I’m morbidly obese so when I was told I don’t know my own strenght by my mother years ago I started to build on it. I’m not saying a Chyna looking but I got a enough in me to carry heavy things. But every time there is a leak in our kitchen sink I’m the one who has to get down on my knees to fix it. It’s gross and it smells and I hate having to go places with wet knees.

I’ve been the one fixing the house with my grandfather’s advice for years, and I’m tired of it. While I apperciate the thought of in the future I’ll know how to do things. I want my younger brother to start. He claims he’s too weak and I’m stronger but come on! He needs to learn how to replace a toliet seat and fix the heater too!

How can I get it though my brother’s head that he needs to learn this? Even though he screams at us when we try to get him to do stuff.

Just to let you know I JUST wrote this. No more than like… 20 minutes ago. I know there is going to be spelling mistakes.

Ch. 1
“FASTER! Aaron! Can’t this thing go any faster?!? We have got to get out of here!” I shrieked. Aaron didn’t respond. He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were kept on the road. Very slowly we sped up.

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t think. What had happened. That… burning image burned into my thoughts. It felt as if I could barely breath. Suddenly I hear Aarons deep voice.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do… We’re gonna get caught aren’t we? We’re gonna go to jail…” I shook my head.
“Don’t you dare think that Aaron. We will find a way… Or… at least… I think we will…”
“No. We’re dead. We have no hope. Don’t even… Don’t even dream about us getting away with it… ‘cuz it’s not going to happen.”
“God damn it Aaron! Shut UP!”

I knew he was just scared. We weren’t going to ever see our friends again. Nor our family… He was terrified. So was I.

I rolled down my window. The wind felt good. It was so cold outside. It calmed me down. I looked out the window. The bright moon shimmered inside the truck. It was the only thing that we had for light.

We didn’t want to get caught, so Aaron had turned off his head lights and back lights. It was hard for him to drive. He couldn’t see. There was no other cars around; we were on the back roads; and so no other cars (that did have their lights on) could let him see better.

I turned to him.
“I know Aaron. It’s okay.”

He turned his head in my direction that turned back to the roads.
“What do you know Taylor.”
“You’re scared.”
“No.”
“Yes. You are, I am to. It’s okay. We can get through this.”
Aaron slowly shook his head.
“…You don’t know anything Taylor. You… you’re…. just stop talking okay? I can’t think straight.”
He turned his head to me quickly and frowned. He turned back to the road. I reached out my head and turned on the radio. I turned to a peaceful station. A orchestra was playing dramatic slow music.

I leaned back in my seat and tried to asorb the music. To not think about what had happened. It was hard, but I finally drifted off to sleep.

In my dream now, I was strapped down to a wooden chair. The same dramatic music played in my dream. I struggled and strained. My arms we’re in pain. Or atleast I dreamt they were. I tried to open my mouth but no words came out. Only the symphony of musical instruments playing together were heard.

Suddenly I was falling. Falling. Deep. Deeper. The music became more intense the faster I fell. I was still strapped to the chair when I finally stopped falling. And the music had stopped.

Then. I was awake. It was still dark, but we had stopped. Aaron wasn’t in the car. I looked down. Covering me was his jacket. I smiled. But still. Where was he? I quickly slid on his jacket and opened the door.

I looked around. We were at a mini store. I slowly walked up to the stores building and opened the door. It was very bright inside. Up at the counter was Aaron. He was handing the cashier money when he looked over at me.

He smiled.
“Hey. I thought because we hadn’t eaten all day that we might wanted something to… um… eat when you woke up… I mean. because…”
I grinned back.
“It’s okay.”

I walked over to where he stood. The cashier was a old man. He was very wrinkly and his hair was thinned and white. He snickered.

Aaron and I looked at each other, confused.
“Do you find something… funny?” Aaron asked.

The old man looked up from bagging the groceries. He smiled at us; all what of his few teeth did at least.
“Young love. It’s such a doozey.” He smirked at us.
I shook my head. “Wait. No, no, no. We’re… we’re not in love sir.”
I leaned up against the counter.
He continued smiling and turned to the cash register.
“Uh huh. Of course your not.” He sighed sarcastically.
He pulled out our change and handed it over to Aaron.

I looked at him strangely. “What would ever make you think that we were in ‘love’”?
The cashier looked at Aaron and then me. “I can see it in your eyes. Not as much in yours young lady, but I can surely see the fire in his.” He pointed to Aaron with his bony fingers.
“Also” He started up again “You’re wearing his jacket. Now that’s a sure sign of it right there.”

I pulled the jacket around me tighter and looked down.
Aaron took the money from his hand. “No! Really. We’re,” Aaron paused for a moment and looked down at me. “We’re not in love.” He continued.
The old man looked at Aaron and frowned.

“I’m truly sorry young boy. If you ever need any help, here’s my number.”
The cashier ripped off an old receipt and wrote on the back his number. He handed it to Aaron with our bag of groceries.

Aaron nodded to him thankfully and took the bags from him. I smiled at him before we left.
As soon as we got outside I asked.
“What the hell was that all about? Young love? Him giving you his number if you need any ‘help’??? Gosh.
btw for the "orchestra" on the radio I was listening to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Vc3AKU40Us&feature=PlayList&p=8B262DA6BA493C3A&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=80

wich is the URL for a youtube video. I just thought you might enjoy it as much as I did!
OH! Sorry! I just read my question again and I didn’t put in the rest of the chapter! If you want here it is (ending after "gosh.")

People these days.” I zipped up his jacket on me, and stormed ahead to the truck.

Aaron was soon in the truck to. We both pulled our doors shut at the same time. He pulled out his keys and stuck them into the key ignition. The radio started back up again. This time a ‘tragic’ song came on.

His hand reached down to the heat and turned it up. He looked over at me, and I looked up. I smiled. He smiled back. We didn’t love each other, I knew that for a fact. I knew it wasn’t true. I was never going to admit it. Never. Psh! We weren’t in love!.., were we?

Thanks for commenting peoples! haha…

when using the heater on my 1999 olsmobile aurora, the heater blows hot air on the drivers side and hot air in the back seat….
and blows ice cold air on the passengers side.
Can this be a fuse? If, not what can it be please?

I grew up in an odd way. My dad was an alcoholic and drug addict. My mom was as well, but not nearly as bad as my dad. Whenever my dad smoked marijuana, life was great. However, he never just smoked marijuana…he got drunk most nights and he was a very violent drunk. When he mixed his alcohol with pills, he was dangerous. When I was little, my stomach hurt me all the time because it was always in knots from stress.

My dad was a good man…he was just messed up. He played guitar, sang, painted, wrote poetry and so forth. He lived a rock star life in a small town. When I was 11, my mom divorced my dad and ran off with a man worse than my dad (my dad had been in jail countless times, but they were all misdemeanors…this man had been in jail for shit like rape). I stayed with my mom for a while, but when her boyfriend hit me I left. I lived with my dad in a 1 room trailer that had no water, electricity, heat or anything. We had 1 piece of furniture…a love seat in which most nights my dad was passed out on, so I slept on the floor. We had a kerosine heater that cooked our food and kept us warm. We had cement blocks stacked up out back that we could do our “business” on. Despite everything that was bad, I was happy. Sure, my dad put me through hell…but, he was my dad and I loved him.

When I was 13 my dad left me. I moved in with my mamaw. My dad had moved about an hour and a half away…we know because the hospital in his new town had to call us several times because he was a regular patient (he got the crap beat out of him a lot apparently..but he didn’t feel or remember anything because he would be drunk). That’s all I’m going to say about that time in his life, because I can’t stand to think about it.

When I was 14, my dad died of a drug overdose. My heart became broken beyond repair it seems. For a year after he died, I didn’t leave my room except to go to school…and I’m not exaggerating. I didn’t leave the house for anything…well, around Christmas time I did go to the store to buy my grandparents presents. But that was it.

I wanted to die. I contemplated suicide every day…I even had a suicide not. However, I never acted…I was too afraid of what would happen afterward. I was like that for 3 years. In the past year, I’ve improved some. I’m still not happy, but I don’t hide in my room anymore. Sure, every other day I want to tell the world to f*ck off and go listen to Pink Floyd…but I don’t. Will I get better? Or am I forever screwed up?

I can’t afford to see a psychiatrist so I’m hoping some of you can give me some kind words. Thanks!
Sorry, I meant to tell you my age. I’m 18.

Be honest I want to know if its good or not.

Chapter 1

Moving Day, the dreaded orange truck makes its way slowly around the dark corner onto my street, my home, where I belong! My mom pats my back trying to comfort me and gives me a half hearted smile.
“Cheer up sweet-ums. Your father didn’t ask his job to transfer him… and right know the extra money isn’t a bad thing.” The little extra money, money is always my moms excuse. And the problem is we don’t have money problems. I do my dad’s taxes and the majority of his bank stuff. (He isn’t good with the computer and with his “Going Green” streak he refuses to do his banking any other way).
“Alright everything is packed up and ready to go if you want to start out we’ll fallow miss.” The over-weight mover with a blue jump suit and matching baseball cap on backwards announced to my mom.
“Of course lets get a move on shall we!” I walk over to my mom who has gone into the kitchen to grab her purse
“Mom… are you really happy about this. I mean a little extra money is never bad but why? Why now mom I am just going into high school mom! And all of my friends and … just why?”
She didn’t respond and just stood with her back faced towards me.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
I could hear little sobs and she slowly turned around and flopped her head on my shoulder quietly crying so dad couldn’t hear . “No, lily its not okay I am not happy about this… but all we have is your father’s job, and his boss— ” she took a minute to cry and then finished “ his boss was threatening firing him if he didn’t take the transfer. All I ever wanted was to live happly with my lovely kids and your father. To live with out worries and one day when the time comes to be able to send you to college but with the twins and me quieting my job to take care of them it isn’t the way I planned.”
I didn’t know what to say so I just kept on patting her back and comforting her. “Well we better get going” I said awkwardly “The mover will start to get impatient”
“Your right… honey, could you do me a favor and could we kept this little chat between you and me. I wouldn’t want anyone, especially your father finding out about this.”
“Sure thing… wait I think I have something you might like.” I ran to my tote bag full of my knick nacks and things I wanted to bring on the car ride to our new residence.
I came back holding my brand new leather journal. “Hear… this always has helped me get out those feeling that you want to share with someone with out anyone to share them with.”
“You know honey you could have always come to me,” I gave her a look that ment that wouldn’t always happen “ Okay, thanks Hun but … no thanks… I’ll be fine.”
The great thing about me and my mom’s relationship is that we were more like friends then parent daughter (except for the fact that she called me Hun). “Mom, just take it and try to use it trust me on this one.”I then walked out of the room to my toote again then out to the car where my older brother Rev ( his real name is Tom but when I was younger I used to call him Rev because I thought he looked like a guy on the tv and always called him rev and it just stuck.) any the twins Max and Lexi, were getting strapped in by Dad.
“You ready to go squirt?” Dad asked me as I buckled my seat belt in the last row in the mini van.
“What ever” I replyed I took out my outdated ipod and put the head phones in my ear and opened my journal I was still angry about the moving and nothing was goning to change it.

Dear Journal,
I have just buckled myself in to a trip to torture. I am not looking forward to this new town. What a summer ruiner, this was supposed to be the best summer of my life I am going in to high school next year baby and now at a completely new school with completely new friends ( if I can find them). Well the engine has started and mom has buckled her self in I can see the leather covering of the journal I gave her peaking from her purse. I don’t even know the city in which we are moving to or where it is errgh this totally stinks! This is not a good thing for me. I just got my confidence up last year and now it is all for nothing. Leaving for know I am going to try and sleep threw this terrible hours.
Later…
I had the strangest dream. We moved into this strange house. I couldn’t stop spinning and then something flew up to me I guess it was a fly and it stopped me gave me a smile (it had a miniature human face) and after the smile it blinked and disappeared. I then woke up. It was so strange but what ever. The thing I find really strange is that I have never remembered any of my dreams… well not many anyways. I am off we are turning the corner onto the street of our new residence . HELP ME!

Chapter 2

“Now what a cute little street!” my mother said with a really believable smile but I knew it was all a lie.
“Huh… you think there are sports here?”
“ Shut – up Rev is there anything else you talk about!?”
“ At

touches the seat) feels very warm — as if I had sat on a spot where the heater vent was blowing. It is in no way painful, it’s just ‘interesting’. Any idea what could account for that?

okay 3 years ago my dad bought a car for my sister. everything was fine till 2 years ago when my sister crash. (the reason they crash is because her ex boyfriend hit her and then pulled her hair all the way down the the seat) imagine driving around 60-70 MPH she lost control and crash the car flip a couple of times, she was pregnant fortunately the baby came out just perfect thanks to god. the guy was drunk. he did not had the seat belt on so he flew out the car through the window he he turned out fine. the police arrested him because he said he was the one driving and he was drunk. but my sister was so he was taking the fault for the accident. later my sister talk and said she was driving.
so they let him out but the police never knew that he hit her when driving. because my sister loved him so she didn’t said nothing either. the insurance gave 10k to the guy for the hospital and stuff. my sister since she was pregnant the baby covered her. but they still had to pay the car there were like 6k left by "k" i mean thousand. but the car was still under my dad’s name. they got separate. so there was a deal between my dad and him. by word. since it was hes fault he was gonna keep paying for the car. he pay a couple of months but then he stop paying it. but my did didn’t know. so now a letter came home saying my dad is in collection. my sister and her ex. are both illegal immigrants… what happens is that my dad doesn’t like the idea of being i collection. what could happen if my dad talks and say’s the truth? that the ex. hit her wile she was driving and was drunk and that with the 10 thousand dollars he bought a new truck for him self and didn’t used it for the hospital. and hes living the life to the fullest and my dad in a hole. for the collection.??? if my dad talks could they do anything at all ? and have Police ICE involved? even though they have nothing to do in this? or what could happen?

I recently purchased a 2003 Jetta 1.8T. and so far I could not be happier. However…. I have noticed over the course of the past few days that occasionally and briefly the Battery light will flicker and go off. Well today it actually blinked, as in it stayed on for a good second and went off. I think it blinked twice and I turned all accessories off and it did not come back on. Could this be a bad battery? I live in Iowa and I run the heated seats/defroster(s)/ heater on high almost daily.
The car has not given me any trouble whatsoever with starting or running the accesories….. I am going to put a gel-cell battery in it because the one that is in it is about 6 years old. Should I still have the alternator checked out?
Or is there a way for me to check the alternator myself without unhooking stuff?

i just got a 2006 Hyundai Elantra and i want to put some cool things inside. do you know any good websites for things like seat covers, floor mats, and anything else that would "pimp" my car haha

Im 15, so im in the middle of my gcse time. And as part of my english anthology , i am to write a descriptive piece about anything we want. what do you think so far then, any ideas and suggestions will be appreciated also……

As I watch, the waves from the shore look fun and almost innocent as they crest and then crash over one another. I can taste the salt in they air and watch little rainbows glisten through the prisms of the ocean’s spray. The warm ocean water toward the shore is covered with foam and bubbles from the rumbling waves as children and their families play in the gritty tan colored sand. I think to myself, “This is perfect”.

I make the final preparations on my Yamaha Waverunner. All of the fluid levels check full and there is a faint smell of gasoline mixed with the aromas of salt and fish in the air. I am now ready to brave and jump the mighty ocean waves of South Padre Island!

Before the truck backs the trailer into the warm waters at the dock and lowers the Waverunner into the blue-green abyss, I crank the engine for a final systems check. It roars powerfully, drowning out the sound of the birds circling overhead, as thick black and gray smoke initially pours from the exhaust and then slowly drifts away on the wind’s light breeze. I turn the impressive machine off to finish my final preparations.

As I put on the Jet Pilot lifejacket and tighten the thick blue straps, I remind myself to stay calm and not to make stupid or impulsive decisions during my journey into the ocean. It is easy to push oneself to the limits and lose track of reality. I must remember to respect Mother Nature at all times and keep in mind that I am not invincible.

I climb aboard the Waverunner and grab hold of the handbars, warm from the bright sun. Now the truck begins to back up, gently lowering me on this powerful machine into the calm waters of the docking area. As I drift from the trailer, I take a moment to look around and enjoy the peaceful serenity of the smooth, almost glass-like, water.

As I push the start button and the Waverunner roars to life, the power vibrates my seat at first and then settles into a soft rumble. I navigate my way through the docks until I am in the channel. I can now press the throttle and hang on for a fun ride! While the waves through the exit channel are only half of the size of the ocean’s mighty waves, this gives me time to warm up and get in sync with the powerful 135 horse powered Waverunner. I am now ready to take on the Gulf of Mexico!

I drive out far enough to stay out of the foamy white surf. Suddenly, the ocean begins to crest around me. As I drive into the waves, I am careful to only depress the throttle to a maximum of half power. Any more would be foolish and could cause a wipeout. I approach a wave with a perfect peak and at the ideal time. I gently squeeze the throttle and the loud roar of the engine fills my ears as the power pushes me up to the foamy white crest of the wave.

In an instant, I am no longer floating on the water, but I am soaring like the beautiful white birds through the misty air. In one brief moment, I look down and estimate that I am eight to ten feet in the air for a split second before I begin my descent back to the briny waters. In a flash the back end of the Waverunner sits down into the ocean with the front following in a rocking motion. All around me is a fine spray of the salty water. I have landed!

Salt and sweat mix to run down my face and into my mouth. I swallow some of the brackish mixture as I wipe my face with my hand and then run my hand through my dripping hair to dry it out. I think to myself, “What a way to spend an afternoon”.

Soon, I notice that the sun is slowly fading in the west so I decide to turn back toward the docks. As I enter the entrance channel, I decide to return at a slower pace to enjoy my last few minutes at sea. The sun reflects off the water in brilliant colors of gold, orange and red. The beads of sweat and water glimmer on my bronze skin in the vanishing rays of light.

To my surprise, I look out and see smooth gray hump with a dorsal fin surface about twenty feet in front of me. It is a dolphin! What a beautiful sight. As this intelligent creature slides back under the ocean’s surface, I spot two more dolphins and then another joins them. The first dolphin emerges again to make a total of four. They are swimming in front of me, playing in the surf. It is almost as if they are leading me to shore. As I idle through the channel, they slowly disappear back to their home in the Gulf.

Once the dolphins are gone, I gently squeeze the throttle and head back to the docks. With a final look back, a see the sun’s reflection off of the glassy smooth water as the ripples of my wake break the surface behind. I think about what a wonderful experience this day has been.

Approaching the boat trailer, I realize how physically tired I am from the constant rush of adrenaline br