How Can You Help You?

It was near 6 months since we had the pleasure of a line from you. Our fears increased apace and we dreaded some fatal accident befallen [...].” With the worry however, came an ingenuous

So when this little person came and pointed at me, I was taken aback. I mean, thinking about it, of course, it, makes sense she would choose me, the shiniest gem in the entire store. Children like shiny objects from what I hear, but I had been so down I forgot I even had a sparkle to me. It's been years since that child picked me. I’ve seen her face many times in the mirror since then. It surprises me still how she removes every single piece every night before bed. Yet, I remain snuggled between her breasts, since the day I was purchased I’ve only left her neck for minor repairs.

“For now I just want to know more about Jenny Morse other than she has a kind heart and is to receive the key to the city for selfishly helping people in need. I’m sure this whole situation with the restraining order had shaken up the mayor.”

Instead, you were willing to help me when I would ask for help. I found this juster of yours so meaningful because you never laughed when I didn’t know how to spell certain words or have knowledge of the definition of words that I should have known since elementary. For example, when I didn't know what "excluded" or "irrelevant" meant and how to spell “suppose” or “library” and I’m talking about junior year in high school were there were many words I never understood or couldn't spell. However, you taught me the meaning of those words and how to spell them, from that day forward I focus on the way people talk and would listen to the vocabulary they would use. I came to the realization that I never had an understanding of the meaning of half the words people would use and half of the words adults used I could’t spell and define them. You taught me to pay careful attention to the words adults would speak and take those words I couldn't understand and defined them and use those words to better my essays. Although you still continue to get higher scores on your essays than me, because I'm still not college level as I’m suppose to be, but I am better than how I was in the past, with that being said I want to thank you for your

"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

I wanted to do it so badly the night before that but i didn't think you wanted to. but hey i warned you that if you looked at me like that again, something was going to happen lmao. And when i saw your smile after it completly changed my view on life. It showed me tha there was hope for me to be happy and from that moment on i knew thati loved you ashley michelle mcclelland. you are everything i could ever dream for and i hope that i get the chance to show you how much you truly mean to me. these past 5ish months have had some of the greatest experiences of my life. from staying up until 7 oclock talking to you and finally passing out next to you on the couch. to having you there for me when i felt like no one else would be, you have shown me a passion that i have never felt before. I love and charish every part of your being and i dont know where id be if you hadn't have walked into my life. Ashley im sorry that i cant always bring things up when they are bothing me but i sometimes feel like if i do then im going to ruin my chances of being more than just your "friend". because i do want more than that but like i said ash. I want you to be in my life regardless of what

Her enthusiasm lasted till lunchtime, fading only when no one came forward to talk to her, to tell her how beautiful she looked that day, to apologize, perhaps, for the late-night phone call. She is so desperate to know who it was. For her this is one in a billion of amazing things that happen to her. Today would be no different at all, she realized. It was just as if nothing had ever happened. What if it never happens again? Thinking to herself she thought that maybe she was sick and this was all just a dream. No one could ever like someone like her, I mean she wasn’t the prettiest and she didn’t have the “perfect

things I'm trying to scream out for all to hear. I have flickers of hope when I write. Hope that maybe one day my mind will drag me to this computer to type about how much I changed. How I love myself now and all my insecurities have faded into a dark abyss. But that isn't the case, is it? When I write, or type, it's always the same. The same meaning but only with different words. The same call for help but with a different tone. Every time I tell you nothing is wrong something is, but why would you care? I'm fine. Right? I'm okay. Nothing can hurt me if I don't let it, right? But it can and it will. It will drag me so far down you won't be able to hear my screams, you won't be able to hear my pleas for help. But maybe that's for the best. Because I'm sorry but I don't want to let you in. I don't want to let anyone in. I want to suffer until I explode and just dissipate. Because I don't want you to worry. I want to be alright, and I will be. One day soon, or maybe not so soon. I'm lost in such a vast ocean of thoughts. It's like my vocal cords are my bucket but I have hundreds of gallons to remove. One measly bucket is enough. But writing? It holds thousands of gallons of my unspoken

“There’s no insecurity, and you realise you almost sound desperate” Serena creased inside as she realised that is almost how she had come across in the build up to her attempts to land the CEO job. “I don’t have feelings for you, I never have”

Once again, I get butterflies in my stomach. We spit the toothpaste into the sink once we were done brushing our teeth. Marcus grabbed my hand without saying a word and took me to the bed and we both sat down. “Hey is everything Okay?” I asked. “No” Marcus paused “Everything is fine but I want to say that I would love to take you on another date sometime! Do you want to?” “Yes, of course I would love to go on another date with I you and a million more times.” I said smiling at him. Marcus smiled back at me. “Perfect! Let's go!” Marcus said “Go where?” I asked. Marcus smiled and did not reply. He grabbed my hand and left the hotel room. We leave the hotel and get outside. Marcus is looking in all

During our “About Me” questionnaire I was able to learn about Miracles writing attitude and abilities. When given the option to write or draw her answers, miracle chose to use words. She was able to sound out many words and knew some high frequency words. Miracle is not afraid to sound out new words when she wants to use them. She often looks for help when she was not able to figure a word out on her

As if the anxiety washing over me like a wave of heat isn’t enough, I'm pulled into a dark lonely place by my depression. Nothing sends me to that lonely place quite as much as seeing the one thing I desire most of all but can't get: a beautiful girl. I look out the wall of windows that is the store front from my small cluttered cash register stall. I see her coming out of the restaurant up the sidewalk. She is well dressed, and made up for a fancy meal she jut finished. She stands there joking and laughing with her friends and

And all the time we’ve spent growing up together means that he’s had as much of a part in developing my sense of humor as anyone. So, while I have tried to make this speech funny, it’s his fault if it’s not.

I am almost at a lost of words and confused. “But, my dear, I thought you would be thrilled to death. You never get a chance to go out, and this is a real affair, a wonderful one! I had an awful time getting a card. Everybody wants one. You’ll see all the most important people there.” Then