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I primarily live with my dad and stepmom, and have been content staying at our house on my own while they’ve been traveling. I normally would switch over to my mom’s house, but I had an important art festival I participated in today, and I needed to just stay put and focus on my work. Anyway, on Friday I had a follow-up doctor’s appointment for a health condition I’m now in remission for, and my parents had wanted me to bring my things to my mom’s that morning, then take a taxi to the office and back to her house afterward all because a few times way in the past I fainted after blood tests. I now know how to care for myself to avoid problems, and my doctor’s staff will keep me there for a while to make sure I’m stabilized before I leave. I was given the go-head to drive by my doctor before I left the office. On my way back to our house after the appointment I listened to a voicemail my dad had left where it made it seem like I *had* to stay at my mom’s, in part because she’d told him she missed me and she and my stepdad had planned out a special dinner. I felt guilt tripped. I went all the way back to our house, dealt with all these the road detours and snafus, packed up, took care of the pets, then drove back over to my mom’s in a heat wave, horrible traffic and all that just in an attempt to please her and my stepdad. From the start, things did not go well at her house. My 2-year-old brother dropped my brand-new laptop on the kitchen floor and it now won’t power on, my little sister had a total fit when I wouldn’t go swimming with her (I needed to work + I was exhausted by that point), and my mom was in a horrendous mood because one of her longtime patients had passed away that day. The whole dinner that had been planned out got scrapped.

On Saturday morning I made a really nice card for my mom and left it on the counter for her, then packed everything up and went back to my dad’s. I was incredibly stressed out because I had this show to prepare for, my laptop wasn’t powering on so I had to redo a lot of paperwork, and I was worried about my dog who has been acting really unlike himself lately. My mom called and lambasted me for leaving. Instead of being appreciative of the efforts I made to go to her house on Friday, she went off on me for having driven after blood work even though I’d been given the green light from my doctor, and she told me that I had been irresponsible to leave my computer in the kitchen and that it was essentially my fault my brother broke my laptop. The counter is far too high for my brothers to reach on their own, and my mom and stepdad have left their things on it before too. The nanny put my brother in a chair right in front of the laptop and failed to move it first. She turned around and made a snack, and that’s when he picked it up and it fell on the floor. Anyway, I told her that I would just deal with the freaking laptop on my own to end the subject. Honestly, I hadn’t even felt welcomed in her house, and I was confused / miffed that she was demanding that I come back to it. She told me I had to come back to her house because of that special event going on in my neighborhood and this unreasonable fear they had that it wasn’t safe for me to be there by myself. This area has private home security plus the police were all over the place last night to make sure everything went smoothly, and it did. It was probably the safest place in town, actually. She and my dad had this unfair paranoia that I’d invite friends over to watch the fireworks from the roof like I did *one* time years ago. I refused go because I didn’t want to pack up my entire art studio, waste time in traffic, or leave my dog again. This wasn’t a small festival that I was in; it was a major annual event, and all the other artists were professional adults. I’ve been working on it for months and just needed to add finishing touches.

I did well at the festival despite a heat wave that thinned out the crowds. Someone actually thought my teacher was my mom because she’s the one who came and gave me encouragement and helped me out almost the whole day. My mom came for like an hour and was reserved. My dad was like “congrats” then went off about the laptop and me not staying at my mom’s. I feel like they’ve made mountains out of molehills about everything this weekend. Am I really in the wrong, or are they just being ridiculously overprotective?

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Hi i’m a 36 Single dad that is looking after a 13 year old daughter. Me and my daughter have never discussed sex, like i never brought it up and she never brought it up… IDK it feels weird talking about it.. When she started having here period that was scary but we got though it thanks to the help of another woman… OK so last friday I came home early and was planning on suprising my daughter with a trip to the new Harry Potter movie(She loves Harry Potter). Anyways I didn’t call home to tell her i was on my way and I sneak my way in the house. Her bed room door was open and I thought she was in there a stuck my head in and she wasn’t there, I then assume she was in the bathroom.. So I just headed for my room to wait for her to come out. and when i open my door I caught her with her head tilted backward fingering herself naked in my office chair while watching porn on my computer…
I freaked out and left without her even noticing me i got in my car and drove some 50 miles and stayed out to trying to soak in and understand what my eyes have just witnessed… I pretended that I had a normal day and I called my daughter and told her I was coming home from work. As I drove home I thought I could just not think about it and act like it didn’t happen but i just couldn’t.. I check my computer history and apparently my daughter had cleared it but I found evidence with the cookies her website left. I never confronted my daughter about this situation yet, like I don’t know how to approach it, sex talk is like taboo, and I don’t want her to be scared and freak out.. As far as I know she a geek just like me and she appears to have no interest in boys. She likes anime, video games, chess, and reading. She’s a good student..
So what should I do or should I do anything?
And if I don’t do anything could the problem elevate?

1. Joined Barking & Dagenham Race Equality Council in 1973 . Served as vice-chair for 5 years and 4 years as chair of the REC, and am now an honorary vice-president, elected Chair again on 21 January 2009. Through this office, a letter of exemption to wear Five Ks by Amritdhari Sikhs was obtained from the Home Office in 1979 and all court cases against Amritdhari Sikhs were dismissed. It was a first letter of exemption in uk 2. Have held the position of chair of Asian Welfare Association, Dagenham since 1978 and have been President of Shromani Akali Dal, London East branch from 1977 to present date. Now advisor to Shromani Akali Dal UK Through these offices, played a leading role to fight against the racial attacks and create harmony among the communities we are living in. Played a leading role to win Virk Brothers case and Narinder Singh Marway`s bangal (Kara) case who were victims of racial attacks in 1978 and 79. was a member of the delegation of Shromani Akali Dal from UK to welcome Her Majesty the Queen on 12th October 1997 at GOLDEN TEMPLE AMRITSAR, Punjab, India. Explained the Protocol of Royal Family to the Reception Committee members who were ignorant and it was respectfully observed to welcome the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh which was not observed in any part of India due to ignorance. 3. Served as Executive Committee member of Gurdwara Singh Sabha, Barking, and Chair and Secretary of election Board at various times to date. 4. Became a member of the Labour …

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Another slow day at The Donovan’s, the home of the most delicious, mouthwatering, scrumptious food in the all Phoenix, Arizona. The spiders scuttled across the wooden walls that enclosed the restaurant, weaving a web at every corner. The single bills in the cash register rustled against each other as the wind scattered the dust off of them. A few drops of water trickled down the kitchen drain in a hollow sound that echoed around the empty place.

Mr. Denali, the manager of this branch, flipped through the expenses documents that were stored in his bureau from the last year. The payment dates were highlighted in a warning color that was impossible to miss under the ultra-white paper sheets – February the 19th. Mr. Denali spun around quickly in his leather-made office chair to face the calendar. "January the 21th" He exhaled heavily, he had less than a month to get behind. His forehead crumpled as he pondered on any possible way how to not run the company out of business. Fingers clamped down on his desk so hard that it was going to break apart, quivering as his clenched hands slammed upon it in a great force that spilled his hot coffee all over the pages.

"Dennis!" Mr. Denali yelled, shoving back his chair aggressively with a squeaking sound as the wheels scraped against the marble floor, and darting out of the office.

"Yes, sir" Dennis answered pleasantly, straightening his back, arms on both sides of his body.

"Come here for a second" Mr. Denali commanded, silently now, pacing the floor back and forth, glaring at the customers’ footsteps that had not yet been replaced with new ones.

"I’m here, sir" Dennis said in the same level of tune as he approached him. His lips twisted up slightly at one corner in an enigmatic smile as he prepared himself to what he thought he was going to tell him – the promotion he merited for a great service.

"It’s not good, Dennis, not good…" Mr. Denali mumbled under his breath. His eyebrows furrowed, squinting at the invisible customers.

"What’s happened?" Dennis asked concernedly, keeping in mind he was not going to get promoted today. He reached out to console him as a response to his agony.

Mr. Denali shoved his arm away unexpectedly. His forehead puckered up into tiny creases that accentuated the frown line across it as he concentrated. Stress and fury flowed through him. He seemed to be searching to the right words, irritated that he found it hard to spit out the sentence he knew he would regret saying. Eyes wrinkled up as he opened his mouth.

"Dennis, you’re fired" He finally said, staring down at the floor to avoid noticing the pain he had just caused by saying those three horrible words. His assistant, co-cushier, and a mate who had been flourishing the company to success since the establishment of this branch, now had to leave because of his boss’s bad management.

Dennis stood dead in his place, letting the depression that flickered across his creased skin express his acrimony, but still, the syntax of this sentence did not make sense to him. "I… am… fried" He hissed too low to allow Mr. Denali to hear, emphasizing each word in his mind. Dennis headed towards the employees room to pack this things before unleashing his last tears.

"Thank you, sir. I guess this is what I deserve for eight-teen years of hard work"
Dennis said bitterly, ripping his nametag off the suit and throwing it across the empty space of the restaurant, it hit the wall with a striking sound.

"But why? Have I done anything wrong?" He asked, forcing the tears inside his reddish eyes.

Losing this job was equivalent to losing his ruined childhood. It’d been his second house, an orphanage as he had used to scavenge food in the trash containers. He hadn’t had many choices when his mother, Stephanie Royer, had abandoned the family to settle down with her boyfriend, Eric Stone, in Florida. Later then, Mr. Denali had found him scrambling along the crowded streets, begging for a penny. Dennis knew he’d have died of hunger if Mr. Denali hadn’t haired him, a favor for which he owed him his own life. But throwing him now? Where’d he go? Mr. Denali did not look like it should be his problem. Actually, the reason that he he’d offered him this job was that he had known he would be cheaper than any another employee.

"No…" Mr. Denali answered hesitantly, finally raised his head a bit to face him. "It’s not you… we just have to make some cutbacks you know… nothing to do with your service really"

A rain of tears flooded out of Dennis’s eyes, though he struggled to absorb them before they could spill over. "So why didn’t you fire the other employees? Did you pick me because you knew I’d never complain about whatever you choose to do? Huh? Is it because of that? Or should

“Sit.” Ms. Riley commanded, pausing in the waiting room only long enough to give me the order. I was obedient and sat, not wanting to get in even more trouble. When she saw that I was sitting, fidgeting constantly, she walked to her secretary and whispered something to her. The secretary nodded, turning to look at me hesitantly.
News travels fast in high school. I smiled at her, startling her into a smile. She quickly turned back to Ms. Riley with fearful eyes, whispering something back. Then her shoulders slumped. Ms. Riley had given her the famous ‘Riley Look’. I swear, it could scare the spots off a cow.
When the secretary quietly agreed to whatever they were talking about, Ms. Riley walked briskly into her office, shutting the door behind her.
It was then I decided to toy with the secretary.
I opened my hand and closed my eyes, concentrating all my thoughts on a flower. When I opened my eyes, I frowned, my now emerald green eyes full of disappointment. Oh, there was a flower in my hand, but it was brown, dried out, and dead. And you know what? I envied that flower so much. If someone saw a flower like that, no one would pay attention to it. It certainly wouldn’t be sitting in a chair, waiting for what it knew would come.
I knew what was coming. School. The simple word made me shudder. I had heard so much about the schools. They forced you to live with five other people who would become your ‘family’. You were in the school for four years before you disappeared. But everyone knew where they went. They became weapons.
There were rumors about the Headmaster. Apparently, he wasn’t a Whisperer. He was human; part of the government to be exact. And he was ruthless. People said he didn’t care about the Whisperers. He only wanted out. And, I heard once that he actually has the fire member of our ‘family’ burn you all along your spine if you anger him too much.
Sounded like Angana to me. I smiled, picturing the usual smirk on Angana’s face become a scowl, her eyes glowing in anger. She wouldn’t do anything to me though. Sunil was the only who dared. They all knew how much Inia loved me. I was like her child, I guess. And when a child of Inia’s was hurt, her wrath was worse than Angana’s and Sunil’s put together. I shuddered, not liking to picture Inia as angry. It reminded me I had better behave, no matter how hard it was.
You see, a girl like me thrives on danger. Just the rush of it makes my skin tingle. After all, if you’re already a freak, why not prove it?
And before you say it, I do have a death wish. Freaks weren’t meant to live. If innocent kids were killed because family’s could only keep one or two, then why did a freak like me deserve to live? I had even tried to die on purpose. I swam in a lake during a thunder storm, but Inia made sure the water was never touched by lightning. I had tried jumping over a bridge, but Anila slowed me down with wind, and Inia made the water softer. I tried poison, but Dipen replaced the darkness spreading throughout my body with warmth and light, taking the poison away. And I even tried revealing my powers, but Sunil covered me with Darkness.
Nothing worked. I would just have to face the facts: I would always be a freak, no matter what.
I hadn’t noticed I was daydreaming until a rough hand jerked on a fistful of my hair, forcing me into a standing position. I hissed through my teeth, glaring at whoever it was.
“Stand down, Whisperer.” A gruff voice commanded, yanking on my hair again for good measure.
“Whatever you say… Headmaster.” I scowled at the word, remembering his voice from a press conference not too long ago.
He smirked at me before motioning behind him. I froze.
Three men walked cautiously over to me, holding a pair of handcuffs. But these weren’t the normal ones. They were made of pure clear quartz. In case you didn’t know, quartz was the only thing that could stop a Whisperer from using its powers over the Elements. And clear quartz was strongest. Not to mention it didn’t break easily, no matter how much of a jock you are. And I… Well, I was no jock.
I struggled when they tried to put the handcuffs on me. But before I could use my powers, one of the three took out a syringe, shoving in my arm. I yelped at the sting.
The room started spinning, getting darker slowly. “Wha-What was that?” I asked groggily, my tongue feeling heavy in my mouth. My eyelids kept drooping. Every time I opened my eyes again, they were lower and lower and took more energy out of me than the last time.
The Headmaster let go of my hair, and I fell to the ground. My head hit the ground first, a thud sound echoing through the blankness in my mind.
“Filthy Whisperer…” The Headmaster grumbled, kicking me in the side. But I didn’t feel it. My mind was too far away, back to the days when my dad was still alive. When my mother didn’t drink. My father had been a Whisperer. Too bad the disease kills you around your thirties… I really missed the guy.
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Thanks Ashley!
Actually, before I was writing this one, I was writing a draft for a website just for the fun of it. The main character could control elements and went to school for people with powers like her. (It was sort of like X-Men, so it wasn’t like it was going to go anywhere )

But thanks again!

Janet Kuypers read this poem in the September 20 2005 feature live at the Cafe in Chicago called “SIN” (standing for Scars Internet News), because this low-key show was of Kuypers playing the role of newscaster, with newscast music in the background (complete with the constant noise of typing on typewriters), reading stories from around the world. They opted for this performance to not have a ton of lights for her “broatcast” performance art show (and to not even use a microphone), and they moved to a back area of the performance space, where there were couches and comfortable chairs that people could sit in – much in the way that they would be sitting down to watch the news on TV. For more information on Janet Kuypers, go to www.janetkuypers.com to learn more about her work. Following is material form this show The Good “Doctor” California’s Dr. John Ronald Brown, had his medical license revoked in 1977 and was then in jail for three years Brown later led potential patients to believe that he was a licensed doctor and people allowed his transgendering surgeries because of his low prices but John Ronald Brown was not only a doctor for transexuals but also those who got sexual gratification from having an arm or leg amputated in one case, a 79-year-old Philip Bondy paid 000 to have his leg amputated in Brown’s Tijuana Clinic after the surgery, Bondy was taken to a San Diego Holiday Inn for his recovery but he died in the hotel in less than a day so John Ronald Brown, 75 …