i'll enter

me too

u r both the sme, oh well

WE ARE NOT THE SMA IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!

u created that other account(u told me)

lol ill enter a oekaki hikati^_^!!!lol!!!

okay enter soon!

hey rach

hey. u wanna enter? no one else has! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!TT_TT please. i created
this a while ago and people say they will enter and then they on't

I will try to enter^^

i want to enter! i'm gonna write the story little by little!wait! i already gots a
story i wrote sunday! here it is (and no i'm not suicidal, or 17):Dead at 17

Agony claws at my mind. I am statistic. When I first got here, I felt very much
alone. I was overwhelmed by grief and I expected to find sypathy.

I found no sympathy. Only thousands of others whose bodies were as mangled as mine. I
was given a number and placed in a category. That category was: Traffic Fatalities.

The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus! But I was
too cool for that. I remember how I wheelded the car out of mom. "Special favor," I
pleaded. "All the other kids drive!"

When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw my books into my locker. "Free until tomorrow
morning!" I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought of being my own boss.

It doesn't matter how the accident happened.

i'll stop!

never mind. i'll try to finish!
continueing on:

I was goofing off-going to fast, taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom
and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing by an old lady who seemed to be
going awfully slow. I heard a crash and felt a terrific jolt. Glass flew everywhere.
My body seemed to be turning inside out.

Suddenly I awakened. It was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. I saw
a doctor. My body was saturated in blood and mangled. Strange that I couldn't feel
anything. Hey! Don't pull that sheet over my head! I can't be dead! I'm only 17! I
have a date tonite.

i'll finish tomorrow!

COOL!!! so far u r the only who has entered anything

it can just be like any random story i'm guessing? and do the stories have a limit?
like how long it should be? once i know, i'll enter. ~^.^~

I is joineon later, but im unhddrcover cause i should be doin HW

Hey Leing, dad fell asleep, lol. So i am listenin to Gavin DeGraw and talkin to ya<
rach, ya should restart it, an, I can get the peeps from The _luv_2_write_ club to do
it, an Leigha, might be good for u to join, they give rates sumtimes.

OKIES!! adiagto!! anyways, try not to have the stories too long. (like koli's is
over 100 pages long) try to be reasonable. i am restarting@!!! it can be about
anything!

kan I? can i?
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UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SORRY. long is AWESOMness.

oh hey i want to enter
i started it today but yea i dont think u wil have time to read the hole thing
The boy waited in the inn room while the man was studying him in the dim light of the
candles. He was used to have hungry eyes running over his body, but this time he felt
uneasy. This one was different. Something strange emanated from this being, something
he didn't know. Like an aura. A dark aura. Yet the man seemed gentle.

He was tall, with black hair at shoulder length and bright green eyes. He must have
been 25 or a little more. He seemed very mature but had still something youthful,
almost childish. He was wrapped in a cloak as dark as his hair, so his pale hands and
face seemed to float alone in the air. This could have made the boy freeze from
terror but the smile on the man's face was the most tender he had ever seen.
Tenderness and sadness were what he saw when the man had first looked at him in the
dark street.

He had felt danger, too, but this was always dangerous, after all. Some were gentle
but some have been rough with him. He remembered the one who has left him half-dead
from beating him. It was in the beginning, he was 15 then, only a child and
unconscious. He had learnt from this incident. Now he was more careful. But tonight
he had no choice. He hadn't eaten for two days and was ready for a little danger for
money.

 

The man smiled at him. That smile, again. A smile that was making his heart melt. He
raised a pale hand and played with the boy's blond locks, then caressed his cheek.
The boy shivered. Cold, so cold. He took those icy fingers in his hands, pressing his
palms against them.

"You're so cold, sir. Do you want me to warm you?"

"I'm sure you'll do it perfectly well."

He withdrew his hand and studied the boy's face again: curly blond hair, slightly sad
blue eyes, small nose and pouting lips.

"Perfect...", he whispered.

"I beg your pardon, sir?"

The man turned but didn't reply. The boy was getting uneasy again.

"You know you're playing a dangerous game, young boy?"

"I know it's dangerous. And it's not a game."

He hesitated then went on.

"But I'm sure my life is safe with you."

"Flattery... How could you be so certain? How can you think I won't try to kill
you?"

The boy remained silent for a while, remembering what happened two years before. The
man smiled at him again. He took the boy's hand and kissed it. Cold, again.

"Why do you play such a dange

this seems a bit too inappropriate for a story. i is sacred of thinking about it.
anyways kit-kat, yes u can enter

Yeahness!! I know wat u said bout the chemically realtered face, but it isn't that
bad!

   I hate it... I hate it all. I hate my life, I hate my so called friends, I hate
the boy who was supposed to hold me and tell me I was beautiful no matter what.
(Which he flunked that catagory!) Ya wanna know the story, right? Of course. Everyone
just wants to know why I'm a  freak, right? UH! Fine, I'll tell you.
      Me and my best friend Janey had been on a school field trip. To a chemical lab.
I remeber exactly what Janey said...
 "Hey, Josi, wonder what would happen if I poured this on your face! I'm kidding,
Just joking... Really, I don't want to ruin our modeling career." Yeah, we were teen
models. Going to a private school for girls and boys like us and the other gifted
teens.Then Janey did the unthinkable, she picked up a test tube and held it up to the
light.
 "It looks like pee,ewwwww-AH!" Yep, Janey fell. She pulled a table out with her
foot, a whole bunch of chemicals flew into the air, all spillling onto my face. Then
I blacked out.
    I woke up in a hospital bed my mother holding my hand talking urgently to a
docter... What she said made me hate her to.
 "You can fix what happened to her.... she wants to be a model, you see.... She can't
be ugly and be a model, you know? Fix her face! You can do it! I will not live with
such...such... disturbance in my household!"
 "Ma'am... Theres nothing left to do. The skin below it is ruined too. Theres
nothing." Thats when he realized I was awake. He tried to pull the mirror away from
my hand. He couldn't, not after what my mom said...
   She was right.... The left side of my face... totally distorted. Nope, no modeling
anymore. One side was blood red, he told me that would change to a blushing pink, and
the rest was unuaslly yellow. But what was worse, was the way it had a line outlining
it. Red. My mom still sent me to the boarding school.
    I had found out I could pull my hair to hide the blemish, but part of it still
showed. I met with my boyfriend, Chad. He pulled me close, his door was shut, but not
locked. He reached forward, like he always did, to pull the strands of hair out of my
eye, which I forgot to tell you, was orange. I thought nothing of it. He saw the
glassy stare in the eye and pulled back, turned on the light and stared at me.
   "Josi... what happened to your face! Its so...so... disturbing. I mean, couldn't
the doctors fix you?!" I couldn't hear another pers

-son speak to me like I was nothing. So I stood up, crying and bolted out the door.
His mom called out to me, yelling Josi, Jo, were are you going. The only person I
wanted to see was the grim reaper. 
    I walked along, thinking nothing of why he did it. I heard a car pull up beside
me,
  "Hey... Jo-Jo, get in the car. Don't. Get in the car. My brother hes....hes... your
too good for him, ok? You can cry... go ahead. Ya want me to take you home-"
  "No. not home. My mother hates me now. Its this face. She called me a disturbance!
A DISTURBANCE RYAN! Just...Just keep driving." I lied, all I wanted to see was Ryan,
my old best friend. He was born on the same day as me, but had been in all advanced
classes. 
  We did, kept driving that is. I told him everything. He smiled and said.
 "Jose, I think your just as pretty as before. Here, did you know that that boarding
school your going to is also for photography, art, and music? Here sing this song."
He turned his radio up. I smiled, we called it our song. It was Grow Up, By Simple
Plan. We satrted shouting to the sky. Smiling and laughing. He took me to the mall,
we took those dumb little photobooth pictures. I really wished Ryan would have
thought of me more then a friend when I could have stood a relationship...He took me
home, And I wanted to kiss him sooo bad.
I'll finish later.

hey! i'm gonna finish my story 'dead at 17' now!

I see mom crying. my dad says, "oh why did this have to happen to my little girl!?"
My family members are all crying. They ask 'why' and 'how could this have happened'.
What's this? I'm laying on something hard. I'm in a coffin! don't shut that lid on
me! i'm not dead! stop putting dirt on top of this! I'm not dead! I'm only 17!

i'm done!!

Thats really good, yOU could like, totally, make a ghost story out of it as well.
I'm finishing it!
   I met my rommmate, Penelope. Shes very short and has mousy brown hair, which is
always tied into a pony tail. She's here for photography. I have been seperated from
all the modela, the Headmistress said she'd find me another profession. Ryan got in
for playing the guitar.
    The guitar leads me to my calling. One day I had run from all the world to the
music hallway. I heard people playing the guitar, and knew the one Ryan was playing
would have a much louder noise, he had named her Roxanne for a reason. I heard the
music and began to sing.
  " Paper Bags and plastic hearts... Our belongings in Shopping carts, Good bye!
We've got one more night." You kow teh rest. The singing teacher, Mrs. Kink heard me
and sat listening.
   "Hey girl, ya know a voice like that shouldn't be covered up." And so, My
profession became singing.
   A couple days later I came back from Mrs. Kink's room, humming the song I was
singing for the big show. I saw Ryan standing in the doorway saying things to
Penelope.
  "Jose.... She's coming... Chad....Jane... face.... ah god.... Jane going out with
Chad... Chad tell Jane... Jane upset.... Coming..." Ryan says out of breath, I know
he must of ran straight from his house. 
   "Yeah, Josi, Your supposed to tell em everything! Now, let me see." So she pulled
my hair out from the side, Chad beside her. Jane laughs. Then starts to say mean
things.
  "ya know what! I'm tired of this junk! K, yes my face is screwed up, so what!" Then
I go up to her grab her by the hair an push her up to Chad.
  "You two traders deserve each other." then I aim a nice good kick in a place boys
don't like to be kicked and ran off, tears streaking my face. 
   Today is the day, Mrs. Kink holds my shoulders miling.
  "Josi, you know that if they're your real friends they won't make fun of you." So
it was Mrs. Kink who urged me to what I thought would be my fall. I walked out and
the piano began to play. I took a shaking hand and pulled away the hair. Everyone
gasped. I sing, on and on... then I just can't help it, I let a few tears come down
my face. I hit the chorus,
  "I am tall, when I am on your shoulders, you built me up to more then I can be." I
finally stop singing and walk off satge, toa  dead silence. Mrs. Kink pulls me into a
hug. No one claps for me, but then i hear a noise. It's Ryan... and Penelope. They ar

They are shouting and cheering.... I think I have yet again lied.
  I Hate everything but 4 people.
There, yes it is kinda long, but ehy, whatever, anad the 4 people are Penelope, Ryan
Mrs. Kink and herself.

ill enter ^_^

sweet. i really like the 'dead at 17' one! also, the distorted face one was awesome
as well. sure gaarasgurl, u can enter!

Yes, it isn't as weird as you said it would be. Told ya! So, that guy is, he like,
writin YOAI?

idk, i hope not

Rachel, I was watchin tv, and well. I saw a tv listing for 'dead at 17' I looked it
up on the comp, cause I thought maybe, just maybe it was playderism (sp) it was. I
saw this.
DEAD AT SEVENTEEN 
Agony claws my mind.  I am a statistic.  When I first go there I felt very much 
alone.  I was over-whelmed by grief, and I expected to find sympathy. I found 
 no sympathy.  I saw only thousands of others whose bodies were as badly 
mangled as mine.  I was given a number and placed in a category. 
 The category was called "Traffic Fatalities." 

The day I died was an ordinary school day.  How I wish I had taken the bus! 
But I was too cool for the bus.  I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom. 
"Special favor," I pleaded.  "All the kids drive."  When the 2:50 p.m. bell rang, I 
threw my books in the locker...free until tomorrow morning!  I ran to the parking 
lot, excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. 

It doesn't matter how the accident happened.  I was goofing off- going too fast, 
taking crazy chances.  But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last 
thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. 
I heard a crash and felt a terrific jolt.  Glass and steel flew everywhere.  My whole

body seemed to be turning inside out.  I heard myself scream. 

Suddenly, I awakened.  It was very quiet.  A police officer was standing over me. 
I saw a doctor.  My body was mangled.  I was saturated with blood.  Pieces of 
jagged glass were sticking out all over.  Strange that I couldn't feel anything. 
Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head.  I can't be dead. I'm ony l7.  I've got a 
date tonight.  I'm supposed to have a wonderful life ahead of me.  I haven't lived 
yet.  I can't be dead. 

Later I was placed in a drawer.  My folks came to identify me. Why did they have 
to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced 
the most terrible ordeal of her life?  Dad suddenly looked very old. 
 He told the man in charge, "Yes, he's our son." 

The funeral was weird.  I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. 
They looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen.  Some of my buddies 
were crying.  A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked by. 

Please somebody - wake me up!  Get me out of here.  I can't bear to see Mom 
and Dad in such pain.  My grandparents are so weak from grief they can barel

My brother and sister are like zombies.  They move like robots. 
 In a daze.  Everybody.  No one can believe this, I can't believe it, either. 

Please, don't bury me!  I'm not dead!  I have a lot of living to do!  I want to laugh

and run again.  I want to sing and dance.  Please don't put me in the ground!  I 
promise if you give me just one more chance, God, I'll be the most careful driver 
in the whole world.  All I want is one more chance.  Please God, I'm only 17. 
(John Berrio, Author)
(Copied from the Internet)


Please note: This is an assay written by John Berrio meant as an  
exhortation to the youth to exercise caution while behind the wheel.  
According to Snopes. com, John was a veteran of World War II. 
  He died in 1997 at the age of  77.  He was the father of 5 children 
 and knew about teenagers.  This was written in 1967 after  a friend of 
his son died in a car accident.  Later it was submitted to "Dear Abby", 
"Ann Landers", "Chicken Soup For the Teenage Soul" for publication 
 and has appeared on several websites and by emails on the Internet.

Rachel: I'll start mine l8tr.
I just saw a commercial and it sAid "before taking viagra, make sure your heart is
healthy enough for sex"
oMG
ROFLMAO!!!

thats creepy. oh well

oh  well? oh well? OH WELL?!!!
4 year olds could be watching that stuff!!

Umm....sorry...

^.^;
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Tha is creepilious!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

ooookkkkkkkkaaaaayyyyyy? u tweo r wierd

Thas why we complete your only 1/3 complete weird circle! *does shaky eye thingy(

watev. no there is a fourth. i am 1/4, u r 1/4, katy is 1/4, and taylor is 1/4