Open your eyes, Nicolas.

3. The decision was quite clear. I was not going to let him do any of those awful things.

I already had the cloth out of my mouth, but I decided there was no point in shouting. The house, just like the bathroom, seemed to have no windows in it.

I pulled myself up on my sore legs. Senior's grab was strong enough to get me sore and he wasn't even trying too hard. I flinched when I thought about what he was capable of when he WAS trying to hurt.

I opened the little small cupboard above the sink and started getting things out of it. For such a tiny cupboard, there really were many things inside of it.

I finally found a razor, which seemed so old that it must have been lying there for years. I squeaked my teeth, seeing how rusty it was. It wasn't going to make it any easier, I knew that, and still, I sat on the floor, ready to slit my fucking veins. I'd prepare to kill myself than see what he was planning for me.

"Oh, silly! Don't do THAT." Said a voice.

I was just about to faint.

"He already said he wasn't going to hurt you."

I looked around- the room was really empty. So who was talking to me?

"Wh-who are you?" I mumbled, trying to speak as loud as I can.

No one answered. For few seconds all I could hear was steps outside the room, and then the door opened.

It was a scary sight. In the door stood Senior, his dark eyes wide opened, shining even in the low light, his hair a dark curtain, moving with the cold wind which blew into the tiny room. He seemed furious.

"Didn't I tell you to stop stressing her out?" he said, glaring at the area beneath the sink.

Crazy?

"And you- get that thing out of your hand. I already told you I wasn't going to hurt you, didn't I? Now get up." He said, and walked out of the tiny bathroom, leaving the door opened.

Now, that seemed as a gesture of good will. I left the razor on the floor and got up, slowly following him through a dark hall. He was going quickly, having no problem seeing in the dark. In some point he disappeared, and I stopped walking, feeling lost. He popped up back in the hall in seconds, pushing a warm cup to my hands. I almost dropped the cup out of shock. He smiled and opened the glass bottle he was holding between his index and middle finger. He winked and took a long sip.

I did drop the cup when I heard the voice from before calling, "You could have brought us a beer, too, you know?"

I felt cold wind blow next to me as a guy passed next to me, walking straight into the room Senior just got out from, and warm drops of water trickling into my shoes.

"Oh, see what you've done now!" a voice shouted from behind of me.

I turned around, shaking hard. There were a couple of guys standing there; one of them bright haired, who had his long hair messed all around his head. He was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt and baggy shorts, and didn't seem to be cold. The other guy was wearing a sweatshirt, which's hood was pulled on his head. His hands were tucked in to dark jeans' pockets and he had a big smile of his face. He sure seemed to like the situation.

I hadn't got much time to look at them, though, since Senior soon placed his hands on me once again, forcing me to turn around and leading me to a little living room, were I was seated on a soft couch. He disappeared for a second, and I heard him talking with the three guys. I figured they must have been in the house before I got there, since I heard no one getting into the house while I was locked in the bathroom. It still didn't explain the voice I heard there, which sounded just like the guy who passed next to me. Did they have a spy camera in the bathroom or something? That was acceptable, though not very reasonable.

Senior came back and sat on some other couch. "Sorry 'bout them," he said and took another long sip of beer. By now the bottle was half empty. "They never try to act polite next to people they don't know, they just act as normal."

I nodded, again unable to take my eyes off of his.

"You're in a total shock, huh? Huh, Junior?"

"Why do you keep calling me Junior?"

"'Cause you are the newest member of our family," said the hooded guy, who just walked into the room. He sat next to Senior and opened his beer.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I thought I told you to stay in the kitchen," said Senior, glancing at the hooded guy.

"I figured you were just kidding. You need our help to explain, don't ya?"

Senior frowned and nodded, then looked away from me and from his hooded fellow. For a moment it seemed as if he's blushing.

"Hey, you two! Will you come already?" the hooded guy shouted.

The two guys got there in seconds. The bright haired guy sat between Senior and the hooded guy, and the other one sat on the floor, with his back to the wall. I finally noticed how he looked like- He was short and boney and had his black straight hair on his face. He didn't have his shirt on, and I could actually count his ribs. I started counting them, then remembered that staring is somewhat rude and I looked away.

The four guys, including Senior, hit their bottles, saying "Cheers!" and getting stupid smirks on their faces. They seemed incredibly happy until I remained them that I was there, asking the most embracing question I ever asked.

"So, eh, are you vampires or something?"

The guys looked at me, then at each other and started laughing. They were laughing so hard that I thought they would choke. They didn't, though.

Senior was the first one to calm down. He looked at me with tearful eyes and let out a breathless, "No, Junior, we are not vampires."

He took a deep breath before he kept talking. By that time the other three guys had stopped laughing, or at least didn't laugh as hard. The boney guy kept snickering.

"Then what ARE you?"

"Eh, humans?" Boney answered.

"But you just popped out of nowhere!"

"Did not," said the bright haired guy. "We were there all along, in our shadow form."

"Huh?

"Didn't you notice you had four shadows today?"

"I did, actually."

"Then we didn't pop out of nowhere, did we?"

"But YOU WERE A BUNCH OF SHADOWS!"

The three shadow guys snickered.

"Stop messing with her mind, idiots!" Senior growled at them.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you don't want her to break down, the way YOU did." Boney said.

Senior wasn't going to let him get away with it. In a second they both were on the floor, throwing their fists at each other. Usually, this kind of event would keep me awake, but not that night.

I fell asleep as watching them fight.

3. The decision was quite clear. I was not going to let him do any of those awful things.

I already had the cloth out of my mouth, but I decided there was no point in shouting. The house, just like the bathroom, seemed to have no windows in it.

I pulled myself up on my sore legs. Senior's grab was strong enough to get me sore and he wasn't even trying too hard. I flinched when I thought about what he was capable of when he WAS trying to hurt.

I opened the little small cupboard above the sink and started getting things out of it. For such a tiny cupboard, there really were many things inside of it.

I finally found a razor, which seemed so old that it must have been lying there for years. I squeaked my teeth, seeing how rusty it was. It wasn't going to make it any easier, I knew that, and still, I sat on the floor, ready to slit my fucking veins. I'd prepare to kill myself than see what he was planning for me.

"Oh, silly! Don't do THAT." Said a voice.

I was just about to faint.

"He already said he wasn't going to hurt you."

I looked around- the room was really empty. So who was talking to me?

"Wh-who are you?" I mumbled, trying to speak as loud as I can.

No one answered. For few seconds all I could hear was steps outside the room, and then the door opened.

It was a scary sight. In the door stood Senior, his dark eyes wide opened, shining even in the low light, his hair a dark curtain, moving with the cold wind which blew into the tiny room. He seemed furious.

"Didn't I tell you to stop stressing her out?" he said, glaring at the area beneath the sink.

Crazy?

"And you- get that thing out of your hand. I already told you I wasn't going to hurt you, didn't I? Now get up." He said, and walked out of the tiny bathroom, leaving the door opened.

Now, that seemed as a gesture of good will. I left the razor on the floor and got up, slowly following him through a dark hall. He was going quickly, having no problem seeing in the dark. In some point he disappeared, and I stopped walking, feeling lost. He popped up back in the hall in seconds, pushing a warm cup to my hands. I almost dropped the cup out of shock. He smiled and opened the glass bottle he was holding between his index and middle finger. He winked and took a long sip.

I did drop the cup when I heard the voice from before calling, "You could have brought us a beer, too, you know?"

I felt cold wind blow next to me as a guy passed next to me, walking straight into the room Senior just got out from, and warm drops of water trickling into my shoes.

"Oh, see what you've done now!" a voice shouted from behind of me.

I turned around, shaking hard. There were a couple of guys standing there; one of them bright haired, who had his long hair messed all around his head. He was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt and baggy shorts, and didn't seem to be cold. The other guy was wearing a sweatshirt, which's hood was pulled on his head. His hands were tucked in to dark jeans' pockets and he had a big smile of his face. He sure seemed to like the situation.

I hadn't got much time to look at them, though, since Senior soon placed his hands on me once again, forcing me to turn around and leading me to a little living room, were I was seated on a soft couch. He disappeared for a second, and I heard him talking with the three guys. I figured they must have been in the house before I got there, since I heard no one getting into the house while I was locked in the bathroom. It still didn't explain the voice I heard there, which sounded just like the guy who passed next to me. Did they have a spy camera in the bathroom or something? That was acceptable, though not very reasonable.

Senior came back and sat on some other couch. "Sorry 'bout them," he said and took another long sip of beer. By now the bottle was half empty. "They never try to act polite next to people they don't know, they just act as normal."

I nodded, again unable to take my eyes off of his.

"You're in a total shock, huh? Huh, Junior?"

"Why do you keep calling me Junior?"

"'Cause you are the newest member of our family," said the hooded guy, who just walked into the room. He sat next to Senior and opened his beer.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I thought I told you to stay in the kitchen," said Senior, glancing at the hooded guy.

"I figured you were just kidding. You need our help to explain, don't ya?"

Senior frowned and nodded, then looked away from me and from his hooded fellow. For a moment it seemed as if he's blushing.

"Hey, you two! Will you come already?" the hooded guy shouted.

The two guys got there in seconds. The bright haired guy sat between Senior and the hooded guy, and the other one sat on the floor, with his back to the wall. I finally noticed how he looked like- He was short and boney and had his black straight hair on his face. He didn't have his shirt on, and I could actually count his ribs. I started counting them, then remembered that staring is somewhat rude and I looked away.

The four guys, including Senior, hit their bottles, saying "Cheers!" and getting stupid smirks on their faces. They seemed incredibly happy until I remained them that I was there, asking the most embracing question I ever asked.

"So, eh, are you vampires or something?"

The guys looked at me, then at each other and started laughing. They were laughing so hard that I thought they would choke. They didn't, though.

Senior was the first one to calm down. He looked at me with tearful eyes and let out a breathless, "No, Junior, we are not vampires."

He took a deep breath before he kept talking. By that time the other three guys had stopped laughing, or at least didn't laugh as hard. The boney guy kept snickering.

"Then what ARE you?"

"Eh, humans?" Boney answered.

"But you just popped out of nowhere!"

"Did not," said the bright haired guy. "We were there all along, in our shadow form."

"Huh?

"Didn't you notice you had four shadows today?"

"I did, actually."

"Then we didn't pop out of nowhere, did we?"

"But YOU WERE A BUNCH OF SHADOWS!"

The three shadow guys snickered.

"Stop messing with her mind, idiots!" Senior growled at them.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you don't want her to break down, the way YOU did." Boney said.

Senior wasn't going to let him get away with it. In a second they both were on the floor, throwing their fists at each other. Usually, this kind of event would keep me awake, but not that night.

I fell asleep as watching them fight.

3. The decision was quite clear. I was not going to let him do any of those awful things.

I already had the cloth out of my mouth, but I decided there was no point in shouting. The house, just like the bathroom, seemed to have no windows in it.

I pulled myself up on my sore legs. Senior's grab was strong enough to get me sore and he wasn't even trying too hard. I flinched when I thought about what he was capable of when he WAS trying to hurt.

I opened the little small cupboard above the sink and started getting things out of it. For such a tiny cupboard, there really were many things inside of it.

I finally found a razor, which seemed so old that it must have been lying there for years. I squeaked my teeth, seeing how rusty it was. It wasn't going to make it any easier, I knew that, and still, I sat on the floor, ready to slit my fucking veins. I'd prepare to kill myself than see what he was planning for me.

"Oh, silly! Don't do THAT." Said a voice.

I was just about to faint.

"He already said he wasn't going to hurt you."

I looked around- the room was really empty. So who was talking to me?

"Wh-who are you?" I mumbled, trying to speak as loud as I can.

No one answered. For few seconds all I could hear was steps outside the room, and then the door opened.

It was a scary sight. In the door stood Senior, his dark eyes wide opened, shining even in the low light, his hair a dark curtain, moving with the cold wind which blew into the tiny room. He seemed furious.

"Didn't I tell you to stop stressing her out?" he said, glaring at the area beneath the sink.

Crazy?

"And you- get that thing out of your hand. I already told you I wasn't going to hurt you, didn't I? Now get up." He said, and walked out of the tiny bathroom, leaving the door opened.

Now, that seemed as a gesture of good will. I left the razor on the floor and got up, slowly following him through a dark hall. He was going quickly, having no problem seeing in the dark. In some point he disappeared, and I stopped walking, feeling lost. He popped up back in the hall in seconds, pushing a warm cup to my hands. I almost dropped the cup out of shock. He smiled and opened the glass bottle he was holding between his index and middle finger. He winked and took a long sip.

I did drop the cup when I heard the voice from before calling, "You could have brought us a beer, too, you know?"

I felt cold wind blow next to me as a guy passed next to me, walking straight into the room Senior just got out from, and warm drops of water trickling into my shoes.

"Oh, see what you've done now!" a voice shouted from behind of me.

I turned around, shaking hard. There were a couple of guys standing there; one of them bright haired, who had his long hair messed all around his head. He was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt and baggy shorts, and didn't seem to be cold. The other guy was wearing a sweatshirt, which's hood was pulled on his head. His hands were tucked in to dark jeans' pockets and he had a big smile of his face. He sure seemed to like the situation.

I hadn't got much time to look at them, though, since Senior soon placed his hands on me once again, forcing me to turn around and leading me to a little living room, were I was seated on a soft couch. He disappeared for a second, and I heard him talking with the three guys. I figured they must have been in the house before I got there, since I heard no one getting into the house while I was locked in the bathroom. It still didn't explain the voice I heard there, which sounded just like the guy who passed next to me. Did they have a spy camera in the bathroom or something? That was acceptable, though not very reasonable.

Senior came back and sat on some other couch. "Sorry 'bout them," he said and took another long sip of beer. By now the bottle was half empty. "They never try to act polite next to people they don't know, they just act as normal."

I nodded, again unable to take my eyes off of his.

"You're in a total shock, huh? Huh, Junior?"

"Why do you keep calling me Junior?"

"'Cause you are the newest member of our family," said the hooded guy, who just walked into the room. He sat next to Senior and opened his beer.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I thought I told you to stay in the kitchen," said Senior, glancing at the hooded guy.

"I figured you were just kidding. You need our help to explain, don't ya?"

Senior frowned and nodded, then looked away from me and from his hooded fellow. For a moment it seemed as if he's blushing.

"Hey, you two! Will you come already?" the hooded guy shouted.

The two guys got there in seconds. The bright haired guy sat between Senior and the hooded guy, and the other one sat on the floor, with his back to the wall. I finally noticed how he looked like- He was short and boney and had his black straight hair on his face. He didn't have his shirt on, and I could actually count his ribs. I started counting them, then remembered that staring is somewhat rude and I looked away.

The four guys, including Senior, hit their bottles, saying "Cheers!" and getting stupid smirks on their faces. They seemed incredibly happy until I remained them that I was there, asking the most embracing question I ever asked.

"So, eh, are you vampires or something?"

The guys looked at me, then at each other and started laughing. They were laughing so hard that I thought they would choke. They didn't, though.

Senior was the first one to calm down. He looked at me with tearful eyes and let out a breathless, "No, Junior, we are not vampires."

He took a deep breath before he kept talking. By that time the other three guys had stopped laughing, or at least didn't laugh as hard. The boney guy kept snickering.

"Then what ARE you?"

"Eh, humans?" Boney answered.

"But you just popped out of nowhere!"

"Did not," said the bright haired guy. "We were there all along, in our shadow form."

"Huh?

"Didn't you notice you had four shadows today?"

"I did, actually."

"Then we didn't pop out of nowhere, did we?"

"But YOU WERE A BUNCH OF SHADOWS!"

The three shadow guys snickered.

"Stop messing with her mind, idiots!" Senior growled at them.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you don't want her to break down, the way YOU did." Boney said.

Senior wasn't going to let him get away with it. In a second they both were on the floor, throwing their fists at each other. Usually, this kind of event would keep me awake, but not that night.

I fell asleep as watching them fight.

I got out of the house, feeling the cold air outside calling my name. It was a full moon night, and even the dark, wooded area around my house was somewhat lightened. I could see my shadow as it crawled beside me, pitch black. I didn't pay too much attention to it, though; it was only my shadow, right?

I kept walking. The trees kept making weird noises, like creepy whispering people. It was somewhat stressing, but far more calming than the shouts and screams at my house.

Somehow, every time I get out of my parents' sight, someone would get wrong. That day I got into the shower, and even with the water in my ears I could hear them screaming. They always do, it's their way to argue over everything, even over little, meaningless matters.

I shivered as I felt my wet hair wetting my shirt and sticking it to my back. It was not the best feeling in the whole world, I can assure you that, and for one moment I thought  it would be better if I just came back home. I kept on walking, though.

The whispers kept following me as I walked out of the wooded area, but I assumed it was just the streetlights, buzzing as always. There were too many streetlights over there, so I now had three more blurry shadows besides the pitch black one the moon gave me.

It took me about another ten minutes to get downtown. It was empty, to my big surprise. I guess Thursday night wasn't the city's strongest day. There weren't even any cars passing, so the street got awkwardly silence. I was about to turn around and start my way back home when I heard voices just behind me. I was in the main street, so it wasn't so surprising. I turned to a less popular street, but the voices kept following me. Paranoia hit me- I could swear they were following me. Well, it wasn't paranoia at all, but I was trying to convince myself that it was. The voices kept getting louder and I knew they would catch me if I didn't do something, quick. I turned into a side alley, figuring that they wouldn't see me in the dark. I tried to stop my breath as I walked to the dark edge of the alley. And then, out of the blue (or should I say black?), I heard a voice.

"I thought you'd never show up."

I shivered.

I looked around and tried to find the source of the voice, but it was too dark. It wasn't too concerning, since the source of the voice soon found me, holding me with a couple of cold, huge hands and turning me around, so I was now facing him. I could recognize him even in the dark.

"You!" I shouted, eyes wide open.

 He grinned, stressing me more than I already was. It was the same senior who stared at me, maybe 12 hours earlier.

"Let me go!" I shrieked, trying to shake him off of me. He held me tighter, pulling me closer to his body.

"Let's go to my house," he said, not really offering but announcing his intention.

I felt all blood rushing from my face. "Hell no."

Well, it was not truly all of my blood, since what was left of it rushed from my face when I heard the voices again, this time laughing.

"Will you please help me to calm her down instead of stressing her out, you bunch of evil motherfuckers?"

"Well, no," said one of the voices, clearer than it was before. "You can handle her; she's just a junior."

I didn't understand what he meant by junior. I wasn't even in my junior year; I was a freshman.

He didn't seem to be entertained by those calling voices. He cursed quietly, and then looked into my eyes.

"Relax, okay? We're not gonna hurt you. Really now, Junior, do I seem like I person who would hurt you?"

I nodded, unable to look away from his eyes, and trying not to be bothered by who "we" were.

"Just don't fight, okay? You'd be just fine as long as you don't fight."

Yeah- I wasn't going to do that.

I shouted my lungs out, but not for long, since Senior's huge hand was soon on my mouth.

"As you wish," he mumbled, and with one smooth move he lifted me to his shoulder. I tried to shout, but he shoved a piece of cloth into my mouth, much like in a movie.

I gasped as he started walking. He wasn't walking slowly, and I was stressed both by the speed and by how loose he held me. I thought I was going to fall. I decided to look at the bright side- I could run away, using his loose grab.

I kicked his back, trying to make him let go of me. He roared and stopped for a second, then held me tighter and kept on going.

I felt warm tears running down my cheeks. I felt so miserable; unable to get myself out of the situation. I cried harder every time I got a new idea of what he was going to do to me: He was going to rape me, or murder me, or keep me in his basement. He was going to torture me, to cut pieces off my body. I gasped again.

Finally, we arrived to his house. He unlocked the door, got inside, and locked it again. He then threw me into a little bathroom, with no window. I sat on the floor, trying to relax myself by breathing deeply. It didn't work.

I gasped once again.

What am I going to do?

It started as a normal day.

I was dragging myself to lunch with a big group of my friends and their friends. I didn't really like them all, but I was too sleepy after a good, long nap at history class, and couldn't mind who was around me.

The bright lights in the cafeteria woke me up, though just a bit. I notice the boney blond girl who walked beside me. She wasn't one of my best friends, but she was weak both physically and mentally and I felt a need to make her stronger, so I encouraged her to come and sit with us, day after day. The other girls didn't like her, but I usually got them off of insulting her.

We got our food and sat down next to one huge table so we could all sit next to it. I was still incredibly tired and totally out of it. I sat there, slowly chewing my food, eyes half closed, not noticing anything anybody said until someone stuck his (or actually her) elbow in my waist. I moaned, though it didn't hurt too much, and looked around, finally noticing what my friends (or actually my friend's friends) were talking about. They were, again, laughing at that poor girl. I glanced at my friend, and she nodded at me and told her friend to stop.

I smiled a bit as the blond girl whispered a quiet "thanks".

What a cruel world.

In seconds I was out of it again; those girls just had nothing interesting in mind. I played with my food, making weird shapes until some girl mentioned my name.

"Huh?"

"I asked if you're coming this weekend."

"Coming where?"

"To the party at Jess' house! Come on, we were talking about it for weeks!"

"Who's coming?"

"You promised you would come!"

"Then fine, I'm coming." I said, rolling my eyes. I didn't feel like spending Friday night with a bunch of assholes, but I already promised. It was too late.

The girls got into a rather girly conversation, with giggles and shit. It was just as boring as the last one, so I didn't even bother listening. Something else caught my mind, though- A loud sound of shouts and laughs. I soon found its source; a bunch of senior dudes and their annoying girlfriends. They all were looking at a guy who was sitting in the farther side of the cafeteria, all alone. He didn't seem to notice them, though; he had his lunch tray pushed to the other side of the empty table and his head maybe four inches away from the table. His dark-brown hair was like a curtain, hiding his face. He was drawing, holding a couple of pencils between his ring finger and his pinky, and holding a pen with the other three. Suddenly, he raised his eyes, so his eyes met mine. I couldn't take my eyes off of his wide opened eyes. I swallowed hard, terrified. Why couldn't I look away from him?

"Ohhh, I think our friend our here found herself a creepy, metalhead date for the party!" my friend said, way too loud.

I shook my head, finally shaking off that creepy feeling. Well, not quite.

I shivered.

My friend laughed. "I see I'm not the only one who finds that idea horrifying."

"Um, because he's a total weirdo?" one of the mean bitches said.

I shrugged. "What's so bad about being weird?"

They all laughed.

But I wasn't joking.

So, yeah.

There's that kid who learns art in my school (with mean he's only at my school for like, 12 hours a week).

His name is Alex.

He's a 12th grader.

Some say he's really weird, but I LOVE weird people so I don't care.

He's so TALNETED!

Boo-fucking-hoo.

ME JEALOUS! (lol, I'm)

And...and...and...*blush*

DAMNIT! I love/hate that guy, and I don't even know him. Oh well. >.>

So yeah, this is pretty much my new love- the roof.

Yesterday was a bit scary, still funny and weird, though. Some rockets fell really near my school and we had to get into bomb shultters and blah blah blah. It was super fun, so funny that I was laughing my ass of for like, 2 hours, while half of the girls from my grade (who are stupid whores) were crying. So yeah, super funny.

I also started getting on the roof now, 'cause it's so quiet and nice over there. Only that now I'm totally addicted to it, and can't live without it, and since the night is clear and not so cold (around 36 degrees) I wanna sleep outside, on the roof. There is not way my parents will let me, though.

My head is going insane. Yes, I really mean it. I think I need to do something about it, but actually, I don't feel like.

As for right now, I just feel like getting on the roof, and watching the big moon while it's lighting everything around.

Wish me luck with that.

Written by Karen Zmora

Basically Israeli settlements in Southern Israel have been suffering from missile launches by Hamas in the Gaza strip for several years already

Recently there has been a cease fire plan between Israel and Hamas. Hamas failed to follow the rules of the cease fire, and continued launching missiles at settlements in Southern Israel so the IDF was given an order to react last week.

For anyone who doesn't know who Hamas is...they are a terrorist organization who is now ruling the Gaza strip. They want nothing more then to get rid of Israeli civilians, and get as much territory as possible back.

The air force bombed many targets...the targets were mostly missile launchers and Hamas security HQ bases. It killed many people, mostly Hamas militants.

So here it is, just to prove Hannah why I think it's gay. btw the first chap. sucks.

A. "Daddy!" Tyler shouted and ran downstairs, getting straight behind the couch in the somewhat small living room. She heard an angry sigh, which sure was Andre's. He didn't even bother to ask what's wrong, probably because he already saw it coming. Mark, though, sat up and looked at her with a worried look.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Don't baby girl me now! Why is HE allowed to go out tonight, and I'm not?!"

"We're already been there, haven't we?" Mark asked softly, as if he is talking to a five years old girl.

"But-"

"No buts!" Andre called, clearly annoyed. "We talked about it already. Paul is two years older than you, this is why he's allowed to go to that party tonight, and you're not. Plus, you're still grounded. Now go to your room and let your fathers have some quality time." he said, and then lay down again so she couldn't see him. Mark didn't turn around yet, but he wasn't looking at her; just biting his lower lip and looking down, probably wondering if he should agree with his partner or be that person who always wants his kids to have as much fun as possible. In few seconds she understood that he was going to agree with Andre. She didn't even shouted at her parents as she usually did; just ran upstairs, straight to her room.

It wasn't long before her brother knocked on the door, calling "Ty, are you alright?"

"No!" she shouted at her brother.

"I'm coming in," he said. He was inside before he ever finished saying the sentence. He sat down next to her, and she looked away. "Hey Ty! Tyler! Don't blame me, it's not my fault that they don't trust you"

She kicked him.

"Oh c'mon Ty" Paul mumbled.

She sighed. "Fine, so it's not your fault. It's still annoying"

"Don't worry," he smiled "They'll change their mind."

Soon his words came true, and Andre got into her room, looking slightly upset. Paul rushed out of the room, leaving the two alone. It took few seconds before Andre finally started talking; first he sighed deeply and looked around the room, probably searching for something else to talk about, so he won't have to say what he meant to say. In the end he gave up and talked. "Mark said you can go to the party, so just give us a call when you need a ride back home, okay?"

She nodded.

"Good. Come back early and don't drink or you'll be grounded for another week" he said and turned away, walking right out of the room.

What's wrong with him? Tyler wondered. She didn't have much time to think about it, though. She quickly called her friends, telling them that she can come, and then started getting ready for the party.

Grandma is in hospital.

My cuz starts serving in the army next week.

Am tired.

Got 66 on my unseen >.>

but this is pretty much it...so everything's good.

:)

The trip was awesome. We were in the Negev, north Israel, five hours away from here, so long drive.

It was fun.

We were devided into group and my group rocked.

Most of my group was kinds with special needs.

They were so amazingly nice. Really. Gotta love those kids.

xoxo

This week had been kinda crapy

I hope it gets better

I'm going on that stupid school trip

Hope it's gonna be fun...

Wish me luck.

xoxo peace

So yeah, here I whine again. My cousin is here, and once again, instead of doing something together, she's just stunk in bed doing nothing. Really, all she does (and she wouldn't do that right now as well) is talking about her friend or her crush or whatever. I actually had a pretty nice morning and noon, 'cause I spent them with my other cousins and uncles and aunts, who are much nicer than my cousin is right now, but the situation I'm in right now fucking ruins my entire day. Damn, I hate people >.> And yesterday my father asked me if I want to go represent Israel in some kind of delegation and he said that he might come too as the head of the delegation and damnnnnnnnn! It can be sooooo awesome but I'm shy...

Damnit.

I have too much on my mind.

Miss ya all <3

and last one, finally.

19. To be honest, Dean didn't feel like skating, and sure didn't think about basketball when he sat next to the old basketball court. Actually, he didn't even planned to go there, but that's where his legs took him. He needed somewhere quiet to sit and think, and that place, in such a cold day, was just perfect.

Earlier that day, Max drove him to the Berkeley Music University, where he and Adam had decided to meet. He had been anxious because of that meeting since he called Adam, but in the end he even kind of enjoyed it. They did have a lot in common, and Dean finally got to hear about Andrew from a new point of view, not the ten-years-old point of view he had. Although it was interesting, it gave Dean a massive headache. That's why he needed such a quiet place.

He sat on the somewhat wet bench and ignored the random sounds that were around him. He kept recognizing the sounds though, so he knew what will happen next when he heard the familiar sound of a car parking behind him. He didn't pay much attention, anyhow.

He heard a door of a car opening, then closing. He heard someone locking the car. He heard silence, soft steps, walking in the water which was all around. He heard someone sitting beside him, and then heard her breath, slow and quiet.

"Dean, don't be angry"

"I'm not," he answered, looking at her. "Sorry for..."

"Forgiven" Allie answered, smiling a little smile and leaning her head against Dean's shoulder.

So I'd add some more, but it would get ew.

1-2 chapters, I think.

18. Allie pulled both her blanket and pillow over her head, trying to ignore the noise. Downstairs were her mother and her biological father, shouting at each other. This is not how she imagined that day.

It had been over two weeks since she last talked to Dean. At the start she was shocked, then felt guilty, then angry and in the end just sad, because she wasn't brave enough to talk to him now. I can't just say 'I'm sorry my brother crashed with a car into your brother's car and killed him, will you forgive me?', it would be dumb. It's not even my fault.

For that week, the thought about seeing her father for the first time in her life brought her some comfort, but now, when he was there, shouting and screaming, not even pretending to be nice, she felt down again. She needed someone to talk to.

She sat up, and the first thing she saw was a medicine magazine, which was all about insomnia- sleep disorder. She found it earlier that week, when she went to the pharmacy, to get herself sleeping pills since had troubles sleeping, once again. Just another one of her reasons to miss Dean.

She took the magazine and read about three sentences before quitting. It just made her want to talk to Dean more.

"This is it!" she said out loudly, though no one could hear her. She got her shoes on, wore her warmest coat and went downstairs. Her mother and father were still shouting, and Allie stood next to them, hoping they'll stop fighting soon, so she could say goodbye before going out. They didn't stop. Allie, who could barely control herself anymore, broke down and shouted "Why don't you two grow up?!", and then left, wiping the tears which were suddenly in her eyes. She sat in her car until she calmed down, then started the car and drove away.

:(

17. Dean woke up and groaned miserably. His stomach ached and it kept getting worst in every passing moment. He felt as if he's about to throw up. He forgot about it as he heard few knocks on the door and then his father's voice, saying, "Dean, get ready. We want to go to the cemetery"

The need to throw up came back as soon as he heard the word 'cemetery'. He jumped off his bed and ran to the bathroom, arriving there just few seconds before it was too late. Then he closed the door, washed his face and sat on the floor. He sat there for few minutes before he heard a voice, this time his mother's. "Dean, is everything alright?"

"Yes, but I don't feel so well today" he mumbled, "Go to the cemetery without me"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, mother. I'll go there later today or tomorrow" he said, though he wasn't sure he wants to.

Dean felt better by noontime, so around five he left the house, heading to the cemetery. At the start he thought the cemetery was empty, and it didn't surprise him since it was a rainy day, so different from the day Andrew died. Only as he came closer to Andrew's grave, he saw he wasn't the only one who was there. Some guy was kneeling down, knees deep in the wet grass, just next to Andrew's grave. When he saw Dean got up and dried his eyes, smiling miserable smile. "You most be Dean"

Dean nodded.

"Pffff, you two are sure similar " he said and moved his eyes from Dean to Andrew's grave.

Dean just looked at him, not knowing what to say. That guy was dressed up in a strange way, as if someone just pushed him into the cemetery; simple t-shirt and jeans which was all wet had green shade from the grass, with a heavy jacket on, which seemed to be a part of a very expensive suit.

"Who are you?" Dean finally asked.

"Andy's friend...boyfriend" he mumbled. He sounded miserable, and still Dean almost smiled. It had been a while since he last heard somebody calling Andrew 'Andy', or since he heard somebody says Andrew's name in such a loving way. He figured Andrew was gay few years ago, and that was only one more proof.

They both got quiet again, each of them sinking deeper in thoughts, so none of them noticed the figure which was coming to their direction, not until he called "Adam". The two guys turned around. For a second that man seemed to be about to pass out, then he said, much louder than needed, "I swear I thought you were Andrew!". He took a deep breathe. "God, its worst than Tommy and I, or you and I", he added, looking at the guy whose name was, apparently, Adam. "Now let's go, I don't need you to get all depressed and suicidal"

Adam looked down, and then looked back up, at Dean. He seemed to be wondering what to say, but in the end he just went away, saying nothing. When he got out of sight,  the other guy, who seemed to be Adam's older brother, started searching in his pockets. In the end he took out a piece of paper and a pen, wrote a phone number and gave that piece of paper to Dean. "This is Adam's phone number," he explained, "You two actually have a lot in common, more than you think, believe me. You should talk to him sometime"

Dean nodded and shoved the little piece of paper into his pocket.

He threw it into the garbage can as soon as he got back home. I don't need him, he told himself. He changed his mind by the end of that week.

16. "Wait, what did you say?"

Allie laughed. "You're still not focused, right?"

"No, I can't be. Too shocked"

She laughed again. Dean had told her earlier that Max and Suzy are dating. She didn't laugh, not wanting to hurt him, but she already knew it. It was pretty easy to figure out in the long days she spent with Max, Suzy and Dean in the winter vacation. And as if it wasn't clear enough, Suzy actually asked her if she should tell Dean. Allie smiled a bit and answered, "You can do whatever you want, and I promise I won't tell Dean unless you'll let me to". Since that evening, Suzy forgave Allie.

"I think it was pretty obvious, didn't you see how they're acting when they're together?"

"It was not obvious"

"It was, but you're a guy- guys are stupid"

"Why thank you"

"You're very welcome. Feel like coming over?"

"Yes actually, but I can't. I should start doing my homework"

"Then why are you talking to me now?"

"They can wait, you know"

She giggled and lay down on her bed. "I miss you. Will you come over tomorrow?"

"Nah, I'll probably depress you to death"

"How will you do it?"

"Because I'll be depressed and won't feel like doing anything. It's my brother's memorial tomorrow"

"Okay, that's awkward already. It's my brother's memorial tomorrow too, eightieth one. It's you brother's eightieth one too, right? Dean? Dean?"

For a minute, there was no voice on the other line. Then it started beeping and Allie hung up, understanding he hung up too. It took her few more minutes to understand why he did it. When she did she grabbed her car keys and drove to his house, but on her way, she decided she just can't enter there. She turned around and drove to the bar.

15. Allie rushed downstairs as the doorbell rang. She was actually quite proud of herself for getting downstairs without falling, since her heels were too high, even for her. She wore those shoes anyway, knowing she won't be wearing them for the entire night. She got outside and hugged Dean tightly. He kissed her and placed his hands or her thighs. She laughed.

"Max is in the white car, right?"

"Ohh c'mon baby, you actually think I wouldn't kiss you if Max wasn't there? Ignore him"

Allie laughed and went toward Max's car. She knocked on the window and he opened it, smiling a big innocent smile. "Hey Allie!"

"Off you go, kiddo. Go stalk somebody else"

"Okay Allie, happy new year!" he said, closed the window and drove away. Dean stood behind her, smiling big. He was pleased with the fact his girlfriend and his best friend got along so well.

"C'mon, let's go. We only have like, a couple of hours to party before this year ends"

"Oh Dean, come on! You don't have to be such a goodie good all the time!"

"But why do you want me to drink?"

"'Cause I want to dance with you but it seems like you won't dance without being drunk!"

"Okay, okay! I'll dance then"

Allie smiled a huge smile. She was spending the last hour since they got to the club by dancing with random guys, though she only wanted to dance with Dean. He was sitting down next to the bar, looking miserable. But now he got up, and smiled one of those shy smiles, from the kind he had on every time he wanted to do something that his lack of self confidence prevented him from doing.

"Come on, let's dance!" Allie said and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor. Slowly he got more confidence and Allie decided to sit down and let him dance, since she was already tired from all that dancing. She looked at him dancing from the bar. He was now dancing with some good looking girl, but was trying to avoid touching her. She smiled big. That sweet guy. She only got back to the dance floor when it was almost twelve. Dean pulled her into a stupid dance, and she laughed and asked him if he wants to go. "Go where?"

"Outside" she said and pulled him out of the club, not actually giving him anytime to say what he thinks about it.

"Allie, what's up with you?" Dean whined.

"Let's go home...that countdown is so stupid. Let's go home and do something better"

"Such as?" he asked, smirking.

She smiled. "Let's go"