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Once upon a time there lived a girl named Sue who met a boy named Ted.  The second Sue laid eyes on Ted, she had a crush on him.  She thought he was really cute and the more she spent time with him, the more she got to see how kind and sweet he was and this made her crush on him even more.  So, some years later, she still has this crush on him but it's formed into stronger feelings, maybe even love...     Sue really liked the way things were between them.   She might have been this shy girl who never really said a lot but she felt like maybe that didn't matter to him, maybe he would still like her anyway and sometimes she got that impression.  After she finally got the courage to tell him how she felt, she was crushed to hear that he didn't like her that way but he still wanted to be friends.  She accepted that and tried to move on. Seven years later her feelings for him hadn't changed.  She's just tortured herself by having feelings for someone who didn't return them.  She's tried to convince herself that liking a boy who didn't like her back was pointless and that was supposed to be a good enough reason to move on and as hard as she TRIED, it only became harder for her to actually move on.

She knew he only saw her as a friend, she knew that it wasn't ever going to change, she knew that it was easy for him to act like she never told him anything about liking him, she knew he had no problem moving on and dating other girls, she knew he had a somewhat, not really official relationship with some chick in Indonesia and if those reasons weren't enough to let her know that she NEEDED to let go and move on, she was stupid enough to still hang on. She wanted to believe that some day it would all change and he would see that they were meant to be together. She wanted her happy ending with him and only him.  She didn't want to see herself with anyone else and she knew all the good possibilities she could have with different people but she didn't want to take the risk of letting her chance with Ted pass by.  She was living in a fantasy world; a fairy tale, and there was no convincing her that it didn't always work out the way you want it to.  Sometimes the person you want most, is the person you're best without... 

But that's what scared her the most. She didn't want to be in a world that didn't involve him. She was afraid that by letting go, she'd lose him forever, therefore, she held on even tighter. It was now the year 2009 and she felt as if her life was going nowhere. She had all these issues building up in her brain, issues that only concerned him and the only way to make them go away was to confess her heart and soul to Ted.  She wanted to tell him things that she couldn't the night she told him she liked him, things that would make the situation awkward and uncomfortable.  She felt she couldn't move on with her life if he didn't know exactly how much she liked him.  Maybe the only way to get passed something, you have to release every thought and feeling to the person you can't get over.  Maybe if she told him how she couldn't stop thinking about him or how she felt genuinely happy every time he was around her, she'd finally be able to let go.  Maybe if he knew that she'd give up anything for him or do whatever he wanted, it'd be easier for her to accept the fact that friends was all they were going to be.  Maybe if he knew that she dreamed of them getting married, it'd help her see that there could be more amazing guys out there than just him.  But she didn't want to scare him away with saying all those things.  The last thing she ever wanted was to lose the friendship that they had.  She didn't want to make things more weird between them and she knew for a fact that if she confessed all that to him, it surely would make matters worse. 

She was stuck. She had no idea what to do and she felt her issues getting worse.  Every time he looked at her or spoke to her, every time he gave her a hug or smiled at her, she felt like she was getting stuck more and more and there was no way of getting out of the mess that she created for herself.  But she was just starting to realize that it all began the second she met him.  There was no avoiding it.  Maybe it was meant to be and he was the one who wasn't realizing it yet.  Or maybe he was but he was just too afraid to accept it. Maybe some time down the road, everything would fall into place and she'd finally get to have her happy ending.  Maybe she's not at a total loss.  MAYBE, this was a sign God was giving her, telling her not to give up hope too soon.  Maybe she just has to wait a little bit longer before she can finally live happily ever after with the one person she's always wanted....   

So, I'm stuck with doing an English essay on any kind of confrontational issue and I chose animal testing and I'm stuck.  I wrote about it in high school so I thought it'd be easier to do but I was way wrong and I'm driving myself crazy. :witsend:  I'm not even sure how I can have help when questions aren't really want I need to ask.  I have to have a topic that has two sides to it.  So far, all I have are things that are against the whole animal testing and now I need information and facts that talk about the benefits that the animal testing does and I need quotes for both sides and I have no idea where to look so if anyone wants to help, do you think you could try and look up different sites that talk about both sides? I've searched like a thousand different pros and cons sites on it but I never think it's good enough because it doesn't have all the information I need so if you have any time at all, and if you want to, it would be a huge help.  I have to turn in the final draft on Wed. and I haven't even started writing it.  I'm terrible at these sort of things.  So yeah, help if you can.   

This story has nothing to do with any of the characters that Chris has played, it's just something I wrote when I was supposed to be paying attention in math class.  In case you want to know who Chris is in the story, his name is Max Williams.  This isn't one of the best one's I've written.  I'm kind of disappointed with how it turned out.  It might be slow in the beginning but hopefully it gets more interesting for you and I hope you like it.

Bullets whizzed above the young soldier's head.  He hurried to reload his gun; it was another school-shielded attack.  The cowards that hid behind small children and their school teachers while shooting at the soldiers deserved to die, the soldier thought.  He coughed when dust filled his lungs.  His gun was finally loaded, he turned, looking above the small wall that protected him from the enemy fire, searching for a target, hoping to find one that wasn't hiding behind a child.  He found one on the third floor, aimed, and fired.  His aim was true.

'Nine,' he whispered under his breath.  He was about to fire again when he heard someone whisper in his ear, 'ten.'  He whirled around, searching for the owner of the voice.  The nearest person was his friend, Jacob, who was crouching fifteen feet away.  The soldier shook his head, trying to focus.  He found another target, aimed, and fired again.  Once more, his aim proved true.

'Ten,' he whispered.  'Twelve,' the voice whispered in his ear.  He whirled around, searching for someone.  Once again no one was there.  Even if there would have been anyone, he knew well enough during a battle, you have to shout to make your voice heard from only two inches away.  Whispered don't exist in battles. 

An image of a rag doll, soaked in blood, flashed in his mind.  His breath caught in his chest and adrenaline surged through his veins.  The image disappeared.  He bent down, panting heavily.  The whisper had sounded like the voice of a child.

"Max, we're moving on!"  Jacob yelled. Max grabbed his gear, tightened the strap on his helmet, and followed Jacob, ducking behind pillars in the building, avoiding bullets.  "Many of 'em are dead," Jacob explained to max as they moved.  "We're going to go in and try to get those kids out."

Max nodded and followed Jacob, as well as other soldiers from their company.  They reached the back of the enemy building.  Explosions and the rapid fire of a machine gun filled their ears, pounding on their heads.  The doors leading inside were locked.  Max fired his gun at the lock.  Jacob gave the door a firm kick and it swung open, allowing then to storm inside the building.

"Private Williams, you search the basement," the Sargent yelled.  Max nodded.  "Private Peters, go with him and stand watch."  Jacob nodded and followed Max down the narrow staircase that led to the cramped basement below. 

"I'll wait here," Jacob said when they reached the bottom of the stairs.  Max turned the corner, searching for enemy gunman or children.  The room was unnaturally quiet.  He could barely hear the sounds that were coming from the battle that had been deafening only moment before.  An unearthly chill filled the room, sending shivers down his spine.  He crept forward, holding his gun at the ready.  Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm.  He whirled around, preparing to shoot.  He was startled to see a woman standing next to him, holding a baby in her arms and a small girl clinging t her dress.  the woman's face startled him  She was pale, her dark eyes dull and empty. 

"Please," she said.  "Please save my children."  She attempted to hand him the baby but Max shook his head. 

"Ma'am, we can save you, too.  Come with me."  He held his hand out, waiting for her to take it.  She shook her head.   "Please, save my children," the woman repeated.  He wouldn't take the baby when she held the infant towards him.  "Max, hurry up!"  Jacob yelled from the stairs. 

"Lady, come with me.  Your children will be alright if you'll just bring them and come along with me,"  he said, urgency stinging in his voice.  "Save my children!  There is no time! I must keep watch!"  The woman said, forcing the baby into Max's arms.  He cradled the infant in his arms gently and grabbed the hand of the little girl as the woman handed it to him. 

"I must go," the woman said, "There are more coming."  She turned and walked slowly to a window that looked up into the streets above. 

"Come with me!"  Max demanded.  "You have to get out of here!"  The woman said nothing, but looked out the window.  The little girl tried to rid herself of Max's grip, but he held on tightly to her.  She moaned, begging him to let go. 

"I must keep watch for him!"  The girl said.  Max let go out of surprise as a cold sweat formed on his body.  Her voice...  It was her voice that had whispered to him.  The girl, dropping her rag doll, ran to the window with her mother.  He cradled the baby in his arms and ran towards the stairs. 

"What's wrong?"  Jacob asked.  "You're pale." Max didn't listen.  He kept going up the stairs and handed the baby to a woman who was being led out of the building by the Sargent.  "Where did you find her?"  The woman asked, blood draining from her face.

"In the basement,"  he answered.  He turned to the Sargent.  "Her mother and a little girl are still down there.  They refused to come.  They said that they had to keep watch for someone, but they never said who."  "That couldn't be," the woman said.  Her body trembled as she spoke.  "This girl's mother was shot accidentally by one of your men from outside.  Her mother is dead.  Her body is on the third floor.  Her little girl was also hit.  She died just moments ago."

The Sargent looked from the woman to Max, then saying nothing, took the woman outside to an army jeep that would take them to safety.  Max hurried up the stairs with Jacob.  He reached the third floor landing and ran into a window.  There, in the corner, was the mother.  She sat crumpled next to the window in a pool of blood.  The small girl sat next to her mother, blood trickled down her small chest. 

"We've gotta get out of here," Jacob said.  Max wordlessly followed him back down the stairs.  A soldier met them at the back doors.  "We've checked out the basement.  There isn't a woman anywhere, or a little girl, for that matter. All we found was this."  The soldier handed a rag doll to Max.  It was stained with blood. 

"Get down!" Jacob yelled.  Enemy soldiers appeared on the stairs and fired at the soldiers.  Max grimaced with pain as a bullet struck his chest.  He seemed to fall in slow motion.  He fell against a wall and clutched his chest.  His breath came in painful gasps and he could taste blood in his mouth. 

'Thirteen.' the voice whispered in his ear. 

Jacob knelt in front of him.  Max tried to speak to him, but Jacob couldn't hear .  He ripped max's army jacket open and touched the spot where the bullet hit gingerly.  Pain shot through Max's body in agonizing waves.  Jacob put his fingers under Max's chin, and moments later, dropped his head.  When his head finally raised, his cheeks were tear-stained.  Max watched as Jacob got to his feet and left.  He tried to call him for him, to get him out of the building. but he walked out of the door.

Max struggled to move, but couldn't.  His eyes clouded over.  He struggled, fighting the darkness that filled his vision.  Soon, the darkness left his eyes, and he couldn't feel any pain in his chest.  A blurry figure stood in front of him.  His eyes struggled to focus.  The little girl stood in front of him, clutching a rag doll. 

"Mommy told me to come find you.  We've been watching for you."