Here’s the plot: A group of 7 best friends accidentally murder Daniel, on a dare gone wrong.
The dare is to drink twelve shots of hard liquor from 12 different bars with their fake id’s, they last up to seven, and Daniel collapses from the alcohol and dies.
They all have other secrets of their own:
Jake is sleeping with Greg’s girlfriend behind his back.
Greg is taking steroids to get a college football scholarship.
Henry’s dealing drugs to all his classmates.
Ben, Dan’s twin, tried to kill himself, and might just try again.
Jerry’s going to be a father, if Jill decides to keep the baby.
Will is anorexic, and is also Henry’s main customer.
They all start getting mysterious phone calls and texts, threatening to expose the murder and all their other secrets, but at Daniel’s funeral, the body goes missing. Could Dan be alive?
The twist is, they go to Jerry’s house as a group and find Daniel’s body hanging from the tree outside Jerry’s window.

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If you are fan of “Evermore” by Alyson Noel, you should be fully aware that “Blue Moon”, the sequel, is coming out on Tuesday, July 7th!!!!!! Here is what the book is about:
In the second installment of the Immortals series by Alyson Noel, Ever can bring her family back from the dead—but only if she is willing to sacrifice the guy she loves more than life itself.
Just as Ever is learning everything she can about her new abilities as an immortal, initiated into the dark, seductive world by her beloved Damen, something terrible is happening to him.
As Ever’s powers are increasing, Damen’s are waning—stricken by a mysterious illness that threatens his memory, his identity, and his life.
Desperate to save him, Ever travels to the mystical dimension of Summerland, uncovering not only the secrets of Damen’s past—the brutal, tortured history he hoped to keep hidden—but also an ancient text revealing the workings of time.
With the approaching blue moon heralding her only window for travel, Ever is forced to decide between turning back the clock and saving her family from the accident that claimed them—or staying in the present and saving Damen, who grows weaker each day…
So…a few questions for you to answer…{PLEASE answer all of them}.
1. Who do YOU want Ever to save: Her family or Damen?
2. If you were Ever, who would YOU save-Damen, or your family…and why?
3. Do you think Alyson Noel is going to have Ever be able to save both her family and her boyfriend-by a surprising plot that you have to read?
4. Do you think Ever will reveal her secret to her aunt Sabine, and her school friends?

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Here’s the plot: A group of 7 best friends accidentally murder Daniel, on a dare gone wrong.
The dare is to drink twelve shots of hard liquor from 12 different bars with their fake id’s, they last up to seven, and Daniel collapses from the alcohol and dies.
They all have other secrets of their own:
Jake is sleeping with Greg’s girlfriend behind his back.
Greg is taking steroids to get a college football scholarship.
Henry’s dealing drugs to all his classmates.
Ben, Dan’s twin, tried to kill himself, and might just try again.
Jerry’s going to be a father, if Jill decides to keep the baby.
Will is anorexic, and is also Henry’s main customer.
They all start getting mysterious phone calls and texts, threatening to expose the murder and all their other secrets, but at Daniel’s funeral, the body goes missing. Could Dan be alive?
The twist is, they go to Jerry’s house as a group and find Daniel’s body hanging from the tree outside Jerry’s window.

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My short story for school… It looks really long but it isn’t that hefty… Please take the time so you can give me some tips and general feedback – but not too harsh ! Thanks x

I sat alone in that hut for roughly an hour just soaking up her presence. It was her sanctuary, her get away, which none of us were allowed to use. It stood just metres away from the house, but it stood alone and disconnected from the rest of the family, built awkwardly upon the sand looking out onto the sea. Only she knew what was in there. She went in there to paint when she needed to let off some steam, and if there was a storm, she would stand inside and simply watch the crashing waves and the destructive winds from the tinted window. She found this very therapeutic. Most of the time she was not in it, and it had a rusty padlock which swung from the latch that my brother had spent many an hour trying to thrust open with tools he had formed from shells and twigs bound with seaweed.
My mother was a very hidden and reserved woman, and since her death, we all felt more grief than most families would have done because we felt frustratingly incomplete – we never got to know her properly. She never let us. There were many things she kept to herself; her happiness was often false just to please her family and community. She seemed especially disconnected from me. I was the alien, the stranger, the imposter. I had the dark features which stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison to my other siblings who had striking fair-hair and pale skin. She was light, and so was he. Therefore just one look at me revealed more about my mother than she would have liked anyone to have known.
Once she had gone, her belongings were gathered together and many went into storage, some were sold. The key, the rusty key which was married to the padlock lived in her doily drawer. I knew this because it was me who had to set up the table, and me who had to pretend I hadn’t seen that ancient key even though I always wanted to just run through the pebbles and unleash her secrets. But I never did.
My personality was just as much of a traitor to her as my looks. As she vanished, so did her rules and ways. I was inside that hut just one week after the funeral. It brought me comfort, as it did her, to be inside. It was her shrine; it settled my mind and provided calm. Shells hung from the ceiling which chimed in the breeze which seeped through the wall’s slats. Boxes piled up to the roof in rows and took up a third of the room. An easel stood next to the window – the window which couldn’t be looked through externally. Pictures of seagulls, colourful parasols and beach scenes were nailed to the wall. It was dark and damp inside, cobwebs glistened in every corner of the room, the air was musky and it took a while for my lungs to adjust to the thickness of the air. One box lay on the floor, with its lid flung open inviting me to take a look inside. I closed my eyes and blew away some of the dust that coated the contents.
Little grains of sand stuck to every item. There was a palm-sized fossil which wound round like a coil and about 7 little shells which were pinkish-metallic in colour. There was one miniature muscle, and a very dry sea anemone shaped like an out-stretched hand with many fingers. A couple of the shells had holes in them with hooks thread through into earrings. I took out my studs and slid them in. A small container at the bottom of the box was stained with some sort of oil, I twisted off the lid, trying not to get my hand greasy, and uncovered a beautiful deep blue gemstone engraved with the letter ‘L’ on it. I carefully sealed it back inside its case and placed it underneath the fragile sea anemone. I pushed the cardboard box to the side with a craving to discover more. There was one box amongst that third of the room which caught my eye. It was made out of wood, rather than card, and it had dark streaks and swerves, as wood does, with those occasional dark brown patches like moles. This box was buried in deep, wedged between others, giving support to the whole structure. I just knew I wanted that one; it alarmed my conscience like gun. I stood in silence just listening to the gentle rolling of the waves drawing in and pulling out in a soothing and regular pattern, almost programmed to perfection.
I peered through the window and looked up at the moon which had replaced the sun I had seen the last time I had looked. The evening was peaceful, and crickets sung in harmony inside the palm trees. A cloud floated across the moon and pulled up on the other side. The water shimmered in the moonlight, and glowed in the dark. I took three boxes off the leaning tower, and put them beside me on the floor, then another one, and stepped over to get to the one I sought. It had about five boxes on top and five below. I cautiously took the top five off, one by one, and snatched my wooden beauty
A cloud of dust wafted out of the box like a mystic genie. It was a box full of faded photos, something that was rare in our family; she didn’t like to keep memories. The majority of the sleeves were orange, reading ‘Kodak’. In fact, all but one was orange. So, naturally I reached in for the grey one and held it for a second. It was terribly thin, perhaps containing only one or two pictures. Thinking nothing of it, I opened up the flap, not knowing I was in reality opening up a lifetime of questions. I pulled out the photograph and my mum’s long locks and smiling face stole my attention instantly. I had never seen her looking quite so happy in my whole life, so care-free and cheerful. But then my attention diverted to the person she was with. A tall, dark man who looked foreign stood next to her, his arm tightly around her waist and beaming at the camera. My pulse rose and started pounding in my chest, I flipped the photo around and read the date.
1979. The year before my birth. Suddenly the missing pieces of the jigsaw fell into place when I was least expecting it. The picture fell out of my hand as I looked out onto the shore. It was at that moment I realised the motive behind my mother’s silence, and it was at that moment that many unexplained things became quite clear.

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This is my friend using my account btw.

I’m in the 7th grade, and I’m not really pretty, but I’m normal.
I have tons of friends, who are total preps and everything.
I’m starting to like guys who wear skinny leg jeans, and peircings.
For some reason, i tell my friends and that FREAK out on me.
I just ignore it, but I really do like this guy.
He is in the 8th grade, one year older than me.
He is emo, and is SUPPER hott.
His locker is like 5 down from mine, and i see him all the time.
Our eyes meet constintly, and we stare at eachother for a couple of seconds, like were sharing a secret.
After school, today, i was sitting by the window, and I saw the boy. He was looking hott as normal, but he was with a girl!
As the bus got closer i realized they were holding hands.
I would of started to cry, but i was in public.
Once the guy saw me, he stopped holding hands with the girl, and stared at me.
I looked back, but then my friend called my name and i talked to him.
MORE INFO COMMING!
I have blonde hair, and blue eyes, but I have glasses, CONTACTS SOON, and braces.
I’m still pretty, and everything, but the thing is..
He has black hair, he wears all black, he has 4 pericings, two on his ear, a lip and one tounge.
We are total oppisites, but he still looks at me.
My question is..
How do I get this guy to like me and notice me.
I want to date him, but I need help!
I dont even know his name though!!!

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Is this Paragraph in Past Tense Throughout?
I am writing a fairy tale (a modernized version of Beauty and the Beast), and it has to be in past tense. I just want to know if this paragraph is in past tense throughout, and if it is not, could you please fix the errors:

The note read, “Please help yourself to the roses in the garden.” It occurred to

Richard that Megan had had asked for a rose, so he decided to go outside to the

garden. As Richard was searching for the perfect rose, he thought about how happy

Megan would be when she received the rose. While deep in thought, Richard heard a

loud crash from inside the house. Richard promptly turned around in time to see

7’6” giant crashing through the back window and yelling loudly, “Get out of my

garden now, you fool, or I will soon turn you into a my new swimming pool.” The

giant grabbed the man by the collar and threatened Richard with captivity in the

cellar forever. Richard pleaded with the giant to let him return home. “Please let me

go. I was only getting a rose for my daughters’ friend Megan. ”The giant, whose

name was Yao Ming let Richard go, but ordered him to send Megan back to live with

him.

Once Richard safely returned home, Megan could tell that something was

wrong. “Richard, what is going on? You do not seem yourself today,” Megan said.

Richard knew he could not tell Megan that she had to live with a giant, but he also

knew that he could not keep secrets from people. “You have to go live with a giant in

Compton,” Richard stated. Without hesitation, Megan left for the giant’s mansion,

and when she arrived, she was pleased to see that giant was not as forceful as she

thought. Over the next couple of days, the giant treated Megan like royalty by

taking her out to nice restaurants, buying her expensive jewelry, and taking good

care of her. The giant has fallen in love with Megan, and at the end of every night he

asks her to marry him, but Megan always rejects him. Megan could not see herself

being married to a giant, even though he treated her well. After each refusal, Megan

dreams about the man of her dreams, Brad Pitt, who pleads with her to answer why

she keeps refusing him. Megan does not see any connection between the giant and

Brad, and decides to look deeper into the house in hopes of finding Brad. After

desperately searching through all of the rooms, Megan realizes that there is no Brad.

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: Everyone 13 and older must read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Before Sidekicks & iPods.
*Before MIKE JONES
*Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX.
*Before the 5 hours(5min) of homework you put off every night.
*WHEN LIGHT UP SNEAKERS WERE KOOL
*When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
*When gas was $0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was a new thing.
*When we recorded stuff on VCRs & paid $3.50 for a movie.
*When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.
*When 2Pac and Biggie where alive.
*When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.
*Way back……….
*Tag.
*Hide-n-Go Seek at dusk.
*Red Light, Green Light.
*Heads Up 7 Up.
*Playing kickball & dodgeball until your porch light came on.
*Hopscotch.
*Slip-n-Slides.
*Tree Houses.
*Hula Hoops.
*Skip-its.
*Reading R.L. Stine’s Goose Bumps.
*The annoying Nano Pets & Furbies.
*Running through the sprinklers.
*Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King.
*Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.
*Getting the privelage to sit in the front seat of the car.
*Drinking Sqeeze It “Squeeze The Fun Out Of It.”
*But wait….
*Watching Saturday Morning Cartoons in your PJ’s still wrapped up in your Garfield comforter.
*Hey Arnold, Doug, Rugrats.
*The original Power Rangers
*Or what about….
*The Secret Life of Alex Mac.
*Ren & Stimpy.
*Double Dare.
*Rocko’s Modern Life.
*AAAHH!! REAL MONSTERS.
*Wild & Crazy Kids.
*Clarissa Explains it All.
*Salute Your Shorts.
*Are You Afraid of the Dark?
*The original cast members of All That.
*Kenan & Kel.
*The Magic School Bus.
*Flash Forward.
*Pete and Pete.
*Legends of the Hidden Temple.
*Hey Dude.
*Dinosaurs.
*Pinky and the Brain.
*Blossom.
*Hangin’ With Mr. Copper.
*Wishbone.
*Bill-Nye the Science Guy.
*Kablamm.
*Who could forget Snick? & Nick @ Nite with Bewitched, I Dream of Jeanie, The Facts of Life, & I Love Lucy.
*Where everyone wanted to be in love after watching The Wonder Years.
*Or Nick Jr. with Face!
*Gulah-Gulah Island.
*Alegra’s Window.
*Little Bear.
*Under the Umbrella Tree.
*The Busy World of Richard Scary.
*The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.
*Kool-Aid was the drink of choice.
*Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.
*Class field trips. (to the ZOO!)
*When Christmas was the most exciting time of year.
*When $5 seemed like a million, & another dollar a miracle.
*When you begged to go to McDonalds for dinner everyday.
*When Toys ‘R’ Us overuled the mall.
*Go back to the time when…..
*Argument’s were only started when it came to who was gonna be the redranger.
*Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’.
*Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming ‘do over!’
*’Race issue’ ment arguing about who ran the fastest.
*Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in ‘Monopoly’.
*It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends.
*Being old referred to anyone over 20.
*A chance to skate as a couple at the local roller rink was like winning the lottery.
*Scrapes & bruises were kissed & made better.
*It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the ‘big people’ rides at the fair.
*When playing Nintendo was the hardest thing ever.
*When Ninja Turtles ruled the world.
*When Lisa Frank was the raddest thing ever.
*When a candy bar at the grocery store was the highlight of your day.
*When coupons collected all year could get you a prize in your class auction.
*When the only thing you cried over was your mom being late to pick you up.
*When stress was addition and subtraction.
*When friendships were as complicated as who’s house to sleep over.
*When shaving cream was just meant for play.
*When a first kiss only lead to cooties.
*When Valentines Day meant cards for all.
*When birthdays were a class event.
*When a friend moving away was the saddest day of your life.
*When the summer lasted forever.
*When time didn’t matter.
*These were the days we hadn’t realized escaped us until it’s all brought back
some of them 13 year olds can relate to, i know i can
BTW I planning to add to the list and put it in chicken soup for the teenage soul perhaps so every bit of imput will help!

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My best guy friend and I (he’s my neighbor) spend a LOT of time together. Pretty much 7 days a week he comes over and hangs out all night. We’ve never hooked up but there has always been a connection there that we both haven’t acted on. Since I’ve lived next door to him (a little over a year) he hasn’t dated anyone.

I thought he told me everything. I mean, we talk about EVVVVERYTHING. When I meet guys, I tell him about it. I haven’t had a boyfriend since I’ve lived here but I’ve definitely had a few “make-out” sessions He always seemed a little bit jealous and talked a little crap, but nothing too serious.

He came over the other night, like clockwork, but didn’t stay long at all. He said he was going to go home and shower. Well, he did and he left REAL quickly. So, I called him. Naturally. I said, “Hey.. where are you off to in such a hurry?” and he kinda paused a little and said,, “Oh.. I didn’t tell you I had a date tonight?” UMMMM NO! I didn’t even know he met a girl. He said he’d been talkin to her on the phone a little and was taking her out.

My question is…. WHY did he hide it from me? He always tells me everthing – why didn’t he tell me this? The night BEFORE, he came home from work a little later than normal and I was already in bed so he literally came and knocked on my bedroom window. I woke up, went outside and he didn’t have a reason. I thought he just wanted to see me.

Why did he keep this date a secret from me?
But why didn’t he tell me about this girl? Why be sneaky?
Like a nosy mother? Listen, if anyone is nosy in our friendship – I’m telling you right now, it’s him.

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1. Start the conversation with “My call to (Pizza Place), take one… and… ACTION!”

2. If using a touch-tone phone, press random numbers while ordering. Tell the person taking the order, “would you please stop doing that…?”

3. Terminate the call with, “Remember, we never had this conversation.”

4. Do not name your toppings; rather, spell them out.

5. Ask what the order taker is wearing.

6. Order 52 pepperoni slices arranged in a fractal pattern following from an equation you are about to dictate. Ask if they’re getting all of this down.

7. If they repeat the order to verify it, say “OK. Your total comes to $10.99. Please pull up to the window.”

8. Ask if you get to keep the pizza box. When they say “Yes,” heave a sigh of relief.

9. Put the accent on the last syllable of “pepperoni,” using a long “i” sound.

10. Say “Are you sure this is (Pizza Place)?” When they say yes, say “Well, so is this! You’ve got some explaining to do!” When finally offered proof that they are really (Pizza Place), start to cry and ask, “Do you know what it’s like to be lied to?”

11. Ask to see a menu.

12. Say you’ll be able to pay for this “when the Hollywood people call back.”

13. Demand imperiously, “Do you have ANY IDEA what is at stake with this pizza?!?”

14. Order two toppings, then say, “No, they’ll start fighting.”

15. Punctuate your sentences with exclamations such as “Great Caesar’s Ghost” and “Jesus Joseph and Mary in Tinsel Town.”

16. Start the conversation by reciting the date and time, and saying, “This may be my last entry.”

17. Sing the order to the tunes of songs from Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” album: “Chop your pizza on a mirror!”; “Master! Master! Put hot sausages on my pizza!”; or “Gimme Pizza! You will do what I say, when I say Gimme Pizza!”

18. Give your order, then state firmly, “And that’s as far as this relationship is going to get.”

19. Ask for a deal available from a different pizza chain (e.g., if phoning Domino’s, ask for a CheeserCheeser)

20. When listing toppings you want on your pizza, include another pizza. Repeat this nested loop until asked to stop, then explain that you got “stuck.”

21. Learn to play a blues riff on the harmonica. Stop talking at regular intervals to play it.

22. Learn to imitate a celebrity’s voice. Stress that you won’t take any crap from some two-bit can’t-hack-it pimple-faced gofer.

23. Attempt to teach the order-taker a secret code. Use the code on all subsequent orders.

24. When the order is repeated, change it slightly. When it is repeated again, change it again. On the third time, say “You just don’t get it, do you?”

25. When they say “Will that be all?”, snicker and say “We’ll find out, won’t we?”

26. Order with a Speak-n-Spell.

27. If order-taker suggests a side order, ask why s/he is punishing you.

28. Get taker’s name. Later, call exactly on the hour to say, “This is your (time of day) wake-up call, (So-and-so).”

29. If any of the above practices are rejected by the order taker, say, in your poutiest voice, “LAST guy let me do it…”

ill admit i didnt do this on my own. got it from a website.

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So he was acting really flirty, but i DO know he is interested in numerous ppl right now. 7 to be exact. but he doesnt know who he LIKES, hes just interested right now. I am hoping im one of those ppl, because he was being very talkative and flirtyy with me. We were IMing but then i had to go and gave him my #..apparently, he closed the window b4 he wrote it down, and even asked other people what my number was so that he could text me
Well, we were texting and it was going well until…..he said whatta want for christmas?
me: ohhh itunes $$ and a victorias secret giftcard
him: “well whatta want tot buy there?”
me: mmm a few stuffs they have the besssst bras there haha, but you dnt really need to know what…
him: “I was talking about iTunes 0_o…..what kind of music do you like?
ME: hahah woow, thats embarrasing mm i like rock, alternative, indie, and other stufff
he never responded, but my friend thinks he may’ve fallen asleep cause it was like quarter of 12..

SO WHTTA YOU THINK????? did i creep him out?

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