that we had to look after the primary ones who had just came to the school that year. Mrs. McKay assigned most of the class to two primary ones but I was only assigned to one primary one to look after. I remember that I got assigned to a little girl with brown hair whose name I forget now. Anyway the little girl didn’t go too well as she preferred the Primary fours to hang out with. As primary sevens we kept getting reminded that we would soon be going to high school. I myself at the beginning of primary seven knew that I would not be attending the school that the rest of my class mates were going to attend. I was going to go to St Michaels Academy were all my older brothers and sisters had went. It had been planed for a long time that I would be going there but saying this my mum and dad never once forced it upon me that I must go and told me that I could attend Garnock if I wished so. I went on a couple of trips to Garnock Academy with the rest of my class. I found the school ok but my sister Yvonne who had attended Garnock academy for a year told me not to go and that it would be a bad ideal in the long term. I eventually decided that I would go with tradition and follow my brothers and sisters into St Michael’s. First time at ST Michaels Because I had chosen St Michaels I had to go to the two day introduction into high school by my self. I remember the night before I was very nervous as well as excited with anticipation, and kept asking annoying question, like how the dinner card worked. They would tell me how it worked, but I would be back two seconds later asking again just to make sure I had got it right. I looked forward to my first day of St Michaels, I mean of course I had been to St Michaels before, because of my brothers and sisters concerts and things, but this was the first time that I would be going as a pupil, well maybe not a pupil, but a temp pupil, I guess. I remember it being a bright, sunny and quite a warm day. The weather however did not help my nervous, I remember getting in the car with my dad and setting off for St Michaels getting more nervous the closer we got to the school. So when I had got there I was shaking and I remember loads of people in different colored uniforms. That made me feel more nervous since most people had someone from their school with them and I kind of felt alone. We were told to enter the assembly hall and take a seat by our school. I was quite unsure were to sit but a nice lady who was the first and second year’s pupil support teacher at the time told me to sit next to all the other pupils with out a school group with them. After we were all seated and settled we were told that our first year support teacher was going to be Mr. Johnston and that the lady teacher who had shown me to my seat was going to retire. After that we had to say the father’s prayer which made me feel tenser since I hadn’t a clue how it went and looked like an idiot trying to copy what everyone else was doing. I remember Mr. Johnston looking as confused as I was and that give me comfort to know I wasn’t the only one confused. After that we were told to go to our registration class so that we could get a grasp of what registration was like but unfortunately for me I went the wrong way and went to the wrong class. I felt so embarrassed, but I wasn’t the only person to get lost that day. I remember our first lesson being English. When I heard that I was getting Mr. Jenkins I was trilled because I had heard so much about him from my brother and sisters as being a nice teacher and telling bad jokes which to me seemed like a laugh. The first thing he asked us is if any of us were bad at spelling, a few of the class put their hand up including me. Then he asked us if any of us read. I think a dozen of us put our hand in the air. After that he told us that It didn’t have to be a book, that it could be a magazine or newspaper. The whole class had their hand in the air now and then he changed the subject back to reading books by telling us about this book cetirfectit thing. He told us that there were three stages bronze, silver and gold. To get any of these awards you had to read a certain amount of books. For example you had to read four books to get the bronze award but if you wanted to reach silver you would have to read other six or something like that. Then the subject turned into David Beckham’s Autobiography which then turned into football. The next subject that day was R.E, were all we did was introduce each other to one and other. My R.E teacher was called Mrs. Peline. She was friendly woman and she told us that she would be getting some of us for science. A boy in the class told her that he had been told that it was better to get her in R.E than it was to get her in science. She admitted yes and that the reason for that was is because in science she had to be on track wares as in R.E she never had to. I found it odd that an R.E teacher could be a science teacher but hey odder things have happened. The rest of the day and the second day was basically the same, the teachers just telling and preparing us for what was to come in high school. Last day of primary school It was a tradition at our school to bring a school polo shirt to school for everyone in the school to sign, even all the teachers and the people you didn’t like would sign. It was weird to bring my polo shirt in that day because I could remember signing all of the previous primary sevens shirts from all the other years. I remember putting my name across the collar and asking all the people in primary seven to sign my shirt in the one place. I remember what my Mrs. McKay wrote the most on my shirt for some strange reason. She wrote keep smiling. It makes me laugh when I think about it, like I would stop smiling. I mean high school is the happiest place on earth, isn’t it? I remember that we all got the big daily chocolate bars form one of the helper teachers; she did it to every primary seven class leaving to go to high school so that was a tradition too. School was fun that day and it was a good way to end it. I was invited to a party for all those who were leaving primary school and a couple of other people, because a party wouldn’t be a party with only five people. I remember that the first thing we did was play rounder’s, then after that we had lunch. Once that was over we played pentacles, they let me win, not that I would of cared if I had lost which I would have done if they had not let me take the goal further to the goal post than the rest of them. After that we had a water fight or to put it rightly hit Gavin’s dad with as much water as you can. After that the party came to a close with an other game of rounders St Michaels- first and second year St Michaels first and second year is a bit hard to explain and to be honest its not something I talk about often, in fact school is something I don't talk about. I remember the first week was really good, I had made friends with a girl called Jenifer and a boy called Ian.All my teachers were nice and I enjoyed not being stuck in one class all the time. The only thing wrong with it was that I hardly went due to surcumstancies, that I don't feel like talking about.Looking back on it it all seems like a stupid dream that I was watching from above. Mind you I will be honest, that I had a lot fun and always take alot of funny memories with me from st Micks as I would call it. Moving I remember being upset at the Ideal of moving. It just seemed stupid to me and I thought about how our house held so many memories. I was scared to leave them and start fresh.I thought that if we left the house then I would somehow leave a part of me behind. Stupid I know but thats the way I felt. I would make up every excuse in the book as to why we shouldn't leave but northing worked, the more excuses I made the stupider they got. I even offered to get a job and use the wages that I earned to help pay the bills.My mum laughed when I said that and said if only they were all like you.Unfortunately I had to face the fact that no matter what I or anyone else for that matter said it wouldn't change my mum and dad's minds. It took forever for us to move. It seemed like it was the house that only we loved and whilst I was glad that I had got what I have wished for. I also got annoyed at the fact that no one wanted it.I didn't understand why no one wanted the house that I was so glad I had grew up in and would do anything in the world to keep living in but of course I was too stupid and naive to see that our house had faults that were costly. Eventually my mum and dad just got fed up and moved whilst still trying to sell the house that we had left behind. When I read this back I think I became obsessed with the house. New Life When we first moved to our new house I was still upset and still really stubborn over the whole thing. I still thought my mother and father were insane to leave "all of that" as I would of put it behind but now I realize that they had everybody's best interest in heart. It took me a while for the realization of the whole situation to sink in and after a few months of living in my new home I began to think to myself hey, this isn't so bad. It was beginning to feel like home and I felt a lot happier than I had in a long time. Castle Douglas high I didn't really know what to think the first time I seen castle Douglas high. My first thought was that I thought it looked odd for an high school, then the colour screamer of the building came into mind as brighter and more colourful than my other school was. My hopes and dreams conclusion Looking back on all of this I think "wow kid you got it so lucky"

Story? My little cuz wrote it and wants to know if its good so far.? Well here I am leaving Bugsday Animal Retreat.My name is Lola and I am the Moor's family dog. I am a loyal bordercollie,that loves playig fetch...It's my favorite! But this week the family was taking a vacation to aunt Marthas house and I didn't want to go.I dont know aunt Martha by any experiance but Lilly and Sams (Which are the kids) groaning told me I didn't want to go. "But Mom aunt Martha is way to crazy!" sam said. "Yeah", said Lilly "Last time we visited her she made me wash my soap.My soap!" "Dont argue just go pack your bags,your aunt moved into a new beach-house and she caled just a few hours ago and asked if we wanted to vist and you farther told her yes, so if there's anyone to yell at its him." The kids groaning started again and Lilly sat down beside me. "At least Lola gets to go." Lilly said as I Iooked at her strange. "Actually",said Mom, "Your aunt is allergic to dogs." "'So?" Lilly replied sarcasticly. "So Lola cant go." Mom said. "Then we must stay home! Mom, I dont think this plan was well thought out!" Lilly said as she picked me up and took me to her room. I tried to fall asleep on Lilly's soft,pink fuzzy blanket but every time I did Lilly would start talking to Sam on some walkie takies. I wanted to grab them away from her and eat them so I could finally get some rest.But I decided to wait for about 2 minutes."I dont know we cant just leave Lola here." I over heard Mom say. "Shes just 5 months and still a puppy." While I was lying on Lilly's bed as she packed to go to her aunts house I could'nt help but think about the following: Is Aunt Martha nice? Will she take care of the family? By going to aunt Marthas,is the kids in danger? At that thought I jumped of the bed to see if I could sucker Mom and Dad to let me go. "Lola! Does Lola want her bone?Come get it!" What the heck? I can sucker Mom ad Dad later,because its bone time! I jumped back on Lilly's bed and began to eat. Im going to have to find a hidding place for this! I thought. Its huge! I ate about half of the bone and fell asleep I dreamed about aunt Martha beating the children, chasing mom and dad with her purse abusing my family like a,like a, like an old preson! I awoke at the smell of cookies. "Lola!" yelled Mom. I looked around and Lilly wasn't there, I decided I must go investigate.I jumped off the bed and ran to the kitchen,there I found Sam,Lilly,Mom,and Dad.They were sitting at the table eating Lasagna and the cookies were on the cabnit,I sat there watching the family eat.I gave Mom the "Puppy dog pout" and she got up and poured a little lasagna into my bowl.I ate the Lasagna and curled up on the kitchen rug then realized it was much more comftorable upstairs in Lilly's bed. My journey began as I walked through the dining room and walked to the north wall of the liing room.It was my first time climbing these stairs because everyone would carry me up them.As I climbed up the stairs the family was awed. I kept climbing then before I knew it Lilly was right behind me then Sam, then everyone. I was going to complete my journy so I climbed up faster. Finally! I was finished,with the family following me,I ran as fast as could to Lilly's room and everybody was watching me so I decided to run around in circles.Lilly was trying to capture me then Sam joined in,and Mom and Dad were laughing,but unfortunatly the door bell rang and we were forced to go downstairs.I ran down the stairs really fast,too fast actually and fell down the stairs but I picked myself up and tried it again slower. Mom and Dad beat me to the door."Here's a flier about our new doggy-day-care. Only 25$ a day its a steal. Would like further information? I have 3 packages full of info for 3 people who want it.""Yes!" Dad said. "Okay here,well bye."said the dwliveryguy Wow that expressionless voice is depressing, and suspicious. Note to self:Watch out for delivery guys,escpessially expressionless ones. "Wow how lucky are we? Now we can go to aunt Marthas and we know were Lola can go now!" "Wait!" We have to do research on that place.We know nothing about that place. And I don't know about you but i'm not sending Lola to a little doggy-day-care without knowing anything about that place." said Mom. Lilly grabbed me up in her arms. "Why dont Sam and I stay home and watch Lola? Im 13 and a 1/2 I think I can.And Sams 12." I barked once and Mom busted out laughing.Lilly spuealled.I barked.They laughed.Lilly took me upstairs and sat me on her bed.I chewed on that bone. "If only Mom would stay,it is Dads aunt" I thought.Lilly unpacked:a razor,makeup clothes,curling iron,flat iron,toothpaste,tooth brush,hair brush,makeup,and a picture of me.She put everything back in its destinated place. "Lilly,Sam,Lola, get down here!"I got carried down stairs.A bowl of leftover Lasagna was waiting for me.A plate of cookies was waiting for Lilly and Sam.I got done eating and went outside.Lilly came outside and picked me up and put me in the car.We drove down to PetsRus pet supplies store.We went inside and Lilly took me in the dog section.She put in a cart:four toys,three bags of treats,a bag of vitamins,two bones,a collar,a leash,a bed,and two bowles. On our way home I slept in my new bed.It was big and round and looked like a bean bag but it wasn't full of beans it was squishy,and pink. It was also comfortable! I was woken up by the sound of the garage door."Grab Lola and have Sam come help me with supplies." She took me in the backyard and yelled at Sam. "Sam! Go help Mom with Lola's supplies!now! I liked being outside until it started raining. It was raining thirty minutes before someone finally realized it and let me in.Then Sm gave me a half bath then Lilly came in and said "Sam your not doing it right!Go play video games your better at that then taking care of Lola!" Which is true,im a girl I don't like axe body wash. Lilly gave me real bath one with strawberry shampoo and conditioner.With my pink robe I was ready for bed. I heard the phone ring but was too tired to care.Lilly took me in my room and put put on me my pink pajamas with blue bears on it,she put me in my bed and I was just about to be dosed off when.."Lilly,Sam get down here! I didnt here my name but i decided to follow I got out of my warm,comfy bed and stumbled down the stairs. "What Mom?" Lilly sked.as she wlked down the stairs. "We're not going to your aunts house tomorrow." Dad said. "You dragged us out of bed to tell us that?" Sam said, sitting down on the couch. "Ummm,not exactly. Change of plans. Were going toa funeral." said Dad trying not cry. "Whos?" Mom asked as she walked into the room. "Guys its Martha." said dad "your Aunt Martha passed away just five minutes ago." "Oh,but she lived a long happy life and at lest she didnt die painfully." said Mom trying to make dad feel better. "She was 41 and got eaten by a shark." ''Oh,'' mom said. Man, do I hate sharks they are so mean. "But what about Lola?Can she go?We can dress her up in black,Lolas smart she can sit there and cry." Lilly said squeezing me. "No,Lola can go to bugsday retreat." dad said. What!?! Dad's joking right?He has to be joking! So I started whining,maybe they will feel sorry for me and take me someplace else,anyware! Lilly and Sam walked slowly up the stairs and I decided to follow so I can go to sleep. I don't know why but that night I felt like somebody was in the house,somebody that souldn't be in the house.Knowing my great instinct,at random times I would wake up,and walk around the house for a few times until I was sure it was safe.I knew Lilly needed my protection so I jumped on her bed and curled up beside her with one eye open one eye closed. "Lilly,Sam breakfeast!" yelled dad.From my overnight guarding,I have woked mysef up quite an apptite,so I too ran downstairs for breakfeast. Downstairs was lady,a nice looking lady but a stranger."Good morning Lola!" said the odd lady.Ihave no idea why but theres something about her that give me the chills.She was sitting at the table enjoying french toast.I went to my food bowl and ate my food,without taking one eye off the strange lady. Mom poured me some dog food in my bowl a i began to eat. It was really good,and l was really hungry.The only problem is,l couldnt enjoy knowing that there was a stranger in the house.I do not like stragers in the house,actually I hate them and l for one will not stand for it.No siree I will not have it!

my book the kidnappe? There once was a town called Shellymin it was a very peaceful place, everyone knew each other, they were all friends. It was a little island, most people would go there for a holiday even though others stayed there for a lifetime. You had to go on a ferry to get to the island, it costed $5 per person but if you were a homeowner it would only cost $2. The trees were very good to climb on and that’s why all the children loved the tree’s there. There was also a huge lake that you were aloud to swim in but you couldn’t go past the poles that were in the water because that’s where the fish swam. All the houses stood in a row like soldiers, and every house that was built was to be made out of wood because the man who owned this island loved houses made out of wood, you also couldn’t paint them, but if you had permission you could. In this little island there lived a rich family, this family was called the Charlson family. Steve Charlson was in the company that worked for the island and he had a wife and four children. He had light brown hair and eyes the colour of the sea. His wife, Alice was a Nurse at the Shellymin’s Children’s Hospital and was thin and beautiful with her long golden hair and bright blue eyes. Their eldest child was Jake Charlson, who was seventeen and nearly going to collage to train to become a teacher. With his good looks and his sweet and sensitive personality he got him self a girlfriend . Next in child birth was Jessica Charlson or you might say Jess, as she was known to be called, she had long brown hair, a few freckles and bright blue eyes the colour of her mum’s, she was pretty, bright and was 13. After Jess came Maxwell Charlson but he preferred to be called Max, Max was a bully at school and had very little friends, he was 11, stubborn and had shaggy, muddy brown hair and a gloomy face. The very youngest of the children was Caroline Charlson, the 4 year old, cute little angel, at least that’s what her parents thought of her, the true Caroline was a clever, tough, out going little rascal, she was cute with her puppy dog eyes and curly blonde hair on the outside but the real her was on the inside. Then there was there house that was very beautiful, it had a balcony outside every room and it was a 3-storie mansion that looked over the lake, it was LOVELY! Each room had a safe in it just incase they would have a brake-in. In Jesse’s safe there was her money her jewelry and her rare CD’s. In Jake’s safe there was a book called “How To Be A Teacher” there was also a trophy from the Spelling Bee contest when he was 7. In Max’s safe there was an invitation to the bad boys gang party and a card that said: you are now an official bad boy gangster, and a CD signed by the country’s best rapper. Then last is Caroline she had a karate medal and karate clothes from her secret lessons, and a medal from the beauty contest she won when she was 3 and her first lost tooth from a few weeks ago. In the living room they had a flat Plasma screen TV in front of their couch and a coffee table just beside it, they also had all around sound to make the TV sound realistic. In the Kitchen they had a glass table, some cupboards and lots of top class electronics. In Jake’s bedroom, he had a bed, a desk with a 24 inch screen Macintosh computer on it, a TV and a walk in wardrobe. In Jess’s room she had a mirror, some posters of Avril Lavigne and Brad Pit, she had a bunk bed with a desk underneath instead of a bed and a 30 inch TV. In Max’s room there was a rock ‘n’ roll guitar tickets to a concert that’s called: ‘rocking my life’ CD’s for beginner rockers. Also a Compaq laptop and a rockstar book. His bed was a big one that had a black blanket and in big white letters it said this: ROCKSTAR! He also had a white plain pillow. On the wall there was posters of famous rocker’s. In Caroline’s room there was a little bed on the wall there was a painting off a mermaid sitting on a rock then in the corner was a little table with a mirror on it and some ‘learning to read’ books and the carpet was a little pink and red stripes carpet then in the mum and dad’s room there was a king sized bed a mirror on each side of the bed there was a bedside table and then there was a door that led to the bathroom. There was also a indoor pool with lots of toys. The charltons’s also had a trampoline that floats on the water. Upstairs was a play room with playmobile Lego action figures mini go-karts a little race track and two mote-control cars then there was a spare room for guest’s and a cupboard where all the mum and dad’s trophies and medals. “I’m going to the pub you look after the kids ok?” Said Steve as he went out the door. “Ok, darling.” She said as he closed the door behind him. When he got to the pub he said “Hi Moe, give me a beer or two.” In 25 minutes Steve had drunken 12 cups of beers and a bottle of wine. Not surprisingly Steve got drunk, he was so drunk he couldn’t drive the way home and had to take a taxi. “Hi honey, I’m home!” Steve said as he walked into the room with a slam behind him as he closed the door. “Shh, don’t wake up the kids!” Alice whispered. ”What took you so long, Steve?” “Um, uh, can I lie down for a second?” “Oh no, don’t say you got drunk again! How many beers did you have?” “Just 12.” “Just 12? You know what could happen if you got drunk like the time you nearly killed someone with a chair. Where is the car, Steve? You didn’t take a taxi home, did you? Now the car’s still at the pub!” “Just calm down, I can explain.” ‘Explain what Steve? You know what, this is just going too far, I’m going have to leave. You obviously do not know how to set an example, these are our children Steve! And if you can’t take care of them, then I will! Tomorrow morning I’m taking Caroline and Jessica and leaving this house for good. “Fine, let it be that way! You maniac!” “Me? You’re the maniac! No, even worse, you’re an imbecile!” “NO! Don’t have a divorce!” Shouted Caroline while she jumped out from behind the sofa. “It’s not what you think.” Alice said in a calm voice. Then max jumped out from behind the sofa and said “But then why did you say your taking Jess and Caroline and leaving for good?” “Look everyone just go to bed and in the morning Alice will take Jess and Caroline ok?” Said Steve angrily. Then Jake slowly gets up from behind the sofa and said “No! It’s not fair soon I’m going to college and won’t be able to see you again!” “Don’t worry Jake we’ll visit you alright?” In the morning at 10 o’clock Alice, Jess and Caroline got up had breakfast and then had a little play but Alice looked for a house then she found a lovely house just like there’s so Alice, Jess and Caroline went to have a look at it while Max, Jake and Steve stayed home. When all the boys woke up they had breakfast Max had some Weet-Bix with sultana’s on it and milk, Jake had nutigrain and Steve had some yogurt then they started cleaning up all the girl’s room first they painted Caroline’s room white then they took her bed away and then her table and the mirror then they took all of Jesse’s stuff and they took the posters of her wall. They took her TV away and her table and bunk bed. When a big truck came they put everything in the truck and the truck drived off to give the furniture to Alice and the kids. For lunch they all had some sandwiches because no wanted a really good lunch they didn’t feel like it then Steve said “ok who wants to go get spoilt maybe go in the pool have a party just to get cheered up?” Both boys said “yeah!” The next day it was their school day the school was called ‘New Life, the school was 5 minutes away it had a playground with 2 swing’s a slide a pole to slide down and that was all there was also a sandpit, there was pre-primary to high school there was a library and a swimming pool the principal was called Mrs. Marble she had a son called Mr.Marble his first name was Alex he was my teacher everyone in the class liked him because whenever your good he will give you fake money then you can buy lollies off him and whoever has the most money at the end of the year will get 2 bags of lollies. Then the school library teacher was called Mrs.Hudnker she taught the year 1 to year 2’s to read then she read stories to the year 3’s to year 7’s then she would give us worksheets and pencils. The school was very nice everyone liked it. but one-day when the dad was resting a man called John that was going to get kicked out of the island didn’t want to get kicked out and also he wanted their money (with ‘their’ I mean the rich family) so he got a match stick lit it and started a fire…The fire got bigger and bigger by the time the fire was as big as the door John had gone to the place where firemen worked he was back with a fireman suit. He ran into the house and took Steve, Steve woke up shocked. John then took Steve to the his house Steve then shouted “where is my kid’s go get my kids!” but the man called John laughed and said “well only if you let me back into here,you didn’t really think I was a fireman did you? Haha” Steve stared at John then said “look John you are band but if you save my kids then I’ll let you stay. You in?” “Deal” said John with a smirk on his face but first John took Steve to a chair and put sticky tape on Steve’s mouth and tied him onto the chair then John went to go for the kids but when John came back he said “the kids weren’t there” Steve frowned and said “your just trying to scare me get my kids right now!” John smiled again “look pal there not there and I’ve done want you wanted me to do so you better let me stay” “NO WAY!” said Steve in a angry voice “ok then Steve we will do it the hard way” John took out a knife and was just going to stab Steve when the door smashed and a log came flying in then guess who opened the door. It was Max, Jake, Bell, Alex and Jessie and all the other kids then Max said “SAVE IT JOHN IF YOUR GOING TO HURT MY DAD YOU HAVE TO GET THROUGH ME AND EVERYONE ELSE!” then all the kids got out their weapons some had baseball bats some had tennis rackets some had logs. However, Steve did not want to risk his children so Steve said, “NO kids don’t! You will die please kids!” but the kids did not listen then Jake said “dad you have done everything for us like when your working and I want to play footy with you because no one else does you will just play with me and do your work later” then all the kids nodded then Jessie said “so now we are doing something for you!” but John wouldn’t allow this so he pointed up they gun and loaded it, Steve was signaling to go home but this time the children obeyed. Chapter two The Clever, tough outgoing little rascal Is let out. “What are we going to do?” Asked Jessie “my stepfather might be killed!” she started panicking. “Tell the police?” asked Max. “No! If we want to save our father than if we tell the police they wont let us interfere.” Said Jake frowning. Max got angry. “Shut up Jake we shouldn’t interfere!” “Max, Jake is right we need to save your dad we can’t let the police do it! Anyway the police don’t know where they are, and right now I don’t either! The police are terrible anyway, this is the first time that there has been and murderous kindapper on the loose since I was born!” Bell said firmly. Everyone started shouting at each other and fighting. “EVERYONE! SHUT UP!” Alex roared. “We are losing time! Fighting is not the answer! First we will try save dad then if we can’t we will tell the whole town!” the other kids and teenagers started to nodd there heads. “we need to spy on them first but we need someone small that can fit between the gates. Because John locked them once we went out.” “Now it is my time to shine!” a voice came from down the dark drippy alley. “Who was that?” Jessie asked. Geuss who came into sight this time? Caroline. “Caroline!” everyone shouted. “No your to young to join with us, its not like you do karate!” everyone giggled by the thought of that. “Oh really?” caroline showed everyone her medals for karate. She had proved them wrong. “Wow!” everyone shouted. “Now lets get to work!” Caroline shouted with a smile on her face. “Wait a minute.” One of the boys said. “Why would John just let us go? Wouldn’t he think that we would tell someone?” “We got to get out of here before he finds out we are here!” Another boy whispered. “To late!” It was John! The kids tried to run but he caught them all. Accept from Caroline that had seen him come out and right now was saving his stepfather. She explaned that they couldn’t tell anyone and had to save the kids. “John has made a big deal out of leaving this island.” Caroline whispered “dad?” caroline saw that Steve was like a statue. She heard him whisper under his breath, “Alice.” Caroline was confused, “what about mum. Whats wrong with her?” Steve stopped being like a statue and shouted with a horrified face, “ALICE! John said he is going to hurt her! He knows where she is! We need to save her!” Caroline understood and at once they both ran to the hospital. Steve ran to the counter. “Oh, hi Steve lovely day today, I am sorry about your divorce. Are you here for a app-“ “just be quiet! I have to see Alice! This is an emergency!” “I uh, well, um,” the women studdered. “Where is she!” Steve screamed. “Don’t shout! The lady whispered. Why are you here?” “It is an emergency please I need to see her!” “Ok, ok, calm down I saw a man walk out with her, he said his name was John Mclay, he was taking her out for a test or something, well, that’s what he said.” Steve and caroline had wide eyes. They ran out of the hospital. “What should we do?” Caroline cried. She had tears rolling down her cheek. Same with Steve. DING, DING, DONG. It was time for everyone in the island to go somewhere of the island. Caroline and Steve had been looking for hours asking every person they saw. No sign. Everyone left. Accept from John Alice and the kids. They were here somewhere hiding. “What if mum is dead and brother and sister and friends?” Caroline wheeped. Steve lifted her up onto his shoulders to comfort her. But not only he comforted her he made her smile the biggest smile. The kids and Alice were in an alley hiding. “Dad! I see mum and others!” whispered Caroline merrily. Steve had also seen. They ran to each other and kissed and hugged. But Alice was quick to think. “We must get out of here! John was going to put a sleeping pill in me and drown me in water!” everyone started to frown. “Look there is the last ferry over there, we should catch it to the meeting. We are allready late! But while we are going there we need an excuse.” Said Alice. They quickly hopped onto the boat. Just as it was going to leave Steve said “wait! We can’t come back to this island, we need to go somewhere else. Lets go get the carand bring it with us so we can go somewhere. Kids stay here. Jake you look after them Alice and I will get the car.” The two ran off and got into the car. Steve was starting it up and Alice had a horrified face. “Steve? Steve? STEVE?!” screamed Alice. “What?!” Said Steve rising his head. “The chilrdren! The ferry!” Screamed Alice getting out of the car. Steve quickly looked. The ferry was leaving with the children. “John was the ferry driver!” shouted Steve they ran to the water. Steve jumped in so he could get to them but they were allready near the end. Steve swam back. The two were shouting for help. The kids were to. John took them off the boat. He had a big metal thing that was black and a square shape. The sun was shining off it. Suddenly they both realised. It was a BOMB. Days later there was no sign of the kids or the townspeople. Steve and Alice collected all the keys for the cars just incase they needed someextra transport. Their were two keys for each car incase one was lost. They had made a raft and they floated to the other side when the water was calm and still. The sun gazed down on them. A car was parked on the other side. Steve opened the door and tried every key. Finally he found the right one. The car was a red Holden wit some brown mud on the bottom. Alice touched the car. “It has been here for a while the car is very hot.” The sun gazed down in the lovely blue lake. Alice and Steve got into the car. He turned it around and drove around the corner. Suddenly he stopped. The meeting house had blown up. There was black ashand the the lovely house with a bell on the front and swimming pool in the front turned into big ruins. The place was terrible. Suddenly they saw a note on a tree this is what it read: Dear Mom and Dad,we know That you would come for us so we sneaked this writing and stuck it to a wall. John said something about, a dungeon. We don’t have much time so we will just give you these sums. 715+2351920+2015+42114.7515.1419.

Want to read a juicy story and give me advice? I am just going to tell the whole story because I feel like **** and need advice. There is this guy I really like [lets call him joel], but it is so much more then just a high school crush. It's much deeper. He has black curly hair, tan skin, the deep melty brown eyes, is lead singer in a band, one of the best swimmers in the state, super romantic, and beyond sensitive. I have to say, all my life i have been a play toy kind of. Guys will ask me to date, we go on a date, we hook up, then he never calls back so i find someone else. This is kind of my pattern, so i tend to fear commitment and when a guy asks me out it doesnt feel 'real". This past wednesday, joel asked my out after school. It was really cute and on Friday we went on a date. We just talked, went to a movie, then cuddled. As i was leaning on his chest, I said "wow. your heart keeps beating faster?" then he said, "I guess you make my heart beat faster" then he kissed me, out first kiss. Then when i walked him to his car we kissed in the rain and said goodbye. Perfect love story right? Got to admit, I'm kind of a party girl and on Halloween i went to a huge party and got super drunk. There was this really hot guy that I always had a crush on hitting on me, dancing, and sliding his hands up my skirt. So he carried me to the other room and we started hooking up. I didnt think much of it cuz Joel and I had the date, kissed and i felt like it was over because that is what i was used too. Then i woke up in the morning and realized "****. I just cheated on my boyfriend on 3 days." Almost everybody saw and people at the party were talking about it majorally. I know they will tell people and Joel will find out. They asked if I had a boyfriend and I just said "Not really.. we are just kind of dating..." What do I do?!!!!! Should i tell him? But he is super sensitive and I dont want to ruin my chance at a real relationship... So the general agreement is confront him? don't wait until he finds out? Wow I see lots of slut comments. The funny thing is I am literally a virgin though, I have never had actual sex, just all the other bases. I'm still in HS.

I cheated. I am confused. What now? I am just going to tell the whole story because I feel like shit and need advice. There is this guy I really like [lets call him joel], but it is so much more then just a high school crush. It's much deeper. He has black curly hair, tan skin, the deep melty brown eyes, is lead singer in a band, one of the best swimmers in the state, super romantic, and beyond sensitive. I have to say, all my life i have been a play toy kind of. Guys will ask me to date, we go on a date, we hook up, then he never calls back so i find someone else. This is kind of my pattern, so i tend to fear commitment and when a guy asks me out it doesnt feel 'real". This past wednesday, joel asked my out after school. It was really cute and on Friday we went on a date. We just talked, went to a movie, then cuddled. As i was leaning on his chest, I said "wow. your heart keeps beating faster?" then he said, "I guess you make my heart beat faster" then he kissed me, out first kiss. Then when i walked him to his car we kissed in the rain and said goodbye. Perfect love story right? Got to admit, I'm kind of a party girl and on Halloween i went to a huge party and got super drunk. There was this really hot guy that I always had a crush on hitting on me, dancing, and sliding his hands up my skirt. So he carried me to the other room and we started hooking up. I didnt think much of it cuz Joel and I had the date, kissed and i felt like it was over because that is what i was used too. Then i woke up in the morning and realized "Shit. I just cheated on my boyfriend on 3 days." Almost everybody saw and people at the party were talking about it majorally. I know they will tell people and Joel will find out. They asked if I had a boyfriend and I just said "Not really.. we are just kind of dating..." What do I do?!!!!! Should i tell him? But he is super sensitive and I dont want to ruin my chance at a real relationship... Christina, that is very very true and makes sense. You seem knowledge able, do you think I should tell him tomorrow or see if he finds out and when he does tell him how i feel about relationships and why i act like i do? Christina, that is very very true and makes sense. You seem knowledge able, do you think I should tell him tomorrow or see if he finds out and when he does tell him how i feel about relationships and why i act like i do?

Please help me. I don't know what to do. ? I am completely surprised at myself. Let me start from the beginning. Until the beginning of this summer, I was always the one of my friends who didn't drink. And I have valid reasons for that: my father is an alcoholic. So I've always tried to be cautious. Half of my friends are into the whole "partying" scene (I'm a senior in high school.) However, these are the group of friends who I can't really trust. Don't get me wrong, there are a few in that group who I know are trustworthy, but most of them just don't care. One in particular I have been "best friends" with since freshman year. Let's just say her name is Valerie. She understands me, we think exactly the same. That's the extent of it, though. She proves to me time and time again that I can not trust her, she tells my secrets and talks behind my back. She is a gossip. But I keep telling myself that's just her, and I should accept her how she is. Now let me just say that I became a Christian in the ninth grade. I believe in Jesus with my whole heart. And that is the main reason that I feel guilty about my 'rebellious' summer. The other half of my friends are what most of the school would call "goodie-two-shoes" but I would call the best support system I have ever had and the best friends a girl could ask for. There is one other HUGE other factor of why I'm feeling guilty, though, and that is why I am asking this question. Okay, so I am an emotional person when I'm not under the influence, although I might not show it on the surface. When I am drunk, however, I have found that I grab the closest person to me and spill my whole heart out. This is bad, I know. Let me start getting to the point. I had "had a crush" on one of my friends since friends since freshman year. Let's call him Mark. And he never noticed me until this summer. It was after I had started getting into everything, (drinking-wise) and he told me he liked me too, so we started "going out." We said from the get-go, though, that it would be nothing serious. We "went out" for a grand total of nine days, and we saw each other for about three hours within that time period. However, on the seventh night, I did something that was totally unexpected. About four days into the relationship, I was beginning to realize maybe I liked just being friends with Mark, afterall. The first thing he said to me when we started going out was "I liked your hair longer better." I was like gee, thanks. But that is besides the point. Don't get me wrong, he is one of the most genuine people I have ever met. I was just, when I kissed him, there were no fireworks like I was expecting. It felt like he was just going out with me because he wanted a girlfriend. One of my friends even said he told her how much he wanted "a girlfriend." Not me. A GIRLFRIEND. I sort of felt like a toy or a label. I felt no physical or emotional connection. I knew I had to break up with him; I just didn't know the right words to say! I was scared I would hurt him a lot! But that doesn't matter. I stole his first kiss, and then I did something that would change everything and hurt him even more. On that seventh night, I went out with a couple of my friends to a party at one of our friends' house; let's just call this friend Adam. I went to the party that night trying to escape from all of my problems. Thinking they would disappear somehow. Thinking I would know the right things to say to end it with Mark. Nope, I just made everything worse. The last thing I remember is sitting outside with one of my best friends and her boyfriend. We were all drinking, had been most of the night, a lot. My sister was at the party, too, and she told me she would "never touch a cigarrette again," but she was smoking that night. I was trying to convey to them how disappointed I was in her. The next thing I know, it's morning, and a few of us, including Adam and my sister, were all scrunched in one bed together. I woke up with this awful, sickening feeling in my stomach, like I knew I had done something bad, but I didn't know what. I looked at Adam, and all of a sudden I remembered a little bit. Adam and I had "hooked up" that night. It felt so unreal, but deep down somehow I knew it WAS real. This is NOT an excuse, but when I looked back on it, and now too, it's like I made the worst mistake of my life in a movie I only saw thirty seconds of, or a dream I couldn't control. Honestly, I don't remember making any desicions that night. Apparently I had thrown up a lot that night, too, but I don't even remember that. I KNOW I wouldn't have done it if I was sober, and THAT'S not an excuse either. Alcohol is so bad. But no matter if I remember it or not, I did it. And I broke up with Mark two mornings after, not telling him about Adam, just explaining to him why I was going to break up with him in the first place; the whole "I feel like a label and don't feel fireworks" thing. He didn't understand, though, but accepted that I just wasn't "feeling it." I have f aaaaaaaaaaaaaa felt worse in these past few weeks than I ever have in my life, seriously. I made a BIG mistake that effects not just me but someone else. I have had suicidal thoughts.... not BIG ones but they are still running though my mind. It might not seem like a big deal to you, but honestly I feel AWFUL. I never in a million years thought I would be the type of girl to do that. The only thing that keeps me going is God, and the few good friends that I have trusted enough to tell all this to. Remember Valerie? Guess what? I didn't trust her enough to tell her this; she would tell someone, I just KNEW it. The thing is, she is somewhat friends with Mark. I could understand if she would not want to be friends with me after this. I don't even want to be friends with me after this. A few years ago she was REALLY good friends with him; but she said something behind his back, and they stopped being friends. Recently though they have been hanging out more. But Valerie is close with people who are close with Mark. This is a lot of information, I know, but bear with me. So I have literally been giving myself hell for this... I even resorted to cutting myself, but it didn't work, and honestly I don't understand why it's supposed to help. I have been talking to God, and I understand that He forgives me. My mom has even noticed a difference in my behavior, apparently I'm more quiet and depressed than usual. I just feel so guilty, but I'm working on it. But here it is: Valerie found out about it. Doesn't matter how, but she did. And she called me and left me a voicemail, which I got in the morning before school one day last week. It said "You'd better watch out, you probably have STD's. Adam had three hookers in Singapore." And that was it. Well, to say the least, I had literally I mental breakdown on my bathroom floor. I was already giving myself SUCH a hard time about it. A hard time doesn't even COVER it. And here SHE was, not even knowing the whole story, making me feel even worse about myself. What did she know? Maybe I WAS worried about STD'S. What kind of friend SAYS that? I could understand if she called and said, " I know what happened, can you please explain?" I went to my friend Sara's that morning, needing someone. I explained everything (She is my BEST friend, but I hadn't told her until then. But I was planning to tell her soon.) But then THIS happened, and I just completely broke down. She said she didn't think any less of me. SHE out of everyone knows the true me and she knows I feel horrible and she said she forgave me. Why can't there be more people like her in the world? We are supposed to forgive! At first, Valerie yelled across the hallway to me that day "Either YOU will tell him or I will tell him." This isn't even ABOUT her, and she's making it like it is! Just know I was planning on telling him, but not this soon. I just want things to cool down first. But it's not HER place to give me an ultimatum like that, don't you agree? Especially when she is not a good friend at all herself. Recently Sara talked to Valerie, and Sara talked a little sense into her, and Valerie said she wasn't going to tell anyone, even Mark. But she did. Valerie hasn't asked ME about it, but she told some of Mark's FRIENDS about it. She is making it out to be like I don't feel bad at all about it, and I'm such a bad person, when it's exactly the opposite case! I don't know what to do! I know Mark has the right to know. Can I maybe get advice from someone who was in a similar situation? Or a Christian perspective? Or just someone who thinks they know what I should do?

Can anyone find a quote in this story? THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. April, for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron’s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn’t think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn’t think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains. George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel’s cheeks, but she’d forgotten for the moment what they were about. On the television screen were ballerinas. A buzzer sounded in George’s head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm. “That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did,” said Hazel. “Huh?” said George. “That dance – it was nice,” said Hazel. “Yup,” said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren’t really very good – no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn’t be handicapped. But he didn’t get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts. George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas. Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself she had to ask George what the latest sound had been. “Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer,” said George. “I’d think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different sounds,” said Hazel, a little envious. “All the things they think up.” “Um,” said George. “Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?” said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers. “If I was Diana Moon Glampers,” said Hazel, “I’d have chimes on Sunday – just chimes. Kind of in honor of religion.” “I could think, if it was just chimes,” said George. “Well – maybe make ‘em real loud,” said Hazel. “I think I’d make a good Handicapper General.” “Good as anybody else,” said George. “Who knows better’n I do what normal is?” said Hazel. “Right,” said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that. “Boy!” said Hazel, “that was a doozy, wasn’t it?” It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling and tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples. “All of a sudden you look so tired,” said Hazel. “Why don’t you stretch out on the sofa, so’s you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch.” She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in canvas bag, which was padlocked around George’s neck. “Go on and rest the bag for a little while,” she said. “I don’t care if you’re not equal to me for a while.” George weighed the bag with his hands. “I don’t mind it,” he said. “I don’t notice it any more. It’s just a part of me. “You been so tired lately – kind of wore out,” said Hazel. “If there was just some way we could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag, and just take out a few of them lead balls. Just a few.” “Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I took out,” said George. “I don’t call that a bargain.” “If you could just take a few out when you came home from work,” said Hazel. “I mean – you don’t compete with anybody around here. You just set around.” “If I tried to get away with it,” said George, “then other people’d get away with it and pretty soon we’d be right back to the dark ages again, with everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn’t like that, would you?” “I’d hate it,” said Hazel. “There you are,” said George. “The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think happens to society?” If Hazel hadn’t been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn’t have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head. “Reckon it’d fall all apart,” said Hazel. “What would?” said George blankly. “Society,” said Hazel uncertainly. “Wasn’t that what you just said?” “Who knows?” said George. The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn’t clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say, “Ladies and gentlemen – ” He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read. “That’s all right –” Hazel said of the announcer, “he tried. That’s the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard.” “Ladies and gentlemen” said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous. And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred-pound men. And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. “Excuse me – ” she said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive. “Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen,” she said in a grackle squawk, “has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government. He is a genius and an athlete, is under–handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous.” A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the screen – upside down, then sideways, upside down again, then right side up. The picture showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet tall. The rest of Harrison’s appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever worn heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H–G men could think them up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides. Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds. And to offset his good looks, the H–G men required that he wear at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his even white teeth with black caps at snaggle–tooth random. “If you see this boy,” said the ballerina, “do not – I repeat, do not – try to reason with him.” There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges. Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as though dancing to the tune of an earthquake. George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have – for many was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune. “My God –” said George, “that must be Harrison!” The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile collision in his head. When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen. Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood in the center of the studio. The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on their knees before him, expecting to die. “I am the Emperor!” cried Harrison. “Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!” He stamped his foot and the studio shook. “Even as I stand here –” he bellowed, “crippled, hobbled, sickened – I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!” Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds. Harrison’s scrap–iron handicaps crashed to the floor. Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall. He flung away his rubber–ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder. “I shall now select my Empress!” he said, looking down on the cowering people. “Let the first woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!” A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow. Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy. Last of all, he removed her mask. She was blindingly beautiful. “Now” said Harrison, taking her hand, “shall we show the people the meaning of the word dance? Music!” he commanded. The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their handicaps, too. “Play your best,” he told them, “and I’ll make you barons and dukes and earls.” The music began. It was normal at first – cheap, silly, false. But Harrison snatched two musicians from their chairs, waved them like batons as he sang the music as he wanted it played. He slammed them back into their chairs. The music began again and was much improved. Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music for a while – listened gravely, as though synchronizing their heartbeats with it. They shifted their weights to their toes. Harrison placed his big hands on the girl’s tiny waist, letting her sense the weightlessness that would soon be hers. And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang! Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of motion as well. They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled, and spun. They leaped like deer on the moon. The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought the dancers nearer to it. It became their obvious intention to kiss the ceiling. They kissed it. And then, neutralizing gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time. It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor. Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on. It was then that the Bergerons’ television tube burned out. Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer. George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. “You been crying?” he said to Hazel. “Yup,” she said, “What about?” he said. “I forget,” she said. “Something real sad on television.” “What was it?” he said. “It’s all kind of mixed up in my mind,” said Hazel. “Forget sad things,” said George. “I always do,” said Hazel. “That’s my girl,” said George. He winced. There was the sound of a riveting gun in his head. “Gee – I could tell that one was a doozy,” said Hazel. “You can say that again,” said George. “Gee –” said Hazel, “I could tell that one was a doozy.” just skim through probably read the 4 paragrahs

20 Reasons she'll cheat on you! Saw this in Maxim magazine. Is there any truth to this? 1. Because she hasn’t sown her wild oats. Congratulations for catching her back when she was in her virginal bliss. But now she’s wondering what she missed, so she wants to test her motor oil—with someone else’s dipstick. 2. Because you don’t listen. While you yawn and glaze over as she yaps on about her day, that guy she met at the gym is laughing at her puns, paying rapt attention to her work skirmishes and mother issues, and remembering her birthday. 3. Because her best friend is a cheating tramp. It’s hard to stay on the sidelines when your best pal is playing the field. And chances are, the bit her buddy is getting on the side has a handsome friend who’d love to meet your honey. 4. Because you treat her like your little sister. Mussing her hair as if she’s 10 years old and calling her Shorty doesn’t help her feel like the live-action Jessica Rabbit she yearns to be. Yeah, it’s great the two of you get along like Jerry and Elaine on Seinfeld. But if you don’t stroke her hair, hold her hand, and make her feel some passion, she’s going to look elsewhere for validation of her sensuality. 5. Because you treat her like a sex toy. On the other hand, if all she thinks you want her for is her body, she’s going to look elsewhere for confirmation that her thoughts on the crisis in East Timor really matter, even if she’s espousing them with her ankles around her ears. 6. Because your favorite couple just split up. The great pair you always double with to ball games and the movies just moved to Splitsville. Now your squeeze is enviously watching her fellow female flex her sexual freedom—and is getting ideas that involve more than routine shagging with you. 7. Because she’s upset about turning 25 (or 30 or 35). And she wants to recapture her wild-child past by coming on to guys like it’s homecoming weekend at the frat house once again. (It may seem cool when she comes home with a keg tapper, but be afraid—be very afraid.) Birthdays can be stressful events, and she may feel it’s time to reevaluate her relationships. 8. Because that new guy at work is so attentive. You can’t know the daily traumas she faces at work, and you can’t bat around the corporate jargon she speaks from nine to whenever. But that guy at the office, the one she has a flirty friendship with, understands exactly where she’s coming from. No wonder she’s been working late. 9. Because she’s depressed. You’ve tried everything to lift her spirits—to no avail. Kudos to you, but she may just try to pick herself up by getting herself picked up. Which won’t be hard. Women with low self-esteem are magnets for men: We come across as vulnerable. Read: easy. 10. Because she wants you to make a commitment. She wants to leap over a relationship hurdle (shacking up, getting an engagement rock), and you’ve been dragging your feet for so long that all she can smell is burned Nike rubber. So she’s straddling her tennis coach so you’ll stop straddling the fence. 11. Because she’s got unfinished business with her ex. And he’s recently started cropping up in a “we’re just friends…we’re just having lunch” type of way. Translation: “We’re way more than friends…we’re having each other for lunch.” If she never really put closure on her last relationship, there’s always a chance she’ll sneak back to resolve things once (or twice) and for all. 12. Because you’re just too damned cocky. You think you’re the greatest thing since seedless watermelon, and as far as you’re concerned, she’s lucky to have you! Well, while you’re busy convincing her that the Dunkin’ Donuts cashier has a crush on you, she’s found a sure way to bring your ego down a notch. 13. Because she wants to live in the land of grownups. You’re charming and funny in a frat-boy way, still wearing flannel shirts and eating Crunchberries out of the box. Great, but she’s ready to evolve and wants to find some guy named Blaine or Jean-Luc who understands her need for a $65 dish drainer from the MoMA bookstore. 14. Because you’ve stopped trying in bed. But in her slightly repressed little heart, she fears asking you for something new, because it implies she hasn’t been enjoying your basic boinking thus far. Her rationale: Better to go wild with a random sex-machine boy and help you keep your self-respect. 15. Because you had a huge row. After a blowout battle, she concludes, much like Ross on Friends, that you two are on a “break” and it’s legal for her to drink a lake of liquor and give blow jobs to a local intramural basketball team, who, she’s pleased to discover, appreciate her much more than you do. 16. Because she’s bored and wants to try a new flavor. Look, women like variety, too. No, you can’t be a soap star/lumberjack/New Age author all in one, but you can say yes when, out of the blue, she asks you to accompany her rock climbing or day trading, or to a yoga class. 17. Because she wants to have it out with you. You’ve had exasperating arguments about the same topic—money, kids, the hairball you won’t clean out of the drain—for so long that now she wants to passive-aggressively pick a real fight. And what better way to piss you off than to play weigh-my-package with the UPS guy? 18. Because she wants out. Deep down inside she wants to call it quits, but she doesn’t have the babe-balls to give you the ax. Cheating on you is a way of breaking up without her having to do the heavy lifting. She just wants to hear the slamming door while she’s doing it doggy style with the delivery boy. 19. Because you flirt with everything that walks. You’ve ogled so many other babes’ hot pants and tube tops that she feels as if her body is second-team, so she’s going to seek out a self-esteem-bolstering sex buddy who swears she’s his first-string fantasy girl. 20. Because you pay her too much attention. No, you can’t win. You bring her flowers, you write her notes, you listen intently to even the most agonizing retelling of last night’s Lifetime movie. Then you come home one day to find the gardener showing her how he likes to use a hoe. What happened?

I'm in a relationship with a lovely girl but she will not accept my kids from my previous marriage,what to do? I am engaged to a beautiful woman that I love very much. She is kind, loving and will do anything for me, as I would for her. We have just recently moved in together to see how we get on before we go down the actual 'getting married' road. Ultimately thats what I think we both want. However, I have three children from a previous marraige and they stay with us every second weekend and for half the holidays. (Previously to moving in together the boys and I had our own smaller accomodation at the weekends, but I mainly stayed at hers while we courted). During this time she (My fiance) makes/made herself scarce to allow me and the boys to have quality time together. But, I have always wanted her to be with us, but she chooses to stay away for what seems to be a multitude of reasons. These range from "You need quality time" to "I dont want to be seen as their mother or matriachal type person in their life". She (And I hate calling her 'she') also takes lots of overtime when the kids are going to be around so that she doesnt have to see them either. We already work her weekends on (at her job) to when the children are staying so that she doesnt have to spend time with them. To me its obvious that she doesnt like them and from the comments she makes etc. and I dont know what to do about it anymore. My children come first, I miss them and I love them dearly. I try to be the best Dad I can possibly be and I fought a long court battle to get access. I also bend and very often yield to their Mothers whim's of changing things, much to the disgust and pain of my fiance, just to keep a quiet life. My fiance didnt go through the court case with me, but says she understands why I did it. But its making life terribly difficult and I feel like I am walking on eggshells around her. The kids are 12, 11 and 10 (All boys) and they dont really seem to see the fact that she avoids them like the plague and she particularly has it in for my youngest basically because he is the most affectionate with me and with her. For example she came home last night late and the youngest boy nipped out of his bed to give her a hug and she just growled at him "Get back to bed" nothing else... I dealt with that ok by telling him that it was very late but to me it was still not fair on him and she hadnt seen him for two weeks so there was no real reason why she couldnt have just 'been nice' and then sent him to bed. The derogatory comments this morning were because he should knock and wait at our door before entering (Thats only a new rule since we moved in together a week ago that he's just been told about) and he didnt, then he should be chastised in some way. Which is not going to happen as far as I am concerned. To be fair on her, I suggested that we all sit round the table and make up rules for the house. But because she insists on avoiding them we cannot do this. She does not want them to eat her food as she takes packed lunches to work and it might be 'what she has a whim for that day' and wants them all to be on their best behaviour at all times (Ok maybe thats fair!). Now thats all well and good, but they are very young boys and lapses will happen. I couldnt get over the comment about them not eating her food, especially when I consider the fact that since I pay half of everything its actually 'our food'! Obviously, again, I do buy more stuff and pay for it when the boys stay as they are my responsibility and not hers. But to say they can eat this and not that gets a bit ridiculous in a family home. I dont know what to do, as I do love her and I would very much like to spend the rest of my life with her. There really are very little hassles when the kids are not there. We seem to 'click' on all sorts of levels, but the children are putting a huge strain on me (and her obviously!) to the point where I feel I may have to choose and there will be only one winner and its not going to be her and the biggest loser out of the whole situation will be me and the fallout when the children ask what happened to her. Is there anyone who has been in a similar situation, both from a male and a female perspective? Have you got children and met someone that just cannot tolerate them but has learned to live with them? Does she (My fiance) need some kind of professional help to deal with this or do I need help to deal with this? Am I getting it wrong by trying to have a relationship when the children are so young? Just a quick final note, my circumstances are that I moved a large distance to be closer to the kids, I have always intended to move away as soon as the children can travel safely by themselves. I dont know when that will be. My previous house, where the kids came to stay with me, had three bedrooms in which the boys had one which was full of their toys, posters etc, one room was nuetral but the oldest boy had it as his room and the final room was my bedroom. In the