Bryce

As little Tom rolled across the bed, blurry eyed, he rubbed the froginess of the morning out of his eyes, and glanced at the alarm clock. “10:00am” the clock read in the blinding bright red colors it illuminated.

Tom rolled back so he was staring at the ceiling. The ceiling was covered with glow in the dark stars. Tom lived in the urban city, so stars were a rarity, and traveling was too much money for Mom and Dad. So instead they got me those. For Christmas. Now a year has elapsed and the morning of Christmas is present. A sudden jolt of excitement struck Tom when the realization hit him. Today is Christmas! The presents!

A thump came from downstairs. THe smooth sound of a bag dragging on the hardwood floors of the living room, and the shifting of gift wrapping. Only one thought came through Toms head, adn that was Santa. The big guy in the red and white jacket, and comes down the chimney with a bag full of presents. A bag! And in a moment of seconds Tom was already down the stairs, but tiptoeing secretly and quietly, not to scare off Santa, as if Santa was a wild deer, bound to run off any moment. Tom crept to the corner of the living room to see just what his heart desired. A man was hunched over the Christmas tree with the same suit and white beard as Santa in the picture books. The joy overtook Tom. He ran to the man and hugged him.

“I knew you were real Santa! I knew you-” The man spun around with shocking strenght and aggression, pushing Tom to the floor. The sound of rushed footsteps came from upstairs. The footsteps of two. Tom glanced back at the man. The mans face was covered in sweat, and nervousness wrinkled his face. Then Tom lowered his glance to the Christmas trees stump. No presents. Before Tom could react, the man pulled a pistol out from behind him, which Tom was too excite to notice before, and shot him in the chest. Tom then laid there, soaking in his own blood, hearing the muffled noises of screams and gun fires, sirens and yells. The shot didn’t kill him, or pass him out. He just laid on the ground, feeling the pain of his chest burn through his body, and most of all feel his Christmas disappear.

so ive been dating someone for around 7 months now and we haven't kissed because well we just haven't been close together for like the first 6 months. Now we always put our arms around each other and hold hands ect. But every time im about to kiss her she always turns the other way and when i want to her or my friends are always around. but for the first time ever she actually seems like she really loves me but still we never have that chance to kiss. How can i? please help. we r both 13 so could that be a factor? how can get that chance to kiss her?

just list them. but be specific on like a situation/example

so as u may know summer is coming up and i need a six pack.

I want something unique and original. NOT the movies or dinner. Something charming and fyi we r 13 so nothing super mature like the museum. We've been dating for around half a year now but always gone to the same boring mall or movies or well now the beach which is fun but eh something different. Also we haven;t had are first kiss yet which pisses me off so somewhere we r close together.

like maybe at recess or at school or just anywhere. Mainly outside but at school.

I NEED HELP ON THIS ONE!!! IM ALREADY FAILING ADVANCED MULTI VARIABLE CALCULUS!!!

Im having a little trouble taking a crap. Can someone please tell me how much i have to squeeze in order for crap to come out? thanx

I WANNA BE A BEAR