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?

Yesterday i was with my band and we was playing guitar and it was very cold in the garage, so at times we would stop to go inside and warm up then go back out..and yes i am a smoker, i honestly really wished i never started but have been smoking for about 6 months or around there i really do not know (my father, Grandpa on my moms and dads side were smokers), but we would smoke in the cold and i would sing/scream then i would go back in and warm up then go out and practice more soon after that day we turned on this huge heater that requires kerosine to work, as that was on we smoked.. around like 4 in the morning we was done for the day and i slept on my love seat, i had to like pack myself almost like a ball but that whole day i was fine no lung problems, as soon as i woke up i noticed when i took in deep breaths it kinda hurt and i woke up at about 12:43 p.m. and right now it is 12:40 a.m. and my lungs feel a little better not as much pain as there was.. i really want to know what is happening to me and if im going to okay..im very scared by this, thank you for reading this
also my parents do not know i smoke, how can i tell them this

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?

Okay..So, I’ll be moving out in about a year. There is a house next door that my parents just got. It needs some re-pairs. It is rather small…you can turn a circle in the middle of the house and see every room if all the doors were open. It has 1 bedroom, a big utilitity room (that could be a bedroom if it didn’t have holes in the floor for the washer/dryer, air conditioner thing?, and that box that controls all the lights? (-: ). The kitchen only has two cabinets above the sink, no counter space really, and the hot water heater is in the kitchen (i’ve never seen anything like that..i’ve always seen ones that have their own space..like a closet). The living room is big enough for a good sized television, a sofa, and maybe a love seat, and a table for a lamp. No dinning room…The bathroom is missing a part of the shower…the wood is just exposed (i’m not sure how to explain it.)

What can I do for more counter space? Repairing door frames, light switch covers, carpet/tile cost
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paint for the outside of the house (keep in mind it isn’t big at all). Repairing holes in the walls..The walls are all wood panel. There is very insulation in the house, and the windows aren’t double panned…so it will be difficult on keeping the house cooled/heated. I just need advice on how to fix things up…and the cost of it.

Thanks.
I need tips on storing food as well..Barely any cabinet space like i said..and there is no pantry. What can I use to store food in..other than a refridgerator

I’m writing a story, and I’d like to know if this is a good start/introduction to the character.

Why does school have to happen so early? Why can’t it start in the afternoon? It’s obviously a conspiracy… I just haven’t figured out what They’re trying to do to us. Before I open my eyes I know it’s early. The sunlight blares down on me, my eyelids warm. I throw a small fit, pissed because I didn’t wait for the alarm. I sit up quickly, the covers falling down my chest. I pull the cover over my legs, climbing out of bed. Scooting to the bathroom I drag my feet across the warm hardwood floor.

My stomach growls as I climb into the shower. This is going to be a day to remember; I can feel it. This is the trip I’ve been waiting for all week. We’re going to the Museum of Historic Landmarks, which is basically a place where people put old things that nobody wants. History is probably the worst class this year. I got stuck with Mr. Lotting. He’s the biggest douche in the school. We’re finally getting out of his class all day. The entire History department is excited.

The steaming water hits my back roughly, dripping down my body. I open my shampoo and squirt some into my hand, rubbing it in my hair. The trip was first come first serve, and luckily I was one of the first ones. My brother and I, should I say. My brothers a bother. All he wants to do is hang out with me. That’s not going to happen. I continue to shampoo and rinse out my hair, humming a tune that I heard on the radio.

Ellie’s not going though. Her parents are going through some things, and the fifty dollars it cost to go to the trip is out of the question. That and she lost the permission slip. Ellie’s been my girl since freshman year. Two years ago I asked her to the dance and she said yes. Ever since then we’ve been together. I, on the other hand, have had the slip in my history binder since I got it. I’d do anything to escape Lotting’s class.

I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Stepping out I slip and grab onto the towel rack. I run gel through my hair, my fingers reaching every inch of my head. I then brush it down, most of it covering my eyes. I brush my teeth and head to my closet. I pull on some band t-shirt, my ripped jeans, and a pair of nikes. I grab my jacket and pull it over my shoulders. I look at myself in the mirror. My boxers are poking out of a hole on my thigh so I pull them down to cover it. I look fine.

"Brady! The bus is here! Hurry up!" My mom calls from downstairs. I roll my eyes and run to the window. My brother Eric is walking out of the front door. I turn and run to my nightstand. I run across my bed and reach for my backpack. Two binders fall out as the bus honks. Eric must have told the driver I was coming. I quickly grab one, slamming into my backpack as I dash out of my bedroom door. I take the stairs two at a time, kiss my mom on the cheek and run out of the house.

I can see the driver’s glare before I reach the bus. He’s not keen on waiting for kids. I mumble an apology as I look for a seat. My friend Matt is looking at me, waiting for me to sit by him. I dodge loose feet as I walk down the aisle. I plop down next to him as he starts to mumble about some stupid comic. I organize my backpack as the bus bounces. I take out the folder that fell minutes ago and look for my slip. After minutes of shuffling I realize that my history binder is in my bedroom. I slam my head on the glass window in anger.
I forgot, the chapters are named after songs I was listening to to get the feel for the chapter, so this one is "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train.

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?

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.

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.

I stared through the window. Hidden behind the curtains, hoping the soldiers outside didn’t see me. Only hoping I would be the only ones to see. To see through the thick woolen curtains. They hang from the ceiling and fell onto the floor. I sat on the dusty wooden floors, alone. I tingled the wires just beside me.
The only thing I could see with the dim light was huge trucks carrying many people, and mobs.
The streetlights were always off, and I saw bout 10 people today, walking with stars strung against their blouses. I only saw this since last month. I saw my parents stringing them onto their clothes, as well as mine. One day they left, and disappeared. Vanished. They told me not to be afraid. That if one day they never returned from work, just to stay inside and not leave. If anyone barged through those doors while they weren’t there, just to hide as silently as I could, to never leave the house.
Just then and there, I was peaking through once more. Looking at the people who were getting thrown onto trains. People who are my friends, neighbors. The more I think about it, the more I see it. The harder for me to figure out what I should do. I know who my parents were, and what they said, and how its not only a few people are disappearing, but how everyone is.
I stand up from the floor with my hot cocoa in my hand. As carefully as I could. I hear a faint whistle, that must have been the trains, and trip over the wires. The curtains swung open, for just a second that I couldn’t spare. I sprint quickly to the side of the window carefully blinded from the outside. Just a tiny hole I could peak, I glanced through. I saw a muscular soldier turn his head fiercely at my direction. He turned around and joined the conversation with a nearby group of men. I sat on my bed as silent as I could, with my thoughts racing. Did he see me? Could he think it was the wind? Who was he? Was all I could say. My heart thumped. I went back to the window, and again looked outside with my eye hidden. The man wasn’t there. Neither was the group he spoke with.

I was in the living room with my best friend; Rachel. She sat right next to me with her long black her leaning on her right shoulder. It went all the way to the seat and her hazel nut eyes gleamed. Her eyes stood out just the same as how her golden-laced necklace did. It wasn’t very long, but her necklace was rough and thick. On the necklace stood a bold star; which was known to be the Star of David. Her navy blue dress reached her ankles but while she sat, it seemed to only reach just a little above her knees.
We both stared blanklessly at the TV. Uncomfortable. Unlike the windows upstairs, these windows weren’t covered. No one ever thought to do anything about it, nor with the lack of food here. I stood up from the leather chairs and went to the small kitchen. I got some milk and started pouring some in a tall glass. Milk brings strong bones my father always said. I thought aimlessly for a few moments, forgetting all about the milk, as it drowned onto the kitchen counter and onto my white knee lengthened dress.
“Oh no! I just got this back from the dry cleaners! Can I borrow some of yours?” I asked sheepishly. But then her mother walked through the doors, and I muted instantly. I walked back with my milk glass, not bothering to clean my mess, and sat back down. “sure, the only thing is that my mom hasn’t finished lacing the stars onto all my gowns. Rachael whispered. “Will you mind going home without it?” “I don’t think it matters, what’s up with that anyway?” I asked alarmed. I swung my dark brown hair to my side thoughtless. “I don’t know, but I think it’d be safe then sorry to go home with what your wearing…. i wouldn’t want to get caught in with the crowd….” “I guess” I peered at the clock and realized the time. “I have to go! Time flew bye so quick I didn’t even notice.” “bye!” I ran out the door.

ps. dont comment on grammer or anything…

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 .