But on That Night Dad staggered in, eyes eerily lit. The corneres of his mouth foaming with spit. His demons planned an overnight stay. Mom motioned to take the girls away, hide them in their rooms, safe in their beds. We closed the doors, covered our heads, as if blankets could mute the sounds of his blows or we could silence her screams beneath our pillows. I hugged the littlest ones close to my chest, till the beat of my heart lulled them to rest. Only then did I let myself cry. Only then did I let myslef wonder why Mom didn't fight back, didn't defend, didn't confess to family or friend. Had Dad's demons claimed her soul? Or was this, as well, a woman's role? -Burned by Ellen Hopkins
yes, i do love playing soccer in any type of weather and running for miles on end in the summer and purchasing new cleats every season -------------->but i also love watching the notebook during a storm and tanning at the beach and purchasing a new coach purse every season gotta problem with that?
were in middle school; you don't need to have a boyfriend. SO LIVE IT UP! spend time with your friends. don't stress so much your boyfriend broke up with you...boohoo don't spend an enternity trying to get over him... hes not that important no matter what you think. so please don't ruin your one chance to be young over that ONE stupid boy. ...i have nothing againist people who have a bf and are happy. thats great! im just saying dont waste being young after a boy breaks up with you.
30 years from now it's not going to matter what shoes you wore a week ago how your hair looked yesterday * or the pair of jeans you bought today what will matter is what you learned how it helped get where you are & who stayed by your side throughout your life xo.