So I am guy that’s almost 16 and im looking at SUV’s and I’ve found a 2003 Mercury Mountaineer Premier V8 AWD with 78,000 miles on it for ,986. Its a great price and it has a third row seat, dvd system, and sunroof. I originally wanted a 2003-2005 Ford Explorer Eddie Bauer or Limited V8 but have had a hard time finding one. Gas, insurance, and maintenece wont be a problem my dad is very mechanically inclined and i can cover my gas and insurance as my insurance was quoted at 6 every 6 months which isn’t bad at al! So tell me what you think about this truck!
I think the mileage is average its a 7 year old car with 78,000 miles, thats around 11,000 miles a year!

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

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?

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?

Ray’s steel grey eyes glared at the silver moon while he was sitting on a tree branch and thinking about his life. The giant oak tree was located right by his bedroom window, and had a branch that was perfectly aligned with the window.
“Can anything get worse?” Ray thought to himself.
Ray got up from the tree branch and walked back into his room. Right as he closed the window his parents walked into the room.
“Ray we need to talk.” his mom said.
“About what?” Ray asked.
“We got you a ticket to Alaska, so that you can stay with your Aunt Tracey.”
“Why exactly?”
“Your mother and I are going on a business trip to Florida. Our company might be merging with another, so we will be gone for two months.” his father informed him.
Ray fell down on his bed and stared at his parents.
“I like Tracey, but I don’t like my annoying cousin Seth.” Ray said.
“I know, but you have to go.” his mom replied.
“The day you get to Alaska will be your sixteenth birthday, so we sent a present down to your Aunt’s house.” she added.
“So I’m leaving next week?”
“Yeah, so you have time to say bye to your friends.” his dad said
The next day when Ray got on the bus he got tripped.
“What’s up James. Once again you choose to trip me.”
“Hey freak haven’t got that scar covered?” James asked.
“I’ve had this since I was born, and it is part of my image, so go kiss your boyfriend.” Ray replied.
James punched Ray and then sat back down. Ray fell back into the seat that his friend Nicole was sitting in.
“I deserved that.” Ray laughed.
“You do know that I’m dating James right?” Nicole asked.
“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

“It doesn’t matter he’s a jerk, so me and him are over.”
“Oh, well that’s to bad.” Ray said.
Once they got to school Ray and Nicole noticed something strange going on. A large truck pulled up with the word Magic on it.
“A magic show? Great.” Ray said sarcastically.
Three men stepped out of the large green truck. One man had on an unzipped winter coat with no under shirt. Another man had on a ripped t-shirt while the third had on a shirt with flames on it. All of the kids stared at the three men as they unloaded their truck. The men walked to the back of the school to set up their performance tent.
An hour before school ended there was an announcement over the intercom.
“Attention students, go to the back of the school to watch an amazing magic show.” the principal announced.
All of the kids slowly walked like zombies to the show tent.
“I hope this isn’t boring.” Ray said.
“Yeah.” Nicole replied.

i want to sell my 86 chevy silverado. the AC doesnt work, the passenger window has a short, so sometimes it works sometimes it doesnt. the windshield wipers also have a short in the motor, so they sometimes dont work. just replaced radiator. heater works, interior is CLEAN have seat covers on, never used seats.truck is clean, has a little weather damage on driver side rear fender. and the wood in the bed is water damaged on a couple of areas, causing the wood to slightly lift…where can i get a quote? or can you help?
ok..well besides what i said was wrong with it…it still runs great!! i mean its really nice i have it posted on craigslist i cant see giving it away, and asking 500 for it….my dad and i have takin very good care of it as well as the engine etc….that seems like too little…

Okay so maybe you have read the first part, but i reached the maximum number of questions i could ask today. so i had to use a different account.
please, suggestions.
i have aim- csdkelsey93

Chapter 1
I stared at the wall choking back tears once again. They were arguing again. In my small life of sixteen years, I have been through so much. From being “accidentally” slapped by my dad, to being verbally abused by my mom. My life is not, by any means, a piece of cake.
As I listened to the screaming from the living room, I wondered why parents couldn’t just get along. And then I heard it, the sound of glass hitting the floor. I jumped up from the couch and walked quickly to the door of the kitchen and peeked through. Mama was sitting on the floor crying, and Dad was already making his exit. At least no one was hurt.
I walked over to her and bent down to where she was sitting. “You okay?”
“NO!” she screamed with such intensity, I swear the house moved. I got up and went to my bedroom with tears rolling down my face. I walked past my little brother, Kevin, and reassured him that everything would be okay.
I walked into my room with so little noise, I started to convince myself I wasn’t moving. As I approached the bed my dog, Lilith, walked in and beat me to the bed. Lilith is a gorgeous German Shepherd with long silky black hair and spots of white on her chest. I plopped onto the bed, laid beside her and started giving her a belly rub, while I thought of how my life could get any worse, and the lack of thinking caused me to go to sleep rather quickly.

I woke up to the annoying continuous sound of beeping right next to my ear. As I dragged myself out of bed, I thought about what I was going to wear that day, and finally chose a pair of dark jeans accompanied by a t-shirt and hoodie. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, just a normal face. My eyes were red and puffy from crying myself to sleep, and my hair was like a rats nest, going in every way possible. I picked up the brush and painfully made my way through it, and smiled at myself because the end result was not much better than when I got up. I quietly walked to Kevin’s room, careful not to wake Mama, and woke him up. Kevin was a cute little eight year old, who was into trucks and mud as much as any other eight year old boy. Knowing that if he didn’t get up, he would stay home with Mama, so that motivated him to get up rather quickly.
I fixed cereal for breakfast and we both sat in silence and ate our food. As the elementary bus pulled up, Kevin drank the remains of his milk and with a simple bye, headed out the door.
I had a good twenty minutes before my bus would get here, so I indulged myself into self-pity, and before I knew it, the bus was here.
I stepped on the bus with all the courage I could gather and stared at my feet as I walked down the aisle to sit with Chloe. Chloe has been my best friend since the “diaper days.” And we spend every chance we get with each other. Chloe lives on a for acres of farmland which comes in handy when you love horses. She has blonde hair that runs halfway down her back, and is usually put in a braid. She wears overalls and always says things like “Ya’ll” and “Down yonder” which always makes me giggle.
I have stepped on this bus for nearly two years now, and something felt different, as though their was a bad presence. I looked around for any signs of abnormality, and my eyes met two strangers of whom I have never seen before. I held the stare for what seemed like forever, and one of them slowly met my gaze, and I forced myself to look away.
“Hey Chloe, how was your weekend?”
“It was fun, you know living at the farm takes a lot out of you. What about you?” Instead of answering with the truth about being yelled at, I simply said “It was okay” and stared at the seat in front of me until we reached Helena High School.
As soon as I stepped off the bus Chloe said her goodbyes and headed off to her first period class. Dimitri was there waiting for me with a smile on his face. Dimitri has the cutest smile ever, his teeth are perfectly white and straight and his lips are so thin. He’s pretty tall with a slender body, but very muscular. Normally, although I don’t know why, Dimitri always wears a turtleneck that covers his neck and arms. The shirt he was wearing today was tighter than normal and it perfectly outlined the six-pack that hid underneath. His black hair was extremely hot, it was always perfectly straight and covered his eyes almost completely. When his hair wasn’t covering his eyes, you could see that he has long eyelashes with dreamy brown eyes that seem to go on forever. Its as though, through his eyes, I see his soul. He was perfect in every way that I was not.
“So how was your weekend, Mr. Dimitri?” I smiled playfully as he grinned at the “Mr.” he now was.
“It was fun. Went fishing with my dad. That was pretty much the highlight of my week, watchin

My 19 yr old daughter has just lost another job and I am at my wits end.
She was in rehab at the age of 17, had a baby at 18 (baby stays with father most of the time because he does not & will not work) and moved home with us (mom & pop) at 19 in January 08. When we found out she was pregnant we bought her a nice car (02 Toyota camry) because we didn’t want our grandchild riding in something that was not dependable. Since January she has worked at 3 jobs and just recently got on with JCPenney (new store they are opening). Back in May she took a rode trip to see her best friend (her dad & I tried to talk her out of it.) leaving late at night and it was about a 200 mile drive. She wrecked the car. Fortunately she ws covered under our insurance. We paid the deductible, had the car repaired.
On the way to work at JCPenney last week the car breaks down. I paid to have the car towed to a service center and then to the Toyota Dealership. Needed about 00 of repair work. I didn’t want her to loose her job and even though I work I offered to take off to transport her back & forth to work (this is not a problem with the people I work with, they have been great to me).
I should point out that even though she is living with us there are times that she does not come home at all and we do not hear from her for days at a time. We would have a blowout about this behavior ,things would be good for a while then she would start again.
She worked this past Sunday did not come home, called me Monday morning to check her Schedule to see what time she needed to go to work. She was off but needed to work Tuesday @ 8am, and Wednesday @ 8am, off on Thursday. I did not hear from or see her until Wed. Wanting some money she had asked me to hold on to for her. I asked her why she wasn’t at work, she told me she didn’t have to be there until 12noon. ( Well I didn’t think that was unusal because I had worked in retail before and my schedule would change.) The dealership called, her car was ready, her dad and I went down and picked it up. She has ragged the car out. Stains all over seats and floor mats. Radio yanked out of it. Took it home and put it in the barn. I didn’t see her until Thursday Afternoon. Didn’t tell her the car was there. This morning she told me how much she hated living there,… that I was bringing her down. Later she called me at work and asked me when her car was supposed to be ready. I tell her if she is honest with me I will be honest with her. Did she still have a job? No. Did she work Tuesday or Wednesday? No Why not? Don’t know.
So then I tell her that her car is in the barn but she can not have it back until she gets another job. The person that she has been hanging out with can cart her around until she finds another job. She started cussing me and I just hung up the phone and now am rejecting her calls.
Am I wrong? Should I give her the car and tell her just to get her stuff and leave? Help!!!!
I appreciate everyone’s input. My grandson lives with his father most of the time and is in no danger. My daughter was in rehab for drug abuse. I love her very much and when her car broke down she called me crying asking me what she was going to do. I felt sorry for her and helped her because I didn’t want her to loose her job. This could have been a great opportunity for her. She is such a personable young woman. Great sense of humor. All thru her school career, her teachers would tell me what a delight she was and how much they enjoyed teaching her. EVERYBODY LIKES HER.
Maybe I should just let her have the car and tell her to leave. I have no idea where she would go and I know that I would worry about her.
When she was 13 she wanted to be treated like she was 19 , now
She is 19 and acts like a child.

I just want honest opinions as to whether I should continue- is my writing style any good? I mean it when i say honest. im 18. thankyou

Prologue-

I continued running, stepping barefoot through the never ending forest of large pine trees as mud splashed onto my bare legs from the pouring rain. A thunderstorm was fast approaching.

Panting heavily, I finally made my way out into the open field of green grass and wilting yellow daisies, with the amazing Brooklyn mountains sitting so peacefully in the distance.

My knees plodded to the ground where more mud splashed onto my white, expensive dress, but i was far from concerned. I then screamed as loud as I could looking up into, what was now, the night sky with rain now soaking my hair. I cried hysterically not even caring if anybody was there witnessing my disgrace. My chest felt tight, there was a hole where my heart used to be, and I pleaded with the storm to strike me.

"Why?!" I screamed into the empty space "Why me?!" It was pointless, but I just hoped something, anything could hear me… that someone would just appear from behind me and tell me it’s all over…. anything would be better than this… even death. I layed in the rain on my back, spoiling my dress further. I stared up at the sky sobbing to myself and knowing i would have to face reality sooner than later.

Chapter One

I was just eleven years old when my mother announced we were moving to New York. I was neither happy nor sad about the decision, as New Jersey didn’t offer me much. I didn’t have many friends, in fact, my family were my closest friends, my dad being number one. I spent most of my days struggling through school and when I had free time I would sit down and read. I could read all day if I was allowed. I had an imagination like no other. My parents would constantly have to snap me out of my day dreaming and would have to yell twice as loud when they called me to dinner because I was always buried deep into my books. I was only really happy when i was reading… and living my life through characters in books, as my life was quite dull and boring. Ballet was pretty much the only other way I could free my happiness. I had been taking classes since I was three and wanted to be a ballet teacher when I was older- I was set on that.

I was never told the exact reason why we were moving- my instincts told me it was because we just needed change. Nothing was really happening for us here and we had been here since the year I was born. I think Mum was interested in going back to school and finishing her degree in nursing and Dad never had any problems finding a job- as everybody seemed to adore him just the way I did and he was a top business man, so moving wouldn’t have too much of an effect on him. He was a special man.. funny, intriguing, as friendly as one could be, he was my hero. My brother, Steven, was a lot like him except much more irritating and not quite as smart- but god, did they look alike. Dark features, olive skin, perfectly straight teeth. I looked a lot like my mum- she was tall, slender with long, wavy brown hair. She was very trendy and was more into the fashion than I was. I was often asked if she was my older sister. I loved my mum but we just didn’t have a connection like my dad and I.

It was the day of the big move and as the large black and white furniture trucks took off, we followed right behind. I took one last look at our small, apartment sized house and smiled with excitement about what was awaiting us in Brooklyn. I had a good feeling about what was to come.

Brooklyn wasn’t too far of a drive from New Jersey, so there wasn’t that much change in weather or scenery. The only thing I noticed was it seemed a lot cleaner and there were a lot more buildings and people to observe. I couldn’t wait to see our new house.

I was fast asleep in the back of our red Toyota when my mum spoke,

"Callie" She whispered, "Callie.."

I woke suddenly to see we were now pulling into a gravel covered drive-way.

"This is our home…" She smiled leaning over from the front seat.

I looked up to see a two story cream painted house with a brown, wood grain front door and large windows. Bright green grass covered tightly around the rather large house and rose bushes lined against the black fence that bordered around the house. The one thing that I immediately noticed was that we had neighbours! Our house in New Jersey was isolated and the only neighbours we came across were the occasional possums that would wake us during the night and ducks that would happily play in the small pond in our back garden.

I opened the car door and decided to take a better look from outside and after just a minute of admiring what was now ours, I ran to the front door, eager to see what the inside of the house looked like.
thanks a lot yeh.. i tend to write it simply then i go over it over and over adding more descriptive stuff etc to make it better…. thats what i did with my prologue.
thankyou for your honesty gina- i really do want the truth lol- i will try and improve on what u said! x x
and my story is called Still in Love with Me