I’m writing a story about the apocolypse. The main characters are a 17 year old, his girlfriend, and his 7 year old brother. The protagonist’s girlfriend is a genie, but he doesn’t know it. It’s kindof a thick plot- 1. The characters are all searching for someplace to stay so that they can feel welcome, but the main character has some ulterior motives.
2. The 7 year old witnessed his mom dying in the beginning of the apocolypse and became mute. His older brother (the main character) has to comfort him through the whole thing.
3. The main character is obsessed with his truck, and the ulterior motive I mentioned earlier is to get the last unopened seat cover set in the world.

In the end, the main character and his girlfriend become closer. His little brother finally speaks again, and the main character decides that he actually has a place to belong- with them- and he decides that finding the last seat cover was a waste of his time. Seeing as his girlfriend is a genie, she relizes that he finally got his priorities straightened out, and she secretly makes the last seat cover set appear nearby. The main character doesn’t see this, and still doesn’t know that she is a genie. She sends him over to get something, and as he walks towards it, he trips over the box.
Yeah, I think I’ll take out the genie part. I was a little skeptical about that myself… I’m just trying to get my plot figured out right now. I’ve got the beginning down, but I’m editing the snot out of it every ten minutes it seems. I’ve had writer’s block for ages, so now that I’m having at least some good ideas I’m glad. I do have to change a lot of this plot, though…

Yeah, let’s just forget the genie thing and remove that ending there with the seat covers. Not finding them and realizing that what he really wanted was right in front of him sounds a lot better.
I just edited the plot a bit, so here’s what I got now-

The main characters are a 17 year old, his girlfriend, and his 7 year old brother. It’s a thick plot- 1. The characters are all searching for someplace to stay. Ever since the apocolypse, there aren’t many people, and the ones left are somewhat crazy. The main character drives them all around supposedly looking for this place, but he has some ulterior motives.
2. The 7 year old witnessed his mom dying in the beginning of the apocolypse and became mute. His older brother (the main character) has to comfort him through the whole thing.
3. The main character is obsessed with his truck, and the ulterior motive I mentioned earlier is to get the last unopened seat cover set in the world.

In the end, the main character and his girlfriend become closer. His little brother finally speaks again, and the main character decides that he actually has a place to belong- with them- and he decides that finding the last seat cover was a waste of

Yesturday we had a good 3 inchs of really dry snow, and while driving my 1998 Grand Cherokee, i lost traction when turning and the Jeep slid foward and the drive tired ran over the curb and the front bumper cover hit a stop sign and cracked the plastic cover. I was going maybe 5-10mph it wasnt very fast. The stop sign was a wooden post a small 2×2 post and it broke in half.

I drove the Jeep to the store today roads are clear and 100% dry now, and i sware it feals like my Jeep is twisted somehow like the rear end is turning left and the front end is turning right.. Yet the steering wheel is straight when im driving straight. The Vehicle doesnt pull in either direction, and the wheel look straight and turn fine from what i see..

I had my mom drive the Jeep and she said it feals fine. When i was in the passengers seat i still felt that weird fealing like the Jeep was fishtailing almost but that isnt possible because we were on dry pavement.

Is it just me am i out of equilibrium or something ? Or could i have done something to the Jeep when i hit that stop sign ? It was a small impact i mean the bumper cracked but but then those things are thin and i could punch a hole in it if i wanted. One wheel did run over the curb, but i was only going at the max 5-10mph
sorry in the beggining it says drive tired, i ment to say driver tire

plz plz plz give me feedback

question:Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.

Being one of the first naturalized US citizens in my family, I knew my life would be different from my parents, who originally moved from Afghanistan. My mom received little to no education in her homeland due to the Soviet Union war that was going on. My father also did not receive a good education because of war; instead he worked to keep his family alive and put food on the table. Both of my parents worked very hard to flee from their homeland and to ensure the safety of their future. When they arrived here in the US, they only brought one pair of clothes and not even a single penny in their pockets. In my world, it is always do well in school and to reach for the stars. English is a second language for me, when I first started school I was struggling with other children and it was very hard for me to comprehend with them. I remember getting my homework from school and coming home asking my parents for help, but they didn’t know what to do. My only solution was to sit in my room alone for hours trying to figure out how to solve a problem. At a young age I learned that nothing comes easy in life, you have to work hard to get what you want. During weekends my parents would work in flea markets and since they couldn’t afford a babysitter, my sister and I would go with them. Every Saturday at 3 am my parents would wake my older sister and I from sleep and they would take us to the flea market. We had a very old van that had no heater or AC and there was only a driver’s seat and a passenger’s seat in the front that were in a horrible condition. In the dark morning my parents would set up the area however, my sister and I would shiver in the van. By the lack of education in Afghanistan, my parents did not speak or understand the English language; as a result they didn’t have well enough jobs either here or any other country. After seeing all of this I don’t want to see myself in their position neither do I want to see my kids or anyone else to be in the same position my parents were in. I want to become a pediatrician and take care of my parents in their time of need. I want to go back to my parents’ homeland in Afghanistan for at least one year and volunteer in tribal areas. My goal is to open up clinics as well as schools in Afghanistan. I want the future children of Afghanistan to have proper education so if they decide to move to a different country they would at least know how to speak English. Right now in Afghanistan people need medical help but they have no money. I want to help as much as I can and the only fee I want is a healthy smile.
@paper: thank u!!!

plz plz plz give me feedback

question:Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.

Being one of the first naturalized US citizens in my family, I knew my life would be different from my parents, who originally moved from Afghanistan. My mom received little to no education in her homeland due to the Soviet Union war that was going on. My father also did not receive a good education because of war; instead he worked to keep his family alive and put food on the table. Both of my parents worked very hard to flee from their homeland and to ensure the safety of their future. When they arrived here in the US, they only brought one pair of clothes and not even a single penny in their pockets. In my world, it is always do well in school and to reach for the stars. English is a second language for me, when I first started school I was struggling with other children and it was very hard for me to comprehend with them. I remember getting my homework from school and coming home asking my parents for help, but they didn’t know what to do. My only solution was to sit in my room alone for hours trying to figure out how to solve a problem. At a young age I learned that nothing comes easy in life, you have to work hard to get what you want. During weekends my parents would work in flea markets and since they couldn’t afford a babysitter, my sister and I would go with them. Every Saturday at 3 am my parents would wake my older sister and I from sleep and they would take us to the flea market. We had a very old van that had no heater or AC and there was only a driver’s seat and a passenger’s seat in the front that were in a horrible condition. In the dark morning my parents would set up the area however, my sister and I would shiver in the van. By the lack of education in Afghanistan, my parents did not speak or understand the English language; as a result they didn’t have well enough jobs either here or any other country. After seeing all of this I don’t want to see myself in their position neither do I want to see my kids or anyone else to be in the same position my parents were in. I want to become a pediatrician and take care of my parents in their time of need. I want to go back to my parents’ homeland in Afghanistan for at least one year and volunteer in tribal areas. My goal is to open up clinics as well as schools in Afghanistan. I want the future children of Afghanistan to have proper education so if they decide to move to a different country they would at least know how to speak English. Right now in Afghanistan people need medical help but they have no money. I want to help as much as I can and the only fee I want is a healthy smile.

I asked this question last week:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=ArydeSryzkaKKNvPNlOjc_Lty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20100923105303AAliXxM

And got a lot of great answers and I thought heavily about the entire situation. Well Friday and Saturday rolled around and my husband seemed ok…Sunday all was well until while we were out running errands with our daughter, he decided to stop at his moms house who has been gone since April so he goes and waters her plants, starts up her husbands truck and just checks to make sure nothing major is going on in the house. Well the truck wouldn’t start so he pulled my car up to jump start the truck from. Well it wasn’t charging it enough so he asked me to get in the drivers seat and push the accelerater down a little so it would idle a little higher…I was holding Haley so we both got in the front seat and I continued to hold her while I did this. His cell phone was in the cup holder and she saw it. She loves cell phones, so she picked it up and started playing with it…well what 10 months old consider playing, they hold it and shake it around, etc. Well my husband got the truck started and then motioned like he wanted me to get in so we could go for a ride around the block in it. As I was transporting Haley from one vehicle to the other, she still had his cell phone and she dropped it as I was putting her in the truck. It hit the driveway which is cement. His cell phone cover popped off, the back of the phone popped off and the battery came off as well. As I bent down to pick up the phone and all it’s pieces he said is that my phone and I responded yes. He then went off on me cussing and everything, so I simply turned back around, shut the truck door and got back in my car. When he got back in the car and we started to leave his mom’s he started talking again and I ignored him. He finally said are you going to speak or what, so I got up the nerve to tell him that I wanted a divorce. He said a few things after that, but nothing of importance. When we got home he said are we going to talk about this and I said, what’s the point, nothing ever gets better and then I started crying. For the first time I think ever he walked up to me and grabbed me and started hugging me and ever since then he’s been being extremely nice to me.

Do you think me finally saying I wanted a divorce actually might have scared him? I know he doesn’t want our daughter to grow up the way he did when his parents divorce being put on a schedule and only able to see his dad on his weekend. I’m not really sure what to do now. But he’s been cooking me dinner, washing all the bottles and sippy cups when he gets home from work with her and other stuff.
Thanks girl! I like your advice and think I will do that with him tonight maybe.

im alway feezing at school jumping in my seat and i always have on a sweater..i barely go into a supermarket with my mom let alone the frozen section?! also my toes are ALWAYS very cold…if someone touches it they are really shocked..my normal body temp…is 96.0-97.1 so is that low..i do have asthma but nothing serious…so why do i get cold so easily my parents keep the AC on 75 and im still cold! i love heat but not the summer heat like electric heat from my space heater or the dryer…..i have been none to cuddle up almost in the dryer…so yea im 14.
yea myhands andfeet used to turn blue wen i was littlte.

Chapter 1
I guess you can call this a mere intrusion of my thoughts. You reading my every move, thought, dissecting every element of my choices and plans makes me feel a bit insecure. I’ve always found it relieving, almost comforting, that we could sustain and keep private, our thoughts. Because we can all admit, if we ever publicized what we were really thinking, we would all sound like selfish fools. I think I can stand by my generalization or accusation, if you will, that everyone is indeed selfish fools. As I’ve been divulging all my thoughts to you, I’ve realized a very disturbing thought. No matter what we do, we are all going to die. And here comes the obvious question that comes to mind, if we all know of our fatal journey, what’s the purpose of life? Or maybe that wasn’t the first thing that came to your mind, but it was for me, and since it was in your hands to intrude in my life, it would be best to try and get on the same page as me, seeing you have no other choice now. Anyways, I hate to pose a question like this because people have heated debates on this controversial topic pulling in all aspects of religion, which I can confidently say, never turns out too civil. But as I am the one to introduce this question, I must answer. I believe that there is no way to know. There’s no need for me to elaborate on this answer, for I have no reason, I simply have accepted it. This is probably the reason why I don’t fear death. Because I mean, what is there to fear? When you’re dead, it’s the end of it. Okay, enough of this, It’s already 3:47 and I have school in about 4 hours. What a swell world this would be if we can just find a way to click our minds off so our bodies wouldn’t be distracted by our incessant minds. Sometimes I feel crazy, talking to myself like this. Well I guess I’m not really talking to myself, anymore.

Chapter 2
Why would mom ever insist on getting such a loud alarm clock?
I grab my alarm clock and with all the morning energy I have left in me, and throw it across my room hearing all the batteries spill out of it. This is what I do everyday, it was almost turning into a ritual. I think subconsciously I was hoping that it would break. I lay on my bed for a few more seconds so I can mentally prepare myself for this dreadful day to begin.
Okay. If I don’t get up now, I never will.
I open up my eyes to the dangling, tangled up dream catcher. The bright sun shine burning through my windows stung my eyes. I lift my blanket off of me and get myself up. I reach for the dream catcher and untangle the red beads and excessive light blue strings so I can look forward to another dreamless night. I get up and smooth out the numerous crinkles in my bed sheets and perfectly lay my blanket on top.
I really need to go out and buy new blankets. I’m too old for these. But then again, why waste my money and time to buy new blankets and sheets?
I fall back onto my bed, messing up the flawless and crinkle free sheets. I lay there for a few minutes, again trying to mentally prepare myself for this day to begin.
Just two more days and it’ll be the weekend. Just two more days. Just get through today and Friday.
Finally after trying to get myself to enjoy the day, I dreadfully get back up. I lazily, with half opened eyes, head to the bathroom downstairs. I walk down the stairs mindlessly as a zombie and find my way into the bathroom. I grab my yellow toothbrush and prepare myself for a shower. I turn on the hot water, not even bothering with the cold, and wait for the hot water to get to the right temperature. I take off my clothes and get into the shower. I’m startled by the hot water but gradually begin to get used to it. It starts to become a bit relaxing. I grab my toothbrush and start brushing my teeth.
I wonder if people brush their teeth in the shower too. I mean why wouldn’t they? It’s practical and saves time. But you never really hear about people doing it. Okay. Today I need to turn in my English essay and remember to return that library book. Wait, did I put that book in my backpack? Shit. I think it’s in my locker. Oh well. Okay, maybe I should finish A Perfect Union or just start on reading my John Grisham marathon of books. Mom better have left me some money for dinner because Warren probably forgot….
I realize already 15 minutes passed, so I quickly jumped out of the shower and get into a towel.
Did I even wash my hair? Shit, I have no idea.
I’m always in a dream like state when I’m showering. It’s like my arms move individually from my mind. I run upstairs, feeling a bit more awake from the shower, and look for something to wear.
I don’t have any clean clothes. Shit, I can’t believe moms leaving it up to me to do the laundry.
I open up my drawers and find my only clean, correctly paired socks. I put it on and find some clean boxers. I grab my jeans that was hanging on my chair and put it on.
I hope no one notices that I wore these yesterday.
I look around my room floor and find a plaid long sleeve button up shirt. I pick it up and smell it. That’s my way of finding out if it’s clean enough to wear. It smells like my dog.
Eh, it’s not so bad.
I put it on feeling a little ridiculous keeping in mind the weather.
It’s burning hot today. I need to find something else to wear.
I look inside my hamper and decide that I can’t wear anything in there when I hear the soft beeping from my watch.
Shit, it’s already 7:45.
I scatter around my room searching for my car keys.
Oh yeah there in my backpack.
I run down the stairs and grab my backpack and check for the keys. I find the keys in my backpack and put it in my pocket. I placed on my backpack and hurriedly run into my kitchen a grab a box of cheerios.
I hate not having a full breakfast. You know what. Screw it. I’m just not going to go to first period.
I set the box of cheerios back on the kitchen counter and take off my backpack. I look inside the refrigerator for some milk.
Damn it. Warren forgot to get the milk again. What the hell am I supposed to eat? Is mom going to make me buy groceries too?
I grab my car keys from my back pocket and leave the house. I lock my house doors and head to my car. I try to open the door a few times failing.
Piece of shit door.
I kick the front door and try opening the door. Finally, it opens and I get in. As I open the door, an overwhelming stench comes rushing out, directly hitting me. It was like a heater was running in their, with rotten bananas.
I can’t drive with it smelling like this.
I walk around the car and open up all the car doors. I begin to air it out. As people pass by me they stare at me like I’m crazy so I decide to just go. I close up all the doors and get into the front seat. I settle in my car and turn on the engine. I decide to take the main rode. I begin to turn when I get to a red light which seems to take forever.
I swear, if the beginning of my day starts out horrible, it’s only going to get worse.
Finally the light turns green and I keep driving. I drive for about a minute and get to another red light.
Holy shit, you’ve got to be kidding me. HURRY UP AND CHANGE DAMN IT.
I swear to you. I don’t have road rage. The light finally turns green and I speed through the road and finally approach the market.
I don’t think I’ve ever been to the market so early.
I park in the far corner of the lot away from every other parked car. I hate having to confront other drivers when getting in or out of the car. It’s just so awkward. I try to avoid any human contact any chance I get. I turn off the engine and attempt to open up the car door. I give it a little kick and it opens. I slam the car door on my wait out. I feel a little embarrassed that I parked so far from everyone else but I just keep walking.
How is it so hot so early in the morning? Okay, I have to change into something else when I get home.
I walk into the automatic doors and feel relieved for the cool air.

Lets say that your parents tell you if you come home late even on weekends you must sleep in your car. They will allow you to put a cott in a windowless guest house that has no restroom inside the guest house.

The oneroom guest house would be heated and would keep out wind and rain.

What would you choose?

Lets say you couldn’t afford a hotel?

Your car has a back seat that is very comfortable.

The oneroom guest house has a solid door with a lock.

The cott in the guest house would actually be a single mattress.

Since you would use the guest house your mother would allow you to decorate and paint the inside of the guest house.

For example your mom would allow you to paint the inside of the door and the walls.

Unfortunatley you wouldn’t be able to put windows inside.

Would you be afraid to close the door while you would be inside the one room windowless guest house?

The guest house gets warm and toasty with the little heater on.

This guest house is very small. Its about 40 square feet.

The guest house has no holes or windows in it.

Lets say the guesthouse has a mirror inside?

The area you live in a crappy motel costs 0 per night.

The door on the otuside is aqua blue. The inside of the door is unfinished/unpainted wood. What would you piant on the inside of the door? Colors or mural?

What would designs or colors would you paint on the walls?

Lets say that your parents tell you if you come home late even on weekends you must sleep in your car. They will allow you to put a cott in a windowless guest house that has no restroom inside the guest house.

The oneroom guest house would be heated and would keep out wind and rain.

What would you choose?

Lets say you couldn’t afford a hotel?

Your car has a back seat that is very comfortable.

The oneroom guest house has a solid door with a lock.

The cott in the guest house would actually be a single mattress.

Since you would use the guest house your mother would allow you to decorate and paint the inside of the guest house.

For example your mom would allow you to paint the inside of the door and the walls.

Unfortunatley you wouldn’t be able to put windows inside.

Would you be afraid to close the door while you would be inside the one room windowless guest house?

The guest house gets warm and toasty with the little heater on.

This guest house is very small. Its about 40 square feet.

The guest house has no holes or windows in it.

Chapter 1
I guess you can call this a mere intrusion of my thoughts. You reading my every move, thought, dissecting every element of my choices and plans makes me feel a bit insecure. I’ve always found it relieving, almost comforting, that we could sustain and keep private, our thoughts. Because we can all admit, if we ever publicized what we were really thinking, we would all sound like selfish fools. I think I can stand by my generalization or accusation, if you will, that everyone is indeed selfish fools. As I’ve been divulging all my thoughts to you, I’ve realized a very disturbing thought. No matter what we do, we are all going to die. And here comes the obvious question that comes to mind, if we all know of our fatal journey, what’s the purpose of life? Or maybe that wasn’t the first thing that came to your mind, but it was for me, and since it was in your hands to intrude in my life, it would be best to try and get on the same page as me, seeing you have no other choice now. Anyways, I hate to pose a question like this because people have heated debates on this controversial topic pulling in all aspects of religion, which I can confidently say, never turns out too civil. But as I am the one to introduce this question, I must answer. I believe that there is no way to know. There’s no need for me to elaborate on this answer, for I have no reason, I simply have accepted it. This is probably the reason why I don’t fear death. Because I mean, what is there to fear? When you’re dead, it’s the end of it. Okay, enough of this, It’s already 3:47 and I have school in about 4 hours. What a swell world this would be if we can just find a way to click our minds off so our bodies wouldn’t be distracted by our incessant minds. Sometimes I feel crazy, talking to myself like this. Well I guess I’m not really talking to myself, anymore.

Chapter 2
Why would mom ever insist on getting such a loud alarm clock?
I grab my alarm clock and with all the morning energy I have left in me, and throw it across my room hearing all the batteries spill out of it. This is what I do everyday, it was almost turning into a ritual. I think subconsciously I was hoping that it would break. I lay on my bed for a few more seconds so I can mentally prepare myself for this dreadful day to begin.
Okay. If I don’t get up now, I never will.
I open up my eyes to the dangling, tangled up dream catcher. The bright sun shine burning through my windows stung my eyes. I lift my blanket off of me and get myself up. I reach for the dream catcher and untangle the red beads and excessive light blue strings so I can look forward to another dreamless night. I get up and smooth out the numerous crinkles in my bed sheets and perfectly lay my blanket on top.
I really need to go out and buy new blankets. I’m too old for these. But then again, why waste my money and time to buy new blankets and sheets?
I fall back onto my bed, messing up the flawless and crinkle free sheets. I lay there for a few minutes, again trying to mentally prepare myself for this day to begin.
Just two more days and it’ll be the weekend. Just two more days. Just get through today and Friday.
Finally after trying to get myself to enjoy the day, I dreadfully get back up. I lazily, with half opened eyes, head to the bathroom downstairs. I walk down the stairs mindlessly as a zombie and find my way into the bathroom. I grab my yellow toothbrush and prepare myself for a shower. I turn on the hot water, not even bothering with the cold, and wait for the hot water to get to the right temperature. I take off my clothes and get into the shower. I’m startled by the hot water but gradually begin to get used to it. It starts to become a bit relaxing. I grab my toothbrush and start brushing my teeth.
I wonder if people brush their teeth in the shower too. I mean why wouldn’t they? It’s practical and saves time. But you never really hear about people doing it. Okay. Today I need to turn in my English essay and remember to return that library book. Wait, did I put that book in my backpack? Shit. I think it’s in my locker. Oh well. Okay, maybe I should finish A Perfect Union or just start on reading my John Grisham marathon of books. Mom better have left me some money for dinner because Warren probably forgot….
I realize already 15 minutes passed, so I quickly jumped out of the shower and get into a towel.
Did I even wash my hair? Shit, I have no idea.
I’m always in a dream like state when I’m showering. It’s like my arms move individually from my mind. I run upstairs, feeling a bit more awake from the shower, and look for something to wear.
I don’t have any clean clothes. Shit, I can’t believe moms leaving it up to me to do the laundry.
I open up my drawers and find my only clean, correctly paired socks. I put it on and find some clean boxers. I grab my jeans that was hanging on my chair and put it on.
I hope no one notices that I wore these yesterday.
I look around my room floor and find a plaid long sleeve button up shirt. I pick it up and smell it. That’s my way of finding out if it’s clean enough to wear. It smells like my dog.
Eh, it’s not so bad.
I put it on feeling a little ridiculous keeping in mind the weather.
It’s burning hot today. I need to find something else to wear.
I look inside my hamper and decide that I can’t wear anything in there when I hear the soft beeping from my watch.
Shit, it’s already 7:45.
I scatter around my room searching for my car keys.
Oh yeah there in my backpack.
I run down the stairs and grab my backpack and check for the keys. I find the keys in my backpack and put it in my pocket. I placed on my backpack and hurriedly run into my kitchen a grab a box of cheerios.
I hate not having a full breakfast. You know what. Screw it. I’m just not going to go to first period.
I set the box of cheerios back on the kitchen counter and take off my backpack. I look inside the refrigerator for some milk.
Damn it. Warren forgot to get the milk again. What the hell am I supposed to eat? Is mom going to make me buy groceries too?
I grab my car keys from my back pocket and leave the house. I lock my house doors and head to my car. I try to open the door a few times failing.
Piece of shit door.
I kick the front door and try opening the door. Finally, it opens and I get in. As I open the door, an overwhelming stench comes rushing out, directly hitting me. It was like a heater was running in their, with rotten bananas.
I can’t drive with it smelling like this.
I walk around the car and open up all the car doors. I begin to air it out. As people pass by me they stare at me like I’m crazy so I decide to just go. I close up all the doors and get into the front seat. I settle in my car and turn on the engine. I decide to take the main rode. I begin to turn when I get to a red light which seems to take forever.
I swear, if the beginning of my day starts out horrible, it’s only going to get worse.
Finally the light turns green and I keep driving. I drive for about a minute and get to another red light.
Holy shit, you’ve got to be kidding me. HURRY UP AND CHANGE DAMN IT.
I swear to you. I don’t have road rage. The light finally turns green and I speed through the road and finally approach the market.
I don’t think I’ve ever been to the market so early.
I park in the far corner of the lot away from every other parked car. I hate having to confront other drivers when getting in or out of the car. It’s just so awkward. I try to avoid any human contact any chance I get. I turn off the engine and attempt to open up the car door. I give it a little kick and it opens. I slam the car door on my wait out. I feel a little embarrassed that I parked so far from everyone else but I just keep walking.
How is it so hot so early in the morning? Okay, I have to change into something else when I get home.
I walk into the automatic doors and feel relieved for the cool air.