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my moring routine is...
*mom yells down the hall i roll over
*ten mintues later she knocks on the door
*i get up
*get my blanket
*go sit on th couch till she leaves
*when she leaves i text
*at 7:40 i get up and go to the bathroom
*brush my teeth
*wash my face
*turn the shower on
*get my clothes off my door
*take a 30 min shower
*get out get dress
*now im rushing i get my bag and jacket and put it on the couch
*put my shoes on
*run down the hall and yell to my dad im leaving
*get some bread
*get my neckles
*get my key and id
*walk down the street to the bus stop
*an im there at 8:50
*make it to school at 9:15
~after school is`
*walk home
*unlock door
*throw bag on the floor
*wash hands
*eat some chips
*take bag in room
*text
*get on youtube
*dance
*call my mom
*clean bathroom
*find something to wear for 2 morrw
*ask my mom what there is 2 eat
*call my boyfriend
*take a shower
*call bestfriends
*eat*go to bed
~sometimes its diffrent though
BEFORE
after my alarm going off ten times (yes I do set 10 alarms) I get up.
get dressed
grab some brekkie if I have time
brush teeth
cleanse, tone, moisturise face
do hair
do make-up
think what subjects I have that day and stuff some books in my bag
grab final things I need for school (iPod, phone, lip balm, money, keys)
sprint up the driveway and just get the bus
AFTER
stumble down the driveway (I have jelly legs after the long bus ride home)
unlock door and go in
get changed into jammies
take off make-up
get something to eat
work out til 5
watch friends
call a friend
watch hollyoaks (usually recorded if I think it's going to be a long call)
have dinner
go on the computer and go on various sites and msn
then text a few people
go for a shower
maybe watch some late night telly, like Family Guy or CSI if it's on
go back on the computer and listen to music while messing about in my room/or messing about doing something else around the house
do my homework at about 12
muck about a bit more, text a few people and see if there up. if they are it will likely result in a long phonecall, usually lasting til 3 in the morning.
apply body moisturiser
brush teeth
cleanse, tone, moisturise face.
pee.
maybe flick through a magazine.
set 10 alarms.
go to sleep.
Ahhhh, it's a fun life :)
Late......realllllllly late....haha. i have soooo much going on right now though, its abso-fucking-lutly crazy. haha. im loosing my head. =] ne ...
I may just be jumping to conclusions, but she goes to the bathroom after eating lunch everyday at school, and she's in there for a good 10 minutes or so. At first I just fiured she took a while, but then she started going everyday (she use to only go during her time of the month). Recently, she was saying something about her needing to loose weight, but she is skinny. She doesn't have rock hard abs or anything, but shes pretty fit. When I told her that she was skinny, she said that she's not and she has rolls (and if she does you can't tell at all), and one day she tried to eat just a pear for lunch (but found she was too hungry when she got home, so that plan failed). Today she was looking at the carbs on a bag of chips. I don't want to say anything to her and be wrong. I was thinking about going to the bathroom after she leaves and if I get caught just say that my hands were sticky and I had to wash them. Am I crazy? What should I do?
By the way, today I did suggest to her to go before we get food and eat, (one day she was in the bathroom when the bell rang, so I took advantage of this to try to see if she would) and she was like "No, I'm hungry. I cant wait that long. I only have to go after I eat, I think it's the water" or something like that, but it was a very awkward answer. Also, I haven't noticed a loss of weight, but I usually see her from the other side of the lunch table, and when were getting lunch, I'm next to her and not really looking at her body, so I might not notice it right away.
Talk to your friend when you are alone and she cant avoid the topic. Tell her what you have noticed and just come right out and ask her. She probably will deny it, whether its true or not, but it may deter her from doing it after lunch. Tell her that you are her friend and if she has an eating disorder it can be very dangerous to her health. Offer to be there for her whenever she needs you. You could even offer to start a healthy eating plan together. Plan out healthy meals and snacks ahead of time. If she refuses your help and you continue to think she is bulimic, then you need to tell a school counselor or her parents. She will get mad at you for doing this so expect it, but its better to have her alive and mad at you than dead and you do nothing.
we had to write a story about a girl that comes home to find her front door is ajar. this is my story. please tell me if its good or not? please and thankyous.....::]
Walking home from school, I can’t decide whether I should go straight home or take a little detour to Oscar’s Pizza. I mean it’s right on the way, I won’t be missed much. “Better go straight home, you’re already in trouble from last weekend.” The little voice inside my head tells me. I sigh, walk past the pizza place, and go straight to my house. Living in Brick, New Jersey, I never expected anything corrupt to ever happen in my little neighborhood of Birchwood Park. That’s why, when I walked down the street and found my front door to be ajar, I stopped and thought. From the end of my driveway, I could see the white door behind the screen door was slightly opened. Not a lot to be totally noticeable, but also not very little to where you couldn’t tell that it was open. The cold winter air around me sent chills up my spine as I slowly take the steps that lead up to my house. I silently curse myself for not wearing a warming jacket in this freezing December weather.
Should I go up any farther? What if something terrible has already happened? You wouldn’t expect anything messed up to happen in Brick, but things happen, and I would know. I stand there in solitude waiting, wondering. I can imagine myself running into the house, walking into the living room and my mom in the kitchen yelling, “Jenna, what do you want for dinner tonight?” she always asks once I walked through the door. Not even giving me time to put my book bag down.
I walked up my broken stone driveway, the white siding of my house seeming as grey as the sky above me. Further and further I walk to my house. Finally I make it to the ramp leading to my deck, where my door stands. The air outside seems to get colder and colder with every step I take. The trees, the leaves, the snow, all untouched around me. Dialing 911 on my cell phone, I keep my thumb on the call button as I approach the door. Using my foot, I slowly inch my door open silently. That’s where I find her. Blood covered the floor beneath her. I ran to her, ran to my bleeding mother on the floor. I quickly checked her pulse, nothing. She was dead, I was too late.
Tears began to form in my eyes, and I let them. 911 on my phone still, I’m just about to call when a set of cold strong hands grab my throat. Dropping the phone, but not before I press the call button, I try to scream out but am unable to. “Let go,” I choke out. I hear the ringing of my phone and kick it underneath the coffee table, so the man won’t hear it. “And let you call the police and turn me in? I do not think so.” The hands around my neck got tighter and tighter, until my breath came out in short little gasps. I could feel myself losing consciousness, that’s when my dad bursts out through his bedroom door. “Get your hands off my daughter.” He says, holding his deer hunting gun in his hand.
The man drops his hands and heads for the door. Out he runs, though he is stopped by the police. Though we hadn’t given them any information on where we live, we had stayed on the phone long enough for them to trace the call. The man, one of FBI’s wanted serial killers, is caught and arrested. The doctors tried, but my mother was already dead by the time I had walked through the door. As they clean up the crime scene, my father takes ahold of me and hugs me. “I came home just a few minutes ago. Saw the man and you through the window. I panicked, went through the back door, got my shotgun and made it through my door just in time. I’m sorry, I was too late for your mother, my wife.” My dad says to me in a solemn voice. I hugged my dad tighter, tears escaped my eyes. “It’s okay dad, I was too late too. We were all too late.”
THE END
Whoa. Very dramatic, and it's fascinatingly excellent how your main character echoes that human fear that "that sort of stuff only happens to other people."
Little Johnny is taking a shower with his mother and says, "Mom, what are those things on your chest!?" Unsure of how to reply, she tells Johnny to ask his dad at breakfast tomorrow, quite certain the matter would be forgotten.
Johnny didn't forget. The following morning he asked his father the same question. His father, always quick with the answers, says, "Why Johnny, those are balloons. When your mommy dies, we can blow them up and she'll float to heaven." Johnny thinks that's neat and asks no more questions.
A few weeks later, Johnnys' dad comes home from work a few hours early. Johnny runs out of the house crying hysterically, "Daddy! Daddy! Mommy's dying!!" His father says, "Calm down son! Why do you think Mommy's dying?" "Uncle Harry is blowing up Mommys' balloons and she's screaming, "Oh God, I'm coming!"
Little Johnny goes to school one day and the teacher has a brown paper bag
She reaches her hand in it and says it's round, it's got a stem, and it's got a leaf.
Little Johnny raises his hand and says it's an apple, it's an apple.
Then he says now let me give you one.
He reaches his hand in his pocket and says it's round, it's hard , and it's got a head.
The teacher says Ohh Johnny that's grose.
Little Johnny says no it's a quater but I like the way you're thinking.
Little Johnny sees his Daddy's car passing the playground and going into the woods.
Curious, he follows the car and sees Daddy and Aunt Jane kissing.
Johnny finds this so exciting and can barely contain himself as he runs home and starts to tell his mother excitedly.
"MOMMY, MOMMY, I WAS AT THE PLAYGROUND AND DADDY AND...."
Mommy tells him to slow down, but that she wants to hear the story.
So Johnny tells her. "I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went to look and Daddy was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her shirt, then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his pants off, then Aunt Jane laid down on the seat, then Daddy...."
At this point, Mommy cut him off and said, "Johnny, this is such an interesting story, suppose you save the rest of it for supper time. I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight."
At the dinner table, Mommy asks Johnny to tell his story.
He describes the car into the woods, the undressing, laying down on the seat, and, "Then Daddy and Aunt Jane did that same thing Mommy and Uncle Jeff used to do when Daddy was in the Army."
A few months after his parents were divorced, little Johnny passed by his mom's bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, "I need a man, I need a man!"
Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times.
One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her.
Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, "Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!"
A Johnny come lately
When I least expected it, I found Compassion. It was there on the corner of Elm Street. I was down to my last ten dollars and cold from last night’s rain. As, I looked up at the sky, there were gray clouds moving in for more rain. The different color leaves fell down on the wet side walk from the big old oak trees. The hood on my black jacket was up, protecting my face from the cold, the best it could, with my hands in my pockets, trying to keep warm. That’s when I looked over to my left, and there was a little old diner that I saw last night, when it was closing up.
I walked in through the front doors still seeing the help wanted sign in the front window. It was eleven in the morning and the place was packed with people eating lunch. I made my way around some tables and chairs and went to a counter in the back of the diner, were I saw the cash register was. There was a middle age black man working there that had a greasy apron on.
“Excuse me, Lenard?” I asked, as nervous and scared I was down inside, I saw the name Lenard on his name tag pinned to his red shirt.
“Yeah, what’s it to you?” He said in a hateful tone and he didn’t even look up from the money, which he was counting in the cash register.
“Well, I just saw the help wanted sign.” I said looking down at my shoes. I saw the mud that was on my boots from walking around the town last night in the rain. The beautiful brown suede was wet and drying in a hard texture.
He looked up and stared at me, with a grin on his face, “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” I said looking at him, feeling the guilt on my shoulders for lying, my real age was seventeen.
“Sure you are, now will you run home or better yet, get to school, I need to finish this.”He said to me as he looked back down at the ten dollar bills and writing something in a book.
“No seriously, I really need a job. I graduated from high school last year.” I said in my pleading voice, I was desperate, and would do anything.
“Do you live around here?” He asked slamming the cash register door shut. Was he annoyed?
“Uh, well I just moved here.” I said looking down at my boots again and feeling the guilt pile up on my shoulders. Lately, it seem like I lied on a regular bases. I wouldn’t know the truth anymore if I stared it straight in the face.
“Well, I guess I could give you a job. We do need the help here and everything, anyways have you had any experience at being at waitress?” He asked looking at me.
“Well not really, but I would always fix dinner at home all the time.” I said looking back up, feeling hope in my stomach along with butterflies.
“As good as any, I guess.” He mumbled and turned his head to yell back into the kitchen, “Jane! Get this young lady a uniform!”
He waved his hand for me to walk behind the counter and to go back to the kitchen were Jane would give me the uniform; I thanked him and pushed open the Kitchen door. Jane was a sweet elderly lady with white curly hair that outlined her face. She was short and reminded me of those innocent grandmothers on old television shows. She walked up to me, carrying what seemed to be my uniform: a blue-gray skirt and matching top that had a white color and buttons down the front.
Jane held it up to me and said, “I hope this fits you, sweetie. This is the only size we have.”
“Oh I’m sure it will.” I said smiling.
She told me that the bathroom was in the back of the diner and I could change in there. Also, that I could leave my two cloth brown bags, which I was carrying, by the door. I thanked her as well and walked back there. The uniform just fit me; I tried to pull down the skirt, seeing that it was really short. I looked down at my brown suede boots that went up to my knees along with the uniform and thought how hideous it looked and sighed as I pushed open the door. I sat my clothes, which I was wearing today, in one of my bags, by the bathroom door and walked back to the kitchen.
“Well it’s a good thing you’re not any taller.” I heard Jane say, as she was smiling. She waved her hand for me to walk over to her, “Oh sweetie you’ll need to put your hair in a pony tail, you’ll going to be waiting on tables and we always get crowds during lunch time.”
I told her I didn’t have a hair tie; so she got me a rubber band. I pulled my long red hair out of my face and into a long pony tail. She handed me a white apron that tied around my waist, which had some pockets in the front. I thought about how lucky I was too have a job and tired the apron around my waist.
She handed me a small white notebook and blue point pen, which was what I was suppose to write down in, when I would take the customers orders. I stuck in down into a pocket in my apron and smiled. While that was going on, she told me that my area of customers will be the back tables of the diner.
Then she yelled, “My goodness, were my manners!? Please forgive me, I have not asked you what your name is yet.”
“Oh, th
It seems good. When it says, it seem like I lied on a regular bases, it would sound better as: it seemed like I lied on a regular basis. Also when a character says something and you add a tag, like "I am hungry," he said. It's a tag and not the beggining of a new sentence so you put a coma and then the he said. But other than that it's really good.
A Promis Kept. | My Chemical Romance
High school flew by faster than I could realize it. Just like any other teenage girl, I got lots of pimples, even more cramps and I fell for stupid guys who broke my heart in the end. My makeup got darker, and I had posters of My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Avenger Sevenfold and Paramore all over my bedroom walls. Jamie started to study films and I took an interest in writing and screenplays. After school activities like Drumline, Color Guard and tennis practice became regular for me, and Jamie and I saw less and less of each other. Our room has posters on the walls, new clean sheets are on the beds, our clothes are in a small closet and two desks are sitting in front of the window. The walls are a tan color and the carpet is gray, not exactly appealing, but it will do. A Black & Decker coffee maker is sitting on the desks along with stacks of books. Boxes are along the wall leading to the door and a very small refrigerator is in the corner, and it is filled with Red Bull and coffee creamer. Emily, Katie, Alex, Justin and Louis are waiting by the entrance talking. We say hello and then we go in and sit at a table. We talk about college, and about some good times during high school. Justin was talking about becoming a teacher, Alex is going to Europe in a week for acting school and Emily wants to become a lawyer. Time goes by so fast; it just seemed like yesterday that we were in our freshman year. Tick. I pull out across the street into the Barnes & Nobel parking lot. Jamie and I both need to get some last minute books for school and it is nice just to look around. I find some screenplays and novels to compare to the movies, and after I got what I needed I move over to the Music and DVD section and I started to look for some new music. I picked up a CD of Green Day and Mayday Parade and put them on top of my books. I walk over the Starbucks Café and order a Pumpkin Spice Frappe and I sit down and start reading a book called, ‘Elsewhere.’ The Doctor comes in and stands next to my bed and tells me what happened. “Allison, you partly went through the window on the door and you hit your head really hard. You have cuts all over you body, your wrist is broken, your head needs to heal for a while, and you sprained your foot badly. When the paramedics got there they were lucky that they could save you, and your friend was already gone. They found you partly under the dash and your head and arm was broken through the window. We couldn’t do anything for your friend and I’m sorry for your loss.” I didn’t want to say anything and afterward he asked my simple questions to see if I would remember simple things. Then he leaves and I ask to go to the bathroom. A nurse comes over and helps me into a wheelchair and goes over to the bathroom. The nurse and Emily help me over to the toilet and I go to the bathroom, I flush and stumble my way over to the sink. I pull off my mint green gown and put it on the sink. Stitches run up ¾ of my thigh, my arms are all cut up from the glass and dried blood is all over them. My chest has black and blues all over and bandages have blood coming from them, from me moving around. I look up in the mirror, even though I don’t want to, the top of my head has a bandage over it, my left eye is black and swollen. Small cuts are all over my face and neck, and I have a big gash going from my bottom lip down to my chin. My cheeks are all puffy and a purple color, it burns to cry and Emily comes in and puts my gown back on. I sob because I look like a monster, because if hurts to move, it hurts to cry, and most of all because my best friend is gone. She’s never coming back. An hour later the nurse comes in and checks my IV and gives me my lunch. Then the doctor comes in and asks me some more questions. He said that he wants to keep me here for a couple more days and then he will let me go home. Over the next week people came in to see me, some close family and friends, and I still sleep a lot and the doctors put a cast on my arm and I still have cuts on my body. My doctor comes in and says I can go home. Louis and Katie help me get my clothes and all my cards and stuffed animals that people sent me. Louis drives me home and carries my things in my dorm room. I go in and we sit on my bed and I look at all of Jamie’s things, untouched and just the way she left everything. I turn and I cry on Louis’s shoulder and he just puts his arms around me. Then he leaves and I sit on the floor and go through some of her things. I find this shoe box with some old pictures, things that she drew, stories that I wrote and just some memorable moments. I also find a folded up notebook paper, I open it and at the top it says, ‘Things to do before we die.’ It suddenly comes back to me; I remember promising her that we would finish it, together, no matter what. I hear a knock on my door and I get up and open it to see Emily standing there. She comes in and I ask if she will take me to see Jamie. We get in her car and we drive to the cemetery. I limp over to a marker that says, ‘Jamie K. Miller. February 17, 1989 to August 2, 2010.’ I keel down and cry and say, “I am so sorry. I can’t believe this, this can’t be real. Oh God, please come back. I’ll do anything, just come back. I’m sorry this is my fault.” I pull out our paper and say, “I found this last night, and I’m going to finish it for you. I promised and I will. No matter what right? I’ll never leave you and we’ll always be friends, I will definitely, always and no matter what keep that promise.” I get up and Emily takes me back home. “Will you come on a trip with me? I know this is last minute and everything but?” I get on the train and listen to my Ipod and fall asleep. I wake up and we’re already here and I walk around until I find a hotel to stay in. I check in and go up to my room and e-mail Emily. Then I open the list and look, ‘#2. Go to a My Chemical Romance concert!’ So I go on their website and order tickets for December 3 in New York City, which is in four days. It gets late and I go to sleep. The next morning I get up and get a shower and go down and get breakfast in the dining room. After that I go out to the streets and walk into some shops and then make my way over to Carlos Bakery. I go in and order some colonies, lobster tails, and cupcakes and Buddy comes down to the shop. I get my picture with him and after I go down and sit at the park and eat some pastries. I walk around and I find Maxwell’s and I go in to see what band is playing and they were alright. I spent one more day in Hoboken and the next two in New York City. I went to the Statue of Liberty, the Rockefeller Center, walked through Central Park and saw American Idiot on Broadway. It was December 3 before I knew it, and I’m wearing my, My Chemical Romance t-shirt and sweatshirt. I go through security and find my seat and say to myself, ‘Jamie this is for you. This is probably the most important to you.’ All four of the guys come out and everybody starts screaming and it’s amazing. They sing ‘Helena’, ‘The Ghost of You’, ‘Skylines and Turnstiles’, ‘Famous Last Words’, ‘Welcome to the Black Parade’, ‘ Na Na Na’, and ‘The Only Hope for Me Is You’. Soon enough it is over and it was the best night of my life. I go back to the hotel and plug my camera into it and download all the pictures and videos on it. I pack up my things and I get to sleep. The next morning I make my way to the airport and the list says, ‘#3. Go to Chicago.’ I get a ticket and make my way to the plane and I sit next to an old man. I listen to my Ipod, once again, and fall asleep for most of the flight. We land safely and I get a cab to take me to my hotel. I go out for the night and take lots of pictures and eat at a restraint and go in some more shops. I spend the next two days in Chicago looking at the famous Archway; I go to the House of Blues and just walk around the beautiful town. My last day there, I go into a coffee shop and Katie calls me. “Hey, so where are you now, I want to come out and see you?” she says. I get off the plane and take a bus to the hotel, Caribbean Beach, and go to our room. Katie comes in about an hour after me and I show her the concert and then we go over to the Magic Kingdom. Over the next week we go to all the parks and go on too many rides to keep track of. We eat more food this week than we do in a month. We have a great time and it was one of the best vacations that I have ever gone on. We get a plane back to Pennsylvania and we talk most of the plane ride. When we land Katie drives me to my dorm room and I take all of my things in. I leave my bags packed and put some of Jamie’s things in the leftover boxes and I keep some of her things and I’ll give some to charity. I fall asleep around 9:30. The next morning I go into one of my classes and I give my teacher a rough copy of a story I wrote about two friends and a promise that one of them made. She reads it and she says that she wants to send it to one of her friends in publishing in New York City. I leave feeling great and I pack up some more things, and go over to Emily’s and Louis’s apartment for a couple of days. Then when I went back to get the last of my things a woman calls on my cell phone saying that she would like that if I could come to New York and find an apartment there. She also said that she would love to publish the book and she would love to hear some of my other ideas. ‘#5. Write a story and get it published.’ I go over to the cemetery and tell Jamie about my trip and how much I still miss her. I’m leaving for New York tomorrow and I hope that I will do alright there by myself. I made a scrapbook of the trip and I look at it sitting next to her and I cry a little bit, but mostly talk about good times that we had. I lay the list down on the ground and I see one last thing that I didn’t see earlier. ‘#6. Be best friends FOREVER!’ I look up at the sky and start to cry a little bit and say, “Now, that is one promise that I will always keep. No matter what. No matter what.”
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