Hello there! I was just wondering if this story was any good. Please constructive criticism only, that would be wonderful. But yeah. Here is my story! Enjoy!

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 n
Sorry heres the rest of it

number if you need any ‘help’??? 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?

I had two dreams last night; here’s the first:

I was in some sort of parking lot that was covered in grass and the buildings on one of the busiest roads in my town were completely gone; it was just some sort of field, but I definitely recognized the area. Then suddenly there were a lot of old, used cars in the field, and apparently you had to pick one, so I ended up picking a large pink monster truck (don’t ask). Then my ex-boyfriend who has recently asked me out again climbed in the passenger seat and put his arm around me. Then I just looked at him with a disgusted face. Something came over me and I leaned in to kiss him, but HE rejected ME this time. I distinctly remember calling him a jerk then I tried to kiss him again, and he made out with me. Then later into the dream there was some unknown force coming in and we had to hide from them, I guess. So then me and the guy and my best friend ( I have no idea where she came from ) took off through the trees and came across this open area where there were some types of natives (??) playing a game I guess. Then we started talking to them and stuff and my ex-boyfriend kind of warped into my crush, this I do not know when it took place. It was really weird, and I think I knew I was dreaming. Then I woke up in the middle of the night and fell back asleep.

Now for the second dream:

Me, my other best friend, and my mom all went to a restaurant, the same one that we were in the parking lot of in the previous dream. Then a very cute guy who looks exactly like one of my friend’s older brothers comes up to us and he’s a waiter at the restaurant. Then we held a brief conversation that I don’t remember. I just remember him saying "I shed the stupid tag in my senior year." That made sense in the conversation but now that I look at it, it makes absolutely no sense. Then he came back and I read his name tag, and it said Max then the familiar last name. So I said, "You’re Malia’s brother." He nodded then he motioned for me on the edge of the booth to scoot over and he sat down rather close to me and made awkward small talk and stuff.

What do any of these mean, I’m so confused. It could mean absolutely nonsense, and I want to know if it doesn’t even mean anything at all. Thanks!

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…

Hey everyone, here’s the story.
I was driving down a fairly busy road during the day. When a traffic light had turn red, the 10-15 odd so cars in front of me slowed down to a stop, and so did I. After being stopped for about close to 4-5 seconds, me and my passenger heard a car honk half a second before a car hit me from behind. Obviously this is not my fault whatsoever, the woman who hit me from behind was charged and her insurance covered my car’s damages (close to 7 thousand) haha yeah… hit me pretty hard.
About a month later, the police officer who handled the accident called to inform me that I have a court hearing in 2 months involving the issue. The woman is taking this case to court to lessen the charges. I’m 17 years old and slightly worried about the hearing.
Should I be worried about this? I have two witnesses to this accident. One being my friend who sat in the passenger seat next to me, and the other which is a Tow truck driver who saw the entire thing. I sent the car to the auto body shop right there and then after the police came. And it’s good as new now. I’m wondering whether or not I would need to do anything to prepare for this hearing?
Would I need to bring my friend, or contact the tow truck driver? My parents may have to work that day, so I may be alone at the court. Do I need to prepare anything to say?
If I do attend, is there any chance that the charges will be reverse and the blame be put on me?
Thank you very much everyone.

My mom , dad , brother and I all went to NC to see snow and there was alot of fighting betweene me and my annoying , immature brother . he dosent know how to leave me alone and I am the one who gets yelled at by my mom ( not surpriseing ) . he is 17 and im 4 years younger than he is . he is so immature and annoying . well today on our way back my mom started yelling at me and I sayed something to my parents back and she looked at my dad and sayed " she dosent want us to be togather " and that isnt true , I do want them to be togather but they have relationship issues . so I sayed " that is such a lie , you are the one that sayed you didnt want to be with him " and that is the truth she always tells me how she wants to leave him . and she went CRAZY , she was hitting the inside of the car and she was screaming " f*** " and then after her screaming she looked at me and screamed " I HATE YOU ANYMORE " and then she turned back around in the seat and sayed " I dont want anything to do with you any more , EVER " and she sayed "when you have hurt feelings dont talk to me about them , when something is bothering you never talk to me ever again " and then she freaked out and grabbed a cigarett and told my freaking spoild annoying , immature brother to cover him nose because she was about to smoke and she sayed parents dont smoke in there cars because they care about there children and she looked at me and sayed " I . DONT . CARE ". and the situation came up later in the ride and she denies EVERY thing . was it wrong for her to tell me she hates me and that she dosent care if I breathe in smoke and that if I had hurt feelings never to tell her ? she denies it and im not talking to that woman . I am angry at her , she never yells at my stupid ass brother but she yells at me .

OK, I had Night Terrors from when I was born to when I was about 7. I am 12 now. I have been having nightmares every night and sometimes, they are so scary, that I am frightened to go to bed.

Thursday’s Nightmare: I am walking in the graveyard singing a disturbed version of Miss Mary Mack (The one with the knife in her back one…). Then, there is fog everywhere and I see hands coming out of the graves. I look at the grave in front of me and then I see my father (who is alive) and he grabs my neck and starts pulling me down into the grave. I start kicking and screaming but no matter what, he just keeps pulling me down. Then, I wake up screaming.

Friday’s Nightmare: I am sitting in the back seat of my mother’s truck. My mom is driving, my aunt is in the passenger seat, my cousin is on the side seat in the back, my little sister is in the middle, and I am on the other side seat to my little sister’s right. My little sister is playing her DS while my cousin and I are just talking. Then, outside, it starts going foggy. We all just look at each other. Then, there is a little bridge thing in front of us. As we go forward, we see a guy in front of the car, he isn’t moving. Then, he looks at us, and his face is covered in blood. We all gasp and I cover my little sister’s eyes. She starts crying and my cousin and I comfort her. Then, the guy dissapears and we start seeing graves in front of us and we start screaming. We then see hands coming for the windows and my mom starts trying to speed up. Then, a bloody hands comes to my window leaving blood all over my window. I scream and then I jolt awake. That dream scared the crap out of me and I was scared to get into the car for about 2 weeks.

Saturday’s Nightmare: My family (my mom, dad, little sister, and I) are in a car. There are 2 cars behind us. In one car, there is my uncle, my aunt, and my cousin. In the next, there is My grandmother, my other little cousin, and her brother (my other little cousin too). We are going to the same place, but I have no idea where that is. Then, there is a mansion like place in front of us and there is an entrance for cars. Our car goes in and then the doors close. Then, the car just moves forward by itself. It somehow goes upstairs and then we see blood on the walls and knifes on the ground. Then, we see a few bodies and I scream and cover my little sister. My mother then goes to the back seat with us and hugs us with her dear life. My father holds onto us the whole time. Then, we see some guy and he is holding a knife in front of us. The car stops and he opens the doors. He is about to stap my dad, who is holding us protectively, and then I jolt awake, gasping and there are tears in my eyes.

Sunday’s (Last Night) Nightmare: I am walking in a grave holding hands with my cousin. I ask why we are here and she just looks confused and says that it was my idea and asks why I don’t remember. And then, we go inside a place that is in a graveyard, I think it is called a Mausoleum? Anyway, we go inside and then we see a tomb. I don’t know why, but I open it in some kind of trance. There, we see a dead body of a king or whatever. Then, a ghost hand comes out of the stomach and starts pulling on my cousins neck, dragging her down. She screams and I try to help her. But, then she just goes right through the body and I can’t see her, but I can hear her scream faintly, yelling my name and yelling for help. I gasp and then I start to cry (I think of her as my best friend even though she doesn’t know it..or atleast I don’t think she does..?). Then, I am pulled down also. I kick and scream but it is no use. Then, I am in water. I am not breathing (it is like I don’t have to…). The top is lightish darkish, the bottom is completely dark. I am in the middle, a little darker than the top but not as dark as the bottom. I am struggling to reach the top, but I just can’t. I scream and bubbles escape, floating up and I never see them reach the top. (BTW: I can see clearly in the water). Then, I am cold and I start shivering. Then, it starts going blurry. I try and move and then I try to see where my cousin is. Then, I see an old lady who looks so familar to me. I squint to try and see her. She just calls my name all ghostly (the moaning part). Then, she says, "I haven’t seen you in 7 years…..*insert name here*" I gasp. Then, I a hand pulls my leg and starts pulling me under the water all the way. I kick and scream more. Then, I see a figure and they pull out a knife and is about to stab me. I scream and wake up.

Why do I keep having these dreams? (I know it was long, but that wasn’t even half of what my other dreams are…) I am scared….No, I am not on any medication and I haven’t done anything different. No diet thing I haven’t overworked myself…nothing…..Please help?

Low end torque where is you feel it from the start of the RPM’s, but High end torque is when you feel more power when the RPM’s are at their highest levels.

When you drive a car with low end torque, it makes you feel like you’re getting pushed back hard in your car seat like…."Vrroom…..Damn! What starting off power this car has!" from the start when you push on the gas.

When you drive a high end torque car it feels like your car can catch up with anyone’s car. It feels like it’s covering a lot of ground in a short amount of time and it has a lot of top speed. As if it’s taking huge strides on the road like a cheetah or something! Like it’s using the road ahead as a vacuum for it’s power and the farther it goes down the road the more powerful the vacuum (your car) is sucking in the power! What a thrill as well. Anyway, that’s what my sports car feels like because it has a lot of high end torque. I drive a Toyota Celica GT-S. Now, I love sportscars just like everybody else but what other cars do you know of have high end torque? If I ever get another sportscar I want a high end torque sports car, I love the second feel better when I’m in a sportscar.

Does the government hate bicyclists and want to see them all die? In my town they put the freakin bicycle lane right BETWEEN the forward lanes of traffic and the right turn lane so that cars HAVE to cross it in order to turn right! And as if that’s not dangerous enough, they require bicyclists to travel in the SAME direction of travel as the traffic! At least if the poor guy on the bike was FACING the car, he might have a chance to avoid it when the make up applying, cell phone talking, drunken dip sh!^ in the car with a screaming kid in the back seat is paying no attention to the road changes lanes RIGHT into him at 45 mph! When I was a kid they used to give safety classes on how to survive childhood and they always told us to look both ways before we cross the street, cover your mouth when you sneeze, and ride your bike in the OPPOSITE direction of the flow of traffic so you can SEE all the morons that are trying to kill you and at least TRY to avoid them! Why is it that once we become adults the rules for bicycles change into suicidal ideology?
And its not just the bicyclists who have to be pissed about this. When I’m driving my car I can’t freaking stand it when some dufus in tight underwear is riding his bike down the street at 5 miles per hour with nothing between me and him but a couple of painted white lines. I say, get out of the dang street and ride the F ing bike on the dang sidewalk. I think the bikers and pedestrians dodging each other is a little less psychotic of a game then the bikers and cars trying to do the same.
With me or against me?

i have a 2001 volvo v70 xc and the battery finally went dead this weekend. i went and got a battery and changed it out just like i have done on several other cars. this time, something blew and i have no idea of what it could be. everything works on the car except for the the climate control system representing the fan, a/c, and seat heaters. none of the lights even come on. so if anyone has any advice on what that could be, please let me know! thanks!

Hi, I have an old Ford Escort (1997) similar to this one http://members.aceweb.com/ronsmith/cars/T21z_x.jpg
I have spent the last few months working on the engine and other parts now im going to be working on the interior.
Just after ideas as for what colour seats, carpet, etc.
The car is going to be sprayed black as its an easier colour to do so any ideas on colour of interior?
I haven’t done this before thats why I need some help. Any ideas or tips on what to do with it would be greatly appreciated.
The carpets and seat covers etc have been ripped out so im starting from scratch.

Thanks for your help.