Death Bridge: Peer Pressure. A girl named Maria was one of the sweetest girls ever. Once she was at a party. All the boys thought she was hot. Once they played the game Truth or Dare. She was dared to jump off the Macatawa Bridge. They went to the bridge. She was a fearless girl. One of her guy friends helped her up on the bridge. But than before she could think he pushed her. The current was very strong. She was pushed all over the place. She couldn't get out. Everyone was worried. They called the cops and a few weeks later. The cops found her body cold and in the river.
FICTIONAL STORY!
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Death Bridge
Death Bridge: Today on death bridge were talking about a fictional story about Sally. Sally was a young 14 year old girl. Blonde hair blue eyes, the boys drooled. One day she met a boy Jake. But Jake was a 16 year old. They started hanging out ALOT. They fell in love. But she didnt know Jake had a criminal record. He got very physical. When she was at school she had scars and bruises. People looked and stared. People said to stop dating him. But she said no. The next night she went over. He was there but usually their by themselves. But this time a few older men were there with him. Like 21 year olds. She went with it. Jake said oh dont worry their my "friends." But they all went out for a walk. They all attacked her and killed her in by the bay. Her friends warned her. But Jake got away with it. Now he is still doing the same things. Watch out. FICTIONAL STORY!!!!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Hey! I had the most interesting day!!! When I woke up I felt great and ready for the day. But then I didn't have enough to eat at lunch. :( So I got to go home from school! I asked my mom if we could get something to eat but she said no :( So I got home and ate alllllllloooooootttttt of food!!!
That was my day!
That was my day!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Ok I'm sorry I haven't been blogging lately I just feel no ones interested! I want people to understand that yea I'm not the best blogger! But I just want people to like my blogs so I want you guys to comment and tell me what you think of my blog! Please comment and tell me ideas! I really love blogging sorry I don't want you guys to think I don't care, because I do! Alright comment ideas and all that! Bye! Mwah :D
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last t
ime. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends?They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried… your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, i’m here for you. ♥Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care . ♥This really touched my heart, and like it said if anyone needs to talk to any one I'm here.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
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