omg! im gonna make that storie into a movie! kools. im in class. hahahaha. i hate this class. its so boring. and the boys laugh at the stupidist things. but then a gain they are boys. not many of them like me very much.
i want him to come up behind me
& wrap his arm s aroundmy waist,
to catch me off gard & wisper...
"'I Love You"

there wis not reallly much to talk about.
O! i went to my first high school dance! it was so much fun! there was this guy thou. he was really cute, but really really shy! i asked him to dance like three or four times. and i practicly gave him a frikin lap-dance! and he still sadi no. i ended up haveing to dance with my friend wesley! now if you know me and wes you know that we are best friends. but we could never date because we are really competitive. so we get mad/ irritated by each other.
Not even Make-up could make her beautiful...
because real beauty comes from loving yur self and
that was something she could never do

ya so other than that guy, it was fun. iall wes's friends were totaly hitting on me! and som of them were girls!!!!

this teacher is anoying he is going on about power point
eeeww i hate this!!!omg he thinks hes sooooooo funny. your not Mr McCallum!

At Fifteen

I walked into my first class the next morning. I sat down and opened my book to last nights homework. I had finished it, but needed help to make sure it was right. I had twenty minuets until class started. I turned to the girl next to me. Her name was Amanda.
“Hey.” I said with a smile. She was nice, but had been hesitant to talk to me ever since I got back.
“Hey.” she looked my way but in a sort of way that said “ I really don't care, so hurry up and say what you have to before anyone sees me talking to you.”
“So did you finish the homework last night?”
“Yeah.” she sighed.
“Umm...could you explain number seven, I'm not sure if I did it right.”
“Why are you asking me? Your the genius. You always get it right.” now that pissed me off. Why was she being so rude? What did I do? I have never done, or said anything to make her mad. Man what a bitch!
“Oh. Well sorry to bother you.” I was mad so I didn't notice, or care about me tone.
“What was that? More girly whore mones?” I turned around to see that the guy behind me, Dustin, had been listening.
“What do you know, the witless wonder can speak!” I picked up my stuff and walked toward the door. I met the teacher on the way out and gave her my homework. “I'm not feeling well.” was all I said as I walked off.
The next class was no better, they had all heard about my rebuttal to Dustin's comments. So after that the rest of the day was pretty much screwed. But at lunch I went to the councilors room. She said that I was too young for any programs, but she could call children's aid to help me. I said no thanks and told her that I could stay at my house until I had somewhere. I knew she wouldn't call home, so I left her with that lie. After school I went to the center. I asked if they had anything they could do to help. They just had the same answer. So I told them the same lie. I sat on a bus bench, wondering what I was going to do. If I let someone call CAS they would take Dillon away, and I would probity never see him again. Wait! What about shelters. For women and children. They would take me! They would have to. The bus came and I went into the terminal. I searched the yellow pages for the women house. I found it under help. Well, thats not ironic. I got onto the buss and waited for the stop. When I got there I realized that I only had an hour left until I had to be home. I quickly ran up to the house. There was a nice desk in a lobby. I walked up to the desk.
“How may I help you?” she asked in a kind voice.
“You don't know how long I have waited to hear those words.” I said with tears in my eyes.She smiled, she must get that a lot.

At Fifteen

What came next is still fuzzy. I mean I know what happened, just not detail. Like how I get home, or how I got to the hospital. Or what time it was, or who called my mom. All I remember was seeing some doctor and he was asking questions. My mom took me home a few days later. They did tests to make sure that I didn't have any std's. They told me to do a pregnancy test in a few weeks. When I went back to school all my friends were so mad. They couldn't believe they let me go off with him by my self. That they had thought nothing like that could ever happen to me. I was so smart, and smart girls don't end up like this. Smart girls don't get raped.
A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I was pregnant with a child of a man I didn't want to even know. Now what in hell was I supposed to do? How was I going to go to school? How was I going to pass high school. I did all my classes at home. I did all my assignments and even got a head on some classes. I finished at the top of my class. Three months into the second semester I delivered. It was a boy. I named him Dillon. After Bob Dillon. He was what got me through.
So that is where it leaves me. Sitting in front of a mirror, with a new thing added to my list. Finding an apartment. I went up to my bed room. Dillon was ,thankfully, asleep in his crib. I checked over him. He was fine. Fast asleep on his back. The lady at the hospital told me that it was important not to put a cover around his crib, it constricts air into the crib, and not to let him sleep on his "tummy" . I forget the reason for that, but I didn't want to let him because it dose something bad to him. I rubbed his tummy. He seemed to like that. But most boys do. I slipped into my pj's. I never thought that I would be happy to have my period. I think I will all way cherish it, and will remind me what it means. I love my Dill, but man dose he ever cry loud. As I lay awake I was thinking of who to talk to. The school councilor, or the lady at the pregnancy center. I had no idea. It was a Tuesday, so it was best to try the councilor.

At Fifteen

I had never been one to be quick to judge someone. But man, I now wish I was. Me and a bunch of friends were hanging out like we usually did. Nine o'clock was rolling around so I knew I had to head home. I said night to the rest of the guys, but this new guy that I didn't know said he'd walk me home. He looked nice, and he was nice to me thus far. We got on the bus and started home. He said he lived a few houses up from me, so we got off at bus stop a few from mine. I asked what number he lived at, he said he couldn't remember. He apparently just moved here from Toronto. So I followed him. We stopped in from of some hose.
“Well this is my stop.” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Why don't you come in?”
“I have to be home in twenty minuets, but maybe some other time.”
“No its fine. I live with another guy, he could drive you.” his smile seemed so sincere. I bought it.
“Ok, but only for a few minuets.”
He waled up to the door and stuck his key in the door.
“Hmm...must have grabbed the wrong key. Come to the back door, its always open, and theres an extra key if it is.” I followed into the pitched black back yard. “Its just over here.” he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the house.
“Umm...where are we going?” I started to walk slower. He yanked my arm hard.
“Hurry up.” his voice was low now, and I knew that I had been tricked. He was much older than he was letting on, and this wasn't his house.
“Hey. Let go!” I was getting louder. His hand collided into the side of my face, causing me to fall. He picked me up a swung me over his shoulder. I started to scream.
“PUT ME DOWN! HELP! HELP!” he pulled me down behind a shed. There was so little light, and I couldn't see where the next house was. I was searching frantically for something to fight him off with. He dug his hands into my shoulders and leaned in close to my ear.
“I'm gona tear you up.” was all he said.

At Fifteen

so i like Taylor Swift. so i liked the song fifteen, omg i just thought of something!
OMG Taylor Lautner! hhhhhhot!!!!!

I stared into the mirror. I hoped that when I blinked that something would change. That I would be older, that I was younger, any change would do. Even not having Dillon. How was I supposed to raise a new born baby, go to school, get a job, study for school, work, get into college, and be in forensics? At fifteen. I heard some foot steps behind me. It was my mom. I looked up at her wondering what she could possible want.
“Your moving out.” she didn't even look at me. I could believe this was happening. “I told you that if you ever got into any trouble you were out. Don't think I'm gonna show mercy just cause you got kid, and he lived. No, your out. By the end of the month. No stories, no nothin'. Yer out.” she went back up stairs. She hadn't looked at me since I got back from the hospital a month ago. I felt my sister put a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to her and said, “Like you really care.” she took her hand off and followed my mom. I flashed back to that night, the night.