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Tom Sawyer
Tom Sawyer The 1973 version of Tom Sawyer features Mark Twain's young hero in a rousing musical adventure. Much to the exasperation of his Aunt Polly (Celeste Holm), Tom (Johnny Whitaker) likes nothing better than going fishing with Huck Finn (Jeff East, who reprised the role a year later in Huckleberry Finn), spinning a tall tale, or convincing the other boys to whitewash a fence for him. But life gets complicated when a pretty girl moves in to town (a 10-year-old Jodie Foster), and then a friend runs into serious trouble and only Tom can bail him out. It's not a letter-for-letter adaptation of Twain, but it's entertaining, and the music (songs by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, score by John Williams) is fun, with such songs as "Tom Sawyer," "Gratisfaction," and "Free Bootin'." It's less lavish than 1970's Oliver!, but should appeal to the same audience. Like Oliver!, however, some parental discretion is advised due to a sinister villain (Kunu Hank's Injun Joe), implied violence, and scary situations. --David Horiuchi

Director:  Don Taylor
DVD:  Closed-captioned, Color, Dubbed, DVD-Video, Subtitled, Full Screen, NTSC
Company: MGM (Video & DVD)  (2005-08-09)
ISBN: 0792867831
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The Contracts Experience - New and Historical Perspectives on Contract Law
The Contracts Experience - New and Historical Perspectives on Contract Law DVD:  Color
Company: Duke University School of Law  (2002)
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Life Is a Contact Sport: Ten Great Career Strategies That Work
In his roles as personal manager, TV producer, talent adviser, deal maker, and world-class fundraiser, Ken Kragen is one of the most successful behind-the-scenes operators in show business. Now this master strategist distills the essence of his 35-year career into 10 power-packed strategies that can help readers achieve success in their careers and in their private lives.

Author: Kenneth Kragen, Jefferson Graham
Paperback:  202 pages
Company: Quill  (1995-12)
ISBN: 0688146228
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The mineralogy and petrology of a contact aureole, Jefferson County, Montana
Author: Victor Eric Camp
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Company: Miami University  (1972)
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Party tactics and contact with the masses
Author: Leon Bohr
Unknown Binding:  23 pages
Company: Jefferson Book Shop  (1960)
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Thomas Jefferson University
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Contact Jefferson County
Administration and Courts Facility 100 Jefferson County Parkway Golden, Colorado 80419 303-279-6511 (more...)

Jefferson Community & Technical College
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Jefferson Smith - Contact Us
I am honored to be running for the Oregon State House to represent District 47. With strong community focus and a lot of hard work, we can make some real change: ever better ... (more...)

Nursing at Jefferson Hospital - Contact Us
Thomas Jefferson University Hospital Nursing Recruitment Website. ... Contact Us . Thank you for your interest in Nursing Opportunities at Jefferson Hospitals. (more...)

Jefferson Library: Visit and Contact Information
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Contact Jefferson Yachts, Inc.
Contact Jefferson Yachts, builders of the world's finest custom, sport and luxury yachts ... Jefferson Yachts is located in the Louisville, Kentucky Metropolitan Area. (more...)

JEFFLINE
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Resolved Question: R&P:Mu§?cL???'s Insomniac Cafe Open All Nite..Join us and share a song, wont you? ?
Ok, heres the concept.. I had the idea that we could set up a room to hang and share songs.. use the edit button to make comments and share links... you can ask questions, make comments and use your imagination.. the only thing we need to do is star as much as you can so your contacts will know we are here ok this is the first song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHC9NANKluU Plastic Fantastic Lover by Jefferson Airplane Have Fun, coffees on thanks man, Song 2: Pearl Jam Yellow Ledbetter http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hs8y3kneqrs thanks for the star Michael how cool alona heres another song Kate Nash Foundations http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9XA5Xb-ALk Cool Michael: F$%^&ing Cool Man! heres another Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich - Hold Tight http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kD02PU28NNw tell me what you think of that one heres another one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOkulAZUEWM&feature=related Time won't Let Me ok got the hot links on the grill, have some dip http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5IRI4oHKNU&feature=related The Zombies shes not there Michael Loved ones Blow my mind here is a little known LA band http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6186gZqqPw Love-7&7 is this will blow your mind! MAN- the Kinks tune should never have been buried on a b-side never heard it before-Instant Classic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llJG6pHhuBY The Nazz-Todd Rundgrens first Band a "Can't Explain' Who like Vibe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJR_KGZO4U0 The Music Machine - Talk Talk cool 60s punkish tune Back at ya Man http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHRFZFmEq9o Cowboy Junkies Cover of Sweet Jane BTW: Still Diggin' The Loved Ones..... What time is it down under? 5am in Los Angeles Alona: Thank you that song is so perfect for the 60s vibe we are in right now!! Very Cool.. I'll be using that for song of the day for sure! Welcome Bash, took you long enough to get here LOL Michael: Great Donovan tracks heres a song unknown to R&P an unreleased Beatles song, written with Donovan Called "Heather" 1968-- wierd right? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2s98LQA-vU Heather-By The Beatles/Donovan !BASH heres a Fiona Apple song I love http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JB4Al0l6Cuo Paper Bag have you ever listened to Aimee Mann? heres a new Aimee Mann Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQF5CXV9cos perfect for starbucks LMAO heres a cool Wilco Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6-hIczcC-A Hummingbirds LOVE Nerina Pallot i have a contact that will LOVE that song, thanks man http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqYMRcnLU0o The Shins 90s flashback for !BASH http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvPm0-tIQk0 The LAS There She Goes For Bronwen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9meacPRr6DI Mama And Papas Here is an unreleased Beach Boys song I have never shared in R&P http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4g0mjrOKcH8 the unreleased SMiLE version WOW, this was such a success I hate to close her up, butr as you can see I went to sleep for a few hours what a blast David & Larry Thanks for Joining us Shazam http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KfFx_UZ5ZU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlV456WFJwg&NR=1 Hey Nurse This Notes For You http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-JRw0n5_GU Welcome to the Cafe Of Montreal http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxsTckF5C30&NR=1 Connect The Dots Christmas song for anyone left http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlf---13Q0g Welcome Sandbox heres a little tune for you The Mono Version of God Only Knows http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_127c3APy0 heres some coffee.... have a christmas cookie heres the coolest Christmas song they yanked the original Video off youtube but at least for now, you guys can hear this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acrM-KoMHiI doing christmas right this year Ok sabbatical we're still here i don't have the heart to close this heres a blondie Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=95AEzyWZX8I you never know what might pop up in the Mu§?cL???'s Insomniac Cafe Thanks Kentucky little bit of sympathy is what we need on a Saturday Morning after being up on here all nite heres one from Leslie West for ya> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWbfZ_W2iWk LOL i know i have a Delicate Psyche have some more of my special coffee here... take a brownie they are soooo good time for a commercial http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BInolcynbt8 lol http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEqJbCZHap8 heres a little Spirit!!!! RINGO IS IN THE HOUSE heres a song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUbntU2N7xY It Don't Come Easy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFWlD5M9f_k this is Soooo Funny for a saturday Morning a mellow Beatles version of Healter Skelter http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuNV5O1qEPI&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QShSmpI0r9k another Beatles tune Hello/Goodbye thanks Paperbag this is my song for you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Kkg1IkGJ0Y thanks for everything Okay Everbody Time to close the Cafe This was just an experiment to see if something like this would work, and you can see from the results that this was a tremendous success. I came up with the idea but it was each one of you, those who added songs or simply listened and added a star that made this idea really fly. heres the final song an unreleased Beatles song called "goodbye" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ejl9HCrA49Q&feature=related see you here again... I'll work out one night a week to do this... maybe on friday night/Saturday morning just like this Thanks Again EVERYONE (more...)

Resolved Question: Could you please edit my letter?
December 3, 2008 Detroit Windsor Tunnel LLC 100 East Jefferson Detroit, Michigan 48226 Dear Mr, Neal Belitsky Please consider my application for the position of Customs Officer that is now on advertisement with the Canada border services. The position is an outstanding match with my education and career interests. With Police Foundation program at Trios College in Windsor Ontario, I have training on Microsoft Office Application, Politics and the Law, The Canadian Justice System, Traffic Management, Social Sciences, Community Policing, interpersonal Communication and police practice and theory. In addition, with Customs Administration and brokerage logistics courses at St. Clair College in Windsor Ontario, I have training on roles and responsibilities of Canadian Border Services including a vast of information on importing, exporting, publications and forms and safety and security and much more. In addition, I am able to communicate in four different languages, which are English, Persian, Turkish and Azeri. This is an advantage for me to communicate to individuals who speak these languages at the border if needed. I have volunteering experiences in Windsor Fire & Rescue Services, Windsor Hotel Dieu Hospital and Windsor police. I have worked as an office secretary and have experience dealing with the public. Please consider my request for an interview to discuss my qualifications further. I will be in touch in the near future to see if a meeting can be arranged. If you would like to reach me before then please contact me at 519-991-5506. I would appreciate your consideration. I look forward meeting and talking with you. Yours truly, (more...)

Resolved Question: Can you please help me with my resume?
I wrote a letter but i don't know how to make a resume December 3, 2008 Detroit Windsor Tunnel LLC 100 East Jefferson Detroit, Michigan 48226 Dear Mr, Neal Belitsky Please consider my application for the position of Customs Officer that is now on advertisement with the Canada border services. The position is an outstanding match with my education and career interests. With Police Foundation program at Trios College in Windsor Ontario, I have training on Microsoft Office Application, Politics and the Law, The Canadian Justice System, Traffic Management, Social Sciences, Community Policing, interpersonal Communication and police practice and theory. In addition, with Customs Administration and brokerage logistics courses at St. Clair College in Windsor Ontario, I have training on roles and responsibilities of Canadian Border Services including a vast of information on importing, exporting, publications and forms and safety and security and much more. In addition, I am able to communicate in four different languages, which are English, Persian, Turkish and Azeri. This is an advantage for me to communicate to individuals who speak these languages at the border. I have volunteering experiences in Windsor Fire & Rescue Services, Windsor Hotel Dieu Hospital and Windsor police. I have also worked as an office secretary and have experience dealing with the public. Please consider my request for an interview to discuss my qualifications further. I will be in touch in the near future to see if a meeting can be arranged. If you would like to reach me before then please contact me at 519-991-5502. I would appreciate your consideration. I look forward meeting and talking with you. Yours truly, (more...)

Resolved Question: Where would I go to check the authenticity of an historic letter?
I have a letter that was found among very old things that is signed by Thomas Jefferson and dated 1802. Where could I go or who could I contact to have this letter checked for authenticity? (more...)

Resolved Question: DOes anybody have a........?
Can someone give me an idea for a story to write. Here is mine. Secrets Behind Her Smile There is memory I hesitate to share, only because I know that people, if given the chance, would deny the incident eagerly. But maybe I am wrong. Maybe they would readily admit to the charge. Maybe pass it off as a joke. Either way, I do remember this, vividly. And so I will confess it here: Beep? Beep?Beep? I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the best day of my life, it was my birthday! If I only knew what was to come. Crunch! As I smacked the snooze button, the clock went flying to the wall. It was probably broken, but I didn?t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I began to get ready for school. I quickly went to the bathroom to get freshened up and to put on my clothes. I decided I would wear my black jeans and my rocker T-shirt with the treble notes embroidered at the edges. I quickly splashed my face with water and left before my brother made a big fuss about me taking too long. My brother?s life was perfect as school as he was the most popular kid. The kid that everyone knew. The kid that wore the expensive out - fits and whistled at girls as they walked through the hallways. Moron. The girls, of course didn?t mind, with his blond hair, huge muscles, and sparkling green eyes. But at home he wasn?t the same. He was constantly fighting with our parents about his grades, his inappropriate clothes, and his constant partying. I, on the other hand, was a goodie-two shoe or so people said. I had dull brown eyes, plain black hair, and a very slim body. ?Hi mom? I said as I walked down the stairs and quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek. ?Good morning sweetheart. Happy Birthday! Here?s your birthday cake.? She said with a pleasant voice. ?Awww thanks mom. But I?m running really late so thanks but bye? I said in a hurry. ?But you haven?t ate anything?, she said a little disappointed. ?Ill grab toast on the way. Thanks again.? I said as I shut the door behind me. I made it just in time for the bus. ?Hey Michael?, Marty the bus driver said in his oh so-believable accent., ?I heard its ya birthday. How old are ya? 9..10..11?? ?Marty? I scowled him ?Oh I?m just kiddin. Happy birthday kido.?, he finished ?Thanks Marty? I said and began to head to my seat, next to Sean. There is one thing that you need to know about Sean. Me and Sean are best friends. I remember the exact day that we had met. It was 2000 and it was time for recess. As I began to swing up side down on the monkey bars, I saw a little chubby kid crying on the bencher. I had to go help him I thought. The little boy said that Marc and Denis(our versions of a bully) had stolen his animal crackers. I had to bring justice! After our plan to get his crackers back, we instantly became friends. ?Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates, the fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun. And the whole clan gathers around gifts and laughter too will bound, we let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song. Happy Birthday, now your one year older. Happy Birthday, your life still isn't over. Happy Birthday, you did not accomplish much. But you didn't die this year so I guess that's good enough.? He sand looking very pleased. ?Umm thanks Sean.? I said a little said that my best friend found my birthday a joke. ?O, I?m just joking with you. Happy Birthday, dude.? He said ?Thanks? I answered. The rest of the day was pretty much the same as everyday. We had to go to homeroom, and sit through Mr. Lancaster?s lectures. The rest of day went pretty quick. But everything changed when I stepped into the house. ?Were moving? was the first thing my mother announced as I put my book bag on the counter. Moving? Moving where I thought. It couldn?t be! How could she do this, on my special day! ?Moving? Where? Why?? Thoughts filled my head. As I sat on the sofa, my mom explained ?Honey, your dad got an amazing job and the pay was too high to turn down. I hope you understand.?, she said and walked away to finish packing. I don?t know what it was, but something was wrong. I felt very suspicious. But all I really know is that this moving meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant contacts, my school would no longer be called Jefferson Middle School, and my favorite teacher?s name wouldn?t b (more...)
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Resolved Question: I finished my story!!!!! How is it?
Secrets Behind Her Smile There is memory I hesitate to share, only because I know that people, if given the chance, would deny the incident eagerly. But maybe I am wrong. Maybe they would readily admit to the charge. Maybe pass it off as a joke. Either way, I do remember this, vividly. And so I will confess it here: Beep? Beep?Beep? I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the best day of my life, it was my birthday! If I only knew what was to come. Crunch! As I smacked the snooze button, the clock went flying to the wall. It was probably broken, but I didn?t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom, I began to get ready for school. I quickly went to the bathroom to get freshened up and to put on my clothes. I decided I would wear my black jeans and my rocker T-shirt with the treble notes embroidered at the edges. I quickly splashed my face with water and left before my brother made a big fuss about me taking too long. My brother?s life was perfect as school as he was the most popular kid. The kid that everyone knew. The kid that wore the expensive out - fits and whistled at girls as they walked through the hallways. Moron. The girls, of course didn?t mind, with his blond hair, huge muscles, and sparkling green eyes. But at home he wasn?t the same. He was constantly fighting with our parents about his grades, his inappropriate clothes, and his constant partying. I, on the other hand, was a goodie-two shoe or so people said. I had dull brown eyes, plain black hair, and a very slim body. ?Hi mom? I said as I walked down the stairs and quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek. ?Good morning sweetheart. Happy Birthday! Here?s your birthday cake.? She said with a pleasant voice. ?Awww thanks mom. But I?m running really late so thanks but bye? I said in a hurry. ?But you haven?t ate anything?, she said a little disappointed. ?Ill grab toast on the way. Thanks again.? I said as I shut the door behind me. I made it just in time for the bus. ?Hey Michael?, Marty the bus driver said in his oh so-believable accent., ?I heard its ya birthday. How old are ya? 9..10..11?? ?Marty? I scowled him ?Oh I?m just kiddin. Happy birthday kido.?, he finished ?Thanks Marty? I said and began to head to my seat, next to Sean. There is one thing that you need to know about Sean. Me and Sean are best friends. I remember the exact day that we had met. It was 2000 and it was time for recess. As I began to swing up side down on the monkey bars, I saw a little chubby kid crying on the bencher. I had to go help him I thought. The little boy said that Marc and Denis(our versions of a bully) had stolen his animal crackers. I had to bring justice! After our plan to get his crackers back, we instantly became friends. ?Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates, the fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun. And the whole clan gathers around gifts and laughter too will bound, we let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song. Happy Birthday, now your one year older. Happy Birthday, your life still isn't over. Happy Birthday, you did not accomplish much. But you didn't die this year so I guess that's good enough.? He sand looking very pleased. ?Umm thanks Sean.? I said a little said that my best friend found my birthday a joke. ?O, I?m just joking with you. Happy Birthday, dude.? He said ?Thanks? I answered. The rest of the day was pretty much the same as everyday. We had to go to homeroom, and sit through Mr. Lancaster?s lectures. The rest of day went pretty quick. But everything changed when I stepped into the house. ?Were moving? was the first thing my mother announced as I put my book bag on the counter. Moving? Moving where I thought. It couldn?t be! How could she do this, on my special day! ?Moving? Where? Why?? Thoughts filled my head. As I sat on the sofa, my mom explained ?Honey, your dad got an amazing job and the pay was too high to turn down. I hope you understand.?, she said and walked away to finish packing. I don?t know what it was, but something was wrong. I felt very suspicious. But all I really know is that this moving meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant contacts, my school would no longer be called Jefferson Middle School, and my favorite teacher?s name wouldn?t be Mr. Lancester. Eve Im not even 13 yet. (more...)

Resolved Question: How is my story so far?
If its not good let me know. Any critisiscm is fine Secrets Behind Her Smile There is memory I hesitate to share, only because I know that people, if given the chance, would deny the incident eagerly. But maybe I am wrong. Maybe they would readily admit to the charge. Maybe pass it off as a joke. Either way, I do remember this, vividly. And so I will confess it here: Beep? Beep?Beep? I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. Today was going to be the best day of my life, it was my birthday! If I only knew what was to come. Crunch! I smacked my alarm clock until the opposite wall. It was probably broken, but I didn?t care. I hated that alarm clock anyway. Dragging my feet in to the bathroom and began to get ready for school. I quickly went to the bathroom to get freshened up and to put on my clothes. I decided I would wear my black jeans and my rocker T-shirt with the treble notes embroidered at the edges. I quickly splashed my face with water and left before my brother made a big fuss about me taking too long. My brother?s life was perfect as school as he was the most popular kid. The kid that everyone knew. The kid that wore the expensive out - fits and whistled at girls as they walked through the hallways. Moron. The girls, of course didn?t mind, with his blond hair, huge muscles, and sparkling green eyes. But at home he wasn?t the same. He was constantly fighting with our parents about his grades, his inappropriate clothes, and his constant partying. I, on the other hand, was a goodie-two shoe or so people said. I had dull brown eyes, plain black hair, and a very slim body. ?Hi mom? I said as I walked down the stairs and quickly gave her a kiss on the cheek. ?Good morning sweetheart. Happy Birthday! Here?s your birthday cake.? She said with a pleasant voice. ?Awww thanks mom. But I?m running really late so thanks but bye? I said in a hurry. ?But you haven?t ate anything?, she said a little disappointed. ?Ill grab toast on the way. Thanks again.? I said as I shut the door behind me. I made it just in time for the bus. ?Hey Michael?, Marty the bus driver said in his oh so-believable accent., ?I heard its ya birthday. How old are ya? 9..10..11?? ?Marty? I scowled him ?Oh I?m just kiddin. Happy birthday kido.?, he finished ?Thanks Marty? I said and began to head to my seat, next to Sean. There is one thing that you need to know about Sean. Me and Sean are best friends. I remember the exact day that we had met. It was 2000 and it was time for recess. As I began to swing up side down on the monkey bars, I saw a little chubby kid crying on the bencher. I had to go help him I thought. The little boy said that Marc and Denis(our versions of a bully) had stolen his animal crackers. I had to bring justice! After our plan to get his crackers back, we instantly became friends. ?Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates, the fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun. And the whole clan gathers around gifts and laughter too will bound, we let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song. Happy Birthday, now your one year older. Happy Birthday, your life still isn't over. Happy Birthday, you did not accomplish much. But you didn't die this year so I guess that's good enough.? He sand looking very pleased. ?Umm thanks Sean.? I said a little said that my best friend found my birthday a joke. ?O, I?m just joking with you. Happy Birthday, dude.? He said ?Thanks? I answered. The rest of the day was pretty much the same as everyday. We had to go to homeroom, and sit through Mr. Lancaster?s lectures. The rest of day went pretty quick. But everything changed when I stepped into the house. ?Were moving? was the first thing my mother announced as I put my book bag on the counter. Moving? Moving where I thought. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant contacts, my school would no longer be called Jefferson Middle School, and my favorite teacher?s name wouldn?t be Mr. Lancester. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I just couldn?t believe it! The next thing I heard was my mother?s beloved china smash onto the ground. ?James, to your room now? my dad yelled sternly. ?You?re ruining my life!? my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs. Can you tell me what to fix? Oh yah. Im not even 13 yet so dont be too harsh. (more...)

Resolved Question: How to improve this?
Can you help edit my story. Its not finished yet. Also can you add stuff to the end or tell me what going t o happen next. Secrets Behind Her Smile ?Were moving? was the first thing my mother announced that terrible morning. Moving? Moving where I thought. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant contacts, my school would no longer be called Jefferson Middle School, and my favorite teacher?s name wouldn?t be Mr. Lancester. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I just couldn?t believe it! The next thing I heard was my mother?s beloved china smash onto the ground. ?James, to your room now? my dad yelled sternly. ?You?re ruining my life!? my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs. My brother?s life was perfect as school as he was the most popular kid. The kid that everyone knew. The kid that wore the expensive out - fits and whistled at girls as they walked through the aisle. Moron. The girls, of course didn?t mind, with his blond hair, huge muscles, and sparkling green eyes. But home wasn?t the same. He was constantly fighting with our parents about his grades, his inappropriate clothes, and his constant partying. I, though, was a goodie-two shoe or so I thought. I had dull brown eyes, plain black hair, and a very slim body. I was usually the one standing on his side, sort of scrunched up in the corner. If I wasn?t with my brother, I was with my best friend Sean. Me and Sean were as tight as size two jeans on a fat man. We met each other in the third grade. Ever since that, we have been best friends. But as I thought about this whole moving thing, I couldn?t help but agree with my brother. We had been living here for our whole lives and just to go like that? No way! But of course my parents had made up their minds. I locked myself into the bathroom, and dropped to the floor, not feeling the pain as I hit my hand on the knob. As I felt the tickle of my tears come down my cheek, I heard a knock on the door. It was my mother telling me two hurry up. I picked myself up and covered any sign of me crying. The last thing I want was to throw a tantrum. ?Hurry up?, my mother said pleasantly. ?Ok?, I quickly answered back. I quickly splashed my face with water from the sink and looked at my reflection. I looked like a mess. But there was no time for that. I got out just before our red truck pulled by. I hated that truck. My parents were it as a present from my unc;e. As we got in, my brother, of course, began his daily annoyance by starting to sing. ?Lalalalalalalala? He began to screech as his way of warming up. As he sang, we were beginning to get out of our drive through. ?Memememememe!!? he sang on. James! My father yelled while trying to keep control of the car. ?What the hell do you-? he stopped. We wondered why he was gazing at the window. We looked at what he was looking out and scram. There was a big red truck, almost identical to ours, coming straight for???.. Us! Honk! Honk! The truck went. But that didn?t help. We were seconds away from crashing. Bam! Then, everything went blank. 36 hours 2 minutes 10 seconds later?????????. ?Wake up sweetheart? I heard when I was just beginning to wake up. Where was I? How did I get here? Many thoughts came through my mind. ?Huh. Where am I?, I said uneasily. ?She?s awake? the woman cried to other people in the room, ?You?ve been through a terrible car crash, honey.? The crash!!, I thought. I jumped from my bed and surprised everyone with my energy after an accident. ?The crash? I yelled ?What happened?. Where am I? Where are my parents and James?? I finished as if I was in a hurry. ?There is something I have to tell you, sugar?. There was an uneasy feeling about her. Like she was confessing a crime or something. ?Well, as you might have remembered you were in a terrible car crash. You made it out alive with only a few broken bones. But not everyone was lucky. Mat, Monica, and James weren?t so lucky. (more...)

Resolved Question: Can you help me???????
WHat should i write next? Secrets Behind Her Smile ?Were moving? was the first thing my mother announced that terrible morning. Moving? Moving where I thought. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant contacts, my school would no longer be called Jefferson Middle School, and my favorite teacher?s name wouldn?t be Mr. Lancester. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I just couldn?t believe it! The next thing I heard was my mother?s beloved china smash onto the ground. ?James, to your room now? my dad yelled sternly. ?You?re ruining my life!? my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs. My brother?s life was perfect as school as he was the most popular kid. The kid that everyone knew. The kid that wore the expensive out - fits and whistled at girls as they walked through the aisle. Moron. The girls, of course didn?t mind, with his blond hair, huge muscles, and sparkling green eyes. But home wasn?t the same. He was constantly fighting with our parents about his grades, his inappropriate clothes, and his constant partying. I, though, was a goodie-two shoe or so I thought. I had dull brown eyes, plain black hair, and a very slim body. I was usually the one standing on his side, sort of scrunched up in the corner. If I wasn?t with my brother, I was with my best friend Sean. Me and Sean were as tight as size two jeans on a fat man. We met each other in the third grade. Ever since that, we have been best friends. But as I thought about this whole moving thing, I couldn?t help but agree with my brother. We had been living here for our whole lives and just to go like that? No way! But of course my parents had made up their minds. I locked myself into the bathroom, and dropped to the floor, not feeling the pain as I hit my hand on the knob. As I felt the tickle of my tears come down my cheek, I heard a knock on the door. It was my mother telling me two hurry up. I picked myself up and covered any sign of me crying. The last thing I want was to throw a tantrum. ?Hurry up?, my mother said pleasantly. ?Ok?, I quickly answered back. I quickly splashed my face with water from the sink and looked at my reflection. I looked like a mess. But there was no time for that. I got out just before our red truck pulled by. I hated that truck. My parents were it as a present from my unc;e. As we got in, my brother, of course, began his daily annoyance by starting to sing. ?Lalalalalalalala? He began to screech as his way of warming up. As he sang, we were beginning to get out of our drive through. ?Memememememe!!? he sang on. James! My father yelled while trying to keep control of the car. ?What the hell do you-? he stopped. We wondered why he was gazing at the window. We looked at what he was looking out and scram. There was a big red truck, almost identical to ours, coming straight for???.. Us! Honk! Honk! The truck went. But that didn?t help. We were seconds away from crashing. Bam! Then, everything went blank. 36 hours 2 minutes 10 seconds later?????????. ?Wake up sweetheart? I heard when I was just beginning to wake up. Where was I? How did I get here? Many thoughts came through my mind. ?Huh. Where am I?, I said uneasily. ?She?s awake? the woman cried to other people in the room, ?You?ve been through a terrible car crash, honey.? The crash!!, I thought. I jumped from my bed and surprised everyone with my energy after an accident. ?The crash? I yelled ?What happened?. Where am I? Where are my parents and James?? I finished as if I was in a hurry. ?There is something I have to tell you, sugar?. There was an uneasy feeling about her. Like she was confessing a crime or something. ?Well, as you might have remembered you were in a terrible car crash. You made it out alive with only a few broken bones. But not everyone was lucky. Mat, Monica, and James weren?t so lucky. (more...)

Resolved Question: Is my story good??????
Im not finished yet but is it good? Secrets Behind Her Smile ?Were moving? was the first thing my mother announced that terrible morning. Moving? Moving where I thought. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant contacts, my school would no longer be called Jefferson Middle School, and my favorite teacher?s name wouldn?t be Mr. Lancester. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I just couldn?t believe it! . The next thing I heard was my mother?s beloved china smash onto the ground. ?James, to your room now? my dad yelled sternly. ?You?re ruining my life!? my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs. My brother?s life was perfect as school as he was the most popular kid. The kid that everyone knew. The kid that wore the expensive out - fits and whistled at girls as they walked through the aisle. Moron. The girls, of course didn?t mind, with his blond hair, huge muscles, and sparkling green eyes. But home wasn?t the same. He was constantly fighting with our parents about his grades, his inappropriate clothes, and his constant partying. I, though, was a goodie-two shoe or so I thought. I had dull brown eyes, plain black hair, and a very slim body. But as I thought about this, I couldn?t help but agree with my brother. We had been living here for our whole lives and just to go? No way! But of course my parents had made up their minds. I locked myself into the bathroom, and dropped to the floor, not feeling the pain as I hit my hand on the knob. As I felt the tickle of my tears come down my cheek, I heard a knock on the door. It was my mother telling me two hurry up. I picked myself up and covered any sign of me crying. The last thing I want was to throw a tantrum. ?Hurry up?, my mother said pleasantly. ?Ok?, I quickly answered back. I quickly splashed my face with water from the sink and looked at my reflection. I looked like a mess. But there was no time for that. I got out just before our red truck pulled by. I hated that truck. My parents were it as a present from my unc;e. As we got in, my brother, of course, began his daily annoyance by starting to sing. ?Lalalalalalalala? He began to screech as his way of warming up. As he sang, we were beginning to get out of our drive through. ?Memememememe!!? he sang on. James! My father yelled while trying to keep control of the car. ?What the hell do you-? he stopped. We wondered why he was gazing at the window. We looked at what he was looking out and scram. There was a big red truck, almost identical to ours, coming straight for???.. Us! Honk! Honk! The truck went. But that didn?t help. We were seconds away from crashing. Bam! Then, everything went blank. 36 hours 2 minutes 10 seconds later?????????. ?Wake up sweetheart? I heard when I was just beginning to wake up. Where was I? How did I get here? Many thoughts came through my mind. ?Huh. Where am I?, I said uneasily. ?She?s awake? the woman cried to other people in the room, ?You?ve been through a terrible car crash, honey.? Like it? WHat should i write next? (more...)

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