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Where can I get a sticky note to put on my myspace page where friends and I can type/save/change the message? I had one on my page but then I accidentilly deleted it and cant find it again...help please!!!!!!!!

Where can i get a bulletin board myspace layout? I want a myspace bulletin board layout that the about me, who i'd like to meet, comments, etc.. are in like sticky notes or held up by thumbtacks or something. by the way, please don't send me a link to Whateverlife.com , when i click on them it doesnt show me the layout.

How do you make moving myspace pictures so it switches every couple of seconds to a new picture? Like theres this girl who has sticky notes and on one she wrote I and the picture switched so that it said LOVE and than she switched it so it said YOU

Old girlfriend found me on myspace...sticky subject...advice? This is going to be long, so bear with me. A few years back. My sisters friend lived across the road from us. Each day during the summer she would walk up here to spend the night and play games and stuff. I was friends with her brother, and my sister was friends with her. Her brother did not come up as much as her though. Her and i started to get to know eachother, then after a couple summers, we found out we liked eachother more than just friends. We would pass notes to eachother that said things like "i luv u" and stuff like that. Nobody knew that we liked eachother. Then she moved and we sorta forgot eachother. Some days i would think about her, and want to hear from her, but i got so wrapped up in life that she was a thing of the past. We never broke up, so i still liked her a lot. Then i heard that her brother died in a car crash, and i kept thinking about her. She just added me on myspace, and we were talking to eachother for 4 hours on msn. I found out that she still likes me a We were talking on msn for 4 hours, and she still likes me a lot. I like her a lot too. But im not sure if thats good because we havent seen eachother in 4 years. She really wants to see me but i dont know how thats going to happen. My parents would go crazy if i told them about this, because im one of those, straight A, good kids. She said that she was thinking about me while we didnt see eachother. I thought that i was the only one feeling like this, but she was too...i was shocked. I have no clue what to do now. She is a different person from when we last saw eachother, and i am a different person too...but we still have feelings for eachother...help???

Where do you find the new style myspace layouts? So I've been seeing these new style of layouts pop up every now and then. Like some will look like pieces of paper tacked up, or sticky notes.. something like that. But it's a different style of layouts. What website would I go to, to find these? I tried whateverlife.com, but I didn't know what category it would be in. Thanks!

Myspace help. With a layout. moredetail below? My friends have these myspace layouts, and they have sticky notes on the backround and.. ones with writing all over it. i want stuff like that,.. no flashing crap or pink sparkly stuff. and nothing TOO plain. Please help!! The fith day has arrived and im still looking for a frikking layout?!?!!! thankyou x

im looking for a module that looks like a notepad for my myspace? basily i want it to look like a notepad or a sticky note that has my writing on it :) any idea's where i could find a code?

myspace layout location....? does anyone know where i can get the myspace layout that has alot of sticky notes and all of them except 1 is staring at a sticky note mean and mad and that 1 sticky note is in the middle really scared with a sweat drop on his face? can some one find it and link it on here! =] please and thanx alot! i need exact place please

HELP! What was this myspace site called??? It was like "lovemy...(something).com" it had like the map profile when there's like the "about me", "who id like to meet" and "details" button going along the pathway of the map. You click on it and the info pops up??? then theres like the other profiles that are like bulletin boards w/ sticky notes on them where you put your info.

How to react to this:? My best friend of 6 months has always been straight- liking guys- talking about girl stuff, giving a shoulder for me to cry on when I was dumped by my boyfriend, just being there. All of the sudden, last night, she tells me she has begun to date a girl. Her boyfriend dumped her about two weeks ago- she then dated another guy for a few days and broke up with him finding out he cheated. I was hanging out with her on Monday night and she seemed normal- Tuesday- I met some of her friends from different schools. There was a totally BITCHY one (excuse the language) named Marissa. She was HORRIBLE and thought she could control me and of course Liz. When it was time to go- I was going to drop Liz off like usual (we are neighbors) when suddenly this "Marissa chick" gets all protective and says she'll take her home- they live 20 miles out of town. Wednesday- she left her status on facebook "I love you Rissa" and had sticky notes on her Myspace saying "I know that its weird, me dating a girl and all but shes not your average girl- shes the love of my life." I don't know what to say or do- because I feel that I shouldn't have to be exposed to this (if you know what I mean) it makes me feel uncomfortable and weird- just to hang out with her. How am I supposed to react? I don't want you to answer "If you were true friends you could deal with it" because I don't know if I want my best friend Bisexual. I have something in my head: Girls with Boys- Boys with girls- and thats all I can imagine. I'm worried about her doing this all of the sudden- but I am also VERY uncomfortable. Help please, and no don't tell me how I should feel- tell me how I should react in a respectful manner to how I DO feel. Thanks. -Troubled Friend Thanks to all the people who left RUDE answers. I just want to know HOW I SHOULD REACT USING MY OPINION! People are also born with an opinion- I have mine and you have yours. SO RESPECT MINE!

School Cop Senior Prank? I have had an awesome idea for a senior prank of my own and was really wanting to know if it would be illegal or at least something I should not do. I have always wanted to take a bunch of pads of sticky notes and cover the entire school cop's car. I don't want to get into too much trouble, though I don't mind a few detentions or whatever for it. I even plan to fess up and would even take all the sticky notes off the car afterwards. Of course I plan to take a few pictures of the prank for myspace and other personal things. I understand it might be considered vandalism, but I am offering myself up and planning to clean it off afterwards. Also thought I would get people to sign most of the sticky notes and put random messages on them before putting them on the car. How should I go at this? Should I tell people why I am doing it or just have them sign the sticky notes? Please answer asap if possible? I really need to know as this is my senior year and need time to prepare.

girls help a nice man out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so desparate? okay. I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. There is this girl that i really really like. I am 15, and my parents are out of town the last 2 nights. i had a couple of friends over, not a party, just to hang out. she was the only girl there. I was trying hard to show her i like her, but i have never had a girlfriend, so i don't really know how to show it. She kept going in on my bed and saying how soft and comfortable it was. i tried to go in there with her to talk to her, but the other guys kept following me in. Last night, she was on myspace on my computer, and she changed her status update to say "i love dustin" then she grabbed the sticky note pad out of the desk and wrote two notes that say "gaby loves dustin" and stuck them on the computer. then she wrote one that said " I secretely want dustin" and put that between the other two. when i went to bed last night after she left, i couldn't stop thinking of her. ---please read additional details below--- * 12 seconds ago * - 3 days left to answer. Additional Details 0 seconds ago i layed in bed for about an hour and a half thinking of her until I could finally go to sleep. The point is, I don’t think I can go much longer without knowing how she feels about me. Do you think she likes me? How can I tell/show her that I like her. ? but also, she is always saying that she is happy being single and doesn't want a boyfriend. how can i find out?

Girls and guys HELP ME I AM SOOOOOO DESPIRATE? okay. I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. There is this girl that i really really like. I am 15, and my parents are out of town the last 2 nights. i had a couple of friends over, not a party, just to hang out. she was the only girl there. I was trying hard to show her i like her, but i have never had a girlfriend, so i don't really know how to show it. She kept going in on my bed and saying how soft and comfortable it was. i tried to go in there with her to talk to her, but the other guys kept following me in. Last night, she was on myspace on my computer, and she changed her status update to say "i love dustin" then she grabbed the sticky note pad out of the desk and wrote two notes that say "gaby loves dustin" and stuck them on the computer. then she wrote one that said " I secretely want dustin" and put that between the other two. when i went to bed last night after she left, i couldn't stop thinking of her. ---please read additional details below--- * 12 seconds ago * - 3 days left to answer. Additional Details 0 seconds ago i layed in bed for about an hour and a half thinking of her until I could finally go to sleep. The point is, I don’t think I can go much longer without knowing how she feels about me. Do you think she likes me? How can I tell/show her that I like her. ? but also, she is always saying that she is happy being single and doesn't want a boyfriend. how can i find out?

i don't know how much longer i can go on like this.. girls help me? okay. I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. There is this girl that i really really like. I am 15, and my parents are out of town the last 2 nights. i had a couple of friends over, not a party, just to hang out. she was the only girl there. I was trying hard to show her i like her, but i have never had a girlfriend, so i don't really know how to show it. She kept going in on my bed and saying how soft and comfortable it was. i tried to go in there with her to talk to her, but the other guys kept following me in. Last night, she was on myspace on my computer, and she changed her status update to say "i love dustin" then she grabbed the sticky note pad out of the desk and wrote two notes that say "gaby loves dustin" and stuck them on the computer. then she wrote one that said " I secretely want dustin" and put that between the other two. when i went to bed last night after she left, i couldn't stop thinking of her. ---please read additional details below--- * 12 seconds ago * - 3 days left to answer. Additional Details 0 seconds ago i layed in bed for about an hour and a half thinking of her until I could finally go to sleep. The point is, I don’t think I can go much longer without knowing how she feels about me. Do you think she likes me? How can I tell/show her that I like her. ? but also, she is always saying that she is happy being single and doesn't want a boyfriend. how can i find out?

Can someone give me good advice Roommate issues? I need some help my best friend told her ex she was moving out before she even talked to anyone about finding a place to stay so me being me i let her move in i didn't want her to be homeless as she also said since i have dogs that need to go out she would take them out during the day while i was at work since she doesn't work even though i didnt expect her to that was a deal we had made well she helped around the house and had the dogs out and the house was clean until i felt bad for her and let her boyfriend move in with her and now things have just gone bad at first it was great but now she doesn't wanna help around the house and when she does she will do one thing and nothing else or start on the dishes and not finish them or stack them up and just not do them while i was working i would come home to a house that hadn't been touched and she would be sitting on my computer or watching tv which in my opinion i think isn't fair considering i work 40+ hours a week while she sits at home and does nothing I have taken her to find a job and she will get the application and not turn it in its like she isnt even trying and her boyfriend only works 2 nights a week they have been living here for almost 3 months now and i asked her how much money they have saved up for their own place and they tell me not much so i told her i would take her to put in applications for apartments but the problem with that is they want to live in one apartment complex which is alot of money to come up with and i tried to talk to her and help her by saying you cant be to picky a place is a place on top of they dont wanna help me out with buying toilet paper like on day i left and forgot to get toilet paper and instead of buying some for 1.00 they supposedly didn't use the bathroom all day and i went and bought some that night with the grocery's we have went to yours are yours and mine are mine due to them eating all of the food i buy but then turn around and they dont want us eating their food i have had several talks with them about whats bothering me and they will start doing what we talk about for a couple of days and then its back to sleeping all day long and not helping out i have also noticed being bad mouthed by her on myspace which i feel really angry about considering i opened my door and helped her out and here she is talking bad about me I have also had complaints from the people who live downstairs about them being to loud during their activity at night and even when they play wrestle and i have asked them to keep it down and they make up reasons why they cant which i think is very disrespectful and when someone comes over she always has a attitude and acts like a snobb and goes in her room and shuts the door I have also tried putting sticky notes up like when you use all the toilet paper please replace it or leaving them notes and they just take it down and throw it away just like when they put a pan full of something in the fridge and i thought it was bad and they wasnt here to ask them i didnt know what it was so i threw it away and i did apologize for doing so and next thing you know they buy a box of something go to put it in the cabinet and write on the box dont throw away and to me i feel like their being smartypants about it and when she gets out of the shower she has a bad habbit of leaving the shower head pointed toward the wall for some reason and i asked her to make sure she puts it back down if not when the next person goes to use the shower water floods the bathroom and when i asked her if she forgot to put it down even after she just got out of the shower she said it wasnt her i dunno what else to do im starting to get annoyed i dont wanna loose our friendship but i cant take no more i feel disrespected and that they dont appreciate anything they do pay 1/2 rent even though i was nice enough to not make them pay half of everything so they could save up money they still have nothing saved up but i cant take this nemore its causing me to have relationship problems due to fighting about them and i try to stick up for them and me and my boyfriend get into it even though i do know sometimes he is right we would prob. be better off by ourselves again and when i talk to her about getting her place and try to help her get a job so she can get her 2 year old daughter back from her mom it goes in one ear and out the other she says she wants to better herself and get her daughter back and when i try to help her its like she doesnt even try does anyone have any good advice on how i can either approach them about getting out or help me in general i dunno what to do?

girls help me i am so despirate? okay. I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. There is this girl that i really really like. I am 15, and my parents are out of town the last 2 nights. i had a couple of friends over, not a party, just to hang out. she was the only girl there. I was trying hard to show her i like her, but i have never had a girlfriend, so i don't really know how to show it. She kept going in on my bed and saying how soft and comfortable it was. i tried to go in there with her to talk to her, but the other guys kept following me in. Last night, she was on myspace on my computer, and she changed her status update to say "i love dustin" then she grabbed the sticky note pad out of the desk and wrote two notes that say "gaby loves dustin" and stuck them on the computer. then she wrote one that said " I secretely want dustin" and put that between the other two. when i went to bed last night after she left, i couldn't stop thinking of her. ---please read additional details below--- * 12 seconds ago * - 3 days left to answer. Additional Details 0 seconds ago i layed in bed for about an hour and a half thinking of her until I could finally go to sleep. The point is, I don’t think I can go much longer without knowing how she feels about me. Do you think she likes me? How can I tell/show her that I like her. ? but also, she is always saying that she is happy being single and doesn't want a boyfriend. how can i find out?

i am so confused!!! girls help me please, i am so desperate!? okay. I don't know how much longer I can deal with this. There is this girl that i really really like. I am 15, and my parents are out of town the last 2 nights. i had a couple of friends over, not a party, just to hang out. she was the only girl there. I was trying hard to show her i like her, but i have never had a girlfriend, so i don't really know how to show it. She kept going in on my bed and saying how soft and comfortable it was. i tried to go in there with her to talk to her, but the other guys kept following me in. Last night, she was on myspace on my computer, and she changed her status update to say "i love dustin" then she grabbed the sticky note pad out of the desk and wrote two notes that say "gaby loves dustin" and stuck them on the computer. then she wrote one that said " I secretely want dustin" and put that between the other two. when i went to bed last night after she left, i couldn't stop thinking of her. ---please read additional details below--- i layed in bed for about an hour and a half thinking of her until I could finally go to sleep. The point is, I don’t think I can go much longer without knowing how she feels about me. Do you think she likes me? How can I tell/show her that I like her. ? but also, she is always saying that she is happy being single and doesn't want a boyfriend. how can i find out?

Do you think...? that the way questions are answred on the computers and internet section is largely ineffective? I mean when the same question is being asked for the 13490 time within the past 24 hrs, do you think we are actually not answering the questions that honestly shed new light? we should really petition yahoo to put up a few "sticky notes" that can be read. (everyone who agrees can start by asking this question again and again so some of the higher uppers read it. It would also helped if you starred this question) this way, at least this section, will not be hampered and bogged down with the same questions like (taken straight from yahoo answeres computer and internet section) "what is a good virus protection program?" "where can i get music for free?" "how can i put music on my myspace?" "which is better pc or mac?" "Which is better windows vista or windows xp?" "why doesn't mac ever get viruses?" "What is limewire?" "How do i put music on my itunes?" It would be much more efficient...

i pretty much suck.please read this.? i never had a bf.i dont have friends.i used to 2 years ago and 2 states away.ive never had a myspace or been in a chatroom.i dont know much about famous people,new movies,music,things like that.im SUPER shy.i get nervous when ppl start to talk to me.ive never been invited to a party(the kind where u sneak out of ur house and get drunk&stoned).im not really good at anything.i dont know urban words(not ''slang'' really).im 13 turning 14 in a couple months.i hear of like 9 year olds who have myspaces and have had ther first kiss.i dont how to soicialize good.if i start a conversasion w/ sumone,thers almost ALWAYS an akward pause.i dont know that many bands.i could have an ok time,until i see teens w/ friends,on cell phones,in very new looking clothes,or even holding hands.i had such a hard time at school(i dont feel like being reminded y),i decided to do homeschool until we were expecting to move.the year starded again.i see kids come out of school w/ friends and it reminds me how sh***y my life is.my parents say were not moving for a while.it always makes me abset to hear that.im not going back to my old school or anyone in town.the teens at my old school know other teens at other schools in town.it makes me abset to think about halloween,how everyones going to do somthing fun w/ ther friends.i dont even wanto think about my birthday.it makes me burst into tears.also,i have been really lazy about my homeschool program.ive been seeing a theripist.its not really working at all.all she tells me is to think happy thoughts.isnt that why im ther for.she even said to put sticky notes saying positive thoughts.thats is not going to work at all.its being indenial about ur emotions.WTF.i dont know WHAT to do. about the party thing,its more about being rejected/accepted,that kind of thing.i always heard everyone gossiping about the next party that weekend.it just made me feel like an outcast. i am NOT GOING BACK 2 that school,EVVVVER!!!!!! i dont wanna show my face ther ever again.kids would make fun of me when i would walk through the hallway,usually about how i was considerd ugly.almost everyday i would have 2 pretend i was sick,mostly my parents would let me stay home bc they knew how hard it was 4 me being at school.i have a REALLY hard time soicializing w/ ppl.btwthe reason i have friends is NOT cause im mean. 1.i didnt know how 2 soicialize,AT ALL. 2.i didnt know pretty much anything about music. 3.i dont know how 2 make friends. 4.i never have anything 2 talk about.i am so bad w/ talking 2 ppl. btw,could sum1 help me w/ my birthday.most of the time i get abset when i think about it.i dont know what 2 do about halloween either.

School HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? Im starting middle school [sixth grade] and i want to kno how tonot get amde fun of and stufff i also wanna kno ok i have a couple boys who i think like me can u help Boy 1 --------------- His name is caden he has a gf but beforehe would smile at me alot and i gave him a note/sticky and he said he was special there were like 50 and he wore them on his shirt all day until he got in trouble Boy 2 ------------------- Petey He likes me for sure but i dont like him how do i tell him i dont like him? Boy 3 ---------------- Jordan on yoville[on myspace] he was hosting a party in his house on it. it was called party date.he needed a gf over 11 and stuff and he invited me too ibut i couldnt find the server but he talks to me alot and stuff so what do u think also what should i wear? i dont think he was desperate because he had a couple girls asking him at the time [hayley,jenna.lindzay,more] If caden becomes single ill go for him but he flirted with me before he got a girlfriend and jordan i kno him realkly well in rl he broke up with his gf but she went physco and he was pretty much forced to date her . ;o ok i was offered to go to my first year in highschool because i was way above all other student how bout u learn something

PISCES SPREADING RUMORS ABOUT ME? ok so i don't know what to do my ex broke up with me a month ago . This is a sticky situation and the break up was bad.. so my family lives accross the street from this guy and I am always visiting my family everyday and this is what I did before i met him and even when he disapeared to his moms house I was still at my families house no matter what because my cousin is my best friend , i help her out alot by babysitting , or taking her where she needs to go and my girlfriend lives accross the street too and is my workout partner.I needed my friends and my family to get me through our break up because i was in alot of pain. so during our break up i made the mistake of wanting to try and end things on a good note so that we wouldnt have to feel the akwardness of being in the same neighborhood. he took it all wrong and it made things worse, at first i accepted the fact that he wanted to just be friends and backed off but then he started making rude comments to me on my myspace which pissed me off and I confronted him about it only making him say even worse stuff to me which hurt , he told me at that point that we were still friends but to leave him alone and he would call me if he wanted to talk (keep in mind he disapeared for 3 weeks and stayed with his family out of town to let things settle at this time).I admit i was aggressive about all of this because i couldn't understand why he was being so mean and rude all of a sudden. So i stopped calling him and since then he returned back home. When I seen him I completly ignored him and everytime I went outside to smoke a cig he seemed to step out of his house a few min later which was weird. Now he is going around talking shit about me and tryn to make me look bad infront of our friends. im tryn to keep my distance and respect his choice. While he was gone I was doing the same things im doing now which is tryn to work out with my cousins and friend to loose weight and keep him off my mind at the same time, I can't be alone right now cause this is helping and when im alone i think of all that went wrong. Idk what to do or how to make him stop or why he is spreading lies about me for no reason at all cause i don't say much to our friends when they ask about the situation except to my girlfriends in which i suspect is maybe the sourse of gossip at this point, maybe what i tell her gets back to him idk. But why is he doing this, he hurt me really bad but it seems like he is out for revenge and idk why? what do I do, how do I make this stop and he is making me look bad and I shouldn't have to change what im doing because he can't handle this and let go of what ever unresolved issues he has with me . I care about him and i let him go because i just wanted him to be happy cause i seen what I was doing wrong.. can anyone help me, why is he doing this?

Do you think...? that the way questions are answred on the computers and internet section is largely ineffective? I mean when the same question is being asked for the 13490 time within the past 24 hrs, do you think we are actually not answering the questions that honestly shed new light? we should really petition yahoo to put up a few "sticky notes" that can be read. (everyone who agrees can start by asking this question again and again so some of the higher uppers read it. It would also helped if you starred this question) this way, at least this section, will not be hampered and bogged down with the same questions like (taken straight from yahoo answeres computer and internet section) "what is a good virus protection program?" "where can i get music for free?" "how can i put music on my myspace?" "which is better pc or mac?" "Which is better windows vista or windows xp?" "why doesn't mac ever get viruses?" "What is limewire?" "How do i put music on my itunes?" It would be much more efficient...

READ me plz! its easy plz! dont be chicken? okay lets see whos not afraid to read this. most of you guys are wimps though. afraid of a good story huh? lol plz read! Blood Feather I remember…wind licking at our faces, the Californian sun shining intensely. I was just 10 years old… it was on this day my happy life came to an abrupt halt. My dad, Peter, suggested that we should go to the beach, together. My mother and I were playing in the sand, as she built a sandcastle we would sit and watch the water eat it away. We glanced down the beach; the sun seemed to be painting a picture for our eyes to feast on. “Dolphin! Dolphin!” We gazed up to see my little brother Charlie splashing in the waves. My mother managed a frown and raised an eyebrow. My mother ran over gracefully, but quickly, and snatched him up out of the water. Looking disappointed Charlie glanced over at dad. “What’s the matter?” He said lowering his sun glasses. “I saw a dolphin!” “It wasn’t a dolphin, Peter,” mother said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Honey,” he said getting up from his seat “why don’t you let him dream a little?” Father’s hair swirled about him madly, looking like a chocolate colored tumble weed. He strided over to Charles and put him easily back in the water. Charlie continued his pursuit toward a hermit crab, going farther out. “There see?” father said. And upon saying this he gazed up at Charles, his eyes shining. Then he noticed a shadow, moving about menacingly a few feet from Charles. Instinctively father dove into the water, picked Charles up, and hurled him toward the shore. The shadow sped vigorously toward father. And in less than a second something had him. The aqua water was suddenly a dark crimson where father was standing. Swimming in a panicky fashion, he tried to head to shore. My mother could do nothing but sit at the waters edge and watch in despair. “Hurry!” She yelled angrily at him. Father was weak from swimming, “He’s got me now,” he said exhaustedly still panicking. “No please don’t leave me!” mother shouted. Her eyes were brimming over with tears and she stared at him intensely, lovingly. Father’s face grew hard and reddened; as he looked at her he inhaled and punched the shark’s nose with all his strength. The shark sped away, there were others, but for now the coast was clear. His eyes grew tired and he fainted, head slamming against the water as he fell. Mother ran to him and dragged him on shore. The sand was now crimson as well; some coral must have scraped his back on the way in. My brother and I stared at our bloody mess of a Father, too young to understand. Knowing what mother would want of me, I convinced my brother to go shell hunting with me. Mother threw a thanking glance in my direction. I nodded my head and went on. I stopped at a nearby pile of shells, letting my brother sift through them. He seemed worried but didn’t speak. I looked back and an ambulance was parked on the sand. They put father on the stretcher and zoomed away. Mother gently picked up his sunglasses and placed them on her head. She stroked Charles’s bleach blonde hair and picked him up. She cradled him and I watched in amazement as he drifted to sleep. She looked up at me, her soft golden hair resting on her shoulders. “Is father okay?” I asked in a low voice. “I – I don’t know.” She said in a whisper, trying to fight tears. Mother coolly walked to where our car was parked. A cute little yellow Pontiac, which reminded me of a big banana. She placed Charles in the backseat, looking at him thoughtfully. I stared out the window at palm trees flying past us. I stared blankly at the road and calmly asked where we were going. “Home for now.” “What about father?” “The paramedic team said that the hospital would call when he’s ready to come home.” “I don’t want to visit; it may be too much on Charles.” Mother focused her rear view mirror toward Charles. He sighed and was holding his arm in a strange position. “Mother,” I said pausing to turn toward her “I think his arm is hurt.” “No. He’s fine. He’s probably in the “sucking the thumb” position.” This was a good excuse since he was only four. Her cell phone started ringing franticly, it startled my brother. Mother slowly lifted it up to answer. “Hello?” she said shakily. “Oh really, already?” “Okay then we’ll be there shortly” she gulped after she answered the phone and said nothing about what they had told her. Rain started pouring down on us as we drove steadily to the hospital making the mood even more depressing. A tall coral shaped white building appeared from the haze as we moved closer. We parked the car near the front. As the engine died mother warned us not to stare and not to be scared she tried to smile encouragingly but it didn’t work that well. I opened the door and stuck my foot out I realized the parking lot was flooded with at least ten inches of water. My legs were short and the water swallowed my foot and touched the top of my shorts. Mother scooped Charles up and we proceeded to the front door. We had no umbrella, and so as we stepped inside the huge sliding doors people stared. I looked up at mother. The rain hadn’t affected her height but her hair was a brunet color and seemed to be covered with hairspray, not flowing about anymore. She didn’t look at the people who stared, but gracefully walked to the elevator. I struggled to keep up. Mother punched in some buttons and up we went my, stomach descending farther down. Then the elevator stopped with a jerk and we stepped out. My stomach was protesting but I moved forward. The halls were long and had many doors on either side. Some pictures that looked like they belonged in a beach hotel lined the walls. Mother stopped and knocked on one of the doors peering into a high window. A nurse opened the door and beckoned us in. Father lay there, eyes closed, unmoving. A white blanket covered him to his waist. He looked fine. The nurse was telling mother about his surgery and how well he was doing. Then tears started rolling down her tan face and we left. In the car mother gained some of her strength again and sniffing she said, “Father…may be a little different from now on,” she paused to stick the key in the ignition. From the back seat Charles squirmed and sat up. “What do you mean?” he asked with sleepy eyes. Mother sighed and preceded, “His leg. His leg is gone.” The car was silent, and we drove home. I must have fallen asleep, I felt mother take me in her arms moving gingerly and sit me down on the bed. My eyes opened and I saw her sitting with me. “Are you awake Grace?” she asked not looking at me. “Yeah,” I said not actually sure of what I had said. “Father won’t be home for a while.” “Where is he? Is he okay?” I asked anxiously. “Shhh!” She quietly tucked me in again. I woke to the sound of yelling. It was coming from mother and father’s room. “This is all your fault!” she rambled on. She must have been on the phone with dad. “Charles… he could’ve been killed!” she sighed heavily and plopped down on the bed. I was quite surprised Charles didn’t get up and poke his head out of his bedroom door. I got up and opened my door slowly, inch by inch. As it squealed in protest I squinted my eyes, hoping it wasn’t too loud. Once it was open I carefully walked down the hall. Our family pictures stared at me and my bare feet made sticky noises on our wooden floors as I passed them. A faint light coming from the door made a line going up the pale yellow wall. I peered through the crack of the door. Mother was sitting on the bed and some light was coming from the window. She was sobbing. I decided I would give her some time alone, so I went back to bed. * * * I woke up, what seemed like, seven years later. Those years rushed past me… only hazy nightmares I couldn’t see. I was now seventeen and had finally gotten a decent car to drive to school. It was a robin’s eggshell blue Volkswagen convertible. Dad moved to California and mom, Charles, and I moved to Chicago. I missed the sunny days of my past life, but in Chicago that couldn’t be helped. It was always cloudy there. Mom had driven us away immediately after the night at our house and into the clouds of Chicago Illinois. My new school was an old school, what was left of it anyways. It was just a big boring brick building. I doubted my looks would help me get any friends. I was tall, sort of, and blonde. My skin was tan, thanks to the sun, I was super skinny too. I looked like a living rail. My first day was horrid. People made fun of my arms, which were skinny too. I rolled my eyes at them when I heard them talking about me. My last class was band, people stared at me and when Coach Luke, the teacher, introduced me… it made things even worse. When I stood I almost fell, my knees collapsing under me. I luckily landed in my chair, sighing with relief when I landed. I didn’t pull my flute out and play, but instead read my book, Coach didn’t seem to notice… or mind. I got interested when coach left the room and the girls beside me began to talk. “Oh my gosh did you see how hot he was!” the brunet said beaming. “Whatever. You’re so obsessed with him, he’s new. Give him a break.” The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. “Have you noticed what a cute couple they make?” the brunet ignored the other’s comment. I heard someone giggling at the back of the room. I laid my book on the ground and turned to see who it was. A muscular boy was hugging this girl. I stared at him; my heart skipped beats and fell to the bottom of nowhere. He was tall and pale, his lips reminded me of the crimson color of a rose. His skin along with his lips looked like the same texture of a flowers petal, soft, delicate, and fragile. The girl was a medium height and had dirty blonde hair that was very long. She too, was pale. He paused hugging her a minute to glance up, his eyes met mine, and he looked intently at me scanning me all over. He looked away, though, as soon as he got the chance. They looked at the door with a concerned expression and quickly but gracefully found their seats. Their movements blew my mind. I was sure if a deer was in the room it wouldn’t have noticed their movement. He was beaming straight ahead, at nothing in particular, and his perfect white smile seemed to bore a hole through me. I looked away so I wouldn’t go blind by his radiance. The brunet nudged me in the shoulder. “He’s looking at you.” She said through her teeth. I was petrified; sure his smile would bore through me this time. Coach walked through the door and looked down at his wrist watch. “Five, four, three two…” he counted down. The loud bell coming from a speaker on the wall startled me and I jumped. I could hear him laughing at me. I ignored it. “Bye! See you tomorrow!” Coach boomed across the room. Coach was buff, I was sure he must’ve been a football player. I turned around to look for him but he and the girl were gone, in fact, every one was gone. How long had I been just sitting there listening to his silk like husky laughter flow over me? I hopped up and headed to the parking lot. My mind went blank as I thought of him. I found myself sitting there staring out the windshield of my convertible. I put the key in the ignition and the purr of the diesel motor awakened me. The sky was cloudy and set numbers of grey shadows onto the front of our house. Our house was only a one story, which was convenient enough. It was Californian style with a terracotta roof and tan stucco textured paint. There were some small palm trees in the flower bed. It didn’t remind me of California, only because it was too cloudy. I parked my bug in our curved driveway and stepped out. Mom, who of course wasn’t home yet, was busied with the chore of picking Charles up from school. I walked inside, sat my keys on the table, and picked up a snack. I turned on the TV and nearly tripped over the coffee table when I saw the commercial, my snack went flying of course. It was an advertisement for pools, but that didn’t matter, it was the fact the guy who was modeling for it looked exactly like him. My heart skipped beats, but then I thought of that girl he was hugging. “If he already has a girlfriend why was he staring at me?” I thought aloud. “Oh well, who needs a stupid boyfriend anyway.” I was still obsessed with him, no matter how hard I tried to resist… I failed. There was just something about him. I heard some bumping noises and looked over to see mother and Charles walking in the door. I was sprawled out all over the floor, an obvious scene for an accident. She gathered the evidence I might be hurt and rushed over to help. “What happened?” she sounded shocked. “Ummm… I tripped.” I fibbed quickly, leaving out the part about the commercial, it sounded convincing enough. “Well honey, you are seventeen, I expected I could leave you at home alone.” her tone was expecting, disappointed. “No really I.” I was interrupted when Charles broke in. “You should be more careful. I’ve seen a drunk person with better balance.” He said mockingly. I ignored him and got some ice for my leg. I must have landed half on the coffee table half on the carpet. It was nearly ten when I caught myself, again, staring into space… on my bed this time. I clicked off my lamp and tried to sleep. I felt utterly stupid; I just couldn’t resist thinking about him. I tried to remind myself he had a girlfriend, but I couldn’t shake him off. On my way to school the next morning I didn’t seem to think about him much, not until a black car that reminded me of his Porsche Cayman passed by. I smacked my forehead and nearly ran off the road. The car behind me blew their horn. I did finally arrive at school, a little on the irritated side. I didn’t see his Porsche in the parking lot though, and so I hung my head and moped my way to my first class. School passed and he wasn’t there, I found myself thinking of and looking for him. “How did school go today?” Mom asked when I got home later than usual. “Okay.” My mouth said but my mind said not okay. I went to bed with an empty stomach shoving my brother aside as I went. I wasn’t hungry, for food at least, but I was hungry, for him. In the morning I found myself engulfing three pop tarts. On the way to school I veered off the road again, and as the other day, the car behind me honked. I was going crazy. I needed socialization… but with whom could I talk with. No one. I’d left all my friends behind in California. For the first few days, I only needed the memory of him. But today my socialization level was low, and my brain urged me to talk to someone, anyone. Say something. In my English class I exploded to the girl next to me. Mr.Birk shushed me and I, in answer, shushed him. Not a good idea. I was given a note to take to the principle, Mr.Birks pointed to the door and I proceeded, glaring at him as I shut the door. “Grace Whitman to the principal for defiance.” The note said in red ink that infuriated me. I ripped it up instantly and threw it into the large garbage can next to the wall. As I headed to the bathroom I scowled at the boy that watched me rip the note up. I grumbled as I opened the door of the bathroom and proceeded to the next stall. I flipped the lid down and sat, balled up, on the toilet. I contented my mind with reading the graffiti on the walls. The most common verse written on the wall was Philip is mine or I love Philip. The bell rang and I willingly left to go to band. “Stupid, ugly, bald, English teacher.” I thought of Mr.Birks face when I said this to myself. The look of defeat filled the wrinkles on his aged face. I smiled victoriously to this thought and headed to band. “Don’t forget to take your instruments home and practice for the auditions tomorrow.” Coach Luke said as the bell rang. I grabbed an audition paper and my flute as I headed for the door. When I got home I pulled out my flute, to distract my mind from him, and practiced. I wasn’t half bad, I wasn’t sure if I’d win the responsibility of the solo or not, not like I wanted it any way, but I was sure I wouldn’t get embarrassed either. When mom and Charles walked through the door I put my flute away automatically. Aware that Charles would want to play it and break it. He did rush over but I turned to put it away before he could speak. I did eat supper tonight, reminded of the horrible hunger that pained me this morning. We ate in silence and after dinner I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. So I cut my computer on and closed my door. I was thinking of him again. I got on Google and typed in myspace. I got on the site and reviewed all the pictures until I failed in my search and fell asleep in my chair. When I woke in the morning my neck hurt. I ignored it and looked over at the clock. “Oh!” I realized I was late and rushed out the door. I ran back in seconds later to grab my flute and paper. I pushed the petal to the floor today; I didn’t even have time to veer off the road today, much less time to think of him. I rushed to math, my first class, and as I set foot in the door the bell rang. I hopped into my seat and shortly after a large stately figure appeared before me. It stretched out its hand to tap on my desk and I looked up, gulping. Mrs. Heather, the slim blond sweet faced teacher, waited in front of me. She slipped a tardy pass to me. I dropped my head as I felt the other student’s eyes watching me, and slunk to the office. When I felt that Mrs. Heather had looked away I walked instinctively to the bathroom, again. She wouldn’t know. The other pupils wouldn’t either. Why should I care? Well, whatever. All other classes zoomed past leaving band as the last memorable survivor. I thought of him again, staring off into space. “Next... Ahem…next! Mrs. Whitman?” coach Luke boomed. I looked up sleepily. I stepped forward to play. I wasn’t scared, only because I didn’t know these students. As I sat in the isolated awaiting seat I looked around the room, and then I froze. He stood out from them all. I stopped breathing as his eyes investigating me. I started noticing my hands turning from red to blue. I breathed again when I heard his girlfriend laugh, assuring me time hadn’t stopped. I was trembling. Coach made a signal with his hands, pushing me on. I played. My breath was shuddering like a leaf about to fall. When I finished all the students were staring at me unbelievingly. “You…Congratulations Grace. I believe you earned the solo.” Coach said in a whisper. Everyone’s eyes widened and then, they all smiled and applauded. I blushed faintly pink and then a dark red when he stood. Time stopped again. But then time continued. As he, like the others, applauded. I inhaled, grateful for a break, then ran to put my flute away when the bell rang. When I turned around I nearly screamed. There he stood, towering over me. He put his hand over my mouth, and again I inhaled sighing afterwards. What felt like an hour later he put his hand away, stepping back. “You…You were incredible.” He said with widened hazelnut colored eyes. “Oh…” I couldn’t continue for a moment, paralyzed by his eyes and face, “Really I didn’t mean too be good. I was actually scared.” I said modestly. “Scared? Of what?” he asked, his breath giving me chills. “Oh nothing really.” I said tearing myself from his thoughtful gaze. “Hmmm. Okay.” He said frowning, shattering the perfection of his face. He turned and winked, beaming at me on his way out. I just stood there, on the verge of fainting. I should’ve chased him. But I was too weak. “That was great, Grace.” Coach said, walking over to pat my shoulder. I walked cheerfully to my car. “I made a friend today, a nameless friend.” I thought shakily on the way home. I couldn’t stop smiling, and mom and Charles noticed. “School good today huh?” Mom asked at dinner, smiling. “Uh…yeah I made my first friend.” I said, fumbling on the word friend. “Good.” She said. Charles rolled his eyes. I rolled mine back and hauled off to bed. I fell asleep and woke up smiling. “Stupid boy.” I thought, laughing at my remark. I went to the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. I didn’t usually put on make up. I had natural beauty mom called it. I hated popular people. They just had to put it on. What ever. When I arrived at school he was in all my classes. Why didn’t I see him yesterday? I shrugged off the thought and went to my next class, Science. The tall, black wiry haired teacher, Mr. James nearly put me to sleep with his lectures. He was staring from the lab table across from mine at me. No one sat next to me on the vacant stool. I imagined him sitting next to me and felt better, completed. I was just too timid to ask him his name. Time flew by when I wasn’t looking at him anyway. On my way home I smiled as I thought of him again. Then frowned to know he was my only friend and I didn’t know his name. When I got home I watched TV sitting impatiently as I waited for that commercial to come on. It never did. Mom didn’t come home the usual time tonight. She was occupied with a meeting that she took Charles to. I laughed to think of how bored Charles would get. Torturing my brother was hilarious, especially if I wasn’t doing it. An hour later when the commercial still hadn’t come on, I wrote a note and put it on the counter. Grabbing a piece of pizza from the fridge on the way. “Dear mom,” the note read, “Gone bike riding. Be home soon, love Grace.” I marched out the door grabbing my keys of the table. I pulled my bike out from under the shed and rode down our street a ways. I took a small dirt path that led to nowhere and thought of him on my way. I pedaled on and on not sure where I turned or went, just kept going and going. I wasn’t sure how far I’d gone when I reached a small stream. I looked at it for a minute, then turned and went home. Mother looked worried and confused when I walked in. But I just marched to my room and went to bed.