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Guys..Which would you rather? 5'6 155 pounds. Jet black hair. Listens to lots of heavy metal and punk influences. Loves to dance hip hop and ballet. Vegan who loves to read both classics and junk. Been on probation for being too negative a personality. Hates insiders. ~or~ 5'4 128pounds. straight light brown hair. very popular. only listens to the latest top 40's. doesn't dance unless on a dance floor. On probation for bullying another girl verbally. Always has the latest styles. Hates outsiders NB: based on the answers I've recieved so far, I feel the need to explain myself for fear of presenting myself negatively. I'm not really either. I'm just questioning my true personality at the moment and want to know which side I should go to, because I have friends on both end pressuring me.

Here is a rough version of the first chapter of my book? Chapter 1 “No! I will not stay here and deal with her! We live like such fools! Forget your regrets about the divorce! I’m not going to come running to you either! I’m leaving for good!” Candace yelled into the receiver. “Well, you’re going to have to stay, whether you like it or not. What is your other choice?” Mr. Timmons insisted in a frustrated tone. He was becoming increasingly impatient with Candace and her demands. “I have had it with both you and Mom! I am just going to leave!” she screamed. She slammed the receiver down on the desk. Her face, as swollen as a bad mosquito bite, wrote a story of anger and tearful disappointment. Candace felt betrayed by her father’s refusal to allow her to live on her own in apartment, or else, take her into his home. The predominant coldness of her mother had finally pushed her to the cliff’s edge. Leaning over precariously while looking down at the valley below, she thought about jumping off sometimes. Her desire to get out of her living situation seemed stronger than ever. She was putting her escape plans into effect. Thanks heavens I probably won’t be staying here much longer. I can go stay with Dad or Auntie and really work on my paintings. Her hazel eyes met with her mother’s cold steel blue eyes. Candace stared right through her, as if she were a mirage instead of a desert oasis. A righteous rage penetrated her mother slowly, but she chose to ignore her interests as usual. Warning, symbols and body language meant little to her because of her emotional vacancy. “So I guess you will be happy now. You’ve finally got what you wanted. Don’t bother to say goodbye and I will see my way out,” Candace announced coolly. You always use people and then pretend that you didn’t do anything to them, or that you’re really sorry about your actions. Mrs. Timmons hardly looked up from her spot. She jerked to the right in her chair for some reason, maybe from shock. Candace couldn’t really tell what was going on in her mind. She waited for a response from her mother. Finally, Mrs. Timmons took a deep breath and let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Leave the keys with me. Take what you need and nothing else,” Mrs. Timmons responded icily, as she crossed her arms over her chest. She stared at the floor instead of raising her head to look at her daughter. “Well, you always get what you want now, don’t you? One way or another, you manage to manipulate my life. Sometimes I can’t even believe what you’ve managed to get away with. If Dad only knew the whole story,” she moaned as she trailed off, twisting her left fingers into her hair. Mrs. Timmons defiantly looked away for a moment. She took a deep breath while her eyes moved back and forth from one side of the room to the other. Candace waited for her to say that last comment she usually made whenever they disagreed. I’m not the one who has to win the arguments, she thought to herself. “Well, do what you want. You are always full of nonsense. Just go pack up your things and leave then, if you’re not happy. It’s not like I want to hold you up,” she announced coldly after a few minutes had passed. “Fine.” Candace retorted without hesitation. I won’t waste my time on someone who doesn’t care, because if I wanted to, I would stay. She furiously fled out of the living room. Rushing across the hall, she headed for the far staircase. Since she had lost this round of gunfire, she decided that she would no longer fight in this war of words between her mother and her father. Her intention was to leave this house, once and for all. This time, her determination to leave seemed genuine. Her strawberry-blonde hair flew through the air in streams as she nearly catapulted herself out of the room. Her mother and sisters stared behind her as she made her way out. She was always the first and last one in the room to make a scene. Her mother put her book down on the side table, got up out of her rocking chair and walked to the middle of the Persian carpet that lined the hardwood floor. She watched as her eldest daughter stomped up the stairs to her room on the third floor. “Don’t bother saying goodbye! I don’t want to see you ever again!” she yelled down the stairs as she crossed the loft into her room. There was no response. Her words echoed through the entire house. The usual realization of her indifference caused little grief to Candace, since she had spent years putting up with her mother’s attempts at using her to get more money out of her father. They had been divorced since she was eleven. Their separation wasn’t unpleasant, and neither was their marriage. Her father was simply a classic workaholic. He stayed at the office till 8 p.m. or later on a typical weeknight. This Friday, she managed to get a hold of him before 9 p.m. That was unusual for her. Initially, she had hoped her mother might actually respond in her favor. As usual, her dreams were dashed. She had decided to just hang up without saying anything else to her father. Her father didn’t make most of the decisions simply because he wasn’t around. Because of his lack of involvement, she had put up with her mother’s meddling for years. Tears rolled down her eyes as she stormed up the stairs to the attic above. Her temper was like a brooding tempest that waited in the outer edges of the horizon, closing in slowly on a warm, clear sky. She continuously shocked all the members of her family with her outbursts. They could never predict how, when or why she would let her demons loose. The bedroom door slammed behind her. She dropped onto her bed, placed her head on her pillows for a moment, then let out a sigh. She rested there for a few minutes. Then exasperation took over, so she decided to take a quick shower. As she stripped each layer of clothing and placing them in a pile on the bathroom floor, she slid into the hot shower she had just started. Quickly she lathered up the soap and began washing herself. The warm water rinsed away her salty tears that had started streaming down her cheeks. She was relieved to be upstairs, just so that she could avoid crying in front of her mother. Mrs. Timmons had disapproved of any public display of emotion. This was one of the many so-called attributes of hers that annoyed Candace greatly. As polar opposites, they didn’t have much in common to begin with. She wasn’t obsessed with clothes, but her mother had to have the finest designer clothing from all the expensive shops downtown. As a child, she had been fascinated occasionally by a beautiful dress for a special occasion, but as soon as she hit her teens, she started buying baby doll dresses and seventies-style clothing from old thrift shops or else, the mall. Once in a while she went to a large boutique when they had a sale, but she didn’t shop on a daily basis. Her mother was nearly addicted to high fashion and had racked up huge bills every month. When she realized the allowance wasn’t enough to pay for all the items she bought, she went to court to demand more money. At one point, she even had to take out a second mortgage just to pay off her credit line. She had read their files, budget plans and online portfolio. She thought about these details as she washed and conditioned her hair. She let the water rinse her thoroughly, then finally stood in the shower for a while just to feel the warm water fall on her body. She thought that was a sensual experience of sorts. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, so she was fascinated by every opportunity to experience some kind of sexual or sensual pleasure. Finally, she got out of the shower, brushed out her hair and dried off her body with a towel. For a moment, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was thankful that her appearance was so different from her mother. With her light reddish blonde hair and dark hazel eyes, she resembled her patriarchal grandmother far more than the woman who gave birth to her. With the release of a sigh, she picked up a tube of concealer. As she dotted the makeup over her circles, she started examining the situation. Candace had wanted out of the family for a long time. The only members she got along with, other than her little sisters, were her aunts and uncles. Her grandparents had passed during the first nine years of her childhood. She figured she would go stay with them for awhile, since they would not mention that she was staying with them. They lived six hours away along the coast. During her teenage years, she had tossed around the idea of running away, which seemed glamorous and wild. Occasionally, she read the newspaper. One of the featured stories might mention teenagers arrested by police officers, kids in juvenile hall, and occasionally, something about kids on the street. She had decided against such an existence. Now she was older. Her main focus now was to get off this battlefield of anger, simmering discontent and veiled hostility. She would not wear a mask of calmness over her anger like her mother.

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What is your zodiac sign? Does any of this describe you? I am Aries, I must say I do resemble some of these remarks. I'm always bumping my head & I can relate to Hard Headed Women by Cat Stevens and I won't bring a knife to a gun fight :) ENJOY!

Read the first chapter of the book I am working on!!!?

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every single rat word ever!? A Aeratted: Said of a garment that has acquired so many chewed holes as to now be considered summer attire. Alphamosity: The rampant animosity exhibited by alphas when they meet new rats. Alpha Romeo: A dominant buck who has the style, performance and speed to reach the girl rat cage before his owner realises he's escaped. Aquafrenzy: A fit of uncontrollable terror involving anatomically inconceivable twisting and writhing, ear piercing screeching and maniacal claw shredding exerted by a rat who dislikes baths. Aromatherapee: An ancient technique by which rats can turn their pee into various odors pleasing to their rat loving humans, such as cinnamon muffins and warm corn chips. (see also Furomatherapy, Peeterent and Peeseekery) Awra: The luminous air about a ratty due to his whiskers and soft furriness, that when seen in the light causes an involuntary "Awwwwwwwww...." from the viewer. B Bacupuncture: An alternative healing method performed by rats who use their claws to cling to the area between your shoulder blades where you cannot remove them without assistance. Berko: Describes a person who is fanatically crazy about rats with white bellies. Boggling: The creepily charming ability of rats to bulge their eyeballs out of their sockets and vibrate them when particularly happy or content. BooBoolean Command: The phenomenon where your rat decides to play on your computer keyboard while you're using google, and you end up searching for "sllllvmmbkppf34-0--34rjse'39ksp;;;;;;;;;", with no website results found. Bouquet de Buck: the rich studly aroma of musky male rat, with overtones of corn tortilla, spicy cinnamon and a subtle hint of pee. Mmmmmm. (see also Eau de Doe) Brusking: The irresistible performance of a hungry rat, begging and eye boggling for yogurt drops. Bruxing: The complete ratty repertoire involving fooffing of air, chattering and grinding of teeth, and bulging eye boggling that indicates a happy or contented rat. (see also Boggling and Fooffery) Bruxtaposition: The condition of having a happy rat sit next to you on the sof Buck grease: The orange oily dandruffy gunk that overly hormonal boy rats sometimes get on their backs. Bucksome: Healthily plump and ample of male rat rump. Bucktion: The irresistible force that attracts people to big, lazy, squishy male rats. Buckwurst: Descriptive term for a lazy old male rat who enjoys his food so much that he resembles a large furry Germanic sausage. Bumbleball: Unfortunate affliction caused by the friction of continued dragging of large testicles over everything. Bummer: The phrase often exclaimed when a rat wipes his/her squishy raisins all over you. C Cage fright: The instantaneous horror that you feel when you're sitting at your desk at work and the realisation dawns on you that you've left the rat cage door open at home. Chewelry: Personal adornments that have been improved by artistic rattie designers. Claustrophrenia: The frenetic madness exhibited by rats who, having spent the entire day happily abiding in their ample cage, suddenly find the space utterly unbearable. The resulting conniptions are often triggered by a delay in their normal daily scheduled out time, or observation of another rat getting free range time before them. Claw warning: A simple request to our rats to yell "I'm coming!" before they leap onto our bare flesh with claws outstretched... rather than leaping first, scaring the bejeezus out of us, and then announcing cheerfully "I'm here!". Clawdacity: The intrepid boldness with which rats recklessly climb your bare skin with complete disregard to your comfort or screams of protest. Corn grooming: The systematic repetitive linear grooming pattern rats often apply to their cagemates, which is reminiscent of eating a cob of corn. Crammock: The term given to a hammock straining to support more rats than it's structurally capable of holding. Cross Scritch: A crafty technique requiring the skill of petting two rats at once on different sides of your lap. Curtailer: A person harboring the completely unfounded, ignorant belief that rat tails are cold, scaly and horrible and they'd be better off without them. D Dampressionism: An artistic style of watercolour painting involving the use of one's tail as a pee paintbrush. Dawnfall: The sudden degenerative state within your rat cage should you accidentally sleep in past your rats' usual morning free range time. Demarkation: The act of removing alpha rat pee from throughout your house. Deturdant: The latest miracle cleaning product on the market for removing rat raisins stuck on your furniture, carpet, clothes, curtains, pillow case, bath towels, etc. Drive-by grooming: A heartless crime whereby an alpha rat will stride up to an innocent bystander, furiously groom the victim's head, and then continue on his way as though nothing happened. Dropsy: A hyperactivity disorder in rats caused by eating way too many sugary yogurt treats. E Eau de Doe: That irresistibly tantalising scent that sends bucks wild with passionate distraction. (see also Bouquet de Buck) Exherbitionist: A rat who has a compulsive desire to draw attention to itself by digging up pot plants. Exvermination: The act of removing all traces of your pet rats from view when your landlord is about to visit. F Fibervore: An animal that grazes on socks, your favourite t-shirt, carpet, sofa cushions and other soft furnishings. Flash Animation: The blind frenzy a rat goes into when unexpectedly subjected to a camera lighting system. (see also Vampire Rat) NEW! Fluffy Fund: A rat health insurance plan that involves keeping an extra layer of squish on a rat to provide a buffer in case of illness. Fooffery: The impressive array of cheerful noises a rat will make when excited, specifically involving puffing air in and out of the mouth rapidly. (see also Bruxing and Boggling) Furabdophile: A person with an inexplicable and irresistible attraction to rat bellies, and is unrepentant in their need to kiss every soft fuzzy one they encounter. Furgiveness: The amazing ability rats have to be forgiven for anything just because they're cute and furry. Furomatherapy: The joy and peace one gets from sticking one's nose into rat fur and inhaling deeply. Fuzzbutt: An endearing nickname for your furry loved ones; also the image of a rat usually recorded by photographic film. Fuzzlet: An affectionate name for a young rat, along with ratlet, ratling, kitten, ritten, pup, etc. G Gnawtification: A formal indication that your rat was here. Groominate: To subconsciously and incessantly clean oneself while pondering life and the universe. Grottofication: The satisfaction one derives from providing their ratties with an extra large, fun, clean, safe place to live. H Heat wave: The courtship process whereby a female rat wiggles her ears at a potential male across the room. Hell raisin': When your rat causes trouble by depositing a wet, squishy smelly poop then steps in it and proceeds to drag it all over the house. Homo norvegicus: A species of rat that thinks it's human (e.g. Homo norvegicus nimbii) Honing stone: The rock or paver placed in a rat cage for the express purpose of keeping rat claws blunt, which is secretly utilised by the rats as a honing tool for precision sharpness. I Ickspression: The emphatic body language exhibited by a rat when fed something that tastes icky, usually observed as frantic chin rubbing along the floor. Intolerodent: Said of a pitiful person who has an irrational, unreasonable and completely unfounded dislike of rats. J Jackhammer snout: a pneumatically operated power-sniffing tool used to extract even the smallest wisp of scent from surfaces via percussive impact. K Karatty: Skillful fleet-footed fighting technique involving kicks, twists and leaps used by smaller rats during fights with big alpha thugs. L Lashybug: Small dark delicate hairy insect that is irresistible to rats, commonly found fluttering around human eyes. Literatty: Rats who like to chew scholarly or intellectually challenging books. M Madaptation: The remarkable ability of rats to change their daily schedule so that they are rampantly playful when their humans are sleepy. Manxious: Overly worried that your new litter might not have tails. Masokisstic: Said of a person who indulges in the irresistible pleasure of kissing rat bellies despite having resulting horrific allergic reactions to their fur. Marinating: The act of sleeping in one's pee soaked bedding Meducation: The end result of the many devious machinations required to get the rat on the outside of his meds. Also describes the remarkable and rapid learning by rat owners of the large array of drug uses and dosages for rats. NEW! Meep / Meeping / Meeper: The plaintive sound (usually in a whining tone) that a rat emits when being power groomed, shoved about, or otherwise unfairly picked on. In ratspeak "meep" is a shortened form of "Me Poor!" (or "Poor Me!"). Thus a "meeper" is a rat who meeps excessively. Metamorfuzzus: A conditional response to spending too much time with one's rats, which results in the gradual transformation from human to more rat-like tendencies. e.g. stealing food out of other people's mouths, bruxing during romantic moments with your partner, and peeing on the sofa. Mischief maker (a.k.a. Breeder): A person who deliberately amasses large numbers of rodents with the express purpose of distributing them to as many people as possible. Moodging: An aussie slang term for holding your rat in both hands facing you and moving your fingers in a circular motion to massage them. Mycophobia: An intense and irrational fear experienced by all rat owners at the first sign of a sneeze. N Nasal Spelunking: A recreational pursuit for rats who are skilled in facial cavity exploration. New Rat Fever (NRF): A highly contagious and debilitating virus, often spread at rat shows. While medically incurable, sufferers are able to gain temporary relief by acquiring regular "hits" from unscrupulous ratlet peddlers. Newton's Law of Rodent Physics 1: The harder one tries to prevent a rat from gnawing, the more determined a rat will be to gnaw. Newton's Law of Rodent Physics 2: The volume of a nest box is equivalent to half the volume of the rats that are currently sleeping in it. Nimitations: Wannabe big bad alpha rats (after Nimbus, the biggest baddest buck in the business) Nipple-nipper: A rat with an unfortunate penchant for human mammary protrusions. O Omniratent: Having rats present in all parts of your house at all times. P Peasqueak: An insignificant or contemptible rat, outcast due to it's abnormal aversion to green peas. Peckerish: Said of a rat who has a hunger for nipping delicate human male body parts. Pednipology: The study of why rats love to bite socked toes. Peeseekery: The act of searching in darkness for rat whiz using high tech, state of the art black light equipment. Peeterrent: The unmistakable aroma of rat pee on your clothes that prevents non rat lovers from hitting on you. Pewtophile: A lover of white rats. Pissertive: Said of a rat owner who decidedly and confidently assumes the alpha role in their home by scent marking the cage and all the rats with their own urine (aka The Adamo Approach). Pocratsinaction: To put off doing important work due to the overwhelming distraction of poking your rats awake to play with them. Q Quid pro doe: The means by which male rats will do anything you ask in exchange for just one sniff of a girl rat. (see also Eau de Doe) R Rat Couture: Exclusively re-modelled high fashion attire and general decor for the discerning ratlover. Rat Room Netball: A skillful sport whereby you clean the rat cage, tidy up the room, and perform other important tasks with your feet firmly planted in the one position the entire time, so as not to squish free ranging rampant ratlets. Ratalyst: An as yet unidentified substance present on rat fur that promotes the lowering of human willpower so that more rats are easily and rapidly absorbed into the household. Rata-tatty: The point at which aeratted clothing can no longer be worn in public without legal repercussions. Ratatonic (or Ratatonia): That pitiful look rats get when they are someplace they don't want to be and just sit stock still in spooked stoney silence (vet, outdoors, one room away from the vacuum cleaner, etc.). Ratattoo: Scratches on your neck, arms and legs that indicate your membership to SORE (Society Of Rat Enthusiasts). Ratification: A formal approval from your partner that you can modify the house, furniture and appliances in any way necessary to provide a safe, fun environment for free ranging rats. Ratochistic: Said of one who derives pleasure from being scratched, peed on, enduring violent allergic reactions, picking up raisins, cleaning cages and spending all their money on rat food and vet bills. Ratriarchy: A form of social organisation in which rats hold all of the power (common in most pet rat households). Rattisphere: The small circle of friends who love your rats with which you socialise now that all your other old rat intolerant friends aren't welcome anymore. (See Intolerodent) Rattitude: The cheeky, clever and defiant air of confidence exuded by all rats. Rattorney: A rat able to weasel it's way out of damaging circumstances Rattus stalactitus: The rare species of rat that has a propensity to hang upside down from wire cage lids. Remarkable: The amazing way rats have to re-scent everything in the house over and over and over again. Rexpectation: The state of hoping for a few curly whiskers in your next litter. Rodentertainment: The joy and happiness you acquire from watching the comical and clever antics of your rats rather than television. Rodentist: A rat skilled in human teeth cleaning and oral hygiene. Rodentomontade: A long bragging speech where one boasts about the charm, cuteness and downright perfection of one's ratties. S Scentscape: The results of a rat's careful scent marking of his cage, getting all the different zones of the cage arranged in a delightful (to rats) scentsoria of odors. Scentinel / Scentry: A pee drop placed at the border of a rat's territory to guard their domain from rogue rodent invaders. SCUBRA: (Self Contained Under Blouse Rat Apparatus) A supportive undergarment worn by women for the express purpose of providing safe and comfortable shirt diving for their rats. Self restraint: Control imposed by oneself when one sees a tank full of solid coloured ratlets for adoption in the pet shop. Shredware: The high necked, long sleeved garments commonly worn by rat owners when playing with their rats. Smug sluggery: The act whereby a rat lazes with his head lolling over the edge of his hammock, wearing a smugly contented expression. Snottoisseur: A rat who has special skills in the gourmet art of used tissue eating. Sofamorphism: The incredible ability of all rats to squish themselves into any shape in order to fit behind/inside large immovable furniture and household appliances. Squat: Repetitive leg exercise performed by rat owners who wish to sit on their sofa, despite their rats' considering it their own personal territory. Squirmish: A rambunctious fight for position on a lap involving more rats than the owner has hands for scritching. Squish: A rat known for it's large soft cuddly form, which tends to go all limp and pliable when scritched. (See Ramekin The Squish) Stashism: Political belief that all extra food and miscellaneous items should be stored for later use. Stat!ic cling: The invisible attraction that draws and holds male rats to any item that female rats have touched. (see also Eau de Doe) This term evolved after I needed a crowbar to lever Stat! off my lap after I'd played with some girl rats. Stynchronisation: The amazing coincidence that visitors always manage to drop in unannounced just before cage cleaning day when the whole house reeks of rat pee. Suffosafe: The amazing ability of rats to breathe sufficient oxygen despite being on the bottom of a huge rat pile-up in the hammock. T The Badlands: Anywhere in your home that is out of bounds to rats (because they do bad things there) that they therefore spend all their free range time trying to sneak into. Tomfooffery: Rats who are horsing around, and unrepentant in their silly behaviour. (see also Fooffery) Treatise: A written document that states all owners are required by law to offer at least one yogurt drop per rat per day. Treatoscopic: Describes rat eye-sight that, despite being generally poor, is somehow able to locate a treat you aren't sharing from 50 paces. TwoRattes Syndrome: The involuntary utterance of a string of expletives, usually found to occur when attempting to place a pair of rodents safely into a single cage after free-range time. U Understudly: A rat who aspires to be alpha. V Vampire Rat: A rat who will not show up on photographic film, despite being in centre frame and in-focus moments before shutter release. Vermen: Those wonderful rare human males who love rats. They often accept being second best in their partners affections (after the rats, of course), and cheerfully offer their hard earned cash to pay for and/or build every whim their rats might want or need. W Whizard: A rat who manages to pee in the most unexpected places. Wildefuzz: An endearing term to describe any wild rodent. X Xenofaecalurker: A foreign, unidentifiable object found in your rat's raisin that you have no idea where it came from or how it got there. Y Yellow-belly: A rat too cowardly to admit he's been marinating in his own pee. Z Zoomerang: A rat who dashes out and about but periodically homes in on mom or dad to make sure everything's okay. please leave me a star left of interesting im 14, but i am going to be in the animal feild its all i want to do exspacially rodents! oh yeah this is from dapper.com

Something I wote about my life as a bboy & Hip hop. Holla and tell me what u think? I remember a true B Boy Story...By X-tro Man I can still remember 1979 sitting in my living room eating grandmas juicy fried pork chops and yellow rice & beans while I heard Rappers Delight for the first time as if it was yesterday, yeah I can still remember. How can I forget the day in 1982 playing hooky from school, going up to my boys house in the projects while his family were working, lighting up a loose joint and watching Wild Style for the first time.Yeah, I can still remember that too. I can still remember saying to myself who are those boys called Rock Steady. Man, I wish I can be as good on the floor as that boy called Crazy Legs; you damn right I can still remember. "Yo, I can still remember the next day going to an abandoned factory in Hoboken NJ looking for the biggest peace of cardboard and practicing my first back-spins & head-spins. Man did I have some crazy bruises that night. I remember 1982 breaking night, drinking a quart of Old English and battling against myself in front of my mom's big-ass mirror in the living room, I was hooked like a junkie. I remember getting rushed to the hospital for breaking my ankle and hearing my mother say those priceless words I'll never forget "Now I know why they call it breaking son." How the fuck can I forget catching the path train heading to west forth for the first time and having the courage to dance in front of a big crowd in Washington Square Park in the Village, man that shit was terrifying. Same day I had my first battle against these young cats called Scrambling Feet Rockers.After I was done rocking how can I forget them asking me to join their crew, and I said to myself "shit I'm just some kid from Jersey, hell yeah I joined them. The next week I remember waiting for Scrambling Feet right outside the D train on west forth, and witnessing for the first time a tight breaking crew in formation walking up the steps of the turnstile chins up and strolling with a swagger about them as if they new they were superstars. Mr. Stretch and Kid nice carrying this long rolled up red and white peace of linoleum carpet and Little Float in the back carrying this big ass JVC boom box moving and grooving to Run Dmc's Sucker Mc's. Man, I just knew that I was part of something big. Same day I remembered passing out my first donation hat to the crowd after I finished performing and collected over $300. Man I ran straight to the sneaker store and got me my first pair of Adidas with them 2 inch thick laces, it's something I'll never forget. I remember heading to the Fun House sporting Lee jeans and a X-tro name-plate belt rocking my Kango and Gazals with this over sized sterling silver name plate chain. Oh and don't forget that blue sheep skin coat, ha, ha, ha. Shit sounds funny today but back in da day, pure ghetto fabulous and wow what a era that was. I remember walking in the Fun House that night and chiilling by the small stage in the back were all brakers and poppers rocked and I saw this white boy climb on to the stage and all the dancers had a look of fear in ther eyes. I remember saying to myself "Who the hell is this kid?" Then DJ Jelly Bean played Planet Rock and all I heard from the crowd was "Freeze,Freeze,Freeze". At that very moment this white boy called Mr Freeze started poppin. I witnessed for the first time one of the most amazing poppers I've ever seen in my life till this day. I mean this kid was on another level and I asked someone "Who is that boy down with?" And they told me he was down with Rock Steady. Wow for the first time I actuly saw someone from Rock Steady, the crew I've idolized for years and the boys that inspired me to become a breaker. Yeah, man I can still remember that night. I remember after that night that I wanted to learn more of the art of poppin. So the next day I asked one of my boys from Scrambling Feet "Who do you think is the best popper out there right now?" and Mr Stretch said " Three of the best poppers that I've ever seen are and they go by Popin Pete from the West Coast, Fabels and Mr Wiggles from the Bronx. The next day my mission was to meet these legends, Mr Wiggles and Fables caus there was no way for me to go down Cali to check out Pete. Two months later I remembered going to the worlds famous Roxys for the first time, as I walked in I saw Africa Islam, Bambaataa son rock the wheals of steal, man he was phonamonal. As I teamed up with my boy's Scramling Feet I saw a huge crowd forming and yelling," Rock Steady, Rock Steady". So I ran towards the crowd and when I got there my every B. Boy dream came true that very night. I can still remember it as if it was yesterday. At first I witnessed Frosty Freeze doing his famous crazy front flip suicides, then the one and only Crazy Legs rocked some foot work. Just as I thought he was incredible, feet gliding as if he was on air, working it so precised and so on point that you can imagine him rocking in perfect formation right on top of your mom's round kitchen table. Then comes in this young cat, crowd yelling "BATTLE Battle" I looked to the side and asked my boy Stretch who is that and he said Float, this kid was crazy on the floor nothing iv ever ever seen befor and let me remind you this is 1983...man this kid just blew away Legs with his Wind Mills & Head Spins and a move that was so so new back then...TRAX Float just ripped the floor and Legs just disappears from the crowd...It was nuts. Just when I thought I've seen it all DJ Islam played the song called "Numbers" the perfect song for popping at that time. Next thing I knew everyone got quiet and this skinny cat came out of the crowd and all eyes were straight on him. You can feel the energy building up in the place and right beside me, I heard this home girl scream from the top of her lungs..."Wiggles Wiggles". Shit was about to go down like nothing I've ever seen before. This electric human robot began one of the most incredible routines that I've ever seen before. Just as he was done doing his thing, in comes Pop Master Fabels...Nuff said peoples... These guys at the time and still today were and are way, way, way ahead of their time. I mean they worked the floor like magicians and their form of dancing was the most magical illusion you would ever see. Even Michael Jackson would have been on ther dicks. Ha, ha, ha, Keeping it real thay were incredible and you know what; I can still remember that night. I mean how can any true B. Boy forget shit like that...not a chance, I thank God for allowing me to experience what I have experienced. That night its something that will stay with me my whole entire B. Boy life and guess what my fellow B. Boy's, I was there and I Remember. This was just the first part of my life growing into the Breaker I have become today. There are still many, many stories I need to tell and believe me Hip Hoppers & B. Boy's I will. Like the first time I saw the NYC Breakers kill the dance floor or when I was touring in Switzerland and bumped into my Idols Wiggs & Fables... Man I can tell you there's lots to come and you know what...I am so grateful I Can Still Remember.

Please Read This Short Horror Story And Critique!!!? THE HORROR AT WILLINGTON It was a nice house. The house which would come to be the key which would lock me in a permanent dungeon of horror forever. The house was an old Colonial era house of modest but large size. Walking throught the house you knew it had seen much in its existence. The steep stairs old style of wall painting and olden floor and molding truly drove home the fact that it was very old. The porch was large and shaded looking out into the forest which surrounded the house. It was on a sprawling piece of land with many caves, creeks, cliffs, pools, and other geological oddities I felt would be quite enjoyed by my daughter and son. In 1997 I came to Willington,Iowa. A small town into which little big buisiness or large shopping centers had come. I had moved here because of the quiet and calm of a small town. The locals were never incredibly friendly to us urban folks. But that was not a big problem because we would only come to town for groceries, gas, engine parts and other things needed in keeping up farmland property. Other than that we had 250 acres to explore. Quite enough to occupy our free time. I was an author. I gained custody of the children from Martha and was very happy to have my children back with me. In the first few months we had grown to love the place and we all felt a certain emotional bond with its charm. We all slept well in our beds confident of a new start in Willington. The first few months were normal. We all felt adventurous and we would alll go explore the woods and caves and picnic on the heavily forested hills. It started in 1998 two and a half months after our settlement there. My 10 year old daughter complained of pains in the chest. I took her to the doctor and he saw nothing physically wrong. She took some Tylenol and that was all. The next day both my children were complaining of the same pains. "Could maybe" the doctor said "be a growth spert. Its fine it shouldnt last long it might just be gas." My worries ceased because after about a week the pains had stopped in both of them. The next few weeks were normal except for my son was exploring in the woods less and less. I asked if he would go with me but he simply said "But you cant fight it." In a childish way. I thought little of what he said but when I went into the woods to show him there was nothing wrong he just said he didnt want to play in the woods anymore. My daughter seemed equally as suddenly repulsed as my son at the forest. Never again would my children go into the forest again. A month or so after these incidents things had gotten normal until one routine day. I was typing at my typewriter and as normal the pitter patter of the it made me dose off in my chair. I remember distinctly horrible dreams of doom and twisted inner torture which numbed feeling. I also had dreams of great outer spherical battles between great forces of godly power. White great mounds of force lunging down upon dark forboding rocky fluids twisting around the light figures of...good I gathered. The masiveness of the struggle was mind blowing. It was an epic confrontation of universal. I felt confident at first behind the great white beings but soon my confidence turned into uncertainy which became terror at the sight of constant battle between these forces. Soon where I stood was directly in between these forces constant struggling. I woke up with straining on my chest as my children descibed. I sat for a while contemplating the strangeness of such a strangely frightening dream. I learned the pain in my chest couldnt be gas. It was a feeling like my chest was being pushed into, not like gas which is the opposite. Leaning back on my chair I fell forward as my eyes met the paper which had been typed in front of me. I looked over it seeing that it was complete gibberish. Letters put together so that when you pronounced them a horrible feeling in the throat came over you. The words and sounds when read came out as gutteral ugly sounds which seemed to be words. I felt incredibly strange reading it. I felt as though I could almost read them. Like almost being able to read latin from derivatives. But I came to terms with the fact I couldnt read them. I came back to myself after wondering over the paper. I began alarmingly worried about what had typed it and why it was gibberish. I felt a great stress and instincively ran to check on my kids. They were both downstairs doing the work I had assigned to them on the floor in front of the television. I immediatly asked if they were messing with my typewriter. They both said no reminding me they werent allowed in my study. I immediately went throught the possibilities of how this strange yet forbodingly intriguing piece of writing had been typed. In my sleep I might have run my arm over the keyboard, but how would that explain the spacing between words? I became very alarmed and my children asked what I had. I showed them the paper and they knew nothing about it. I had forgotten about the great pain in my chest with all the wondering. I had no idea what to do. I seemed to subconciously make the connection between my dreams and what had been on this paper and that the connection was...supernatural. I decided after sitting there in the den for a while that I could bring it to a linguist at the university. I told the children we were going on a road trip and we left. Now in my enlightenment of the situation I can only imagine what would have been happening in the house while we were gone. The thought now of the house, vacant, at night, alone, fills me with terror at what could be at work in there. I knew something was wrong as I was leaving the house. I believe my children felt the same way. We learned at the university that whatever it was it had no resemblance to anything the linguist we met ever had seen. I became very panicked at this and I could see even the children were alarmed and I had not told them the circumstances of what happened. I was dreading returning to the house I once found peaceful and calm. I began making excuses and errands we had before we could go back home. "We need to pick up some things for the car", "We need to go and get some gas for the mower", "We need more groceries", "Do you guys want to go to the toystore while we are out?" Eventually we found ourselves inevitably walking back through the large white door to the foyer of the house. Thoughts were speeding through my head, the dreams, the letter on my desk, the pain in my chest, the unexplained fright me and my children were experiencing. We had returned about eight hours after we had left at about 2 pm. I told the kids to go to bed and I would be downstairs watching T.V.. I honestly worried about my children in their bedrooms alone. In front of late night T.V., I soon fell asleep mentally and physically exhausted. I found no rest even in sleep. My dreams were horrible nightmares worse than when I previously had them. Terrible black oozing substance turning all living things into desolate shells of their former selves. No sight of great white forces of good were to be found. Alone in darkness in the forest surrounded by appproaching horrible creatures. Lunging, creeping, using any forms of action to exert their silent malevolence. But soon they smote their malice loudly. My head panged with noise, torture of the mind. Surrounded. Doom. I woke up in great alarm and panic. The horrible dreams seemed like what was happening only I couldnt see it. I was very worried about my boy and girl and ran as fast as I could upstairs to find them both hiding under the covers shivering and calling my name in a frightened voice. I immediatly knew something was very wrong. I uncovered the children and told them to come with me and that we were getting out of the house. I grabbed a .38 revolver under my bed,my wallet, and my car keyes and rushed out the door with my children tripping out of the door behind me. As soon as I got on the porch we were all confronted with a horribly foul stench that was everywhere in the yard. It was undescribable. Like sulfurous mixed with death is the only way to describe it in words. My kids were very displeased at the smell and we briskly walked toward the car. No sooner had I stuck the key into the keyhole of the car when I remembered "The paper!". I knew instinctively I needed it. I hesitantly but aggresively walked back up to the house, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Please point out problems in the text. And give pointers. Pax-C email me at gvchavez@bellsouth.net Listen REnate or whatever I dont see how the beginning is overdone. WTF is a non-event. Yeah well its not finished.

READ me plz! its easy plz! dont be chicken? okay lets see whos not afraid to read this. most of you guys are wimps though. afraid of a good story huh? lol plz read! Blood Feather I remember…wind licking at our faces, the Californian sun shining intensely. I was just 10 years old… it was on this day my happy life came to an abrupt halt. My dad, Peter, suggested that we should go to the beach, together. My mother and I were playing in the sand, as she built a sandcastle we would sit and watch the water eat it away. We glanced down the beach; the sun seemed to be painting a picture for our eyes to feast on. “Dolphin! Dolphin!” We gazed up to see my little brother Charlie splashing in the waves. My mother managed a frown and raised an eyebrow. My mother ran over gracefully, but quickly, and snatched him up out of the water. Looking disappointed Charlie glanced over at dad. “What’s the matter?” He said lowering his sun glasses. “I saw a dolphin!” “It wasn’t a dolphin, Peter,” mother said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Honey,” he said getting up from his seat “why don’t you let him dream a little?” Father’s hair swirled about him madly, looking like a chocolate colored tumble weed. He strided over to Charles and put him easily back in the water. Charlie continued his pursuit toward a hermit crab, going farther out. “There see?” father said. And upon saying this he gazed up at Charles, his eyes shining. Then he noticed a shadow, moving about menacingly a few feet from Charles. Instinctively father dove into the water, picked Charles up, and hurled him toward the shore. The shadow sped vigorously toward father. And in less than a second something had him. The aqua water was suddenly a dark crimson where father was standing. Swimming in a panicky fashion, he tried to head to shore. My mother could do nothing but sit at the waters edge and watch in despair. “Hurry!” She yelled angrily at him. Father was weak from swimming, “He’s got me now,” he said exhaustedly still panicking. “No please don’t leave me!” mother shouted. Her eyes were brimming over with tears and she stared at him intensely, lovingly. Father’s face grew hard and reddened; as he looked at her he inhaled and punched the shark’s nose with all his strength. The shark sped away, there were others, but for now the coast was clear. His eyes grew tired and he fainted, head slamming against the water as he fell. Mother ran to him and dragged him on shore. The sand was now crimson as well; some coral must have scraped his back on the way in. My brother and I stared at our bloody mess of a Father, too young to understand. Knowing what mother would want of me, I convinced my brother to go shell hunting with me. Mother threw a thanking glance in my direction. I nodded my head and went on. I stopped at a nearby pile of shells, letting my brother sift through them. He seemed worried but didn’t speak. I looked back and an ambulance was parked on the sand. They put father on the stretcher and zoomed away. Mother gently picked up his sunglasses and placed them on her head. She stroked Charles’s bleach blonde hair and picked him up. She cradled him and I watched in amazement as he drifted to sleep. She looked up at me, her soft golden hair resting on her shoulders. “Is father okay?” I asked in a low voice. “I – I don’t know.” She said in a whisper, trying to fight tears. Mother coolly walked to where our car was parked. A cute little yellow Pontiac, which reminded me of a big banana. She placed Charles in the backseat, looking at him thoughtfully. I stared out the window at palm trees flying past us. I stared blankly at the road and calmly asked where we were going. “Home for now.” “What about father?” “The paramedic team said that the hospital would call when he’s ready to come home.” “I don’t want to visit; it may be too much on Charles.” Mother focused her rear view mirror toward Charles. He sighed and was holding his arm in a strange position. “Mother,” I said pausing to turn toward her “I think his arm is hurt.” “No. He’s fine. He’s probably in the “sucking the thumb” position.” This was a good excuse since he was only four. Her cell phone started ringing franticly, it startled my brother. Mother slowly lifted it up to answer. “Hello?” she said shakily. “Oh really, already?” “Okay then we’ll be there shortly” she gulped after she answered the phone and said nothing about what they had told her. Rain started pouring down on us as we drove steadily to the hospital making the mood even more depressing. A tall coral shaped white building appeared from the haze as we moved closer. We parked the car near the front. As the engine died mother warned us not to stare and not to be scared she tried to smile encouragingly but it didn’t work that well. I opened the door and stuck my foot out I realized the parking lot was flooded with at least ten inches of water. My legs were short and the water swallowed my foot and touched the top of my shorts. Mother scooped Charles up and we proceeded to the front door. We had no umbrella, and so as we stepped inside the huge sliding doors people stared. I looked up at mother. The rain hadn’t affected her height but her hair was a brunet color and seemed to be covered with hairspray, not flowing about anymore. She didn’t look at the people who stared, but gracefully walked to the elevator. I struggled to keep up. Mother punched in some buttons and up we went my, stomach descending farther down. Then the elevator stopped with a jerk and we stepped out. My stomach was protesting but I moved forward. The halls were long and had many doors on either side. Some pictures that looked like they belonged in a beach hotel lined the walls. Mother stopped and knocked on one of the doors peering into a high window. A nurse opened the door and beckoned us in. Father lay there, eyes closed, unmoving. A white blanket covered him to his waist. He looked fine. The nurse was telling mother about his surgery and how well he was doing. Then tears started rolling down her tan face and we left. In the car mother gained some of her strength again and sniffing she said, “Father…may be a little different from now on,” she paused to stick the key in the ignition. From the back seat Charles squirmed and sat up. “What do you mean?” he asked with sleepy eyes. Mother sighed and preceded, “His leg. His leg is gone.” The car was silent, and we drove home. I must have fallen asleep, I felt mother take me in her arms moving gingerly and sit me down on the bed. My eyes opened and I saw her sitting with me. “Are you awake Grace?” she asked not looking at me. “Yeah,” I said not actually sure of what I had said. “Father won’t be home for a while.” “Where is he? Is he okay?” I asked anxiously. “Shhh!” She quietly tucked me in again. I woke to the sound of yelling. It was coming from mother and father’s room. “This is all your fault!” she rambled on. She must have been on the phone with dad. “Charles… he could’ve been killed!” she sighed heavily and plopped down on the bed. I was quite surprised Charles didn’t get up and poke his head out of his bedroom door. I got up and opened my door slowly, inch by inch. As it squealed in protest I squinted my eyes, hoping it wasn’t too loud. Once it was open I carefully walked down the hall. Our family pictures stared at me and my bare feet made sticky noises on our wooden floors as I passed them. A faint light coming from the door made a line going up the pale yellow wall. I peered through the crack of the door. Mother was sitting on the bed and some light was coming from the window. She was sobbing. I decided I would give her some time alone, so I went back to bed. * * * I woke up, what seemed like, seven years later. Those years rushed past me… only hazy nightmares I couldn’t see. I was now seventeen and had finally gotten a decent car to drive to school. It was a robin’s eggshell blue Volkswagen convertible. Dad moved to California and mom, Charles, and I moved to Chicago. I missed the sunny days of my past life, but in Chicago that couldn’t be helped. It was always cloudy there. Mom had driven us away immediately after the night at our house and into the clouds of Chicago Illinois. My new school was an old school, what was left of it anyways. It was just a big boring brick building. I doubted my looks would help me get any friends. I was tall, sort of, and blonde. My skin was tan, thanks to the sun, I was super skinny too. I looked like a living rail. My first day was horrid. People made fun of my arms, which were skinny too. I rolled my eyes at them when I heard them talking about me. My last class was band, people stared at me and when Coach Luke, the teacher, introduced me… it made things even worse. When I stood I almost fell, my knees collapsing under me. I luckily landed in my chair, sighing with relief when I landed. I didn’t pull my flute out and play, but instead read my book, Coach didn’t seem to notice… or mind. I got interested when coach left the room and the girls beside me began to talk. “Oh my gosh did you see how hot he was!” the brunet said beaming. “Whatever. You’re so obsessed with him, he’s new. Give him a break.” The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. “Have you noticed what a cute couple they make?” the brunet ignored the other’s comment. I heard someone giggling at the back of the room. I laid my book on the ground and turned to see who it was. A muscular boy was hugging this girl. I stared at him; my heart skipped beats and fell to the bottom of nowhere. He was tall and pale, his lips reminded me of the crimson color of a rose. His skin along with his lips looked like the same texture of a flowers petal, soft, delicate, and fragile. The girl was a medium height and had dirty blonde hair that was very long. She too, was pale. He paused hugging her a minute to glance up, his eyes met mine, and he looked intently at me scanning me all over. He looked away, though, as soon as he got the chance. They looked at the door with a concerned expression and quickly but gracefully found their seats. Their movements blew my mind. I was sure if a deer was in the room it wouldn’t have noticed their movement. He was beaming straight ahead, at nothing in particular, and his perfect white smile seemed to bore a hole through me. I looked away so I wouldn’t go blind by his radiance. The brunet nudged me in the shoulder. “He’s looking at you.” She said through her teeth. I was petrified; sure his smile would bore through me this time. Coach walked through the door and looked down at his wrist watch. “Five, four, three two…” he counted down. The loud bell coming from a speaker on the wall startled me and I jumped. I could hear him laughing at me. I ignored it. “Bye! See you tomorrow!” Coach boomed across the room. Coach was buff, I was sure he must’ve been a football player. I turned around to look for him but he and the girl were gone, in fact, every one was gone. How long had I been just sitting there listening to his silk like husky laughter flow over me? I hopped up and headed to the parking lot. My mind went blank as I thought of him. I found myself sitting there staring out the windshield of my convertible. I put the key in the ignition and the purr of the diesel motor awakened me. The sky was cloudy and set numbers of grey shadows onto the front of our house. Our house was only a one story, which was convenient enough. It was Californian style with a terracotta roof and tan stucco textured paint. There were some small palm trees in the flower bed. It didn’t remind me of California, only because it was too cloudy. I parked my bug in our curved driveway and stepped out. Mom, who of course wasn’t home yet, was busied with the chore of picking Charles up from school. I walked inside, sat my keys on the table, and picked up a snack. I turned on the TV and nearly tripped over the coffee table when I saw the commercial, my snack went flying of course. It was an advertisement for pools, but that didn’t matter, it was the fact the guy who was modeling for it looked exactly like him. My heart skipped beats, but then I thought of that girl he was hugging. “If he already has a girlfriend why was he staring at me?” I thought aloud. “Oh well, who needs a stupid boyfriend anyway.” I was still obsessed with him, no matter how hard I tried to resist… I failed. There was just something about him. I heard some bumping noises and looked over to see mother and Charles walking in the door. I was sprawled out all over the floor, an obvious scene for an accident. She gathered the evidence I might be hurt and rushed over to help. “What happened?” she sounded shocked. “Ummm… I tripped.” I fibbed quickly, leaving out the part about the commercial, it sounded convincing enough. “Well honey, you are seventeen, I expected I could leave you at home alone.” her tone was expecting, disappointed. “No really I.” I was interrupted when Charles broke in. “You should be more careful. I’ve seen a drunk person with better balance.” He said mockingly. I ignored him and got some ice for my leg. I must have landed half on the coffee table half on the carpet. It was nearly ten when I caught myself, again, staring into space… on my bed this time. I clicked off my lamp and tried to sleep. I felt utterly stupid; I just couldn’t resist thinking about him. I tried to remind myself he had a girlfriend, but I couldn’t shake him off. On my way to school the next morning I didn’t seem to think about him much, not until a black car that reminded me of his Porsche Cayman passed by. I smacked my forehead and nearly ran off the road. The car behind me blew their horn. I did finally arrive at school, a little on the irritated side. I didn’t see his Porsche in the parking lot though, and so I hung my head and moped my way to my first class. School passed and he wasn’t there, I found myself thinking of and looking for him. “How did school go today?” Mom asked when I got home later than usual. “Okay.” My mouth said but my mind said not okay. I went to bed with an empty stomach shoving my brother aside as I went. I wasn’t hungry, for food at least, but I was hungry, for him. In the morning I found myself engulfing three pop tarts. On the way to school I veered off the road again, and as the other day, the car behind me honked. I was going crazy. I needed socialization… but with whom could I talk with. No one. I’d left all my friends behind in California. For the first few days, I only needed the memory of him. But today my socialization level was low, and my brain urged me to talk to someone, anyone. Say something. In my English class I exploded to the girl next to me. Mr.Birk shushed me and I, in answer, shushed him. Not a good idea. I was given a note to take to the principle, Mr.Birks pointed to the door and I proceeded, glaring at him as I shut the door. “Grace Whitman to the principal for defiance.” The note said in red ink that infuriated me. I ripped it up instantly and threw it into the large garbage can next to the wall. As I headed to the bathroom I scowled at the boy that watched me rip the note up. I grumbled as I opened the door of the bathroom and proceeded to the next stall. I flipped the lid down and sat, balled up, on the toilet. I contented my mind with reading the graffiti on the walls. The most common verse written on the wall was Philip is mine or I love Philip. The bell rang and I willingly left to go to band. “Stupid, ugly, bald, English teacher.” I thought of Mr.Birks face when I said this to myself. The look of defeat filled the wrinkles on his aged face. I smiled victoriously to this thought and headed to band. “Don’t forget to take your instruments home and practice for the auditions tomorrow.” Coach Luke said as the bell rang. I grabbed an audition paper and my flute as I headed for the door. When I got home I pulled out my flute, to distract my mind from him, and practiced. I wasn’t half bad, I wasn’t sure if I’d win the responsibility of the solo or not, not like I wanted it any way, but I was sure I wouldn’t get embarrassed either. When mom and Charles walked through the door I put my flute away automatically. Aware that Charles would want to play it and break it. He did rush over but I turned to put it away before he could speak. I did eat supper tonight, reminded of the horrible hunger that pained me this morning. We ate in silence and after dinner I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. So I cut my computer on and closed my door. I was thinking of him again. I got on Google and typed in myspace. I got on the site and reviewed all the pictures until I failed in my search and fell asleep in my chair. When I woke in the morning my neck hurt. I ignored it and looked over at the clock. “Oh!” I realized I was late and rushed out the door. I ran back in seconds later to grab my flute and paper. I pushed the petal to the floor today; I didn’t even have time to veer off the road today, much less time to think of him. I rushed to math, my first class, and as I set foot in the door the bell rang. I hopped into my seat and shortly after a large stately figure appeared before me. It stretched out its hand to tap on my desk and I looked up, gulping. Mrs. Heather, the slim blond sweet faced teacher, waited in front of me. She slipped a tardy pass to me. I dropped my head as I felt the other student’s eyes watching me, and slunk to the office. When I felt that Mrs. Heather had looked away I walked instinctively to the bathroom, again. She wouldn’t know. The other pupils wouldn’t either. Why should I care? Well, whatever. All other classes zoomed past leaving band as the last memorable survivor. I thought of him again, staring off into space. “Next... Ahem…next! Mrs. Whitman?” coach Luke boomed. I looked up sleepily. I stepped forward to play. I wasn’t scared, only because I didn’t know these students. As I sat in the isolated awaiting seat I looked around the room, and then I froze. He stood out from them all. I stopped breathing as his eyes investigating me. I started noticing my hands turning from red to blue. I breathed again when I heard his girlfriend laugh, assuring me time hadn’t stopped. I was trembling. Coach made a signal with his hands, pushing me on. I played. My breath was shuddering like a leaf about to fall. When I finished all the students were staring at me unbelievingly. “You…Congratulations Grace. I believe you earned the solo.” Coach said in a whisper. Everyone’s eyes widened and then, they all smiled and applauded. I blushed faintly pink and then a dark red when he stood. Time stopped again. But then time continued. As he, like the others, applauded. I inhaled, grateful for a break, then ran to put my flute away when the bell rang. When I turned around I nearly screamed. There he stood, towering over me. He put his hand over my mouth, and again I inhaled sighing afterwards. What felt like an hour later he put his hand away, stepping back. “You…You were incredible.” He said with widened hazelnut colored eyes. “Oh…” I couldn’t continue for a moment, paralyzed by his eyes and face, “Really I didn’t mean too be good. I was actually scared.” I said modestly. “Scared? Of what?” he asked, his breath giving me chills. “Oh nothing really.” I said tearing myself from his thoughtful gaze. “Hmmm. Okay.” He said frowning, shattering the perfection of his face. He turned and winked, beaming at me on his way out. I just stood there, on the verge of fainting. I should’ve chased him. But I was too weak. “That was great, Grace.” Coach said, walking over to pat my shoulder. I walked cheerfully to my car. “I made a friend today, a nameless friend.” I thought shakily on the way home. I couldn’t stop smiling, and mom and Charles noticed. “School good today huh?” Mom asked at dinner, smiling. “Uh…yeah I made my first friend.” I said, fumbling on the word friend. “Good.” She said. Charles rolled his eyes. I rolled mine back and hauled off to bed. I fell asleep and woke up smiling. “Stupid boy.” I thought, laughing at my remark. I went to the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. I didn’t usually put on make up. I had natural beauty mom called it. I hated popular people. They just had to put it on. What ever. When I arrived at school he was in all my classes. Why didn’t I see him yesterday? I shrugged off the thought and went to my next class, Science. The tall, black wiry haired teacher, Mr. James nearly put me to sleep with his lectures. He was staring from the lab table across from mine at me. No one sat next to me on the vacant stool. I imagined him sitting next to me and felt better, completed. I was just too timid to ask him his name. Time flew by when I wasn’t looking at him anyway. On my way home I smiled as I thought of him again. Then frowned to know he was my only friend and I didn’t know his name. When I got home I watched TV sitting impatiently as I waited for that commercial to come on. It never did. Mom didn’t come home the usual time tonight. She was occupied with a meeting that she took Charles to. I laughed to think of how bored Charles would get. Torturing my brother was hilarious, especially if I wasn’t doing it. An hour later when the commercial still hadn’t come on, I wrote a note and put it on the counter. Grabbing a piece of pizza from the fridge on the way. “Dear mom,” the note read, “Gone bike riding. Be home soon, love Grace.” I marched out the door grabbing my keys of the table. I pulled my bike out from under the shed and rode down our street a ways. I took a small dirt path that led to nowhere and thought of him on my way. I pedaled on and on not sure where I turned or went, just kept going and going. I wasn’t sure how far I’d gone when I reached a small stream. I looked at it for a minute, then turned and went home. Mother looked worried and confused when I walked in. But I just marched to my room and went to bed.

Is this a good book? I'm currently writing this book. Is this good? The hallway buzzed with noise as Mabel tried to squish through the crowd. “ Oh my gosh! Isn’t this cool?!”, Noah grabbed Mabel’s shoulders and screamed. Noah cleared her throat. “I mean, it’s the first day of middle school and…” She stopped and stared at the group of football players as if they were rock stars. Mabel stared at the group. Noah pulled out her vanilla Lip Smacker and smiled. “Look, there’s Robert!”, she said smacking her glossy lips and smiling. Mabel sighed. Robert has been her only crush since second grade and during the summer, she promised herself that this year, in seventh grade, she would make him hers. She just wondered why he never hung out with her or even said a word to her. Is it because she wasn’t pretty enough? Or was it because he didn’t like girls who stuck their noses in books and paid attention in class like Mabel. As a straight-A student, she only cared about education. If she got a C or lower, he he hallway buzzed with noise as Mabel tried to squish through the crowd. “ Oh my gosh! Isn’t this cool?!”, Noah grabbed Mabel’s shoulders and screamed. Noah cleared her throat. “I mean, it’s the first day of middle school and…” She stopped and stared at the group of football players as if they were rock stars. Mabel stared at the group. Noah pulled out her vanilla Lip Smacker and smiled. “Look, there’s Robert!”, she said smacking her glossy lips and smiling. Mabel sighed. Robert has been her only crush since second grade and during the summer, she promised herself that this year, in seventh grade, she would make him hers. She just wondered why he never hung out with her or even said a word to her. Is it because she wasn’t pretty enough? Or was it because he didn’t like girls who stuck their noses in books and paid attention in class like Mabel. As a straight-A student, she only cared about education. If she got a C or lower, her mom would start a long conversation about “if you don’t have the grades, Mabel, you may never get into Harvard. You need to take education seriously. Now go study and promise me a better test next time.” Mabel would nod her head and run off to her room. Mabel knew it was because of that. Noah, Mabel’s best friend since kindergarten, was cool and never shy. In be fact, Mabel would be totally jealous of her because on top of being a straight-B student, she was cute, friendly, funny, and had adorable style. Hmm…what if Robert likes Noah? Mable wondered to herself. She was stunned. “Noah, do you think that I’m…you know, geeky?” Noah looked down at the floor. “Um…well, you’re not that geeky, you’re just…” Mabel interrupted, “Nerdy?” Noah nearly yelled out “Yes!” Mabel stared her. She was right. The two headed to the girls bathroom. “Are you sad?” asked Noah as she applied mascara and pink eye shadow. Mabel finished tying her shoes and let out a calm “No.” Noah smiled and said, “Perfect! My make up is so perfect. No smudges, no colors getting mixed up!” Mabel giggled, “Your pink eye shadow doesn’t match your dark red lips”. Noah grinned and started to sing “Ain’t no other man”. “You look and sing just like a miniature Christina Aguilera!” Mabel said while putting on nail polish. There was no one else in the bathroom and they felt relaxed. Rrrrring! “Oh my gosh! We’re gonna be late!” Noah struggled to pack up her cosmetics in her purple pouch. “Wait!”, screamed Noah, “my lips got smudged!” Mabel sighed. Why was it that Mabel only needed nail polish to feel beautiful while Noah needed the whole enchilada? Noah finally found a light shade of lavender and wiped it all over her lips. She put on a coat of her signature vanilla Lip Smacker. They rushed out of the bathroom and into the classroom. The teacher stared at them. He was a bald man with round, black glasses and he had on a button-down shirt, a tie with prancing elves, and tuxedo pants. “You girls got lucky. Class starts in one more minute but everyone else came early. Guess they’re all excited about stepping up and becoming seventh graders.” They took the seats in the front next to each other. A couple seconds later, the teacher announced “Five, four, three…” Amber, Raquel, Ashley, and Anna rushed in right when he was going to say “two”. Mabel and Noah looked at each other and mouthed the words “popular girls”. This group is even worse than all the bullies. These girls were so preppy and girly and Amber was the head of them. It was her who said what do and what not to do and everyone else in her crew did exactly what she said and she treated them like servants. They even wore matching clothes and today, it was plaid Bermuda shorts, sparkly tank tops, and ballet flats. The group took the seats right next to Robert. Amber worked up her charm and flirted with Robert. Mabel grunted and played around with the key chain in the pocket of her hoodie. “No more being a nerd,” she whispered to herself. Apparently, Noah heard and winked. She then whispered, “Good idea, Mabel!” The teacher cleared his voice and in a soft therapist voice said, “Hello students. My name is Mr. Smith and I’m going to be your history teacher.” Everyone stared at him as if he was speaking another language. As always, Mabel knew that Mr. Smith would be a great teacher. Mr. Smith pulled out a box of textbooks and passed them out. “Everyone, please to turn to page 6. Please silently read this section on ancient Egypt.” Everyone got right to work and started reading while Mr. Smith sat down at his desk. He jotted down things on a notebook. Half an hour later, when everyone was finished reading, he passed out slips of paper to everyone. “Please put your slip into the hat on my desk”, he pointed to his desk “we will be starting our ancient Egypt projects and now we are picking partners.” Mabel’s heart started pounding. The only way that Robert could notice me is if I worked with him on a project, she thought. “The first pair is Rachel and Chris.” Mable was shocked. Who knew Rachel, the sophisticated wannabe-lawyer would wound up with the kid who did arm farts in front of the teacher? “The next pair is Noah and Robert.” Mabel almost cried. How could this be? But then she calmed down. What if she used Noah to ask Robert some questions about what kind of girl he was into? Hmmm…maybe Noah was more useful than giving bad makeovers. Mr. Smith glanced up at the clock. “Whoops! Time is running out! I better assign partners and fast!”, he said in a cartoon voice. “Harold and Mabel. Thomas and Amber. Tiffany and Raquel. Anna and Mohammed. Ashley and David.” Mabel felt like dying. How could she possibly be stuck with Harold, the boy who picks his nose and eats a plain sandwich with a massive dallop of mayonnaise and a pickle or two to top it off. Mabel never forgot the time when he shoved one of his icky sandwiches up her throat. She barfed and had to go home early. After history class, Mabel went to the bathroom while Noah went to ask Mr. Smith some questions about the project. Mabel was upset that Noah got to be Robert’s partner. Noah barged into the girl’s bathroom. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” groaned Noah. Mabel just applied some lip-gloss and looked the other way. Noah frowned. Mabel then smacked her lips and blew her nails. “Mabel, you can’t give me the silent treatment forever. Now, tell me why you’re so mad.” Mabel cleared her throat, “Why do you get to be Robert’s partner and I don’t?” Noah looked at Mabel as if she was stupid. “Mabel, the whole partner-picking thing was random, so I didn’t get to choose.” Mabel rolled her yes, “So what? I’m still mad.” Noah started to get angry and shouted, “Its not my fault!” Mabel stared at her. Mabel had never seen Noah erupt before. She must have really pressed Noah’s buttons, but she didn’t care, or at least pretended not to care. Mabel finally got the message: Noah might actually like Robert. “Wait a minute,” said Mabel “you like Robert.” Noah was silent. “Do you like Robert?” Mabel demanded. Noah nodded her head. Mabel started crying. Noah approached Mabel and hugged her. Noah whispered, “Are we still friends?” Mabel wiped her tears and said, “I don’t know.” Mabel left the bathroom, slamming the door, and went off to English class. Luckily, Mabel didn’t have English class with Noah so she would have to deal with Noah passing notes asking, “Are we still friends?” Mabel knew this because this happened last year. English class was pretty quiet without Noah yelling out answers and whispering jokes about Mrs. Renoldi. Mrs. Renoldi was an old-fashioned lady who probably still believed it was the 1900’s. In a turtleneck sweater, shiny silver pants, loafers, poofy hair, a red and green headband, and novelty earrings, she was the nerdiest teacher in the whole school. After English class, Mabel went over to get her science book from her locker to study at lunch. Noah had slipped a note into Mabel’s locker: Dear Mabel, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. I mean, it’s not my fault that I have a crush on Robert. Besides, its not like I’m going to flirt with him or something. -Noah Mabel carefully studied the note. Wow…Noah even used the blue gel pen I gave her last year , thought Mabel. She did feel bad about being mad at Noah for no reason. She wanted to forgive her, but she wasn’t sure yet. She pulled out her science book and her wrinkled up paper bag and headed over to the cafeteria. Lunch just wasn’t the same without Noah. Mabel had a peanut butter sandwich, homemade brownies, orange juice, and an apple. She glumly ate lunch. She wondered where Noah was sitting. She glanced through the whole cafeteria until finally she spotted Noah. Mabel gasped and choked on a chunk of the apple. There was Noah sitting with Amber, Ashley, Raquel, and Anna laughing it up right in front of Mabel. Mabel felt gullible to even want to forgive Noah. Noah was trying to make Mabel jealous and it worked. Mabel thought of a plan to embarrass Noah for life. The next day, Mabel completely ignored Noah and Noah ignored her back. Mabel was lonely while Noah flaunted herself with the “popular girls”. During history class, Mabel watched as Noah smiled and blushed right in front of Robert. That’s when Mabel realized that he really did like Noah. “Want to eat lunch with me?” he said to Noah. The whole class gasped. The star of the football team and the preppy, happy girl…eating lunch…together? Mabel watched as Noah and Robert giggled at lunch. They seemed as though they’ve known each other forever. Mabel couldn’t stand it. She walked over to where Noah was sitting and dumped milk all over her head. Noah screamed. Noah went running like a dog with a tail on fire. And Robert frowned. “What the heck, you geek?!” he shouted. Mabel stared at him, feeling the tears slipping out of her eyes. A geek? Great, now I know he thinks I’m a geek, she thought. Mabel took her wrinkled up paper bag with an apple core and half of the sandwich and walked out of the cafeteria. She went to her locker and stared at herself in the mirror of her locker. She checked herself. What was so geeky about her? Moments later, she realized what was nerdy. Square black glasses that were so big that they took up half of her face. A piggy nose. Red and blue braces. A button down cotton shirt. Plaid trousers. Socks up to the knee. Maybe if she stretched them, they’d cover her whole leg. And red low top Converse. She felt the word in her mind. That word. Geek. Its time to stop being a geek once and for all, she thought. Chapter 2 Mabel looked at herself in the mirror in the morning and smiled. “No more being a geek!” she screamed in delight. As she walked through the hallway at school, she finally knew that being a geek was over for her. “Ooh hot!” screeched the boys. And that one sound that made it feel worth it. Gasp. Gasp. Mabel was wearing a red tube top with the word “baby” written in fold foil. She wore an incredibly mini mini-skirt. She had strappy red sandals and she dyed her hair cherry chocolate with red and black streaks. She wore a chain necklace, earrings, and a tattoo. She went to class. History class, she sighed. Mr. Smith looked at her. The teacher’s pet has gone wrong. “Um, Mabel, would you like to read page 12, paragraph 2?” Mabel stared at him. Look, I’m not a kiss-up teacher’s pet girl anymore. I’m a hot, bad girl, she thought. “No.” she said in a snobby tone. She knew how to do this voice perfectly because the popular crew practically created that voice. Mr. Smith looked at her. “Please read the paragraph, Mabel.” Mabel then said, in a snobbier tone, “No.” Mr. Smith turned red. “READ THE PARAGRAPH!” he screamed. “No.” Mabel said like she was tring to be annoying. Mr. Smith then said, “Mabel read the paragraph or else.” Mabel stood up and walked toward him, “Are you threatening me?” she screamed. “Get your backpack and head to the principal’s office. You’re in big trouble, ma’am!” The class roared with “Ooooh!” and “Uh oh!” And what Mabel was waiting for. Gasp. Gasp. “So, why didn’t you read the paragraph?” asked the principal. Mrs. Harper was sitting at her desk in a light blue business suit, high heels to match, and a messy bun. Mabel stared at her wrinkles. Um…there’s something called Botox, thought Mabel. “I’m waiting to know.” The principal added. The office was so depressing. The desk Mrs. Harper was sitting at was flowing with tattered papers. Pens and pencils were all over the floor. Mabel was sitting on a little pink stool. There was a countertop with coffee mugs and file folders. The carpet looked as though there was a wild party in there. Gum on the floor. “Mabel, are you going to talk or not,” asked the principal. Mabel sighed. “I just didn’t feel like reading.” Mabel put on her puppy dog hoodie. If Mrs. Harper saw Mabel with a tube top, the trouble she was already was in would be doubled. “Tube tops aren’t allowed”, Mrs. Harper would say over and over again. Mrs. Harper rose her eyebrows, “So, why didn’t you feel like reading.” Mabel decided to lie. It was the only way to get out of all this trouble. “Well, I didn’t feel like reading because I was in a bad mood. I felt like crying.” Mrs. Harper suddenly switched from principal mode to therapist mode. “Oh, dear! What happened, Mabel?” Mabel replied as glumly as she can, “Well, I like Robert and now Robert likes Noah and I want him to like me.” Mabel then stated crying for real. By trying to lie, she ended up telling the truth. Mrs. Harper nodded her head, “It’ll be okay, dear. Boys are mysterious people, really they are. Don’t cry please.” Mabel cried and cried. Mrs. Harper reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a mango-flavored lollypop. Mabel took it even though strawberry-flavored lollypops were her favorite. She wiped her tears and left the office. She went to bathroom to wash her face. Noah walked into the bathroom too. “So, what happened in the office?” asked Noah. Mabel replied, “Nothing. I didn’t get in trouble.” Noah smiled. “That’s good,” Noah giggled. “The whole class was talking about it while we were supposed to be working on our Egypt projects. Everyone thought you got suspended or something.” Noah added. Mabel sighed. She really did miss Noah. Mabel asked, “So, how is it going with Robert?’ Noah shook her head. “All he ever talks about is Amber. I found out he’s using me to get to Amber. So I dumped him during history class.” Mabel felt so bad. “How could we have let one boy ruin our friendship?” Mabel asked sadly. “I missed you so much. There was no one to dip Oreos into chocolate milk with while watching cartoons, no one to play soccer with, no one to watch movies with, no one to bake cookies with, no one to play “hair salon” with. No one to do anything with. Please, please, please, please be my best friend again.” Noah cried. Noah was sobbing. Mabel yelled happily, “Of course I’ll be your friend again!” They hugged and cried. “Everyone was talking about your geek to chic makeover today,” Noah said. Mabel smiled, “My days as Geek Girl are over!” Noah then added, “The football team was even talking about how hot you looked. And Robert!” Mabel leaped with excitement. She ran over to Robert. “Hey, Robert!” she said in that total flirt tone. Robert looked at her. “You look really hot.!” Mabel giggled. “Wanna go out to the movies this Friday night?” she asked. Robery smiled, “Yeah, sure.” Friday came and Mabel was throwing clothes out of her closet. Her room was a little small. Her bed, with her pink and lime green bedding, was in the middle, magazines with cut out pictures of celebrities were all over the carpet, and one pink dresser and a desk with a laptop. Her closet was small, which is why most of her clothes were all over the floor. Where is that pink tube top? she wondered. She found her tube top under her bed and pulled it on. She grabbed her high heels and skinny jeans. She put glittery pink eye shadow and sparkly pink lipstick. She headed over to the theatre and walked up to Robert, who waiting inside near the snack area. “Want popcorn?” asked Robert. Mabel blushed as pink as her lipstick and said, “Yes, please” in her most innocent little girl voice. She has used this voice to get herself out of trouble with her mom. He paid for popcorn and purchased a drink and escorted Mabel to a seat way in the back. Robert sat down and put the popcorn in Mabel’s lap. Mabel smiled weakly. This was her first date ever and she felt so awkward. The movie started and Robert smiled at her. She wasn’t interested in watching ‘Superman strikes again’, but she pretended to be completely interested in it. She sighed and daydreamed about getting married to Robert. She smiled and dozed off. Before she knew it, the dream became beautiful the more she imagined. “Mabel”, Robert said while shaking her. He cleared his throat, “Wake up, Mabel!” Mabel woke up, still sleepy. “What happened?” she asked, feeling drowsy. Robert frowned. “You missed the whole movie because you fell asleep”, he replied. Mabel widened her eyes. What a jerk I am. The one and only hottie who I loved for so long finally went on a date with me and I fell asleep. Poor guy paid for tickets and snacks and I wasted it all and fell asleep. Fell asleep, she thought. “I’m sorry.” Mabel said. Robert got up and said, “Come on, lets go.” Mabel sighed. The one and only boy she really loved is going to dump her after one date. Just one date! No, she was not going to let him dump her. They went outside and sat at the bench. Robert was waiting for a taxi to pick them up. Mabel grabbed his arm, “Are you still mad at me?! All I did was fall asleep during the movie! You can’t blame me for being a bit tired. You’re not the one who has to study, play the violin, play the piano, go to soccer practices every day, and still have time to do homework! And then I still have chores and you in my life! So, why are you mad if you can’t understand what I go through every freaking day of my life!” Mabel had yelled this out so loud that everyone waiting for the bus and exiting and entering the theatre could hear. She sounded like a crazy woman who wanted to break up with her husband. Robert stood there, embarrassed as everyone stared at Mabel and Robert. Robert just glared at her and looked down. “I wasn’t mad at you, just a little annoyed. That’s all. But you had to embarrass me in front of all these people.” Mabel shrugged. “I’m really, really sorry, Robert. Please forgive me.” Mable said. Robert hugged her and replied, “Just don’t let it happen again.” They let go and Mabel quietly sad, “Ok.” Noah called Mabel two hours after she got back from the date with Robert. Noah seemed pretty excited. “So, how did the date go with Robert?” Mabel sighed, “I fell asleep during the movie and he seemed pretty upset and I yelled at him in public like a mad woman with no therapist who wanted to divorce her husband and live alone in a mountaintop in Oregon or something.” Noah giggled, “Don’t tell me you brought up the fact that you practice piano and stuff. And why Oregon? I heard that Wisconsin has pretty nice mountaintops perfect for mad women with no therapist who want to divorce their husband.” Mabel laughed, “This is probably the last time me and Robert will ever go out on a date.”

What is your horoscope sign...? I am a Leo. I love automated opening doors and nothing would give me more pleasure than to have Clappers applaud me when I enter a room. I must admit I am an attention seeking person. ENJOY!

Jean Survey! :-)? The thought came to me last night while I was doing homework. So, it's pretty simple to figure out. This is a jean survey. Whoever's answer is closest to mine will be best answer. And I'll give my answers later. 1. How many jeans do you own? 2. Are most of them dark wash, medium wash, or light wash? 3. Where do you usually keep your jeans (On hangers, folded up, thrown on the floor...)? 4. What is your favorite/least favorite style of jeans (Flare, skinny?): 5. Where do you usually buy your jeans? 6. Do you have a favorite pair? 7. (For girls) Do you like wear them tucked into boots? And dresses/skirts? 8. Would you be able to live without jeans (random..)? Thanks for answering! :-) 1. How many jeans do you own?: 15+. 2. Are most of them dark wash, medium wash, or light wash? Dark wash. 3. Where do you usually keep your jeans (On hangers, folded up, thrown on the floor...)?: Hangers, by wash. 4. What is your favorite/least favorite style of jeans (Flare, skinny?): Flare and bootcut. 5. Where do you usually buy your jeans? PacSun and Kohls. Everywhere else is too long or too low-rise. Haven't tried AE yet. 6. Do you have a favorite pair?: Not yet. 7. (For girls) Do you like wear them tucked into boots? And dresses/skirts?: Yup, yup. 8. Would you be able to live without jeans (random..)?: HECK NO. :-)

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RATE OUT OF TEN please? She was on her way to becoming a college graduate Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play "I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it 'Cause they regretted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Verse 2] Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower We talked about, power to the people and such We spent more time together but it was never enough I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino", And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronx Zoo We sailed in Barrio and the Metropolitan too Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full of tears She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night [Hook] [Verse 3] I went on with my life, college and my career Ended up locked up like an animal for a year Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair Though gone physically, somehow it was still there I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear So I went and visited the building where she used to live The world looks a lot different after you do a bid The way your life done changed While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor "Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said "By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven I thank God at least I got to know what love really was But it hurt me, to see what true love really does 'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993 I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried on August 3rd The story ends without a sequel And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone

A Good story ? It is March 31st,2009 My name is Steve Weattie. Alot of people call me Steve Wheaties, my wife calls me Steevey Weevey. I live in the busy city of Boston. I have a job as a manager of internfal affairs at the Boston Public Library. It may sound a bit espionage saying that I handle internal afairs but I'm the head boss for all that goes on at the library. I'm the man that handles security. Someone steals a book in front of our cameras Im the man that security tells first,I'm the man that handles books coming in to this library and out and know what books should be banned from this library.I wasnt all that good in math as a kid but I deal with library funds at times. Im not the head man to handle that but I work with everyone. It's alot to handle for one man. It may seem a bit unrealistic. How can one man be handling all these things for a library? Sounds like something out of a story. I would have thought so too,but its all true. Im a busy man but I worked hard in my life to get this far to the top. As a kid I always wanted to be a librarian,I did too when I was a teenager,I just became something more at the end. It's alot of responsibilty but I'm an organized man. I have enough time to be here at this library everyday except for Sundays and be home by 6 or 7 to spend the night with my wife. Today is March 31st,2009. It is 5:29 A.m. Im laying down next to my sweet wife _____. She's sleeping peacefully and I feel like everything is right in the world with me. She lays there so sweet. Her bosom rising and falling with every breath,her beautiful face in peace,every aspect of her is beautiful. With her next to me I feel like I can do anything. As usual she sleeps with her pink fluffy pillow,her pink fluffy blanket,in her pink pajamas. If I didnt know by now that her favorite color in the world is pink, I would have to be a very stupid person.It's funny to be sleeping with a pink blanket,a pink pillow underneath my head as well. At least I dont wear the pink pajamas. I have still some man dignity on me. For her though, I would walk down the street in pink. I would be laughed at but it would be worth it to make her happy. My colors for me have always been black and yellow. I cant seem to know why I like both. I cant just like black or just like yellow. I only like these colors in a combination. Their too distinct colors but I seem to enjoy both colors as well as pink which I began after I met ____. It is 5:45 A.m now and that means I should take a shower now. I get out of our king sized Serta Bed, thats one good bed never had a bad nights sleep with that bed, and walk to the bathroom to take a shower.It feels nice under my feet to walk on the pink mats in the bathroom. Sigh. Well... I do this everyday and I wouldnt change it for the world. I always feel content with my life. I mention pink so much and I tolerate my wifes adoreness with pink. Its a fine color just as red or blue would be ,but I dont consider myself to be less a man to like the color. Its funny that I always assure myself that everyday when I reach the bathroom. It's just a funny habit I have. I dont think its a bad habit at all. It keeps my life in balance doing almost the same thing everyday. I say almost since I never know what me and my wife will do. Shes very engergetic and outgoing so one minute we could be eating and next me and her could be throwing water at each other for fun. I also never know what will ever happen at work. THeres always something that could happen at work...a book stolen, a disturbed patron making a scene in the library entrance, you just never know. It is 6:03 A.m and I have finished taking a shower. Im dressed in one of my best suits since today I know I have a meeting with a few members of the Children Donation FUnd. I will be making sure that the libray has the theme of children and caring for needful children. Ill prob prospose the idea of putting childrens faces around the library and donation boxes near the childrens room,near entrances and such. It shouldnt be a bad day. Its Tuesday and Tuesdays are the days where usually activity and such is very slow. No problem for me though..if work is slow then at least Ill have my house to come home to with ____. It is 6:25 A.m and Im eating breakfast at my polished table with pink flower designs. Im eating Cocoa Puffs from a pink bowl with a pink flower spoon. Im reading yesterdays Boston Globe since the newspaper doesnt come to our house till 7 o clock. I usually am behind the news by one day but thats ok for me since I read the news just to know current events or to bring up some such thing I read in the newspaper in a meeting like "Why are we all acting like the Dubois family that fought over their dog for ? Lets just be the state of Massachusetts and get rid of the Dubois family?" It is 6:45 A.m. Ive cleaned my cereal bowl ,put away the cocoa puffs and am heading upstairs to kiss ____ goodbye. I would be a fool to try to wake her up since she never can wake up early. If I tried to wake her up with me in the morning she would be cranky the whole day. Well,she'll be waking up soon since she may want to go to the mall later. As she told me there will be a new purse out on sale today that will have a built in cell phone holder,a mini tv screen to watch the latest soap operas and it even has satellite so you can watch any nationality of soap operas wheter it be Japanese or Russian or even Arab. Hmm...I also think this new purse will be pink and have an automated cell phone operator meaning I think if you click some certain button the purse it can put your phone on to answer a call. Shes always saying how sometimes I call her and she can never pick up the phone because its in her purse and she has to try to find the phone in her purse and by that time she misses the call. So..maybe this will be a good purse for her. "____ Im leaving for work ok? I left you some goodies on the kitchen table and a surprise in your make -up kit. ON the kitchen table I have for her a pumpkin pie for her that I bought last night . In the make -up kit ive left for her 200 $. Of course shes not a spend thrift we have to do some food shopping, so I dont expect her to use all that money for the purse. Well I hope so. "hhmmm..ok my steevey weevy Ill see you later then." I moved for the usual good morning kiss . I kissed her on her lips. Most of the time that would wake her up but today I could see she was a bit tired so I gave her a not too long kiss on the lips and one on her forehead and cheek. I Then I put my hand threw her hair and said Ill see you later _________" "Mhmm k Steevey I love you." I love you so much more _____ ,I told her. It is 7:21 A.M. I kissed my wife goodbye earlier. I walked out of the house,into the garage, entered my black Beemer that was next to my wifes Beemer, a pink convertible. My beemer was the usual sedan. It had the usual leather seats,GPS system, pink dice in the mirror one pink one actually and the other one black,heating on the seats,and a kickin stereo system. Yeah kickin..well for listening to music it always makes me feel cool and young. It is 7:27 A.M. and I m close to the library. Theres plenty of traffic at this time. I just have to drive down this street,pass Boston Common,take a right at Lowe's Theater and just head straight down and I'll be there. As of now Im close to nearing Lowe's Theater. Too many s toplights and people passing. So many commuters are clogging up this street. Every damn minute Im stopping for them! It's just annoying that they pop up every few feet when you gain a foot. I remember my days as a commuter so I cant get pissed at these people. I use to try to run past cars and people to reach the train station to catch my train. Hmm...my commuter days are one of my greatest years in my life as well. Its how I met ______ in fact. Hmm...something also happened on a train back then but I cant seem to remember. It is 7:35 A.m and I am now at Lowe's Theater just have to turn right and Ill be on the street that leads to the library. Look both ways and hmm...wow look at that black dump truck there. Jet black with a shade of yellow on the side to spell some words. I cant read the words. Aha funny my favorite two colors on this weird dump truck black and yellow. So..anyway look left. To the left I have the dump truck here and to the right just that street and just looking for pedestrians. It is 7:36 A.M and I flick the switch to turn my right signal on. Tick Tick Tick the green arrow ticks and tocks on my dashboard. I turn my wheel slowly to the right. I look fast again to my left while my Beemer is in motion. The black and yellow truck is coming up fast to me. My heart is getting faster. Maybe I should wait for this thing to pass. Im in the middle of the road though. I just cant stop. I keep on moving and hope that the driver will realize his mistake and stop. My car is still in a turn and suddenly the truck is somehow so close to me that I can see the driver inside. I cant believe my eyes. I thought I would never see HIM again. How is he here? All I know is that this thing I once knew but I dont have time to think. I have to get out of his way!. Before I have time to think of what Im going to do for a motion with my car the dump truck smashes hard into the driver side of my car. My side. I feel an intense pressure on my left like someone just took my whole side and squeezed it all together. My heart is being crushed by pounds of metal. I cant breathe. THe light of day is gone and I only see complete darkness. Im going to die. Why must I die? I dont want to leave _____. I love her too much. How could she handle it? I dont know how I can be thinking when I probably have serious injuries. I feel the pain so intense and yet I expected to lose consciousness. My sight is of blackness and I think maybe Ill be able to stay awake threw all this,maybe I will stay alive. As soon as I even begin to think this I feel like I'm rolling over and over and over and over. My head is crashing against the ceiling of the car I think. What the hell is goin on? I cant think anymore. I cant breathe. I cant breathe. I cant breathe. I cant............................ "Goooood morning everyone. This is abc News in the Morning and I'm Patrick o DOnell " "And im Sara Fontaine who will give you your traffic updates. "Im Lindsey Hamilton who will be giving you your Boston weather for the day. "Aaaand I;m Johnny Repp who wull be giving you your update on who married who,who broke up with who,and who wants to break up with who on your entertainment news. THIS IS abc NEWS IN THE MORNING. "Good Morning to our viwers. Today is Tuesday March 31st 2009. Its 7:59 on this windy day wouldnt you say Sara? "Ill tell you it sure was Patrick. I almost was blown away today by the winds but thats for Lindsey to tell us right ? "Of course of course" "In this mornings news, two Turkish planes bombed Kurdistan today due to PKK militants killing 10 Turkish militants outside of a customs building in the Istanbul District. "OOO doesnt sound good now does it Patrick?" "Well...that may not sound good but today in Boston there will be the annual Children week. "Oh yes I was looking forward to that." "So for all those people that would like to chip in and help some children...the event will be held at the Boston South End pubic Library today at 3 p.m and should last till 7 p.m tonight and then of course same time tomorrow . There should be groups for children to play in and for adults,small workshops on how we can help our chidlren. "O yes that does sound nice. For anyone thats trying to get anywhere near the Boston Library you wont have much luck. " Why is that Sara who is with the traffic who should have said that she was the traffic woman. "AHAHAH well Lindsey it's a bit shocking to find that there was an accident right across from the Boston Common nearly a half hour ago. " "Oh wow right in a public street too. " "Yes so dont try going down Winter,Summer, or Franklin ST. Besides that there was one accident on Rt. 128, there is a bit of a bulge there but there shoud be an estiamted wait time in traffic of 5 -10 minutes. Besides that the roads are clean this morning. "Yes thank you Sara. Back to the news, it seems that on the story of that accident that Sara told us there are 7 people injured,one man it is said to be believed dead and there is one person missing as well. It's a strange accident. Lets go with Rebecca Chong with more details who is live now at the scene". "Yes Patrick. The scene here is devastating. It seems at 7:36 this morning a man who is yet to be identified at the moment was in a 2009 BMW 202 X when as he was taking a turn he was struck by an incoming dumpster truck stricking his drivers side. The bmw was smashed completely on the drivers side and if you look down the street here you can see that the dump truck was actually moving the bmw along the street. No drivers were hurt but the Bmw hit a curb and spun over injuring at least 7 pedestrians. From what we know,these injured people have not serious injuries. It seems to be that these people were harmed not by the car itself but by metal pieces of the car. In fact we have here with us a man that saw the whole collision while sitting on a bench waiting for the 7:40 bus. Say your name sir." "Yeahh hi my names Bill Shawmut. I was sitting here on this bench and Im looking at this Bmw right? Im thinking to myself what would I do to get me one of those babies? One second im looking at this beaut and the next second Im seeing a huge dump truck like a big mother beep beep." "Excuse me sir?" "O yeah sorry about the swearing but this thing was pretty big. Like black and yellow I aint ever even seen a truck with yellow and black maybe white and yellow but not black. Anywayss this truck smashes into the driver side of the car right? and its still moving! This truck is still pushing this Bmw along the street! Im thinking what the hell aint the driver realized he just crashed into somethin? So this truck is just plowing this car down the street and Im standing up to see down the street now. Then the bmw kind of moved away from the truck and hit the sidewalk. All I know is then I be seeing this car flip over. Then like all these pieces of the car start flyin around everywhere and im thinkin to myself shit (beep) it better not be explodin now. Luckily it didnt. But yeah I saw the metal flyin everywhere. From my angle I could only see the car and the truck but not any people. God bless anyone involved in this accident. Might I add that this whole morning is ruined and its all to blame for one motherfucker (BEEP)driver on the road It was the scariest shit (beep) I seen in my life." "Thank you Bill for that insightful account of what has happened here today. As Bill has told us the bmw is completely wrecked. We did manage to see the driver of the BMW in one quick glimpse. We'll have some footage of him later live. From what we could see he had wounds to his head. We can see from our distance the BMW did have the use of airbags. As for the truck ...it seemed to have stopped a few feet after the BMW. THres not much we can say for the truck. Its a truck so...not much damage has been done to this truck. Theres dents on the front. Theres no driver found. Witnesses say they did see people running after the accident. It is possible that this will turn out to be a case of Hit and run and if the driver of the BMW dies...well then this will soon to be called manslaughter. Back to you Patrick. Hmm....Steevey. Why does he always do that? He thinks he doesnt wake me up when he kisses me but he does! Hes such a romantic though doing that. Let me check the time. Only 6:54! Steve must have just left like a few minutes ago. I didnt even get to sleep in . Grrrr. Well im up now might as well get my shit done. Lets see first thing is bathrooom. Didnt he say something about something in my make-up kit? Hmm..whats in there? Probably some nice book he got from the library. I never use to like to read but hes so convincing. "Just read it honey! Come on you know you wanna _____! Come on ____ everyone lets go! Come on lets get to it,You know you wanna do it!" "Steve be quiet Ill read the book. " "Fine read the book and then you'll come up to me all thanking me honey. Yup thats my Steevey. The book he picked out for me was great and yeah I did give him a hug. Hes just so sweet who wouldnt want to hug him besides me? Ahaha yeah so lets see whats in the make-up kit. My make -up kit is near the sink on the shelf. Its one big shelf so definitely my stuff wont be falling down. Hmm...lets see whats in here. He left a note on the kit. _____..I know how much you wanted that special thing youve been wanting and today you can get it! Yay for you! Dont forget though dont go too crazy because Im gonna be hungry tonight so I was thinking maybe like Steak with rice or whatever you want. Either way we need to do some shopping for food. Dont forget ______ I love you =) Awww thats nice of him but whats in here. I hate it how he likes to build the suspense of things just give whatever it is to me now! I opened the box and there it was two nicely folded hundred bills and a beautiful ring next to it. O my God! When did he get this?! Its soo beautiful! Of course! Today was the day we first met ! How could I forget? Aghh mornings they make me stupid. Ill like never take this ring off. Its like at least 2 karot or 3 whatever! Its real diamond for sure! Like I cant believe it! How could he do this? I never would have guessed! Pheww ok..I have to calm down. Whats the 200 dollars for though? All on food? We're not that low I think. Lets see I know hes bad at math but we usually worry about just what to eat for tonight and go day by day, not stack up on food. So...he should know we usually use about 50 for a good meal. 150 dollars what could I do with that? He couldnt want me to get....? No way. He wouldnt be that nice to me in one day! I already have a beautiful ring on me! He wouldnt want me to get the purse! Let me see that note again. "I know how much you wanted that special thing you've been waiting for and today you can get it!" He really wants me to get the purse! I cant believe he actually listened to me always talk about it. I thought he was half asleep at the table when I always told him the special features to that purse. He would always act like he was sleeping too! I never thought....he is sooo getting that steak and rice tonight! I better hurry up, get in the shower and eat something real quick. The malls open up at like 7:30. Ok its 7:15 . I had to rush a bit and it was hard to choose which pink shirt I wanted to wear for today and the shoes too but I did it and I have still time to eat something reall fast. Lets see...Im in the kitchen and whats that on the table? A pie and chocolate? Can this day get any better for me? I love pie! How could he do this to me?! I dont have the time to eat the pie now,I could eat it in the car but then Ill get my pink floor mats messy and then I'll have crumbs! Theres chocolate too though. Um... come on choose ____! Pie or chocolate! Thats it screw the chocolate. Pie your coming with me! Let me just get a fork then me and you are out of here mr. pumpkin pie. 7:30 in the morning. I cant believe I'm awake this early and not in a grouchy mood. If it wasnt for this ring and that pie and this purse then I probably would be in a shitty mood today. I made it to the mall at 7:25. It's close to our house. I actually half finished the pie...it was soo good! I just couldnt stop eating! Well...here Iam now at Sears waiting for the teenage girl to ring me up for my nice purse. "O MY GOd your actually getting this? This is like the coolest purse ever!" "Yeah I know right? So..how much will it be ? "Its going to be $148.13" "I handed her the cash and I received back my change. I liked this girl . She had a good style to her. I could see she had good style and her eyelashes...those were so nice . "Did you know you have nice eyelashes?" "Really? Awww thank you! Well ive been tired like shit but that just really cheered me up thanks! " I nodded to her and left the store. It felt good to feel like a young girl. Im usually not always like this saying cool and stuff. But...I still sometimes feel like a teenage girl . Whenever I walk into a mall, Im just 16 years old again. Lately Ive just been feeling like that age since I heard of that new purse. But...I think Ill be acting my age after tomorrow. I still have to finish that essay professor grant gave me. I'm still at Northeastern going to finish my masters in Science. Soon Ill be finished this year so.. I dont know where Ill go from there, but im glad that at least im not a bum to sit around the house all day. I dont know ...maybe after this degree..I can have the thought of children. At least if kids come into my life now there would be a loving father who has a firm and high job and at least a mother with a degree that could get her a decent job if someday Steevey lost the job or took ill. Always have to think for the future. It's 7:37 as of now and Im on the way to my car. I feel sad now for some reason like I forgot something or Im missing something important though I dont know what it could be. Well..maybe its just my mind telling me get back home and finish that term paper now! Well..Im in my sweet pink BMW and ready to get back home! It is 7:50 and I'm out of my car and have my keys in the hole of the door. My cell phone rings. This would be the perfect chance to see how my purse does its magic. I press the brown button on the side of the purse,you can barely even see it it blends in so well with the purse. Instantly I know that the purse has put me threw with whoever is calling. I say "Hello?" "Is this Mrs. Weattie?" "Yes this is she, who is speaking ?" "This is Seargent Nick Randal from the South End Boston Police Department." "O wow, I wasnt expecting a call from an officer. Um...is there a reason that your calling me so early? Did I do something wrong? "No maam no. Its not that, maam as a procedure I usually tell people that if you are standing now you may want to sit down. "For what reason, besides Im like right about to get into my house so I just cant sit on the ground. "Well maam if you must you should sit on the ground. Maam..this morning at 7:35 your husband Steve was struck by a dump truck across the Lowe's Theater. It was a very serious accident. Your husbands car is completely ruined,in fact barely recognizeable. As of now, for sure we know that he is in the ER. The paramedics told us that your husband's heart had stopped twice and that they had to inject adrenaline to get his heart beating again. He has received serious head trauma and multiple bruises to his body. He is living and is not in I believe ICU, I dont know why he is not there or in an operating room but for sure we know that he is in the ER and that it would be wise if you could come down to the hospital. " "Steevey no how could Steevey...it it cant be him. It must be some one else. He was just on his way to work. He doesnt take a highway or anything! It cant be him!!! NOOO!!" "Maam we are completely sure it is him. He had the id of Steve Wheatie,27 years old, resident of 245 Andalos St. Boston." "Its just....will he be all right??? "Maam I cant say for sure. I suggest you go see him at the hospital and now maam I have other matters to attend too. Good day. "Good day? Good day! What the hell do you mean a good day? My husbands been in an accident and your going to tell to have a good day!You stupid cop pig!" I cant take what he just told me. How can Steevey be in the hospital? He could be dead! Steevey! WHY?! I fell to the ground and my door opened to the entrance of my house. Steve, no you cant die. How? I feel like my heart will burst how can this happen? I look up and see my house. Steevey its like hes here in front of me. Memories of him here come bac to me. Him bringing me into this house the first time with me in his arms as we walked into his house,walked on where im sitting as husband and wife. Steevey kicking our stair case there by accident when his team won the soccer match,him screaming GOOOAAAAALLLLL! Him taking a kick and slapping him his foot on the staircase and him hopping in pain still saying "OWWW,goalllll! ___I need some ice!" How can this have happened to him? "Steevey,no. Please God dont let this happen to him". 5 minutes ago seems like a whole other world. I only feel pain,fear,and love for my husband in this new world. O God,I have to go get there fast. I cant let him go. Nooo. Steevey. Tears flow down my eyes as I drive to the hospital with our memories together racing threw my head. Steve.Dont die. Dont. 8:35 in the morning. Im at the hospital and I'm speaking to Dr. Roknilajah that has seen Steevey. "How is he ? Will he live? Please tell me yes please. "Maam someone upstairs must sure like him. Hes fine." "He is! O my God! YES! I start jumping and down not caring that others are looking at me as they pass by. My husband will live ! YES! "Maam if you could please calm down for a moment." "What? Dont tell me theres some kind of other problem." "Maam,your in some way scaring the patients with your yelling for joy." "The patients dont know that my Steevey is going to live! You hear all that you patients! My husband will live! Take that! "Mrs. ____ please calm down. I have to tell you your husbands situation here." "What? Dont tell me you just made me do all that for nothing. Hes okay right?" "Not per say. As of now he is sleeping as both you and I would sleep. He is not in a coma or such at all. We know that his heart stopped on the way here. Im very suspicious of this since his damages to his head are not fatal. You see maam...I was under the impression I would be receiving a patient with severe head trauma,enough that would have the brain so badly affected to stop the heart. Your husband has inguries that could be healed in less than 2 weeks. He has only a deep scratch that will be located near his eyebrow. As I said he can be healed. I can not say how he will be when he wakes up since he has not gained consciousness per say. He has spoken though so that rules out coma. He will have to stay the week for us to monitor his vital signs and see if he has been affected by this accident. "But...hes still well right?" "Yes he is well. We will on th