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I'm a Teenager,Sue me. Chp. 2It's Saturday. The alarm beeps at 8:00. Needless to say, I slam snooze button, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep. No such luck. After about two milliseconds after I hit the snooze button, my mom barges in the room with my ce skating bag slung over her shoulder like a machine gun. "GET UP! TODAY'S ICE SKATING!! PACK YOUR BAG!!!!!" commanded Sergeant Mom. I sigh. When Mom was in "army mode", nothing could stop her. Including my dad who had probably slunk into the basement to watch TV and escape my mom's early-morning wrath. I groaned, forced myself out of bed, and stumbled into the bathroom. After dipping my head in coldwateI'm a Teenager,Sue me. Chp. 2


I'm a Teenager, Sue me Chp.1The wind blows, and one by one, the last leaves of the season fall. I bend down, grab the grayest, frailest one and crush it between my fingers. The wind blows again and I let the crushed pieces of leaf float away. I count the number of ups and downs those leaves would take before they fell to the ground. One of the pieces lands in the brook besides my house and is swept away to some unknown place.I'm a Teenager, Sue me Chp.1
"Carrie, what are you doing? We're going to be late to your piano lesson! And if we're late for that, you're going to be late for your soccer game! Don't forget you have an ice-skating competition this Saturday! And you haven't


Just Another Story...Hello reader, I'm back again. What tale shall I have for you today? Today, I have a slightly less sad story for you. But that depends solely on your own judgment. But today reader, it won't be completely unbiased. I will tell you my opinions. But, I will not let them interfere with yours. Yes, reader here is another storyJust Another Story...
Crystal Deguth was an outgoing girl. Straight A's, Soccer captain, dancer and ice skater. president of numerous clubs, going the Wharton Business School at UPenn next year. Despite everything there was one thing she was too shy to do. And that was saying the words that would bring a person imm


Math, Love and Broken HeartsI must confess, I am one of those people who love to think about random things- I hate math and subjects that deal in cold, hard facts. I'd must rather tke history analysis or philosophy. but now I'm using math to try to make sence of me and you. Because my head hurts from thinking about us. besides, every time I try, my heart feels like it is about to burst. So here goes- The cold hard math of our realtionship...Math, Love and Broken Hearts
If, you were x and I was y. And us together was w. The, x+y=w. So if x didn't want to be part of w anymore, the equation would go like this: w-x=y. And if there were numbers, and we did the math. w would be no mo


printedit all looks so good on paper the-she did this, she did that she can do this, she can do that the paper smells like fresh ink and is hot to the touch.printed
it all looks so bad on paper the lists and lists of medications the how to's and don't do's the mix this, and you die take this, and she won't. the paper smells like hospital and crinkles, fragile, to the touch.
it all looks so fake on paper the heartbreaks and heartaches the world of words in a how to save her life guide. lost- she suffers without. the paper smells of burnt hardd
PIKACHU| I have reached the part of my life where nothing is clear anymore, change permeates the air, and those feelings that I have never felt before have appeared in my life. This will influence my writing, no doubt, if you look closely, you can see it change, ever shifting, ever shifting... |
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