CONVERSATION ON PHONE BETWEEN B/F AND G/F OF 5 MONTHS:
boy- hey, hun girl- hey boy- i missed you at school today, why weren't you there? girl- yeah, i had to go to the doctor. boy- oh realy? y? girl- oh nothing, annual shots, thats all. boy- oh girl- so what did we do in math today? boy- you didnt miss any thing that great.......just lots of notes girl- ok good boy- yeah girl- hey i have a question...... boy- ok, ask away girl-........how much do you love me? boy- you kno i love you more than anything
girl- yeah..... boy- why did you ask? girl-................>silencesounding worried< boy - is there something wrong?? girl- no, everythings fine...... boy- are you sure? girl- yeah. boy- ok.......i hope so. girl- ..............would you die for me? boy- i would take a bullet for you anyday, hun girl- really? boy- anyday. now seriously, is there something wrong??? girl- no im fine, yourr fine, we're fine, everyones fine.
boy- ............ok girl-......................well i have to go i'll see you 2morrow at school. boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU. girl- yeah, i love you too, bye.
THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:
boy- hey, have you seen my g/f 2day? friend- no boy- oh. friend- she wasnt here yesterday either. boy- i know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last nite. friend- well dude u kno how gurls are sumtimes boy- yeah........but not her. friend- idk wht else to say, man. boy- k well i gotta get 2 english, ill c ya after school. friend- yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.
THAT NIGHT: -ring- -ring- -ring-
-ring- girl- hello? boy- hey girl- oh, hi. boy- why weren't you at school 2day? >> > girl- uh.......i had another doctor appointment. boy- are u sick? girl- ..................um i have to go, my mom's callin on my other line. boy- ill wait. girl- it may take a while, ill call u later. boy-........alright, i love u hun. very long pause< girl- (with tear in her eye) look, i think we should break up. boy- what??? girl- it's the best thing for us right now. boy- why???? girl- i love you. >click< THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.
boy- hey dude friend- hey boy- whats up friend- nothin, hey have you talked to your ex lately? boy- no friend- so you didnt hear?
boy- hear what? friend- um i dont know if i should be the one to tell you...... boy- dude, wtf tell me friend- uh....call this number....433-555-3468 boy- ok............
BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL
-ring- -ring- -ring- voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse beckam. boy- uh.......i must have the wrong number, im looking for my friend.
voice- what is her name, sir? (boy gives info) voice- yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here. boy- rele? y? wht happened??? how is she??? voice- her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3. boy- WHT HAPPENED??!!!! voice- please come by sir and you can see her, goodbye. boy- WAIT! NO!
*dial tone*
BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED. boy- omg are u ok?? girl- .................. boy- sweetie!! talk to me!! girl- i.......... boy- u what?? YOU WHAT??? girl- i have cancer and im on life support
boy- .....................>breaks into tears......................
girl- they're taking me off tonight boy- you?? girl- i wanted to tell u but i couldnt boy- why didnt you tell me???? girl- i didnt want to hurt you. boy- you could never hurt me girl- i just wanted to see if u felt about me as the same i felt about you. boy- ? girl- i love u more than anything, i would give u the world in a heartbeat. i would die for you and take a bullet for you.
boy- ........... girl- dont be sad, i love you and i'll always be here w/u boy- then why'd you break up with me? nurse- young man, visiting hours are over.
BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES. but what the boy didn't know is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up with him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died. NEXT DAY the boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the other... THE NOTE SAID: i told her i would take a bullet for her.... just like she said she would die for me...
25 things to do in an elevator:-
1. when there is only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you 2. push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. smile and go back for more 3. ask if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones 4. call the psychic hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on 5. hold the doors open and say that you are waiting for a friend. after a while let the doors close and say "hi greg! how has your day been then?" 6. drop a pen and wait untill someone goes to pick it up, then scream "that's mine!" 7. bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator 8. move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone comes in the lift ask them if they have an appointment 9. lay down the twister mat and ask people if they want to play 10. leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking 11. pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers 12. ask "did you feel that?" 13. stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionaly 14. whan the doors close anounce to the others "it's ok, don't panic, they open up again!" 15. swat at flies that don't exist 16. tell people that you can see their aura 17. call out "group hug!" and enforce it 18. grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering "shut up, all of you, just shut up!" 19. crack open your briefcase or purse and while peering inside ask "got enough air in there?" 20. stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off 21. stare at another passenger for a while and then anounce in horror "your one of them!" and slowly back away 22. wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to other passengers 23. listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope 24. make explosion noises when anyone presses a button 25. stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then anounce "i have new socks on!"
I am extremly against Child Abuse; having been a victim of bullying and absue myself (though not from a family member)! Here are some poems that really mean a lot to me!
My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall
I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
Daddy and I have secrets, and I don't know why, and when I want to tell mommy, he say's I'll make her cry...........
I try to be real quiet, not even breathing like i'm there, but then I hear daddy, and I say a little prayer..............
I turn my face into my pillow not wanting to look at my dad, but I'm afraid if I don't, he'll get really mad.............
What he does hurts, and he hits me when I whimper and cry, I had to go to school yesterday with a broken nose, and black eye............
I always wonder about mommy, and why she never says a thing, except for when I'm bad, she yells and hits me until my ears ring................
I always clean my room, and even feed the dog, I take care of my little brothers, and talk alot to God.............
God never answers me, but I know he must be real, I ask him every night to help me, but pain is all I feel...........
I finally told mommy, and daddy beat me black and blue, I cried out for my mommy, but she was crying too.............
My little brother has a bruise on his cheek, but I didn't do it mommy, I swear, I see my daddy smack him again, and it knocks him out of his chair..............
While eating, my little sister made a mess, but she's not even one, my daddy hit her so hard, that her head fell back and swung............
My mommy told my gramma that daddy hits her and me, he did it for the first time when she was going to have me...........
I had a little brother who was older than me, but he's in heaven with God where I wish I could be...............
I always wish on stars, and search for a four leaf clover, I heard gramma say they are lucky, so maybe when I find one, all of this will be over..............
I got screamed at again, and slapped hard too, my mommy took the belt and hit me with the buckle and daddy's Navy shoe...........
I was taken to the doctor today, but they just put a cast on me, no one ever wonders why this has to be.............
Are all mommies and daddies like this I wonder, I think I'll ask my friend, but not until daddy's done, he put my clothes on top of the fridge.............
I know I shouldn't wish to go to heaven, my sister and brothers need me too much, as long as I'm here, I'm the only one daddy will touch............
Dear Lord, how could you send us here, don't you hear us cry? Here comes daddy down the hall, but God still hasn't told me why..................
I've decided to enter the Race for Life this year. I was going to enter it last year but I never got round to it; however I am doing it this year in memory of Sue! My auntie Sue (not my real auntie) was diagonsed with Stage 3 breast cancer about 9 months ago. Since then it has spread to her lungs, liver, bones and brain. The first thing i said when i found out about her was to ask how long she had left. Eveyrone said that she was going to be alright. But I knew differently. Now that my suspisions have been confirmed and it has been reveiled that she only has a matter of days to live it's like I can't accept it! And I feel so angry! Sue has always been there for me and she's never smoked or done drugs or gotten on the wrong side of the law! Why is she being punished? So I'm doing the race for life and I'm hoping to raise lots of money and when I cross that finish line I will be thinking of Sue! XXX
Remember all those times you sat and cried? Remember all those times you hid the bruises from your mum? Remember all those times I cornered you; And told you not to tell?
Remember all those times when you were nothing? Remember all those times everybody hated you? Remember all those times rumors were spread about you; And everyone laughed?
Remember all those times when I told on you; For bullying me? When I was bullying you? Remember the time when the tables turned?
Remember the time you sat up in your room; And wrote a letter to me? Remember that time when the pills were in your hand; And I was just a distant memory?
I saw you the other day; All alone again. Crying in the corner; Begging me to stop.
People all around you; Laughing; Pointing Whispering.
Remember the other day; When you saw me? Surrounded by my crew? The shadow in the background?
You just stood there. Why didn't you laugh? Why didn't you tell me it served me right? Why didn't you join in?
You just stood there and watched. When they were all laughing at me When they were all hitting me When they were all spreading rumors about me.
Why did you just stand there? Don't you remember what I did to you? Don't you remember those four years when I bullied you? Don't you remember me destroying you?
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