Open Question: !920s Diologe story!?

Your assignment is to write a dialog (conversation) between two people living in the 1920s. 1.Choose any topic addressed so far in Module Eight: ◦Harlem Renaissance ◦Modernism ◦Disillusionment after WWI ◦Flappers. 2.Write a dialogue discussing the topic you have chosen. You must use at least 10 slang phrases, words, or expressions from the 1920s. 3.Be creative! Before submitting, make sure your dialogue makes sense (have a point) and is not composed only of expressions. All Wet - describes an erroneous idea or individual, as in, "he's all wet." And How - I strongly agree! Applesauce- an expletive same as horsefeathers, As in "Ah applesauce!" Attaboy - well done!; also Attagirl! Bank's Closed - no kissing or making out - i.e. - "Sorry, Mac, the bank's closed." Bearcat - a hot-blooded or fiery girl Beat it - scam or get lost Beat one's gums - idle chatter Bee's Knees - An extraordinary person, thing, idea; the ultimate Beef - a complaint or to complain Carry a Torch - To have a crush on someone Cash - a kiss Cash or check? - Do you kiss now or later? Cat's Meow - Something splendid or stylish; similar to bee's knees; The best or greatest, wonderful. Cat's Pajamas - Same as cat's meow Chassis - the female body Daddy- a young woman's boyfriend or lover, especially if he's rich. Daddy-o- a term of address Dame- a female. Did not gain widespread use until the 1930's. Darb - a great person or thing. "That movie was darb." Dewdropper - a young man who sleeps all day and doesn't have a job Don't know from nothing - doesn't have any information Don't take any wooden nickels - don't do anything stupid. Doublecross - to cheat, stab in the back. Earful - enough Edge - intoxication, a buzz. i.e. "I've got an edge." Egg - a person who lives the big life Fire extinguisher:a chaperone Fish - (1) a college freshman (2) a first timer in prison Flat tire - a bore Flivver - a Model T; after 1928, also could mean any broken down car. Floorflusher - an insatiable dancer Flour lover - a girl with too much face powder Fly boy - a glamorous term for an aviator For crying out loud! - same usage as today Four-flusher - a person who feigns wealth while mooching off others Get a wiggle on - get a move on, get going Get in a lather - get worked up, angry Giggle water - booze Gigolo - dancing partner Gimp - cripple; one who walks with a limp. Gin mill - a seller of hard liquor; a cheap speakeasy Glad rags - "going out on the town" clothes Go chase yourself - get lost, scram. Gold-digger (1925) - a woman who pursues men for their money. Hayburner - (1) a gas guzzling car (2) a horse one loses money on Heavy sugar (1929) - a lot of money Heebie-jeebies (1926) - "the shakes," named after a hit song. Heeler - a poor dancer High hat - a snob. Hip to the jive - cool, trendy Hit on all sixes - to perform 100 per cent Joe - coffee Joe Brooks - a perfectly dressed person; student. John - a toilet Joint - establishment Juice joint - a speakeasy Kale - money Keen - appealing Killjoy - a solemn person Know one's onions - to know one's business or what one is talking about Line - a false story, as in "to feed one a line." Live wire - a lively person Lollapalooza - a humdinger Lollygagger - an idle person Mind your potatoes - mind your own business. Mooch - to leave Moonshine - homemade whiskey Mop - a handkerchief Neck: to kiss passionately Necker - a girl who wraps her arms around her boyfriend's neck. Nifty - great, excellent Noodle juice - tea Pipe down - stop talking Prom-trotter - a student who attends all school social functions Pos-i-lute-ly - affirmative, also "pos-i-tive-ly" Punch the bag - small talk Rag-a-muffin - a dirty or disheveled individual Rain pitchforks - a downpour Razz - to make fun of Real McCoy - a genuine item Regular - normal, typical, average; "Regular fella." Sheba - one's girlfriend Sheik - one's boyfriend Shiv - a knife Simolean - a dollar Sinker - a doughnut I need this A.S.A.P.1920s Diologe Story! more

Resolved Question: what does a guy want for valentine's day?what do you want from your girlfriend?

i was thinking of getting him a car cd player cause his got stolen...and i'll just wrap it in a cute way.. then make a collage of us... what would you want from your gf? more

Resolved Question: How good does this sound for a 13 year-old girl's writing?

Im only 13, so yeah i understand there's going to be some things wrong with it. Seconds passed. Minutes went by. Hours melted away, and days went by seeming like years. I sat all alone in a corner. My legs were pulled to close to me, arms wrapped around them. I was daydreaming of my parents, my childhood memories. Tears flowed down my rosy colored cheeks. My parents are gone, forever, never coming back. Last night, they came in my room, looked into my eyes smiling, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and told me sweet dreams. I answered back to them smiling, “You to guys. Oh, and mommy, daddy, I love you.” Mom responded”We love you too honey, now get some rest.” And with that, I fell right to sleep. The next morning came. I woke up with my phone ringing, singing the song, “Your love is my drug by Kesha” I stretched my arms in front of me and looked at the phone to see who was calling me. It was an unknown name. I answered it any way, “Hello.” I spoke into the phone. “Hi this is Dr. Perez from the East Los Angeles Doctors Hospital” I was confused by this point. “Okay,” I responded. “Is this Lizie Holland’s, the daughter or Mrs. And Mr. Holland’s?” Dr. Perez spoke. I asked, “Yeah, why?” “Something happened to your parents, we need to come down as soon as possible.” He said. “I’ll be on way.” I spoke in a rush and hung up caring about nothing else besides getting over there. I thrown some clothes on, I didn’t care if it matched or not. I slid my old pair of sneakers on without socks on. I grabbed my keys off the nightstand, and ran down stairs. When I made it to the door, I slung the door open and went out it, then locked as fast as I could. The gravels were crunching under my feet as I made it to my charcoal Porsche Carrera GT. I opened the door, slid in the car, and shut it. I put my key into the ignition and twisted it right, and then I heard the roaring sound of the car. I put it in reverse, and pushed the gas pedal down making gravels fly everywhere, and then turned around the corner onto the street. When I was faced to where I wanted to go, I put it in drive, and once again, pushed the pedal to the floor. Then the screeched sound of the tire against the concrete appeared in the atmosphere. more

Resolved Question: How good do you think this sounds, but im not done with it.?

Seconds passed. Minutes went by. Hours melted away, and days went by seeming like years. I sat all alone in a corner. My legs were pulled to close to me, arms wrapped around them. I was daydreaming of my parents, my childhood memories. Tears flowed down my rosy colored cheeks. My parents are gone, forever, never coming back. Last night, they came in my room, looked into my eyes smiling, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and told me sweet dreams. I answered back to them smiling, “You to guys. Oh, and mommy, daddy, I love you.” Mom responded,”We love you too honey, now get some rest.” And with that, I feel right to sleep. The next morning came. I woke up with my phone ringing, singing the song, “Your love is my drug by Kesha” I stretched my arms in front of me and looked at the phone to see who was calling me. It was an unknown name. I answered it any way, “Hello.” I spoke into the phone. “Hey this is Dr. Perez from the East Los Angeles Doctors Hospital” I was confused by this point. “Okay,” I responded. “Is this Lizie Holland’s, the daughter or Mrs. And Mr. Holland’s?” Dr. Perez spoke. I asked, “Yeah, why?” “Your parents got in a bad car wreck. There having surgery, we don’t know If they’re going to make it or not” He said, sounding like he really didn’t care. more

Resolved Question: Would you like Stephanie McMahon as RAW GM? + SPW Nitro Results Part 1?

Match 1- One Man Legacy vs. Justin Justin was looking confident after his win last week, and was looking for another win tonight. As the two men shook hands, the GM came out and said this, “Justin, I have already seen you beat OML, you have proved you can, but who I havent seen you beat, Straight Edge Punk. So OML get out of the ring, SEP it taking ur place.” SEP comes to the ring, and him and Justin lock up. Justin has a slight advantage and forces him back into the corner. Justin punched him in the head twice then sent him off the ropes and hit a power slam. SEP slid out of the ring. SEP was trying to catch his breath when Justin go tout of the ring and chased him around the ring. SEP ran up the ramp and Justin followed. The ref got to ten and rang the bell for a double count out. The camera goes to Justin who is still chasing SE. He chased him all the way out to the parking lot, where SEP got in a car and drove away, leaving Justin staring. Match 2- No holds barred Match Amie vs. Edgehead The match began, but right before anything could Happen, Kristen ran to the ring and hit Amie with a………………. shovel! The crowd couldn’t believe it! Edgehead pinned Amie for a quick win thx to Kristen. Winner: Edgehead Psycho Dude 99 in ring Boy oh boy does this match card look swell. There are several interesting highlights of the night. We have Justin in a match, that's always hillarious to watch. We have what is sure to be a hell of a No Holds Bared match. Any time you put 2 women together with the words No Holds Bared you are in for something exciting. And to wrap it all off we have a casket match to finish off the night. Well that is a hell of a match card so I figure when you heard that your truly would have a nice in ring segment you didn't think it would be anything special am I right? Damn straigh I'm right. i'm righti n assuming that for 1 reason and that reason is actually my big annoncement. Tonight I come here to shock the world by announcing that I have supernatural powers. That's right it's true. I am psychic! Don't belive me. I'll proove it. (exits ring and goes by fans). You (goes by a chubby 30 year old woman), I see you gaining something in the near future. Oh yes, I see 20 pounds! (goes by a 24 year old man): Oh I see great lonlieness and no women around you other than your mother for as long as you shall live. Aren't I amazing! Not buying it? How bout this. I will predict the future of everyone in row 216. I see no success once so ever for every single one of you for the rest of your lives! (enters ring) You see. I am facinating. I can predict the future and right now it is time for me to make my biggest prediction yet. The easiest as well. A prediction all of you can make. I predict that come Slamboree I will kick the scrawny little @ss of E-fed Kid, claim my Pure title, and experience yet again great success on wherever I shall be. Slamboree I shall take on that little kid and I will do what I have done to several others that have stepped their abnormally large body parts in my way and path of becoming the Pure Champion. I will kick his @ss. Come slamboree mu prophocy will finally be fufilled. I will have held a title on every major fed I have been on. YWWA, YWSE and now finally SPW. My legacy shall be complete. E-fed kid, When you face me, when I face you. when you lose to me, and I beat you (catchphrase). You will truly know why you are the luckiest kid alive to actually be in that ring with me in a ppv match, and why your 15 minutes of fame will only be 15 seconds. Because the moment that bell rings, you might as well open up your hand and let the dreams you have of becoming the Pure Champion fly away. Slamboree will be my night and I'll be damned if you take 1 spec of the spotlight off of me and onto your unworthy self. Be prepared kid, cause you have never faced anyone like me. Believe the Psycho Dude. more

Resolved Question: I have no idea what to think about any of this??!!?

In May of 2009, I met this guy through marching band. We’ll call him John. John was a sophomore about to graduate, and I was an 8th grader about to graduate. So now I’m a freshman in high school and he’s a junior. John and I are not your typical band kids I guess… We’d probably make a lot more sense if he was a basketball player and I was a cheerleader. That’s just the kind of people we are. I was interested in John right from the start… He wanted to be a pilot when he grew up because he loved to explore and put himself out there, he had this aura about him that made everyone happy and comfortable and want to have a good time around him, he had a car and was always asking me if I needed a ride home from marching practice because we were neighbors. He didn’t care that I was 2 years younger than him, he just appreciated who I was. We were instant friends. I ended up being friends with most of the cooler band kids who were for the most part juniors… Whenever we took bus rides to competitions, I’d sit with all of them. And then I’d usually sit by John. On one bus ride, we were leaving a competition at about 12 am. I was sitting next to him. Whenever I was tired, John always let me sleep on his shoulder. On this bus ride, he gave me a back massage and afterward he held my 2 hands in his for the whole 3 hours. I thought something must be going on. He’s a really popular guy and could get most any girl he wanted… Nothing like this has been happening between us since then which was about mid October. He still gives me rides to places and sometimes he hangs out with me, and he even got me away from my winter formal date so we could dance for a song. But nothing else. Last night, I was texting him and told him I was going to sneak out and go on a walk at 11:30 at night because I couldn’t sleep. Take note that it was about 15 degrees outside.. After a while, he told me he was coming out to walk with me. When we finally met up after I had been walking for about an hour, he walked me over through our local park to our high school soccer fields where we sat down together on the bleachers. He held my hands again just like last time and gave me his gloves because I couldn’t feel my hands from the cold. He wrapped his arms around me and told me he didn’t want me to be cold. From his embrace I could feel him shivering, but he refused to take those gloves back. We stayed like that just talking for about half an hour, during which he would periodically ask me, “Are your toes cold?”, “Is your nose cold?”, “Are your fingers cold?”, “Is your other leg cold?” Any time I said yes, he’d move to warm that part of me up. And finally, he asked, “…. Are your lips cold?” When I told him they were, he gave me my very first kiss. It wasn’t really what I expected from him… It was a full out make out kiss, open mouthed, tongue, and everything. After a few minutes, he said we should go up higher in the bleachers where this platform was that we could lay down on and be more comfortable on. I laid down and he laid right by me and kissed me for a good half hour, if not more. Finally, his dad called him looking for him so we walked back together, holding hands. At the corner where I would turn left and he would turn right, he took me one last time and kissed me just like before but for only a few seconds, told he goodnight and to sleep well, and left. Today has been sort of confusing for me. I don’t know what any of this has meant. I don’t know if he really has feelings for me or just feels attracted to me. I don’t even know if any of what I am thinking is important at all. I’m not really asking much of a question here, I just want to put my story out somewhere because he told me not to tell anyone, not even my very best friend… Thanks to whoever actually reads all of this. more

Resolved Question: For all readers. What do you think of my writing?

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.” “I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?” “Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.” After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks. I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish. I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker. “Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?” “Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.” I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet. “I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.” “I love you to Mom,” I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more. “ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.” “ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.” “It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.” She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead. I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me. We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them. more

Resolved Question: For all teenagers. What do you think of my writing?

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.” “I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?” “Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.” After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks. I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish. I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker. “Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?” “Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.” I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet. “I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.” “I love you to Mom,” I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more. “ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.” “ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.” “It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.” She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead. I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me. We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my writing?

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.” “I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?” “Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.” After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks. I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish. I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker. “Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?” “Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.” I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet. “I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.” “I love you to Mom,” I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more. “ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.” “ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.” “It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.” She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead. I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me. We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them. more

Voting Question: Does this story make you feel sad or teary?

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.” “I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?” “Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.” After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks. I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish. I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker. “Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?” “Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.” I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet. “I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.” “I love you to Mom,” I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more. “ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.” “ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.” “It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.” She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead. I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me. We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them. more

Voting Question: For everyone. What do you think of my story?

I sat at the chair with a small mug of coffee at my hands. I was not expecting anyone to call at such a late time, but all of a sudden, interrupting the hum of TV, the phone rang. I got to my feet and replied. A shrill voice replied. “Hello, can I speak to Mr. McCain.” “I’m Mr. McCain, how can I help you?” “Your mother is dying,” she said, sighing. “She wants to see you.” After giving me the address, I hurried to my room and got dressed. I was unlocking the door and getting ready to leave when my reflection in the golden mirror at the wall caught my attention. I peered at my pale, long face. I have not shaved for two weeks and the hair was growing taller among the zits at my cheeks. I knew Mom was ill with cancer, but I have not seen her for five months and she would be angry with me before she dies. I thought of returning, but I could not. Before he died three years ago, Dad told me to be beside Mom when she is leaving; I was just fulfilling his wish. I took my car to the hospital. It took me sometime before I reached Mom’s room. She was lying on a white, iron bed with glucose bags hanging from the ceiling beside her. Her hairless head was wrapped in a white towel and the veins at her slender hands were getting thicker. “Mom,” I said, approaching her bed. “Can you hear me?” “Jim,” she coughed and raised her head to the ceiling. I ran at her and after offering her a cup of water, she smiled and said, “I’m just fine, they told you I was dying.” I lowered my eyes and wrapped her hand between my long fingers. “I came because I haven’t seen you for a long time; I really missed you.” I kissed her hand and patted it as I placed it back on the white sheet. “I want to tell you something,” she said, “I love you Jim.” “I love you to Mom,” I looked towards the window for a moment. Did I truly love her? I could not find an answer or may be I was afraid to find one. Throughout my life, Mom had been nothing but a blurry figure of a workaholic woman with beautiful green eyes, nothing less, nothing more. “ Mom,” I said, “ I’m sorry if I hurt you one day.” “ me to darling,” she ran her warm hand over my cheek. “ I was never there for you; I guess that I’ll spend sometime in hell for that.” “It’s ok. I’m beside you, now.” She closed her eyes, breathed in and her chest collapsed. She was dead. I told no one. I walked out of her room with my hand placed at my cheek where she placed her hand some minutes ago. I loved her and I never knew it. She was gone and I realized how important she had been for me. We usually spend our lives forgetting the ones that really matter and after they die, we begin to wish for things that never happened. We begin to wish that we have spent much time with them; we wish that we hugged them; and we wish that we‘d told them how much we loved them. more

Resolved Question: Critique my writing, please?

Hey there. I'm 14 and I've written practically all my life. I usually use my friends to critique my stuff, but lately, they haven't been so interested in it... I'm not going to change it, but is it because of my style? I know it's maturing a lot, and the people who critique it aren't exactly so high on the reading scale. Is this okay or is it just terrible? It's from the end of my sixth chapter... My main character is an angel and she's talking about running into a demon, but she has no clue that he's a demon. August 24th was an odd day. Odder than usual, if you want to know the truth. From a human’s perspective, it’s mesmerizing. First period was nice. I got there early because I felt too much like an intrusion with Justin and Lily. I got out of the car and speed-walked to my classroom, which was in the back of the school, conveniently enough. I filtered through the different crowds and generalizations like sand through a sieve. They didn’t know me yet, I guessed, and I was invisible. It wasn’t like I was complaining; better invisible than hated. As I slipped through the crowd, I reached that room, rested my fingernails on the cold metal doorknob. The rest, I guess, fell into place, but didn’t. His silvery voice, slippery and elusive but addictive, slithered into my ears like a snake on forest ground. Dark alleyways resounded in the carefully toned nuances of that sound, but I had no clue as to why. Fear pounded in my ears like an unforeseen enemy, hidden behind rocks. Hours of blood and unrest filled my head afterward, but his voice remained calm. When he caught sight of me, he said he was from my first period class. I refused it, I denied it. I told my mind to push it away. “You’re a bad liar,” he said and walked away, following the autumn leaves that circled his ankles, wrapping around his legs until he slipped away from view. The car ride home was eventful in the sense that things weren’t, well, Earthlike. My seasickness had subsided by the time I got into the banged-up van, but the memory of the boy caught in my mind. I didn’t know who he was, but he made me feel uneasy. Don’t get me wrong; the feeling wasn’t strange. But the pangs themselves were entirely different in texture, in sound, in smell. They tasted like rotten cheese and hurt like nothing I’d felt before. They were an ancient kind of pain. “Thinking about something?” asked Lily in her usual, perky voice. I gritted my teeth in my response. “Nothing much.” The lie felt like a stab to the chest, knocking blood up my throat. Lying was necessary, though. That was what had been done for years. You lied for innocence. You told the truth when you wanted banishment. I knew that feeling, though, I had felt its iron residue on my cheek, the rust in my blood. Or I had heard about it somewhere; school, maybe. Maybe from a friend—wait, I hadn’t had any. “Hm,” she said. “Okay, well, there was this guy in my class today, and…” Bile had gone up my throat, that terrible repression had swept through my mind. In a matter of hours, I didn’t know his name, but I knew his feel, that tangible emotion he carried with him. It didn’t matter where we met, or when. Classrooms or hallways, morning or afternoon, I felt the same. “…and he talked to me! Me, of all people, and…” I couldn’t place my finger on what made me so uneasy around him. It was a terrible feeling, a bash to the gut. Steamy sentences laced with acid trailed out of my trembling lips whenever he spoke to me in black licorice words. “…I mean, what do you think of that? Did it mean anything?” “Could you please close your mouth for a few moments?” I said.I've been experimenting with symbolism lately, and much of this section is just foreshadowing.Yeah, actually, all I read anymore are classics. more

Voting Question: Ok again, can you tell me what you think about the begning of this story?

Death. It’s crucial and horrible, but it happens to everyone some day. You’re lucky if you die without pain, but not all of us are lucky like that. Some are murdered when their young. Taken away from their family and friends. Never able to grow old with the one they love, and watch your kids grow up. People like me. I knew I was dead I just didn’t know where I was at. This place was beautiful, and just breathe taking. I could stay here forever. I remembered how I died. I should have seen it coming, because of all the nightmares, and things that had been going on the past couple of weeks, but I was stupid naive and, and didn’t see it coming, so this is my story of how I died, and where I am after my death. ............................................................................................................................................................................ I was driving down to Justin’s house now. He said he had. I pulled up into his drive way, got out of the car, walked up to his house, and was about to ring the doorbell when Justin opened the door, and gave me a big hug, and swung me around. I laughed, and hugged him back. “Hello to you to.” He smiled, and put me down. “Come one. You have to see your surprise,” He said grabbing my hand, and pulling me into his house. We ran up stairs, and stopped right outside of his bedroom. “Are you ready?” He asked happily. I nodded my head smiling, and he opened his bedroom door. Nothing. It was his same old room. I laughed, and looked at him. “Justin I’ve seen your room before. It’s not that much of a surprise.” He smiled, and pushed me into his room shutting the door behind us. “It’s on the bed. Go look.” I walked over to his bed. There was a small rectangular box wrapped in blue wrapping paper and a pink bow on the bed. I picked it up, and looked at Justin. “Open it,” He urged standing next to me. I smiled at him. Sometimes he was so childish. I tore the paper of the present, and then opened it. I gasped. It was a gold hart shaped locket with both of our initials on it. I opened the locket, and there was a picture of us. I turned, and looked at him. My mouth was most likely wide open. “I know are one year anniversary isn’t until next week, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Do you like it?” He asked. “I love it,” I said giving him a big hug. He hugged me back, and kissed me on the top of the head. “Let me help you put it on,” He said grabbing the locket. I left my hair out of the way, and he put the locket on. I played with locket, and said, “Do you want me to give you your present now?” “No. I don’t want a present,” He said. “Well to bad. I’m going to give you your present tomorrow,” I said turning to look at him. He shook his head. “I’m not even going to fight with you. I’ve done it before, and you always win.” I laughed, and gave him a quick kiss. “You know me to well.” He nodded, and sat on his bed. “Are you still having those dreams?” “Yeah,” I said sitting next to him. “Do remember them yet?” I sighed. “No. There becoming a little more clear, but not enough.” “I wish I could help you,” He said pulling me closer to him, and kissing my neck. “You can’t. There just bad dreams, but thanks for trying to help.” I said relaxing to his soft touch. He mumbled something, and continued to kiss my neck. “There is one thing you could give me for our anniversary,” He whispered in my ear. I gently pushed him away, and stood up. I walked away from the bed, and walked around the room mumbling to myself. “Come on Summer. We’ve been dating for almost a year now. Are we ever going to have sex or are you going to keep avoiding the question?” He asked standing up, and grabbing my shoulder, so I would stop walking. “I’m just not ready Austin,” I told him. “Are you ever going to be ready?” He asked turning me around, so I was facing him. “Why do you keep pushing it?” I asked almost yelling. “I’m not pushing it! I just want to know!” He yelled back. “I don’t know when I’m going to be ready!” I yelled back. He sighed, let go of my shoulder, and sat back down on his bed. “I’m sorry. You just don’t know how crazy I am about you,” He said. I sat back down next to him. “It’s ok. I’m crazy about you to. I’m just not ready yet, but maybe I will be soon. You just have to give me time. Ok,” I said. He nodded, and gave me a kiss. I stood up. “I have to go. Austin’s coming home for summer vacation, and I’m picking him up at the airport.” “Ok. I’ll see you later,” He said giving me another kiss. I walked to his bedroom door, stopped, and then turned back around. “Thanks again for the locket,” I said blowing him a kiss, and then walking down stairs, out of the house, and into my car. I started my car, and drove down the main road. I loved Justin. I really did, but I just wasn’t ready for what he was ready for. Unlike him I was a virgin, and promised myself I would wait as long as I could to ha more

Resolved Question: Would you buy your son or daughter a $360,000 car for their 16th birthday if you could afford it?

Money might not buy love, but it will buy a six-figure Maybach for the teenaged son of a hip-hop superstar. Thanks to his dad, hip-hop mogul and businessman Sean "Diddy" Combs, now Justin Dior Combs is the proud owner of a $360,000 luxury sedan. His dad didn't just throw Justin a huge, star-studded birthday party at the Manhattan club M2 Ultralounge on Saturday night. He also presented the youngster with a brand-new Maybach, wrapped in a red bow and parked outside the club. The party, which was filmed for the MTV reality show "My Super Sweet Sixteen," featured performances by rappers Fabolous, Lil' Kim, and Jim Jones. Cast members from "Jersey Shore" were also there to wish Justin a happy birthday. In addition to the wheels, Diddy gave his son a check for $10,000, which Justin immediately donated to Wyclef Jean's charity Yele Haiti. And since the teenager doesn't yet drive or have a license, Diddy provided him with a uniformed driver to escort the teen and his friends around Manhattan. http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/crush/diddys-son-gets-a-360-000-car-for-his-sixteenth-birthday/270/?nc$360,000 could go into a college trust fund. This kid is only "16 years old." Diddy can obviously afford to do so, but dude IMO? I think it's a waste of money, I really do. But hey, who am I and what do I know? I'm a nobody! ( ^ _ ^ )Giving a child their own private island is an "inheritance." A car looses value the day you drive it off the lot. A $360,000 for a 16 year old is insanity. more

Resolved Question: what would you think of a wrestling company with gimmick matches all the time?

matches like this all the time 1st Blood - First person that bleeds loses 2 out of 3 Falls - First person to score 2 pinfalls or submissions wins Fatal Fourway (Four Corners) - First person to score the first pin or submission wins Ambulance Match - Throw your opponent into the back of an ambulance then close the door wins Bar Room Brawl - Hardcore match that starts in a Bar Barbedwire cage match - Cage wrapped in barbedwire Barbedwire rope match - Ropes are replaced with barbedwire Over the Top Battle Royal - Last person in the ring after eliminating everyone over the top rope. There can be tag team Battle Royal. The wrestlers either enter the ring in certain periods of time (WWF Royal Rumble) or start in one or two rings at the same time (WCW World War 3) Bikini Match - Women only, judges vote for winner Blood Bath match - Dump a bowl of red liquid over opponent to win Broiler Room Brawl - No rules, first person to get out of the broiler room wins Buried Alive - First person to bury their opponent in the provided hole wins Cage match - This match takes place inside a 15' steel cage with an open top. There are two types of cage matches. The traditional cage match is won by being the first wrestler to escape the cage and have both feet touch the floor. The other variation is basically a One fall match inside a cage. Car Trunk match - Throw your opponent into a car trunk and close it wins Casket match - First person to be put in a casket and have the top closed loses Chain Match (Variations: Strap, Collar Match) - A match that ends with a pinfall or the winner is the wrestler who touches all four turnbuckles a row. Before the match opponents are strapped with handcuffs or collars Death Match - Some Sort Of Mix Of Standart And Last Man Standing Matches. After The Pin, The Wrestler Has To Stand Down For 10 Seconds To Win Dumpster match - First person to lock their opponent in a dumpster wins Elimination Chamber Match - 6 Men Compete in Steel, Dome-Like Cell. 2 Start off, and the other four are released one by one every 5 minutes from Mini-Chambers inside the Main Chamber. Contestants are eliminated one by one, and the last one in wins the match. Flaming Dumpster match - Throw opponent into the dumpster and set it on fire wins Elimination Match - Team Or Multiple Wrestler Match. The Rules Differ Depending On A Match. In Multimple Wrestler Match The Person That Gets Pinned Leaves The Ring; The Others Continue To Wrestle. In A Multiple Team Match The Team Which Member Is Pinned Leaves The Ring. The Exclusion Is Two Team Match, For Example, WWF's Infamous Survivor Series (4-on-4) - There Wrestlers Are Eliminated One By One. Empty Arena - Wrestlers fight in an empty arena with no fans Evening Gown Match (Variation: Bra & Panties Match) - Women only, winner strips opponent to win Evening Gown Pool match - same as above except takes place in a pool Falls count anywhere - pins or submissions anywhere Flag Match - First person that gets their flag wins Flaming casket match - put opponent in casket then light it on fire to win Flaming Dumpster match - Throw opponent into the dumpster and set it on fire wins Flaming Hell in a Cell - A Cell Thats On Fire Flaming Table - Put your opponent through a flaming table to win Glass Table - put your opponent through a table thats covered in glass Handcuff Match - Handcuff opponent to win Hell ontop of a cell - fight on top of a cell, if you fall you have 10 seconds to get on the cell I Quit match - Make Your Opponent Say "I Quit" To Win Inferno Match - fire surrounding the fire, first person to be set on fire loses Intergender Tag Match - A Standart Tag Team Match, But One Member OF Each Team Is Definitely A Woman Iron Man Match - A Specified Time (Usually, An Hour) Match. The Wrestler, Who Pins His Opponent Most Times Wins Ladder match - wrestler has to climb to the top and get the belt or money to win Last Man Standing Match - Match Goes Until One person Stands Down For A 10 count Lumberjack Match - A Standart Match With People Who Surround The Ring. The Wrestler, Who Falls Over The Top Gets Beating From Them Mud Match - Female wrestling match, that takes place in the mud pool. No holds Barred - No rules Scaffold - Fight on the catwalks until one person falls off Something On a Pole Match - There is a pole on one of the corner turnbuckles, with some object hanging on it. The first person to get that thing, wins the match. Submission Match - win by submission only Table match - put opponent through a table to win Tag team match - A match in which two teams of wrestlers face each other. Only one wrestler from each team is allowed in the ring at a time. The other(s) wait on the apron outside the ropes. Interference from a team member will not end the match in a disqualification. That wrestler will be escorted back to his/her corner. Tag Tea more

Resolved Question: How to get paid for buying your own home?

Just like with car wrap advertisement business you get a car for free. I want to know can I get paid money for buying your own house or owning your home.I also dont mean advertisements to be put anywhere, it must be something else I probably dont know off.. more

Resolved Question: HOA's - irregular astigmatism - actual effect on vision.?

I am still trying to wrap my head around higher order aberrations, which are essentially a more specific way to describe 'irregular astigmatism'. More specifically what effects they actually have on ones functional vision in the DAY time and Night time. The obvious: At night, the typical HOA's: Halo/Starburst's. Most common (because it is so easily described by patients). The *should be more obvious* -- When you look into the way our eyes work, the normal refraction,.. that everyone has some level of HOA's.. some more than others and so on. Then take into account those with a high level of HOA (especially people who have not had eye surgery) - you have to think what kind of effect does it have on vision all the time? The light is refracted and focused/converges much less than optimally. In fact, the worse the HOA's , in the right spots, the more scattered the incoming light is across the retina. You have light focused where it should be for a clear image, but also some percent of it scattered depending on the corneal surface (or lense surface if it exists there as well). Point being, is the effects of problematic HOA's don't just turn on at night time,.. or when the pupil is dilated. True, the larger the zone of light entering, the more likely to have error present. Though if the HOA is present across the entire central vision then it is going to be present at all light levels and times of day. Other than halo's and starbursts. From what I read on optics, it seems that it is quite common to have problems with contrast, vision can seem foggy, along with colors being presented improperly from a well focused zone. I don't know how much optometrists study or are presented with HOA's in school, (probably more now than before) , but I imagine it isn't a foreign concept even if it is just now being something that is treatable and more easily diagnosed via wavefront. Nonetheless what types of visual distortion could be imagined based on high levels of HOA's? I am particularly interested in this because of my own HOA with 20/20 (slightly better) vision, without any optical correction -- with no 'regular' astigmatism. (Or any lasik or other eye surgery in my lifetime, being 30yrs old *this only being problematic in the past 3 years give or take) -- Previous vision was always absolutely perfect in hue, contrast, acuity, light sensitivity, and all the factors I took for granted. Now my visual acuity suffers a little because of the aberrations, but a Snellen chart will still read 20/16 for me. However I have the pronounced Halo's and Starbursts on any point of light at night.. and even in daytime. Colors don't seem dim like a cataract, as I don't have any sign of it. But they are almost 'too' vibrant. Orange street signs seem a few hues brighter than they used to for example. This holds true with all colors across the spectrum to some extent, some more annoying and noticable than others. With the majority of cars having Daytime running headlights these days, every on-coming car on a sunny day is a slight starburst and the light is something you instinctively want to turn away from (but can't obviously). Is it because of the defocus of incoming light that points of light seem 'brighter' than they used to? Does that make sense? That even though the light is no longer one single point like it should be, it is now a bit 'starlike' it is brighter and has more 'glare' ? Also does it make sense in optical terms that due to the improper bending that even colors/hues and such would seem different.. but not 'dim'? I know this detail is all over the place -- but for anyone who understands optics.. whether you are an astonomer or eye doctor, would you mind commenting, to the best of your knowledge, how this would effect someone like me? Just in general, take a high level of *Higher order aberration* in a normal healthy eye, that doesn't need 1st or 2nd order correction.. that as I mentioned has presented with these symptoms in the late 20's. All I generally find on the internet is post-lasik reports, which is similar but not exact as my eye is untouched. Not looking for treatment or cures here -- as I know it seems my best shot at treatment is/are RGP contacts, with possibly lenses custom made for my wavefront. I'm just trying to understand better (and slowly I am.. as optics is very complex) what is going on with my vision as I am so used to perfect (to me) vision.. and now it is just 'weird'. Again, thanks for reading if you have done so -- and your opinions on the matter are of immense interest to me, personally. Thank you, more

Resolved Question: is it against the law to leave your 8 month old baby at home while you take your other child to nursery?

our 3yr old has recently started nursery, with all the bad weather our 8 mnth baby boy has been very poorly often having caught cold , high temperature etc my wife thinks it s because she takes him out early mornings to drop off our 3yr old at the nursery, which is roughly 150 yards from our house, he doesnt transfer well between car and house ,disrupting his sleep and behavior.she has tried taking the pram aswell all wrapped up ,rain cover on ,thus reducing the amount of times he moves from warm to cold environment,but he seems no better, as soon as there is a sign of improvement nex day he will be ill again! my wife has suggested that she could leave him home asleep while she takes our 3yr old to nursery(he normally wakes round 10 clock weekennds and did so before my 3yr old started nursery). i am against the idea cos im not sure of the implications, i mean it probly would make things more practical and smooth as the house would be locked , she would be away only 10-15 mins,with the nusery being 150 yards away, she would take her mobile with her which is connected to baby monitor so she would be able to hear if he cried or even if he sighed in his sleep! we have been living in this neighbourhood for 9 yrs nw and couple of years ago lady across the road had a visit from the police she left her child outside unattended in her car outside her house while she went inside to find an old bill reciept she had forgotten! becos of this im very cautious abot my wifes idea. we love our children to bits and dnt want to be shamed as irresponsible parents ,or accused of neglectting our duties as parents! i have to leave at 6 evry morning for work and we havnt really got any friends or family that live nearby who can help. more

Voting Question: Vehicle impounded for right reason but procedure not followed, do I have a case?

Ok I was not aware that it is not permissible in my city to leave a vehicle with no tags parked in front of my house. The tags were valid, but I put them on another vehicle that I just purchased. I had a Ford and the axle broke (scheduled to be fixed) but it was time to buy a new car anyways so I bought a Kia FROM PRIVATE PERSON on January 7th. On the eighth, I took my bill of sale to license bureau to get PLATES and tags for new vehicle, but they could not do anything until I received the white title from my loan company, which had not yet arrived to me at this point. The lady at the bureau said "you know, it is perfectly legal to put your plates from your Ford on you Kia for up tp thirty days." I said I'm glad it is legal because this is what I did. So less than three days later, my Ford was towed for NO PLATES/TAGS. I had no idea this was a law. If I would have left the plates on it and continued to drive it INSTEAD of the Kia, the Kia would have been the vehicle that was towed. Either way, I could not win. SOMETHING was bound to get towed because there is no protection to give new car buyers (used from private people) a couple days leniency in order to get the white title to get what they need to make the vehicle legal! It's an outrage however............................................................................................................................................................... In looking at my local city codified ordinance, the procedure states that a vehicle impounded for this reason must be towed and the owner FORTHWITH notified (which means immediately) as to the reason for the tow and the whereabouts of the location. I was never notified. As a matter of fact, this happened on friday at 8:30pm, and I didn't notice until SUnday morning at which time I called it in as a stolen vehicle (because thats what I thought happened.) Now in order to identify me, they would have had to run the VIN number since the plates were not on the vehicle. They will not give me a court date until I pay the impound and storage fees (minimum of 360.00 just at this point)....but when I get the court date, I think I should try to fight this JUST ON improper procedure being followed. What are my chances of getting reimbursed on these fees? My hands were tied and I had no choice but to leave a vehicle untagged until my paperwork came in. I feellike I got a bum-wrap here and I am very interested in the opinions of law students, police officers, people who have successfully beat similar cases and so on. Only knowledgable opinions please, no left field guesses. Thank you all to those of you who can help.Forthwith is not my sole defense. Thanks for your answer but is 30 days a literal answer or are you figuratively speaking? In matters like this, figurative numbers do not help. Not only was I not notified immediately, I was not notified at ALL!. Nothing in the mail today and it has been ample time, even considering the recent holiday, especially if it were to be done FORTHWITH. I repeat, even if not immediately, was not done at all. And the reason I bring this up is because there is no definition for HOW I am to be notified. I was notified when I myself called in to report ot stolen, but THIS was not my forthwith notification. Had I been notified, I would have saved additional storage fees, or atleast had the opportunity to do this. I am being very technical here, but sometimes this is necessary in order to win these cases through a loophole. As I said, there should have been additional clauses in place to protect new car buyers, or some time of leniency on time, or notice on car windoI had no other option but to park in the street. I live in an apartment complex where the streets are considered city streets. As a matter of fact, MY OWN security are the ones who called the cops to issue the tow, they themselves should have notified me but that is another story. It is my fault for providing too many details here on this post, but the main topic at hand is I am going to plee for the fact that I had no choices in having a vehicle with no plates. This is not because I didn't have the money to pay to get tags, this is because I did not have a title issued yet to even get plates! Second, if this doesn't work, I will try the improper procedure thing. I won't even waste my time if I have no chance. I am however going to write governor/mayor whoever and point out the fact that if a person living on city streets buys a new car privately, it is an AUTOMATIC tow because no loan company can issue a title w/o first processing paperwork, minimum 3 days. more

Resolved Question: Hey, anyone feel like wasting their time reading the first draft of a prologue for a story I've been writing?

I just ate this weird, old, squashed peppermint candy, so I was pretty high when I wrote this. :) Anyways, please review honestly. Don't be afraid to tell me it's sh*t. I understand perfectly. Oh, and if I added little *'s in words that you don't consider cusses (yes, I used some), then it's just 'cause I'm afraid of offending people. And I cuss so often, I hardly know what one is and what one isn't, anymore. I’ve gotten to thinking about it, and I’ve concluded that I’m must just be better at lying than telling the truth. Especially when it comes to myself. When you’re bored as h*ll, time passes a whole lot slower. I sat in the car while my dad and brother took their time inside talking to the doctor, ‘cause our junior year was about to start. Loads of sh*t to talk about. I pushed my ear buds in and sat like that for a while. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I saw it was dark outside my window. My brother, Caleb, and my father were still inside. I directed my attention to some guys about a hundred feet away, talking. They were standing by the building. In their hands were what looked like cans of spray paint. I pushed myself up and squinted, watching them, barely breathing. I’d never seen a crime before. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was too afraid to tell them to shove off, and it wasn’t my business anyway. And I didn’t even know who they were, so it would be pointless to worry about it. But still, they kept working on their piece. I pushed my ear buds in again roughly and stared down at my hands. Five minutes later, I heard their car start, radio switch on, and tires skid away across the gravelly pavement. Caleb and my father didn’t come back till a while after. “Oh, we missed the news!” my father said, completely oblivious to my determined gaze. “Oh well. C’est la vie.” The elegant precursor to “sh*t happens”. But at least he knew what he was talking about. A minute later, our car drove off, and I finally pulled myself away from my palms to try to catch a glimpse of the graffiti. The paint was wet, and the sky was dark, but the artists were good - zero drips. By the last lights of the day, I could read the words: 'PEACE + ANARCHY'. “Go figure,” I muttered. “What’s that?” Dad asked. “Nothin’.” “Your father’s an unfortunate case,” the shrink will always tell me, so condescending, like even knows what the h*ll he’s talking about. “And you’re brother’s a result of it.” But the shrink doesn’t know the whole story. I don’t think my brother does either, or even my father. Due to circumstances, their viewpoints are twisted. No, that’s not right – they’re just exaggerated in certain ways. Not twisted. My mother died several years ago. My father was heartbroken. They were what most people would describe as soul mates – perfect matches. And then one of them died. We lost a lot of money with mom’s chemotherapy. But cash can’t buy you everything. And not a life back, as my family knows well. Mom died of breast cancer. For the last month of her life, my dad’s sister was almost always in the hospital with her. I’d remember the two holding hands, my aunt whispering encouragement, my mother smiling her beautiful smile. She’d laugh for what seemed like the last time and then my aunt would pat my father’s back and say goodbye. She’d be back an hour later. There was a reason. At the time I never quite understood, but later I learned. The night of my mother’s death, my aunt was there. I don’t know my father’s look the moment he was told my mother had passed, but Caleb did. I was too afraid to look to Dad, so I looked to my brother, and saw the most awful face I’d ever seen. Because Caleb had seen my father’s face. My aunt wrapped an arm around me and another around Caleb. She told my father that she’d take us home. I was so weak, so unsteady, I leaned on her for support as she hurried us out. We stayed with Auntie much longer than that night. We were with her for months. And we never once saw my father. We called him a few times, but not until we’d been staying with my aunt for a month already. We asked hundreds of times why we had gone with her, where my father was. And her answer, always: “He’s got some recovering to do.” I don’t think he really ever recovered, but he did a lot during those few months. Later we learned that he’d lost his teaching job when he stopped coming to work. He lost the house not long after. He got an apartment to live in, but the bills were piling up and my aunts and uncles had to send him the money to get by. But at some point along the road, he finally bowed down and got a shrink – a suggestion of my aunt’s. A while later, he got another job at a new public high school, once an old factory. It was a new school, and a new start. A month and a half later, my brother and I moved back in with my father, into a large apartment, and readOh, it got cut off, sorry. Well, just try to review what you see here. more

Resolved Question: Can you sue someone for wrecking your car if you were in the car when the accident happened?

A friend was driving my car and I was in the passenger seat. He wrapped it around a tree, thank God we're alright, but now he doesn't want to help me for any of the repairs. I see this getting real ugly real fast, can I pursue him in court? more

Voting Question: What do you think of my novel so far?

“Lil’ Sis!” I turned around only to see Jake running across the hallway and past the lockers trying to catch up to me. I look at my watch. 8:00. Of course he decided to come to school late again. “What Jake Israel Lieberman,” I asked as if I was mad at him. “What did I do?” He asked with that innocent smile of his and those deep gorgeous chocolate eyes. One look from those and he has the whole female population at our school at his feet. “More like who did you do this time?” I asked keeping up with my plan. I crossed my arms and showed the annoyed expression that I know he hates. “Oh, you mean Annabelle, yeah I um…I dumped her…I think…eh whatever” he replied. “Wow, you’re nice,” I said rolling my eyes. “But Rosy what did I do……?” he asked stretching the word do, his face scrunched up in a childish expression. I couldn’t hold it back any longer so I just had to let it out. I was laughing so hard I think the whole school was staring at me but I couldn’t tell because of the tears in my eyes. “Hey Jake! Is Sarbear okay?” I heard Vanessa say. I looked up and saw Vanessa black luscious curls and Jake looking at me with a pout and pointed at me like he was a 5 year old trying to blame something on his older sister. “Your lovely ‘Sarbear’ hurt my feelings” “Aw you poor thing,” V said sarcastically. Our friends always call me Sarah or ‘Sarbear’. Except Jake, he has a special nickname for me. Only he is allowed to call me Rose or Rosy mainly because that’s my middle name but still it’s cute. After I finally calmed myself down I started talking to Vanessa. “Hey V! Where is Zac? You two are normally practically inseparable” Then I felt someone hug me from behind and I turned around to see my older brother-like figure. “Hey Zac!” “Sup lil’ sis,” he said to me then he went over and hugged V while giving her a kiss. “Hello?! People here…remember?” I told them and looked over to see Jake fake vomiting. “Shut up you and Jake will be doing that soon,” he said. My cheeks turned bright red as Jake came over and hugged me “Hopefully,” he said while sending me a little wink. We always do that little flirting it is just natural for us even though we are best friends. “You two can get out of your little moment now!”I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around to see William and Chad coming to us with Betty and Maria. “Shut up Will,” Jake said as he wrapped his arm around me. “Hey, it’s not my fault you two are always flirting to the max!” he exclaimed. “Yeah well it’s not my fault I can get more lays than you” Jake said with a smug smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes. I swear he has the biggest ego ever known to man-kind. All he ever thinks about it girls, sex and sports….and food. Then I heard the bell ring and I looked at my watch….shoot we missed half of homeroom. “Guys, I think we are a little late,” I said sarcastically. "Shit!" Everyone exclaimed in unison. Before I knew it Jake grabbed my hand and ran to homeroom. We opened the door and saw the whole class staring at us and we looked at the teachers red face. We didn’t notice that we were still holding hands. “You’re late!” Mrs. Dunning shouted. “Sorry, um…” I said. “I couldn’t walk to school so um...Jake had to pick me up and drive me to school because my dad’s car got totaled” I said. “Oh ok, sit down but don’t let this happen again, “she said in a slight stern voice. “Okay Mrs. Dunning,” we both said and went into our seats. more

Resolved Question: can you just tell me what you think? it's just the beginning. but i'm curious to see what people think.?

please read this and just give your truthful opinion. if you think it's crap. say it. haha. i want criticism. I walked outside into the bone-chilling February morning; the wind blew every few seconds burning my skin. Even with the harsh winds against my face, I liked it much better out here than in the house where I was constantly nagged about something I did wrong, even though I tried as hard as I could in everything I did in my life. My thoughts continued when I felt someone’s arms wrap around me, their warmth cascading down my entire body. I spun on my heels just as the person turned behind my back, making them unseen. We played this game until I sat down in frustration; the other person laughed and joined me. His eyes were dark brown with green splattered everywhere, his dark hair sat about an inch above his eyebrows. It took me a second to realize I knew him; it took me another moment to realize it was my next door neighbor. “Hey Brayden,” I said looking back at him with an empty gaze. “I haven’t seen you for a while.” Brayden chuckled to himself, “Yeah, I’ve been going to my Uncle’s every weekend lately, and school is kicking my ass.” “I know the feeling.” I thought about the stack of homework waiting for me on my desk, “What’s at your Uncle’s house that’s so important anyways?” “Nothing is there... absolutely nothing. It’s my dad’s way of punishment, but it was so I guess his plan worked.” “Punishment?” I asked. Punishment didn’t remind me of the old Brayden I knew, the one who did nothing but play video games and finish his homework on time. But then again, everyone was changing into new people and getting rid of their old lives hoping for a better one to fit their lifestyle they like to believe they have. He nodded slowly, and shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his Blackberry and glanced at the screen before sliding it back in. “I had the need to pull a Scott a few weeks back, turns out it was a bad idea.” I laughed; Scott was my older brother who was a sophomore in college. When he was a junior in high school he had decided that in spite of my parents he would not do one assignment he was given, no matter how much it pulled his grades down. Within two weeks almost all of his grades averaged to be a 50%, normally they averaged to a 98%. My parents were not very pleased, considering we are sent to a prestige private school where everyone business was each other’s business. Scott getting an E is like my parents receiving Welfare checks. A week after the incident they had to buy a new sports car to redeem their status. “One thing I’ve learned, never do anything Scott has ever done.” “Very true,” Brayden said, and then whipped his head as if he had the surfer hair. I shot him a curious look before laugh a little. “Another part of my punishment was to cut my hair.” I nodded; I used to know Brayden very well up until sixth grade, when if you hung out with a boy you were obviously madly in love with him. He had changed so much, and I liked to think I had changed some too. “You were shivering,” Brayden said. “Come again?” He had interrupted my thoughts of the past, and his random outburst dazed me even more. “I put that jacket around you because you were shivering…” I looked around my shoulders and saw a navy blue jacket draped on my shoulders, it had Brayden Soyer #43 written across it, it was one of his football jackets. “Thanks Bray.” “Whoa, it’s been awhile since someone called me that.” He shot me a Brayden-half-smile and then stood up, “I got to go though. My parents want me to make them something for dinner before they get home as the last of my punishment. So, I guess I’ll see you around?” “Yeah, I’ll see you around.” I said standing up too, about to make my way back into the warmth of my house. Well, that was weird… I thought as I paraded up my front stairs. I used to be the talkative one, the one in charge. Brayden would have never given me anything before, even on my birthday he would have trouble handing over the brightly wrapped Barbie doll. And I never even knew Brayden could cook dinner; much less make dinner for his family of four. This new Brayden interested me. I waltzed my way into my house; the warm air from the large fire in the living room engulfed me. I walked straight passed my mother on the stairs, when she didn’t say anything I guessed she was still angry with me from our fight over the way I painted my basement. Truthfully I was perfectly okay with her ignoring me, that way my stress level could be much less than it normally was. I flicked on a light by the wall, a lamp I’ve had since I was six turned on and reflected off the pale blue walls making a dim light. I could just barely see where everything was in my room as the sun set. I walked towards my window and sat on my sill which my sister and I had converted into a little lounge area a few summers back. There were piles of pillows and old stuff an more

Resolved Question: I need help on what to do, my parents are crazy....?

Ok, before i get anywhere in the story I must say I am a very healthy young man, never smoked, never drank, never did anything illegal, honest.. I am a wrestler and I am very dedicated to wrestling, i wish to be a marine in the future, my grades are outstandingly high (taking rigorous classes), healthy beyond and above, etc etc... the perfect son Here is what happened: Martin Luther King day and I had a very hard practice for wrestling, and i was beat dead, my eye is halfway black, breathing hard and here is my mother coming to pick me up as practice is wrapped up, I get in the car and we are heading home and all of a sudden my mom gets a call about a conflict with my two younger brothers and my mom just blows up in the car and starts yelling on the phone and i was just staying silent (couldn't even talk i was so exhausted), and then my mother hangs up the phone and starts yelling at me and i do the usual pretend i am asleep, then she keeps saying stuff about how she thinks we are worthless and mindless... blah blag. and i keep ignoring it and then we get home and my mom was mad at my brothers so whe starts yelling at them and what not as I am taking a shower. Not suprised my mother is still yelling at my brothers as I finish my shower and head over to the kitchen to make me a peanut butter sandwich and a bottle of water for my afternoon lunch, then my mother comes to me and starts nagging and suddenly i start listening and she says she will never pick me up from practice again, and i was like...."well lets hope God can provide me a ride" and my mom started saying "now your mocking God whats wrong with you!" and i replied "I wasn't mocking him you misunderstood" and then she said..." Your NOT going to your wrestling match this week!" ><><><><>OMG thats when i just bursted out "go f*** yourself!" and then she went into total chaos and started taking things away from me ... AKA everything but this laptop I hide under my bed..... PLEASE I NEED SOME SUGGESTIONS ON WHAT TO DO I AM LOSTBTW I am 16, maleappologies dont work in my family, i heard my mom talking saying there is no way I am going to that match on friday, and if i do go she will call the police and report me as a run a way more

Resolved Question: Should you be able to wait to buy homeowners insurance until after your house has already burned down?

Should you be able to wait to purchase car insurance until after you wrapped it around a tree? Why is it fair to make health insurance companies cover all preexisting conditions? They are private businesses in business to make money & not charities. more

Resolved Question: what do you think of my story?

This is my romantic scene: There he was, sitting perfectly against the tall Oak tree, starring into the river. “I thought I’d find you here.” I smiled. He turned slowly and gazed into my eyes, it’s like he’d never seen me before. “Are you alright? You know about yesterday and all?” I asked, He stood up and walked to me. “I’m not doing as bad as I was yesterday. You?” He asked, shaking his head side to side. “I was worse than worse. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He looked up at what just came out of my mouth. I smiled, flashing my teeth. “ I love you like crazy, Jacob trust me…. More than you love me.” “I’m not sure that’s possible to love me more than I love you.” He smiled and stepped closer to me. We were and inch apart. I wrapped my arms around his head and he put his hands at my waist. “I loved you right when I saw your face.” He said, looking down at me. I just noticed he was pretty tall, a few centimetres taller. “Well, that must be a big coincidence then.. Because the same thing happened to me.” I smiled, looking up at his beautiful, crimson, brown eyes. “I didn’t mean to push you away.” I said, “I wanted to keep you close, but it was all so-” “Shh.” He interrupted. “I’d prefer you keep me close.” “Me to.” I said, “Me to.” I murmured this time. “How did you know I’d be here?” He asked. “I’m not sure I can answer that, I just well.. I had a feeling that you’d be here, this is like ‘our spot’.” I said, looking at our surroundings. “Okay, Ill just take that.” I didn’t even bother asking him what it meant. “Does this mean.. were .. Together?” I asked, confused - and also dumfounded - he looked at me with tight eyes. “If you want it to be.” He asked. “Of course.” I said, “Always, forever.” “Sounds perfect.” He smiled. Little wet drops fell from the sky, I looked up and seen more and more coming at a quicker pace. “Lets get in the car.” He said turning towards the direction of the car. I didn’t move, he looked at me confused. “Uh… car?” He asked, exposing his confusion. “Do you see what’s happening?” I asked him, his reply was a different face.. Meaning ‘Go on…?’ “It’s raining, that’s good luck for what’s going on right now.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” He asked. “We both confessed something we both knew deep inside.” I said, “Don’t you watch romantic movies? Where they kiss and say how much they love each other under the rain?” “I do..” He defended himself kindly. “I love you.” He came beside me, and re gripped my waist. “I love you more.” I said, “I think that’s the other way around.” He replied. I hit him lightly on the shoulder. I went on my tippy toes and stretched my face towards his and kissed him. I heard his heart change from regular, to irregular. I laughed in my head. Our lips moved in the same motion together, twisting and combining. The rain pounded against our connected bodies. “This is very romantic.” He said, during a pause. “I agree.” I said after the next pause. I knew for sure that this kiss was nothing compared to mine and Kenneth’s - it had more emotion - he usually gave me a light kiss.. nothing more to show his love and care. I reached my arms up to his neck and he gripped me more at my waist, nothing was between us, -not even air- nothing could stop us either. We stopped when the rain stopped which was about 15 minutes tops. “Lets get into the car now.” Jacob said when we finished. “Okay.” He handed me his black raincoat that was in the backseat. “You never know.” He answered my questionable expression. “Smart thinking.” I complimented, He smiled. He wrapped it around my shoulders and opened the car door for me. “Thanks.”IM 12 YEARS OF AGE, TELL ME WHATCHAA THINK THANKS! more

Voting Question: What do you think of my story?

This is my romantic scene: There he was, sitting perfectly against the tall Oak tree, starring into the river. “I thought I’d find you here.” I smiled. He turned slowly and gazed into my eyes, it’s like he’d never seen me before. “Are you alright? You know about yesterday and all?” I asked, He stood up and walked to me. “I’m not doing as bad as I was yesterday. You?” He asked, shaking his head side to side. “I was worse than worse. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He looked up at what just came out of my mouth. I smiled, flashing my teeth. “ I love you like crazy, Jacob trust me…. More than you love me.” “I’m not sure that’s possible to love me more than I love you.” He smiled and stepped closer to me. We were and inch apart. I wrapped my arms around his head and he put his hands at my waist. “I loved you right when I saw your face.” He said, looking down at me. I just noticed he was pretty tall, a few centimetres taller. “Well, that must be a big coincidence then.. Because the same thing happened to me.” I smiled, looking up at his beautiful, crimson, brown eyes. “I didn’t mean to push you away.” I said, “I wanted to keep you close, but it was all so-” “Shh.” He interrupted. “I’d prefer you keep me close.” “Me to.” I said, “Me to.” I murmured this time. “How did you know I’d be here?” He asked. “I’m not sure I can answer that, I just well.. I had a feeling that you’d be here, this is like ‘our spot’.” I said, looking at our surroundings. “Okay, Ill just take that.” I didn’t even bother asking him what it meant. “Does this mean.. were .. Together?” I asked, confused - and also dumfounded - he looked at me with tight eyes. “If you want it to be.” He asked. “Of course.” I said, “Always, forever.” “Sounds perfect.” He smiled. Little wet drops fell from the sky, I looked up and seen more and more coming at a quicker pace. “Lets get in the car.” He said turning towards the direction of the car. I didn’t move, he looked at me confused. “Uh… car?” He asked, exposing his confusion. “Do you see what’s happening?” I asked him, his reply was a different face.. Meaning ‘Go on…?’ “It’s raining, that’s good luck for what’s going on right now.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” He asked. “We both confessed something we both knew deep inside.” I said, “Don’t you watch romantic movies? Where they kiss and say how much they love each other under the rain?” “I do..” He defended himself kindly. “I love you.” He came beside me, and re gripped my waist. “I love you more.” I said, “I think that’s the other way around.” He replied. I hit him lightly on the shoulder. I went on my tippy toes and stretched my face towards his and kissed him. I heard his heart change from regular, to irregular. I laughed in my head. Our lips moved in the same motion together, twisting and combining. The rain pounded against our connected bodies. “This is very romantic.” He said, during a pause. “I agree.” I said after the next pause. I knew for sure that this kiss was nothing compared to mine and Kenneth’s - it had more emotion - he usually gave me a light kiss.. nothing more to show his love and care. I reached my arms up to his neck and he gripped me more at my waist, nothing was between us, -not even air- nothing could stop us either. We stopped when the rain stopped which was about 15 minutes tops. “Lets get into the car now.” Jacob said when we finished. “Okay.” He handed me his black raincoat that was in the backseat. “You never know.” He answered my questionable expression. “Smart thinking.” I complimented, He smiled. He wrapped it around my shoulders and opened the car door for me. “Thanks.”Kenneth was her ex boyfriend, she is a vampire half actually and he dosnt know yet... im 12 years old comment more

Resolved Question: Here's my fourth draft?

Chapter 4 ADELAIDE OPENED HER EYES, AWAKENING FROM HER coma. She was clueless to where she was. Her eyes met Antonio’s. He had been sitting on the chair next to her bed. “Adelaide,” he breathed. Adelaide was confused. She pulled her eyebrows together, and shut her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Antonio stroked her cheek. “Who are you?” Adelaide tried to sit up. He didn’t answer. “Who are you?” she repeated. “I’m Antonio,” he laid her back down. He was hurt that she didn’t remember who he was. “Are you my brother?” Antonio brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. His fingers trailed down her face, and down her pale cheek. “No, I’m your best friend,” he chuckled. Antonio smiled and took her hand. “Do you remember anything?” Adelaide shook her head, “No.” “Maybe if I explain how you got here?” he smiled. “Okay.” He braced himself, he was nervous, “You came to my house after school about a month and a half ago. We went on a car ride with my little sister. Three cars hit us, and we went over the railing on the road. My sister, Brigida, died. We went into comas. You just woke up from yours.” “Wait, you’re my best friend. Your parents left for the United States a few weeks after you turned eighteen, right?” “Yes.” He leaned in, and kissed Adelaide’s forehead. More memories came back to her. He ran his fingers through her hair, sighing happily. “Wait, you just told me you’re my best friend, not my boyfriend.” Adelaide pushed him away from her, frightened. He sat back down, his heart aching. He looked at the floor guiltily. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “But, I’ve always loved you.” He looked up in surprise. “What?” “I’ve always loved you,” she repeated. “Yes, that’s what my memories tell me.” Antonio gently started taking out the machines that were connected to Adelaide. He turned off the heart monitor, and smiled. “Thanks, those things were irritating,” she chuckled. “Your welcome. But I’m not sure I should have taken those out,” Antonio reached over to put her IV back in. They fought it out, and Adelaide won, he wasn’t going to put the machines back in. She placed a hand on his cheek, and came closer to him. He backed away, and bit his lip. She hunched her shoulders, and looked away. “What’s wrong?” Antonio wasn’t sure about this, he wondered aloud if she was. “I, I don’t know. If I love you, shouldn’t this be easy?” she swallowed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in love.” “Kiss me.” He came closer to her face, and cupped her cheek in his hand. She stroked his arm, and looked into his beautiful eyes. He was wearing ax, it made the young Italian girl slightly dizzy. A knock sounded at the door. Antonio dived under her bed, and curled up, trying to stay hidden. “Adelaide?” Carlo came in. The patient pulled her eyebrows together and questioned who he was. “I’m your father,” his face lit up with happiness. “Hi,” she smiled and eyed the end of her bed. She wanted Antonio. Her dad crossed the room, and embraced her tightly. Adelaide hugged him back, regaining more memory. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was told for so long that you were never going to wake up. You had been so unresponsive for so long,” Carlo stroked Adelaide’s cheek. “What happened to Brigida?” she frowned. “Her neck snapped back over the seat. That kills people,” Carlo bit his lip. “Do you remember your best friend Antonio?” Adelaide nodded, “Yeah.” “Well, since he’s all alone now, I was thinking he could move into the guest room. His parents aren’t coming back anytime soon.” “That would be awesome,” her face brightened. “Well, I should let you get some rest. I’ll be back tomorrow honey,” Carlo kissed his daughter’s forehead, and left the room, but not before putting the machines back in his daughter’s arms. Antonio climbed out from under the bed, and sat on it. Throwing the blanket off of her, Adelaide wrapped her arms around Antonio’s neck. “Aren’t you going to feel guilty? Your sister’s gone,” she swallowed loudly. He crushed his lips to hers. This was his answer. He was okay with making out with his best friend right after his sister died. Adelaide tasted oranges on his lips, and remembered that oranges were her favorite fruit. Antonio wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and moved one hand down to the small of her back. She remembered that she liked being held there when being embraced. Antonio ran his fingers through her hair, and pulled her tighter against him. At a staggering level, Adelaide’s memories of him came rushing back to her. Her heart was flying, and his mind was swirling. Antonio’s wonderful breath made her dizzy, and she started gasping. He was gasping too, but he didn’t break the kiss. She finally ducked her head into his throat. He kissed her hair, and trailed down her face with little kisses. He murmured, “I love you.” as he kissed her neck. Antonio mumbled her name with each kiss to her neck. “You really love me?” she reluctantly pulled more

Resolved Question: This is my third draft kiss scene?

Chapter 4 ADELAIDE OPENED HER EYES, AWAKENING FROM HER coma. She was clueless to where she was. Her eyes met Antonio’s. He had been sitting on the chair next to her bed. “Adelaide,” he breathed. Adelaide was confused. She pulled her eyebrows together, and shut her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Antonio stroked her cheek. “Who are you?” Adelaide tried to sit up. He didn’t answer. “Who are you?” she repeated. “I’m Antonio,” he laid her back down. He was hurt that she didn’t remember who he was. “Are you my brother?” Antonio brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. His fingers trailed down her face, and down her pale cheek. “No, I’m your best friend,” he chuckled. Antonio smiled and took her hand. “Do you remember anything?” Adelaide shook her head, “No.” “Maybe if I explain how you got here?” he smiled. “Okay.” He braced himself, he was nervous, “You came to my house after school about a month and a half ago. We went on a car ride with my little sister. Three cars hit us, and we went over the railing on the road. My sister, Brigida, died. We went into comas. You just woke up from yours.” “Wait, you’re my best friend. Your parents left for the United States a few weeks after you turned eighteen, right?” “Yes.” He leaned in, and kissed Adelaide’s forehead. More memories came back to her. He ran his fingers through her hair, sighing happily. “Wait, you just told me you’re my best friend, not my boyfriend.” Adelaide pushed him away from her, frightened. He sat back down, his heart aching. He looked at the floor guiltily. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “But, I’ve always loved you.” He looked up in surprise. “What?” “I’ve always loved you,” she repeated. “Yes, that’s what my memories tell me.” Antonio gently started taking out the machines that were connected to Adelaide. He turned off the heart monitor, and smiled. “Thanks, those things were irritating,” she chuckled. “Your welcome. But I’m not sure I should have taken those out,” Antonio reached over to put her IV back in. They fought it out, and Adelaide won, he wasn’t going to put the machines back in. She placed a hand on his cheek, and came closer to him. He backed away, and bit his lip. She hunched her shoulders, and looked away. “What’s wrong?” Antonio wasn’t sure about this, he wondered aloud if she was. “I, I don’t know. If I love you, shouldn’t this be easy?” she swallowed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in love.” “Kiss me.” He came closer to her face, and cupped her cheek in his hand. She stroked his arm, and looked into his beautiful eyes. He was wearing ax, it made the young Italian girl slightly dizzy. A knock sounded at the door. Antonio dived under her bed, and curled up, trying to stay hidden. “Adelaide?” Carlo came in. The patient pulled her eyebrows together and questioned who he was. “I’m your father,” his face lit up with happiness. “Hi,” she smiled and eyed the end of her bed. She wanted Antonio. Carlo kissed his daughter’s forehead, “I have to go home honey, but I’ll be back tomorrow,” he turned around, left the room. Antonio climbed out from under the bed, and sat on it. Throwing the blanket off of her, Adelaide wrapped her arms around Antonio’s neck. He crushed his lips to hers. Adelaide tasted oranges on his lips, and remembered that oranges were her favorite fruit. Antonio wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and moved one hand down to the small of her back. She remembered that she liked being held there when being embraced. Antonio ran his fingers through her hair, and pulled her tighter against him. At a staggering level, Adelaide’s memories of him came rushing back to her. Her heart was flying, and his mind was swirling. Antonio’s wonderful breath made her dizzy, and she started gasping. He was gasping too, but he didn’t break the kiss. She finally ducked her head into his throat. He kissed her hair, and trailed down her face with little kisses. “I love you,” he murmured as he kissed her neck. Antonio mumbled her name with each kiss to her neck. “You really love me?” she reluctantly pulled away from him. “Yes,” he sighed. Adelaide moved over, and let him lay down next to her. She nuzzled his collarbone softly as her heart burst within her chest. His rapid heartbeat was deafening. Antonio grinned through his tears of joy. She wiped them away, and laid her head on his chest. “Thanks for singing to me while I was in my coma,” she wrapped herself around him, and fell asleep. His tears poured into her hair. “Your welcome . . . my love,” he drifted to sleep by her side.Yeah, only my third draft. Still got to do some work. If you read what happened before, then you would know that he is grieving about his sister. He feels really bad. Antonio was the one driving, and I will fix the Dad thing. Adelaide's dad is a doctor. And I didn't even know that a doctor would come in. I haven't done research on medical machinery. I'll fix that too. Still doing more drafts.My fourth draft will be called: Here's my fourth draft more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my second draft kiss scene?

Chapter 4 ADELAIDE OPENED HER EYES, AWAKENING FROM HER coma. She was clueless to where she was. Her eyes met Antonio’s. He had been sitting on the chair next to her bed. “Adelaide,” he breathed. “Who’s Adelaide?” she shut her eyes. “You are. What’s wrong?” Antonio stroked her cheek. “Who are you?” Adelaide tried to sit up. Antonio didn’t answer. “Who are you?” she repeated. “I’m Antonio,” he laid her back down. He was hurt that Adelaide didn’t remember who he was. “Are you my brother?” “No, I’m your best friend.” “Really?” she tilted her head. “Yes,” Antonio brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. His hand trailed down her face, and held her pale cheek. “Are you telling the truth?” “Of course.” Adelaide believed him, she didn’t know why though. There was a feeling in her stomach that told her to believe him. “Do you remember anything?” Antonio whispered. “No,” Adelaide swallowed. “Maybe if I explain how you got here?” Antonio smiled. “Okay.” “You came to my house after school about a month and a half ago. We went on a car ride with my little sister. Three cars hit us, and we went over the railing on the road. My sister, Brigida, died. We went into comas. You just woke up from yours.” “Wait, you’re my best friend. Your parents left for the United States a few weeks after you turned eighteen, right?” “Yes.” He leaned in, and kissed Adelaide’s forehead. More memories came back to her. “I’m Adelaide, and I have a brother and a sister,” she blurted out. “Yes,” Antonio sighed happily. He ran his fingers through her hair. “Wait, you just told me you’re my best friend, not my boyfriend,” Adelaide pushed him away. “Sorry,” Antonio sat back down, his heart aching. He looked at the floor guiltily. “But, I’ve always loved you.” “Really?” Antonio looked up. “Yes, that’s what my memories tell me.” Antonio gently started taking out the machines that were connected to Adelaide. He turned off the heart monitor, and smiled. “Thanks, those things were irritating,” she chuckled. “Your welcome. But I’m not sure I should have taken those out,” Antonio reached over to put her IV back in. “No,” she complained. “Yes,” Antonio laughed. “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Adelaide,” he sighed. “Please don’t put them back in.” “If your dad comes in and sees that I’ve taken out your IV, he’s going to kill me,” he ran his fingers through her hair again. “Who’s my dad?” Adelaide sat up, and leaned against the headboard. “He’s a doctor. He’ll be here soon,” he sighed loudly. Adelaide placed a hand on his cheek, and came closer to him. He backed away, and bit his lip. “What’s wrong?” Adelaide hunched her shoulders. “Are you sure about this?” he wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger. “I, I don’t know. If I love you, shouldn’t this be easy?” Adelaide swallowed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in love,” Antonio threw his head back in frustration. “Kiss me.” He came closer to her face, and cupped her cheek in his hand. She stroked his arm, and looked into his beautiful eyes. A knock sounded at the door. Antonio dived under Adelaide’s bed, and curled up, trying to stay hidden. “Adelaide?” Carlo came in. “Are you my dad?” Adelaide pulled her eyebrows together. “Yes,” his face lit up with happiness. “I woke up,” she pulled her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them. “It looks like you took out your IV and heart monitor,” Carlo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I did. Don’t put them back in please,” Adelaide begged. “Okay,” he chuckled, then left the room. Antonio climbed out from under the bed, and sat on the bed. Throwing the blanket off of her, Adelaide wrapped her arms around Antonio’s neck. He pressed his lips to hers. At a staggering level, Adelaide’s memories of him came rushing back to her. Her heart was flying, and his mind was swirling. Antonio’s breath made her dizzy, and she started gasping. Antonio was gasping too, but he didn’t break the kiss. Adelaide ducked her head into his throat. He kissed her hair, and trailed down her face with little kisses. “Antonio,” her breath was coming in short gasps. “I love you,” he murmured as he kissed her neck. Adelaide’s heart beat even quicker as Antonio mumbled her name over and over again. “You really love me?” she reluctantly pulled away from him. “Yes,” he sighed. Adelaide moved over, and let him lay down next to her. She nuzzled his collarbone softly as her heart burst within her chest. His rapid heartbeat was deafening. Antonio grinned through his tears of joy. She wiped them away, and laid her head on his chest. “Thanks for singing to me,” she wrapped herself around him, and fell asleep. “Your welcome . . . my love,” his tears poured into her hair as he drifted to sleep by her side.If you want to see the third draft, the question is, This is my third draft kiss scene more

Resolved Question: What Would You Do If Your Husband/Boyfriend or Wife/Girlfriend Cheated On You?

While you are thinking, this the list I have compiled in my notepad of what I would do: To the guy caught cheating red-handed: -I would clean out his bank account and penny jar -sell all of his belongings on craigslist and ebay -Force him to smash his testicles with hammers -back-slap him as hard as I can across his face with both of my fists wrapped in broken sharp glass, cement glue, and 70% rubbing alcohol purchased from Walmart and then rub hot pink permanent hair coloring on the bruises -Open multiple credit cards and loans in his name and spend all of the money I had won, go on a cruise, red wine and cigarettes, and donate to charitable events -Auction off the house and car, and then place rat droppings in his cereal mix To the mistress I would do the following: -Also back-slap her as hard as I can across her face and back multiple times with both of my fists wrapped with broken sharp glass and 70% rubbing alcohol, cement glue, and ammonia and bleach purchased from Walgreens (...for ammonia maybe I'll order from ebay) -And then rub vomit green permanent hair coloring on her bruises -Remove all of her savings from her bank account and go on multiple shopping sprees -Purchase authentic battery acid from alibaba.com and melt her face and one of her eyes (she will have to wear an eye patch), and on her scalp thus having permanent multiple bald spots -Open credit cards and loans in her name and spend all of the money I had won, go on a cruise, and donate to charitable events -Embezzle money from her job and wire it to her bank account, and then anonymously notify her job so that she will have to go to prison for 20 to 30 years plus probation -And burn her house down with gasoline and matches (starting from the kitchen) while she is away at the grocery store well...that's all I can think of so far, but I still have to fill up the whole page (I know this list will offend some, but it is just a joke...or is it?)@JOHN: I'm Egyptian you low-life lil' bastard (adult swim)..I see someone has done these things to you already..lol hermaphrodite redneck@ JC: I like your style. let me know if you need me to "fix" those little cheater biotches for you.@Wizard your quite wise and kind, unfortunately for me I may like revenge too much? @Been There Done That, good job for you! that's what I'm talking about @JC yep, your at the south Im at the north cool! much of luck more

Voting Question: Help!! Creative Writing Assignment?

okay got assigned creative writing assignment need help making my story better ill paste it below, thankyou so much ur opinion is much appreciated! :) "Everything happens for a reason" my father explained before he died. I was only thirteen when the outbreak occurred and consequently had no idea what was to come. Years before the out break sickened my father, my mother passed away in a car crash. I had my father to rely on and ask about issues, ever standing and true he was always there for me. I never thought to ask of a way to survive this punishment humankind had brought upon itself. At first the sickness seemed like the flu, but as the days went by the sickness evolved into death. So many people were dying, it was mandatory to stay inside your homes quarantine, My dad had told me that at the hospital when the people died from this sickness, they were only dead for a short period of time. He had told me they were a lot like zombies. When they woke from the dead they were filled with rage, and all they wanted to do was inflict pain. Then he told me they were very contagious. Which is why he wanted me to kill him before he went into a worse state then he was already in. I couldn't stand the pain of doing something like that to my own father, he understood. He told me to go into the living room and get a bag that was in the closet, as I opened the closet door, I heard a single gunshot. Now I was utterly alone. My heart started beating faster and my breathing increased, I didn't have to go into his room to know what he had just done. I couldn't see anything, my eyes were overflowing with tears I collapsed to the floor. For what seemed like decades I cried, until I finally fell asleep. I woke up to thunder, it must have been close because it shook the whole house like an earthquake. I laid there for a few minutes because my energy was still drained even after sleeping. I had to get out of this house, I couldn't stay her any longer and act like my fathers dead carcaus wasn't in the other room. I quickly got up and ran to the open closet, lone behold there was a bag in there, I grabbed it not even bothering to open it up, and jogged into my room. I threw anything into one of my backpacks and prepaired to leave.As I was about to walk out the door something stopped me. I turned around and marched into my dads room walking right past his body and grabbed the picture on his nightstand of me and him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the gun, I grabbed one of the folded towels of his bed and picked the gun up with it and wrapped it up in the towel and put it in my backpack. I walked calmly into the living room and said my final good bye to the house I have lived in my whole life. I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped out into the pouring rain. ***** I was surprised after all that had happened I was still able to walk on my own. I was emotionless, I cried so much it seemed like I had nothing left to be sad, angry, or hurt at. I had to learn to survive on my own. My once beautiful world was now a living hell. And i would have to aclimate to my new life on the road. As I slowly walked dragging my feet on the ground I realized I had no idea where I was headed. I had no family near so I decided I would walk until I made it to my friend Teagans house, she was closer to me then anybody and I figured i'd be safe there. When I got to her door it was slightly open and I could hear a faint crying upstairs, I walked slowly u pthe stairs pausing at the top and continued yo follow the sound of the girls voice. I ended up at the door of Teagans parents room. Gentley I opened the door enough to see most of the room, Teagan was sittting on a chair with her arms wrapped around her legs as if she was trying to hold herself together and if she let go she would fall to pieces ."Teagan!" I yelled as I ran in there. She looked up and when she realized it was me got up and hugged me. While hugging her I looked to the side and saw her father laying in his bed." Teagan, is your dad okay?" she looked at me and opened her mouth but didnt talk, like she was trying not to cry but explain something to me. "He... He's Dead, he died just before you walked in". My heart started pounding" Teagan! was he sick with the recent outbreak? The Flu like symtoms?" She looke at me with a crazed but curious look " Yes, but why the hell does it matter Kate"? I really couldn't comprehend what she said because she was crying, all I understood was yes. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room and slammed the door. "Teagan! Get your clothes, anything you need get it. We have to leave now!" She was confused " Kate, are you alright? What are you talking about, we cant leave remember? The law told us to quaratine ourselves from the outside." more

Resolved Question: Ever been to one of those Rest Stop Washrooms?

This probably isnt the correct place to put this quesion... This question is a little random, I was travelling back to vancouver B.C from Seattle Washington earlier today. I had to be back in vancouver very early that morning. At about two o'clock in the morning I had to pull off at a rest stop in the town of Alger Washington (Alger is about 15 minuets from the border). At this point of the morning the weather had become quite stormy. Not a soul in the parking lot (at 2am I cannot be surprised) so I went into the Rest stop Washroom. Bad idea right there, this had to be the absolute weirdest rest stop I have ever been to. You walk in, and its obvious to see that someone has trashed the place. Over the building loudspeaker you can hear this weird muffled information or weather report playing from god knows where. I could not tell what the information was because the sound was way to muffled to make out any words. And of course, a urinal was overflowing. The lights were flickering on and off as if there was some sort of power failure. After leaving the washroom you have to laugh at the information posted on the bulletin board telling everyone that it may be unsafe to enter the washroom before 7am and after 8pm. Hmmm.. I wonder why? Anyway to wrap this whole thing up I go out to my truck (I was in my '79 Ford Ranger). I got in, turned the key, and found out that the battery was dead as dead can be. That was my own fault, I should have been watching the experation date. Plus, I shouldent have left my lights on when I was trying to make my way the the washroom (there was no lighting, so I improvised) Well I finnaly was able to get my ranger onto a big enough slope to start it without the battery. I guess you could say thank god for manual transmissions. The real ammenity this rest stop had to offer was the sloped driveway! If you have ever been on that strech of I-5 at that time of morning, you would know that no cars are traveling by, so there would be no chance at a jump from another moterist. To make a long story short, I got my truck back to Vancouver, and next time I go to seattle, Alger rest stop will not be on my map! Anyway, sorry of I bored you with my long story, lets hear about some of your experiances at the good 'ole rest stops. more

Resolved Question: Can you help? I am trying to sell my car through auto trader (Diesel Models ford) but think its a scam? read?

Dear Sir/Madam, I am interested in purchasing this vehicle,it suits my requirements perfectly,I run two garages ,one in Dublin and the other in the Spain, i shuffle most of my time between the two. THESE ARE MY TERMS OF TRANSACTION: 1) I AM OKAY WITH THE STATED PRICE ON THE ADVERT. 2) I WILL BE PAYING WITH A BANKER'S DRAFT / CHEQUE WHICH I WILL ALLOW TO CLEAR BEFORE THE PICKUP/SHIPMENT OF THE CAR. 3) I WILL INCLUDE FEES FOR SHIPMENT IN PAYMENT, THIS MY SHIPPING AGENCY WILL USE FOR PICK-UP. The excess funds will go towards covering costs for the shipping Pickup fees,insurance,tax and any other expenses that might be incurred getting it down to the new owner. I will want you to get in touch with the following details if my terms are okay: FULL NAME............................ ADDRESS........................ TELEPHONE NUMBERS...................(Mobile and Land) As soon as i have your details,i can have payment effected immediately (before thursday 23-10-200,all things being equal,we should have this wrapped up by the end of next week. Pls note that you'll have to send on the balance on the funds that you will get to my shipper so he can come attend to the pick up as soon as you make the car ready. I believe that most transaction are based on trust,so i will look forward to a succesful transaction with you. Best Regards, Mr MAXWELL JOHN Email:maxwelljohn01@gmail.com 07031948567 more

Resolved Question: which of these cars is the best deal for the money?

http://www.autotrader.com/fyc/searchresults.jsp?engine=&fuel=&lastStartYear=1981&sort_type=priceDESC&default_sort=priceDESC&systime=&drive=&style_flag=1&body_code=0&seller_type=b&min_price=0&color=&keywords_display=&advanced=&distance=50&doors=&keywordsrep=&highlightFirstMakeModel=&awsp=false&search_lang=en&showZipError=n&rdm=1262633889652&marketZipError=false&keywordsfyc=&search_type=both&transmission=&max_price=3000&max_mileage=&end_year=2011&make=&start_year=1981&num_records=25&certified=&page_location=findacar%3A%3Aispsearchform&address=46805&pager.offset=0&first_record=1 $2,999 •No Photos Used 1994 Ford Ranger 2WD Regular Cab •63,039 miles •Blue 2 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Dimension Ford Lincoln Mercury 1-866-621-8934 •Ford's Regional Headquarters •Impressively Different!! View our inventory Get a CARFAX Record Check Check out the new Ford Ranger in stock today at Dimension Ford Lincoln Mercury $2,995 •14 Photos Used 1994 Toyota Camry LE •203,368 miles •Green This 1994 Toyota Camry 2dr LE Coupe features a 2.2L L4 FI 16V 4cyl engine. It is equipped with a 4 speed automatic transmission. The vehicle is GREEN with a Other interior. It is offered As-Is, extended warranty is available. Does it all!!!! Dare ... View more details 2 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Don Ayres Pontiac GMC Honda 1-888-389-0407 •Certified Used Hondas •7 year / 100,000 mile warranty View our inventory Get a CARFAX Record Check Stock Photo $2,995 •1 Photo Used 1999 Chrysler Town & Country Limited •148,200 miles •Grey This 1999 Chrysler Town & Country 4dr 119" WB Limited FWD Van features a 3.8L V6 SFI OHV 12V 6cyl Gasoline engine. It is equipped with a 4 speed automatic transmission. The vehicle is Grey with a Other interior. - Contact Sales Department... View more details 2 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Don Ayres Pontiac GMC Honda 1-888-389-0407 •Certified Used Hondas •7 year / 100,000 mile warranty View our inventory Get a CARFAX Record Check $2,995 •2 Photos •1 Video Used 1996 Pontiac Bonneville SE •150,432 miles •Green This affordable car was traded by a responsible local customer. It has usual wear inside and good condition outside. More information and photos are available upon request.This 1996 Pontiac Bonneville SE includes: 3.8 liter V6 engine, 4 Doors, 6... View more details 3 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Vorderman Volkswagen 1-866-523-3985 •Visit www.vordermanvw.com •No Games...Just Great Service! View our inventory Get a CARFAX Record Check $2,995 •2 Photos •1 Video Used 1999 Dodge Avenger •150,593 miles •Black Clear Coat A local trade in to meet your strict budget. More information and photos are available upon request.This 1999 Dodge Avenger includes: 4 Wheel Disc Brakes, Cargo Net, Front & Rear Floor Mats, Leather-Wrapped Steering Wheel, Power Locks, ... View more details 3 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Vorderman Volkswagen 1-866-523-3985 •Visit www.vordermanvw.com •No Games...Just Great Service! View our inventory Get a CARFAX Record Check Advertisement $2,995 Reduced •15 Photos •1 Video Used 2003 Chevrolet Venture LS •140,668 miles •Dark Tropic Teal Metal... With the third row seat installed, its like adding an extension to the vehicle. *** HOME OF THE FREE LIFETIME POWERTRAIN WARRANTY. CALL TODAY AND ASK FOR DAVE BRADY FOR COMPLETE DETAILS. *** Air Conditioning,Power Steering,Power Brakes,Power Door ... View more details 5 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Tomkinson Autoland BMW 1-877-290-3873 •FREE Lifetime Warranty! •Full Disclosure Service Record View our inventory View the Free CARFAX Report $2,995 •No Photos Used 1996 GMC Sonoma 2WD Regular Cab •Mileage Unlisted Welcome to Kelley Automotive . Since Jim Kelley started in the automotive business in 1952, our mission has been to service the total automotive needs of our customers. Our vision is to be an organization dedicated to creating lifelong, enthusia... View more details 5 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Tom Kelley Buick Pontiac GMC 1-866-542-3894 •Drive Kelley-Get Value! •One Stop, Largest Selection •Ipfdub> Cars & Transportation > Buying & Selling View our inventory View the Free CARFAX Report $2,995 •8 Photos •1 Video Used 1999 Saturn SC2 •157,910 miles •Purple Look for videos and check us out on facebook, myspace, and youtube! No matter where you are coming from don`t assume that your bank has the best rate. Check with us to see what we can do! Call us at 1-800-724-2210! PLEASE CALL or STOP IN FOR MO... View more details 21 miles from ZIP code 46805 Save this car Custom Car Care Inc 1-866-423-8909 •Sale Prices Everyday! •Financing Solutions For You! View our inventory Get a more

Resolved Question: my S1 and L5 are herniated and degenerative. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

my S1 and L5 are herniated and degenerative. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? I have severe pain and have been dealing with this on and off for almost ten years now. This last time started in August. I could barley walk , I could not bend over or do anything and I mean anything. Now I can walk a bit better. my right foot seems to cause me to trip sometimes. I was seen by a neurosurgeon who admitted me on the spot in to the hospital for testing. I have been having problems with a week foot. Numbness sometimes in both feet and pain that wraps around my back into my groan and causes numbness there as well. I have lost my bladder twice a few weeks ago which is why i was admitted on the spot but the doc didn't believe that I had cauda equina syndrome, but I do have S1 and L5 degenerative disc disease and it seems to be bulging. That doctor ran all sorts of tests some sort of elctro gram test where the stick needles into your legs and back and he said he couldn't find any reason why I was having the type of pain I was describing and the numbness. PAIN DOWN AROUND MY BACK INTO MY GROAN WITH NUMBNESS SOMETIMES AND ALL THE WAY DOWN MY FEET. TO THE SIDES OF MY FEET. I HAD IT DOWN ONE LEG AND HALF WAY DOWN THE OTHER AND THEY SAID THEY COULDN'T FIGURE IT OUT. SO THEY SENT ME HOME In two days I go to another back surgeon. And I'm worried he will say the same thing. He can't figure it out. What can I do or say to convince them that this is something that is not getting better and to help me. Have I said something that mislead them to believe my pain is real. is what I'm feeling not corresponding with what my MRI shows. Which is degenerative disc disease in L5 and S1 and they said something about it being herniated and the S1 my family physician even said is pressing on something and that is why I'm having the pain I am describing. and that my bones look older than my age . I'm 32 and have been in several car accident and also use to to a competitive equestrian rider which sometime getting thrown from the horse happened. I just want to make sure I am affective in communicating what is going on so they can help. I have tried chiropractics, Acupuncture, physical therapy. medication.. Narcotics the gym. you name it I have done it and spent a tone of money at the chiropractors and Acupuncture speacilist more

Resolved Question: Does this sound like a possible money-maker?

While perusing the Dec. 2009 issue of Rangefinder Magazine ( http://www.rangefindermag.com A free subscription is available at the site) I found a brief article about two companies that are working together to offer "wraps" for cars. These "wraps" can be graphics or original photographs. Unfortunately it requires specialized skills to properly apply them but in my opinion it would be pretty cool to have your favorite photo adorning your vehicle. http://www.wraptivo.com http://www.skinit.com Skinit already offers "wraps" for cell phones and laptops so this application is just a large-scale extension. Do you think this would look good on the hood of my car? http://www.flickr.com/photos/drifter45h/1364863173/ Or maybe this one? http://www.flickr.com/photos/drifter45h/4048796836/ This just might be another way for photographers to add to their income stream.Well at least Perki gets the idea. more

Voting Question: Is this part of my story offensive/make me sound ignorant?

There is a part in my story that portrays the mistreatment of Afghan women by the Taliban, the women are required to wear a strict modest dress, called a 'burqa', women were denied education after a certain age, and many many other things: She had never seen them up-close, and now was her chance to. They sat in two rows, one row across the other in an old, battered red Suzuki pick-up truck. Each man had a tall gun by his side and each man displayed a mane of thick, curling beard. They all wore turbans, and some wore sweaters over their shalwar kameez while others were wrapped in shawls and cloaks. Eman did not realize that she had been staring, she quickly turned away but it was too late. “You!” She heard one of them, and she knew the ‘you’ meant her, but she kept walking, pretending not to notice. She heard a soft thud of feet against ground, and then he was standing by her. She stopped and faced him. “Open the bag,” He demanded. Eman would not move. She watched his face. Stern. Ferocious. Unforgiving. She raised the flap slowly, and handed the sack to him. He rummaged through it quickly, the pieces of fabric and needles falling to the floor. A spool of thread rolled under the pick up truck’s tire. Eman bent to pick it up, avoiding his eyes; she stayed on the ground for longer than needed until she felt a firm grasp pull her back to her feet. “What is this?” He waved the book in front of her face, opening it, flapping through the pages. “It’s a book,” The next moment was a blur. The barrel of his gun hit her hard across her face. She felt something warm within her mouth and her tongue involuntarily began to roll around her inner cheek, then she spat blood and a white, chipped piece of tooth. “How old are you?” He questioned. “Nine,” She answered. The man looked surprised, he turned his gaze away, “Where is your purdah? Your modesty? Does your mother have no shame?” “Only women of age do purdah,” “Are you not a grown woman?” She was becoming afraid now, but she wanted to know why these people were always so angry. Why they were always so inhumane, so unforgiving and so unwilling to listen. She wanted to ask. She fell hard against the ground, the debris of rocks and pebbles scraping across her skin. “Are you going to teach me the laws now? After the age of eight-- “Not every girl turns into a woman at that age,” She said it quietly. “A little girl is going to teach me the rulings and laws of the Shari’ah! MashAllah!” The men in the pick-up truck began to laugh. He picked her up by the collar and Eman did something she never though she would ever do. She spat in his face. He instantly released her, not quite sure how to react. The men quieted instantly, their guns at the ready. Eman got to her feet quickly. She broke out into a run, skimming through a crowd of people who had gathered to watch. She heard the distant thunder of an engine coming to life, the heavy slam of a car door. The gunshots began, the bustle of people thinned and suddenly there was a clear path for the truck to chase her. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest and she felt a lump form in her throat. Think. Think. Think. She moved away from the main road, ran into a slim, deserted alley. She silently prayed that they would lose her, but that she would not lose her way home. The rumble of the truck was still there, still behind her. more

Resolved Question: Would you continue reading this if it were a novel?

She had never seen them up-close, and now was her chance to. They sat in two rows, one row across the other in an old, battered red Suzuki pick-up truck. Each man had a tall gun by his side and each man displayed a mane of thick, curling beard. They all wore turbans, and some wore sweaters over their shalwar kameez while others were wrapped in shawls and cloaks. Eman did not realize that she had been staring, she quickly turned away but it was too late. “You!” She heard one of them, and she knew the ‘you’ meant her, but she kept walking, pretending not to notice. She heard a soft thud of feet against ground, and then he was standing by her. She stopped and faced him. “Open the bag,” He demanded. Eman would not move. She watched his face. Stern. Ferocious. Unforgiving. She raised the flap slowly, and handed the sack to him. He rummaged through it quickly, the pieces of fabric and needles falling to the floor. A spool of thread rolled under the pick up truck’s tire. Eman bent to pick it up, avoiding his eyes; she stayed on the ground for longer than needed until she felt a firm grasp pull her back to her feet. “What is this?” He waved the book in front of her face, opening it, flapping through the pages. “It’s a book,” The next moment was a blur. The barrel of his gun hit her hard across her face. She felt something warm within her mouth and her tongue involuntarily began to roll around her inner cheek, then she spat blood and a white, chipped piece of tooth. “How old are you?” He questioned. “Nine,” She answered. The man looked surprised, he turned his gaze away, “Where is your purdah? Your modesty? Does your mother have no shame?” “Only women of age do purdah,” “Are you not a grown woman?” She was becoming afraid now, but she wanted to know why these people were always so angry. Why they were always so inhumane, so unforgiving and so unwilling to listen. She wanted to ask. She fell hard against the ground, the debris of rocks and pebbles scraping across her skin. “Are you going to teach me the laws now? After the age of eight-- “Not every girl turns into a woman at that age,” She said it quietly. “A little girl is going to teach me the rulings and laws of the Shari’ah! MashAllah!” The men in the pick-up truck began to laugh. He picked her up by the collar and Eman did something she never though she would ever do. She spat in his face. He instantly released her, not quite sure how to react. The men quieted instantly, their guns at the ready. Eman got to her feet quickly. She broke out into a run, skimming through a crowd of people who had gathered to watch. She heard the distant thunder of an engine coming to life, the heavy slam of a car door. The gunshots began, the bustle of people thinned and suddenly there was a clear path for the truck to chase her. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest and she felt a lump form in her throat. Think. Think. Think. She moved away from the main road, ran into a slim, deserted alley. She silently prayed that they would lose her, but that she would not lose her way home. The rumble of the truck was still there, still behind her. more

Resolved Question: A tad long but help me?

OKay at the first part I was living back in Newton and my this guy called me over to his house for a New Years Party. It was Shane Dawson (this youtueb guy i am so crushig on). In my dream we were like best friends since we were little kids. And he had this dangerous bipolar thing where if he got sad hed get depressed and suicidal and if he was angrey hed get violent and so mad hed get dizzy).There were a few other people there but it was mostly us hagnign out. He was happy and everythoing was going great. I ended up falling asleep in his bed. He put his arm around me and we slept for hours. Then I felt cold, I saw things in the dream in my dream and I jolted up alone. I was confused. But then Shane's mom ran in crying. She screamed Shane's dad came home tonight drunk and he said somethings and did somethings then he stole your car and sped off. It was 3 am. I jumped out of his bed and ran outside in a tank top and boxer shorts. It was below -10 but I didnt feel a thing. It was pitch black but I was fine. The other people from the pary ran out in jackets, slippers, and carrying flashlights. They started telling me to go right but I refused. They screamed at me thats the way he always goes. I screamd back my gut says go left. So they all walked and searched right. I bolted left. At one point I stepped in broken glass but I didnt care. At the end on the road I saw my car wrapped around a pole. I ran hardfer than physically possible and opened the destroyed door and I pulled Shane out. Suprisingly he was perfectly fine. I hugged him and began to cry. I never wanted to let go. I started saying I thought you were gone. And he held me and whispered Id never leave you. Then he looked at my car and said Im so sorry about the car, I laughed and said I dont care. Im just so happy your alive. Also in my dream I was as skinny as I want to be and my hair was as long as I want it to be. what do you think my dream means also I never saw anything through my own eyes, it was always like a video camera viewno links and i put this question in both catagoriesi admit I have the hugest crush on http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6900000/shane-dawson-sigh-shane-dawson-6969192-402-600.jpg more

Resolved Question: on the fence - thinking i should hop over and run?

first year together, bought him a nice watch he'd been looking at, and beautiful bracelates for his daughters for their bdays... my birthday, we were broke, he took me for dinner and that was it.. no big deal... christmas, gave me a gift certifcate to get my hair done - that was nice, but i got it a week before xmas.... didnt even get to spend xmas with him cause his family didnt like me and he had his kids, so he spent it with his family... new years eve, had our first stupid fight, still went to nyc and had a great time... huge fight on valentines day, didnt get to make my nice dinner... whole day ruined... his birthday comes in march - still not much money, took him to lunch with my parents, got him a cake and a little present he had wanted, they played happy bday over the speakers at the restaurant.. it was cute... our one year anniversary, went to dinner at a nice restaurant, had a fight on the way home, went to bed angry... he goes to italy with kids for 2 weeks w/o me, i stay and watch his families business and get paid all of $8/ hour to be there... still no big deal... he comes home, still help him watch his families buisiness while his parents are away, get paid even less cause he';s making the paycheck now, and giving me a little - though i dont work all that much - so its no big deal... he's trying to open a business for us with his dad, tells me not to worry about getting a job - ok.... dad falls through, decides not to open business, i'm unemployed till april the following year... my bday, get a sweatshirt and sneakers i had wanted, not wrapped, given to me the night before.... xmas, got him a huge remote control car he'd been looking at.. thoguht it was fun... i got a book (actually wrapped) and a certificate to target... his parents like me now, so xmas eve i get to spend with them, most of xmas day, then he saysd to me "do we have to go to your families?" cause he's havcing a good time at his house... we go to my sisters, most of my family is gone by then... his brother comes over from italy, valentines day, a week after he'd been here, we were supposed to go eat, me him and the kids, he calls me and tells me his dad wants to go out just them andhis brother, and i dont get to go.. i get 3 roses, and im mad the rest of the day.. he apologizes... his bday., i still dont have a job, but managed to save enough money to get him cirque du soliel tix for the 4 of us that he had been wanting for months... fought with me the whole drive and then said he was sorry and its the best present anyone has ever gotten him... i dont remember our 2 year anniversary this year... he goes to italy again, this time for 3 weeks with his kids, while i stay home, work and watch his house... he wouldnt have gone if his dad didnt buy him the tix, but apparently i am still not family enough to be a part of it... my bday, get nothing, not a card, not a flower.. nothing more than a happy bday... he didnt come to lunch with my mom, sister, best friend nd his kids with me, and got nothing special for dinner that night either.. it was almost just another day... his 6 year olds bday, put on a huge party, my sister comes and does some zumba kids for the kids, loads of parents, spent a lot of $$... he gets a huge settle ment... he buys loads of equipment for a business he wants to start this year... still, no issues... xmas comes, he spends tons of $$ onthe kids, gives his ex wifes best friend $100 for their kids cause her husband just lost his job, i get him a beautiful watch and the coffee maker he's wanted, i get 2 pairs of PJs, size small and medium, both not my type, one not my size, no reciept, no tags, cannot be exchanged, and a jacket i had wanted, 3 sizes too big... also cant be exchanged... he spent more $$ on the ex wifes friend than me... wants to know what we're doing for new years, got invited by his frineds gf, whom i dont really like... dont really wanna go, but dont have anything else to do... he was like, "well, we spend xmas with your family..." im like, what does that have to do with anything... i loved him so much, but am feeling really disappointed, and sad.. i said last night, "i wanna get my nails done and go get my zumba 2 certification in feb... " thinking he'd offer the $$, since he has it, we've been living together, and i take care of his kids and house... he says, "well, when you have a job and get the $$, you can do whatever you want... " this just doesnt feel right more

Resolved Question: How does this part of my book sound? Please honest opinions?

They walked in silence through the hallway and back into the church. Luca knew he wasn’t coming here to thank the priest. When they arrived at the altar the old priest turned and faced Luca. “You have protected her well, son,” he said. “Now, you have been given someone else to watch over.” Luca nodded. He already knew Catherine had recovered, he had helped her from day one and was the reason she was better. Falling in love with her wasn’t his plan but now he was grateful. He could continue to watch and protect her through the day, when she could see him, and at night she would be none the wiser as she slept. “Yes, Father, I knew she would not need protecting forever,” he said. “When do I start?” “Tonight, my son,” said the priest. “It’s my wedding night, Father- “I’m afraid that’s what you signed up for when you chose to come back and protect, Luca.” Luca knew this and did not continue his argument. The priest handed him a piece of paper and Luca placed it in his trouser pocket. “All the details are on there, now return to your wife and enjoy the rest of your night,” Father Dowling said. Luca shook the priests hand and walked away. He did not want to leave Catherine alone tonight; he had been with her every day for the last year and was not comfortable with her being on her own. But he knew it had to be done. Catherine lay asleep on the hotel bed as Luca traced the red scars on her wrists remembering the first time he saw her. She stood dressed all in black, her hair tied in a low ponytail and her arm wrapped around a frail old man. He watched the body being placed into the ground from the trees that surrounded the graveyard, while he twisted a small diamond ring round his fingers. After the service he watched as she shook hands with other people and waited until she was alone before approaching her. He too was dressed in black and looked like he belonged there today. “Excuse me,” he said, as he approached her. “I’m sorry for your loss. I know, sorry, knew your Grandmother,” he continued. “Thank you, It’s a sad day for us all,” Catherine said, “She was the heart of our family.” They walked together back to the car and Luca took the ring from his pocket. “Your Grandmother asked me to give this to you,” he said, handing her the ring. “It’s her engagement ring,” said Catherine as she took the ring from Luca’s hand. “How did you get this? When did you get this?” “I visited her in the hospital, a few hours before she passed.” “How did you know her?” “I knew her from the book club, years back. I was only young then and she took me under her wing.” “Thank you.” Catherine kissed his check and entered the car. She never seen Luca again for two months but he seen her every night since then. Luca slowly got out of the bed; he kissed his wife on the head and walked out the door. He took the piece of paper out from his pocket and read the details. Outside was quiet, no one would see him when he transformed. He looked down at the ground and his fists clenched together. Two wings, white as snow, emerged from his back. He took one last look at the hotel bedroom window and flew off into the night sky.This is not the start to my book. This is the ending to my first chapter. more

Resolved Question: Do you take your kids to daycare in their pajamas?

I always get my kids up in the morning, get them dressed and comb their hair. Even if I am running late I manage to get ALL 3 of them dressed and put their coats, shoes and hats/gloves on. My daycare provider, in-home care, has 5 other children besides mine and most of them are still in their pajamas when I drop my kids off. I once asked her if it bothers her that the parents never get their children dressed, they just bring clothes for her to dress them and she said that it gets a bit annoying when they bring the kids in soaking wet pee diapers like they just took them out of bed and put them in the car. She said that some of the parents do not even put coats and warm clothes on their kids in the winter, they just wrap them in a blanket and bring them! I am shocked by this. Maybe I am the odd one out here...Do you bring your kids to daycare in their pajamas? more

Resolved Question: car detailing busines advert.?

is it a good idea to wrap your car with ur company's logo and all other info for an adver. more

Resolved Question: Need some help. Pulling a christmas prank on my friend?

So, a bunch of buddies and I are going to wrap my friend's car in wrapping paper. We have a lot of wrapping paper, so i know we should cover it, but what do you guys think of the prank? good, bad, or ugly? cast your comments, criticisms, or ideas below. thank you. - Sax out. more

Resolved Question: Do you make your Christmas tree and wrapping paper a matching style statement?

I do but I don't go overboard and obsess about it. When I was a teenager my mom bought a gift at Bon*Ton for my brother in law and left me to get it wrapped. I chose reindeer wrapping paper and got yelled at big time in the car when my parents found out because "it wouldn't look good under the tree" and was "so embarrassing". She wanted me to choose fancy wrapping paper (told me after the fact)to match her victorian themed tree that she left up all year as a decoration more

Resolved Question: Just thought i'd share a story wit you guys. Read plz.. Isn't it beautiful, and true ?

Touching life story..... A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL. How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? more

Resolved Question: Spiritually speaking, do you have a fast car? Is it fast enough so we could fly away?

So remember when we were driving, driving in your car, speed so fast I felt like I was drunk, city lights laid out before us and you're arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII had a feeling that I belonged... more

Resolved Question: Is my book alright? I need a little help please(:?

Read some of it please, ask if you want more. Don;t tell me I'm a horrid writer, just tell me what I could improve and what you like(: Thanks! Here's half of chapter one, it gets a lot better but I don't want you to have to read the whole thing. And I know it's really girly and descriptive but thats what sells, right? So here: Chapter 1; Set your alarm clock if you’re going to take a nap before your friends’ party. Also, you may want to pick out your outfit ahead of time. Lanie groggily peeled her eyes open. Grunt. Sigh. “What time is it?” She looked over to her silver CB2 nightstand on which her Sony alarm clock sat, glowing bright red. “Crap! Crap, crap, crap! Natalie is going to kill me. Damn my sleeping patterns. How is it already nine?!” She scrambled to her feet, ripping off her Ralph Lauren plaid comforter as it wrapped itself around her feet and sent her tumbling to the ground. “Ouch. Errggg. I have got to stop being so clumsy!” She hopped up, and started to get ready. She ran to her closet, and pulled out her RCVA ‘Armory’ dress, deciding that grey was neutral enough to not outshine whatever Natalie was wearing, which was one of her rules. Never, ever, outshine the birthday girl, it just leads to trouble. She yanked of her American Eagle polka dot pajama set, pulled the dress over her head, and ran to the bathroom. “Eyeliner, eyeliner, where is my friggin eyeliner?!” She pulled open the cabinet and grabbed her MAC eyeliner, in velvet, her favorite. She applied it as quickly, but nicely, as she possibly could, but still ended up looking slightly like a raccoon. “I have to go! It’s gotta’ be nine-fifteen by now, and the party starts at ten”, she said to herself, running over the math in her head, “so if I catch an R, and transfer to an F, I could go to Casey’s and have her drive me there, and we would make it by nine-forty five-ish, if the R is running on schedule. I am such a genius!” She sprinted back to her room to get the rest of her stuff. “Jacket . . . jacket . . . jacket!” She grabbed her black Volcom ‘Commando’ jacket, as she thought it complimented the grey, and her hips, nicely. “Ok, shoes, shoes, shoes!” She grabbed her favorite ones, for parties at least, her Forever 21 ‘Zip Up Peep Toe’ Pumps, which Lydia, her youngest, but biggest boy magnet friend, had convinced her to buy last summer because they were “pretty”. But she didn’t mind, it was just an excuse to buy them, seeing as she had already wanted them. All the needed was her purse, a Gucci ‘Icon Bit’ in black, that she had saved up for over a year to get, and was her prized possession. She saw a sliver of shiny black under her bed, and sprang towards it, yanking it out. “There you are!” The alarm clock read 9:30. “Ahh! I have to go!” She scrawled a quick note for her mom on the first piece of paper she saw. Reading aloud to herself, she wrote, “Mom, went to Natalie’s party, be back around 12. Text me if you need to. Love, Lanie.” After sliding it under her moms door, she yanked her Apple ‘i-Phone’ from her bag and dialed Casey’s’ number as quickly as humanly possible. “Hello?” Casey chirped in her un-naturally quiet voice. “Casey, it’s Lanie, have you left for SoHo yet?” “No, I’m running really late, why?” She said in her ‘I already know your going to ask me to drive you but I’ll ask anyway’ tone. “I think you know, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Alaina said as she rushed out the door. “Fine, but you better hurry up, I'm leaving at exactly nine-forty five.” Casey breathed, slightly annoyed. “You’re a doll, love you babe. See you in fifteen.” Click. “So much for sharing the love.” She rushed down President Street, making a left at the corner and throwing herself into the metro with super-human speed. As she yanked out her Victororias’ Secret ‘Pink University’ wallet as the R pulled in. Grabbing her metro card, she swiped it and ran through just in time to slip into a car before the doors closed. “Yes!” she thought, “I have triumphed once again!” She fumbled around her purse, finally pulling out her headphones, and plugged them into her phone. She pressed shuffle, and let the train take her away. ************ Lanie sprinted down the street best as she could, which was not very well, seeing as she was wearing 4-inch heels. “God, I am such an idiot. Why? Why did I have to pick my highest pair of heels?” No, she corrected herself, “My only pair of heels.” She skidded to a stop outside of Casey’s’ apartment building, an 18th century beautiful brownstone. Whipping out her phone, she dialed up Casey. “Yo, I’m here. Get your tiny butt down here, pronto. We have to haul ass if we’re going to get there on time.” Lanie screeched. “Chill, Lanes. Ill be down in 2 minutes. And may I remind you that I’m the one doing you the favor?” Casey jokingly spat back. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Hurry up.” The line went dead. Lanie shoved her phone back in her pocket, and pushed herself up against the wall. After a couple ofAfter a couple of minutes, Casey came racing out, her short blonde hair bouncing as she ran towards me. She had spiked it on the ends, giving her the whole ‘punk-rock pixie’ look. Casey was Lanies’ most athletic friend, and it showed. She had a rock hard four pack, and was skinny as Paris Hilton. “Oh my god, Casey, your hair is marvy. And you look great. Like, a mix between Jessica Alba and Lauren Conrad. Totally great.” Lanie squealed. “Shut up, Lanes. Lets hit the city baybayyyy!” Casey yelled, drawing out ‘baby’, making her seem like the adorable, female version of a frat boy. They climbed into her shiny red Honda Accord Coupe, Caseys’ ‘baby’, as she referred to it. Lanie liked her car better, a Yellow convertible Mini Cooper, that she had adored for years and had been given to her as a gift on her 16th birthday by her rich grandma. Casey punched on her radio, blaring ‘Tik Tok’ by Kesha, their favorite song to get them in the mood for a party.After a couple of minutes, Casey came racing out, her short blonde hair bouncing as she ran towards me. She had spiked it on the ends, giving her the whole ‘punk-rock pixie’ look. Casey was Lanies’ most athletic friend, and it showed. She had a rock hard four pack, and was skinny as Paris Hilton. “Oh my god, Casey, your hair is marvy. And you look great. Like, a mix between Jessica Alba and Lauren Conrad. Totally great.” Lanie squealed. “Shut up, Lanes. Lets hit the city baybayyyy!” Casey yelled, drawing out ‘baby’, making her seem like the adorable, female version of a frat boy. They climbed into her shiny red Honda Accord Coupe, Caseys’ ‘baby’, as she referred to it. Lanie liked her car better, a Yellow convertible Mini Cooper, that she had adored for years and had been given to her as a gift on her 16th birthday by her rich grandma. Casey punched on her radio, blaring ‘Tik Tok’ by Kesha, their favorite song to get them in the mood for a party.Casey started screaming the lyrics, and Lanie joined in. “I’m talking pedicures on our toes, toes, trying’ on all our clothes, clothes, boys blowing up our phones!” They started laughing at their horrible singing, and were soon in the mood, the ‘let’s party hardy’ mood, as they described it. “Woo!” Lanie screamed as she stuck her head out the window. She looked around, drinking in the people, the bright lights, the smells, the sounds, that city smell, which was like a dumpster full of fancy perfume, honey roasted nuts of every kind, and, something, that Lanie could never identify. She stuck her head back in the window, and flipped open the visor, to survey the damage done by the wind. “Damn, my hair is insane.” Her medium length, choppy, light and dark red hair, she had died it like Haley Williams from Paramore as soon as her dad had caved and let her, was all over the place. She reached in her bag and pulled out a paddle brush, yanking it through her air until it was straight again.. Her phone started to ring, blaring “Chelsea, Chelsea I believe when your dancing Slowly sucking your sleeve, The boys get lonely after you leave, It's one for the Dagger and another for the one you believe!”, the upbeat, catchy song by The Fratellis, one of her favorite bands. “Yello?” Lanie chirped. “Hey hey hey babe, how it go?” Sydney chirped, Lanies’ tallest, modelesque, Twilight obsessed friend, who modeled her pretty, but punk-ish, look after Kristen Stewart, her idol. “ ‘Supp girly?” Lanie asked. “Whereyat?” Syd yelled back in her loud, excited voice. “On our way to SoHo, why?” Lanie, already knowing what she was going to ask, felt slightly stupid for asking. “Come pick me up! I’ll be at the deli on the corner of my street, what do you guys want?” Sydney inquired. “Yo, Casey we’re picking up Syd, what do you want from the deli.” Lanie asked. “We are? Well this is news to me. Okay, uhm, a diet coke.” Casey answered, confused.. “Aight’, one diet coke, one red bull, the big one, and uhhh, a pack of spearmint gum.” Lanie requested. “You got it, see ya’ in 5. Love you!” Click. “Love you too I guess. What is it with people hanging up on me?” They pulled up to the deli, where Sydney was standing holding a white plastic bag, with ‘THANK YOU’ plastered all over it. “BABIES!” Sydney shouted, loud enough for everybody walking by to look at her like she had just escaped from a mental ward. Lanie laughed, and thought to herself, “My friends are effing awesome.” Sydney hopped in the car, throwing their drinks onto their laps. “Ouch, you stupid oafy tard!” They all laughed at Casey, because insults just didn’t sound right coming from her nimble frame.. “LET’S HIT THE CITAYYY!” Sydney shouted, and punched on the radio, and soon enough they were all screaming ‘Hot Mess’ by one of their favorite bands, Cobra Starship. “You’re a hot mess and I’m falling for you, and I’m like, hot damn let me make you my boo, cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah you know what to do!” By the time they pulled up to the Orchid club, it was ten-oh five. “Were five minutes late guys, lets go!” They scrambled out of the car, throwing their keys to the valet, and rushing into the club. Next is chappter, if you wanna read it(: more

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