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Monday, August 23, 2010

Chris and Lisa

About the story: This is a shot sad love story about two teenagers that were in love with each other but, never really had the guts to tell each other how they really felt. This story is also telling us that don't wait too long to tell somebody how you feel about em. 'Cause it just might be too late, and don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart and dreams.



Chris loved Lisa with all his heart. But never really had the guts to tell her how he really felt about her, on the other hand Lisa secretly loved him too. But she thought she wasn't good enough to be Chris's girlfriend cause he was popular and rich. And, he was loved by all the girls at school. So, one day during lunch time at school Chris asked his best friend Eric what he thought of Lisa and Eric answered: 'Don't waste your time behind that girl, man. There are lots of girl in this school that will do anything to be with you. And besides I think she's ugly.

The reason Eric said that was 'cause he didn't like Lisa at all. When Chris and Eric was done eating Chris decided to go home with Eric and on their way home they saw Lisa. She was crying and seemed very upset 'cause she overheard Chris and Eric when they were talking. Chris didn't say a word to Lisa in fact he acted like he had no idea who Lisa was. The next day they followed her home from school making fun of her on their way home.

When Lisa got home she dropped on the floor cringe. She had a crush on Chris since they were young. But she didn't know what to do. When Chris got home he felt really bad about what he and his friends did to Lisa. So he decided to go to Lisa's house to tell her how sorry he was and that he really loves and cares for her. But, It was too late.'Cause when he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.

The back door was open so he walked in. He walked passed the living room and went to Lisa's room there he found Lisa lying dead on her bed. She had slit her neck. Chris was so upset and angry with himself . He knew it was his fault she killed herself. So now he could never tell her how he really felt about her.

Story written by
Stacy Ann

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Tracy

About the story: This is a short and sad heartwarming story about a girl called Tracy, Tracy went through a lot when she was younger she lost her mom at a very young age and was separated from her dad for years.This story is also for every daughter who misses the days when her father carried her up to bed or taught her how to dance on the top of his shoes. It also reminds us all that no matter what, there is and always will be a place for daddy's little girl.
  
    

     Once upon a time, a child was born to Mr and Mrs Peterson and she was called Tracy. When Tracy was born it was the happiest moment of her parents lives 'cause the only sadness they had in their lives was that they always wished for a child but did not have one, but,  luckily for them god blessed them with one.
     When Tracy was about 4 years old  her mom and dad separated and Tracy was now left with her poor mother but although Tracy's mother couldn't give her everything she wanted she made sure that her daughter was getting a better education Tracy grew up to be a very beautiful and lovely girl. Tracy did everything her mother asked her to do and she was adored by the people in the neighborhood cause of her amazing personality she was a caring, kind and a helpful young lady.
      When Tracy was 7 her mother died from breast cancer and after Tracy' mother's funeral Tracy was taken in by her aunt. Tracy wasn't being missed treated by her aunt in fact all Tracy knew was that her aunt was her real mother 'Cause the woman treated Tracy like she was her own daughter. Tracy had no idea what happened to her mom and dad when she was younger 'cause her aunt decided to keep it as a  secret until Tracy was old enough before she could tell her. one beautiful day, when Tracy was 11 she and her aunt went for a walk as they were walking Tracy decided to ask her aunt some questions. The first question that entered Tracy's head was: ' are you my real mom aunt mary'? at first Tracy's aunt Mary pretended that she wasn't paying attention to Tracy but, Tracy asked the same question again: 'Are you my real mom aunt Mary'?.  There was no way aunt Mary couldn't answer Tracy's question now, aunt Mary  decided to tell Tracy her reason for not telling her everything that happened when Tracy was a little girl.
      Tracy seemed neither surprised nor angry. Then she quietly asked her aunt: will I ever be able to see my father again? Aunt Mary answered:  yes, i will do everything i can for you to find your father, Tracy smiled and seemed to relax a little. Many years passed and Tracy heard no news of her Father she supposed that he was dead. Then one very beautiful day Tracy decided to go for a walk as she was walking a  stranger called her. Tracy hurried away she was shaking with fear and breathing heavily. she did not dare to turn her head until she reached the end of the street. but the strange man still followed her, Tracy had no choice but to stop and talk to the man. That's when she turned and asked the man: 'Can I help you, sir'? And the man answered: Yes, indeed you can. I am looking for my lost daughter called 'Tracy'. Tracy was shocked and surprised when the man mentioned her name. The man asked Tracy if they could sit and talk for a minute, and Tracy answered: 'yes. Cause she was interested in what the man had to say. That's when he started to tell the same story that aunt Mary told Tracy when she was 11 years old.
      As Tracy's dad continued to tell the story a tear dropped from Tracy's eyes but, it was a tears of joy Tracy was extremely happy the fact that she found her dad after so many long years of searching without any luck. Tracy now decided to take her dad to see aunt Mary and introduced him to the rest of the family  that he hasn't seen for years and they lived happily ever after.


Story by  Stacy Ann

Monday, August 16, 2010

Sleep

Though wakefulness my domain
In sleep I remain,
For wakefulness is sleep
One shallow and one deep.