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Question #1:

PARENTS - how often do you buy toys for your little girl(s) ?

by little girls i mean aged 6- 12
also, what type of toys do they play/ collect? example - dolls, pretend makeup, coloring books, etc.
be specific please - example- dolls, mainly disney princess dolls. That would be specific.
thanks, moms and dads.

Question #2:

Can somebody check this? 10 points?

I need to use the stream of consciousness to describe the picture given to me. I just want to know if I used the technique right. The picture was a table with a journal/diary, candle, tea cup, lipstick, necklace and flower that was attached to the candle. Her is my passage on it. Let me know If I did anything wrong. Thanks!

The picture I chose to write about was picture 1. The picture is fascinating and complex and so is the person associated with the photograph. I see a teenage girl’s makeup table. I see the items she needs to get ready for a special evening. The girl is putting on makeup and jewelry. The candle is for relaxation and quiet. Maybe being lit for a bubble bath. The pink book is a journal or diary that the girl uses to write about the evening she is going to have. She might write about a special person like a boyfriend, or close friend. The necklace is special. It was given to her by a special person and she chooses it to wear on her special evening. The girl is a teenager. She is around sixteen or seventeen years old. She is getting ready for a very special night, like perhaps prom. She is very girly because of the lace cover on the table and the pink items she lays on it. She also has many girly items such as a diary, candles, and accessories. She is going to write about a special night and special person she is going out with that night. But it is not an ordinary person. It is a special person that she feels close to and is excited to see. The teacup represents a peaceful moment she is having while getting her self ready for this person and this special evening. She is a quiet girl and she has no secrets.

Question #3:

Did I do this right?10 points?

Question #4:

Can you read this tidbit of my novel?

Okay, so I'm writing a novel, finally, probably really abrupt, but I'd like some feedback. I'm a young writer, so we'll see how it goes. It's basically going to be about this Claire girl and Becky trying to get revenge, and they both improve each others lives and are like sisters; go to each others events, help with homework, etc. Enjoy!

Smack, smack, smack. The bubblegum slapped around in her mouth, huge pink spheres occasionally forming. She applied the eye shadow and mascara with expertise; she’d been doing this since kindergarten with mini makeup! In those days, she’d slip into a stall and set up her station, which consisted of a minute hanging mirror and some lip gloss, occasionally concealer and some stolen-from-Mom’s-purse perfume. Throughout the school day, the tots would stand and judge. Girls, envious, assured themselves that she was over mature. Boys, hypnotized, weren’t sure if they should approach her or keep some distance. Whatever they though, she would mind her own business and go about her daily childish chores. When the end of the day came around, she would simply rinse it off and become the innocent child her mother and father knew.
Now, she used the mirror provided in the lavatory. With her was a larger bag, complete with eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, blush, concealer, perfume, foundation, a nail filer, some nail polish and a straight iron. She tossed her gum out and began smearing lipstick on, perfect to every crevice of her lips. Foundation, concealer and blush already applied, the girl squirted a bit of perfume into the air and filed her nails. No need for the nail polish today; her nails were painted on the bumpy bus ride, but still looked ideal. Her hair was straightened in two minutes flat, side-bangs and all. She took a deep breath and was about to walk out.
“Hello?” somebody from the stall called meekly. Claire, puzzled, replied with a questioning “yes?”
“Can you please open the door? I unlocked it already; stall two.”
Claire jimmied open the door to find a small girl sitting on the toilet, clothes scattered to the floor, wrapped completely in toilet paper. Her pale face gave a sense of sheer depression, almost like this had happened plenty of times. Claire muffled an “oh my God” and picked up her clothes.
“What’s your name?” she asked the girl.
A pause. “Becky Willis.”
“How old are you, Becky Willis?”
“I’m ten.”
“My name’s Claire Court. I’m twelve. Who did this to you, Becky?”
Another silence. “Um, well, uh… it was a girl from your grade, it seemed. I’m sure you wouldn’t know her…”
“Nonsense!” Claire cut off. “Do you know her name, Becky?”
A deep moment of concentration radiated from the girl. “They, the girl’s friends, five of them, called her Cha-Cha, but I think her real name was Chris. It was written all over her binder.” Pure shock flooded Claire’s face. Cha-Cha Powers. It was one of her old friends. They still hang out, but…
“Becky Willis, we are girl-to-girl. Would you be comfortable with me closing my eyes and unraveling you? And then you could get our clothes back on? Would that be alright, Becky?” She nodded her head vigorously, pony tail flying. Claire smiled. “Good. Stand up and I’ll find the beginning.” Slowly, one layer at a time, Becky spun out as Claire held the end of the tissue. Thank God we’re in the handicapped stall, Claire thought, for they had enough room to both fit. As soon as the job was done, Becky scampered and dressed herself again. “Open,” she said in a bold voice.
Claire smiled. “You look beautiful, kiddo. Really beautiful.” They embraced quickly, and Claire packed her things. “Oh, and Becky,” she said, I’ll see you around. Maybe one day we’ll get revenge or something!” Becky replied, “I like your eye shadow, Claire Court, I really do.”

What do you think?!

Question #5:

what do you think of my unfinished story? p.s i havent gave it a title?

Drip, drip water shaped as tear drops falls from the tap gentle and softly the water slides slow into the drain where it has been swallowed. A small gust of wind blew in carrying with it the smell of dawn brake followed by an unwinding of streaming light pouring into the old fashioned house. The light lit up the light and spread all over the house until it stopped near by a little girl’s toe. Her hair that was once a soft smooth silk of red is now like an action of a hurricane her smile that was once is now a sad face .her tears wet her dress as they roll gentle from her eyes down her cheek and on to her dress. Around her faces lies broses that may yet to last for the rest of her life to remind her of what she did to deserve this, but wait what did she do specifically to deserve this her bowed head now slowly arise to think.

All she did was go off to Mrs. Andersons house for tea and more of her splendid stories that she wrote herself Mrs. Anderson was sort of a second mother to her she was even more caring then her real mother and more prettier .when she came back from Mrs. Andersons house her parents pulled her in and beat violently .she was use to this usually and unscencable beating that her parents gave to her after which followed by shouting at her and no food or going outdoors privileges’ for about 5 weeks
Luckily she didn’t catch any diseases caused by not eating frequently this mainly because she managed to steal some food from the kitchen as frequently as possible while her parents slept .she always had to watch out to make sure her parents didn’t wake or else shell get another beating which she intended certainly not to have. This was her tenth beating and she could cry anymore she tried to squeeze out more tears but it was no use she had been crying for as long as she could remember and now she all her tears had run out.
Her parents are the sort of parents you look at and wonder that they might be very good parents but beneath lays a secret more painful as it is experiencing it then seeing. her father was a rather rich man who was also known as a fraud to Alison whom despised mainly because he was very fortunate to steal money from poor schools without allowing police to know about this. Her mother was a woman who and a moth for sweet gossip and always seemed to poke her nose into other people business and never did anything that a mum did she never helped Alison wit h homework nor cook nor bake all she did was smoke her long stickled cigarette and work on her hair and makeup which she never goes without mainly because underneath it all she was as ugly as an ogre perhaps more

Question #6:

Is this story any good? If there are the little stars around it (****) Then its Italicized?

My eyes snapped open. I sat up straight, and got dizzy. I paused before I could think. Where was I? What happened to me? Who was I? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was sitting in a room. A dark room. I didn’t know if I should stand, or wait for someone to come get me, but did anyone know about me? I certainly didn’t. I was starting to get a little scared, but of what? I didn’t know. I had a lot of questions all bumping around inside my head. No. I had to calm down. I stopped and breathed deeply a few times.
What did I know? I was a girl, of that I was sure. I knew that I didn’t know much more than that. I ran my hand through my hair, it was curly and long. Running my hands down my stomach, I felt clothes. Clothes were good. I was wearing pants too. My eyes started to adjust to the darkness a little and I could make out dark shapes.
I stood on wobbly feet and walked slowly. CRASH! I knocked over something that felt heavy. I didn’t see it coming, so I hit it head on. I stumbled back and tripped on something long and skinny. I was lying on my back, when I sensed something falling on top of me. I rolled out of the way just in time. If I stayed there any longer, I would have been covered in glass. Not that I didn’t get a few pieces of glass in my arm. I could feel the stinging and clamped my hand over a particularly large cut. I felt blood.
I held my injured arm out in front of me so I didn’t run into anything again. Inching slowly forward, I took my sweet time, I mean it's not like I had anywhere to be. Well, I didn’t think so at least. I bumped into a few things and was sure my shins were black and blue by then. I finally made it to a wall. I let go of my throbbing arm and placed my palms against the wall. I had to find a way out… I thought. I didn’t know what to think. I was alone, I was cold, I was hungry, and I wanted to get some answers to my hundreds of questions. Yes, if finding a door meant finding someone who could help, I most definitely wanted out.
Shuffling along the wall, feeling it up the whole way wasn’t working. Nothing of importance had been discovered. I could tell there was wallpaper, and there was a thin chair rail running the length of one wall. I had felt many picture frames and hit some furniture. Finally, I hit something. It wasn’t big enough to be a picture frame. It was smooth and rectangular and had a little something sticking out of it. It was a light switch. I tested my luck and held my breath as I flipped it.
The lights blinked on and I was temporarily blinded. I shielded my eyes and squinted. I was in what looked to be a bedroom. There was a big four poster bed with maroon sheets in the corner, and a little side table next to it. The side table had a little lamp on it that was maroon with gold trim. The bottom half of the walls were covered in soft maroon flower print wallpaper and the top was gold. I could see a vanity and a bookshelf. On the walls were portraits of a little girl, getting older in each one. She held a little puppy that was black and curly.
**A little girl played in the room. She tried on makeup at her vanity and read a book on her four poster bed. The door opened and her mom walked in and sat next to her on her bed. She ran her hand through the girl’s curly brown hair. The mom removed the little girl’s tiara and placed it on the side table and wiped off her makeup with a wet towel. She tucked her in and kissed her forehead. She flipped off the light and walked out the door.***
The memory came flooding into my mind before I could even think. The little girl was in the room I was in. The little girl was me. I don’t know how I knew, I just sensed it. I remembered that day; I didn’t remember what my mom had said, or anything else for that matter. I just remember putting on the makeup then sitting on the big four poster bed and reading. What book did I read? I searched my brain and came up with an answer. Beloved. Why I remembered that, I don’t know. Another thing I noticed was the door. I clearly remembered her exiting the door, but looking now, there wasn’t a door there anymore.
I kept looking around and found a glass case, smashed on the floor. There were a few remains of some porcelain dolls, but one was still in tact. I walked over and picked her up. I shook off the glass bits and examined her.
***The little girl sat on her floor, brushing the porcelain dolls hair. She smoothed it down with her hand. The blond curls bounced back up with a shimmer. She picked up an olive green dress and slipped it on her. The dolls cheeks were rosy and the lips red, while the eyes were a dull grey.***
This memory, like the last slipped into my mind. The dolls curls were a little distraught and the olive dress was crooked. I sat the doll with grey eyes back down and examined the rest of the room. There were chairs and a little tea table, the cups still in place. I looked one last time and found her way out. A door by the bed. I hurriedly walked over, and
Anime101, I promise I will look at that site and join. Thanks too! I've been looking for a website like that forever!
oops.... wrong person! i meant lilymoor...

Question #7:

need asian eye makeup tutorial with double eyelid?

i have double eyelids near the bottom, but the rest is like a normal asian eyelid. all asian eye makeup tutorials are for eyes with no double lid, and european eye makeup tutorials dont fit me either because my eyes are too flat near the top.
for instance, my eyes resemble something like this Click Here and its very hard to find a style to work with it sometimes. i would really appreciate some help.

Question #8:

I don't know what to think about this girl?

So last year, I started noticing things that she did that made me suspect that she was possibly bi or gay, but I didn't want to over analyze anything. Now I'm really kinda wondering if she is or not

1) She joined the track team as a thrower (shot put: the only girl(s) I know who do that are bi)

2) We played football one day as a free/fun day at track, and she was on the opposing team on the same side as me defending me or w/e but she like, stared me down for like the longest time in this kind of way like she was trying to look through me or something....and then I kinda ran to the other side trying not to think anything of it.

3) I had to run back to one of my classes before the bell rang to get something from the back of the room (It happened to be the period she had that class) and when I was in the back of the room getting my stuff she was turned around staring at me again

THIS year...

4) We have to get in lines for soccer practice sometimes to break up into teams and twice now when I was already in line she squeezed her way in between me and whoever is beside me or quickly gets in the small open spot beside me if there is one there

5) She never really wears makeup, and she has like, NO nails cause she always keeps them short

Idk if being really moody or anything has anything to do with anything. Everyone knows she can get in a really bad mood at random times (she isn't bipolar) but like I said idk if that has anything to do with anything.

What do you think?
Sorry this is long
We've known eachother for years now. We've gone to the same school since 4th grade, been on the same soccer team for 2 years now...

Question #9:

How Does My SUCKISH Story Seem So Far...?

Belinda: She’s got it all- clothes, makeup, shoes…but how does she afford to go to the all time most expensive school in the entire world? Little miss sunshine wont be glad that I know she’s been a very naughty girl…(child modeling porn)
Anna: Beautiful, thin, popular…All American girl has her own secrets…( what is she doing all those hours in her bathroom? Ask her beloved hairspray…she ain’t using it for her hair! drugs)
Liz: Something’s been bothering Liz ever since that one night….when she was home alone when she was eleven…I’m going to help her remember what her new bus driver did to her, years ago. (rape)’
Cassie: The reporter’s daughter, delivering the inside scoop on the girl’s lives.

What happens when the daughter unwilling fits into the popular girl’s group? And begins to refuse telling the inside story; eventually costing her mom’s job.

Thanxx. :)

Question #10:

How Does My Story Sound So Far?

Question #11:

Is my writing good? Criticism wanted. ^^?

Hello there. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to read a small bit of my story. I'm currently 13 and in 7th grade. At the moment, I'm writing a story about my 7th grade experience, because I moved here in the beginning of the school year. It's supposed to be a very casual type of writing. I've changed the names just for this to keep people's identities safe.
Here it is:
Dear Diary,
Cedar Hill Middle School: Through our doors pass the greatest kids! Well, we’ll find out. As I probably know, or as my sister Alexa, who’s probably the one reading this, (STOP SNOOPING!) I’m Brianna. Brianna Kim. I just moved to Clover, New York. Home of the Cougars. I lived a town over, Dentown. So, in here, you’ll be reading about how my school life turns out to be.
It’s the first day. I stood alone as we wait to go inside. I spied what I already figured out to be the “popular” people. They’re all staring at me. Great. Then, I finally realize why. After one person whispers this:
“That girl’s wearing the same shirt as you, Mika!”
Oh, how wonderful. I start off the day thought as a copier within the Poptards’ eyes. Oh, but what’s this? A big one, dark skinned, was strolling towards me.
“Hey, what grade are you in?”
Shoot, what if they weren’t in my grade? I began to panic inside, but I took a deep breath. Stay calm Brianna! Come on, it’s not that hard to talk.
“Umm, I’m in 7th grade.”
“Oh, okay! Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
Yes. You have this in the bag. I leisurely walked over behind the large girl. I wasn’t expecting the greeting I got. They were all shouting their names at once, it sounded like this:
“Hieyllo I’m Briyaralyhaleydgetdenssatinasamantha!”
Or something like that. But you get the picture. Ends up the big girl’s name was Hannah Young. We never really hit it off after that. I spent the next 3 or so minutes just standing there, listening to their conversations. Like how they went to the Bahamas and that’s how they got sunburned, and how they visited their grandparents in Barcelona. Not really, but you can tell I didn’t care at all what they were saying.
Then, a lot of teacher-like figures came out of the front doors. They held up signs with their names on it. Wright, Wright. That was what my advisor’s name was. Mrs. Wright, the music teacher. Anyways, why do they call it an advisor? Back in Dentown, my old town, they called them home room teachers. THAT makes more sense to me. Just saying. But on with the story.
I found the woman holding a sign saying Wright. She was a short woman. Dark brown hair, and quite a bit of makeup. She was very slender. I couldn’t tell what her heritage was. I never really bothered. Decent looking people were also lined up. It was like kindergarten all over again! Who’s the caboose? Haha, but I’m getting off track, again.
We parade to our death, advisory. We spend the whole morning talking about locker combos, locker locations, getting our books in our lockers, and all that boring stuff that could make a good lullaby.
Lunch came, finally. I opened my locker with a bit of struggle. After the second or third try, it opened. It was a miracle! I grabbed my bagged lunch. It was probably a turkey sandwich. Like the only thing I ate this whole year. But, where was the cafeteria?
“Hey, do you know where the cafeteria is?” said a mysterious voice next to me. It was a guy, Asian, quite round, and short, but taller than me. “Name’s Ken Lim. You’re Brianna, right? I’m in your advisory.”
“Oh, hey. Yeah, that’s my name. And no, I don’t know where it is, can you tell me?”
“Yeah, just keep walking that way,” he said as he pointed down the hall.
“Okay, thanks.”
I ate lunch peacefully. Nothing much. Recess! I decided to go over to another group. A bunch of Asians. I hung out with them. For like 3 days. But, they did warn me that Ken was a weirdo.
The rest of the day went on uneventfully though.
Thanks for snooping,
Brianna Kim

Question #12:

Hey guys, help with names for a story?

Hey guyss
okay, so I'm writing a story and I need some names. The baby names section gets annoyed when you story questions and not actual baby questions, and I've seen questions like this in adolescent before, and you guys are cooll:) so thats why its here

anywayy.

1) For a sixteen year old girl. Pretty much the ‘perfect girl.’ She is nice, caring, sweet, she’s an avid guitar and piano player. She has long blonde hair and is thin. She’s not extraordinarily beautiful, and she’s not the person that really stands out, but when you take the time to see her, you see how great she is.

2) For above girl’s best friend, who is the opposite of her. Dark hair – dyed, and wears lots of makeup. Crazy, and a little bit slutty. The girl all guys like.

3) For the first girl’s bratty younger brother. He’s about eleven, thinks he’s really cool, plays football and baseball, has a ‘girlfriend.’ Blond.

4) And some names for third world toddlers.

5) And just some really unique names for girls. Not crazy, just unique.

thankss:)

Question #13:

Character name helpp?

The main character is a sixteen year old boy named Harrison. His thirteen year old sister is Savahna (pronounced Suh-voh-nuh). The basic plotline.. they live with their mother because their parents are separated. They’re home schooled because she is a scientist and travels around the world studying nature. Now, they’re going to spend the summer with their rich father in Los Angeles. He is remarried and his wife has her own kids, as well as their adopted third world kids (following the Hollywood trend).

Anyway, names.

1) For a sixteen year old girl. Pretty much the ‘perfect girl.’ She is nice, caring, sweet, she’s an avid guitar and piano player. She has long blonde hair and is thin. She’s not extraordinarily beautiful, and she’s not the person that really stands out, but when you take the time to see her, you see how great she is.

2) For above girl’s best friend, who is the opposite of her. Dark hair – dyed, and wears lots of makeup. Crazy, and a little bit slutty. The girl all guys like.

3) For the first girl’s bratty younger brother. He’s about eleven, thinks he’s really cool, plays football and baseball, has a ‘girlfriend.’ Blond.

4) And some names for third world toddlers.

Question #14:

This girl openly stared at me today?

I was in my chem lab today and this girl glanced at me and then she openly STARED at me. I could see her doing it from the corner of my eye. Honestly, I got so sick of it that I stared right back at her until she looked away. But she continued to do it later on...

I am 19 years old and in college, so this shouldn't be a big deal. But gosh that made me feel sooo uncomfortable! I mean, what was her gosh darn problem?? I don't have a very high self-esteem on my looks to begin with, but am I really that odd-looking for her to do that?? :-S

She also had bleach-blonde hair and wore quite a bit of makeup, from what I could tell and I suppose she was quite pretty, if that makes any difference...

The truth is, I get this from girls sometimes. They will just stare at me and it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable! What the heck???

I am also not a mean person at all! I don't ever get into anyone's business... I don't even know this girl! :-S

Question #15:

57 GiRl C0NFESSi0NS (SURVEY)?

(i Will BE GiViNG A BEST ANSWER T0 THE SURVEY i LiKE THE MOST)
57 Girl Confessions
1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? YES :)
2. A big poofy dress or a short party dress? SH0RT PARTY DRESS!
3. What would you do if you received a long love letter? READ iT
4. Group dates or single dates? DEPENDS i liKE B0TH
5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends? YES!
6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend? SURE, WHY N0T
7. Is your hair up or down today? D0WN
8. Do you straighten your hair? YES
9. Favorite mascara? Di0R lASH 0UT
10. Do you get your nails done? YES
11. Small or large purses? NEiTHER, i TRY T0 GET MEdiUM SIZEd 0NE
12. In your purse, what are your must haves? WAllET (iDENTiFiCATi0N, M0NEY, dEBIT CARdS, & RECEIPT), MAKE-UP, GUM, CiGARETTES, liGHTER, & PEN.
13. Jeans or sweats? JEANS
14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable? YES, SH0ES AND CLOTHES.
15. Do you text message a lot? N0T REALLY.
16. What would you do if you got pregnant? BE VERY HAPPY
17. What’s your favorite color? H0T PiNK
18. Heels or flats? DEPENdS 0N WHAT iM WEARiNG
19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie? YES!
20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on? YES, i D0NT AlWAYS WEAR MAKE-UP. i D0NT HAVE T0.
21. Walmart or Target? TARGET
22. Do you wear collared shirts? YES
23. Do you like preppy boys? YES
24. Do you think lip gloss is the best!? SURE
25. Do you own any big sunglasses? YES, BUT N0T T00 BiG
26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 15 MiNUTES
27. Do you like to wear band-aids? N0
28. Do you like skater boys? N0
29. Do you often wish there was something you could change? YES
30. Gold or silver? NEiTHER, WHiTE G0lD
31. Do you like to receive flowers? YES, BUT THEY ARE USElESS
32. Do you like surfer boys? SURE
33. Do you dress up for the holidays? YES!
34. Do you like to wear dresseses? N0T REAllY
35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you? 6
36. In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy? YES
37. Would you date a guy shorter than you? N0, BECAUSE i'M 4'11'' MAYBE iF i WAS TAllER
38. Do you like to hold hands? YES
39. What is the youngest you would date? 2 YEARS 0LDER THAN ME N0 EXCEPTIONS. iM iNT0 0LDER GUYS
40. What is the oldest you would date? N0 0LDER THAN 30
41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy? i'M PRETTY G00D AT READiNG PE0PlE S0 PERS0NAliTY
42. Is it hott when guys sweat? N0
43. What is the best feature in a guy? EYES
44. Do you like making eye contact? YES, BUT 0NlY WiTH MY MAN
46. Would you kill for chocolate? N0, BUT i D0 liKE iT
47. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy? YES, PROM
48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping? WHEN U HAVE M0NEY A 10.
49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show? YES, BUT THANKFUllY i HAVE A DVR
50. Do you yell a lot? S0METiMES.
51. Do you wear sweatpants/pajamas to school/work? N0.
52. Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy? N0.
53. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems? N0.
54. What makeup could you not live w/ out? EYEliNER
55. Do you fall in love easily? YES
56. Do you have cramps? N0
57. Do you think you have the bestest friend ever? YES!

Question #16:

Should makeup be banned from the Miss America pageant?

I have seen beauty pageant winners who are ugly without makeup. I think hair dye and makeup should be banned from all beauty pageants so (we the people) can see who the prettiest girls really are. I also think the girls should walk barefoot during the swimwear competition so we can see what the girl’s body looks like without high heals. What is the use of crowning a beauty pageant winner who has dyed hair and a face covered with tons of makeup. People don't like beauty pageants because they are FAKE so lets make them REAL...What do you think?

Question #17:

So hows the beginning to my story going?

(NOTE;; The words that have 'these' around them are supposed to be in italics.

The Difference Between Fiction and Reality -1-

‘Ew, look at that new girl, she’s a freak,’ this girl’s high pitched voice stood above the rest. Its loudness left my ears ringing. I haven’t been at this school for over five minutes and I nearly have a headache.
‘Oh my Lord, the new girl needs makeup help,’ A less high pitched voice said, but still screechy enough to pain me. I searched for the owned and found a girl with curly brown hair. She wore a bright yellow top, white pants, and yellow pumps. I’ll make sure to trip and spill some water on those pants of hers.
‘Well, look at that. A new shiny toy for the boys and me to play with,’ I nearly gagged. A creepy jock wearing a red letter jacket said it. He caught me looking and winked. This time I did gag.
‘Pretty cool shoes,’ a male voice stated. Cool shoes meaning my white laces, white converse boots. When I found the guy he looked like an Alex Evans clone. What the hell? A tiny difference I noticed was that he had reddish brown eyes.
A small voice was the one that most caught my attention. ‘I like her style… But I doubt she’d talk to me… No one talks to me,’ let’s prove her wrong, now shall we? I found her sitting in the front row. When she saw me staring she blushed and turned around. She was a little red headed Asian girl.
I dug through her mind a little bit to find out that her name is Chikako and that she’s from Nagoya, Japan. I got up from my desk and walked forward until I was in front of her desk. I kneeled and laid my head on her desk, “Hello.”
Her giant eyes impossibly widened, “H-hi.” She stammered.
I smiled that shows a hidden joke behind it. “I’m (I haven’t found a name yet).

Eheh. It's kind of hard to understand why a mind reader is going to high school but its hardly even a page long on microsoft word yet. (WORK IN PROGRESS) :D

Question #18:

what do you think this story is about?

I heard Susanna on the phone as I walked past her door so I listened for a minute. “She’s acting out too much too. I don’t understand her.” I leaned into the door more. “I can’t talk to her. I’ve tried and she doesn’t listen to me.” I rolled my eyes and went in my room then. I laid down on my bed and listened to Cheap Trick. When Susanna tapped my shoulder, I got up and looked at her. “Huh?”
“I have to talk to Tom.”
“So.”
“You’ll be with Lissa while I do.”
“Why?”
“I need time alone.”
I thought about that. “When?”
“Soon.”
I looked at her for a minute. “Fine.” When I laid back down, she walked outta my room.

Paula was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch and I was on the couch with a joint in my hand. I handed it to her and she handed me the bottle of whiskey she had. We were celebrating New Year’s at a girl’s house. There were a lot of kids around. I couldn’t look at them too long because they spun around in my head too much if I did.
“Almost ‘81!”
“Huh?” I wasn’t gonna yell over the turn table. The Cars were on.
“The countdown!” She pointed at the TV.
“Oh.” I almost dropped the bottle as I handed it back to her.
I thought about Wisconsin for a minute and wondered if I should tell Paula about it. I didn’t though. I told her to take me home instead after I went outside and threw up.

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Something hit my head and I opened my eyes and pulled my hair outta my face. Susanna was standing by my desk, throwing my butterfly barrettes at me. “What the hell?” I looked down at the floor.
“It could’ve been water again.”
“So.” I grabbed the barrettes and threw them back at her.
“You have to pack.” I asked why but she ignored me and pulled my yellow suitcase outta the closet. “You’re leaving tomorrow night so pack warm clothes and things you think you’ll need. I’ll pack the rest of your clothes in boxes.” She pointed at my two Cheap Trick posters. “You should take those too.” And then she walked outta my room. When I got up a minute later, I opened my suitcase and packed all my jeans and shirts while listening to Cheap Trick.

Susanna was on the phone with Melissa again. She told her what plane I’d be on and what time it’d be there. I asked her if she told Tom about Wisconsin. “Yeah.”
“When?”
“Hold on Mel.” She looked at me. “He knows and said he’ll be here tomorrow morning.”
“When?”
“When he gets here.” She talked to Melissa again then and I went to my room and packed my albums and makeup.

Tom’s car pulled up and I put my blue wind breaker on and walked outside. “Happy birthday.” We hugged and then I asked what he got me. He opened the back door and handed me a black and white checkered tote bag. “This too.” He handed me $40.
“Thanks.” I put the $40 in my back pocket.
“For Wisc…” He messed up my hair when I looked at him. “What’d she get you?”
“Leg warmers and jeans. She said they’d be good to have.”
“Yeah.” He lit a cigarette.
I looked at the ground. “She wants me gone.”
“No.” He looked at me for a minute. “You should call and write.”
I nodded. “I will.”
“Remember the time difference though.”
“Uh huh.”
When he left, I walked back in the house. Susanna asked what if he talked about her. “No.” She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. “I’m gonna take my posters down.” I walked past her went to my room then.

Susanna had Dire Straits on. She said she didn’t want me to think she was leaving me in Wisconsin. “I think it’d be best if you were with Lissa there while I figure things out here. That’s all.” I nodded while staring out the window at the rain. I wondered what the freeways would look like if all the street lights went out. She tapped me on the shoulder then.
“Huh?”
“You’re gonna go to school.”
“I figured.”
I looked back out the window at the rain and banged my posters on my knees while holding my tote bag in my lap. “Stop that.” She put her hand on my knee so I held them against my head the rest of the time. When we got to the airport, I followed her into the place and then to a desk that took my suitcase and then through security and then to where the plane was and then I sat down. Susanna sat by me, looking at my plane ticket. When I looked out at the rain, I wondered if the plane would crash if it got too hard. I asked Susanna and she said I shouldn’t worry about it. She bought a Sprite then and we shared it while we waited for the plane. When people started boarding, we hugged and she said she’d miss me. I wondered if I’d miss her as I walked down the jet bridge.

The woman sitting next to me on the plane smiled at me. “Going home?” I shook my head and told her I was moving. “I was with family so I’m going back home.” She took her seat belt off. “Not as cold in Arizona as it is back home.” I nodded and put my tote bag under the seat.
“What’re on those?” She pointed at my posters.
“Cheap Trick.”
“Where’re your parents?” She asked a minute later.
“Home. I left a note telling them I was moving though.” She stared at me and I looked

Question #19:

Does anyone have ideas for a bet?

So a dance is coming up, and it's girl's choice. My two friends and I (we are freshman) want to make things interesting and have some sort of a contest where the loser asks a senior.

Something like the longest you can go without shaving your legs or putting on makeup or something like that. Just not too gross or impossible.

Thanks!

Question #20:

Why do girls 'have' to hear makeup, and guys don't? What makes our skin different?

I am not going all feminist, and going to yell about how girls don't need make up. Wearing some now.

I noticed girls usually have really dark circles under thier eyes, and things like that when we don't have make up on. Guys, don't wear make up and don't deal with this.
(Of course, it depends on the person.)

What exactly is the change in girl's skin and boy's? Is it just hormonal things?

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