We will help you get your mom off drugs!

I need to know what u guys think about the guys that I have chosen my characters to look like. Here are descriptions:

@Daniel-Has never been social, only child, his parents never fight in front of him, he has a really good life. His dad writes romantic poetry, so Daniel wants to find his “true love”. He has had dreams of a girl, scenes of what she does a few days at school or on weekends, and he really wants to find her. Hes kinda sensitive, he wants to help the girl, and he pays the bills to own a house for him, his adopted siblings (Hailey and Andrew), and his girlfriend (which is the girl from his dreams).

@Scott-Is the best friend to Daniel’s gf (has been for several years). He secretly loves her, but loves her enough to not rush her. His main priority is to keep her safe, safe from people such as his fraternal twin brother, Law (the girl’s ex that had abused her). Scott lives with Law, and his drug addict mom that never talks to them, and is always out. Scott is the good twin, and Law is the bad twin, in a perspective. Eventually, his best friend leaves him, and he becomes depressed. I want him to be cute/hot because I want readers to either like Daniel, or Scott.

@Law-He cares for no one. Has no respect for anyone. He is abusive. He gets into lots of trouble. He doesnt care about the law. His full name is Lawrence, but no one calls him that. He needs to be hot at least, because a lot of girls are willing to do anything to be with him.

OK, here are the pictures!

Daniel-

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Scott-

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Law-

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I want to know if it is me or I am crazy,Please help, Ok Im 27years old I have been drinking on and off for years and for the last three weekends I have came home and drank I live with my boyfriend of two years whom I love very much, and he does not work and pays no bills(also he paid 2400$ to get us in this place and in his eyes I have forever been in debt to him) and my mothers husband just lost his leg in a motorcycle accident I have been very stressed and trying not to drink but I have been coming home every weekend to find that my house is a mess,and he needs me to drive him to the store etc.and the cats have not been taken care of,also my boyfriend has been smoking pot with our female neighbor and speaking w her while im gone all week and this bothered me very much and I would come home and not had any intentions to drink and he would start in right away telling me Are you gonna drink fucking alcoholic slut basically anything he can to hurt me and I begged pleaded and cryd and told him I cant have him hanging out with that neighbor smoking pot and conversating (he is not supposed to be smoking at this point)……soooo he promises me he wont….low and behold he quits smoking pot and continues talking to this woman while im gone working and paying the bills(mind you he has no car and I have to drive him anywhere)also he says its just friends and to be honest I don’t think its appropriate to do so while im gone all week knowing it makes me uncomfortable……sooo this last weekend I come home early go to the store buy steaks n good eats for the night and rented a movie(also not I did not buy any alcohol cause I did not intend to drink at all) …. first thing he says to me is I know all about you and you have done this and that and it would take me to long to right point being also while I was gone he started talking to my cousin sadie and she told him basically 1/3 truth and 2/3rds absolute bullshit and I went ballistic because I being attacked by him and he was believing all the crap she was telling him(also it was not about cheating or anything it was things about my alcoholism from the past and she lied about things I have done she told him that I had wrecked my grandmothers car that I had burnt alot of bridges and crazy shit that he ate up in a heart beat not to mention she is very pretty and he falls for that crap) sooooo I was crying and very upset and told him I couldn’t take this anymore and low and behold I left and got very very drunk (bad descion) ultimately it boils down to this am I crazy drunk or do I need to remove myself from this situation please help!!
Also his reasoning behind stressing me out is that hes concernd about my well being and thats why he was talking to them but I think thats crap when I make an effort and out and out tell him what will help me and I cant see how calling someone names and accusing them of lies and saying yaa go put all your money down your throat thats what your gonna do anyways I know all about you, is gonna help any alcoholic but please tell me if im wrong I need answers

We have 2 kids together ages 3 and 12 months. He has a long history of drug abuse but he *was* sober when we were together (he fell back on it once, and got sober again)
anyways the last 2 months of our relationship he cheated on me, I was obviously blind to it, because I did not find out till a month after we broke up. He also fell back into drugs, I had a hunch he did, but I wasn’t sure.
I am finishing up my education to be a cosmetologist and also getting my bachelors degree in psychology, in high school I was in honors, also a mentor with straight A’s.
He on the other hand is a high school drop out, tried getting his GED, but he failed and never went back. He is unemployed and never qualified for any jobs he went to.

I kept asking “why? why did he leave me?” and every one that answered (friend, family on both sides) kept saying “its because your too good for him” or “he is on drugs.. people love drugs more then they love people”

as he was breaking up with me it went something like
“oh my gosh… I’m going to be a single mother on welfare aren’t I?”
“no, your too smart to ever get on that! trust me. and me? well I’m just pathetic…”
“but I love you”
“how do you even know what love is?”
“because I can just feel it, and I know”
“well I NEVER have!”
“so all those times you said you loved me was a lie?”
“yeah sorry”

he seemed like he loved me, and proved it.
do you think he truly knows that I am too good for him, and did not want to put me and our kids through the pain and suffering from his being a drug addict? his mom is a drug addict and he had to live with her and had a horrible childhood.

he wont answer my phone calls, he wont call me, he doesn’t want to see his kids, he did not even call our youngest on his birthday. Do you think he is trying to do us a “favor” ?
He also broke up with me for the girl he cheated on me with, she does drugs also, I kinda have a feeling she is just there because misery loves company.
I’m only in the beginning of psychology, I have YET to get to drugs and mental behavior.

Misunderstood
As I looked into your gentle eyes
I could see no harm
You were simply an uncle to me
A brother to my father
A son to my grandfather
A godfather to my sister
I couldn’t see the power you sought
When your mother passed away
And no one was there to favor you
The attention you craved
Reached and satisfied through fights with your loved ones
I didn’t understand why you had to clash with everyone
When you threw that first punch at my father’s face
Still wanting to act like a child
Because it was all you had left
I didn’t understand
When you became so withdrawn
From the love that your family shares
You’re caught in between two worlds
Trapped and consumed by your childlike behavior
The tension was unbearable
I couldn’t stand seeing the family torn
You know it shouldn’t be this way
You turn to alcohol as your only comfort
Lengthening the distance between you and your family
Why can’t things return to the way they used to be?
Seen through the eyes of a child
Flawless
But the alcoholism consumes you
You’re huger for power leaves you lonely
You can’t seem to comply
With the respect we had for you
Lost, forgotten, disrupted
Through the pain and tears you’ve caused

good girl are fall for the same dumb drug addict, ditch school…every time his mom give him money he spend it on drug. every single day,and cheat on his girl friend.

I mean is that what everything you girl wanted in a man?

sorry i am just so confused about it.

My son is only 5 months old and he has been living with me and my parents since his birth. i am 18 years old and a first time mom. I may be young, but i am doing my best at raising my child. I am a full time college student seeking my nursing degree and since i got pregnant i have changed my entire life. I got my G.E.D and started college as soon as i found out i was pregnant. i do have a past with drugs and alcohol in high school but that was before i had my son. My son’s father, however, has not changed his life. He still uses and abuses drugs and works part-time at walmart. He has agreed to his parent’s petition for them to become my son’s guardians. he agree’s he is unfit and states that i am too. his parents believe that i have anger issues and do not have a stable environment for my son. i was staying at my boyfriends house often and would sometimes spend the night at his home with my son. My boyfriend has 2 children of his own that he sees every weekend and my son would sleep in his daughters crib when his children were with their mother. That is the only thing that could be considered “unstable”. they are trying to say i cant financially take care of my son because i dont have a job. welllllll hello, im working on my degree so i can have a good paying STABLE job. They have lots of money and have even told me they are expecting me to agree with them because i cant afford a lawyer. i did retain a lawyer and have been reponding to their petition. i DO NOT agree that they are proper caregivers. i am his mother and my son belongs with me. they may have money, and a decent home but so do i. they live right down the street from me. My son is 5 months old and doesnt need to be in the custody of his grandparents when they raised a drug addict and the drug addict still lives with them!!! not to mention he went to rehab and has overdosed and was even flatlined because of his addiction. please give me some reassurance. I feel lost and dont understand why someone would try to take my son from me when i am not doing anything abusive or neglectful to my child. i love him with everything i have and i am trying to make a better life for both of us by getting an education. i understand that i made a mistake my having a child with a drug addict but this baby deserves the world and im trying to give him above and beyond. he is happy, healthy, and when im at school he is with my babysitter whom is a responsible friend or he stays with my mother. please help…….

My biological father is an alcoholic way back before i was born. My mom couldn’t handle his abusive behavior that she left us when i was 6 & went to another country.My grandma took care of me while my grandfather supported us financially. My dad didn’t finish high school & was more interested in hanging out with his alcoholic friends.He has been jobless ever since & doesn’t care about working to earn a living since he was dependent on my grandfather. Since i was a child, i live in guilt, shame, anger & fear bec. everytime he comes home drunk, he is a loudmouth, angry & wouldn’t care less if the stereo’s speakers was blasting so loud late at night in our apartment that neighbors complain about how nuisance we are.I feel so much shame as i hid in my room crying with much hurt & pain waiting for the nightmare to end. I had low self-esteem.I get so angry at him that in my mind i wanted him to die or I would think of killing myselfThings became more difficult for me when my grandmother had a stroke & Alzheimer’s that I could no longer lean on her anymore for comfort.For years, the nightmare brought by my father continued & so is my darkest moments of despair as I try to focus on my studies while hiding in my room bearing the hurt & shame.Yes there are normal days when he is sober but when he is drunk & rowdy again, it seems that the bright & sunny world I once knew suddenly turn stormy as hell for me.I feel I wanna run away, scream, cry & shout but nobody listens & understands. By God’s grace I was able to finish Business Administration in College.I am 21 now but my dad still has his habit. He tends to quit for a few days or weeks but then he goes back to drinking again esp. when he gets to save money that my well-off aunt gives him allowance daily out of sympathy.My aunt takes care of the utilities since my grandmother, their mother, lives together with us in the apartment. I took the graveyard shift cashier job in an Internet café that my aunt owns as a way of escape & avoid experiencing the trauma to avoid my father’s drunkenness as much as possible. But fate seems to be playing at me bec. my dad sometimes is drunk early in the morning or in the afternoon & it leaves me so bitter & angry again towards him, others around me & myself. I get so angry again that I swear & cursed my own father. As a Christian, this really saddens me & is so hard for me to try to live a life without anger & hate when life itself forces me to do so. I feel so alone & dejected. I never have a boyfriend maybe bec. I don’t seem to trust men or have not found yet found someone who would be serious & accept my family’s situation. I still pray that one day my dad would finally finally quit drinking & be a real father to me. In our Asian country, I don’t know yet if we have support groups like Al-Anon. Right now, I am dying to settle a normal life for awhile but I am still anxious at the moment bec. I still can’t find a decent job once I quit the cashier job. And if I get a new daytime job, I dreaded the thought if I have to live again the nightmare when my dad gets hooked to drinking again in the evenings. I am so sick & tired of living this way.In our culture is really different bec. children are still responsible for their parents even when they are beyond 18 years of age. But now I plan to rent a place of my own so I could have a peaceful place to run to when I come home and find him drunk again. I think I couldn’t bear any longer like before. I had enough of the trauma since I was a kid. Am I being selfish if I will start to live on my own and try hard to escape from home when he gets drunk? But my grandmother is still living in our apartment and I don’t want to leave her when I know she has short time left with us. But I am really affected by my dad’s alcoholism. I tried to advise him but the advise just feel on deaf ears. I must admit we don’t talk so much at all and I am not open to him bec. it’s hard to establish a close relationship with him bec. he tends to easily misinterpret and get angry at things bec. a dominant person he is. I am anxious also since I will be the one to take care of my father’s allowance bec. my aunt made a deal that she will quit giving help to my dad if I quit working at the café.That would mean it will be hard to save or there won’t enough left for me to save and being financially stable on my own feels completely out of reach for me. Please I need some advise ,I am really confuse.

My biological father is an alcoholic way back before i was born. My mom couldn’t handle his abusive behavior that she left us when i was 6 & went to another country.My grandma took care of me while my grandfather supported us financially. My dad didn’t finish high school & was more interested in hanging out with his alcoholic friends.He has been jobless ever since & doesn’t care about working to earn a living since he was dependent on my grandfather. Since i was a child, i live in guilt, shame, anger & fear bec. everytime he comes home drunk, he is a loudmouth, angry & wouldn’t care less if the stereo’s speakers was blasting so loud late at night in our apartment that neighbors complain about how nuisance we are.I feel so much shame as i hid in my room crying with much hurt & pain waiting for the nightmare to end. I had low self-esteem.I get so angry at him that in my mind i wanted him to die or I would think of killing myselfThings became more difficult for me when my grandmother had a stroke & Alzheimer’s that I could no longer lean on her anymore for comfort.For years, the nightmare brought by my father continued & so is my darkest moments of despair as I try to focus on my studies while hiding in my room bearing the hurt & shame.Yes there are normal days when he is sober but when he is drunk & rowdy again, it seems that the bright & sunny world I once knew suddenly turn stormy as hell for me.I feel I wanna run away, scream, cry & shout but nobody listens & understands. By God’s grace I was able to finish Business Administration in College.I am 21 now but my dad still has his habit. He tends to quit for a few days or weeks but then he goes back to drinking again esp. when he gets to save money that my well-off aunt gives him allowance daily out of sympathy.My aunt takes care of the utilities since my grandmother, their mother, lives together with us in the apartment. I took the graveyard shift cashier job in an Internet café that my aunt owns as a way of escape & avoid experiencing the trauma to avoid my father’s drunkenness as much as possible. But fate seems to be playing at me bec. my dad sometimes is drunk early in the morning or in the afternoon & it leaves me so bitter & angry again towards him, others around me & myself. I get so angry again that I swear & cursed my own father. As a Christian, this really saddens me & is so hard for me to try to live a life without anger & hate when life itself forces me to do so. I feel so alone & dejected. I never have a boyfriend maybe bec. I don’t seem to trust men or have not found yet found someone who would be serious & accept my family’s situation. I still pray that one day my dad would finally finally quit drinking & be a real father to me. In our Asian country, I don’t know yet if we have support groups like Al-Anon. Right now, I am dying to settle a normal life for awhile but I am still anxious at the moment bec. I still can’t find a decent job once I quit the cashier job. And if I get a new daytime job, I dreaded the thought if I have to live again the nightmare when my dad gets hooked to drinking again in the evenings. I am so sick & tired of living this way.In our culture is really different bec. children are still responsible for their parents even when they are beyond 18 years of age. But now I plan to rent a place of my own so I could have a peaceful place to run to when I come home and find him drunk again. I think I couldn’t bear any longer like before. I had enough of the trauma since I was a kid. Am I being selfish if I will start to live on my own and try hard to escape from home when he gets drunk? But my grandmother is still living in our apartment and I don’t want to leave her when I know she has short time left with us. But I am really affected by my dad’s alcoholism. I tried to advise him but the advise just feel on deaf ears. I must admit we don’t talk so much at all and I am not open to him bec. it’s hard to establish a close relationship with him bec. he tends to easily misinterpret and get angry at things bec. a dominant person he is. I am anxious also since I will be the one to take care of my father’s allowance bec. my aunt made a deal that she will quit giving help to my dad if I quit working at the café.That would mean it will be hard to save or there won’t enough left for me to save and being financially stable on my own feels completely out of reach for me. Please I need some advise ,I am really confuse.

Characters:

Elizabeth Ashlee Frand
Sex: Female
Age: 14
Eye: Light Blue
Hair: Long silky blonde
Skin: Pale
Height: 4”11
Clothes: Jeans, T-shirt, and converse.
Personality: The shy, quiet type of person.
Extra: Is like two people. The people who people want her to be, and the person she is truly inside. And has a phobia of being alone.
Life story: very close to her brother, parents fight a lot.

Justin Methius Frand
Sex: male
Age: 18
Eye: Light Green
Hair: Shaggy, silky, brown
Skin: Tan
Height: 6’2
Clothes: Tight Jeans, Flannel shirts, and Moccasins
Personality: Very laid back, but when is mad gets very upset like the world is against him.
Extra: Has friends whom are addicted to all kinds of drugs, which screws him up.
Life story: close to his sister, gets hooked on drugs (forcing him to not swear into the military)

Terrance Frand
Sex: male
Age: 42
Eye: Dark Grey
Hair: Short dirty blonde hair
Skin: Pale
Height: 6’4
Clothes: Jeans, and a t-shirt
Personality: Constantly pissy, not always nice, and very lazy.
Extra: Alcholic
Life story: Mom was a drug addict and dad was abusive. Wich lead him to heavy drugs and abusing alchol at a young age, he got off of drugs around the age of 20 by going to rehab, but drinking just stuck.

Macy Frand
Sex: Female
Age: 40
Eye: Dark Green
Hair: Long (to her waist) blonde hair, dabbed with grey.
Skin: Pale
Height: 5’00
Clothes: Vintage things.
Personality: Very peaceful, hippy-like, takes things calmly.
Extra: Wants out of the relationship with Terrance, but doesn’t have the heart.
Life story- Very rich, had great life around the age of 17 then ran off with Terrance, and got married. Life hasn’t been the same since.

Thank You.

My story so far (chapter 1 at least) is one of my questions.
go to my profile and it is the last question i posted(:
(This is not based on me. 100% fiction)

Would your dad being a drug addict, always getting high, doesn’t really support your family, has no job, and you mom being a gamble addict a good reason to get emancipated? Please i need real answers before i can decide if I should get emancipated. My family has been like that sence i was in first grade.

First of all, I’m 14.

I’m kind of ugly. I’ve never had a boyfriend and I’m a loser in school. I don’t have that many friends. I never did, but I used to have more. They all left me because they thought I was ignoring them. But the thing is, I wasn’t. My problems were getting worse at that time because of something personal going on at home.

I’m also not going to lie, I have a lot of negative things about myself. I’m VERY jealous. I want to be like all the pretty people at my school and be rich like them. I know I’m my own person and I’m beautiful and I should embrace that, but I just can’t.
I’m also a bit of an attention seeker. I know, it’s wrong and I’m a horrible person, but that’s what I want most: attention. I always feel like I’m driving away the friends I DO have because I’m always complaining about something or whatever.

Now that it’s summer, I’ve been sleeping most of the time and when I’m awake, I don’t like to eat. So far I’ve lost 11 pounds and my mom is worried because I always say I’m not hungry. I am, but I go to bed so I can ignore my hunger. Sometimes I give in and binge on a bunch of stuff. I’ve threw up once this summer. I used to throw up almost everyday a few months ago. People tell me I’m not fat all the time, but I AM. I’m 5’6″ & 140 pounds. I’ve been on many diets and they never work. I exercise sometimes but get back into my old ways.

I used to go to therapy once for a few months. I learned that I had depression and anxiety. I got tired of it and just asked my mom if I could stop going. That was a few years ago.

Anyway, I feel really ugly but pretty at the same time. I LOVE to stare in the mirror at myself and feel beautiful and put on makeup and straighten my hair. I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of a shopping problem and I always want clothes. Clothes make me feel happy and loved since I don’t feel like I can get it from anyone else. But at other times, I look in the mirror and call myself ugly and just sit there and cry.

I also listen to Justin Bieber music a lot. Ever since he’s been famous, I’ve been a “Belieber.” I have over 200 Justin Bieber posters and I collect anything I can. I know a lot about him. This is crazy, but I feel like I know him and I’m friends with him. My mom thinks I’m too obsessed, and I admit, I am. I sometimes let it take over my life. I “Stalk” him. I read news about him everyday on the internet and always want to know where he is. He’s all I think about and he makes me feel like my life is actually worth something. I even have dreams about him sometimes . I want to be beautiful like his girlfriend Selena Gomez. I just want to be able to go to a concert of something and for him to notice me. I don’t want to marry him, since I know I’ll never have a chance, but I just feel like I have a deep connection with him. I know, I’m an idiot. Whatever.

If you’re wondering, I don’t cut myself or anything. Sometimes I really feel like doing it, but I don’t. I’ve never done it and I hope I never do. I have wanted to die sometimes, but I knew I could never kill myself.

Do my problems sound bad enough for therapy?

apparently a mother from MO (US) decided it was….from what Fox News is reporting…..

How freaking crazy has this world became? Children are already coming out of the womb addicted to drugs, then horrible parents do drugs, have it available for babies to eat??!?!?! I have a 2 and 4 yr old and fear giving them cough meds…geeeeezzz…….

What would you like to see happen to this woman??

I have a friend from Argentina who is in a bind. He has cancer, and his father is a drug addict and a heavy abuser, he bets his wife and sometimes has my friend do it to his own mother. He is unable to leave because the only way he gets insurance is from his father, and he had also failed school.

He lives a fairly bad life, and I want to pray for him. I rarely resort to prayer, but tomorrow I have three for God, and I want to know what to have my pastor read when I do pray.

Has anyone else tried this and what kind of results, if any, did you get??

Does anything need to be fixed?

Sherman Alexie was born on October 7th, 1966. He was raised on the Indian Reservation in Wellpinit, Washington. His father was an alcoholic who didn’t do much to support the large family of eight. His mother worked two jobs to support the family. She was a post-clerk and a quilt maker. He decided to attend high school away from the reservation that he lived at. He attended Reardan high school where he was the only Indian kid (He later wrote a book about this experience). He was a great student in high school and graduated with honors in 1985. He started attending Gonzaga University where he planned to go into Pre-Medicine. He later transferred to Washington State University and started to pursue a new career as a writer. Alexie did have a drinking problem during this part of his life, but he stopped drinking as soon as he learned that one of his poetry collections was going to be published.
He graduated in 1991 and his first two stories were published the following year. One of them “The business of Fancydancing” was named the 1992 Notable Book of the year by the New York Times Book Review. A couple of years later he published his first book “Reservation Blues”. He won the Before Columbus Foundation’s American Book Award and Murray Morgan Prize for this book. In 1993 he released a collection of short stories “The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven” that received much critical acclaim. He talks about how a lot of Native Americans have a hard time escaping poverty. In one of these short stories he expresses how some of the little things hurt the most. This is a quote from one of the short stories. “ Indians have a way of surviving. But it’s almost like Indians can easily survive the big stuff. Mass murder, loss of language and land rights. It’s the small things that hurt the most. The white waitress who wouldn’t take an order, Tonto, the Washington Redskins.” He also wrote the screenplay for the movie “Smoke Signals” which went on to win several awards.
He is one of the most important Native American writers of his generation. A lot of his work has to do with alcoholism and poverty which both has affected his life. In his poetry and fiction Alexie compares media stereotypes of Native Americans to the reality of a Native American living on a reservation without a steady income. He wrote a lot about the loss of Native American ethnicity, and the struggle of trying to recover a culture which has been misrepresented and discriminated against. A lot of Alexie’s critics have said that his dark realism is harsh and sometimes even racist. Alexie does show some hatred towards Anglo-American culture and that is why some call his work racist. Other reviewers like the fact that Alexie in a way goes against the stereotypes that are put on Native Americans, e.g., living in a tipi, wearing feathers, and “people of the past”.
Alexie’s most recent work was released in October of 2009. It is a collection of poems and stories and is called “War Dances”. He is currently living in Seattle, with his wife Diane and son Joseph.

I have a minor flu, and she said drink as much “Sprite” as possible. Why “Sprite”?

Giant Octopus Ride:

When my real dad came for my tenth birthday
he put the blue bulb in the porch light
then told my mother we would be out late but safe.

Each year we walked at dusk
when we could slither under the side fence.

On the inside I was a colonel
who knew every funhouse shortcut
and every haunted castle scare.

I knew how to spot my house from the top of the ferris wheel;
I knew why the men stood by the carousel platform looking up;
I knew where the air would smell like cotton candy,
where it would smell like deep fried crab,
where it would smell like urine,
but this year I didn’t know where
the giant octopus ride came from.

I hated how its green metallic paint
made the other rides pale and sun bleached,
how its blazing eyes and tentacles outshined midway,
how its rock and roll soundtrack echoed throughout the park
at the expense of the folk and country songs I had memorized.

My dad’s whiskey breath reached me.

Your tall enough aren’t cha?

I don’t care.

Got a sawbuck if you don’t cry or throw up.

Mom give you that money to spend on me.

Hell, you ride it and I’ll let you drink half a beer

I shook his hand hard like I was supposed to
and marched toward the ride.

I waited 20 minutes,
kicking up dirt, spitting,
tightening and retightening
my belt and shoe laces.

At ride entrance my crown was even with the stick

Not tall enough, next

I’m at the line

Gotta be above the line

Girls start giggling behind me.
I slump aside,
let tears create avenues in cheek dust.
I see dad in the distance,
leaning back hard on a plastic bench
cowboy hat cocked down
sharing a cigarette
with a high school girl
Dad! Dad!
he never looked.

When I came back he shrugged,
put the 10 in his pocket,
pointed me off to the ferris wheel.

At the ferris wheel
I planned to give 4 tickets for my own carriage
but when I saw a girl, my age, waiting for a partner
I changed my mind and handed the carney 2.

While on the ride
I spotted my dad
sipping flask whiskey and smoking.

I imagined what would of happened if he had
heard me yell.

I pictured it rough.
My dad pushing the carney to the ground,
pouring his whiskey on the control panel,
where it would spark
the dying cough of dynamos,
I envisioned the ride going black,
midway regaining glory,
country music once again echoing proudly.

I become present near the ferris wheel peak;
my voice cracks as I tell the girl
the blue porch light is my house;
I point to it, but it’s not there,
the lights from the giant octopus ride
have swallowed it with brightness,
she simply smiles and asks,
Would you like a piece of my funnel cake?

This is the first death of the first chapter of the first pages. It bassically introduces the main baddie and is a little back ground info on the main character (Salvier)

Edwin looked around the hall slowly and cautiously.
A silver sword lay on the table nearest Edwin, gleaming and shining in the moonlight’s beams. Slowly he walked to the table, trying not to show signs of a destination he wished to end up.. The sword had small encryptions along the blade, in some foreign language, shadowed out from the rest of it.
His fingers crept ever so closer to the awaiting blade and with a swift hand he grasped the blade’s hilt.
Edwin jumped towards the hooded man, swinging his sword franticly at him, but struck nothing but thin air.
The hooded man had vanished into thin air.
Edwin’s heart was pouncing around in his chest, as he waited the inevitable.
From behind him there was a small cracking sound as the hooded man suddenly appeared again.
Edwin turned around and attempted to swing, but failed.
His energy seemed to be sucked from him, leaving him threat-less.
A sharp pain had appeared in his stomach, an aching agony of life and death.
His drew his eyes to the source, witnessing the blade of the hooded man burrowed inside him.
The man’s sword had turned back into raw steel as it punctured Edwin’s stomach.
The man drew his blade back from Edwin as he fell to his knees, dropping the encrypted blade.
“I see death now. And his friends, they await me. God damn you.” muttered Edwin, blood trickling from his mouth.
“I am death.” said the hooded man.
“And even death must die.”
With as much speed as he could, Edwin drew the small blade from the hooded man’s holster that was attached to his boot, and stuck it deep into the man’s chest.
The hooded man burst into an un-humanly scream and vanished into a ball of black smoke, disappearing from the house.
Edwin fell to the floor, as a small boy walked from a room.
He resembled Edwin, sharing his brown eyes and black hair.
“Daddy?” muttered the small boy, as a tear fell down his cheek.
“Salvier, my son-”
Salvier ran to Edwin, helping him up, best he could, full of helplessness and numb to the bone.
As he did so, a woman ran from the room opposite Salvier’s and burst into tears. She too helped Edwin to a sitting position, and they both griped him in a hug.
The long blonde hair of the woman was spread out upon her back like butter on bread. She was sobbing into Edwin’s shoulder as he picked up her and Salvier’s faces, looking into their eyes.
“Salvier – Son – It’s going to be ok.” he told him with a smile, “Just remember, whatever happens. I will love you with all my heart. Stay strong son.”
He kissed the forehead of the young boy, which triggered more and more. The last moments in his life with his only son, and the burden of that weighted heavy on him.
Salvier staggered back to the door of his room, but stopped.
He looked back on his sobbing mother and father.
“Julie – Julie, listen to me. You need to raise our son best you can. You’ll do great, I know you will.” he muttered, smiling at her.
“I don’t want you to go, Edwin.” she blurted out, crying, “You’re my only love. I’m nothing without you.”
“I don’t want to go either, Julie. But I have to, it’s time. Your strong, you’ll make it.”
He picked her face up once more from his shoulder and kissed her.
They kissed for the last time, the last feeling, the last touch.
“I love you.” he whispered, “I’ll see you in another world, my love, don’t be late.”
And with those final words of sorrow and promise, Salvier watched his father close his eyes, forever more.

I wasn’t invited…I am friends with my daughters boyfreinds mother. out of no where she didn’t invite me to my own daughters baby shower ,I guess cause there were going to be drinks there but I do not but not much was that a good reason for her to omit me? I feel I should have automactically be invited.

Me and my life is hard so far. When i was four i did cooking cleaning, because my mom is addicted to drugs and my dad beat me. When i turned seven i moved in with my grandparents. One died from cancer and one had a heart attack.

There is so much more that i can go on and on. I have guilt and i don’t want to tell my foster parents so what can i do to get rid of all the crappy thoughts in my life.

I need help i cant sleep, eat, drink, and when ever my step dad touches me i think about bad things that can happen.

Plz help I feel like Killing my self:( And i want to
I cant go another day without Sleep