Here's Your Story

Unknown- 15yrs old

I sat in Sunday school this past Sunday (December 16th 2007). We were all sitting there. Talking, laughing, arguing. We heard a fire truck leave the fire station across the street, it's sirens blaring. We didn't think to much about it until about 5 minutes later when about 3 police cars went speeding down the road in the same direction the fire truck went. My youth director said "I wonder what's wrong." Before we knew it a few ambulances went down there as well. And my youth director said "It must me something serious."
We had no idea how serious it was.
I found out what happened the next day. A rig had lost control of it's vehicle on a curvy, windy, mountainous road. The rig fell onto an SUV trailblazer, that had a family of four inside. The family of four contained my school counselor. Only two survived: The Parents. Imagine, heading to church and suddenly a rig falls on top of you, killing your only two children whom happened to be only 3 years old and 9 years old. There was a bible left on the front seat of the car and two bibles on the road. To find out more about about this tragic accident, search "Brooklyn and Tanner Rose" You'll learn alot about what happened. I just told you what I know.

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dixiercat age 15

4th grade started. Guess how I chose friends back then. If they were in my class and road the same bus as me, we ended up being friends. Well, that's how me and my best friend since 1st grade became friends! But our friendship lasted much longer than this one (we're still best friends today)
The first day of 4th grade, I met a girl named Sarah. She had a "funny name": Sarah Evans. I sometimes wonder how many people who's last name is Evans also have the first name of Sarah, Sara, or Sari. But that is not the point. This Sarah Evans was/is vicious, cruel, a liar, and just flat out mean. However, I did not see her as those things when I first met her. She was kind and talked alot. She invited me over to her house for an afternoon. When I came over, their house was in the biggest pig stye I had ever seen. There was pizza crusts on the floor, the laundry room was plied to the ceiling (literally) with clothes, and her parents were not home. They were working. I reluctantly came in and the first thing we did was start watching SpongeBob SquarePants. A few of the things she had lied about were: *She had a tv that produced pizza on demand. The feature of "On Demand" for shows wasn't even invented yet! How could I have been sooooo stupid? *She claimed that she was the singer Sara Evans and they made her look taller on stage. I was even more stupid when she told me that.
Of course, neither of those lies were true. 5 o'clock rolled around and she turned to me and said "Can you help me finish some cleaning? My mom will be home soon." I said sure because I was nice enough to help a friend. We picked up everything in the living room and quickly got to her room, which I had seen a little while before then and was also in the biggest mess I had ever seen. This routine continued every day I went over there. Around Christmas time, she got a ferret and it stunk so bad! She also took us into the attic and we looked at all the gifts she was getting for Christmas. A few weeks after Christmas, we were in her room cleaning up (i was actually spending the night) and she was under her bed cleaning and falls chest first into a month old fruitcake! That was the grossiest thing I had ever seen. One time when I went over there, they were out of toilet paper. Although, one time I accidently left my jacket there and they washed it for me...
Another time I went over there, my brother and I got to the door and our cousin was standing there. Sarah had an older sister and younger brother. My cousin was a "friend" of her sister's and of course my brother and her brother were the same exact age (down to the same day). Our cousin turned on us that day. She and Ashley (Sarah's sister) acted as if they were in charge which was true to say about Ashley but MY COUSIN? I had never seen my cousin act this way before and it was definetly a new experience for me. My cousin and Ashley bossed all four of us younger kids around all day. They were telling us to clean everything..etc. My cousin and Ashley left later on that afternoon to go to the movies. That's when Sarah became "in charge." She bossed us around, made us clean everything we hadn't already finished. And we still put up with it.
A couple of weeks later we were visiting with our cousin and we asked her a question about Ashley. My cousin turned to us and said "Oh Ashley and I aren't friends anymore. She cussed me out." When I went to Ashley to find out what happened she said "She cussed me out!" I guess I'll never know. While over there, Ashley and Sarah had an argument (their parents were home for this) Ashley threw a fork at Sarah and it hit a vein in Sarah's bare foot. And yet a few more weeks later, my bro and I show up. Hoping that Sarah wouldn't make us clean again. We were wrong. When we tried to leave, she blocked the door (and locked it) We stood there for about fifteen minutes with her saying "You're not going anywhere until this house is clean." and "If you're my friend, you'll help me. We pushed her out of the way and left but not before saying "Then I guess we're not friends." Now Sarah is a slut whom does not live in the same state as far as I know (according to my best friend)
Why was I ever Sarah's friend? Her bro was okay so him and my brother had fun but why were the sisters so terrible?

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"Life Story"

There are some things in life that i don't really understand. When you are doing so well with your life and everything in it is doing excellent then before you know what happens life seems to kick you down. You don't understand why and don't know how everything changed so quickly. I hate the feeling of falling and not knowing where your going to hit. The absolute worst is feeling like your at the bottom and then things keep building up that you feel like you are buried by it, and you will never have a chance of getting up after your fall. For a few weeks now i have been doing just fine, then after awhile everything builds up, with family, friends you know all those type of things. I think the biggest factor is the relationships i have with people especially girls. It seems that after my first real relationship five years ago that ended in disaster as stated in my previous story. I get along with girls but never on that level, yes i have been through a few relationships since then but nothing really serious and i think that i am in a word scared. I know it sounds strange but i seriously think that i am seeing how the other relationships went, i think that i am worried about getting hurt again. I know that at times friends try to help you out but they really can't because they don't know what you went through. At times they make it sound easy and i feel bad because i can't use their advice to get out of this problem. To some, listening to their friends is easy and they can do that without a problem, but i think that i am stubborn and won't listen to them. They tell me to go out and meet new people and i agree with them but that isn't really me, i don't go to all the drinking parties and hang out with them because i don't like doing that. I've been in the hospital before due to surgery on my leg and had to go through all sorts of medicines, so that i wouldn't die. I know how the feeling is of not remembering and feeling the way i did, and i don't want to go through that again. So i don't go to those parties like that, and i usually keep to myself, i'm not one of those strange kids that sit in the corner. I still talk to people but when i have to talk about personal stuff i usually don't, not i know that i am sending these feelings and thoughts of mine into this place. But the idea is i'm not really talking to anyone, but rather just putting my ideas out there, so i don't mind sending these in. I have gotten over the last relationship but i think subconsciously it is still part of me, i don't like thinking about it because it makes me sick knowing what i went through. Though i'm in college and meeting new people in my classes i don't really feel like i'm here, but rather at a distance watching what i'm going through. Even though i have friends here i don't really feel like they are my friends, but rather people that i know and talk to. They introduce me to these girls who they are friends with but i just don't know how to approach them, before i had no problem and now i always second guess myself. I am unsure what to do because i will talk to them but the conversation has no meaning, no real point, but rather small talk. I guess you could say that i believe in fate at times but other times, it seems that i am here all alone. Even when there are others around me i'm all alone and there is no one out there for me. I think i use the fate as a reassurance, to say there is someone out there for me, but then i think that the honest truth is there is no one. That is hard to grasp to think that you are all alone in this world, that you won't find the one your suppose to be with, if your even suppose to be with someone. Are we to have that one person perfect for us, honestly i don't know. What if they have that fate idea for a loser like me so that i don't hurt myself in the process. If i ever find the answer i will share it but don't expect it anytime soon probably never, but if i say that then what hope do i have in finding it at all. If you want to prove me wrong or talk about it email me mart2788@yahoo.com if not don't worry i won't loose sleep over it.

The Juggernaut

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Relationship

Here's My Story:

I just started college this year. I've been talking to this girl now for a couple weeks. we have a class together. She's been really nice to me. We have been getting closer and becoming better friends. I thought that maybe she liked me because she would give me these little smiles everything she walked by and stuff. She called me the other day and was in tears because one of her ex boyfriends keeps giving her 'wrong signals' she still likes him i think but she doesnt know if she wants to date him again because they always fight. how can i get this girl to notice me as more than a friend?? i really like her and we're good friends but how can i show her that i want to take it up to the next step? or see if thats something that she would even want to do??

Thanks

Chase 18

Davenport, IA
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Relationship

This is my story:

It all started out with a girl, like most stories do right. Anyways this was my first real relationship, it started at the beginning of seventh grade and kept going until the end of freshman year in highschool. Your probably thinking oh it was a stupid kid crush, it may have been but I figured that we would keep going with it to see if it would grow into anything. She was really great, until freshman year when she started hanging out with her friends. That was fine, i got along with them but they started to have that mentality, that she shouldn't be with anyone because they weren't. There was a lot of conflict with this, because she didn't want to give up her friends, and then she also had me. After awhile she just stopped talking to me altogether. I kept trying to find out what was going on, if i did anything to make this happen. After a few times of asking her, she said that her friends were more important to her than me, and that was the one time in my life that i couldn't breath, i couldn't even think. It was the hardest thing that i ever heard, i know your probably thinking it isn't that bad of a thing to hear, but it really is, to know that the girl you were with for a couple of years through hard and good times, just threw you away like you were nothing. After that i really didn't have that many friends, because i excluded myself from everyone, i hated everyone even if they did nothing to me. Every time i thought about it i would be mad and want to hurt myself because i thought that was the only way to get this feeling out of my body. I had so much hate in me that it was making me sick, i didn't eat well i didn't talk anymore i wanted to die. This went on for the rest of the year, even into the summer i remained the same. After about eight or nine months, my body was so physically drained because one i workout a lot and i used my hate to lift even more. This was a good way to get some of the pain out, but it was hardly enough. About half way into the next year i was so sick and tired i couldn't even think about it anymore, i didn't care about it, because if i would then i would fall back into my depression. I still haven't said a word to her or her friends since, and i think it will remain that way because i don't want something bad to happen, if i would fall back into that state i don't know if i could stop it again. It was the worst i ever felt and i never want to return to that way again, to be sitting in your room with all lights off, and looking at the blade of your knife and wondering is today going to be the day. Just going downstairs and looking at all the medicine and wondering how easy it would be, and with these it would be painless, all i would do is go to sleep. Thankfully that day has never come, and i feel that if i would have talked to someone about it might have been easier but that is my problem i kept it all inside. A few years have past now and i really don't get upset anymore, i think everything was drained from me when i was younger that i can't really get upset, because one i don't get really bothered because i know how bad it really was. I try keeping myself busy because even to this day if i think about it long enough i think i might fall back into that state and i really don't want to go through that again. Just a little word of advice, not doing it was the best decision i ever made, because one i got to be there when my nephew was born, and when my brother and sister got married. If your reading and are going through the same thing i am, just think about it, and give it a few years to see what happens. I'm glad i did and now i still get a little depressed but not as bad as i did. If i think about that i also think about what i might be doing in a few years, what might happen to me in a few years. I think that keeps me going and the fact that i didn't want my nephew to grow up without an uncle, because that would have been hard on him. He may not know it but he saved my life, he was the deciding factor at my lowest point, and i'm glad that i'm here to see him grow up.

The Juggernaut

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Boyfriend/friends

Ok, so like i was dating this guy for a while and i really liked him and then school was like about to start so i wasnt sure how things were going to be since we went to different schools. i really like wanted to stay together with him because i had so much fun with him and we had a lot in common. But my friends are like telling me that i should break up with him because for one, they dont like him and two, they think i should date someone from our school. they like already have a guy picked out for me and like hes cute and everything but like i feel like they are trying to push me into something i dont know i want to do like ya know? I mean i have to put up with them everyday so like they influence what im going to do but i dont have the guts to stand up to them... what can i do ya know?

Tammy 16
Pittsburgh

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EX-friends

These girls in my grade wont even talk to me anymore... i never did anything to them. i call them and i try to send them IMs and txts but they wont answer them back. a friend of mine told me that she heard them saying things about me and calling me a slut and a whore... i never even kissed a guy before... i don't get why these girls who WERE my friends would all of a sudden start hating me...

zellusgirl21134
Johnstown

Family

My life's been through so many ups and downs. I had a great first 5 years of my life. With my parents and older sister and little brother. That all changed one cold winter day in January 1998. When people first meet me, they do not know what happened to me and my family nearly 10 years ago, instead, they see this annoying buck-toothed girl who talks non-stop. And eventually, within a few days that is, I tell them my story. And something that I am tired of is people saying "Oh I'm sooo sorry!" Because how can they be sorry if it wasn't their fault or they did not know my mother?

My mom. Her life cut short by epilepsy. And yes this is true. I'm not making this story up. Why would anyone lie about their mother dying? Anyways, my mom was the greatest mom. Ever. No one could top my sometimes scatter-brained mom. That was a poor choice of words but oh well. This is an un-edited version of the story.

My mom spent her entire life with epilepsy. Born with it, raised with it, went through high school with it, being a single mom to one and getting married and having two more children with it. My entire life, All I've gotten is pity from other kids. They're all sorry that I grew up around two males: My dad and my brother. They also give me pity for growing up away from my half-sister. My mom only had one seizure per day. That's just how it worked for her. Anyways...here's what happened that dreadful day on: January 08th 1998

It was the first day back to kindergarten after Christmas vacation. Mom got us out of bed and fed us our breakfast: cold cereal. We watched Sesame Street as we ate our cereal. My sister went out to the end of the driveway to catch her bus to the private advanced school that she attended. My dad drove me to school on his way to work and my mom and 3 year old brother stayed home like always. Sometimes my mom would walk me to school. It wasn't too far away. About half a mile. But she had a cold that morning. I do not remember the school day too clearly and some of what I know about afterwards comes from various family members. But I do remember this. Mom was not there after school with my brother to walk me home. We, my teacher and I, must have waited for about half an hour for her to walk over that hill that seperated the school and my neighborhood. She eventually took me inside and tried calling our house. No answer. So she called my dad at work. He was probably there in about 15 minutes and his work was 30 minutes away at this time of day. I hopped into our mini van and we raced home. When we got home, I recall the kitchen light being on. We first unlocked the door but the chain lock was on. We tried knocking on the door, ringing the doorbell, and calling the house. I really expected my mom to come to the door and let us in. But it never came.

My dad eventually got out his tools as I watched and worked the chain lock off the door without breaking it. We ran to my parents' bedroom and my mom was lying there in their bed. Wearing her nightgown. She was dead. My first words to my dad were "Maybe she didn't eat lunch." Remember that I was only 5 years old.

My dad called 911 and I went to my brother's bedroom. He was sitting on his bed. And he was still in his pajamas from the night before.

I don't remember a whole lot after that. I know that my grandma and aunt showed up to take my mom shopping but of course, she was dead. While they were still at our house, my sister's bus pulled up and my sister froze in place because she was afraid of bad news.

The aftermath: No mom. My sister moved in with her dad. My sister has a fear of sunflowers (we recieved a lot after our mother died; they remind her of death) My brother has a fear of being left home alone for an extended amount of time. I am afraid of seeing dead bodies. I still sometimes cry at night and it's been nearly 10 years.

And that is my story.

Dixiercat 15

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Life

This isnt really a story but i guess a lot of questions. You see, I dont understand why girls try to make you feel like shit just to make them feel better about themselves? I was friends with this group of girls for acouple years and then I joined a new club and met some new friends. Everything was going great and then one of my friends from the other group started saying things about me and telling people that i hated them and that i was being a bitch to them and everything. Im scared to even go up to them and ask them about whats going on. They keep telling people things that arent true about me and its really starting to bother me... my new friends tell me not to worry about it and when im with them im fine but then i see one of my other friends well i guess they arent my friends anymore but i see them and they just walk right by me or they turn around and go the other way.. what should i do???

sammy 15 New York, NY