Ways to discipline your children may be the most controversial topic among raising children. Some agree that spanking your child may be considered child abuse, on the other hand, the majority of those who were raised on spankings when they did wrong, beg to differ. I myself am a child of the age when spankings were allowed, within limits of the law. Myself, I feel that if I didn't receive a hit when I didn't pick up my room, I would be one of the messiest people known.
There are many ways to discipline your child, and each child is different and act differently towards different kinds of discipline. I know for myself "time out" probably wouldn't have worked for me. Although spanking should be a last resort, if all else fails. This kind of discipline should only be used in the home, by the parents. Teachers, baby sitters. should find an alternate way to discipline your child.
In conclusion it is the parents choice to see which role of discipline works with their child, if spankings are what works, it should not be illegal, unless it moves onto physical abuse and or emotional or physical scaring.
Monday, November 17, 1997
Friday, May 23, 1997
What’s The Reason?
What’s The Reason?
What’s the reason
For waking up in the morning?
What’s the reason,
For keeping a head upon my shoulders?
What’s the reason,
For controlling my frustrations?What’s the reason,
For trying to grasp my sanity?What’s the reason,
For working as hard as I can?What’s the reason,
For loving every minute of every day?What’s the reason,
For smiling, laughing, crying?
What’s the reason?
The Reason is you
You, make me want to face the day
You, help me keep a head upon my shoulders
You, have this power to help control my frustrations and
Grasp my sanity
You, make me want to work as hard as I can
To…
Smile at you,
Laugh with you,
And cry with me
What’s the reason
For waking up in the morning?
What’s the reason,
For keeping a head upon my shoulders?
What’s the reason,
For controlling my frustrations?What’s the reason,
For trying to grasp my sanity?What’s the reason,
For working as hard as I can?What’s the reason,
For loving every minute of every day?What’s the reason,
For smiling, laughing, crying?
What’s the reason?
The Reason is you
You, make me want to face the day
You, help me keep a head upon my shoulders
You, have this power to help control my frustrations and
Grasp my sanity
You, make me want to work as hard as I can
To…
Smile at you,
Laugh with you,
And cry with me
Today...
Today...
Today I turned over a new rock in my life. I have always dreamed of being someone else, someone different, today I was. I can't pinpoint who or what I was, what I was acting like or what exactly brought about this change. I've never cared for any other person like I feel today and forever. Their thoughts, their feelings, their steps through life mean everything to me. I have feelings like I've never felt before. I always thought that love was the world’s strongest emotion. But today I revealed to myself that I was wrong. The way I feel goes much deeper than that. Through all the tribulations, we have stuck together. All the fights, heartbreaks, and raging emotions. The way I feel about this person is virtually indescribable. I would do anything foe them, die if I had to, if it meant that they would live. My emotions for this person are unmatchable, incurable and unstoppable.
Today I turned over a new rock in my life. I have always dreamed of being someone else, someone different, today I was. I can't pinpoint who or what I was, what I was acting like or what exactly brought about this change. I've never cared for any other person like I feel today and forever. Their thoughts, their feelings, their steps through life mean everything to me. I have feelings like I've never felt before. I always thought that love was the world’s strongest emotion. But today I revealed to myself that I was wrong. The way I feel goes much deeper than that. Through all the tribulations, we have stuck together. All the fights, heartbreaks, and raging emotions. The way I feel about this person is virtually indescribable. I would do anything foe them, die if I had to, if it meant that they would live. My emotions for this person are unmatchable, incurable and unstoppable.
Slipping Away
Slipping Away
I always felt as though I had the power, the power that drew people towards me. I’m not sure if it was my personality or what it was, but everyone used to like me, care about me. Lately I feel deserted, alone, scared. I feel that there is no one around me that cares about me, what I do, or what I want to become. With every ounce that there is, I spend it on someone else; I live to please. I feel so frustrated, as though everyone I’ve ever cared for is slipping through my fingers. I try to grasp them but their falling further and further from my reach. Who’s to blame? Is it my fault? Am I pushing them away or are they leaving under their own free will? I use every bit of sanity I have just to make it through each day. Arguments occur spontaneously. One minute we’ll be carrying on a detailed conversation and the next we’ll be at each other’s throats threatening to leave. Leaving is the last thing I want to happen, leaving is giving up, giving in. the way I see it, I never want it to end, but on the other hand, I give up.
I always felt as though I had the power, the power that drew people towards me. I’m not sure if it was my personality or what it was, but everyone used to like me, care about me. Lately I feel deserted, alone, scared. I feel that there is no one around me that cares about me, what I do, or what I want to become. With every ounce that there is, I spend it on someone else; I live to please. I feel so frustrated, as though everyone I’ve ever cared for is slipping through my fingers. I try to grasp them but their falling further and further from my reach. Who’s to blame? Is it my fault? Am I pushing them away or are they leaving under their own free will? I use every bit of sanity I have just to make it through each day. Arguments occur spontaneously. One minute we’ll be carrying on a detailed conversation and the next we’ll be at each other’s throats threatening to leave. Leaving is the last thing I want to happen, leaving is giving up, giving in. the way I see it, I never want it to end, but on the other hand, I give up.
Wednesday, May 7, 1997
My Feelings for You
My Feelings for You
My feelings for you grow stronger
As each day goes by.
If I professed my love for you
Things would never be the same.
I see that twinkle in your eye
It fills my life with joy.
Your laugh so cute
It sends a smile across my face.
Those words that you whisper
Sends a tingle up my spine.
I hope to hear those three special words
I Love You.
My feelings for you grow stronger
As each day goes by.
If I professed my love for you
Things would never be the same.
I see that twinkle in your eye
It fills my life with joy.
Your laugh so cute
It sends a smile across my face.
Those words that you whisper
Sends a tingle up my spine.
I hope to hear those three special words
I Love You.
Tuesday, April 29, 1997
Sometimes I Find
Sometimes I Find
Sometimes I find myself alone
Thinking of all the times I've had
Some the best, some the worst
Although everything seems to
Work its way out
I am always scared,
Scared
If what the future has for me
Alone with only
my thoughts to keep me safe.
Sometimes I find myself alone
Thinking of all the times I've had
Some the best, some the worst
Although everything seems to
Work its way out
I am always scared,
Scared
If what the future has for me
Alone with only
my thoughts to keep me safe.
My Friends
My Friends
My friends are my everything
They are my light of day
The darkness of the night
The tear in my eye
And the smile across my face
My friends are my everything
They are my light of day
The darkness of the night
The tear in my eye
And the smile across my face
Sunday, April 27, 1997
Tonight Is Your Night
Tonight Is Your Night
Tonight everything will be perfect. The room lit with several candles, soft music is flowing through the air. The atmosphere is warm and gentle. This night will be dedicated to you and you only.
There are only two people in the room, you and one other person. You will talk endlessly about your deepest, darkest, thoughts, ideas, feelings and emotions. The questions you will be asked do not have to be answered, it is all up to what you want to be shared. Tonight is a night for absolute bonding; you will get to know the other person like you've never known another before. Any questions that you ask will be answered regardless of privacy.
The reasoning behind this night is for you to let loose. To get close to another person, start a relationship like no other. Tonight you may feel emotions ranging from happiness to sorrow, you will laugh and you may cry. Don't be embarrassed, don't be shy, don't be afraid to be yourself, just let go. Nobody's going to laugh at you, maybe with you. Tonight is a night for comfort, anything that you've held in private or secrecy that you said you'd never share with another soul may be let out, if you’re comfortable.
This night is a night for trust and friendship building. If you need someone you can confide in and someone who will listen to you and perhaps advise you... Tonight Is Your Night.
Tonight everything will be perfect. The room lit with several candles, soft music is flowing through the air. The atmosphere is warm and gentle. This night will be dedicated to you and you only.
There are only two people in the room, you and one other person. You will talk endlessly about your deepest, darkest, thoughts, ideas, feelings and emotions. The questions you will be asked do not have to be answered, it is all up to what you want to be shared. Tonight is a night for absolute bonding; you will get to know the other person like you've never known another before. Any questions that you ask will be answered regardless of privacy.
The reasoning behind this night is for you to let loose. To get close to another person, start a relationship like no other. Tonight you may feel emotions ranging from happiness to sorrow, you will laugh and you may cry. Don't be embarrassed, don't be shy, don't be afraid to be yourself, just let go. Nobody's going to laugh at you, maybe with you. Tonight is a night for comfort, anything that you've held in private or secrecy that you said you'd never share with another soul may be let out, if you’re comfortable.
This night is a night for trust and friendship building. If you need someone you can confide in and someone who will listen to you and perhaps advise you... Tonight Is Your Night.
Monday, April 7, 1997
What I Learned in Life
What I Learned in Life
Everything in life has a meaning. Cherish all. Memories last forever. Get over it. If it’s bound to happen, it will. Good things come to you when you least expect it. Work hard and you will get what you want. Live life to the fullest. Don’t settle for less than the best. Be spontaneous. Be the person you want to be, not who everyone else thinks you should be, be yourself. When a good thing comes, let it flow, don’t push it away. Let things come to you, don’t run to them, don’t chase. People do things because they care, or they wouldn’t have done them. I come first, do what I want to do. Don’t try too hard. If it doesn’t work, fix it.
What I’ve learned from John Alton
Listen, talk, talk things out instead of arguing. Try everything once, if you don’t like it you don’t have to do it again. Stop, don’t push. Satisfy yourself first. Don’t be spoiled. Speak what you feel. Don’t trust until it’ earned. Don’t try too hard, if someone doesn’t want to do something, they’re not going to. Work hard, spend as you wish, you earned it. Don’t take everything to heart.
What I’ve learned from James Poma
Don’t start out a relationship with intimacy. Don’t jump into things too quick. Don’t smother people. Keep a distance if you want a good relationship. Don’t say things you don’t mean. Show how you love people in multiple ways. Don’t turn everything into a big deal. Cherish every moment. Talk things out. Don’t trust before you’re ready. Find a common ground. Do things you both enjoy. Don’t push people away, persistence. If it’s not right in your mind, don’t do it.
Please yourself first. Think before you speak. Get to know people inside and out.
Everything in life has a meaning. Cherish all. Memories last forever. Get over it. If it’s bound to happen, it will. Good things come to you when you least expect it. Work hard and you will get what you want. Live life to the fullest. Don’t settle for less than the best. Be spontaneous. Be the person you want to be, not who everyone else thinks you should be, be yourself. When a good thing comes, let it flow, don’t push it away. Let things come to you, don’t run to them, don’t chase. People do things because they care, or they wouldn’t have done them. I come first, do what I want to do. Don’t try too hard. If it doesn’t work, fix it.
What I’ve learned from John Alton
Listen, talk, talk things out instead of arguing. Try everything once, if you don’t like it you don’t have to do it again. Stop, don’t push. Satisfy yourself first. Don’t be spoiled. Speak what you feel. Don’t trust until it’ earned. Don’t try too hard, if someone doesn’t want to do something, they’re not going to. Work hard, spend as you wish, you earned it. Don’t take everything to heart.
What I’ve learned from James Poma
Don’t start out a relationship with intimacy. Don’t jump into things too quick. Don’t smother people. Keep a distance if you want a good relationship. Don’t say things you don’t mean. Show how you love people in multiple ways. Don’t turn everything into a big deal. Cherish every moment. Talk things out. Don’t trust before you’re ready. Find a common ground. Do things you both enjoy. Don’t push people away, persistence. If it’s not right in your mind, don’t do it.
Please yourself first. Think before you speak. Get to know people inside and out.
Monday, March 10, 1997
Dialogue
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are? I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight."
"Isn't it a beautiful night?" asked Suzie. "Yeah, those stars are pretty cool, aren't they? By the way, what did ya wish for?" replied James. "If I told you, it wouldn't come true." Oh c 'mon, you can tell me." "Sorry, can't do, maybe after it happens I might." "Fine," replied James.
The night was warm; the stars are shining bright, mosquitoes biting, the fire roaring. The two of them lied across they're sleeping bags and stared aimlessly into the clear dark sky, without a care in the world. The two of them talked into the night, about anything and everything that drifted through their imaginative, wondering minds, family, friends, school, relationships, and their outlook into the future that was staring them in the face. All of a sudden everything seemed to get very quiet all that could be heard was the fire crackling, and the plenty sounds of nature. The strain of silence made Suzie anticipated, anticipated about the next possible questions that will leave James mouth. But nothing, not a word was spoken for a few more moments. Suzie carefully glanced over towards James to make sure that he was still awake. His eyes were wide open, his hand behind his head, and the look of confusion streaming across his face. She turned her head back towards the sky and thought to herself for a moment.
"James?" "Yeah," sighed James. "What are you thinking about?" The silence once again lit the air. This time only for a few, long seconds. "Well, I was kinda wondering." Yeah," replied Suzie. "I was curious if you'd mind." "Yeah go ahead," Suzie replied during the break in his sentence. "If you would mind if I kissed you?"
"Isn't it a beautiful night?" asked Suzie. "Yeah, those stars are pretty cool, aren't they? By the way, what did ya wish for?" replied James. "If I told you, it wouldn't come true." Oh c 'mon, you can tell me." "Sorry, can't do, maybe after it happens I might." "Fine," replied James.
The night was warm; the stars are shining bright, mosquitoes biting, the fire roaring. The two of them lied across they're sleeping bags and stared aimlessly into the clear dark sky, without a care in the world. The two of them talked into the night, about anything and everything that drifted through their imaginative, wondering minds, family, friends, school, relationships, and their outlook into the future that was staring them in the face. All of a sudden everything seemed to get very quiet all that could be heard was the fire crackling, and the plenty sounds of nature. The strain of silence made Suzie anticipated, anticipated about the next possible questions that will leave James mouth. But nothing, not a word was spoken for a few more moments. Suzie carefully glanced over towards James to make sure that he was still awake. His eyes were wide open, his hand behind his head, and the look of confusion streaming across his face. She turned her head back towards the sky and thought to herself for a moment.
"James?" "Yeah," sighed James. "What are you thinking about?" The silence once again lit the air. This time only for a few, long seconds. "Well, I was kinda wondering." Yeah," replied Suzie. "I was curious if you'd mind." "Yeah go ahead," Suzie replied during the break in his sentence. "If you would mind if I kissed you?"
Saturday, March 1, 1997
You're...
You're...
My friend
My companion
Through good times
and bad
My friend
My buddy
Through happy
and sad
Beside me you stand
Beside me you walk
You're there to listen
You're there to talk
With happiness
With smiles
With pain
and tears
I know you'll be there
throughout the years!
My friend
My companion
Through good times
and bad
My friend
My buddy
Through happy
and sad
Beside me you stand
Beside me you walk
You're there to listen
You're there to talk
With happiness
With smiles
With pain
and tears
I know you'll be there
throughout the years!
Wednesday, February 26, 1997
The Long Drive Home
The Long Drive Home
The day was Sunday, March 17, 1996. It was St. Patrick’s Day, my aunt’s birthday, and a day I will never forget.
Elle, my friend and I had just gotten out of work and were making plans with our friends to go out together and do something. We all met up at a friends house, when we decided that we needed to pick up Kevin too, seems how Elle was just 'in love' with him, and couldn't go a day without seeing him. He lived clear out in the middle of no where, a quiet little area outside of town.
There were two cars full, actually, two in my car and four in my other friends car. The whole way there we were playing car tag, slowing down, then speeding up, passing each other and such, just for the hell of it. We finally made it to the back dirt roads, 'now we can really have some fun,' I thought to myself.
We were racing down the road, when she cut me off. That really pissed me off, so I raced up along side of her, and sharply cut her off, little did I know at the time we were going around a bend in the road. After I passed her I hit the soft shoulder, which, needless to say, threw my car out of control. It threw us across to the other side of the road. At that time I managed to slam into a mailbox. The impact of hitting the mailbox threw the car up into the air, flying over the neighbor’s driveway and the majority of their yard, landing in the middle of it. At that point we did two turnarounds and went strait for some trees. I knew for sure that was the last gasp of breath I would ever take, when all of a sudden the car made another turnaround, in the middle of the trees of all places. I had the tightest grasp on the steering wheel; Elle took my seat belt off, ripped my hands off the wheel, and turned the ignition off. She tried to open her door, it wouldn't, she leaned over to push mine open, and neither would budge. At that point I leaned across her, pushed the button in the glove box, and we made our way out the hatch of the wagon.
I went strait for the front of the car; I sat down in front of it, and just starred at it for about 30 seconds. I got up and started to walk around it, all I could seem to say was, 'my mom's gonna kill me, my mom's gonna kill me.' The man and woman that lived in this house came outside. She took a look and her mouth just dropped open. I glanced around, the mailbox was just about on their porch, their yard was dug up to hell, and my car was in the middle of a bunch of trees. I got down on my knees and started to cry.
The woman walked over to me, and tried to comfort me, but again all I could say was 'my mom's gonna' kill me...’ Within fifteen minutes a policeman had arrived. My body shook tremendously as I had to explain the details of the accident. Although my friend wanted me to tell the man that she was at no fault I just explained exactly what happened and let him decide if she was or not.
The policeman was very nice. My friend ended up with a careless driving ticket and me with a reckless driving ticket.
It wasn't just a ticket, it was a ticket, a messed up car, a neighbors yard to fix up, a messed up mind, and a soon to be very pissed off mother.
It was kind of weird; I just jumped right back into the car and drove right out of their yard. I felt horrible; I didn't know what to expect when I returned home. It was almost dawn so I decided to make a quick stop by the car wash, hoping that my mom wouldn't notice. Besides the damage to the car didn't look all that bad, some messed up body damage, where I had hit the mailbox, and a bunch of branches sticking out from the car.
I dropped my friend off and cruised home. I had gotten out of trouble for the night but I will hear it in the morning. The next morning I had woken up and was getting ready for school. My mother went outside to start the car to take me to school. I really didn't want to go out there. She didn't say anything the whole way to school. So I was hoping she didn't notice. I returned home from school to find the car gone and a note stuck to the refrigerator. I sat down and read it. The note said that in order to fix that neighbors’ yard the car insurance would increase three times as much as it was. Although I would have to pay it. I knew with the job I had and going to school, the only other choice I had was to surrender my license back to the state. I also had to pay for the damage to the car, which unknown to me was more than I thought. The car ended up with small body damage that equaled 250 dollars alone, a broken headlight, four new tires, and a front-end alignment needed. All of this equaled a little more than 400 dollars, which had to come out of my pocket. Everything that happens in life teaches you a lesson' is one of my philosophies. Trying to figure out what it's trying to teach you is the hard part. Except in this situation. What I learned from this life experience was that life is worth a little more than I had thought. When Elle and I were flying through the air, we remembered later, that we grabbed each other's arms and yelled 'we're gonna die' to each other. Right then death was looking us in the face and it could have been prevented. All the consequences that come with an accident aren't worth fooling around with cars. Just think about it, if I was to live and my best friend in the car with me didn't. How guilty would I feel for the rest of my life, how could I wake up everyday knowing that I had taken someone’s life away from them? So when my friends decide that they want to go play car tag, I simply let them know that cars are not toys, and if their going to do it knowing what I had to go through, then let me out. Being in an accident, being that close to death gives you a better outlook and awareness of the world. You don't take life for granted anymore and are more cautious of dangerous situations. I'm just trying to make others aware of the danger and consequences of reckless driving. Try to be careful and live life to the fullest.
The day was Sunday, March 17, 1996. It was St. Patrick’s Day, my aunt’s birthday, and a day I will never forget.
Elle, my friend and I had just gotten out of work and were making plans with our friends to go out together and do something. We all met up at a friends house, when we decided that we needed to pick up Kevin too, seems how Elle was just 'in love' with him, and couldn't go a day without seeing him. He lived clear out in the middle of no where, a quiet little area outside of town.
There were two cars full, actually, two in my car and four in my other friends car. The whole way there we were playing car tag, slowing down, then speeding up, passing each other and such, just for the hell of it. We finally made it to the back dirt roads, 'now we can really have some fun,' I thought to myself.
We were racing down the road, when she cut me off. That really pissed me off, so I raced up along side of her, and sharply cut her off, little did I know at the time we were going around a bend in the road. After I passed her I hit the soft shoulder, which, needless to say, threw my car out of control. It threw us across to the other side of the road. At that time I managed to slam into a mailbox. The impact of hitting the mailbox threw the car up into the air, flying over the neighbor’s driveway and the majority of their yard, landing in the middle of it. At that point we did two turnarounds and went strait for some trees. I knew for sure that was the last gasp of breath I would ever take, when all of a sudden the car made another turnaround, in the middle of the trees of all places. I had the tightest grasp on the steering wheel; Elle took my seat belt off, ripped my hands off the wheel, and turned the ignition off. She tried to open her door, it wouldn't, she leaned over to push mine open, and neither would budge. At that point I leaned across her, pushed the button in the glove box, and we made our way out the hatch of the wagon.
I went strait for the front of the car; I sat down in front of it, and just starred at it for about 30 seconds. I got up and started to walk around it, all I could seem to say was, 'my mom's gonna kill me, my mom's gonna kill me.' The man and woman that lived in this house came outside. She took a look and her mouth just dropped open. I glanced around, the mailbox was just about on their porch, their yard was dug up to hell, and my car was in the middle of a bunch of trees. I got down on my knees and started to cry.
The woman walked over to me, and tried to comfort me, but again all I could say was 'my mom's gonna' kill me...’ Within fifteen minutes a policeman had arrived. My body shook tremendously as I had to explain the details of the accident. Although my friend wanted me to tell the man that she was at no fault I just explained exactly what happened and let him decide if she was or not.
The policeman was very nice. My friend ended up with a careless driving ticket and me with a reckless driving ticket.
It wasn't just a ticket, it was a ticket, a messed up car, a neighbors yard to fix up, a messed up mind, and a soon to be very pissed off mother.
It was kind of weird; I just jumped right back into the car and drove right out of their yard. I felt horrible; I didn't know what to expect when I returned home. It was almost dawn so I decided to make a quick stop by the car wash, hoping that my mom wouldn't notice. Besides the damage to the car didn't look all that bad, some messed up body damage, where I had hit the mailbox, and a bunch of branches sticking out from the car.
I dropped my friend off and cruised home. I had gotten out of trouble for the night but I will hear it in the morning. The next morning I had woken up and was getting ready for school. My mother went outside to start the car to take me to school. I really didn't want to go out there. She didn't say anything the whole way to school. So I was hoping she didn't notice. I returned home from school to find the car gone and a note stuck to the refrigerator. I sat down and read it. The note said that in order to fix that neighbors’ yard the car insurance would increase three times as much as it was. Although I would have to pay it. I knew with the job I had and going to school, the only other choice I had was to surrender my license back to the state. I also had to pay for the damage to the car, which unknown to me was more than I thought. The car ended up with small body damage that equaled 250 dollars alone, a broken headlight, four new tires, and a front-end alignment needed. All of this equaled a little more than 400 dollars, which had to come out of my pocket. Everything that happens in life teaches you a lesson' is one of my philosophies. Trying to figure out what it's trying to teach you is the hard part. Except in this situation. What I learned from this life experience was that life is worth a little more than I had thought. When Elle and I were flying through the air, we remembered later, that we grabbed each other's arms and yelled 'we're gonna die' to each other. Right then death was looking us in the face and it could have been prevented. All the consequences that come with an accident aren't worth fooling around with cars. Just think about it, if I was to live and my best friend in the car with me didn't. How guilty would I feel for the rest of my life, how could I wake up everyday knowing that I had taken someone’s life away from them? So when my friends decide that they want to go play car tag, I simply let them know that cars are not toys, and if their going to do it knowing what I had to go through, then let me out. Being in an accident, being that close to death gives you a better outlook and awareness of the world. You don't take life for granted anymore and are more cautious of dangerous situations. I'm just trying to make others aware of the danger and consequences of reckless driving. Try to be careful and live life to the fullest.
Tuesday, February 25, 1997
Life (Haiku)
Life (Haiku)
Birth, life, love, sorrow,
Depression, school, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Grief, depression, birth,
Life, love, sorrow, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Birth, life, love, sorrow,
Depression, school, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Grief, depression, birth,
Life, love, sorrow, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Life is a never
Ending cycle for which we
Can never escape.
Birth, life, love, sorrow,
Depression, school, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Grief, depression, birth,
Life, love, sorrow, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Birth, life, love, sorrow,
Depression, school, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Grief, depression, birth,
Life, love, sorrow, work, marriage,
Kids, life, death, sorrow.
Life is a never
Ending cycle for which we
Can never escape.
Thursday, February 20, 1997
Dialogue: Match Made in Heaven
It is late May; everyone has 'summer fever.' "I can't wait to get out of this hell-hole," said Chad. "What are you going to do this summer?" Asked Jamie. The two of them started to daydream of all the things they could accomplish during the summer between their Junior and senior year, their minds started to drift.
There are only two more weeks of school left until the best summer of their lives approached. Exams were the furthest thing from their minds. Chad knew that he couldn't do it on his own and actually pass. Suddenly the idea popped into his head, 'ask Jamie!' 'She's smart, and good looking too, wouldn't mind using exams as an excuse to get closer to her,' he thought to himself.
The next day Chad arrived in third hour early hoping that less people would be around, so that if he gets turned down, he won't be as embarrassed. He soon made his way across the room, thinking to himself, 'she gonna turn me down, she has a boyfriend..' 'Well,' he thought, 'what's to loose? Mine as well give it a try.' He approached her desk, and squatted down in front of her. He seemed to look into her gorgeous green eyes, daydreaming, not even realizing the words that were leaving his lips. He did remember taking a hold of her warm hand and placing it between the two of his, looking into her eyes, and basically pleading that she would assist him in studying for his intense exams. His exact words were "Uh hum, *cough*, Julie, *cough*, Julie, do you think you could possibly take time from your busy schedule, to help a poor, mindless, fool, like me, study for finals?" His shy smile, the way he looked into her eyes, clenched her hand, and spoke to her, almost frightened speak, were just too irresistible to even think of saying 'no' she thought to herself. "Of course I will!" she exclaimed. With her nose in the air. "Anything to help those less fortunate than I."
The two of them proceeded to laugh together.
There are only two more weeks of school left until the best summer of their lives approached. Exams were the furthest thing from their minds. Chad knew that he couldn't do it on his own and actually pass. Suddenly the idea popped into his head, 'ask Jamie!' 'She's smart, and good looking too, wouldn't mind using exams as an excuse to get closer to her,' he thought to himself.
The next day Chad arrived in third hour early hoping that less people would be around, so that if he gets turned down, he won't be as embarrassed. He soon made his way across the room, thinking to himself, 'she gonna turn me down, she has a boyfriend..' 'Well,' he thought, 'what's to loose? Mine as well give it a try.' He approached her desk, and squatted down in front of her. He seemed to look into her gorgeous green eyes, daydreaming, not even realizing the words that were leaving his lips. He did remember taking a hold of her warm hand and placing it between the two of his, looking into her eyes, and basically pleading that she would assist him in studying for his intense exams. His exact words were "Uh hum, *cough*, Julie, *cough*, Julie, do you think you could possibly take time from your busy schedule, to help a poor, mindless, fool, like me, study for finals?" His shy smile, the way he looked into her eyes, clenched her hand, and spoke to her, almost frightened speak, were just too irresistible to even think of saying 'no' she thought to herself. "Of course I will!" she exclaimed. With her nose in the air. "Anything to help those less fortunate than I."
The two of them proceeded to laugh together.
Wednesday, February 19, 1997
Friends and Conflict
My life with my friends has been very strange to say the least. We have all been through a lot together both good and bad times. Some serious like boyfriends cheating with other friends, to petty fights; about what to do, when to do it, whom to it with, and where to do it. They all start off small and end with everybody telling everyone else what they really deep down think of them. Usually when we get into fights we try to have everyone sit down and calmly work things out. We try not to hurt one another's feelings in the process, but sometimes it's hard to get around that. My friends and I have made a lot of mistakes in the past, and probably more to come in the future, I'm sure. Most of our fights are small, nothing that should make a big deal about, but it always upsets at least someone. Our fights are caused by either we are all too much the same, or too much different, and we always seem to collide. And we're all stubborn. If we can't talk our point across, we fight it across. Then there's one who, if we don't do what he wants to do, we won't do anything. Can we say, "Spoiled?"
This all makes it very hard to communicate with these people; I can never seem to get my point across. But then again, through all the fights, we still make it out alive. We always seem to find a way around everything. Weather it be someone cracking a joke to break the tension. Or someone starting to cry, which shows everyone just how frustrated he or she really is. But I always know that I can count on my friends for at least one thing, to confide in. My friends will always be there when I need a shoulder to cry on. They have been there through boyfriends, hate, jealously, rage, sorrow, death, depression, and that little bit of love and happiness. They always have a piece of advise to throw my way, weather it be against my better judgment, or not, but it often helps.
We have been through a lot more in the last few months than I ever thought we would. I think and I am only speaking for myself, but these fights are due to everyone getting nervous because they just came to the realization. That in a few short months we will be pushed out into the real world, and have no idea how to deal with it, commonly known as frustration; along with other numerous problems in school, work, home, and personal relationships. We just want to explode and we take it out on one another, because that's whose there and somewhat understands. I feel that we have made it this far; if we stick together we can do anything.
This all makes it very hard to communicate with these people; I can never seem to get my point across. But then again, through all the fights, we still make it out alive. We always seem to find a way around everything. Weather it be someone cracking a joke to break the tension. Or someone starting to cry, which shows everyone just how frustrated he or she really is. But I always know that I can count on my friends for at least one thing, to confide in. My friends will always be there when I need a shoulder to cry on. They have been there through boyfriends, hate, jealously, rage, sorrow, death, depression, and that little bit of love and happiness. They always have a piece of advise to throw my way, weather it be against my better judgment, or not, but it often helps.
We have been through a lot more in the last few months than I ever thought we would. I think and I am only speaking for myself, but these fights are due to everyone getting nervous because they just came to the realization. That in a few short months we will be pushed out into the real world, and have no idea how to deal with it, commonly known as frustration; along with other numerous problems in school, work, home, and personal relationships. We just want to explode and we take it out on one another, because that's whose there and somewhat understands. I feel that we have made it this far; if we stick together we can do anything.
Tuesday, February 18, 1997
Character Sketch
Description: Woman, who dearly wants to fall in love with someone, have a meaningful relationship, start a family and live a long cherished life. The man she falls for isn't all he's cracked up to be. When they first met it was love at first sight for the both of them. He treated her like a goddess. Bought her flowers, candy, took her out to dinners, movies, shopping, they basically spent a lot of quality time together, got to know each other well. Although it was love at first sight, the two of them had the same idea. Not to start out too seriously, but a little unexpected the two of them shared one thing with each other, something that she had waited all her life to do, now it is with the man.
That she had always dreamed about. The physical aspect that ignited the true feelings that they both had bottled up inside their hearts. Now they were expressing them with one another, through making love. Their emotions ran wild; it was the best evening of her life. He started off with a candle light dinner followed, with a few soft, romantic, love song dances. She started to feel like she could trust him with all her heart. Although she'd had only been used to hatred of all her past relationships, being blown off, used, and even sometimes abused.
All she ever wanted was a decent man who would know how to treat a lady. This man fits all the identities of who and what she wants from a significant other. I'm not sure how their relationship will turn out, nor their names or what they look like.
That she had always dreamed about. The physical aspect that ignited the true feelings that they both had bottled up inside their hearts. Now they were expressing them with one another, through making love. Their emotions ran wild; it was the best evening of her life. He started off with a candle light dinner followed, with a few soft, romantic, love song dances. She started to feel like she could trust him with all her heart. Although she'd had only been used to hatred of all her past relationships, being blown off, used, and even sometimes abused.
All she ever wanted was a decent man who would know how to treat a lady. This man fits all the identities of who and what she wants from a significant other. I'm not sure how their relationship will turn out, nor their names or what they look like.
Tuesday, January 21, 1997
Teen Angst- Final exam
Teen Angst- Final exam (analyzing song lyrics)
I think this is just about the hardest final I've ever had to do. It is now 2:20 am and school starts in six hours and I'm still sitting here working on this! I have been doing a lot of serious analyzing on my past. I've come to the conclusion that I am WEIRD! I am not like everyone else here, example; I don't like all that hard, heavy, suicidal rock music, and I'm not a very angry, disgruntle person like some of the other people that have to do this final. Some of my answers and song lyrics will probably not be like everyone else’s. Sorry Sam, I'm different! And Sam, I am also a girl, (if you haven't figured that out by now) so what I may say may not mean anything to you. Sorry again. Well I have made a few more observations. I am a very lonely, isolated, depressed girl. I also fall into relationships too fast, and end up getting my heart broken. Sometimes I cannot seem to get over it, at least not as fast as I'd like to. So thing I have said in the past on my work are now starting to fit in.
Well, well, well I couldn't seem to find just one song that related to me, so if I may bore you for a few more minutes, I’ll analyze a couple of my favorite songs that relate to me. And what I may say may not mean the same thing to you, but then again you’re a guy.
For my first song I choose. R. Kelly- I believe I Can Fly.
This song is a self- esteem song. The first paragraph shows that love was just now found. Then he comes to the realization that if it is seen it must be true. God! Song lyrics are hard to describe on paper. After true love is found, anything is possible. "On the verge of breaking down." believe it or not, I have been there a few times myself- self-explanatory. Then spirits are lifted, when you realize you can do anything. You just have to believe in yourself.
For my next song I choose. Tony Rich Project- Nobody Knows
This song relates to me in every word. The title tips it off, Nobody Knows. I usually keep to myself, and keep most of my feelings and emotions bottled up. The second paragraph, "why didn't I say." I could almost kick myself for that. There are so many things I have wanted to say to my ex's, but haven't. "I can say." Yeah, you kind of freeze when you try to say it to them. The third paragraph "nights are so. Days." All I have to say is. EXACTLY! In the forth paragraph, "I carry a smile." Yeah, because I'm trying to hide to way I feel from everyone, but I know the truth.
The fifth paragraph, " A million years." When you’re in a close relationship, you think your love will last forever, so you will always care about them. Then in the final paragraph, "I'm going to unload... this is where I'm stuck. I want to tell my ex how I feel about hi, and "hope he comes." Well I guess I'm done with Teen Angst for now.
I think this is just about the hardest final I've ever had to do. It is now 2:20 am and school starts in six hours and I'm still sitting here working on this! I have been doing a lot of serious analyzing on my past. I've come to the conclusion that I am WEIRD! I am not like everyone else here, example; I don't like all that hard, heavy, suicidal rock music, and I'm not a very angry, disgruntle person like some of the other people that have to do this final. Some of my answers and song lyrics will probably not be like everyone else’s. Sorry Sam, I'm different! And Sam, I am also a girl, (if you haven't figured that out by now) so what I may say may not mean anything to you. Sorry again. Well I have made a few more observations. I am a very lonely, isolated, depressed girl. I also fall into relationships too fast, and end up getting my heart broken. Sometimes I cannot seem to get over it, at least not as fast as I'd like to. So thing I have said in the past on my work are now starting to fit in.
Well, well, well I couldn't seem to find just one song that related to me, so if I may bore you for a few more minutes, I’ll analyze a couple of my favorite songs that relate to me. And what I may say may not mean the same thing to you, but then again you’re a guy.
For my first song I choose. R. Kelly- I believe I Can Fly.
This song is a self- esteem song. The first paragraph shows that love was just now found. Then he comes to the realization that if it is seen it must be true. God! Song lyrics are hard to describe on paper. After true love is found, anything is possible. "On the verge of breaking down." believe it or not, I have been there a few times myself- self-explanatory. Then spirits are lifted, when you realize you can do anything. You just have to believe in yourself.
For my next song I choose. Tony Rich Project- Nobody Knows
This song relates to me in every word. The title tips it off, Nobody Knows. I usually keep to myself, and keep most of my feelings and emotions bottled up. The second paragraph, "why didn't I say." I could almost kick myself for that. There are so many things I have wanted to say to my ex's, but haven't. "I can say." Yeah, you kind of freeze when you try to say it to them. The third paragraph "nights are so. Days." All I have to say is. EXACTLY! In the forth paragraph, "I carry a smile." Yeah, because I'm trying to hide to way I feel from everyone, but I know the truth.
The fifth paragraph, " A million years." When you’re in a close relationship, you think your love will last forever, so you will always care about them. Then in the final paragraph, "I'm going to unload... this is where I'm stuck. I want to tell my ex how I feel about hi, and "hope he comes." Well I guess I'm done with Teen Angst for now.
Dark Love- Final Exam (analyzing song lyrics)
Not again Sam!! Hope you like music. Ok, I'll start with one of my favorites, but remember it's not totally "dark" love, it's just a little bit on the depressing side.
Bryan White- I'm not supposed to love you Anymore. Paragraph one, "we agreed.." This is kind of true, it wasn't working out. And yes, his "pictures still in..." well not really (it's in a photo album,) anyway. I feel that "I'm not supposed.." Paragraph two, yeah, most people can get over it and enjoy their freedom, but not me. I don't like being attached, but on the other hand, I like having someone there to be able to call when you need a friend, or when you want someone to cuddle or talk to, and most friends will never be there to cuddle with you. Paragraph three, yes I "shouldn't..." but I do! And yes, "I hurt inside.." And I'm also fighting back.." cause the feelings and emotions that "I've never fought before." This is all new to me. The forth paragraph, "Now I'm writing.." is where I stand. I think it's about time to get out my true feelings about how I feel about this person. True at first I couldn't sleep.." Also known as frustration that effects everything else in life. Call me crazy, but I'm thinking about just making an extra copy of this final and sending it to him. It would be a little easier. Thanks for the help Sam. If it doesn't work, I'm blaming you. And Sam, for final words... I know you don't want advise from a 17 year old brat, but.. (if you don't, don't read the next paragraph.)
Don't fall in love too fast, let it come to you. And don't push it too fast, just go with the flow. Don't be overbearing and smothering. And a piece of advise for all men, talk!! Tell your mate exactly how you feel, otherwise you'll probably mislead her. Pass it on to your fellow buddies.
Bryan White- I'm not supposed to love you Anymore. Paragraph one, "we agreed.." This is kind of true, it wasn't working out. And yes, his "pictures still in..." well not really (it's in a photo album,) anyway. I feel that "I'm not supposed.." Paragraph two, yeah, most people can get over it and enjoy their freedom, but not me. I don't like being attached, but on the other hand, I like having someone there to be able to call when you need a friend, or when you want someone to cuddle or talk to, and most friends will never be there to cuddle with you. Paragraph three, yes I "shouldn't..." but I do! And yes, "I hurt inside.." And I'm also fighting back.." cause the feelings and emotions that "I've never fought before." This is all new to me. The forth paragraph, "Now I'm writing.." is where I stand. I think it's about time to get out my true feelings about how I feel about this person. True at first I couldn't sleep.." Also known as frustration that effects everything else in life. Call me crazy, but I'm thinking about just making an extra copy of this final and sending it to him. It would be a little easier. Thanks for the help Sam. If it doesn't work, I'm blaming you. And Sam, for final words... I know you don't want advise from a 17 year old brat, but.. (if you don't, don't read the next paragraph.)
Don't fall in love too fast, let it come to you. And don't push it too fast, just go with the flow. Don't be overbearing and smothering. And a piece of advise for all men, talk!! Tell your mate exactly how you feel, otherwise you'll probably mislead her. Pass it on to your fellow buddies.
Thursday, December 5, 1996
The Diary of a Mercenary
The Diary of a Mercenary
11/13/95
Today I woke up around 9:30 am, took a long relaxing hot shower, and prepared for my wonderful day ahead. I began to get dressed when I looked at my image in the mirror, and decided that this would be the day for a radical change. This time, not just a hair cut or shave the mustache, or decide to grow a beard. This time I was going to go all out and change my whole person, today I was going to become a woman. I carefully detailed myself, pondering the many beautiful ideas of what all I could do to myself. I quickly threw on a old sweat suit and took off to by the many needing articles of clothing, makeup, and hair that was desired. I returned to my dark apartment after two hours of shopping. I started by shaving my chest, then my legs, wow I never knew how much hair I actually had. My hair was rather long already, but I needed more. So I decided to shave that also. I shaved my face, and began to cover my bad complexion of a face with the mask of a woman. I threw on the dress that I had purchased on my trip, and tossed on my dark auburn wig. And away I went. I started at the park a few blocks away, I sat myself on the park bench and just looked at people as they walked by, and was intrigued by the face reactions that I received. Although I think in my mind that they knew me as being pretty I also looked innocent. How could someone like me hurt even I fly, but deep down inside I had uncontrollable anger towards everyone around me, no one cared for me, everyone I had ever known had deserted me for one reason or another. I am alone, with no where to go, and my only goal in life is to get back at everyone, even if they weren't the one who hurt me, they have hurt someone, sometime, in their life. So as I was watching all the people pass me by, ideas were racing through my head, all the ways I could torture this person, and all the ways I could mutilate that one. "Oh here comes my dream," I thought to myself "the one I always been awaiting since I could first remember."
11/15/95
For the last couple of days I have been playing my role as a woman, and I have enjoyed every minute of it. All these victims just flocking around, this is it today is my day.., I'm gonna do it....
11/19/95
Tonight I made my first step in my goal, I made my first kill today, and it was grand. This time I stood upon the street corner, attracting men from miles around, this time, not only playing the role of a woman, but also as a prostitute. The man I chose was the dirtiest looking, scumbag I feast my eyes upon. I lured him into a hotel a few blocks away, took him to the room, ripped off my wig, and begun to attack him in the most violent manner I could possible think of. First I taped his mouth shut, then I tied him up to the bedpost I started to rape him, with every thrust of my body, I took a swing at his head with my clenched fist. Beating it back and forth, thus aroused more anger. I took out my small pocketknife and began to rip his chest apart, as a grand finale after a hole was gouged open in his chest I took my hand and ripped out his still beating heart. And left his poor worthless body there to rot. I soon cleaned myself up, and took off for home, that is, with my first kill memento, his heart.
11/13/95
Today I woke up around 9:30 am, took a long relaxing hot shower, and prepared for my wonderful day ahead. I began to get dressed when I looked at my image in the mirror, and decided that this would be the day for a radical change. This time, not just a hair cut or shave the mustache, or decide to grow a beard. This time I was going to go all out and change my whole person, today I was going to become a woman. I carefully detailed myself, pondering the many beautiful ideas of what all I could do to myself. I quickly threw on a old sweat suit and took off to by the many needing articles of clothing, makeup, and hair that was desired. I returned to my dark apartment after two hours of shopping. I started by shaving my chest, then my legs, wow I never knew how much hair I actually had. My hair was rather long already, but I needed more. So I decided to shave that also. I shaved my face, and began to cover my bad complexion of a face with the mask of a woman. I threw on the dress that I had purchased on my trip, and tossed on my dark auburn wig. And away I went. I started at the park a few blocks away, I sat myself on the park bench and just looked at people as they walked by, and was intrigued by the face reactions that I received. Although I think in my mind that they knew me as being pretty I also looked innocent. How could someone like me hurt even I fly, but deep down inside I had uncontrollable anger towards everyone around me, no one cared for me, everyone I had ever known had deserted me for one reason or another. I am alone, with no where to go, and my only goal in life is to get back at everyone, even if they weren't the one who hurt me, they have hurt someone, sometime, in their life. So as I was watching all the people pass me by, ideas were racing through my head, all the ways I could torture this person, and all the ways I could mutilate that one. "Oh here comes my dream," I thought to myself "the one I always been awaiting since I could first remember."
11/15/95
For the last couple of days I have been playing my role as a woman, and I have enjoyed every minute of it. All these victims just flocking around, this is it today is my day.., I'm gonna do it....
11/19/95
Tonight I made my first step in my goal, I made my first kill today, and it was grand. This time I stood upon the street corner, attracting men from miles around, this time, not only playing the role of a woman, but also as a prostitute. The man I chose was the dirtiest looking, scumbag I feast my eyes upon. I lured him into a hotel a few blocks away, took him to the room, ripped off my wig, and begun to attack him in the most violent manner I could possible think of. First I taped his mouth shut, then I tied him up to the bedpost I started to rape him, with every thrust of my body, I took a swing at his head with my clenched fist. Beating it back and forth, thus aroused more anger. I took out my small pocketknife and began to rip his chest apart, as a grand finale after a hole was gouged open in his chest I took my hand and ripped out his still beating heart. And left his poor worthless body there to rot. I soon cleaned myself up, and took off for home, that is, with my first kill memento, his heart.
Monday, October 28, 1996
The Woods
The Woods
It was three weeks before Becky's 23rd birthday. Becky and her sister Andrea were making their way through Bloomingdale’s Department Store. In hopes of finding the perfect outfit to wear to her mom's the Saturday after next. Her parent's had planned a big party for her birthday and invited a few other family members and close friends. So the outfit had to be just right. As she was walking around one of a many cloths' racks, she spotted a lovely dress. So she held it up to her to see what it might look like. She then turned around to her sister to show her what she thought of it. Andrea was nowhere to be seen. But the person she did see was, a man, dressed in a navy blue suit, a bright white dress shirt, shinny black loafers, and a very dark maroon tie to top it off, which also accented the dark tone of his skin. As her eyes met with his see became to feel very faint. She felt flustered, she felt if as though the world had stopped around her, including her mind, except for him. He was rapidly approaching her. Her legs began to feel like rubber, as though at any second she was going to become one with the floor. Her hands got very tense, her palms sweaty, when all of a sudden she lost her tight grasp with her dress and it went tumbling down to the ground like a pile of bricks. The loud clank of the hanger hitting the ground, arouse even more attention of the tall, dark, handsome someone coming her way. He abruptly came to her, bent down and picked up the dress as she was; they picked it up together, stood up together, and looked into each other's eyes. She was daydreaming of the perfect kiss. Then she finally snapped back into reality. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, then she laid her eyes upon the floor in humiliation. He said "Maim, is there a problem, can I help you?" She was so embarrassed, she looked up at him and giggled, "No, no problem here," and stated that she was just a little disturbed that day. He asked if there was anything he could do for her, help her with something and such. The one thing that really intrigued her was the desire in his Southern accentuation, the longer he spoke to her, the more she started to daydream into his mysterious hazel eyes. All she could do was, grin and walk away.
The next time she saw him was again at the mall, this time he was eating at the food court. She tried just to walk on past him. But as she was walking by, he stopped her. He asked her if everything had worked out with the dress. He then introduced himself as "Chuck Howard" Which in all, started a conversation between the two of them. He then proceeded to offer her a seat at his table. The two of them hit it off really well. By the end of the conversation the two of them had made plans to go out for dinner the following evening. She was very stunned by his offer, but in turn replied with a satisfied "yes." He then thanked her for their wonderful chance to reunite. He smiled, and said "I will be looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow evening." She stood up, and replied, "Although I would like to chat more, unfortunately I." He abruptly stopped her train of thought, as he stood up, took her hand and said, "Until we meet again, and gave her a delicate kiss on the top of her hand. She smiled and slowly walked away.
The next day she had arrived at work. She approached her office opened the door and the first thing she saw was a large bouquet of flowers sitting upon her desk, with a small note attached that said "I can't wait to see you, XOXO. She quickly came to the conclusion that the flowers had come from Chuck; but why and how? How did he know where she worked? This question kept her mind pondering through the day. She was relieved from work at five o'clock. She went home, took a quick shower and got ready for her date with Chuck.
No more than she had gotten out of the shower, the doorbell rang. She quickly put on a robe, and threw her hair up in a towel. She ran downstairs to answer the door. It was him, all dressed up. She was thankful that she hadn't gotten dressed yet. She probably would have thrown some ugly, dingy pair of jeans and a flannel on. Now she was forced to dress nice. She offered him to come in and wait till she was ready. He accepted. She then offered him something to drink while he was waiting. So she went to the kitchen, fixed a glass of lemonade, and sat him in the dining room. She quickly ran upstairs and finished getting ready. She put on some old dress that she bought for her sisters wedding two years ago, surprised it still fit. She dried her hair and threw it up into a French twist, put on some gold earnings that she had gotten last week at her trip to the mall. Put on a tad of make-up, and off they went. They had made their way outside, and the first thing she saw was his car, "Cherry-Bomb" red sports convertible. All she could think is "damn, this man must be loaded." But she didn't say a thing. She got into the car and took off. She had no idea where they were going, nor did she ask.
They finally arrived. She had no idea where she was, he had put a blindfold around her eyes about half way through their excursion. He got out of the car, walked over to her side, and helped her out. He stopped her and let go of her hand, went to the back of the car and grabbed something. Her again took her by the hand and led her through what she suspected to be woods; all she could hear was the crisping of the leaves, and the crackling of the twigs. He stopped, turned her towards himself, and slipped off her blindfold. She was in amazement, she looked around herself. She was set in the most romantic setting she had ever seen, even more so than the movies. She looked up to him, and smiled, she was speechless, and she had no idea what to even say. He said "here" and pointed down to the ground, where he had lied down a flannel blanket, with wine, candles, and a picnic basket. The two of them sat down and started a conversation. They had gotten to know each other well. He began to feed her, grapes, apple slices, pieces of chocolate.. They spent the whole beautiful evening there, under the stars, until it started to get too cold. He offered her his coat, the two of them walked back to the car. She thought they were going to leave, but he bypassed the car. She decided to follow him, unaware of where they were going.
They soon arrived, it was a cabin set deep in the dark woods of the forest. She was hesitant to go in, but she did. By the time she had made it in, he was already in the family room. He had started a fire. He had gotten up, came to the door, took off her coat, and led her to the family room. He went to the linen closet grabbed a few blankets, and took them back. He lied them down on the floor in front of the fire, and offered her a seat. The two of them sat around talking into all hours of the night. She felt herself falling for him, not only physically, but also emotionally. Becky was 23, but yet a virgin, she had waited her whole life to find the right person. This blissful night she thought he was it. The two of them, had begun to kiss, which led to fondling, before she knew it she was in his arms; fulfilling the passion that she had long awaited for. She felt as though she was finally being loved, finally being cared about.
Now, unaware of his intentions she committed herself to him. Just then he started to become very forceful, aggressive, and mean. She started to scream out. He began to slap her telling her to shut up. He covered her mouth, so she could no longer scream. She tried with all her might, she couldn't do anything but lie there in pain. She couldn't take it anymore, she tried to kiss him, to try and let him know that she was not afraid. When he bent down to kiss her, she bit him.
Just then he then took her head in the palm of his hands and snapped her neck. She was automatically killed. He then took her nude corpse, and put it into a trash bag. Little did she know, they had made a circle in the woods, the car was right behind the cabin. He took the body, threw it in the trunk of the car, and took off. He drove up to an old factory, and threw her body into the outside dumpster. Chuck was never heard from again.
It was three weeks before Becky's 23rd birthday. Becky and her sister Andrea were making their way through Bloomingdale’s Department Store. In hopes of finding the perfect outfit to wear to her mom's the Saturday after next. Her parent's had planned a big party for her birthday and invited a few other family members and close friends. So the outfit had to be just right. As she was walking around one of a many cloths' racks, she spotted a lovely dress. So she held it up to her to see what it might look like. She then turned around to her sister to show her what she thought of it. Andrea was nowhere to be seen. But the person she did see was, a man, dressed in a navy blue suit, a bright white dress shirt, shinny black loafers, and a very dark maroon tie to top it off, which also accented the dark tone of his skin. As her eyes met with his see became to feel very faint. She felt flustered, she felt if as though the world had stopped around her, including her mind, except for him. He was rapidly approaching her. Her legs began to feel like rubber, as though at any second she was going to become one with the floor. Her hands got very tense, her palms sweaty, when all of a sudden she lost her tight grasp with her dress and it went tumbling down to the ground like a pile of bricks. The loud clank of the hanger hitting the ground, arouse even more attention of the tall, dark, handsome someone coming her way. He abruptly came to her, bent down and picked up the dress as she was; they picked it up together, stood up together, and looked into each other's eyes. She was daydreaming of the perfect kiss. Then she finally snapped back into reality. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, then she laid her eyes upon the floor in humiliation. He said "Maim, is there a problem, can I help you?" She was so embarrassed, she looked up at him and giggled, "No, no problem here," and stated that she was just a little disturbed that day. He asked if there was anything he could do for her, help her with something and such. The one thing that really intrigued her was the desire in his Southern accentuation, the longer he spoke to her, the more she started to daydream into his mysterious hazel eyes. All she could do was, grin and walk away.
The next time she saw him was again at the mall, this time he was eating at the food court. She tried just to walk on past him. But as she was walking by, he stopped her. He asked her if everything had worked out with the dress. He then introduced himself as "Chuck Howard" Which in all, started a conversation between the two of them. He then proceeded to offer her a seat at his table. The two of them hit it off really well. By the end of the conversation the two of them had made plans to go out for dinner the following evening. She was very stunned by his offer, but in turn replied with a satisfied "yes." He then thanked her for their wonderful chance to reunite. He smiled, and said "I will be looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow evening." She stood up, and replied, "Although I would like to chat more, unfortunately I." He abruptly stopped her train of thought, as he stood up, took her hand and said, "Until we meet again, and gave her a delicate kiss on the top of her hand. She smiled and slowly walked away.
The next day she had arrived at work. She approached her office opened the door and the first thing she saw was a large bouquet of flowers sitting upon her desk, with a small note attached that said "I can't wait to see you, XOXO. She quickly came to the conclusion that the flowers had come from Chuck; but why and how? How did he know where she worked? This question kept her mind pondering through the day. She was relieved from work at five o'clock. She went home, took a quick shower and got ready for her date with Chuck.
No more than she had gotten out of the shower, the doorbell rang. She quickly put on a robe, and threw her hair up in a towel. She ran downstairs to answer the door. It was him, all dressed up. She was thankful that she hadn't gotten dressed yet. She probably would have thrown some ugly, dingy pair of jeans and a flannel on. Now she was forced to dress nice. She offered him to come in and wait till she was ready. He accepted. She then offered him something to drink while he was waiting. So she went to the kitchen, fixed a glass of lemonade, and sat him in the dining room. She quickly ran upstairs and finished getting ready. She put on some old dress that she bought for her sisters wedding two years ago, surprised it still fit. She dried her hair and threw it up into a French twist, put on some gold earnings that she had gotten last week at her trip to the mall. Put on a tad of make-up, and off they went. They had made their way outside, and the first thing she saw was his car, "Cherry-Bomb" red sports convertible. All she could think is "damn, this man must be loaded." But she didn't say a thing. She got into the car and took off. She had no idea where they were going, nor did she ask.
They finally arrived. She had no idea where she was, he had put a blindfold around her eyes about half way through their excursion. He got out of the car, walked over to her side, and helped her out. He stopped her and let go of her hand, went to the back of the car and grabbed something. Her again took her by the hand and led her through what she suspected to be woods; all she could hear was the crisping of the leaves, and the crackling of the twigs. He stopped, turned her towards himself, and slipped off her blindfold. She was in amazement, she looked around herself. She was set in the most romantic setting she had ever seen, even more so than the movies. She looked up to him, and smiled, she was speechless, and she had no idea what to even say. He said "here" and pointed down to the ground, where he had lied down a flannel blanket, with wine, candles, and a picnic basket. The two of them sat down and started a conversation. They had gotten to know each other well. He began to feed her, grapes, apple slices, pieces of chocolate.. They spent the whole beautiful evening there, under the stars, until it started to get too cold. He offered her his coat, the two of them walked back to the car. She thought they were going to leave, but he bypassed the car. She decided to follow him, unaware of where they were going.
They soon arrived, it was a cabin set deep in the dark woods of the forest. She was hesitant to go in, but she did. By the time she had made it in, he was already in the family room. He had started a fire. He had gotten up, came to the door, took off her coat, and led her to the family room. He went to the linen closet grabbed a few blankets, and took them back. He lied them down on the floor in front of the fire, and offered her a seat. The two of them sat around talking into all hours of the night. She felt herself falling for him, not only physically, but also emotionally. Becky was 23, but yet a virgin, she had waited her whole life to find the right person. This blissful night she thought he was it. The two of them, had begun to kiss, which led to fondling, before she knew it she was in his arms; fulfilling the passion that she had long awaited for. She felt as though she was finally being loved, finally being cared about.
Now, unaware of his intentions she committed herself to him. Just then he started to become very forceful, aggressive, and mean. She started to scream out. He began to slap her telling her to shut up. He covered her mouth, so she could no longer scream. She tried with all her might, she couldn't do anything but lie there in pain. She couldn't take it anymore, she tried to kiss him, to try and let him know that she was not afraid. When he bent down to kiss her, she bit him.
Just then he then took her head in the palm of his hands and snapped her neck. She was automatically killed. He then took her nude corpse, and put it into a trash bag. Little did she know, they had made a circle in the woods, the car was right behind the cabin. He took the body, threw it in the trunk of the car, and took off. He drove up to an old factory, and threw her body into the outside dumpster. Chuck was never heard from again.
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