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.

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?

Chapter One Outline
I’ve lived my whole live in the same house, In a town where I knew most people, In a school that I loved and my friends loved me. I love North Carolina and the ocean and the atmosphere in the air when ever I walked out of the house. It is suppose to be my junior year of high school and I don’t want to move and have to start “kindergarten” all over. You know what I mean, like having to meet a whole bunch of new people all at once and get in the swing of things all over again. It was suppose to be the year of picking my college and going to junior prom and dating and making memories that will last forever. No, instead I am moving to Minnesota.
The reason is, is because my Grandma is very sick. We need to take care of her. My mom says she doesn’t have much time left and we need to spend as much time with her as possible. I’ve only met her once and it was a long time ago. She had flown to NC in a giant jacket, expecting the weather to be cold. She was wrong of course. I vowed I would never be caught dead living in a place where u had to wear 2 sweaters and a heavy coat to keep warm. That was 2 years ago. Now she can barely even get out of bed let alone fly out to North Carolina.

Smoosh. The sound of snow on the tires made my stomach uneasy. I wrapped my arms around my stomach hoping to stop the feeling from coming back. I look out the window. The suburban town was covered with a new sleet of snow that continued fall. I examined the individual snow flakes that landed on the window. They resembled the paper mashie snowflakes we made in art class when I was in 2nd grade for Christmas. When we finished them the teacher hung them to the ceiling. She said that’s what it looked like when it snowed in real life. She was wrong.
“yay! We are almost here!”My mom looked at me with too eager eyes and patted me on my leg gesturing me to get excited. From the backseat. My parents didn’t even look like my parents. They both sported a large winter coat with ear muffs and gloves. They wore matching snow pants and hiking boots. I on the other hand had rejected all my gear and put it on the seat next to me. I refused to wear the obese sized snow pants and opted for my gray sweatpants and tight green sweater that my mom always tell me to throw away because it’s too small.
“Darla is so exited to finally meet you!” Kat peered at me through the rearview mirror.
“I know. You’ve said that like ten times now” I rolled my eyes, they were hidden behind my huge Nicole Richie styled sunglasses. I used them to block out the bright snow that was like reflectors to the sun but they also came in handy, while hiding my teenage angst. Smoosh. I put my headphones on my ears to block out the nauseating sound.
Darla Thorn is my mom’s best friend. She is originally from Minnesota. They have been friends since high school, but when mom met my dad while he was on a business trip, they started dating and she moved to North Carolina with him. Ever since then Darla and mom have been sending pictures and chatting on Facebook daily.
We are moving into the house next to Darla’s house. Darla had told Kat about the house for sale. My parents say it’s a sign sent from heaven, because they had been looking for houses close to Grandma Sandra’s hospital for months. More like a sign sent from hell.
The car turned a few corners as I watched out the window. The houses were close together and on every street someone was outside shoveling the driveway or sidewalks. I don’t understand why they are doing this when it’s still snowing outside. Can’t they wait? Finally my dad drove into the drive way. I wish I could just go inside turn up my radio and go to sleep for the next two years. My dad barely stopped the car as mom swung open the passenger side door and ran towards the thorns garage. I assumed it was Darla and her husband standing inside the open garage huddled by a heater. They must have been waiting for us.
“Darla! Scott! We are finally home-” My mom sang as she hugged them. Blah blah blah…
Dad turned off the car flickered his eyes, trying to see my expression in his rearview mirror. He knew how I felt about moving. He also knew how much my mom wanted to live here.
“Look I know how much you hate this, but it will get better. We need to be here for grandma-” I cut him off
“Ok well mom doesn’t seem to care the least bit about grandma,” I motioned my head toward their garage “So why should I put on a happy face?” The sunglasses hid my pissed off expression. I took them off.
“This is just her way of hiding herself. She doesn’t like feeling weak. Please just be nice and appreciative of her” He turned around in his seat to face me, giving me the sad puppy eyed look he always does when he is pleading.
Why should I have to bend over backwards for her when she doesn’t even acknowledge my feelings and how I feel inside! I wanted to shout this so bad at him but instead I escaped out the car and stomped into the place I’m suppose to c

You want to read? Only the first chapter as a teaser. I hope you like it. I do want some good critisism, if that’s possible. Here you are. The first chapter of "I’m The Undead".

Prologue

Maybe it was because I was stupidly looking for a shoulder to rest on. Perhaps it started out as a friendly, sunny day, in a creepy, dusty classroom. But I think, if I’m not mistaken, that it must have started with my pet hamster. Now, you may be wondering what I’m talking about. What in the hell could a pet hamster do that was so horrible? First of all, it wasn’t really the hamster’s fault. Second of all, it was inevitable that I was going to make some psychotic enemies. And third of all, the only way to figure out how this happened, how I died, is to listen to the story and try to keep a straight face. No joke, because this really happened…

PART ONE

Chapter 1
“B-b-b-b-bad to the bone…” the radio stuttered to a halt at my favorite part of the song. I hit the dashboard with my fist and it started to smoke. My mom gave me a warning look. I shrugged with an angelic smile but as she turned the steering wheel to the left, I managed to tug off my shoe and give it a few hard slaps. Bam bam BOOM! It began to play.
She snatched my shoe away from me and threw it back into my lap. She gave me another warning look and turned back to the steering wheel. At least the radio was back on. The song had already ended, though, and a sappy love song was playing. I sighed and turned the cursed radio off. Mom gave me a pity-filled smile and patted my knee.
“You’ll be fine, Jakkalen. This is the best school around.” I gave a harrumph and turned to look out the window. This was the only school around. How could such a small town have such fancy buildings and no schools? How could we get the “best” school and house (in my opinion) in town?
I looked out the windshield again and held my breath. Maybe she wouldn’t notice? A tiny school was partly hidden behind some pine trees. It was brown and green and I probably wouldn’t have seen it except that I picked up the silhouettes of people scrambling over logs and chasing each other.
Mom turned her right blinker on and swerved the old red Toyota pick-up truck down the pine needle path. I groaned. Of course I couldn’t be that lucky. She had just as good eyesight as I did. I made goo-goo eyes at her.
“Please! Stop before it’s too late. Take me back to Maryland!” She shook her head with a small smile and I sank down into the seat. She came to a halt right in front of the school. I slid out. It was an old building. Brown roofing partly covered with tree bark and pine cones and…squirrels? A little black squirrel stared at me with interest. I quickly looked down. Who knows? It might have rabies.
The siding was a dark green speckled with light that filtered weakly through the trees. Logs were scattered all around which boys and girls my age were climbing over and exploring. They didn’t even look up.
I walked slowly to the front door of the high school and was amazed at how big it actually was. There were probably 5 stories and probably a small number of giant rooms. I stood in the doorway studying the hall. Wooden flooring and a chandelier seemed to be the only thing remotely similar to furnishings. But there was a staircase to the left that probably led to more schoolrooms and there were three doors. One door was in the wall to the left by the staircase, another one in front of me, and one to my right. Oh yippee, more classrooms.
I turned to leave and jumped. Everyone was staring at me. They had stopped their games and sat precariously on their logs to study me. Somehow, Mom had slipped away unnoticed. Their staring made me self-conscious. I had on a pair of generic blue jeans that flared out. I had brown sandals with beads and lots of braiding. My shirt was an indigo one with cookie monster on it saying “C is for Cookie.” I turned pink. Maybe it would have been better to go to school naked rather than wear this shirt. Didn’t they know it was rude to stare?
A blonde girl smirked and her three brunettes frowned at me. The boys had covered their mouths and had a coughing fit where they exchanged teary-eyed glances. I knew they were laughing. A girl with dark brown hair that curled around her shoulders looked at me with a twinkle in her hazel green eyes. Another girl sat on a log with straight black hair and black eyes circled in a thin coat of eyeliner. She laughed outright. Not afraid to stand out, huh? I think I might like her.
I cleared my throat. Man, when would the teachers come? And speak of the devil, a small Prius slid to a smooth halt. More cars began to arrive before the first car could unload. The girl with curly hair called out to me urgently.
“Hey you! Girl! Get over here before you get into trouble!” I smiled in relief. I took three long strides and ended up by her and the blonde prissy pants. I already didn’t like her.
A tall muscular man st
Dang. It stopped half way through the chapter. I’ll put the rest up when someone asks me to. Come on! Ask me!
I’m putting more up now. I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m ready to email anyone the story yet. But you can read the things I’ve already edited and deem acceptable for public.
WORD TO ALL WHO ARE INTERESTED. I’ve JUST OPENED A BLOGGER ACCOUNT UNDER THE NAME SOLO_GRL. COME CHECK ME OUT! I’LL GET SOMETHING POSTED! (caps are intentional.)

I don’t know manual cars so that is out of the equation. I need help in preferably learning which model cars are the best as used cars anywhere from ,000 – ,000.
The used car has to be able to drive me from an apartment to college to work to appointments. I want something I can customize later (taillights, inside (red seat covers, etc) and possibly tint 3 back windows.

I drive a 96 Corolla now and it’s my mom’s. I can’ t use it anymore and let’s not delve into details as to why I’m moving out.
I am looking for safety, good gas mileage, and something that lasts as reliable as older Toyota engines. I’d like to buy a Ford or anything American made but I know nothing about models. A LOT of people on my campus have Jeep Liberty’s, Grand AM’s, Ford Focus’s and Honda Civics but it’s out of my price range I think? My friend has a 184,000 mileage used Honda Civic that works just fine.

I’m asking here because I’d like user advice/opinions.

My sister and her husband are going to be staying for the weekend, also my boyfriend will be staying here for the weekend. We have 1 ice house that seats 3 people. My dad, my brother, my brother in law, my boyfriend, and I are going ice fishing. 5 of us…my dad says that since him (and my mom) bought the ice house (we just recently bought it) that HE is going to be sitting in the ice house the WHOLE time. My brother also said he is not going to be rotating. I suggested that I think it would be fair since only 3 people can fit in the ice house at a time (with a heater) that we rotate our seats every now and then so the people outside dont have to freeze all day. My dad refuses to since he bought it, my brother refuses to because he thinks he shouldnt have to. I dont know what my brother in law thinks, but dont you think its selfish that they wont rotate their seats for 10 minutes so the people outside can warm up a little? I think its unfair, selfish, AND unsportsmanlike.
You people who left the snobby remarks…do you even fish? Do you know what sportmanship is? Im not trying to be selfish and say "look here, you sit outside because I want to sit inside and be warm"…I would be happy with TEN minutes in the house to warm my hands and thats it. Fishing is a sportsmanship event. Sportsmanship isnt about being territorial, its about having fun and treating others equally. It does not make me selfish if I want my dad to rotate for 10 minutes so I can warm up my fingers. You have possibly never ice fished before? Try it, then come back and try again.

For me, the weirdest teacher I’ve ever had was Mrs. F, my english teacher.

She wears a dress under a skirt under a sweater under a t-shirt under vest under a jacket. She mispronounces everyone’s name (Say if your name was brittany she would say BRUH-TANNY, or Daniel would be DUH-NIYUHL (like denial lol). Sometimes, she even mixes up your name with someone elses.

She growls alot and always complains about her personal life (like her kids, husband, her mom, etc)

One time, she fell in a trash can and got stuck. Another time, I fell out of my seat (I wasn’t hurt) and she made me use a wheelchair from the nurse.

AThe best of all, one time she was sitting on the heater, and lighting struck the school. She got zapped, and she went FLYING across the room and slid across the floor, and her hair got all staticky and her dress flew backward while she was flying!!! We all laughed so hard we almost died (she was OK) wow i’m laughing right now.

So what’s your story?
Also, if you tip back in your chair, you have to grab an object from the "Fidget Box" It contains stuff like pinwheels, balls, American Flags, etc.

She says that if you are playing with one of the fidget toys, it keeps your attention to class but distratcs you from tipping your chair.

For me, the weirdest teacher I’ve ever had was Mrs. F, my english teacher.

She wears a dress under a skirt under a sweater under a t-shirt under vest under a jacket. She mispronounces everyone’s name (Say if your name was brittany she would say BRUH-TANNY, or Daniel would be DUH-NIYUHL (like denial lol). Sometimes, she even mixes up your name with someone elses.

She growls alot and always complains about her personal life (like her kids, husband, her mom, etc)

One time, she fell in a trash can and got stuck. Another time, I fell out of my seat (I wasn’t hurt) and she made me use a wheelchair from the nurse.

AThe best of all, one time she was sitting on the heater, and lighting struck the school. She got zapped, and she went FLYING across the room and slid across the floor, and her hair got all staticky and her dress flew backward while she was flying!!! We all laughed so hard we almost died (she was OK) wow i’m laughing right now.

So what’s your story?
Also, if you tip back in your chair, you have to grab an object from the "Fidget Box" It contains stuff like pinwheels, balls, American Flags, etc.

She says that if you are playing with one of the fidget toys, it keeps your attention to class but distratcs you from tipping your chair.

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!

I just recently had a car crash. A semi truck had hit me from behind and my car rolled twice and knocked down an electric box, then stopped. The car is tolled and the doctors were amazed that i only had scratches and bruises and that if i hadn’t wore my seat belt i would have been dead for sure.
Of course during the accident i was scared, but after they took me to the hospital i only felt guilt and hatred. I wasn’t scared because i knew that i wasn’t going to die and that there weren’t an serious injuries. When my parents came to the hospital i was covering up my emotions and even tried to make mom laugh so that she would stop crying and worrying.
Until now i have that little fear of what could have happened if i hadn’t wore my belt but its not like im in trauma or in phobia of ever riding a driving a car again. But my emotions of guilt and hatred are more dominate.
My mom says that it not normal for me not be scared or traumatized of the whole thing. I tell her that everyone has different reaction, but no she says that im not ‘normal’ and that Im acting like nothing happened. Of course im not acting like nothing happened, im just trying to move on with my life without looking back at the past.
So i guess my question is it ‘normal’ that i wasn’t ‘that scared’ because of the accident, and my feelings of guilt and hatred were more taking over my emotions?