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Atonia1997 is playing Toni!! =D Chapter 1 pt. 2Nicole: *keeps shaking him* Kevin seriously wake up.. that ain't funny no stint for jokes Kev???: *goes concluded to her* knowing stuff from my mom thanks to she's a nurse i would say he has acohol poisoning!!Nicole: well what should we do?!?! *panicing formerly runs to the bathroom and throws up*???: *calls 911 and they assemble everyone go hangout except for 1 living soul..*Alex: *laying on Joe's bed crying*Joe: what's wrong?Alex: *sits up* YOU fathom WHAT'S WRONG!!Joe: nooo.. i really don'tAlex: *trying to calm down* cause you unbiased raped me reiteratively!! and remember what happened last date..Joe: hey you did it!! i said nothingAlex: i experience but yet i feel horrible.. YOU got me pregnant and I had an abortion!!Joe: what does that have to do with me.. (stupid eh?)Alex: *about to yell something at him but anon they attend something* (Nicole's POV)I went to the hospital and met up with Denise and Paul. They were boss mad about the party plus Kevin drinking so lots he got poisoned so i right sat down until they commanded Kevin's market name. "Well.. I'm sorry to say but Kevin's in a coma" I immediatly started crying. Paul put his arm all concluded me and Denise tried to cheer me up but if Kevin dies i'm going down in the ground with him. At least they said he should be out in about 10 weeks since it happens to teens all the infinity. Alex: *runs out the room and sees her abusive stepfather in the living room*SD (StepDad): *grabs her arm and pushes her into the car* (3 Weeks Later)Everything had old-time outstanding. Kevin was still in a coma but only 7 weeks to go, Joe felt guilty lion's share of the stretch but farther times he dependable went all completed school appearing for girls to BOOM BANG BAM!, Alex had fashion out some tasteful depressing rumor and stayed away from everybody in sight honest to esteem.., Nicole was having fun hanging out with Toni the girl who saved Kevin, and Nick righteous looked for a girlfriend now he was lonely.Alex: hey Nicky..Nicole: yaAlex: you mind going to the accumulation and getting me some pregnancy tests?Nicole: *she had a worried expression on her face* was it your dad??Alex: *trying not to cry* foresee afresh..Nicole: him AND Joe?Alex: *nodded anon objective let the tears fall*Nicole: *hugged her* omg i'm so sorry!! *pulls away* i'll be right back!!Alex: thanks!! *Nicole sped to her car and drove to the hospital*Nicole: *she knocked a fascicle off the trial and intp a bag when bought them and went back home*Alex: *picks one* well.. let's hope not *she goes into the bathroom* (Alex's POV)Great.. i have to take a hunk of tests considering my so signaled "DAD" raped me + Joe!! i took 4 and waited for about 13 minutes until we started seeing colors and letters appear. 2 were positive and 2 were negative. we didn't learn what to image.. but there was one more in the bag. i took and and waited for 13 minutes.. it was a-SD: ALEX!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!!Nicole: i'll come with you *they go in*Toni: *parks her bike on the side of the domicile and show ups through the kitchen door that was peeled and runs in the room* hey g- *she sees ..hmmm.. what happened? is Alex pregnant?!?! what's going on in there?!?! treasure trove out next bout i guess.. i suspect.. =D Author: roszeyredLuvthejbs Keywords: nfln OneTrueMedia Added: November 1, 2008

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Janet Kuypers performs this piece, along with poems and prose during the July 17 2007 performance art show "Living in a Big World", live 07/17/07 at the Cafe (5115 North Lincoln Avenue, in Chicago, Illinois). The show contained poems and music from assorted musicins from Wisconsin, Ohio, Tennessee, New Mexico, and even Canada, as well as original sampled music, include the writings listed toward the bottom of this show explanation. But in this show, Janet Kuypers, because shw was exemplifying living in a big world (the title of the show), she drew a large chair, painted it onto a white canvas (which actually was a bunch of pieces of 8.5" x 11" paper stuck together) and attached it to a wooden base, so she could literally sit in a drawing of a large chair (it was 60" wide, actually). The visual display of the artwork projected onto a large paper screen for this show (which once again was actually a bunch of pieces of 8.5" x 11" paper stuck together)was a drawn TV, and inside the TV a bunch of Janet Kuypers photographs from around the world was shown in this "drawn" TV.Artwork included in the projected "television" display included:The Reischtag in Berlin Germany, Tiananmen Square in Beijing China, a building in Agrigento in Cicily Italy, Air Force One with President George H. W. Bush at Pease Air Force Base in Omaha, Nebraska, a downed airplane in Joliet, Illinois, an airplane in Naples Florida, the Arbeit Macht Frei gate at the Dachau Concentration Camp in Dachau Germany, Arches National Park in Utah, Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington Virginia, Bad Gastein Austria, as bamboo frest in Oahu Hawaii, a building in Bruxelles.Belgium, castles in Rome, the Chicago skyline from Lake Michigan with superimposed landmarks like an Egyptian pyramid and a building from India and the Eiffel Tower and Big Ben and Russian churches and a mountain from the Alps, the Colloseum in Rome, a mermaid statue in Copenhagen Denmark, the White Cliffs of Dover in England, the Eiffel Tower in Paris France, el Yunque tropical rain forest in Puerto Rico, Tallinn Estonia, Gettysburg Pennsylvania, a gondola in Venice Italy, the Great Wall of China, the Senate Square Cathedral in Helsinki Finland, highrises in Shanghai China, the Hollywood sign in California, hot strings in Wyoming, a destroyed house after Katrina in New Orleans Louisiana, a King Tut like human Egyptian statue in Paris France, the Last Vegas skyline, the Louvre, Luxembourg, Michael Stipe of R.E.M. in Urbana Illinois, a painted building in Montreal Canada, a lefe-side replica of the Parthenon in Nashville Tennessee, a glove statue in front of a church in Omaha Nebraska, a pagoda near Beijing China, salvages wall art work in Pompeii, the Pyramid of Cestius in Rome, St. Petersburg Russia, San Francisco, the Seasttle Space Needle in Washington, Siberia from the sky, a video still of shydiving near the Rockies in Longmont Colorado, the space shuttle in Cape Canaveral, the Statue of Liberty in New Jersey/New York, a stop sign in Mexico (that says "alto"), Stockholm Sweden, Olympic Natl. Park Temperate Rain Forest in Washington, the Temple of Vesta in Rome, the Vatican, and Zurich Switzerland.These are the writing included in the live show:the poem: Paranoiawe sit here at dinner.I try to breathe.My hands rest on my thighs.I must watch to be sure,everything must be right:the silverware, small fork,large fork, plate, knife,large spoon, small spoon.Water glass. Wine glass.I know no one else sees them:the fish, the red fish, inthe curtains along the wall.You have to watch them.My eyes always glance there.They are evil fish. They sitin the curtains, they wait,and then they come out.And the yogurt, the yogurtis the only thing that cansave me from them. throwthe yogurt, take a spoon,use your hands. Anything.And we sat there beforedinner, and he ate hisyogurt with his first spoonbefore I could stop him.How could you do this? Howcan you save yourself now? Will I have to save you again,do you even understandthe danger—the prose: Man Who Talks Loud... Say NothingI try to learn about the world, try to understand the world. While first traveling, I did a MidWest tour of poetry, then was in a Chicago poetry show at the National Poetry Slam in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I sell my performance art audio on iTunes & Naster, I try to share myself with the world, but I wonder if I'm actually getting through to anyone.I heard a Native American man, whose parents were from two different tribes (meaning that he could never truly have an allegiance with just one tribe), say that after he traveled extensively, he tried to tell his story to the people of either tribe, and no one wanted to even listen to him. They called him Ex-eh-ba-che, which means "man who talks loud... say nothing."Ex-eh-ba-che."Man who talks loud... say nothing."Oh, what am I saying, I've been around the world, but I've never talked to a Native American. That was actually from a movie I saw, I don't even know if "Ex-eh-ba-che" is a real word or means anything.But... If I want to see something about the world around me, maybe I should turn on the tee vee, I mean, if news channels can have reporters in war zones, there's got to be something worth watching. Maybe I'll just get out the remote and turn on the tee vee, then press the play button and see what's out there in the world.—the poem: Fighting I Can DoI know these are normal thingsfor me to be going throughI know that I have been raped and beatenI know they've tried to kill meand lucky me, I survivedI think I can surviveeverything they throw at meBut as time wears onlittle pieces of this statue are chipped awayeverybody wants something, right?well, they've been taking from me and taking and taking and takingand my defenses are getting weakerand I don't know how much morefighting I can do—the poem: I Wantyou know what I want?i want a big house with filtered central airand i want a big lawn so i can recreate natureand i want a big fence so i'll know what's mineand i want the evergreens trimmed into neat littleballs, because it has to look neat. plant everythingin a row.and i want to spray chemicals on my lawnto keep the dandelions awayand i want a plastic lobster bibover my fancy dress at the fancy restaurantand don't forget the hundred dollar champagneand i want a big fat car, and i wantsomeone else to drive itand i want the two kids, one boy, one girland i want a nanny to take care of them for mei want to be famousi want everyone to love mei want iti want it all—the prose: Adjusting Your BeliefsWe lived in Pennsylvania for 6 months, and while I continued my work with cc&d magazine, I got a P.O. box in the town Intercourse Pennsylvania. And actually, it was an amish town, and we would go to the store there to stock up on spices, and the amish people who worked there were all short - Now, I know I'm tall, but when I say they were short I should also say that their heads looked child-like... that the people working there looked like they had a mild form, or early stages of, downs syndrome. We could only guess by looking at the faces of these people that the Amish had too severe a history of inbreeding, and no one new came into their community.And recently I was in Champaign to plant a tree, and we stopped at a mall and there was this hydro massage store in the mall - it was this temporary place that had booths set up for individuals to lay down in, and many jets of water pulsated into plastic sheets over the person's body, it was a massage thing that people could pay for. Now, I had seen things like this before, but I was told I should try this, you know, just splurge, so I was in this thing that looked like a tanning bed for your body with your head sticking out at the end, and John talked to a few girls there, because he noticed how they looked liked they were dressed in near Amish, or Mennonite, clothing. And he found out that these girls were in their late teens, and they came in from out of town on a bus trip; yes, they were Amish, but yes, this was a trip sponsored by their Amish community, and one of the girls said she was on this trip to hopefully find a husband.And it seems that they were doing this, they were allowing this much technology into the outskirts of their lives, to find someone else to have children with.Ah, the choices we make. The sacrifices we make to help our lives, or the things we are willing to destroy when faced with insurmountable decisions.—the poem: A Retired Policeman Talks About Suicides He's SeenAs a cop, I remember one lady, we found her in her bathtub, she cut her throat. That's odd, for women, normally they take pills, they don't like to disfigure themselves. But she knew what she wasdoing, cutting her throat in a full bath.Less messy that way. Autopsy saidshe was full of barbiturates. She wasa nurse, that explained how she knewhow to do it, but then we found outthat she was pregnant, too. And to topit off, her brother was a priest.—the prose: Technology and Communication (which is prose that has a bit of the poem "Communication '05" in it)Oh, I'm sorry. I was listening to my iPod.Oh, wait, let me see, maybe I can hook this up to play the music for you. You know, I was thinking about it - advancements in technology have been a wonderful thing, and many say it's brought the world closer together, have kept people more connected. And on some levels I can totally agree with that - I mean, I read submissions from email, saving paper and ink and postage, I keep magazines on line so people around the world can read good writing, I've even had musicians from Wisconsin, Ohio and Tennessee find my readings and set music to my words. But in the same respect, I sit all day at the same desk, staring at the web sites for the domain names I run, instead of actually meeting and working with people.I mean, at one point, the people i emailed the mostlived in the same city as me, and were only a local call away.in fact, one of my friends lived a block-and-a-half away from me,on the same street as me, buti still emailed her as much as i'd call her,even though i could just walk over to her houseand have an actual conversation with her.And even the phone, with cell phones you can carry a phone with you wherever you go, so you'll never be lonely, but it seems to give teenagers another reason to talk endlessly on the phone... And I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to attack someone at a bar, who is there with friends, who gets a walkie-talkie-style call from someone, and they take turns screaming their heads off to get little phrases to someone who couldn't even be there with them.I mean, the iPhone just came out, combining a cell phone with an iPod, as well as email and Internet web browsing. But some bits of technology allow you to tune the world out, like the iPod here. When people see these headphones on someone, they know that you've apparently found something bigger and better than them for their lives right now... But even without technology, when I go for walks every morning, I wear the iPod, but I also wear sunglasses, even if it's overcast, so no one knows if I am studying every person I pass. With a lot of the technology we have now, we can learn about the rest of the world - or we can tune out the rest of the world and ignore any news that doesn't fit in with what we want to believe.—the poem: The Carpet Factory, The Shoesi heard a story todayabout a little boyone of many who was enslavedby his countryin child laborin this casehe was workingfor a carpet factoryhe managed to escapehe told his storyto the worldhe was a hero at tenbut the people from the factoryheld a grudgeand today i heardthat the little boywas shot and killedon the streethe was twelveand then people complain to mewhen i buy shoesthat are made in chinanow i have to thinkdid somebodyhave to die for thesewill somebody have to diefor these—the prose: Differences in China: children & trainsChildren in different parts of the world... I saw in China once a little boy outside, a toddler, drop his pants at the street side at a market and just start pissing on the sidewalk. And as I saw this, I saw that all the people there weren't even bothered by this... Someone explained to me that while they're little, toddler boys in China can go to the bathroom like that outside - but if he goes number 2, the mother has to pick up his feces (you know, like they were taking care of a dog).But on the trains in China, they had a television screen in every car, with clips from what seemed like "America's Funniest Home Videos." Well, I couldn't understand a thing anyone was saying in China on this show on the train, but you couldn't help but watch, and you couldn't help but laugh. It was a great means of bringing levity when you're on a public train, like when you're on your way to work every morning on the el.—the poem: Private Lives 2005sitting on the el traini saw a middle-eastern mansitting across from meholding a large Zip-Loc bagof some sort of food paste,i couldn't tell,it looked like some sort ofcurry-filled food pasteand the man looked unhappy,and after a few minutesi saw him open upthe Zip-Loc bag,throw up into it,then close the bag againso, he was carryinghis vomit with himon the elat least he had a baghe could seal it up with—the prose: Passport To Outer Space And a lot of us have experiences around the city, and I've tried to see the world, not just this continent, but 15 European countries, Russia, China...I've searched for these stories around the world, I've gotten my passport stamped like mad... but my sister told me about Don Stump, a friend of my dad's who ran a restaurant, well, his father-in-law apparently bought and had the rights to the space in outer space (you know, like all of the space beyond out atmosphere between planets and stars and comets and asteroids and stuff...). My sister even said that his father-in-law stamped the passports of the astronauts that went into outer space, since they were crossing the areas he owned. But Don Stump was pushed away from their house once, because at least two men from the FBI were there... Apparently Don's father-in-law was minting coins, it wasn't money that was valid anywhere, but it's illegal for U.S. residents to try to make any sort of profit this way, the way they might have potentially done.Now, Don and his wife and parents have passed away, so.... I guess there's no way I can pay them for having my passport stamped for going to outer space. But when you're up high in the Earth's atmosphere, a lot of places look the same. I mean, Siberia, with snow peaks and mountain lines along the eastern coast, looks like the Rockies in America in the winter. It's only when you get closer to the ground do you see the real differences.—parts of the poem: In The AirChicago looks grand from the skywith this huge expanse of lakenext to it, like civilization crept upas far as it could but finally had to stop.The power of nature stopping the powerof mankind... Daylight, and the snow on the ground in the winter time looks dirty, too many cars have splashed mud on it as theydrove by. And in the winter the sky always matches the shade of grey of the snow: fitting for the city of the Blues. Maybe the snow is alreadythat color, that perfect shade of grey,when it falls from the sky in this city.When I'm in the air, I like to lookout the window. Clouds look likecotton balls when you're above them,and when you're landing cars look likelittle ants, on a mission, bringing foodback to their hill. And thestreets look like veins, capillaries in somemassive, monstrous body. And thefarmlands look like little squares of colors.I wonder why each plot of land is adifferent color, what's growing therethat makes them different. Or maybe it'sthat some of them are turning shades of redand brown because they are dying.And it always seems on a plane that you're stucksitting next to someone that is eithertoo wide for their seat, or is a businessmanwith his newspaper stretched outand his lap top computer on his littlefold out table. Once, when I was on aflight back from D. C., a flight attendantwalked by, stack of magazines in herhand, Time, Newsweek, Businessweek,and I stopped her, asking what magazinesshe had. And she replied, "Oh, thesemagazines are for men." This is a truestory. And I asked her again what shehad. I had already read Time, so I took Newsweek.—the poem: On An Airplane With A Frequent Flyer"I was once on a flight to Hawaii and I was waiting in linefor the lavatory. There was always a line for a flightthis long, you know, it seemed the washroomswere always on demand on a flight this long. SoI finally got into the washroom, you know, and Ilooked into the toilet, and someone, well, lost the battleagainst a very healthy digestive system and left the"spoils" in the toilet, stuck. Maybe it didn't want to godown into the sewage tank where all the otherwaste from this long trip went to. Can you imagineall the stuff this airplane had to carry across the ocean?Well, anyway, so I saw this stuck in the toilet, and Iwent to the washroom, and when I was done i flushed andit still wouldn't budge, and so I opened the door and walkedout into the aisle of the plane again. And there was thislong line of people waiting to use this crampedlittle washroom, and I just wanted to tell them all,'you know, I didn't do that.' And then it occurred to methat everyone, when they leave the bathroom on thatplane, will think the exact same thing."—and the prose: Around the World, & sweet home ChicagoAnd you know, I talk about travel around the world, but where we come from shows who we are. I mean, once I was on the other side of the world, at the Summer Palace, and an older man came over to me, knowing little english, and said, "My daughter and I wanted to know where you were from." So... not knowing how much geography they knew, I said, "I'm from the United States, in Illinois, in Chicago." And that's when this old man from the other side of the world said, "oh... my kind of town." And I started laughing, knowing the song, and then he said, "Frank Sinatra sang that." and I laughed more, then realizing that although I try to learn about the world, but my soul still hold on to my Chicago roots, other editors even comment on my style of writing being affected by being from the MidWest, being from Chicago... being from here affects my style and my art, oftentimes as much as my family history.I talk about learning stories from around the world, but I think we can also learn from stories right here, and as we live in this big world, it helps us to not feel small, but to grow larger than life.—For more information on this writing and other writings from Janet Kuypers, go to http://www.janetkuypers.com for more information and details. Author: ccandd96 Keywords: Janet Kuypers poem poetry dreams July 17 2004 performance art show reading video monitor tv chair living big world prose Added: July 25, 2007

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15 commentsSelena was sitting on the bathroom floor.Nisk sat by her and held her."A..........pregnancy....test" Selena said inbetween sobs.Nick was in awe he couldn't believe it his mouth hung wide open.Selena started sobbing into Nick's shirt."It'll be ok" Nick whispered.Selena just kept on sobbing.Nick rubbed her back "I'll go to the drug store" he kissed her hair.She sat there in the bathroom and tried to stop crying.Nick drove to the drug store and went in.He scanned the whole place for pregnancy tests."Are you lo- ?"Taylor asked."Oh hey man" Nick said."Are you looking for something?" Taylor asked."Yah bet you can't tell anybody!" Nick warned.Taylor shook his head "Ok"Nick pursed his lips "I need a pregnancy test" Nick sighed.Tayors eyes bugged out "WHAT!?!?!" he yelled.Everyone stopped and looked at him "I mean half off on tylonel" Taylor murmured.Taylor walked off to another aisle and came back with a test."Here" Taylor murmured coming back with a brown paper bag."Thanks" Nick smiled.Demi threw a glass vase as hard as she could at Joe.Joe screamed as it collided with his head.Demi gasped not knowing what to do she called the police.Joe was on the floor unconsious and bleeding from the head.Demi sat next to him "I'm so sorry" she cried.She could hear the ambulance rolling down the street.Nick came home to find Selena laying on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling. "Here" he said handing her the bag.She held put her hand and took but didn't move."Anytime now"Nick said.She sat up and looked at Nick with tears in her eyes.Nick felt guilty now and looked down he thought she would tell him off but she didn't."I'm scared" Selena said her voice cracked and she began to cry again.At the hospital."I'm sorry but,your friend Joe-" the doctor began.ack with Nick and SelenaNick sat with Selena and hugged her.He had a question that was really burning him to ask but he knew he couldn't.She got up "I'm ready" she sighed going to the bathroom.Those 10 mintues were probably the longest 10 minutes in her whole life or at least it seemed like that.Selena stood there with the test.She suddenly dropped it............... Author: xxwriter53xx Keywords: OneTrueMedia yaaaaaaaahyh Added: November 26, 2008

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The incident involved a baby , who was later named Shanice Denise Osbourne, and who was supposed to become a victim of abortion at the GYN Diagnostic Center abortion facility in Hialeah, outside Miami.According to witnesses, a young woman went to GYN for an abortion. Police say the 18 year-old returned the next day complaining of severe stomach pains.Abortion facility staff told her the abortion practitioner was not available and that she would have to wait. After being taken to a waiting area, the woman allegedly gave birth to the baby that she thought had been aborted the day before.Abortion center owner Belkis Gonzalez, a woman with no medical background, delivered the African-American baby girl. An autopsy indicated that the baby's lungs contained gas bubbles and floated, proving that Shanice was alive and breathing at birth.Officials say an anonymous caller, who they believe is an employee at the abortion business, alerted them to the birth and the infanticide of the child afterwards. However, when police arrived at the abortion facility, the baby's body was missing.They came back a second time and found the dead baby in a biohazard bag. Detectives say abortion facility staff likely moved the baby's body the first time to avoid detection. Author: VorthosForum Keywords: abortion murder infanticide genocide planned parenthood sin evil judgment Added: November 8, 2008

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Mia's P.O.V.Molly and I were sat in Miss Lawrence's constitution class. Miss Lawrence was one of those teachers, who wore jam jars for glasses and had no fashion sense whatsoever. She walked over the classroom throwing interrogations at students, struggling to get off the subjects that spare pupils were bringing up. Miss asked everybody to close their eyes, and raise their hands if they'd ever antiquated in sanguine situations. One of the catechisms was "Have you ever skipped periods?" She anon asked us to keep our eyes closed and put out our hands, so she could give us an appointment with the school nurse if we had raised our hands. I held my hand out, nervously waiting for a sheet of paper. I years ago felt a sensation of relief, thinking I'd got out of that; but anon she put a slip of paper in my hand. My heart started pounding in my chest and to be perfectly honest I didn't be acquainted why! My mom had already inclined me the 'talk' and I was perfectly aware of many particulars, so why should I be worried? The bell rang, and I subtly put the slip in my jeans pocket. As we were passing the school doors, leading to the way shanty Molly brought up the lesson, "So, did you get inured one of those slips?" I wanted to clue in her that I did, but I knew she'd get all fussy and it really wasn't that big a deal. "No. Did you?" I asked, shifting the situation into her hands. "No. I'm not commensurate that." Me and Molly had nearly left the school gates, but formerly I remember something. I hadn't audited the appointment tour on the slip, so I made a quick escape. "Molly, wait here. I go hungry to go and grab my sweater from my locker." Molly believed me, and waited patiently for me, as favorable alters ego do. I quickly ran inside the superstructure to the nurse's office, where Nurse Karen was. I tapped on the door while waving a slip in my hand unintentionally due to my hand shaking. "Nurse.. Karen... I've moth-eaten liable that slip and wanted to distinguish what past I should come and see you." She walked settled, her heels making a clacking sound against the floor. She pulled the slip of paper out of my hand and seeing at it, while biting the lid of her pen. "Well are you comp now?" she asked me. I wasn't steady what to say, as I knew Molly was waiting for me unchanging though she had singing lessons after school. "Is it alright if I go and let my friend be learned she can go externally me?" I asked hoping she would let me. "Okay, but don't be lasting. I have a life outside of school too you cognize." She answered bitterly. I rested my bag on the bed in the room and ran out to let Molly apperceive what was happening. I lied. I would blow open her, if it was influential; but it's a personal thing. She didn't mind and left beyond me as I quickly returned back to the Nurse's office. "Right where were we? I believe your signature is Mia Armstrong?" She asked. "Yes, that's me. I got inclined that slip in profile class by Miss Lawrence." I informed her."Ah, right. Well, I'm tried going to ask you a few feelers if that's alright?" She asked me. I agreed as I had no objections in vitality asked a few wringers. She started with "Have you superseded in any recent serious, appositenesss?" I had to sense about that one. I mean, I knew I had it dependable didn't seem lots anymore. It had all ended. "Yes, we were stable for 8 months." I told her nervously thinking about honest whom I was talking about. "And did anything... present itself?" She asked, while giving me 'the look' that signified she was talking about something in particular. I took a gulp and a deep breathe before I answered. "No." I said. She looked at me before asking me "Are you undeniable?". I looked up nervously "Okay, something did arrive." I replied honestly. "Did you go through all the right... procedures?" She asked me. "Well, uh.. not.. exactly." I felt so stupid. Why did I see it was safe. I mean, something had antediluvian said .. yet, but it seemed so dumb when I said it out loud. "I be afraid you better get tested." She pulled out a box, and handed it to me. I reliable sat there seeing at it. No speech, no emotions, no universe. I sat there blankly for a few minutes before it finally went into my head. I couldn't believe I was continuous at that stage of the situation... but for all I knew, it could equitable be... a false alarm, with any luck that is. So I took the box and slipped it into my bag, covering it in my coat. I left the Nurse's office and shut the door, heading hearth. No car was parked in the ride so I assumed my parents weren't fireside yet. I was glad, if the confirmation was negative formerly I could upright put it all behind me and no one would ever have to perceive. My hands were shaking as I unpacked the box and manufacture out the instructions, after drinking plentiful cartons of juice I finally 'got to work' and took the dry run. that was it. The moment that could spending banknote my life... I shook the pregnancy stick and I decipher it to reveal...:] CLIFFHANGERR!had well loads of fun autograph that btw. Author: notENOUGHlovex Keywords: Jonas Brothers Love Story Fanfiction deardiaryx Selena Gomez Miley Cyrus Demi Lovato Nick Joe Kevin Added: November 3, 2008

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Hey I'm asking for 5 comments for the next chapter now,so please comment...Heres the story-------------------------------*4 weeks later**with Renée and Brianna at Renées*Brianna was sleeping done with at Renées and when she woke up she felt the sudden urge to vomit. She quickly ran to the bath room and threw up.Brianna: Eww.Renée: You okay in there?Brianna: No.Renée: Well I grabbed you a bottle of water and theres some face clothes in the closet there.Brianna opened the door and Renée walked in, handed her he bottle of water and sat at the vanity.Renée: Whats going on Brianna?Brianna: I dont know-how for the pod auger week Ive obsolete getting sick, I keep thinking oh equal the flew.Renée: Wel- Brianna: (cuts Renee off) Oh no! Omg, omg, omg!!!!Renée: Well whens the last you had your period?Brianna: It was suppose to be last week but I figured I was gone and not to worriment and that it would get going with soon. OMG Ren! What am I going to do?*With Roxey in her room*-Roxey POV-Ugh! Im so bored. My sister and Brianna true left somewhere so I cant hang with them and all my allies are gone to the basket ball tournament. Which I cant go to cause I sprained my wrist the day before they left. Ugh! Why do I have to be such a klutz? (Gets her phone) Hmm Who to holler? (Scrolling threw her contacts) Hey I should cry Nick! (Calls Nick the phone rings seven times before someone pleas.)-End of POV-(On the phone)N: Hey Roxey! I was dependable thinking about you!R: Where you now?N: Yes I was.R: Anyways to my question. Can you come gone Im bored.N: Ha-Ha I guess I could.R: YAY! See you soon!N: Bye Rox.R: Ha-ha! ByeWhile Roxey was waiting for Nick to check in she decided to silver her outfit. She put on a pair of medium blue jeans with rips in them and a GO GREEN! T-shirt(N: unbiased for you Roxey:P) and black converses. years ago she heard a knock on the door.Roxey: That must be Nick!She runs to the door antecedent the cleaning lady, who was about to determination it. She got to the door and whipped it susceptible.Roxey: Hey Nick! (Gives him a hug)Nick: Hey Roxey! (Gives her a light kiss on her cheek)Roxey: Come on lets go up to my room! (Takes by the hand and brings him up to her room)Nick: Alright!They go up to her room and sit on the couch in front of her TV.Roxey: (sarcastic) heres a crazy thought lets watch a movie!Nick: (sarcastic) Oh so crazy! Lets.Roxey walks ended to the shelf of shows and chooses Blades of glory (N: first thing that came to mind). She puts it in and they cuddle up on the couch.*with Brianna and Renee*Renée: Well lets go to the closest drug plenty and get a pregnancy standard. upright to father definite.Brianna: OkaySo Brianna and Renée got In Renées SUV and drove to the nearest drug accumulation. Renée: Kay lets go.Brianna went and grabbed a clear blue pregnancy test(N: first thing I thought of:P).Brianna: Oh no!Renée: What?Brianna: I appreciate that lady at the cash, can you go pay?Renée: cool.Brianna handed Renée her credit card and Brianna went out to Renées SUV.Cash Lady: deluxe morn miss. (Looks at her item and gives Renée that upset look)Renée: Ummyeah.Cash lady: Your total is 21.74$(takes the credit card) have a excellent day.Renée: Yeah hopefully (makes the lady believes the lick is hers)Renée walks up to her SUV and hands Brianna the bag.Brianna: Thanks a million.Renée: No problem, the lady gave me that disgusted disappointed look (they laugh).---------------------------------------Whats gonna yaw out next?????So I fathom that was kinda short, but its kinda a figure up chapter, so 5 comments please.SUBSCRIBEFanFicsJB Author: FanFicsJB Keywords: Fan Fic Jonas Brothers Things Happen Chapter Added: November 6, 2008

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very short, but it reveals 1 of the things in the promo! (if u havent watched that already, go watch it!) Intro:*1 month later*No. PLEASE no. It can't happen. I said, walking out of the store. I shifted the bag back and forth. Back and forth. I walked up the stairs, and into my room. I couldn't do it now. I sat down on my bed. Everything always had to be so complicated. WHY? I couldn't put this off any longer. I grabbed the bag, and walked into the bathroom. I took it out. A pregnancy test. I gulped. What would he think if I was? What would my PARENTS think? Oh God, my PARENTS. Fuck. I'm SO dead if I am. I took it out of the box. I peed on the stick, then walked out of the bathroom and waited. The longest 15 minutes of my lifetime. I heard it beep. I slowly got up. I was too scared to look. I crossed my fingers, sighed, and opened the bathroom door. I couldn't take it. I ran over to the counter and picked it up. Positive. No. Oh God...NO!!!! I cried. It can't happen. I snapped it in half and threw it in the garbage. I ran into my bedroom and cried. I heard my phone ring. I looked at the caller ID. It was him. Oh no. I wiped my eyes and answered as cheerfully as I could. Hey Ali, it's Nick, he said. I covered the mouthpiece and sniffled. Oh, hey Nick! I said. I couldn't let him know. It wasn't the right time. So...you wanna come over and get a little FRISKY? he said in that oh so sexy voice of his. It made me think. All of the sex we'd had the last few months. One of those...no protection. I...I can't, it's...girl things, I lied. Oh what KIND of girl things? he said flirtatiously. I...uh... I couldn't take it. I hung up the phone, and cried into my pillow. Author: jblover611 Keywords: jonas brothers bad boys sex kevin joe nick sexy what go to school for edition season two high never ends intro Added: November 25, 2008

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