I ran out to the balcony and peeped down. WTF?!?!..he landed perfectly on his feet like any sneaky cat jumping down from a wall. He stood up and started walking until he disappeared into the dark foggy night. I was amazed shocked and scared at the same time. How could he have done that? That explains how he reached up here. ‘Hmm’ I whispered to myself walking back into the room. I threw myself on my huge king-size bed and fell asleep.

- NEXT MORNING -

A calm voice whispered, ‘Wake up Princess’ Come on we don’t have all day’. I turned my back away from the voice that was becoming annoying. ‘Come on ! do we have to do it the hard way?’ I groaned and pushed my self to get out off bed. I looked at the time 12 o ‘ clock! I made my way to the bathroom while my personal maid tidied the room and picked out something for me to wear. Standing in front of the mirror I combed my long blond hair into a messy ponytail and took a nice, warm and relaxing bath.
A few minutes later I was groomed and headed downstairs for lunch in the dining room. My mother was already around the table waiting for me.I sat down ready to take down the nice and scrumptious food the chef made.’Amber’ my mom said softly. ‘I have some news to share with you.’ ‘Ugh’ I said rolling my eyes. ‘What is it now mom’. I said pushing the fork filled with food in my mouth.

‘Well I was in a meeting today and the members of the board suggested that by the age of 21 you should get married.’
‘WHAT!!!!’ I shouted
“You heard me..” she said Getting up from hair chair.
“BU..BUT”I replied stammering
”Ah Ah Ah” she cut me off.” We are going to have a ball, this will give you a chance to meet the ones we have selected for you.” She said triumphantly.’ I slouched back in the chair extremely angry.”Now listen to me Amber, I know this is kinda hard for you but you are going to have to learn how to cope,Ok?” She said.”Cope??!” I screamed. I was face to face with her now.” I HATE YOU!.WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU?” I shouted . “A good one” she said smiling. “ARGGGGGGGH!”I screamed . I was pissed and frustrated. I turned away from her kicking the table chairs knocking off my mother’s priceless vase she got from the King of France. She Gasped ,HAH! I shouted, I could see the hurt in her eyes with anger. She ran to the vase picking up the pieces in her hands trying to fix them back together; Then reality hit her and she broke down into tears. I felt sorry and guilty at the same time but I didn’t care, I marched my way up the stairs and into my room. I was still feeling a little sleepy but I couldn’t help thinking about what ma mom sed to me,especially when marriage was the last thing on my mind. I hate the marriage thing and the whole princess role play.I went into the other part of my room where the TV was. I lay down on the black leather couch kicking off my shoes,as I filliped through the channels my eyes gave out and I was fast asleep.

‘Hmmmm’ I groaned as I felt my face being caressed. I quickly jumped up connected my forehead with the person.”shit”I said holding my head,I looked up to see Chris holding is forehead in pain.’omg I’m so sorry’ I said. I was embarrassed but it seemed as if he didn’t care.” Missed me?” he said coyly. I smiled “maybe.” He held my hands pulling me up from the couch. His hands wrapped around my waist pulling me in for another passionate kiss but the memories of last night flashed through my head. I pushed him off, Get away from me! I said. I could see the hurt in his eyes and he looked confused. I saw you when u jumped off the balcony last night, I quickly ran to see and u landed perfectly on your feet..LIKE A CAT! I don’t understand! How can you do something like that,its just not human.”Are you even a human?” I asked curiously. He leaned against the wall with a evil smile on his face.”I’m not smiling with you,so wipe that smile off your face!”I was getting angry, he wasn’t answering until he finally replied.”you really wanna know?” he asked.”Yesss.” I hissed. He started walking towards me, so I backed up feeling scared.”Don’t worry I’m not gonna hurt you.” he said. I kept on backing up until a wall was behind me. Ugh I thought a wall again. He was now standing in front of me with his hands resting on the wall. I wanted to push him away but at the same time I liked it. “Sooo?” I said waiting for him to answer my question. He chuckled and his fangs extended.

Oh my god…. I was afraid, I tried to escape from him but he was too strong,there was no way out.”Hey hey, I’m not gonna hurt you I promise,I’m not that type of guy.” he whispered.

I felt relieved. His fangs contracted, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me sending sparks through my body. Oh I longed for his kisses,so I kissed him back. Things were getting really heated between us,until I felt his hand sliding under my shirt introducing me to a new feeling that I have never felt before. I moaned as he nibbled on my bottom lip. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bedroom and dumped me on the bed. He was now on the top kissing me passionately. I quickly snapped back into reality, WTF was I doing ! “Chris..I don’t think I’m ready for this.” I whispered. “You sure?”he replied “Yeah”.”Fine I wont force you to do something you don’t wanna do.” he said. I smiled at least some part of him was caring.”I should get going now”He whispered in my ear.”oh..ok bye then” I said. He kissed my on the cheek and exited through the balcony. I guess that was his way of saying goodbye.

Recently I read an advertisement that said, “Be different. Be yourself.” It reminded me of a story I once heard about a lion who had been separated from his parents at birth. He grew up in a flock of sheep. Because the cub believed himself to be a sheep, he behaved like one. He was a lion in a sheep-trance.

The story of the lion is a bit like many of our stories. We too are often in a trance. We too seem to have forgotten who we really are. And because of this mistake, we have identified ourselves with different images and ideas. We have put on masks and have actually begun to believe that we are these masks. Of course it is impossible to be happy if you are a lion and live like a sheep. The secret of getting to know yourself is that there is something inside you that is totally different from what you pretend to be.

The only way to get to know this real self is through thorough research. Most people don’t have time for this. Or should I say that they don’t make time for this? That’s the beauty of time: you can make it! During my research I came up with four things that are of vital importance. The first is silence. The second is the relationship with myself. Third is the relationship with the Supreme and finally comes my relationship with those around me. It is actually important to think of them in this order. We usually approach them the other way around. We are very concerned about the relationships we have with others, some of us think about God, few think of their inner self and hardly anyone has a relationship with silence.

Before I began meditation – some sixteen years ago—silence was not very high on my priority list. I hadn’t a clue what it was really. I was a workaholic, and workaholics don’t waste time on futile hobbies like silence. My life was active, dynamic. And it ran in the family. After she got a divorce, my mother told me why she had always been so incredibly busy. She had literally been running away from the pain she had felt because of her unfulfilling marriage. It made me aware that work can be just another addiction, a way to cover up pain, a way to avoid the things we don’t know how to deal with. So, that’s the way I was brought up: never stopping, never being, always doing.

My inner journey started with the wish to break through this vicious cycle of running around; with trying to ‘just be’ for a change. The first few years in meditation weren’t easy. I found it hard to relax and couldn’t sit still. My creative mind kept racing. It was actually my body that came to my rescue and forced me to sit—or rather lie—still. Slowly but surely my mind accepted defeat; and while the white flag was hoisted, the silence set in.

It takes time to get used to being silent and doing ’nothing’. I remember one morning sitting on the sofa —meditating—when one of the neighbors passed by the window. Before I knew it I had picked up a magazine and pretended to be reading. For so long I had lived with the idea, “I do, therefore I am.” I was afraid that the neighbors would think that I was doing nothing. But I was even more afraid of that inner voice, the Inner Critic, who had been pushing me beyond my limits for many years. Now that my mind was becoming more silent, I became more aware of this inner voice. It took me some time to understand what this inner criticism does, how destructive it is.

Many people mistake criticism for intellectualism; they think it is good to have an opinion about everything and to judge others. But I have found that it is actually a very negative habit. It hurts others, but above all you hurt yourself with this kind of negative judgment. I think it derives from the wrong notion of perfectionism. Perfectionism is not the same as perfection, in the sense of completion. ‘Being complete’ means: being whole with all powers and virtues inside the self. Perfectionism is something different. Perfectionists try to control people and situations so that nothing goes wrong. They want everything to be smooth and can’t handle a ripple in the pond. Instead of being focused on the beauty of life they are obsessed by the shortcomings and imperfections of themselves and others. They continually correct themselves and others—sometimes in words, always in thoughts.

Now I’m not saying that we shouldn’t try to make things better and strive for perfection. After all, we all come from that state of inner harmony and wholeness. So, it is only natural that we would want to return to that state once more. But the projected anger at having lost your own perfection is not going to bring this wholeness back. In fact it creates a lot of problems in relationships. It is not easy to face, or even see, your own shortcomings. It is easier to see this in others and so the Inner Critic lashes out at others. And there is always something: the way someone dresses, talks, behaves … there’s no end to it. But what we are actually doing is criticizing our own behaviour

The way to get to know the Inner Critic is to pay attention to your feelings: how do I feel about myself? How do I feel about other people? Recently my dentist told me that if he were to remove my mercury fillings, my feelings about myself would change. Isn’t it amazing that something like that can actually change the way we feel about ourselves? Feelings can change so rapidly and there is so much influence, that the best way to look at feelings is: They are just feelings. And one feeling leads to another. When you look behind all those feelings and emotions there is still you. It is like with anger: You can feel angry, but that doesn’t make you an angry person. It is good to separate your feelings from your self.

Take fear, for instance. A few years ago I traveled in Australia. I was on a domestic flight that would only take forty-five minutes. But on the way we got caught up in a tropical storm with lots of rain. We tried to land, went up again, tried to land again. This went on seven times. The experience was terrifying, people were screaming. The thing is that I am afraid of flying anyway, so you can imagine how I felt. My fear grew and grew until I had reached the limits of the fear. I just couldn’t be more frightened. Then, suddenly, it disappeared. It was gone. I began to smile. I saw how funny the situation was and was able to calm others around me as well. When we reached out destination eleven hours later I had realized deeply: a feeling is only a feeling. It can bother you for many years, then suddenly—it can be gone. Feelings change, we don’t!

When I allow silence to enter my mind, I come to know who I am, deep down inside. I begin to understand my motivations. With myself I can be honest. I don’t need to fool myself. When I begin to listen to myself, it is possible to discover things which are different from what I was expecting to find. May be I am a very different person from whom I thought I was. May be I am a lion living in a sheep-trance. If I am, then the process of recognition and change begins. It can be a bit painful to destroy the self-created images of ourselves, but above all it is liberating. Of course people around us will say, “Hang on, that’s not who you are, that’s not how I know you.” They will try to pull you back. It takes courage to change. It can be painful to discover how little your friends and family really know you. But, actually, you can’t blame them. After all, it was you who has been misleading them by not showing your real self. You only showed them the mask.

We have identified ourselves with so many external things. People have different faces. Our identity is in the clothes we wear, the jobs we have, where we live and so on. Some people are completely different at work from at home. They show only a part of themselves at work. In a way they mislead their colleagues. In the Dutch State Prison I teach meditation to young men who are there because of drug related crimes. So, apart from their punishment, they are also addicts. Not an easy group of youngsters! They are offered psycho-therapeutic sessions to make them aware of the pain of their past. This is important, as they have tried to flee from the past by means of drug-abuse. After they are sober I get the opportunity to do meditation and positive thinking sessions with them. These boys have taught me so much about myself. They have nothing left to hang on to, nothing worth identifying with. Their friends and girlfriends don’t want to see them any more; often they have lost their teeth and hair. I talk to them about freedom imprisonment. They are always telling me, “What do you know about imprisonment? When you leave this place you are free.”

But what is freedom? Maybe I’m addicted to my work, my relationship or to negativity. These soul cages are prisons too. Some of us are locked up so tight, it’s like we have given ourselves a life sentence. I tell the inmates that I honestly don’t know who is more free, them or us outside. After all, they have all the time in the world to rethink their life. Away from the struggle of everyday life, it is a lot easier to change patterns. Some people even pay lots of money to spend time in a monastery or a private island just to get away from it all to straighten things out. When I tell those young men in prison that some people might even be a bit jealous of them, they laugh, but they understand.

They are also open to meditation. They love it. They lie down on the floor, hang in their chairs, sometimes they cry. For a few minutes they experience themselves as they really are. Sitting together in meditation makes you forget that you are in the same room with murderers or muggers. They also forget these things. We just sit together and forget the masks. We meet as souls. In therapy people often focus only on what went wrong. When I meet these boys I tell them, “Forget your past for a little while. Let’s see what qualities and specialities you still have left.” When they express some of these qualities, I remind them of these. I don’t remember their names, but I remember their qualities.

Forgiveness is a big issue to them. Only when they learn to forgive themselves can they let go of their false identity. They need to understand why they have been doing these things: not because they are bad people, but because of misunderstandings. Only then can they forgive and regain their self worth again.

Forgiving yourself means healing your heart. If you keep punishing yourself, you are still behind bars. You are still in prison. And because you are in prison, you imprison others as well. No one wants to be in prison on their own. We want company. If your identity is shame-based, you will look for others who have the same problem. You will always hurt one another. Hurt people hurt people. These projections on each other will keep going on until you heal yourself. And only when you heal yourself will you be able to heal others.

We have to understand that we are free. Souls are free. No one can encage us; we have chosen the cage ourselves. We have made ourselves into victims. And if we enjoy playing the role of victim there is always someone who is willing to play the role of victimiser—the bird and the cage. If we want to be free, my advice is: Don’t run away from your ‘cage’; don’t run away from the relationship(s) you are in, instead understand what’s going on and change yourself. To me this is honesty. And it is the only way to really free yourself. Don’t spend all your energy on trying to change others. It’s no use. All your energy will go into arguments, fights and repeating the same quarrels over and over again. Others will only change when they want to change, when they understand they have to change. Change comes from an inner motivation. But if we use our precious energy on changing ourselves, the chances are that the other will also change. It’s time to reclaim your soul.

Real relationships start with silence. Then you can begin to create a better relationship with yourself, then with the Supreme, then with others. The reason why relationships with others come last is because others never see in us what God sees in us. We often see ourselves through the eyes of others. So, if someone only sees 20 percent of who we are, we also only see that much. God sees us as we are, He sees our complete potential. If you learn to look at yourself the way God looks at you, you will begin to see your real you. If you learn to connect with the Supreme Being your pure feelings are being stimulated and enforced. It is so wonderful to be in contact with a being who is so close to your original nature. You feel so comfortable in the presence of someone who is soul conscious. You begin to relax, because you are being recognized. You don’t need to prove yourself any more.

I feel we are now in a time period in which people are beginning to understand these things. But we have to stop wasting energy and concentrate on what is really necessary. The practice of meditation is about learning to be uninfluenced, to be you, safe and protected in that pure energy. Meditation is about feeling your own soul-energy. Really feeling: this is me; that feeling that I am unique, I am special. Then the whole process is to express that energy in your daily life, in your relationships. But first you have to practice to feel it until you become stable in your true identity. When you begin to feel who you really are, there is no need to fight against addictions or people around you. In fact there is no need to fight at all. It is a very natural process. When we change our attitude, we will be able to change the world. You see, God needs help. He needs free minds.

when my hair is wet about 1 or 1 1/2 inch of the ends of my hair is straight and about 2 inches of the roots are straight[i relaxed at the end of august] and everything else in the middle is really curly and frizzy
i wanted to know why this is
and whats the best ways to care for my hair when its wet and what would be the best way to transition from relaxed to natural hair.
[p.s: im in highschool and i dont want anything that takes up to much time.]

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well, i think that your perm is starting to come out because my hair gets frizzy when the perm is ending. to care for your hair when its wet , after your finished ashing your hair dry it a little then use hair moisturizer ( i prefer PINK brand) and use a wide tooth comb to distribute the moisture to the hair. Make sure to always put some on the ends to prevent split ends. its also best to not blow dry your hair a lot because the heat is too much stress on the hair.
For the transition of relaxed to natural wear
Braids with extensions- but not to tight
Two Strand Twists- with or without extensions
Comb Coils/Twists
Straw Sets- These seem to look nice on transitioning hair
Cornrows with or without extensions
Braid/Twist Outs. It’s an easy way to allow the hair to get into it’s natural state. Also trim the hair gradually. when putting condition in leave in for ten minutes with a plastic cap and the rinse. and DO NOT USE SLICK!the tension may cause breakage!
Here are some websites:http://www.long-healthy-hair-advisor.com… (relaxed hair)http://www.curlyhairsalon.com/transition…
(transition to natural hair)http://www.treasuredlocks.com/natural-ha…
(transition to natural hair)http://www.ehow.com/how_2124406_transiti…
(tansition hairstyles)
good luck! ^_^

This is my official results video. I like the outcome.

Ive been having my hair relaxed all my life. And no ones really ever explained maintenance to me. How often should relaxed hair be washed?

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well i wash my hair once a week. Sometimes once in two weeks…….and that’s the truth! I use Dr. Miracle because my hair is very weak. And it’s really good. ;- )

we still need money….we still need your money to fight prop 8

this is shameless….=)

What are generics used as ED treatment?

Impotence (erectle dysfunction)is the inability to achieve an erection and keep it long enough to have a sex act. This is a sexual dysfunction that affects millions of men, many pharmaceutical companies have spent millions of dollars on the development of effective erectile dysfunction medication. This is how brand drugs named Viagra, Cialis and Levitra appeared. They are the most widely-known erectile dysfunction medicines nowadays. Medications that have the same active chemical ingredients, are subject to the same approval process, are as safe, but cannot be manufactured under the same brand names are known as generic drugs, or in this particular case generic ED drugs.

How do generic male impotence drugs work?

As the generic impotence drugs have the same active chemical components as the brand drugs, they act in almost the same way. The most effective are the so called PDE-5 inhibitors which “freeze” the PDE-5 ferment. This is the enzyme that breaks down the chemical known as cGMP, which controls the relaxation of the muscles of the penile arteries. As soon as the PDE-5 enzyme is “blocked” the levels of cGMP chemical rise, the soft muscles of the penile arteries’ walls relax, which in turn leads to increased blood flow to the penis area and easier to achieve erection. It is important that all these drugs do not lead to an “automatic” erection – it is only achieved in a natural way, after sexual stimulation.

Do the generic drugs have side effects?

All synthetic medications have side effects and the generic erectile dysfunction drugs are not an exception. Their side effects are the same as the side effects of their brand-name counterparts. You should know that erectile dysfunction drugs are well-received by 97% of the men. In rare cases mild side effects as stomach upset, nausea and others can be experienced while severe side effects have been reported only by few men with pre-existing medical conditions.

Why should one buy generics?

This is one very commonly asked question – why order generics if you can order the brand-name pills? After all, they are supported by some of the biggest pharmaceutical companies.

The answer is simple – you are ordering the same drug under a different name for the fraction of the price. In some cases generics cost only 10% of the brand-name pills’ price. Most of these pills are taken on an “as needed” basis, but for those who keep taking them on a constant basis this results in the saving of thousands of dollars. The low price does not mean lower quality of the drugs – they are cheaper because their manufacturers did not have to incur the expenses associated with the development, clinical trials and massive marketing campaigns of a new drug. Again – generic drugs are NOT low quality imitation, they are products that comply with the very same high-standards as all other medications!

Prologue

He was standing over the shelve on top of the fire place, looking through his box of memorabilia of souvenirs you could call them. Some of jewelry, twigs leaves, bones, body parts and other little odd and end.. The fire place roared and crackled with a newly fading fire. He smiles and talks softly to him self. “All these years and I still haven’t been found out. I guess my plan really did succeed.” He closes his box and sits in his chair, smiling. He throws his head back, sighs, looks upon his memory and whispers, “it all started 57 years ago…..”

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That it was 57 years ago, in a little town, in a quite little happy home in the basement. He and his little brother Mikel were playing an innocent childhood games. Now Mikel had this weird neurological condition called alien hand syndrome were he could not control his sudden limb movements. So he would randomly fling an arm of even walk without his on control. So as the two played and built their own little fort, Mikel’s arm started to whip around which caused him to fall onto his back. On his way down he knocked over everything the two boys had worked on. When Mikel arouse he looked down with shame over his face and started to whimper.

“I’m so sorry big brother, can we rebuild it Emest? Can we?” As tears flowed down his cheeks he wiped him away.

Just then something snapped in the young Emest’s mind. Anger rose form every atom in his mortal being. His fist clenched his face red, his eyes twitched. Maybe it was all the times Emest had worked so hard and his brother would always ruin it somehow. Even though Emest knew it wasn’t his brothers fault he still blamed him for everything. Emest was blinded by anger he couldn’t control his hands as they clasped around his brother throat. Emest squeezed and squeezed till his hands were red and he couldn’t hold any longer. Mikel only made a few soft and muffled screams before he just stopped moving and breathing completely. Emest gasped for air as he looked down at his brother Mikel. His breathing became slower and lighter as he tried to figure out what he had done.

A sudden chill went through the 8 year olds body. Emest shook his brother trying to get him to talk. I n his mind saying ‘no your only asleep wake up dammit!‘ Emest started to pant and fell backwards. His eyes started to water his mind racing, ‘no he isn’t dead he cant.’ Then reality kicked in.

” I have to make it look like something else killed him, I have to do something.” Emest panted. Then he remembered about his brothers condition. “I’ll make it look like he got hit by a car. Like he started walking and the car hit him. Yeah yeah that’s perfect.” He got up and swept the dust off his cloths. He sighed and picked up his brothers newly murdered corpse, and carried it up stairs. Luckily his parents were up stairs working on papers and other adult business stuff. Emest carried the body out to the front yard and crouched behind a bush near the road. He waited silently holding his brother close yet ready to be thrown out in front of a moving car. He breathed waiting what seemed like hours till he could hear the faithful sound of a roaring engine. Emest sighed and counted ‘1,2,3’ and pushed the body of his once brother out on to the gray concrete road. The expected sound of screeching and crashing came as sudden surprise. Then the screaming of a women crying and yelling of oh my god I hit a kid!

Then the sound of a door bursting open and the running of his parents shoes soon followed. Emest closed his eyes and wished it would all just go away. Then he looked down and noticed some blood had splattered upon his hand. The deep dark rich color of red glistened in the little sunlight that peered through the leaves of the bush. He stared at it and out of instinct he slowly licked it of his hand.. It tasted sweet and still warm against his tongue. Emest smiled at the taste. ’Its like candy. So sweet and delicious. I want more!’ Emest thought, then he shook his head violently and whispered to himself.

“No I cant think this I cant! I’ll get in trouble and mom and dad will punish me!” He shook back and forth sobbing. “Why why why! I didn’t mean it honest!” He slowly stopped and decided to go into the house through the back then out the front and act like it was unknown to him still. When he stood his legs shook and wobbled. He glanced to make sure it was clear then he ran as fast as he could to get inside the house. When he was in he made a still face and ran outside through the front. He ran to his parents.

“Mommy what happened I heard screaming?” he said as he hugged her leg. His mother looked down upon him with tears filling her eyes.

“your brother was just hit by a car. He he mu–” she turned to the father and cried on his shoulder.

“He must have had a sudden leg jerk and walked right into the street without knowing what he was doing.” he looked at his wife and patted her shoulder and he himself slowly started to cry.

“He just jumped out of nowhere in front of my car I didn’t see him till he in the grill!” the women who’s car had hit Mikel was shouting. She was trying to tell the parents that it really was an accident. Emest just looked at the ground. He was numb of emotion, he couldn’t determine if it was actually real or just a horrible horrible dream. Then he remembered the taste of the blood and how sweet it was. Another chill went down his back. He ran inside and hid in his own room with the door closed and under the covers. Emest started hitting his head shouting.

“No stop these thoughts stop it! I’ll get in to trouble. No one can ever know about this.” He sighed and laved down. He uncovered his head and looked up at his ceiling. “I swear by this moment I will never kill anyone again.” And he stuck by that promise. From hours to days to months to even years at a time.

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About a month had past. It was all after the funeral the hugs from dear relatives Emest only saw on holidays and all letters form the close friends and family to the parents saying sorry and all of that. It was now for once a nice day since then. His parents were crying every morning and they were now spending time with Emest. They were all out in the front yard playing a game of catch with a foot ball when they saw a moving truck go into the driveway across the street. They all stood together and looked. Soon came up a nice little minivan that parked right in front of the house and out popped a husband and a wife and two children. One was a little boy Emest ages and a girl about 3 years older. Emest parents decided to do the neighborly thing to do and went over to talk with them and introduce themselves. The family timidly walked over to the new neighbors and greeted them while the moving men moved boxes to the inside of the house.

When they reached the drive way the wife turned to the family and smiled and handed a hand out to them. So Emest’s mother did the same.

“Good day to you I am Mrs. Judy Crawford and this is my husband Henry and my son Emest.” Judy said while shaking hands.

“Nice to meet you I am Mrs. Kelly nelson and this is my husband Jared and my daughter Lynn and my son Mitchell.” Kelly said as she dropped her hand to her side. Emest went straight over to the boy Mitchell and tried talking to him.

“Hi I’m Emest how are you?” Emest asked waiting for a response.

The boy looked at him up and down and smiled. “I’m Mitchell and I’m good how about you?”

“I’m great! So what do you like to do for fun?” Emest smiled eagerly.

“I like to skateboard and bike a lot, but but I also like to play soccer. You?”

” I like soccer too but I cant skateboard but I like bike rides!”

“alright sweet, want to g on one tomorrow after we are done with getting settled and stuff?”

“I sure would!” Emest exclaimed then they high fived and Emest walked home with his family.

The next day around 2pm. There was a knock on the front door of Emest’s house. So his mother Judy went to answer it. It was the little boy form across the street Mitchell and he came to ask if Emest could play. Judy invited the little boy in and called down Emest. Emest came running down the stairs and looked with a smile on his face to see Mitchell standing there.

“Hiya Emest!” Mitchell cheered. “Ready for our bike ride?”

“Of course! Can I go mom please?” Emest asked to make sure his mother would allow.

“you may Emest go and have fun but be back by dark.” Judy said to her son.

“Yay! Okay lets go!” Emest cheered as he and Mitchell ran out the door to get Emest’s bike.

Emest went to the side of the house and opened the garage and toke out his bike. He slowly stroked the seat as he remembered all the times he would bike with his brother. He looked behind him to see his brothers old bike and how the dust had collected over the past 4 weeks. A hard yank tore at his memories and he tasted the blood and the little adrenaline he had when he had the power of choking another and taking the life. Emest looked down at his hand and stared. The memory flashed before his eyes of when he tasted the blood…that sweet warm taste. Then he shocked his head violently to get rid if the thoughts. He then heard Mitchell shouting.

“Hey whets taking you so long? Hurry up!” Mitchell shouted to gain Emest’s attention.

“just a second I was wiping off the dust on the seat and checking the brakes to make sure they work.” Emest shouted back. He sighed and walked his bike over to Mitchell. “sorry but just had to make sure.”

“its cool so you ready? You know this place better so you lead.” Mitchell told Emest. Emest nodded in response.

And with that the two boys were off. Emest toke Mitchell all over town. He should him the school he would soon be going too and the playgrounds, the skate park and the last stop was a little clearing in the woods right next to the skate park.

Emest slowed to a stop and got off his bike watching Mitchell do the same. Mitchell looked all around to see the surroundings. Emest sighed and smiled, put out both arms and feel onto the soft grass beneath him. Mitchell sat down next to him with one arm on a propped up knee, gazing out into the trees all around them.

“how on earth did you find this?” Mitchell asked.

“I was with my bro– a friend one day and we just stopped and said why not? Lets go and check out the woods. And we found this and we layer here what seemed like hours. We didn’t want to leave.” Emest sighed. “feels so long ago.”

“What happened to that friend?” Mitchell questioned.

“He moved to a new state.”

“Oh. Well now you and me can hang together.” Mitchell smiled trying to cheer up Emest.

“Yes we can man!” Emest smiled then got up. “Lets head back it s getting almost dark.

“Agreed.” and Mitchell got up and walked over to his bike. Mitchell looked up to gaze at the half pipe above them and day dreamed of the day he would be able to be there after dark skating and feeling so cool.

Emest got on his bike and started towards the way home. Mitchell snapped back to reality and caught up with Emest. The biked at a relaxed pace till the sunsets showed its colors. They started to petal faster and got to their driveways just in time. They waved and said goodbye at each others doors and went in for the night.

Emest went upstairs and sat on his bed. ‘wow today was a lot of fun’ he thought. ‘Wish I could of stayed there forever.’ about five minuets had past and his mother came in to say her goodnights. She sat on the bed next to him.

“How was your bike ride with Mitchell?” She asked. “Did you have fun?”

“Sure did mom. We went to the skate park and watched the people do neat tricks and stuff.” Emest replied half lying.

“That’s good Emest. I was getting worried for you after your brother…” and she trailed off.

“I see. don’t worry mom I’ll be fine. I mean I did love Mikel, but its okay now. He is in a better place.”

“That’s a good boy Emest” and she patted his shoulder. “Now goodnight son and sweet dreams.” And she gave him a kiss goodnight.

“Night mom.” Emest said and went under the coves as him mom shut the door behind her.

That night Emest slept well for once in a long time. ‘today was the best day ever’ he thought. Then he drifted off to sleep.

3

Many days have past and the two young boys had many adventures. Each day seemed to fly past to the boys. Which soon turned to months to years. Five years to be exact. The two boys are now in JR.High. And yes Emest has still kept his promise, and has not thought of the blood taste since. The two were one inseparable and luckily had all of their classes together. Nothing could split them apart. Well, almost nothing.

It was about 7am and Emest and Mitchell were walking to school. With their backpacks and their lunch money on them they stride with their newly grown longs legs. Their taste in clothe were a little different now but they were still somehow the same. Mitchell was now known or cliqued as a skater and Emest would be a Goth or possibly an emo. But the two didn’t seem to matter. Mitchell with his skinny jeans and his tight jacket was wearing his hat at an odd angle. Emest with his dark semi baggy pants and his black long-sleeved band shirt was staring at his shoes. As they walked to school they chatted about life and how school sucked. When they entered the building both went to Meet’s locker first cause his was closest. When Emest opened his locker Mitchell leaned on the one next to it and said.

“You know one of these days I’m just not gonna show up to school anymore.” Mitchell tried to boast.

“Really? You mean how like you say that almost everyday and yet, here you are!” Emest smirked.

“Yeah but I mean it this time. I cant tomorrow cause of that test and such.”

“Yeah right Mitch. You say that every time.” Emest took Mitchell’s hat and tossed over his shoulder.

“Hey give that back!” Mitchell ran and got his hat and put it right back on his head. “But I really will Emest. I swear my life on it.”

“Okay Mitchell you have fun with that.” Emest closed his locker and walked with Mitchell to his. When they got there it was Emest turn to lean against the locker next to.

“I can defiantly say that I hate math. And mean it to.” Mitchell said as he loaded and unloaded his books.

“Or can you? What about the fact that you sit next to miss hottie Tina in math class huh? I mean dud the first and last thing you talk about how hot you think she is.”

“I do not! Do I?” Mitchell turned to look at Emest who’s eyes were somewhere else. “what are you looking at?”

“Her.” and Emest pointed to a new girl neither of them have seen before and gawked.

Both of them just stared at the new girl and couldn’t move. When she walked by they tried to look cool and she stopped and turned to them. Both tried to act cool as she walked over to them.

“Wow.” She said in a weird polish or German accent. “A Goth and a skater next to each other. This would of never happened back home. Who are you two?” She asked.

“Well I’m Mitchell and this is my best bud Emest.” Mitchell said gesturing to Emest as well. Emest smiled.

“Hello Emest and Mitchell. I am Gretchen and I am a transfer student. It is very nice to meet you both and I hope we could become best of friends.” Gretchen nodded and walked away to her next class.

“Wow just wow.” Mitchell mudderd.

“What is she the new Tina?” Emest questioned Mitchell.

“Its like two Tinas in one.”

“Pick up your jaw form the floor and lets go to class.” Emest said and walked away. Mitchell soon fallowed and was almost speechless when she was sitting right behind his seat in their Spanish class. Emest looked at Mitchell the looked were he was looking then nodded silently. Emest sat down in his seat and dragged Mitchell to his.

To Mitchell Spanish class was blur. All he thought about was Gretchen and how she was sitting right behind him. So many times he was about to turn around but just as soon as he would start to twist the teacher would say ‘now if you look up here at the board’ then he was forced to turn right back around. Emest on the other hand was sorting through his papers trying to see if he could find a nice new clean piece of lined paper to write notes. He soon got aggravated and started to go faster almost whipping them. About 6 papers later he sliced his hand and caused a it to bleed with a paper cut. His finger soon began to ooze of blood. The deep, thick, rich, color red came out as if a bubble. Emest memory soon came back of his brothers blood upon his hand. He started to shake as he slowly put his finger to his tongue.

The familiar sweet and warm taste of blood reentered his mind. He slowly closed his eyes and sighed deeply. The blood did not taste as sweet as it did before. It was like sitting down from a 3 straight day walk. Emest was beyond happy that blood did not taste as sweet as it did before.. Emest head fell back with a huge smile on his face. The student stared at him with shock then question. When Emest went back to reality the teacher was calling his name.

“Emest Crawford what is the matter that you must not pay attention to my class?” The teacher questioned.

“What?!” Emest said as he looked around realizing what he had done. The whole class was staring at him. “Oh I’m sorry it just, that I uh,” Emest had to think what to say besides the fact that he enjoys the taste of blood. “I had to stretch my back you see, and when it cracked it just felt so good that I had to enjoy the moment. I’m sorry senorita.”

“Its fine just next time try to come back faster.” Emest nodded and the teacher faced back to the board. “Now as I was saying…” She continued, and Emest went back to find some clean paper.

The rest of the day was nothing much to care about for either of the two. Mitchell was to busy trying to talk to Gretchen and even invited her to sit at lunch with them. Emest’s mind was busy thinking about the blood. His mid was haunting him. ‘but it tasted so good. I should get more.’ his mind raced over and over. He was almost mentally not anywhere until Mitchell put his hand on his shoulder on the walk home.

“Dude what’s the matter? You a total zombie!” Mitchell asked Emest.

“I’m fine honest its just that I–.” And Emest stopped. ‘I cant tell him about the blood.’ Emest thought so he made up an excuse. “Its just I couldn’t get this girl off my mind. I met her yesterday on a walk last night after we went to the skate park and you hade to go home.” It hurt Emest to lie to his best friend but he just couldn’t tell him about the blood.

“Dude Emest why didn’t you say so?” Mitchell gave a hard pat on the back. “You should of told me we can go find her and you can ask for her number okay?”

“Sure why not? I like to watch you fall on your ass anyways when you try to skate.” Emest said softly punching his shoulder.

“Hey I’d like to see you try and do what I do.” Mitchell said punching back.

“Anyone would be better than you.” Emest said joking and punched Mitchell’s shoulder again, and then ran ahead to make Mitchell walk faster.

“Hey wait a minute no fair! Come back here!” Mitchell said chasseing after Emest.

4

Luckily the next day was Saturday so the two could spend the majority of the day just either at the skate park or at the clearing. It was about 12pm and the two were just getting up to the skate park were Mitchell was ready with skateboard in hand. Mitchell looked up at the half pipe as if it was heaven too him. He took in a deep sigh and ran up the stairs to get ready to go down and do some tricks. Emest on the other hand decided to get out his camera and sit in the bleachers made of cement. Emest put the camera strap around his hand and began recording his friend. It was a extremely windy day so Emest long raven black hair was often getting in his view or his mouth which bothered him slightly.

Mitchell was doing nothing special tricks like olies and nose/tail grabs. It seemed like Mitchell was just doing easy stuff when he sudden climbed down and walked over to Emest. Mitchell stood right in front of Emest and dropped his skateboard and started flailing his arms.

“Emest I know what trick I should do!” As he started to pant and breath heavily.

“What are you going to do?” Emest asked not so impressed with only amateur tricks recorded.

“I’m going to jump over 15 garbage cans on their sides!” Mitchell exclaimed slowing his breathing and placing his arms to his side.

“Oh really? Hoe are you gonna get this done?” Emest asked in a very unhappy voice.

“I don’t know yet, but dude what’s your problem? Something bothering you?”

Emest froze. He knew he wasn’t feeling to great cause of what happened in class. Some how he was disappointed in the fact that the blood didn’t taste so sweet. He looked up from his camera and looked straight at Mitchell. “I’m sorry Mitchell its just I cant get that girl off my mind.” Emest hated to lie to his best friend again but he just couldn’t tell anyone about the blood.

“Its okay Emest I was just getting worried about you. I mean after Spanish class you’ve been acting weird.” Mitchell offered a hand to Emest. “come on lets go to the clearing for a little bit.”

“Alright.” Emest toke Mitchell’s hand and they got on their bikes to go just about 20 feet away to the clearing.

Mitchell put his board his handle bars and had a little trouble steering. Emest just got on his bike and slowly pedaled towards the clearing with Mitchell slowly following behind him. It was no more than five minuets when Emest got off his bike and just fell backward onto the soft grass. Emest put his hands behind his head and waited for Mitchell to do the same. Mitchell got off his bike and propped his skateboard against his back and laid next to Emest on the grass. Mitchell decide to lay on his stomach and put his chin on his hands, and let out a deep sigh. Emest turned to him and laughed. Mitchell gave him a questioning look.

“What the hell is so funny!” Mitchell said starting to laugh himself.

“The way you acted when we met Gretchen. Your jaw was like.” Emest made his jaw open as wide as he could and showed Mitchell.

“It was not! It was more like this.” Mitchell opened his mouth even wider and then the two roared into laughter.

After about fifteen minuets the two stopped and looked up at the sky.

“its almost pitch black.” Emest mudded. “We better start heading home.” Emest got up and walked over to his bike and waited for Mitchell to get his skateboard. Mitchell got on his bike and nodded to Emest. Emest started pedaling and lead Mitchell the way home. ‘After all these years and he still makes me lead on bike rides.’ Emest thought. ‘I’m sure he should know his way by now.’ Emest chuckled to himself at the thought and kept pedaling.

When the tow got home they laughed one more time at each other then waved form each others stoops. When Emest opened the door he found his mother waiting for him with dinner.

“You’re a little late dear but dinner is on the table.” His mother Judy said.

“Thanks mom.” Emest replied and sat down at the dinner table and ate. When he was done Emest ran upstairs and took a shower. When he was out, he turned to look at himself in the mirror. He stared and stared. ’But it wasn’t as good this time.’ his mind bellowed. ’Its only because it was my own. I need more. More I say! More blood to satisfy this hunger.’ Emest pounded on his head. Coursing at himself for thinking such thoughts. He quickly got dressed in to his pajamas and laid down. Sleep didn’t come easy but he soon drifted off almost numb of emotion.

5

There were many other sleepless nights after that. But soon after about 3 weeks the reason cam unknown to Emest. But yet the sleep would not come. The hours seemed countless to Emest. Which soon collected to days and months and soon even three years have flown by. The taste of blood was once again out of his system. But now Emest was sixteen and could drive his own car to high school and of course his best bud in the whole world Mitchell came with him. Almost every single morning.

“Sheesh toke you long enough Mitchell.” Emest complained as Mitchell slid into the passengers seat of the navy blue thunder bird.

“Sorry man I had to get the perfect shave.” Mitchell replied in defense as he stroked his chin and while viewing himself in the mirror. “Unlike you and your goatee.” Mitchell looked at Emest’s facial hair, and smirked.

Emest looked down and glared at Mitchell. “Your just jealous cause you cant grow one as awesome as mine.” Emest boasted. “Remember when you tried to grow one and it just wouldn’t grow till 8 months later when you met Carrie and then she said you had to shave it off or its over?”

“Yeah don’t remind me.” Mitchell grumble as rejection, and slide down in his seat.

Emest smiled. “Well now that you’re here lets get going.” And started up the engine. The engine roared as if being awaken from a long sleep and then purred. Emest put his foot on the accelerator and the raced down the road and off to the high school they went.

The car ride was about fifteen minuets till the got to the school parking lot. Emest found a place to park, shut the car off and took the keys out of the ignition. Mitchell opened the door and stretched his now even longer legs. Emest stepped out too and leaned backwards to crack his back., and then grabbed his backpack form the back. Mitchell looked out towards the school and sighed.

“One of these days Emest.” Mitchell started to say.

“Yeah yeah you just wont come to school. You know you’ve saying that for about almost six years now?” Emest turned and looked at Mitchell who was looked a little mad.

“Yeah I know.” Mitchell smiled and got his backpack form the back as well.

“Hey you two good morning.” A voice cam from behind. The two turned and too their surprise it was Gretchen the girl they met in eight grade.

“Morning Gretchen.” The two said in unison. And walked over to greet her.

“And yet again he comes to school!” Gretchen exclaimed making fun of Mitchell.

“yeah yeah I already got that today from Emest.” Mitchell said giving her a good morning hug.

“So you’ve been keeping him in line huh Emest?” Gretchen said to Emest as she gave him a hug.

“Just for you Gretchen.” Emest replied. Then Gretchen and Emest laughed while Mitchell rolled his eyes.

“Hey what is this pick on Mitchell day?” Mitchell joked.

“Nope that’s next week” Gretchen joked back. All three friends laughed and walked into school together.

The halls were filled with students as the three walked to each to their lockers. Emest was lucky enough to get the locker in the corner of the locker hall so he always knew which one was his. Emest opened his locker with the combination that was almost burned into his brain. With a soft jerk the locker clanged open and Emest bent down. ‘Every single day I do this.’ he thought to himself. ‘and yet everyday seems like its new.’ Emest gathered his books papers pencils and all the daily utensils he needed to get through out the day.

Emest stood up straight and to his surprise there was a young girl standing behind him. He turned to her and gave her a puzzling look. The young girl blushed and tipped her head down.

“Sorry to bother you but, I’m a new freshman here and I was wondering if you could tell me were room 308 was?” The young girl asked in a quite shy tone of voice.

“Here let me see your schedule and I’ll tell you were all your classes are sound good?” Emest said with his palm out to receive the schedule.

“Of, of course.” The girl stuttered and searched through her pocket. She pulled out a purple piece of paper and handed it to Emest.

“Lets see here.” Emest examined the piece of paper. ‘Bridgett Johnson’ Emest read the name. ‘Doesn’t really look like a Bridgett. But she is kind of cute.’ Emest smiled. “All of your classes are in the west wing. If you want I could show you really fast before the first bell rings.”

“Oh my that would be very nice of you.” The girl blushed. “By the way I’m Bridgett what’s your name?”

“Nice to meet you Bridgett I’m Emest.” Emest held out his arm. “Follow me.” and Emest started walking towards the girl’s classes. She followed him like a lost puppy around the school. Emest would point out each class as they passed each of them, ending at her first period.

“Thank you very much Emest.” The girl said before the bell rang.

“No problem Bridgett, and good luck with your first day.” Emest smiled and waved as he walked away to his own first period. Bridgett waved back and walked into class right as the bell rang.

Emest caught up with Mitchell just in time to their first class. The teacher was known for being late so Mitchell turned around to talk to Emest.

“What took you so long to get here?” Mitchell questioned him.

“I decided to do a good deed and I helped a new freshman around the school so she could find her classes.” Emest replied of little interest in Mitchell’s question game.

“She huh? Was she cute?” Mitchell turned himself fully around so he was sitting completely backwards on his chair.

“Dude she is two years younger, get your mind on straight for once.” Emest gave him a look of disappointment.

“Hey doesn’t hurt to ask now does it?” Mitchell said in defense. The teacher had walked in a called for all students to pay attention.

As soon as the bell rang for students to go to passing period and there next class Emest went to his locker. Emest was shocked when he found that little girl Bridgett in a corner near his locker. She was scrunched up with her knees to her chest, her hair hung down over her face. Emest didn’t know what to do. At first he just froze, then he decided to comfort her. Emest walked over to her kneeled down and placed his palm on her shoulder.

“Bridgett what’s wrong? Your first class couldn’t of been that bad.” Emest asked

“Its just that that…” And she continued sobbing.

“Come on Bridgett, you can tell me I’m your friend.” Emest looked straight into her eyes. Bridgett looked up, and the tears stopped for a moment. She sniffled and wiped the tears off her cheek.

“Well, these boys were making fun of me.” She turned her head as she looked upon her memory. “I was just sitting in class when one of them grabbed my arm.” She looked down at her lap. “They said they were seniors and that it would be okay to leave with them. I told them no but they pulled me away. I started to yell but no one else was in the room. I was there too early. And then they took me to a closet, and and..” She slammed her head down and started to cry.

Anger arouse in Emest. But it was a low controllable anger. “Bridgett, you have to tell me who hurt you. If they did what I think they did, I will make sure they pay.” Emest took Bridgett’s hands. “You can trust me.”

Bridgett looked up. Her tears soon faded. She took a deep breath. “I don’t know their names but if you gave me a picture I could recognize them.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“Its going to be okay Bridgett.” Emest opened his arm waiting for Bridgett to do the same. Bridgett leaned towards Emest and embraced him tightly, and began sobbing again. Emest rubbed her back rocking back and forth gently. ‘I’ll get those bastards even if I have to kill them.’ Emest thought.

The bell to be in their next class rung, so Bridgett and Emest stood up. Bridgett gave Emest one last hug then ran off to her next class. Emest stood there watching her run away. ‘What a lovely girl. don’t worry Bridgett I’ll get them for you.’ Emest thought and then walked to his own class.

6

Emest showed up to his next class bout and 15 min late. The door was locked and he had to knock for the teacher to open the door. As the teacher opened the door she stepped out for a second.

“Emest why are you five minutes late?” she asked placing her hands on her hips.

“I saw a freshman crying in the halls, she had troubling finding her classes and got overwhelmed. So I helped her find her next class.” Emest said looking at her with a straight face. ’It may only be half the truth but its better than telling her about the boys.’ Emest thought

“Alright Emest, I trust you but next time take her to the front office first.” the teacher dropped her arms and walked in the classroom followed by Emest.

Emest closed the door behind him and looked into the classroom, noticing all eyes on him. He scanned the room placing his look on Mitchell. Mitchell gave him a look, and a gesture that said. ‘what the hell?’ Emest lowered his head and shuffled to his seat. He dropped his backpack to the floor with a thud and sat down in his seat. The teacher turned around and skimmed the class and told everyone to settle down. Emest rested his head in the palm of his hand and tapped the desk with his pencil in the other.

The bell to let class out rang with a sharp ding. Mitchell stood right up and went over to Emest as he packed up. Mitchell put his hands on the desk and leaned over Emest.

“Okay say it, you were with the freshman girl again weren’t you?” Mitchell demanded as he starred into Emest eyes judgingly.

“What’s it to you?” Emest protested. “you were never into my love life before.”

“Your kidding!” Mitchell exclaimed as he spun around placing both hands on the top of his head. “What’s the deal with you and her?” Mitchell asked as he placed his hands back on the desk.

“I’ll tell you later right now I gotta go to class.” Emest told Mitchell as he stood up, swung his backpack over his shoulder and started walking.

“Oh no you are not getting away that easy.” Mitchell went right in front of Emest and walked backwards to face him. “Now tell me, you banging her or what?”

“Listen Mitch, you go to science while I go to gym and I’ll tell you on the ride home, okay?” Emest stared angrily into Mitchell’s eyes.

“Okay, okay I’ll wait.” Mitchell raised his hands as if to back Eemst off and turned around. “See you then.” as he turned to enter the room.

Emest rolled his eyes and walked down the hall to the gymnasium.. Emest went into the locker room and started to change when he heard other guys talking in the corner. Emest leaned against the row of locker and put his ear close so he could hear.

“So you get any today?” One of the guys asked they other.

“You mean did I bang her?” The other responded.

“Whatever, so you do that freshman or not?” The one asked again.

“Yeah, me and 2 of the guys told her we were seniors, and then we went to the closet and,” the other answered as he made a rude gesture with his hands.

A deep anger boiled inside Emest. His hands started to tremble and he bit his lip. ‘So they are the jerks that messed with Bridgett. They’ll pay, they’ll pay big time.’ Emest thought and then finished dressing as he heard the whistle of the gym teacher. All the guys scrambled out of the locker room. As they stood in a line to be marked as present, Emest couldn’t help but stare out of the corner of his eye. He scanned the line of guys back and forth, looking and judging each to find out who the guilty were. The teacher clapped his hands.

“Alright ladies and gents lets get ready with some warm up stretches.” the teacher bellowed, and motioned the class to come towards him. The class did what they were told and sat in a circle surrounding him. As the teacher gave directions Emest followed but couldn’t help but hearing the same guys in the locker room whispering to each other.

“So you think you’ll ever get caught?” One of the guys asked, who Emest could identify as one of the juniors as Rich.

“Yeah right, we left her to scared to even see straight.” The other responded which Emest knew as Rob.

“Dude your such a bad ass.” Rich said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

“Shut the fuck up, what did you do so bad lately then?” Rob protested, gently shoving Rich.

“At least I get girls my own age.” Rich said shrugging off Rob’s harsh words.

“Whatever dude. At least I did something, something to make my mark.”

“Yeah but what if she gets pregnant? Ever think of that mister mark?” Rich turned and faced Rob, who had become silent. “You did wear a condom right? Right!?” Rich placed his arm on Rob. Rob turned and his lips changed form straight to a smile.

“Of course I did you fool!” Rob exclaimed as he slapped his knee and leaned back laughing.

“You’re a big jerk, you know that?!” Rich yelled as he snapped into Robs cruel reality.

The teacher blew the whistle. “Do I have to come over there and split you two up?” He yelled. “Or are you going to follow instructions?”

“We’ll follow instructions” Rich hollered back for him and Rob.

Emest sat there doing what he was told, with half his mind focusing on the two boys. Emest’s mind was racing, with each cruel thought Emest’s breathing became harder and faster. His heart became to beat to a fast rate. As Emest kept this thought train he began to forget about his surroundings. Even when the coach has blown his whistle for everyone to stop. Emest sat there doing his stretches faster, and faster. Emest was stuck in his own mind, the words of hate and anger controlling his muscles to never stop.

The whole class stood as the coach blew his whistle again. “Emest! Time is up! Stretches are over!” the coach hollered at Emest. Emest still just sat there moving his upper body back and forth to reach his toes. Again the coach blew his whistle. “Emest!” his neck’s veins popping out and his face to a beet red. But still Emest just did his stretching. This time the coach just blew his whistle and blew his whistle without stopping. Emest still sat there. Completely without realization of the world around him. The thought of anger and hate controlled him. His mind racing and too focused to even think about anything else.

Finally someone grabbed him by the shoulders. It was the dean of the school. Emest stopped and looked up. His face red form anger and his face moist with perspiration. Emest breathed heavily, and then fell backwards form exhaustion. Then walked over towards where Emest’s head was resting. He looked down, and smiled a half smile.

“Emest,” he deep velvet voice rang. “I’d like you to come to my office for a moment so I could have a word with you.” The dean smiled fully, turned and walked out the room waiting out the door for Emest. Emest got up and dragged himself behind the dean. His breathing still irregular he gasped out a question.

“So, what do you need me for Mr. Syre?” Emest looked up at his Dean with respect and question as he trailed behind him. Mr. Syre did not reply till they reached his office.

“Have a seat Emest.” The Dean gestured gently with his hand towards one of the empty chairs facing his desk. Emest sat down gently and leaned back in the chair. “Now Emest,” The Dean’s smooth voice spoke. “I’ve heard that a young miss at our school has been sexually assaulted, by one of the upperclassmen.” Mr. Syre leaned forward folding his hands together on his desk. “Now, we both know that you’re a kind boy, and that you would never of even dreamt about hurting this girl. But I have talked to her, and she has told me that she has told you everything about it.” Mr. Syre leaned back into his chair. “But the downfall to this information is that you don’t know the guy who has done the crime, and the young miss does not know the upperclassmen’s name.” Mr. Sykes crossed his left leg over his right and placed his hands on the arm rests to the side. He raised one eyebrow and stared into Emest’s face. “Or do you?”

Emest’s face first went blank, as if he could not understand what was actually being asked of him. But as soon as Eemst figured what had been asked of him, his faced flushed into a beet red. His eyes turned dark and his nose and mouth turned into a twisted figure of hate. He started to stutter with his speech. “R-r-r-r-r Robert had gone and done it. That stupid son of a bitch, has went and hurt that poor girl. I heard him bragging about it in gym Rich.” Emest’s breathing had turn into quick deep gasps. Emest was clutching the arm rest of the chair so tight that with one jerk of his right arm he had broke the rest off.

The Mr. Syre looked at Emest with surprise and slight fear. He sat up straight in his chair. “Now Emest are you sure about this? I know you wouldn’t get this mad over anything, but still this is a very serious crime, that could put Rob into jail son.” Mr. Syre exhaled. “Honestly I cant believe something like this would of happened. This isn’t the bad side of the city for heavens sake.” He put his hands on the bad of his scalp and rubbed them through his shaven head.

Emest looked at Mr. Syre. “Sir, I have no doubt in my mind that it was him, and even so that if it wasn’t, he should still be punished for joking around about it.” Emest gulped down his anger and toke a heavy breath. “Please sir, I just need to stay away from him. It has just made me so angry that I could kill the Rob and not have any regret mercy or pity.” He stared coldly at Mr. Syre. His breathing had slowed down to a more regular pace and his face was turning back to its normal color.

Mr. Syre looked Emest straight in the face. “We’ll change you gym class to a different period. But that’s all we can do I’m afraid. Also Emest,” Mr. Syre stood and looked down at Emest. “I’d like you to see the schools psychologist. He could help you control your anger.” Mr. Syre walked over to the door and gestured his hand out of the door. “That is all Emest so please go back to class now and try to have a good day, You’ll start sessions with Dr. Liens tomorrow.”

Emest got up and walked out the door and nodded as he past Mr. Syre. Emest walked down back the way the two had came and reentered the gym. The rest of the class started to play basketball and were busy running back and fourth on the court. The sound of sneaker squeaking and feet pounding as they hit the floor running wasn’t too inviting for Emest. Emest got a signal from the coach just to go ahead and go into the locker room and get changed since it was just two minuets left of class anyway. Eemst slightly jogged to the locker room and started to undress while coach blew his whistle and yelled for everyone to hit the showers.

Women are funny creatures because they give you so much work and will never put your mind at rest. You might brag to have penetrated through their make until you find one who gives you so big a challenge. Building attraction towards women is easy. It all has to do with psychology. Once a woman is attracted to you, you will fly so high with pride and you will never touch the ground. You can even get back to your ex-girlfriend who thought you were not good enough.

To enhance building attraction towards women, you must learn how to handle rejection. If you are the nice guy who takes it easily then i highly doubt your success. If a woman rejects your advances and all you can do is say “sorry for disturbance, thanks” and leave then you are loosing it. You are just a normal guy and i highly advice you to be a little bit extra ordinary. It helps you build attraction to non-imaginable levels. I once read of a recruiting team which used rejection to filter the interviewees. They would call the most preferred person and tell him/her that it was good he/she appeared for the interview but he was not the best for the job. This is rejection. If the person agreed to the opinion they would hang up and call another preferred person. If he behaves differently and explains why he is the best for the job, then they would hire him/her. How do you respond to rejection?

If you are working on building attraction towards women, walk up to them and convince them that you know what you want. Many women have the tendency of giving excuses when they are approached to give their contacts. She will tell you that she lost her phone and all the details or she will plainly decline to give you. If you are not intimidated by rejection you will be bold enough, hand her paper and pen and tell her to write down the number. She will oblige and find you so attractive you won’t believe it. Try it with one woman. The more you succeed in it the more you learn that the art of rejection helps in building attraction towards women.

Another step to building attraction towards women is by taking control. Once two human beings meet, they unconsciously start examining who is in control. Some people are naturally submissive while others are dominant. It is in their being to access who is in control. Attractive women are used to being in control. Men give them the powers to control everything even without their knowledge. Once a woman notices she is in control, she finds you less attractive. She is used to pulling the strings and someone who breaks the routine is very attractive to her. Building attraction towards women calls for reasonable control. Do not over do it since today’s woman is very sensitive. Play with her psychology it should not be too obvious that you are in control.