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My father always told me that Rudy had a mental illness. Now, when I was younger, I used to think that meant that my brother's brain had some sort of cold, complete with runny nose and sore throat. Now, nine years later, I know that my father - and my seven year-old imagination - were wrong. Rudy wasn't sick. He was scared. Scared of life. Scared of the futu

The hospital lights were blinding. The cleanliness of the floor made me angry. Everything made me angry at this point. Papa rushed ahead of me, pulling on my hand. "Come on, come on," he would mutter every once in awhile. A nurse stopped us and whispered very long words to Papa. I tugged on his shirt. "Papa? What's she talking about?" He

I'm a new member as of June 8th 2007. I don't know much about this site, i just loved the layouts and graphics. :] i have figured a lot of things out while being on here for about 20 min. i have no idea how to make a layout. & i don't have photoshop. i have nothing else to write :D

hi everyone! umm.. i'm quite new here but i'm not new in making layouts/graphics... so.. hello again... :D

Its summer. you know what that means. No more school. No more waking up early.. well i do for drivers ed but that is only for two weeks, but on the other hand you get to sleep in and stay out late, wear cute summer clothes. im so glad its summer, i was sick of school, to boring for me =]]