We will help you get your mom off drugs!

Adelina is abused by her step brother, Derick, while her mother is in rehab and her step-dad, Paulie, is ill. The house nurse visits to take care of Paulie.. because he’s dying, but that’s the only adult that visits the house.. and she’s gone by the time Lina comes home. So Paulie’s cancer is why her mother is in rehab, she became a drunk after Paulie was diagnosed, and drinks every time she sees him the way he is.

With Derick (18) in charge of the house, he takes his anger out on the main character, Lina. (Adelina – 15) Lina becomes involved in drugs, boys, prostitution, stealing, and drinking, because she wants to feel that control over her life, when at home she has no control. If she ran away, Derick would report it and they would take her to a foster home, and then she wouldn’t have ANY control over her free time. So, she goes home each night and lets him do as he pleases, so she can hold onto that freedom.

I’m not going to tell you the actual story, bc I don’t want anyone stealing my ideas. I just want to know if this set-up is realistic. And I know it wasn’t obvious, but this is a fantasy.. and no she does not meet some mysterious boy that saves her. The fantasy elements make her life darker, actually.

Revenge in the Mist

It was a dark night in October. Three thirteen-year old girls walked together, talking and arguing. Jessie was walking in the middle. She was the boldest of the three girls with light brown hair and soft brown eyes. Heather was on her right, a very shy looking girl with flaming red hair with bright green eyes. On Jessie’s left, was a very pretty girl with curly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was the brattiest of the three and had been feuding with Heather for a long time. Her name was Jenna. They walked down the long winding path through the woods, with the leaves crunching under their feet. Living in Salem, Massachusetts, they were all naturally superstitious.
Jessie sighed as Jenna and Heather began quarreling again. Suddenly, they heard a CRACK! They all jumped. “What was that?” Heather squeaked. Jenna shrugged and they all started walking and talking again. It was getting dark and they had to be home by 10:00 PM, so they banged a u-turn to head back. “Um, which way’s home?” pondered Jenna, when she looked around and saw that there were four paths instead of one. Jessie said, “What happened to the straight path? Did we walk the wrong way onto another path while you two were arguing? Ugh! Why can’t you two get along? So what if she put glue on your chair in 6th grade, Heather? Ok, so I have to admit, that was mean, but that was two years ago! Jenna, she was your best friend in kindergarten through 5th grade! You girls have no idea what people must think of you arguing the way you do! You two were so popular in Elementary School! This fighting is so unnatural! Yes, Jenna, don’t deny it! You were best friends! WE were best friends! I asked you to come on this walk so we could fix this. Maybe it’s time you settled your conflict. All friends have fights! You two think about that while I figure out the way back home. Good thing I brought a flashlight.” Jenna and Heather looked at her surprised with their mouths wide open.
After Jessie went down one of the paths, the other two girls faced each other. They started talking at the same time and said the same thing. “I’m sorry,” then giggled and hugged. “I’m sorry that we were fighting, Heather. She’s right, though. Our fight led to too many evil and hateful words. I couldn’t stand for my best friend to be talking about me behind my back. You were too deceitful! I mean, we’ve changed, all three of us have. But we’ll always be the popular girls. The wicked cool kind of popular girls, not some of those mean popular girls like Valerie Kenton. Talk about evil! Remember at Jessie’s party…” she was interrupted suddenly when they heard a loud “BOOM”!
Jessie dropped the flashlight as she ran back from her explorations. “Hey! Are you girls okay? What was that noise?” Heather shrugged and said, “I’m not sure, but it’s really dark now!” Jenna gasped and pointed down the path, “Look! I see smoke! Maybe it’s a house! Let’s go see!” She started running, but Jessie grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She had a superstitious look that Heather and Jenna knew way too well. Jessie’s parents re-enacted the Salem Witch trials for tourists on the weekends. The girls had heard stories all the time from them like this one. “Don’t you know who lives here in the woods? Elizabeth Swanson! It’s said she’s an old witch from the Trials who disappeared before they could catch her! She lost her daughters, Alexandra and Marianna during the interrogations. It’s said that her daughters were only thirteen when they were burned at the stake and it’s because they were accused by their best friend, Margaret Donnell. Their mother, Elizabeth, was a witch who passed on her powers to her daughters, but they hadn’t grown into them enough to use them to save themselves. Elizabeth has been searching for Margaret ever since they died. It’s said that young girls disappear if they go too near her house. She seems to think that every young girl might be Margaret in disguise. Still to this day, Elizabeth wants to have her revenge on all of them for taking away her daughters. We can’t ever go over there! Plus, I already found the path home! Let’s go!”
They hurried down the right pathway. Suddenly, out of the mist came a hunched old figure. “Hello, Margaret,” croaked the figure as fire appeared all around them. Jenna grabbed onto Heather and Jessie in fear. There was no one to hear their echoing shrieks but the witch, Elizabeth Swanson.
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I’m Thirteen.

It is called “Carissa”, it’s about a girl who goes crazy. Here is the beginning.

There she stood four foot tall, eight-year-old Carissa Jenkins. From her introverted personality, to her unattractive facial features, she was an outcast. It was not all her fault though. Her parents, Paul and Jenette, had never taken good care of her. At 17, Jenette was a slut. Every week she would have sex with at least three different men. Guy after guy, she did not stop. One time, she got Herpes from a man she slept with. She even had unprotected sex with a man who had HIV. Aside from having sex with random men, she abused drugs, like Cocaine and Methamphetamine. Her mother sent her to rehab multiple times, even thought it never helped. Se detested her life so much, she tried to commit suicide twice by slitting her wrists. Jenette’s life was a living hell. Then she met Paul. It was love at first sight. Even though Jenette was 18, and Paul was 25, they got married, and soon became pregnant. Jenette always wanted a girl, so when they found out it was a boy, she was devastated. One day when she was alone, she took a metal hanger and tried to perform a self-abortion. When Paul found her, Jenette was laying in the bathtub, with her vagina covered in blood. They went to the hospital and got a real abortion, since the baby as dead. Before you knew it, they were pregnant again, this time it being a girl. Nine months later, Jenette delivered a healthy baby girl, whom they name Carissa. Little did they know, Carissa would be more evil than anyone could imagine.

There she stood four foot tall, eight-year-old Carissa Jenkins. From her introverted personality, to her unattractive facial features, she was an outcast. It was not all her fault though. Her parents, Paul and Jenette, had never taken good care of her. At 17, Jenette was a slut. Every week she would have sex with at least three different men. Guy after guy, she did not stop. One time, she got Herpes from a man she slept with. She even had unprotected sex with a man who had HIV. Aside from having sex with random men, she abused drugs, like Cocaine and Methamphetamine. Her mother sent her to rehab multiple times, even thought it never helped. Se detested her life so much, she tried to commit suicide twice by slitting her wrists. Jenette’s life was a living hell. Then she met Paul. It was love at first sight. Even though Jenette was 18, and Paul was 25, they got married, and soon became pregnant. Jenette always wanted a girl, so when they found out it was a boy, she was devastated. One day when she was alone, she took a metal hanger and tried to perform a self-abortion. When Paul found her, Jenette was laying in the bathtub, with her vagina covered in blood. They went to the hospital and got a real abortion, since the baby as dead. Before you knew it, they were pregnant again, this time it being a girl. Nine months later, Jenette delivered a healthy baby girl, whom they name Carissa. Little did they know, Carissa would be more evil than anyone could imagine.

Real Name: Corey Taylor
Nicknamed “The Sickness”

Corey Taylor, born December 8, 1973, is the lead singer of nu metal band Slipknot and vocalist and occasional guitarist of the band Stone Sour, the latter being formed prior to the commercial success of Slipknot.

Corey is the master of the horrid vocals and lyrics in Slipknot. Before he joined the band, he worked in a porn shop to earn money (it was called “Adult Emporium”). On stage he is loud, fast, and out of control. Offstage, he seems very calm and down to Earth. Before Slipknot he was part of the band Stone Sour. Corey loves Comedy albums, which he grew up on.

Battles With Alcoholism
Known as “the guy that was always ready to go out and do shots”, Taylor’s drinking became more and more problematic as time went by. Eventually it reached a point where Taylor would begin to drink as soon as he got up in the morning and generally would not stop until blacking out. According to Taylor, the problem began to eat away at his family life as he became more and more apathetic to the people and things surrounding him. Taylor finally made several attempts at suicide . All this culminated to the night of November 14 , 2003 . On this night, Taylor was about to jump off of the eighth story balcony of the Hyatt on Sunset Boulevard but his wife, Scarlett, managed to talk him down. After this incident Scarlett told him either he had to sober up and start being a father and husband or she was leaving with their kids.

Taylor chose to quit drinking and go sober rather then lose his family. The next year would prove to be “the worst year of his life” as Taylor struggled to redefine himself as a person and give up his partying persona and repair the damage that he had done to his body. He spent the year in self-imposed isolation, claiming that he “pushed his wife away for a while and was a really selfish, cold dick”. In the process, the struggle would fuel some of his songs with Stone Sour, such as “Socio” and “Zzyzx Rd”. Finally, Taylor would come to grips with his sobriety and began to use it as a source of inspiration.

Death Scare
In September of 2004, fans of Taylor were alarmed by quickly circulating rumors that he had died. The rumors were started by a website that had declared Taylor’s death on the Friday of September 10, 2004. Further fanning the flames of the speculation into the matter, radio personality Mancow Muller discussed the subject of Taylor’s death on his show on the following Tuesday, September 14.

According to Scarlett, the rumors first attributed Taylor’s death to a drug overdose, then later to a fatal car crash. The whole incident happened to coincide with a birthday for Taylor’s son on the following Friday (September 17). The sudden and unexpected influx of people going into the Taylor household for Taylor’s son’s birthday party only caused even higher heights of concern, causing even Taylor’s manager to call them and confirm that Taylor was alright. Finally Taylor decide to put the issue to rest, walking out onto his front patio and yelling to the crowd “I am not dead.” Laughing, his father-in-law backed him up, “Rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated”.

Meeting His Father
Taylor grew up not knowing his father. His father left prior to his birth and, at the request of Taylor’s mother, remained absent from Taylor’s life. It would not be until many years later that the two of them would finally meet. Scarlett took it upon herself to confront Taylor’s mother about the issue, demanding that she reveal to Scarlett whatever she could about Taylor’s father. When Taylor’s mother finally agreed, Scarlett hired a private detective to find Taylor’s father.

When the two of them finally met, the reunion turned out very well, starting off with the two of them having reportedly “cried for about 20 minutes”. Taylor was overjoyed by the reunion saying that “a whole new chapter in [his] life has opened”.

Facts

* Corey has always been a huge fan of Spider-Man , wears a large Spider-man head ring, and has a Spider-man tattoo.
* Corey also has a band with former Slipknot member Josh Brainard called Audacious P (A Tenacious D Tribute Band).
* Corey is also in a cover band called Dum Fux, genres include punk, metal, 70s rock, 80s synth, “whatever the band feels like doing.”

Real Name: Corey Taylor
Nicknamed “The Sickness”

Corey Taylor, born December 8, 1973, is the lead singer of nu metal band Slipknot and vocalist and occasional guitarist of the band Stone Sour, the latter being formed prior to the commercial success of Slipknot.

Corey is the master of the horrid vocals and lyrics in Slipknot. Before he joined the band, he worked in a porn shop to earn money (it was called “Adult Emporium”). On stage he is loud, fast, and out of control. Offstage, he seems very calm and down to Earth. Before Slipknot he was part of the band Stone Sour. Corey loves Comedy albums, which he grew up on.

Battles With Alcoholism
Known as “the guy that was always ready to go out and do shots”, Taylor’s drinking became more and more problematic as time went by. Eventually it reached a point where Taylor would begin to drink as soon as he got up in the morning and generally would not stop until blacking out. According to Taylor, the problem began to eat away at his family life as he became more and more apathetic to the people and things surrounding him. Taylor finally made several attempts at suicide . All this culminated to the night of November 14 , 2003 . On this night, Taylor was about to jump off of the eighth story balcony of the Hyatt on Sunset Boulevard but his wife, Scarlett, managed to talk him down. After this incident Scarlett told him either he had to sober up and start being a father and husband or she was leaving with their kids.

Taylor chose to quit drinking and go sober rather then lose his family. The next year would prove to be “the worst year of his life” as Taylor struggled to redefine himself as a person and give up his partying persona and repair the damage that he had done to his body. He spent the year in self-imposed isolation, claiming that he “pushed his wife away for a while and was a really selfish, cold dick”. In the process, the struggle would fuel some of his songs with Stone Sour, such as “Socio” and “Zzyzx Rd”. Finally, Taylor would come to grips with his sobriety and began to use it as a source of inspiration.

Death Scare
In September of 2004, fans of Taylor were alarmed by quickly circulating rumors that he had died. The rumors were started by a website that had declared Taylor’s death on the Friday of September 10, 2004. Further fanning the flames of the speculation into the matter, radio personality Mancow Muller discussed the subject of Taylor’s death on his show on the following Tuesday, September 14.

According to Scarlett, the rumors first attributed Taylor’s death to a drug overdose, then later to a fatal car crash. The whole incident happened to coincide with a birthday for Taylor’s son on the following Friday (September 17). The sudden and unexpected influx of people going into the Taylor household for Taylor’s son’s birthday party only caused even higher heights of concern, causing even Taylor’s manager to call them and confirm that Taylor was alright. Finally Taylor decide to put the issue to rest, walking out onto his front patio and yelling to the crowd “I am not dead.” Laughing, his father-in-law backed him up, “Rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated”.

Meeting His Father
Taylor grew up not knowing his father. His father left prior to his birth and, at the request of Taylor’s mother, remained absent from Taylor’s life. It would not be until many years later that the two of them would finally meet. Scarlett took it upon herself to confront Taylor’s mother about the issue, demanding that she reveal to Scarlett whatever she could about Taylor’s father. When Taylor’s mother finally agreed, Scarlett hired a private detective to find Taylor’s father.

When the two of them finally met, the reunion turned out very well, starting off with the two of them having reportedly “cried for about 20 minutes”. Taylor was overjoyed by the reunion saying that “a whole new chapter in [his] life has opened”.

Facts

* Corey has always been a huge fan of Spider-Man , wears a large Spider-man head ring, and has a Spider-man tattoo.
* Corey also has a band with former Slipknot member Josh Brainard called Audacious P (A Tenacious D Tribute Band).
* Corey is also in a cover band called Dum Fux, genres include punk, metal, 70s rock, 80s synth, “whatever the band feels like doing.”

There she stood four foot tall, eight-year-old Carissa Jenkins. From her introverted personality, to her unattractive facial features, she was an outcast. It was not all her fault though. Her parents, Paul and Jenette, had never taken good care of her. At 17, Jenette was a slut. Every week she would have sex with at least three different men. Guy after guy, she did not stop. One time, she got Herpes from a man she slept with. She even had unprotected sex with a man who had HIV. Aside from having sex with random men, she abused drugs, like Cocaine and Methamphetamine. Her mother sent her to rehab multiple times, even thought it never helped. Se detested her life so much, she tried to commit suicide twice by slitting her wrists. Jenette’s life was a living hell. Then she met Paul. It was love at first sight. Even though Jenette was 18, and Paul was 25, they got married, and soon became pregnant. Jenette always wanted a girl, so when they found out it was a boy, she was devastated. One day when she was alone, she took a metal hanger and tried to perform a self-abortion. When Paul found her, Jenette was laying in the bathtub, with her vagina covered in blood. They went to the hospital and got a real abortion, since the baby as dead. Before you knew it, they were pregnant again, this time it being a girl. Nine months later, Jenette delivered a healthy baby girl, whom they name Carissa. Little did they know, Carissa would be more evil than anyone could imagine.

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.

His name was Kieth. He was born in a small town not far from where he was now. He doesn’t want to remember the town. It brought him bad memories.

In his teens, his mother was a chef for a restaurant specifically for vegetarians in that little town. She would bring home large dishes of salads and saute creations for her son to digest. he was an only child and she was a single mom.

He would always throw away the vegetables when his mother didn’t look, always giving it to the earth outside. Instead, he would secretly earn money at a local chicken dish restaurant and feed on the food offered there for lunch break. His mother was at work the whole time, so she wouldn’t know.

His mother occasionally grew suspicious of him and asked him where he was earning his money. He would always reply, “I want to become a chef like you, mom. I work at a restaurant so I can watch the chefs do their job.” She was pride of him.

Out of the house now, he goes to the grocery store to buy one thing only: meat. Shopping was not his thing, so he had to get a whole lot of that tough, juicy flesh of any animal, as long as it didn’t go bad. He had a dracula stage play flyer posted on his bedroom door with the words ‘Blood is life” printed largely in white over the background painting of an old Transylvanian castle. The word “blood” was crossed out with the word meat with a permanent marker. Large stuffed deer heads were hung on the cabin wall. Teenage rebellion doesn’t seem to stop in the blossom of adulthood.

Today, on this very night, he was planning his masterpiece. He was going to roast an entire lamb in an oven and then fry some chicken in lard.
After putting the lamb in the oven, he started to cook his chicken. The lard sizzled and the natural scent of chicken swelled into the air with steam and a little smoke.
“Ahhhhh,” he exhaled after breathing in the fragrance. The steam rose in huge puffs and shook the large butcher knifes that hung on the lamp above the stove. He never used those butcher knifes, they were only for decoration. He only had decorations such as these on the inside of his small home. His house had no lawn, no grass, no plants. The big city was cramped enough to elliminate them. He liked the city and the meat because they were both the farthest things from grown vegetables.

The meat was finished. He pulled the lamb out with the heat pads and sniffed it intimately. The sniff was like a drug, like sniffing crack. He skipped to the dinner table, carefully so as to not to drop the pan. His started to whistle a tune from his favorite band: Disturbed. He then set the pan down and gets the chicken, cutting it to bits and sprinkling the pieces over the lamb chunks. He set his fork and knife on the edge of the tender flesh. He licked his lips. This moment would pass by quickly, even if he took several hours to finish it.

It was morning. Keith woke up. He stepped off his bed and bent over to stretch his tired muscles. Turning around, he knelt down on his knees and reached under his bed for his slippers. But something touched his hand. It felt smooth, but jagged on the sides. It was kind of flexible but hard and rigid. Covering his entire two fingers over it, he pulled it out from underneath the bed.

He continued to stare at it. He knew what it was. It was a human fingernail, with blood clots on the edges.

He shoved it into his left pocket and got ready for work.

Hi, this is just a random story i made, its not about me or any1 i know, can u please just gimme ur opinion? its not rlly edited, its just te outline, all advice apriciated!! thx oh and btw, i know that i cant spell :p sorry :)

“Kelsey, right down this way please”
“Sure” I say to the nurse, i am at the doctors office, and i am about to get weighed…. but b4 lemme just tell u a little bit about myself…..
I have always been pudgy. Always, i eat a lot, way way way to much. I binge.. alot.
When i was about 10, i stole a lot of food from the kitchen, i even remember what the food was.
i stole 3 bags gof chips, a tub of ice cream, a bag of my fave. chocolates, and some sour cream and chocolate sauce… mmm. Well i read online that i was apparently “too thin”…. little did i know that it was an unreliable website trying to comfort overweight people, i was really 10 lbs overweight. well i decided that the website was right, i was 10 lbs UNDER weight.. so i ate. and ate. and ate.
after my mom when to bed that night, i had a huge binge, again, before i did this, i was 4”5 and i weight 89 lbs, then after about 2 days of solid binging (summer break) i was 4”5 and 97 lbs…
i kept binging, for about 2 weeks, and i gained 15 lbs, i looked in te mirror, and put on my smallest jeans (kids size 14) and te poppe. iterally, the button came right off, i pot on my biggest t shirt, and riiiiiiipppp, i thought “uh-huh’ nad i looked into the mirror, and saw an ugly fat girl. i had a pot belly, POT BELLY, i looked like a pig. i had a pot belly, i weighed 113 lbs! i was obese, so my mom took be to the doctor, it’s been 3 yrs of binging since then… i think this is going to end bad.
Ok, back to the present.
I was 5”0 ft tall, and
“149″
“WHAT”
“Sorry, ma’am, please go see dr. shaman down te hall.”
“ok”
I walk down the hall, tihnking about the last 3 yrs of constantley eating, buying bigger sizes… i’m a kids t-shirt size xxxl, and a juniors pant size 10, crap.
I look up, on the door in big gold letters in says”Weight Help Center”
oh crapppp.
I look it, a nurse is in there, she say “Hello, can i help u?”
“Um… ya i’m looking 4 r. shaman, is he in?”
“Mhh hmmm, just 1 moment please.”
“Thanks.”

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TO BE CONTINUED
look 4 more and tell me ur thoughts, im gonna write a yahoo answers series!
thanks in advance!
Ok, here is a similar story… redone :) thanks for the advice so far!

I step on to the scale… as i’m waiting for the overly friendly nurse to tinker with the scale, i prey
“Hey G-d, yeah hi, please let me have somehow lost weight while i was eating chocolate this year! Amen.”
“147″ the nurse says, with WAY to much pep.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Um…. no, please go down the hall, the doctor will be with you shortly.”
“Um…. ok. thanks.”
As i walk down the hall, i feel like a hippo, how did this happen to me? I don’t eat that much…. well even i know that’s a lie, i thoguh my growing 3 inches would kinda help me balance out… i guess i was wrong. well, now I have to lose weight…. this is going to suck.
I walk down the hall way, finally there is an office, I walk in, and i think how lucky i am to be able to go to the doctor by myself, what would my mom do now??
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To be continued! Thanx in advance, writing more soon i’m running out of space!!
Ok, this is the story CONTINUED:
I walk in and sit down. My mom dropped me here about 25 minutes ago, how am i going to break it to here that i am a 147 pound cow? Oh, what to o, what to do.
Another peppy nurse walks in
“Hi. are you kelsey? Dr. Johnson can see you now.”
“Ok, do i just go down through there?”
She nods.
“Uh huh, 3r door on the right.”
Wow, this doctor’s place it big, maybe in hope that as we walk we’ll some how burn calories? wow, i’m getting lame.
Anyways, i get there, and a sour man in in the room, but then he see’s me and has a wicked grin on his face
“Hi, you must be kelsey, the 150 one? Huh? Ouch, that will take months to work off, how will you get through summer in long pants and long sleeves? ”
Omg, this is not happening i think, this guy is evil!!
“Ok, so how di you pack on 50 lbs in 4 months? What, did you just forget to breath, how much did you eat? you know that’s over 160000 callories, you had! didn’t you notice what was happening to your body?”
Danm.

Raven Von Trese
she is 16 years old and weighs 120 pounds.She is very short for her age.She a moon pale skiontone with big brown eyes and dark Black hair with blue streaks.
her family was tron apart by drug addicted hooker for a mother and a father thats never around no one really gets her she only has one firend Benji Lewis who cam from the same background as her he is the only person who dosen’t hate her.

Velma Von Trese
Raven’s Mom
36 years old
weighs 100 pounds
is about 5’6 tall
She is a very skiny has bleched blonde hair and a fake tan with light green eyes.
She dosen’t care at all about her daughter and is normally to wasted to walk so most of the time she passed out on the floor or out on the streets looking for cleints.or she at the local bar getting wasted.and somtimes she hits her daughter just for fun.
heres the other two main people

Benji Lewis
he is 15 years old
weighs 130
around 6’11 tall.
He has dark black hair with beautiful blue eyes
he has snow white skin.
Benji has know Raven all of his life.His mom left him and his dad on his 13th brithday for a billanroeHe hasn’t been the same ever since.He eats lunch away from the back stabing,curel,evil preps that try to make his and raven’s life even worse than it is by tping their small little trailers every Halloween.
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Marcy A.K.A the most popular gril in school
she is 17 she failed two grades
weighs 90 pounds
she was platium blonde hair with baby blue eyes and has tan skintone
she loves two ruin other people’s lives like raven and benji because ther emo and she thinks there wired so her and her group chose to make fun of them and sya they have grems and are freaks just becaue.

“Mommy, where am I going?!” One girl cried out.

The train station was empty except for a line of children and their parents. Outside the train station, several black cars rested, their windows rolled down and the shiny tips of high powered rifles pointed out.

It was November tenth. A day that would go down in infamy, but as for now, history had yet to be made. The focus was on five of the world’s most precious children. The focus was on getting them onto the train and out of danger.

The five children were being showered in love as the train pulled into station. It was a monstrous thing. It was six cars long, and each side was heavily coated in shining metal. In intervals of two feet along the side, lethal looking metal spikes protruded out. Stationed on the top of the heavily defended train sat two turrets, their operators were covered by a transparent bubble of bullet proof glass.

Each child was brought into a warm embrace, everyone single person had fresh tears running down their faces. Outside the heavens seemed to be weeping as well. Heavy drops of rain began to fall. There was a crack of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightening that lit up the dank station.

“Mommy, daddy, I love you,” One by one the children were pushed away. Their parents weeping lightly as the most important things in their lives were turned from them by a blond woman in a conductor outfit.

She looked at each sobbing parent with kind blue eyes, and it seemed to comfort them as she pulled them toward the smoking train doors.

“Alessandra, go with the nice lady, we’ll see you soon,” One girl’s mother croaked out before breaking out into more sobs.

“Mommy I don’t want to go, I’m strong, I can stay and help,” a small blond girl belted out, her fragile hands were placed on her hips. Another strong boom of thunder signaled the start of a down pour. Streaks of water rushed down the many tinted station windows.

“No, honey, you have to go” Her mother responded. Finally, the blond conductor approached, and placed one hand firmly on the girl’s shoulder. The girl whipped around and knocked her hand away before gripping tightly onto her mother, tears were running down her face.

At this point, her mother fell down, the sorrow of it all was too much. The rest of the children had already boarded, their faces were all pushed up against the windows of their separate cars. Their eyes watching, their hands waving, and their mouths forming words.

The conductor moved forward, the young girl screamed, her eyes were wide with a primal fear. And for a second the conductor stopped, and the two stared at each other. The conductor had stopped half reach, and the girl had now stopped screaming. Something had clicked. Maybe it had been meeting of their eyes. Or perhaps it had been the swirling of blue and red within the girl’s eyes that had stopped the conductor. But for what seemed like an eternity the two sat staring at one and other.

Suddenly, the small girl moved forward.

“I love you mommy,” she whispered, before taking the conductors hand. “I realized that in order to save you, I have to go” Those were the last words her mother would hear from her eleven year old daughter for two years.

Leaving the grieving parents behind, the train gave a wailing cry and the doors shut. The conductor watched the parents reach out, and she realized how important the cargo was now.

Outside the rain continued to get heavier, and the black cars rolled their windows up and sped away, leaving the station behind.

Hope would soon come in the form of five children.

The fate of the world sat in their delicate hands.

How do you like my story so far?
I know I’m not that good, but I’d like some feedback on how I can get better :]. Thank youuu,

*8:45 am*

I had the most awful headache in the world. My whole head was pounding. I felt like a mess with sweat all over my face. I put my hand to my forehead and yawned really loud. I started to open my eyes and that’s when I remembered.

Cody.

Oh my God.

I looked around to the other side of me on the bed but didn’t see no one. I didn’t hear anything but silence. This is so embarrassing. What happened last night? How did I get here? How come only my jeans are on? Oh my God. I can’t believe this. I looked around and saw that my skimpy tank top was lying on the floor. I tried to think back to last night but everything was black. I just remember going outside with him after the party. He must of taken me here. I screamed a little bit by the thought of it. How could I have been so stupid?

As I got up to get my tank top, I caught my reflection in the mirror on his dresser. I looked horrible. My hair was in knots with my mascara and eyeliner all under my eyes. I had bruises on my neck and arms. I didn’t want to see myself anymore. I grabbed the tank top and pulled it on real fast. I noticed I couldn’t find any shoes or socks. Did I really come here barefoot? I must of really been drunk last night, since it was my first time ever drinking alcohol.

I started walking out of the room and down the small hallway towards the kitchen and living room. I didn’t see anyone at all. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. I stepped out on the porch and thought about where I was suppose to go. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go to Savanna’s. I just didn’t want to walk around like this all day. What about Cody? Will I ever see him again? Was this all a joke to him? He told me I was beautiful. I felt some tears start to slide down my cheek. That’s when I busted out into sobs. I went down in the yard and fell against the hard damp grass. I started screaming and crying. My head was killing me and Cody took advantage of me.

I couldn’t believe that I could let this happen. What was wrong with me last night? I closed my eyes and tried to block this all out of my mind. After awhile, I got up and started walking. I didn’t know where to go. If anyone could understand it would be Savanna. It would feel awkward going to visit her after that huge fight last night. I will just call her. As I walked down the street, I could feel people staring at me. I didn’t really care. What was left to care about? I kept walking down the sidewalk just looking straight ahead of me. Not really caring who saw me like this. I finally saw my house in the distance. I never in my life thought I would feel so happy to see my home.

I walked up the concrete steps and opened the front door. The house was trashed. Alcohol with cigarette smoke was so thick that I started to cough. I could hear someone laughing up stairs, but saw no one else around. I started to walk up the stairs and saw my mother’s door cracked. I could see her lying on the bed with her new boyfriend lying beside her.

“Oh, Jesse you just do things to me.” She said, giggling and pulling on his arms.

He pulled her on top of him and started kissing her. That about made me puke right there. Like I didn’t already need reasons too. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bedroom that I had locked. I unlatched it and opened it. I sighed in relief, thank goodness nothing was touched or moved around. I found the telephone lying on my desk. I went over to pick it up and hit speed dial to call Savanna. It ringed around two or three times before I heard her voice.

“What do you want Alicia?” Savanna said in the most annoyed tone.

I didn’t say anything at first. How could she still be mad at me? I have no one left.

I heard Savanna yell something in the background, then sighed, “You do know you left your shit here last night?”

It she was going to treat me like this, no sense in telling her the truth about what I was going to tell her. Instead I tried to make my voice sound calm and normal, “Yeah, that’s why I called. Could I pick it up later?”

“You should just be happy I didn’t through it away, but I suppose so.” Savanna said in a low tone then hung up on me.

This was just too much. My whole world went black as I collapsed on my bed.
S H I T

that’s what the **** was.

Ok, see this was my idea for my story, but idk. am not convinced.
ok, it starts out as a 15 year old girl who has a great voice, but record companies turn her down. She’s struck hard.
20 years later, she has a 15 year daughter, and shes a single mother and works as an accountant.
The daughter has never met her father and wants to search for him. on the way to discovering her father, she discovers her mother’s true dream was.
The daughter realizes that she too has singing skills and wants to try it out in the big world, but shes afraid of what her mother might think. She tries out for record companies.
One record company gave her a 50,000 record deal. She accidentally tells her mother.
Her mother doesnt understand why she wants to be a singer, or she pretends.
Her daughter decides to take it anyway. Her mother and her dont talk for a while.
But the daughter doesnt mind, because she recording a cd. On the way to fame, she meets a guy and she thinks hes really nice.
they go out and they plan on getting married.the daughter releases her first album.
and its an instant hit, top of the charts. it’s a happy ending. until…book 2!

book 2( needs a title too)- her mom is really surprised at how well things are going in her daughter’s life and apologizes for trying to hold her back from her dream.
But her daughter takes everything for granted. She does a lot of concerts and on one occasion when her fiance wasnt around, she fooled around with her manager…if you no wat i mean.
Her fiance finds them and breaks up wit her. Shes depressed and does drugs.
Her manager quit after she stopped fooling around with him.
So, she hasnt seen her mom for a while. So she goes to see her mom.
Her mom is scared, bcuz she looks dead.
The daughter denies doing drugs.
But her mother checked her urine at a clinic and the daughter was lying of course. Her mother sent her to rehab, which her father owned. Yes, she found out nd he helps her out.
Apparently, her ex works there. nd she tries to avoid him, bcuz shes ashamed of herself.
He finds her one times. nd the daughter was really timid. the ex said he wanted to help her, but thats all he was going to be to her, a helper.
She understood.
But soon enough they both fell head over heals over eachother. ultimately, she got off the drugs, nd she got back in the music industry, only this time she was a alternative singer.
She didnt do as many concerts. Nd yes, she did again fool around with her manager, but her manager was her fiance. They married. And the book ends with them fooling around.

What do you think?
what would be a great title for both of them?

is it a true story?
ive always wanted to know.
it makes me cry evertime i listen to it.
if you havent heard it listen to it!!!
like, now!

heres the lyrics too,

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern was making a million
Being the illest hustler that the world ever seen
He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but forever, yeah, she was sober
Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I dont project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to proof to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
He’d get his respect back in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfiling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cutthroats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to them, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a Blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone ’til they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to proof he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife, never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
“This is it, kid, now you got your chance to be raw”
So Billy yoked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, “Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!”
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what s
brothers
Cocked the Gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had succesfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause God wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I’m telling is true
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his

Last year, my mother went to rehab because she was addicted to crack. From there I moved in with my Grandparents who smoke (cigarettes) all the time in my house and my lungs are terrible. Before that, my Step Dad moved in and always abused her. I hae two brothers, but all of us have differen’t fathers. Several times before, I found a pipe in my toy box, in my mom’s purse, a baggie of crack in my bathroom and on the kitchen table. I knew she did it, but I did want to believe it. She always made excuses for some reason I in a way believed it because I wanted a better life. My mother never paid her rent, and our house was always trashed. By this time, I lived with my 3 year old brother and her. I was 12 years old. She later admitted to me that every night she went downstairs and did crack. Their is so much more than this you would never believe, but this is all I can fit. My question is, from what you’ve heard, would you be depressed? this is coming from a little girl, who has lived.

So my character just ran out (mid day) of school after telling off her teacher. She ran home and the chapter ended “, I just walked. I continued doing so until I got home, where my mother and father stood awaiting my arrival.”
What should the parents do to her?
Im a kid so idk what i would do to my daughter if that happened.
Things to know about the parents: Mom alcoholic and dad workaholic

This is just the main idea. Please forgive the bad grammar. I was sleepy when I wrote this. :D

Yuria, an apprentice shinigami (death god), commits a big mistake: she takes the soul of Riley Pascual instead of that of his twin, Kyle, killing the former and transferring the rest of his lifespan to the latter. Because he is the wrong man, Riley is refused entrance to afterlife and Yuria transfers his soul to the family’s cat, Tabby. This gives Riley 5 years to live while Tabby goes to the afterlife. Kyle soon discovers his mother’s plans to commit suicide and his brother’s alcoholism and porn magazines. Now, it’s up to the family pet to stop them from wasting their precious lives.
note: i want it to be fantasy-comedy-drama

I did not post the details of my situation when I initially asked if I could give my baby up for adoption because I knew the hate that was likely to come in my direction.

However, since I have asked additionally, for clarification on why so many in this section seem to be anti adoption & many of you read my first question… you are assuming the reason I want to give my child up is financial, or lack of support, or even young age, unmarried…These are the most common reasons, but they are not my reasons. Let me tell you what happened briefly (as is possible) & please then only answer if you have something worthwhile to contribute that is not hateful & judgemental. I am already HUGELY aware that what has occured is “wrong” in the eyes of many. I am trying to find the most responsible solution.

I am married. I have 4 children (all with the same father, my husband). They range in age from 13 to 4. I have a great job. Lots of money. But I am gone A LOT. My husband stays home with our kids & helps @ lunch @ the kids’ Montessori. He is a good man. He puts up with a lot.

A while back I was introduced to a man I wil call John at a party. We had a brief relationship & I got pregnant sleeping with him once…yes, yes, poor judgement, lack of self control, sin, irresponsible toward my family…I agree. But none of that changes the current situation. I could not bring myself to have an abortion because I know & love the 4 children I have & I had a period of time after I found out I was pregnant with my 4th child (&my son was only 8 months old & I was entering a very intense portion of my training) that I considered terminating my pregnancy. But every time I look at her I think how much poorer I would be if I didn’t have her. So I chose not to terminate this pregnancy either.

John is struggling in life. He is 38 & has an 18 year old daughter who lives w her mother in a dif state. He missed out on most of her life because he was busy using. After spending some time in prison & successfully completing a lengthy drug treatment & rehab program he has done a lot to turn his life around. But his prospects are limited due to his criminal record. He is excited about this baby.

But there is the obvious dillemma…this is not my husband’s baby. He at first was VERY angry with me which is understandable. He is now less angry & we are getting along well, but he doesn’t want to tell anyone about this pregnancy or have to explain anything. He has said that if I want to keep this baby I need to move out. If I move out, I will see my 4 kiddos even less than I do now.

I ask about giving the child up without John’s permission because I know that he would take the child. & I don’t think he would be a poor father, but I REALLY struggle with the effects on this baby…knowing that it has 4 siblings & a mother that live across town but living eternity wondering why I kept them & not it. I know that the child would still be involved in my life in some way, shape, or form even if he took custody….& that would be even harder on the child. To have some marginally/ minimally involved mother & being raised without its 4 siblings. So the thought was that the child would be better off with an adoptive family that was whole.

Ideally, I would like to keep this baby & raise it with my other 4 children. But I don’t know that my husband can come to a place where he could accept this. Especially since John will obviously be involved & would need to come to the house to pick the child up etc.

So tell me in this context what would be best? Please spare me the hate & the religious lectures. I am my own worst enemy. But I WOULD appreciate any sincere thoughts / perspectives.
Sorry. This is a book.
No Phil, I appreciated your answer. I just had some incorrect assumptions made about my situation & reasoning for thinking of adoption. I do thank you for your reply.

Alone in the Dark

The limousine glided through the mist like a ship in a harbour. If it had been daytime, people would have pointed and maybe even waved, but 5 am was too early to recognize a small town celebrity. The passenger of the long black car was glad that no one was up; he had made the early trip on purpose. No one would see him drive off, without a goodbye or even a tear. No one would see his tears.

The woman beside him adjusted the strap of one of her red sandals. A sash was missing from her obviously designer dress, or had it even been there? He could not remember. She opened her sequined purse and pulled out a lipstick, applied it, and carefully replaced it. She sighed. He was being too quiet, she thought. But she knew why.

They had gone to school together their whole lives. Though they had not always been friends, they always seemed to find each other, and last night had been no different. She hated seeing him this way, but it was the way he had been for many years. Two years ago she had gone to Los Angeles to visit him. He seemed happy, almost as if he had forgotten the whole thing altogether, but she should have known better. Three months after her visit, his attempted suicide was all over the news. His maid had walked in on him on the floor, pill bottles and blood all over the carpet. She had called 911, and he lived to see another pain filled two years, with scars on his wrists to prove it. And now his ten year class reunion. She had half expected him not to show up. But he came, a model on each arm and obviously drunk. Years of alcoholism and heartbreak showed on his face.

“Dan.” she said “Go see her.”. He looked into her eyes and she thought she saw tears, but he turned away. “Stop the car.” he said. He got out, lit up a cigarette, and stood there for a while, smoking in silence. She peered out of the car at the man who was only half of himself, feeling sorry for him. He got back into the car, spoke to the driver, and then sat back down next to her. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Margaret.”

The car started to move again, but it didn’t drive towards the highway. Instead it took a dusty old road, up a hill, to a church overlooking the ocean below. A rusty iron fence bordered a cemetery filled with crooked white crosses, and leaning tombstones. He got out of the car and walked to the far corner of the cemetery. It was a beautiful cemetery, unlike most. It was high up on a cliff and overlooked the ocean for miles. He walked up to a headstone. It looked as if it had been taken care of very well. A bouquet of wilted flowers lay across it. He moved them, and read the name.

He hadn’t been there for the birth of his daughter. He didn’t even know that Eliza had been pregnant until he got a phone call from his mother late one night. Every time he thought about that phone call, he would feel the same pain and guilt he had felt that night. He was so shattered that he couldn’t speak for days; he just stayed in his room, alone in the dark for weeks. After that, he pretended that nothing had happened. He never went to the funeral or to see his daughter. He knew that if he saw her he would break down again. He had been told that she was exactly like her mother. Her name was Audrey, and she would be almost 10 now. Of course he sent money every month, and she would send the odd father’s day or birthday card. But they stayed unopened and unread.

Dan started to cry and fell on to his knees. He loved her now just as much as he had loved her in the past, but he missed her more now. He could still remember her face, her lips, her hair, how she smelled, and felt. But she wasn’t coming back, and he needed to realize that, even after all the years of pretending not to. So he wiped his face, got up, and walked back to the car. They drove in silence back down the dusty road, through town, and to a white house on the outskirts of town. Dan walked up the stairs, his heart breaking though he didn’t know how it could break anymore. He knocked on the door and a small child opened it. She was dainty and fragile. Black curls framed her face and blue-green eyes danced behind them. She was every bit her mother, and for once in a very long time, Dan felt whole.