We will help you get your mom off drugs!

First off: This book is written in first person, by Tim, a moody metal head. It is written very realisticaly, no romanticism. It is also based off of the song “Swing Life Away” by Rise Against.
He feels like his life is going nowhere. He thinks he will be living with his drug addict mom and step dad and promiscuous half sister, in a 12×12 section of the basement working at the music shop for minimum wage.

He is in love with this girl, Lanelle. She’s bright and optimistic. She calls him her “good luck charm” because he saved her life a while back. They all hang out in the same group, but one days she invites him over her house.

The whole thing goes on, and Lanelle has a boyfriend. He’s sort of a jerk. Sebby guilted her into having sex with him, and she regrets it. She wants to break up with him, but swears he will kill her and Tim if she does. She winds up cheating on him. Sebby finds out and beats Tim very badly.

Tim stays away from Lanelle for a while, but they eventually start hanging out again. Just talking. They had a lot more in common than they thought. Lanelle eventually gets the courage to break up with Sebby. That night, she’s in the car with Tim. Sebby “accidentally” hits their car with his. He’s fine, Tim is fine, but Lanelle falls into a concussion. She get’s better, but finds out she has cancer. On top of that, she is pregnant, from Sebby.

In the end, she dies. Her last words at “I love you” to Tim. It was Valentines Day, They don’t know why she dies. The cancer was curable, the baby was still alive, surprisingly. But, they’re dead.

Tim tries to kill himself. He tries to jump in front of the train, but his best friend stops him. He makes him realize that Lanelle brought a lot of hope and beauty into his life. He realizes that Lanelle would want him to continue living, and better himself. It ends pretty openly. Maybe he changes, maybe he doesn’t.

What do you think? Should I change anything?
I’ve never read a walk to remember.
But I probably didn’t explain the book well enough. It’s really not as cliche as you guys are making it out to seem.
It is brutally realistic, and it shows a lot of the bad side of Staten Island. The age group is 18-20.
I should have added a lot more detail to that I suppose :/

Living in an alcoholic family has had many disadvantages. Having to constantly care for my siblings for six years has given me patience to apply to my own life. I have become very close to my siblings as I have helped them and myself conquer all the typical effects of having alcoholic parents, including blame, hate, and depression.
I have learned to beat all the odds, and the importance in working hard for what I believe in. Through all the family problems I still managed to stay in school and do well.
Last spring one of my attempts to help my parents deal with alcoholism, resulted in my mothers evicting me out of the house. Since May I have lived mostly on my own. I blamed myself at first, for my position. I have come to accept that my parents are the way they are, they are not going to change, and most importantly it is not my fault.
Living on my own has given me a new perspective on life. I feel as though I am finally able to breath. Although the daily problems of food, shelter, and other things involving bills have now been added to my list of things to do, I feel more myself than ever. I finally live in a place quiet enough for me to study and to concentrate.
I am a stronger person now. I am more responsible than most students, in that I am able to completely care for myself. I may have done a little rough at school, when I was first on my own, but I have managed to jump back on my feet and work hard at everything I do. In health class I remember discussing the roles of children in Alcoholic families. While I have not managed to help my parents, for my siblings, and myself I have managed to be a hero.

When people used to ask where I worked I was ashamed to tell them that I was an employee at McDonalds. Many kids would laugh and tell me what a crappy, joke of a job I had. Now when people ask where I work I tell them with pride, because I am a McDonalds Manager.
I have had my job for almost three years. The first year was a little rough and I had many thoughts of quitting. Fortunately I had early motivation. Jim, my role model, amazed me in everything he did; it was because of him that I wanted to be a manager. Jim was fun, charismatic, helpful, and hardworking all at the same time. He was never too busy to help out a new person, or teach someone an easier more effective way to do something. Unlike the other managers he was not hypocritical. If any other manager saw someone texting on the job they would yell at them, and then go and text themselves. Jim never yelled at someone for things he himself did.
I worked very hard to know as much about the store as Jim did. I watched everyone and absorbed all the information I could. When I was made at trainer, I was able to relay the information to new employees. I succeeded at spreading my “chipper” mood to all the employees. Although I wasn’t allowed to accept tips, I have been offered them numerous times. Some regular customers ask for me by name to take their order, because of my “great smile.”
Now as a manager, I am not as amazing as Jim, but I am known as the hardest working manager by my fellow managers, and the nicest manager by my employees.

I had to write an essay on the show family guy and how it shows the role of the family hero, problem child, lost child, alcoholic, family clown and co- dependent. They are relate back to an alcoholism family. I’ve never seen this show so I tried my best but I felt that I should make some changes any ideas?

Peter Griffin is the father of the family and is also known as the alcoholic. Peter has a tendency to go out and drink with his friends when he should be home with his wife and children. He spends the families’ money on drinks rather than their education. Lois is Peter’s wife and mother to Meg, Chris and Stewie. Lois is known as the co- dependent and enabler of the family. She allows Peter to go out and drink with his friends because she feels that he has no problem with alcohol. Meg who is Peter’s daughter is known as he lost child. In the family no one appreciates nor listens to what Meg has to say. Meg is often ignored by her family and is in the shadow. Chris the teenage son is the mascot and family clown of the family. Chris is always laughing, having a good time, and has a great sense of humor. Stewie is the youngest of out of the children and plays the role of the problem child. Stewie is always getting himself into trouble and acts out inappropriately towards his family and peers. Brian who is the dog of the family is known as the family hero. Brian is always trying to do the right thing while looking out for the family’s best interest.

character must be young, with a drug addicted mother who vanishes and the daughter ;character) has to move in with the grandmother who she never met and is distant and strange. The character can be any age, but pref. a teenager.
…..My daughter is reading for this part but nothing was sent to read so I am searching for a character and script for her to prctice with and read at the audition. Search your brains and maybe you can come up with a character that sounds similar.

The essay is on healthy living. A second opinion would be really helpful.

Creo que llevo una vida sana y intento estar en buena forma. Mi propósito para el Año Nuevo era comer más verduras, y ahora mi dieta es más equilibrada. En el pasado, comía muchos caramelos, pero hoy en día como chocolate el fín de semana único. No como mucho carne, y así que mi dieta no contiene suficiente proteínas. Para el deysayuno, normalmente tomo un trozo de fruta o un vaso de zumo de fruta. A veces mi madre hace zumo de naranja en nuestra casa en lugar de va al supermercado. No voy a la cafetería en el colegío, como normalmente espero hasta llego a casa comer. Pienso que se debe evitar la comida basura porque es perjudicial para el salud. Me gustaría hago más ejercicio, pero no tengo el tiempo a causa de mis deberes. Cuando era pequeña ira al polideportivo todos los semanas donde nadaba con mi amigo. Creo que estoy en buena forma salvo que no esté activo suficiente. No tengo los hábitos malos, pero a veces fumo un cigarillo el fín de semana, pero no digo mis padres. El tabaco causa muchos problemas como enfermedades cardíacas, enfermedades respiratorios y cáncer. Creo que el alcoholismo es un problema serio y es muy preocupante. El abuso de alcohol causa muchos enfermedades mentales además de problemas físicos. Hoy en día, muchos jovenes salen a noche embrracharse y botellones son un problema serio. Sin
embargo mis amigos y yo no bebemos el alcohol porque es adictivo y dañoso para el salud. En general, llevo una vida sana, pero me debe llevo una vida más activa.

In English, that should read:
I think I lead a healthy life and I try to stay in good shape. My new year’s resolution was to eat more vegetables, and now my diet is more balanced. In the past I ate lots of sweets, but nowadays I only eat chocolate at the weekend. I don’t eat a lot of meat, and therefore my diet doesn’t contain enough protein. For breakfast I usually have a piece of fruit or a glass of fruit juice. Sometimes my mother makes orange juice in our house instead of going to the supermarket. I don’t go to the canteen at school, as I wait until I get home to eat. I think you should avoid junk food because it is detrimental to health.
I would like to do more exercise, but I don’t have time because of my homework. When I was little I went to the sports centre every week where I swam with my friend.
I think I am in good shape except that I am not active enough. I don’t have any bad habits, but sometimes I smoke a cigarette at the weekend, but I don’t tell my parents.
Smoking causes lots of problems like heart disease, respiratory disease and cancer. I think alcoholism is a serious problem and is very worrying.
Alcohol abuse causes mental illness as well as physical problems. Nowadays, lots of young people go out at night to get drunk and botellones are a serious problem.
My friends and I don’t drink alcohol because it’s adictive and damaging to health. Overall, I lead a healthy life but I should lead a more active life.

Any comments are appreciated. :)

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.

My mother is over 40 and going through the beginnings of menopause. I was just wondering from personal experience, did answer of you (the answerers) or your mom/grandma/aunt/etc. ever have their period for more than two weeks? She is really stressed because of our financial situation and my step dad’s alcoholism…but I don’t know if that is contributing. I just want to know if it is normal/have you when going through menopause had your period for two weeks (a heavy to medium flow) straight or more?
The reason I put this quesiton in polls and surverys was because I wanted to know HOW MANY PEOPLE THIS HAPPENS TO! THAT’S CALLED A DAMN POLL. THAT IS WHY I DIDN’T PUT IT IN WOMANS HEATH.

PLEASE please read it all, i need advice so that i do this right. and so you understand.

so throughout my life very bad things have happened to me. So many memories of being abused and neglected by my mother.
getting a second degree burn on my arm and her telling me to put water on it and leave her be. Memories of being left alone in the foster care system after countless promises of her to get clean and get a job.
The day in the court room when my father was sent to prison for using and dealing drugs.
The foster homes that i was just beginning to love before i had to go and find a new one.
When i moved into my aunts house and her son verbally bullied me and made me cry. her doing nothing to stop it.
The teachers eyes when i had to share something about my family life in class.
The day that my aunt promised to give me back to my dad, but when she stood in the court she agreed to become my legal guardian.
The nights i spent alone in our house in Temecula, mary having to work two jobs.
Me eventually finding a new home where the people accepted me and loved me, like an adopted family in replacement for my lonely one back home. but no, the rent went up again, and we couldn’t find a new house in time before we starved.
so we moved 140 miles away from L.A. where my original family lives (just when we are starting to heal the wounds too) to the desert of 29 palms -a military town-.
when i moved here i fell into a deep depression after having to leave the only family that seemed to love me unconditionally (temecula).
but after about a year out here i decided i didn’t want to be unhappy anymore, so i stopped crying at night and tried to block it out, or bury it deep inside myself so that nobody could see.
and my emotions never got out of hand again. my friends all teased me about how i didn’t really ever get mad anymore or even get angry at the people who wronged me. it was all there still though, all the anger and loneliness and depression. it was like a well full of gasoline. deep underground. but whenever a spark of anger or sadness comes along the whole thing blows up.
and i find myself crying over things that i thought i had gotten over long ago. but the sparks just keep coming with this b .i.t.c. h.
Mary makes it a game to mess with my nerves and tries to break my calm attitude. she chews me out on a daily basis. she yells and bites and cuts me deep with her words.
and i already knew long ago that she didn’t really care for me or even love me. but every time my well blows up and it breaks me as a person to relive it all over again.
and i can’t just move out because my dad is still an ex con and my mom a drug addict. so my only solution to escape this (because i know i’ve tried to explain it to her-plenty) is to run away.

I won’t go into counseling because after my depression before they tried to send me, and it just didn’t work out. I won’t call child protective services and find another home that i will eventually have to leave.
Mary gives all to her son and none to me. and since everything in my room belongs to me(because i bought it myself, with babysitting money) i won’t feel any guilt about taking more than what i came to her with.
I live in the desert like i said, i can’t just walk to another town and live under a bridge.
I thought that maybe i could explain this to one of my closest friends (with a car) and they could take me to the train station with my fake I.D. (I do look over 18 btw) and i could travel a bit like i did with my mom when i was little. do all of this until they stopped looking for me,
then send some letters to my mom and dad telling them i’m ok. and that i will see them when i really do turn 18. i just want to get away from her, and she seems to have trapped me in every possible way.
sorry for the long message but i really need help. I’m 16 and have been wanting to run away from her since i was eight. i have seven thousand dollars saved in the bank account that my sister set up for me and i recently withdrew it all in cash (over time).
just a bit to make you understand that this is my only solution before you answer my question. so please some tips? advice for people on the run? i would really appreciate it.

The Tractor…

The tractor stands frozen – an agony
To think of. All night
Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale,
A spill of molten ice, smoking snow,
Pours into its steel.
At white heat of numbness it stands
In the aimed hosing of ground-level fieriness.

It defied flesh and won’t start.
Hands are like wounds already
Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable
As if the toe-nails were all just torn off.
I stare at it in hatred. Beyond it
The copse hisses – capitulates miserably
In the fleeing, failing light. Starlings,
A dirtier sleetier snow, blow smokily, unendingly, over
Towards plantations Eastward.
All the time the tractor is sinking
Through the degrees, deepening
Into its hell of ice.

The starting lever
Cracks its action, like a snapping knuckle.
The battery is alive – but like a lamb
Trying to nudge its solid-frozen mother -
While the seat claims my buttock-bones, bites
With the space-cold of earth, which it has joined
In one solid lump.

I squirt commercial sure-fire
Down the black throat – it just coughs.
It ridicules me – a trap of iron stupidity
I’ve stepped into. I drive the battery
As if I were hammering and hammering
The frozen arrangement to pieces with a hammer
And it jabbers laughing pain-crying mockingly
Into happy life.

And stands
Shuddering itself full of heat, seeming to enlarge slowly
Like a demon demonstrating
A more-than-usually-complete materialization -
Suddenly it jerks from its solidarity
With the concrete, and lurches towards a stanchion
Bursting with superhuman well-being and abandon
Shouting Where Where?

Worse iron is waiting. Power-lift kneels
Levers awake imprisoned deadweight,
Shackle-pins bedded in cast-iron cow-shit.
The blind and vibrating condemned obedience
Of iron to the cruelty of iron,
Wheels screeched out of their night-locks –

Fingers
Among the tormented
Tonnage and burning of iron

Eyes
Weeping in the wind of chloroform

And the tractor, streaming with sweat,
Raging and trembling and rejoicing.

so my mom, and my dad and my grandmother are all going to be involved in a custody battle.
me and my mom have always been joint at the hip, she’s been there for me all my life before my dad came along and i love her to death. but she’s a binge drinker and she’s hooked on prescribed meds. we lived in florida for a while and then once my dad and her got into ALOT of big fights we decided to bring her over to georgia and help her here.
but she doesn’t want to be here, she feels as if we’re all trying to command her life and that she needs to make her own choices and that’s true she does have the right to make her own choices. but she’s sick like mentally ill , all the meds side effects are coming in, she lies almost constantly im trying my hardest to help her considering my mom wasn’t like this when i was younger. and my dad is like enjoying this whole entire thing because he wants custody of the kids and my dad has horrible anger management and he’s never home. he’s also really my step dad and he’s the real father of my siblings. and he wants my mom to lose all rights and for me to be home taking care of the kids while he’s out playing baseball and smoking pot, which isn’t going to happen.

and now my mom is sorta better considering she’s past the break down and not on any meds and not drinking, but she keeps saying she’s going to leave that she is going to live her life and she doesn’t care about us anymore…….i know it’s not true. i know she loves us more than she loves her own life but she doesn’t want to be here. everyone keeps saying to let her go and do what she wants to and live her own life. but i can’t seem to let go, i can’t keep an eye on her that way and make sure she’s okay…how can i give up on her?how could i let her go not having a guarantee she’ll be back……?
should i let her go? if she does i don’t want my dad to have custody of us, my grandmother should she’s the best person in the world and she’s been the only one to ever really take care of us and we can rely on her.
what should i do?
and how should i go about making sure my dad doesn’t get the kids. can my grandmother fight for us?

-Constructive critisizm and advice please :)

The sky was pitch black except for patches of stars the gray whisked clouds would not cover. Suddenly, the sky began to move faster and faster with each passing second, making the stars shoot out like a meteor shower and soon there were no stars at all. The clouds continued to evaporate and reappear. Then it began to pour down rain flooding the cold hard earth. Lightening exploded, striking a nearby tree and engulfing it with fire, followed by a piercing thunder. Soon the lightening flashes occurred every few seconds, making the once sinister sky a light show. It gave an intense beam of light exposing the abandoned Victorian house on top of the hill. The rotting, wooden shutters banged and clattered against the house in dangerous rhythm with the wind. Then everything stopped abruptly. The flames from the tree died out and the smoke blended with the gray, dreary atmosphere. The rain became only mist and the moon came out to flaunt its silver rays in the distance, which made the sign at the end of the concrete driveway visible. It read Canyon View Ridge.
The front door of the house cracked open. Inside was empty, almost as if it were just sold. The walls were white, or used to be; the floors were wooden and some were missing. To the left of the disintegrating staircase was an elongated hallway, dark and bleak, but towards the end was a light. It was a blurry, abstract light coming from the Christmas tree in the corner. Compared to the rest of the home, this part looked normal and the figures became clear. A mother and child sat on a holiday themed blanket next to the tree. The woman pulled out a metallic blue bag and opened it. She gave her baby the green stuffed lizard that was in it, and immediately he loved it. He smiled, kicked his tiny feet, and giggled when she rubbed it against his soft skin.
“Alright, Honey…it’s your turn,” the mother said pulling back her short blond hair. She was a beautiful woman with eyes like sapphire diamonds.
“Okay, which one is mine?” a man asks.
“The one on top,” she pointed. “Here give me the camera.”
He reeked of cologne and alcohol, wore his hair tied in a pony tail, and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. He grabbed the red box and unwrapped it. He smiled and looked at the video camera to show off his Rolex watch. The woman zoomed in on his gift also divulging a missing floorboard in the other room behind him. The man turned to the baby and smirked when he saw him nodding off into an early nap.

I woke up hesitantly and viewed my surroundings. I was satisfied that it was only a dream, despite how real it felt. The damp sweat outlined my back and I shivered. I couldn’t stop. Chills covered my body, but it wasn’t cold. My hands shook uncontrollably and I started to get worried. My heart pumped faster and it felt like my stomach was being pulled outside my body. I got up and walked around in hopes that it would stop, but it just made my eyes blacken. It continued all through the rest of the night. All I could do was lay back down on my bed and watch the fan whip back and forth. It was completely dark, but somehow I was certain my eyes where bloodshot. Think
Thoughts rushed in and out of my head. I thought about school the next day and how I would go through my classes without any sleep. I considered all the possibilities for why this was happening to me. When will it stop? Why did I have that crazy dream? Who were those people? Am I still dreaming? Cold water rushed down my spine and interrupted my thoughts. I tossed and turned trying to get some sleep, but thread stitched open my eyes. I thought I was crying, but when I touched my cheek, it was blood. Maybe I really will die in my sleep. Then the television turned on with a high voltage screech that made me jump from my bed. When I hit the floor, I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the TV. Just a hallucination.
The entire five hours of constant tremors made me exhausted. The whole time I shook with anxiety, I probably blinked twice. But after those five hours, my body finally relaxed. My muscles were sore and I felt paralyzed, but I couldn’t even complain. I just let out a sigh and passed out. I must have slept for about fifteen minutes until the alarm for school beeped. My immediate reaction was to chuck it at the wall, but I lacked the energy. I decided hours before that school wasn’t so important anymore. I slept through the exasperating beeping noise and also my dad screaming at me to wake up. And at that moment I realized that the man in my dream was my own father seventeen years ago. My name is Sean Barrett…welcome to my nightmare.

HERE GOES: LET ME KNOW IF ITS TOO SLOW OR WHAT.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. It may have been weeks ago, but I still feel like it just happened. Everything this past year has gone by in a blur. My memory has been fuzzy. But this is the only clear memory I have.
You see, my parents had sent me to a 30-Day rehab center after several punishments and groundings for ditching, drinking, smoking pot, doing coke, ecstacy, and shrooms. My parents had always been the lienient type. But this time they were really cracking the whip down hard. I had been sent to Circle Tree Ranch, two weeks before summer started.
Finally, I was being released. My parents had drove to Tuscon to pick me up and bring me back to Phoenix, I had offered to take a train or a bus, but they insisted to pick me up. So I let them.
They were so excited to see me. It felt good to know they weren’t just doing it to be against me, they wanted to help me. I had decided to forgive them for everything they had done to me. I know I wasn’t perfect or anything but at that point I only thought they were out to get me.
We were in the car, all of us talking, exchanging stories. Sort of like a real family, I was happy about it, really happy we were actually bonding. I had never been so excited. That’s when it all went to chaos.
The truck struck us head on on the highway. My father had died instantly. My mother, three hours later. Me stuck in there for a day, just some cuts and bruises. I was banged up badly in the accident, but some how I wasn’t the one to go.
My parents did all they could to help me all my life, They always believed in whatever it was I wanted to do, always saying “Kadence, you can do anything you set your mind to.” Just like any other parent. But I was just rude, impolite and selfish to them. I never did anything for them and they died, while I get to live.
I’m always thinking how it should be me. I’m the horrible one in the family and I turn out to be ‘touched by an angel’ it makes no sense to me.

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I’ve been in Reno for two weeks now, with no other family except my brother it was my only choice. I’m living in a small two bedroom apartment with Trevor and his girlfriend Rachael Woods. They don’t seem to serious though. So I don’t know why they live together.
Rachael was kind enough to set me up with my room, she got me a new bed and furniture. She even decorated it to my liking. Of course, this was all before I showed up in the Little Biggest City, I would have never allowed her to spend any money on worthless little me. Trevor tells me she is rich. I guess her only uncle died a year ago and he invented some kind of product that made him into a billionaire. He had no kids, and Rachael was his little girl, so she ended up inheriting it all. She’s staying in Reno I guess because it’s her true home and she would prefer an apartment over a nice house.
My walls are chocolate brown, they actually look really good with the red and gold accents around the room. My dressers are cherry stained wood, I happen to love them. My huge bed also matches the room, silky sheets and everything. She must be rich.
Now I sit in the living room, watching some movie about a man who gets all big and turns green if he gets angry or his heart rate raises. Trevor walks in, “Hey baby sista’.” I smile and nod my head giving an uneasy wave. I haven’t seen trevor since I was eleven and he was eighteen. I’m now seventeen, and he is twenty four, so it is a little awkward.
Interupting my thoughts on the subject, he pulls a baggy out of his pocket and a pipe. My heart sinks into my stomach. He loads a bowl, takes a hit. The thick smoke pouring out of his lips makes my head spin. Boy do I wanna take a puff. I say to myself.
As if he is reading my mind he passes it to me, with the aromma of pot dancing around the small room I can’t help but take the pipe from him, just this one hit, and I won’t touch weed ever again.\He tosses me the purple lighter and I light the bowl sucking deep and long, I let the smoke fill my lungs and dance around inside me for several seconds before blowing it out. I pass the pipe back to Trevor and I’m high. Not too high, but high enough to make me hit it again, and again, and again until it’s gone. Right now I don’t care about anything, haven’t thought that i’m doing something wrong. And I haven’t thought about my parents. The only thing I’m thinking about is how great I’m feeling and how bad i’ve missed my good ole friend mary jay.
I love the calm feeling it gives you, the way it fills your mind will tons of thoughts and by the time you know it your overwhelmed with memories, ideas, and thoughts about whats going on. It is amazing to just sit and thing, and oh those munchies. Everything just tastes so much better when your high. Its like pot makes your taste buds stronger.
I spring from the couch, “Want a

Okay, so this is what I remember. There was a young girl whose mom did hard drugs and bounced between drug dealing boyfriends. her mom gave birth to the little girls little brother and when he was born he was addicted to drugs. it was set in the UK. its about the girls life. there was an old lady that collected butterflies or something and there was a poison jar. thats about all i remember

When I was 16, I had vivid and spot on accurate visions of my mother dying. She died die at the age of 47 and I was spot on as to the time of day, place and way she died. It was so spot-on, I was afraid I had somehow caused her death by not acting on my visions. Later, I dismissed it as a manifestation of my fear. She did have a life long heart condition that was incurable and had outlived her prognosis by quite a few years.

When I was 28, I started having visions of my father dying. I told myself it was just a manifestation of my fears — after losing my mom, I was afraid of losing him, too. Again, I was spot-on as to the place and manner of his death and he died of complications from his closet alcoholism (which I didn’t know about until my visions). He had esophageal varices. I didn’t know anything about those until after he died but I did see in my visions, him collapsing and blood coming out of him.

Now I’m 39 and having visions of my husband, also 39, dying. In the vision, we are at church and he just collapses. He’s rushed to the hospital and flatlines as I stand outside the trauma room screaming. The reason I’m outside the trauma room is that I refuse to go to the family waiting room, which is where I was hauled off to when I was 16 and missed my mother’s final moments. My kids are with me and some friends from church come down to the hospital, too.

Do we stop going to church? That’s unlikely to happen, plus if God is going to take him from me, too, he’ll just find another way.

Is there anything I can do about these visions?

I read in my aunts journal that she was doing Crystal Meth.
This is NOT allowed in my mothers house. She is a drug addict btw.
Should I tell my mom?
I don’t want to get in trouble …

Now im only 17 and kinda new at writing but i had the sudden urge to write a book and well here it is.
feel free to make or change anything thats wrong and give me some ideas of what u would like to see happen =]

Chapter 1

Our tale begins one morning as a young boy ventures out hunting with his father on his 17th birthday. “Father what’s the matter? Can’t you keep up?” chuckled the boy, “Your getting to old father! Ha-ha” he shouted, panting slightly.
“I may be old Alakai and you may be faster but I have the wisdom!” his father shouted back.
“There is no wisdom needed to run father! I’ll get to the buck long before you!” shouted Alakai with a little laugh as he ran faster and faster jumping and dodging through the tall thick trees.
“What you don’t see is that your about to lose, son!” said his father with a sort of no-it-all grin.
“And whys that!” yelled Alakai having just been confused. As it seemed to be not yet one second after Alakai had answered he hit something with a giant THUD! He awoke with the pain of a thousand drums in his head. Alakai was a strong kid, with fair skin and a slim face. He had coarse, straight, dirty blonde hair and green eyes.
“See boy, I told you that you were going to lose he-he” chuckled his father as stood there staring down at Alakai.
“It feels like I’ve been kicked by a horse, did you catch the buck?” asked Alakai, slowly getting up holding his throbbing head.
“No son, it seems that giant red lump on your forehead must have scared it away” laughed his father.
“Oh ha-ha father, you have jokes don’t you” said Alakai. “Lets just get back home; mother will get worried if we don’t make it in time for breakfast”.
“Right you are son.” His father replied.
So they headed out back towards their farm. On the way, Alakai noticed how the woods were getting smaller and smaller, there were hardly any fine dark brown oak trees anymore, in fact they were the only trees left in his village. The king’s men had chopped the rest and burned them because of failure to pay for land. After a while of walking Alakai had a sort of chill flow down his spine, like a slow but fierce burst of cold wind blew past them and on through the woods brushing the leaves of the giant trees as it went by. Alakai decided to ignore it as he felt it was just a cold front coming down from the hills.
Soon enough they reached the opening of the woods where just beyond the sparkling duck ponds you could see their farm. Alakai was especially excited to get back seeing as he was starving for some food, and maybe also a present from his mother. As he and his father kept getting closer and closer to their cottage, Alakai noticed something strange… there was smoke pouring from the seals and cracks of the door and windows! In a burst of sprint, Alakai started running for the cottage only thinking of his mother’s safety.
“Alakai!! Where are you…?” His father yelled after him, only just realizing the smoke too, he chased after Alakai. “Alakai wait! It’s too dangerous! Let me handle this!” his father bellowed running right past him and into the burning house.
Alakai stood there watching and waiting, hoping that any minute his father and mother would run out of the house safely but as a couple minutes went by no one came out.
“FATHER!!” He screamed…but still no one came out. “MOTHER!!” he yelled again…still nothing. Then, with a sudden burst, his father came rushing out of the house carrying what looked like to be his mother.
Alakai stood there in shock only hoping his mother would be ok. His father placed his mother down on the grass which seemed to be covered in a thick layer of black ash. Alakai watched as his father tried to wake his mother but her eyes did not open, his father slowly stood up keeping his head down as if he had failed. He looked up at Alakai with a look Alakai had never seen before; it was of sadness and forgiveness. All of a sudden his father flinched and with a mere shudder spoke to his son,
“Alakai…run!” he muttered.
“Father… what’s wrong??” Alakai asked his father slowly walking towards him to see if he was alright. “Father! Tell me wha…”. But before he could finish his sentence his father collapsed face first into the black ashy grass leaving Alakai to see a single arrow stuck in his back.

There is a prologue and to get the whole plot of the story just say so and i’ll put that up too =]
also does anyone have a good idea for a name of this book?

Chapter 1

As the birds sing and the trees flowed in the wind, He ventured out hunting with his father on his 17th birthday. “Father what’s the matter? Can’t you keep up?” He chuckled, “Your getting to old father! Ha-ha” He shouted, panting slightly.
“I may be old Alakai and you may be faster but I have the wisdom!” his father shouted back.
“There is no wisdom needed to run father! I’ll get to the buck long before you!” He shouted with a little laugh as he ran faster and faster jumping and dodging through the tall thick trees.
“What you don’t see is that your about to lose, son!” said his father with a sort of know-it-all grin.
“And whys that!” He yelled having just been confused. As it seemed to be not yet one second after he had answered he hit something with a giant THUD! He awoke with the pain of a thousand drums in his head..
“See boy, I told you that you were going to lose” chuckled his father as stood there staring down at him.
“It feels like I’ve been kicked by a horse, did you catch the buck?” He asked, slowly getting up holding his throbbing head.
“No son, it seems that giant red lump on your forehead must have scared it away” laughed his father.
“Oh ha-ha father, you have jokes don’t you” He said. “Lets just get back home; mother will get worried if we don’t make it in time for breakfast”.
“Right you are son.” His father replied.
So they headed out back towards their farm. On the way, He noticed how the woods were getting smaller and smaller, there were hardly any fine dark brown oak trees anymore, and in fact, they were the only trees left in his village. The king’s men had chopped the rest and burned them because of failure to pay for land. After a while of walking he had a sort of chill flow down his spine, like a slow but fierce burst of cold wind blew past them and on through the woods brushing the leaves of the giant trees as it went by. He decided to ignore it as he felt it was just a cold front coming down from the hills.
Soon enough they reached the opening of the woods where just beyond the sparkling duck ponds you could see their farm. He was especially excited to get back seeing as he was starving for some food, and maybe also a present from his mother. As his father and he kept getting closer and closer to our cottage, He noticed something strange… there was smoke pouring from the seals and cracks of the door and windows! In a burst of sprint, He started running for the cottage only thinking of his mother’s safety.
“Alakai!! Where are you…?” His father yelled after him, only just realizing the smoke too, he chased after him. “Alakai wait! It’s too dangerous! Let me handle this!” his father bellowed running right past him and into the burning house.
He stood there watching and waiting, hoping that any minute his father and mother would run out of the house safely but as a couple minutes went by no one came out.
“FATHER!!” He screamed…but still no one came out. “MOTHER!!” He yelled again…still nothing. Then, with a sudden burst, his father came rushing out of the house carrying what looked like to be his mother.
He stood there in shock only hoping his mother would be ok. His father placed his mother down on the grass which seemed to be covered in a thick layer of black ash. He watched as his father tried to wake his mother but her eyes did not open, his father slowly stood up keeping his head down as if he had failed. He looked up at him with a look Alakai had never seen before; it was of sadness and forgiveness. All of a sudden his father flinched and with a mere shudder spoke to Alakai,
“Alakai…run!” he muttered.
“Father… what’s wrong??” Alakai asked his father slowly walking towards him to see if he was alright. “Father! Tell me wha…”. But before he could finish his sentence, his father collapsed face first into the black ashy grass. And it had been that day, that day, He saw his father and mother die right in front of his eyes was the day he became a man.. There was nothing he could do but stand there and stare in horror at the arrow sticking out of his father’s back and his mother on the ground beside him. He stood for what seemed like 5 hours but really it was only a mere second, then he ran, ran as fast and as stealthy as he could. He only had a chance to look behind, and when he did, He saw 3 black hooded figures running towards his cottage where his mother and father lay dead. He quickly made his way through the brush of the woods until he found a dark but quiet place to rest.

Chapter 2

He is a strong kid, with fair skin and a slim face. He has coarse, straight, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He sat there staring at the ground, thinking to himself, why! Why couldn’t he have done something? As He was thinking he thought of how he would never see his mother or father again…He was alone is this world now, and were those things chasing after him? He kept staring at the ground but then noticed somethin

As the birds sing and the trees flowed in the wind, a boy ventured out hunting with his father on his 17th birthday. “Father what’s the matter? Can’t you keep up?” He chuckled, “Your getting to old father! Ha-ha” He shouted, panting slightly.
“I may be old Alakai and you may be faster but I have the wisdom!” his father shouted back.
“There is no wisdom needed to run father! I’ll get to the buck long before you!” He shouted with a little laugh as he ran faster and faster jumping and dodging through the tall thick trees.
“What you don’t see is that your about to lose, son!” said his father with a sort of know-it-all grin.
“And whys that!” He yelled having just been confused. As it seemed to be not yet one second after he had answered he hit something with a giant THUD! He awoke with the pain of a thousand drums in his head..
“See boy, I told you that you were going to lose” chuckled his father as stood there staring down at him.
“It feels like I’ve been kicked by a horse, did you catch the buck?” He asked, slowly getting up holding his throbbing head.
“No son, it seems that giant red lump on your forehead must have scared it away” laughed his father.
“Oh ha-ha father, you have jokes don’t you” He said. “Lets just get back home; mother will get worried if we don’t make it in time for breakfast”.
“Right you are son.” His father replied.
So they headed out back towards their farm. On the way, He noticed how the woods were getting smaller and smaller, there were hardly any fine dark brown oak trees anymore, and in fact, they were the only trees left in his village. The king’s men had chopped the rest and burned them because of failure to pay for land. After a while of walking he had a sort of chill flow down his spine, like a slow but fierce burst of cold wind blew past them and on through the woods brushing the leaves of the giant trees as it went by. He decided to ignore it as he felt it was just a cold front coming down from the hills.
Soon enough they reached the opening of the woods where just beyond the sparkling duck ponds you could see their farm. He was especially excited to get back seeing as he was starving for some food, and maybe also a present from his mother. As his father and he kept getting closer and closer to our cottage, He noticed something strange… there was smoke pouring from the seals and cracks of the door and windows! In a burst of sprint, He started running for the cottage only thinking of his mother’s safety.
“Alakai!! Where are you…?” His father yelled after him, only just realizing the smoke too, he chased after him. “Alakai wait! It’s too dangerous! Let me handle this!” his father bellowed running right past him and into the burning house.
He stood there watching and waiting, hoping that any minute his father and mother would run out of the house safely but as a couple minutes went by no one came out.
“FATHER!!” He screamed…but still no one came out. “MOTHER!!” He yelled again…still nothing. Then, with a sudden burst, his father came rushing out of the house carrying what looked like to be his mother.
He stood there in shock only hoping his mother would be ok. His father placed his mother down on the grass which seemed to be covered in a thick layer of black ash. He watched as his father tried to wake his mother but her eyes did not open, his father slowly stood up keeping his head down as if he had failed. He looked up at him with a look Alakai had never seen before; it was of sadness and forgiveness. All of a sudden his father flinched and with a mere shudder spoke to Alakai.
“Alakai…run!” he muttered.
“Father… what’s wrong??” Alakai asked his father slowly walking towards him to see if he was alright. “Father! Tell me wha…”. But before he could finish his sentence, his father collapsed face first into the black ashy grass. And it had been that day, the day he saw his father and mother die right in front of his eyes was the day he became a man.. There was nothing he could do but stand there and stare in horror at the arrow sticking out of his father’s back and his mother on the ground beside him. He stood for what seemed like 5 hours but really it was only a mere second, then he ran, ran as fast and as stealthy as he could. He only had a chance to look behind, and when he did, He saw 6 black hooded figures carrying giant bows that seemed to be made out of bone running towards his cottage where his mother and father lay dead. He quickly made his way through the brush of the woods until he found a dark but quiet place to rest.

tell me what u think and if u wanna see more =]

Ok here is my story. This question involves, dating, drugs, and self issues. So if you dont want to hear about these things I would stop reading….
Where to start? Ok, well I’ll start at the beginning… When I was young my parents were alcoholic drug addicts and never cared about anything but themselves. They divorced when i was about 7 and i lived back and forth with my grandparents and mother (when she was clean of drugs, but never off alcohol)… Anyways I had a neighbor when I was 6 who was my age and we grew up together.(We will call him Brad for identity purposes) We started dating at 14 and married at 18. Anyways at 16 my mom wanted me to quit school and get a job to help her pay bills. Brad lived with his single mother. His mother disapproved of this and they came to Marysville where my mother took me, brought me back to our hometown and put me back in school. So i graduated. I went to college and got a good degree and have been working and making good money for a few years now. Brad had cheated, been physically abusive since we were kids basically… I never left him because he was all i knew and took care of me… after college i left him… I went through alot of anxiety and personal issues with this… I never touched alcohol or drugs because i seen what it did to my family….. Until i got my first perscription of vicodin… and i fell in love with it……. i didnt know what ADDICTION was until i found these… i graduated to percocet and then OXY over the few years. I started my own business and if it wasnt for my drug habbit i would possible be close to rich, or set for a long long time. Ive tried rehab…. I wake up every morning in terrible withdrawl just from sleeping and not taking anything.
It controls my life….
Ive tried rehab, its far to painful to try to stop. Its excruciating. So im trapped in my own sick body.
Second problem – I used to have this friend, who wasnt a very good friend. She had a wonderful boyfriend who took amazing care of her… but that was all she used him for~
We had a falling out, and didnt talk for months. One day out of the blue, this guy text me. I could tell he was interrested.. and he ended things with the other girl.. started persueing me. Hes much older than i… but the nicest guy ive ever met. he lives like 4 hours from me tho. I DID NOT ASK HIM TO DO THIS! But he opened a bank account, sent me a bank card and keeps it very full! Therefore more money, worse habbit. Is this wrong that even tho her and i are not friends I let this happen between him and i?
Problem 3 – I have my own home, and im secure. My mother is always homeless.. So i allowed her to stay here for free. Months went by, I got tired of it and told her I was done helping her because she isnt trying to help herself… I feel terrible for this… shes not at the Smaritan house, which is for homeless people…
There are all these things eating away at me… and Im loosing sleep, and feeling terrible about myself…. I dont know what to do about anything anymore…. I could use some words of advice or hear someone elses thoughts?

Okay so my book is about a seventeen year old girl, Alli, who is stuck in a wheelchair after she decides to attempt driving home from a fourth of July party drunk. The story starts off in her bedroom on the last day of summer. She basically spent the whole summer locked in her room, she’s avoided her friends and barely even talks to her parents anymore. Especially when she hears them arguing about sending her to rehab. Her mother never gives her the benefit of the doubt, her father is a little more reasonable. When school begans the next day, she has only the support of her family oriented brother, Austin. Then she runs into the new guy. Asher Walden. He hangs with the ‘druggies’ of the school, taunts her constantly, and is very short-tempered. He turned to drugs and alcohol to cope with the suicide of his brother who suffered PTSD after being wounded in the war. So Asher basically lives two lives. In public his walls are up, he puts on his tough guy facade. But he also must help take care of his young five year old neice, since her father is dead and her mother (his sister-in-law) is too unstable. She does try being in her daughter’s life- but after losing her husband she can hardly take care of herself much less a child. So Asher and Alli both have their demons to fight, but when they start falling for each other they try fighting them together. Of course there are complications along the way. Asher’s temper spirals out of control, Alli’s family despises Asher for his reputation, and some other stuff that threaten to tear them a part.

i NEED help with a title though. Please and thank you.