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A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry, but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.

Let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own journal. Let's see who the real people are. Re-post this if you care about this kind of situation. Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Deviants"
I was raking leaves in my backyard. I paused and frowned; My daughter, Mary Alice has been dead for about 6 months and I miss her so much. We found her body in a dumpster after she went missing for a week. We never even found who did it. A man who worked at the grocery store at the end of town went to take out the trash and when he opened the lid there she lay. Her body was naked and broken. She was covered in bruises, it killed me when I found out what happened to her. I sniffled and tried not to cry.

"Morning Caroline." I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to see my neighbor and former friend, Nathan. I smiled back at him and waved with my free hand.

"Morning." I said. He smiled back and turned back to his duties. I looked down at my stomach and placed a hand over it. I was expecting a baby in about two weeks; a little boy. I looked at Nathan who was building a bird house for me. He owned a store that sold doll houses and bird house and anything else you wanted built. He would build them himself, he was quite good at anything to do with building.

He even made Mary Alice several doll houses for free. He said that each one were different from all the others he made. He made them special just for her. Nathan was not married and had no children. But he loved kids and he loved to play outside with Mary Alice. It broke his heart when he found out about Mary Alice. A month before Mary Alice went missing, I had wanted my husband to move us somewhere out of town.

There were always children disappearing and I feared for my Mary Alice. But Nathan talked me into staying, which didn't please my husband. My husband, Greg, didn't like Nathan one bit. He said he hung around Mary Alice and me too much. And anytime Mary Alice would play with him, Greg always watched just to make sure nothing happened. I kina wish now that I moved from this town. Maybe then Mary Alice would still be with me, running around in our new yard and smiling brightly.

"Hey Caroline, want to come see what I'm building?" I looked over at Nathan and nodded. I held my stomach and walked over. I saw that he had finished the bird house and was going to paint it. "So what do you think?" I smiled and looked at it; it was beautiful.

"Its really beautiful, thank you Nathan." He nodded

"Yeah no problem, would you like to come inside for a cup of hot chocolate?" I nodded and we went inside. I sat down at his table and watched him begin to make it. He then saw that it was beginning to rain so he rushed to the door. "Caroline can you go get the cover from the garage and open the garage door for me? I don't want the rain to ruin the new bird house I made you."

"Oh sure!" I said and went to the door that led to the garage. Then he almost tripped over a chest. I looked at the chest and saw something. A little piece of fabric was poking out at me. Something told me I should open it; I looked at the lock that had the key sticking in it. I held my breath and quickly unlocked the chest. A slight reeking smell erupted but I didn't care about that. I only cared and wondered what was in here. Then I saw several Items. Old toys, muddy girl shoes, and dresses with red painted on them. Why would he have something like this?

Then I saw it. A little doll that was Mary Alice's. I picked it up and began to shake. I looked back and saw the night gown Mary Alice wore the night she disappeared. I quickly picked it up and held it up to look. I placed a hand over my mouth and laid the gown on my lap. It was stained with her blood. I then touched the gown and held it to me, crying and hunching over. My Mary Alice was killed by my best friend. A man whom she and I trusted. I sniffled but quieted when I heard Nathan speak.

"Caroline? Hurry up in there!" I looked at the door the garage and gulped. I quickly took the gown and the doll into his kitchen. I placed them on the table and dialed 911 on his phone. I called the detective after wards and he said he was on his way. I hung up and looked back at the Items.

Then I dropped the phone when I saw that Nathan was standing there looking at me and what I found...
A soft knock was tapping the front door. The husband rushed to the door and opened it; a detective named James Barbour stepped in and the wife rose from her chair quickly, the many used tissues falling to the floor. The woman sniffled a few times and wiped under her eyes before asking.

"James, I'm so happy your here! Please tell me you have found something." She said full of hope. But her hopeful face turned into confusion. For the detective and the two other policemen's faces were soaked with dread and sadness. Their heads were hanging low as they wore no smile but a firm frowning line. The husband urged them in and the wife asked once more.

"Mr. and Mrs. Johnson lets all set at the table please," Was all he said. They both agreed and sat side by side together, holding each others hands. The detective sat down and the two police men stood behind him. He then held up a brown paper bag and pulled something from it.

"We did find some evidence." The wife and husband smiled brightly. But their smile faded when he pulled out a glove that was in a plastic bag. A dirty, bloody glove. The very glove their 6 year old daughter, Mary Alice wore. He slowly slid it over to the wife. She touched it and a silent tear fell. "We found it and something else in a grocery store dumpster at the end of town." The wife let go of her husbands hand and let both of her hands run up and down the bag which held the glove.

"What else did you find?" She asked. The wife looked up at the detective and placed the bag back on the table. The husband rubbed his eyes and then clasped his hands together. The detective reached over and slowly took the bag back. She watched as it drag on the table.

"There was more than just that, there was blood." The wife sniffled as she began to quietly cry. The husband looked at his wife whom held a hand on her mouth and eyes were red and water filled. He then looked back at the detective and spoke.

"That's it? What about Mary Alice? Did you fin-

"Yes."

The room was quiet. The only thing heard was the loud cries of the wife and her screams for their only daughter. The husband held his face in his hands.

"The other thing we found was Mary Alice's body in the dumpster."
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Right after that last thought I couldn't help but quiver and slid down the wall in my room. I placed my hands over my eyes and curled up crying. I rocked back and forth, slowly whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Jason,' over and over to my self. Then out of no where I began to scream it. Not too long after my door burst open and then quickly slammed shut. The person walked over me and just before they could touch me I buried my head in my knees and held the back of my neck.

"Jill! Jill, look at me, stop it before they come back!" I shook my head and silenced my screams but not my weeping. The person sat beside me and took my form and held it to their chest. I unraveled myself and quickly and tightly wrapped my arms around them.

"Shhh, Jill. I'm here, I'm here." The person soothed me. They slowly rubbed the back of my head and then kissed the top of, rocking me back and forth.

"These wounds are painful and never-ending for you, but even they must heal."


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I looked in the mirror at my red face and breathed. After another one of my many break downs, I was able to relax and calm down.

"You doing okay, Jill?" I turned around and look to see my best friend, Lila Jennifer Davis. I nodded my head at her and thanked her for helping me once more. Who knows what would have happened if the nurse found me again. I shivered at the thought and flashback I had; I don't ever want to experience that ever again. "Yeah your welcome, I going to go down stairs for lunch, I'll save ya a seat and bring ya some food." I nodded and sighed.

"Yeah okay I'll be there in a minute." I said. She smiled brightly and left. Sometimes I wonder why she's even friends with me. I leaned on the sink and put a hand on my hip. I started thinking about what happened after I killed Jason. I smiled thinking about what mama said.


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The neighbors called the cops after they heard the ruckus. I was then arrested and put in jail. I waited shortly to see the judge for my sentence. But just before the judge could send me to prison for the rest of my life, My lawyer spoke up. He told the judge that it wasn't my fault, that I was Insane, mentally Ill; And because of that I did what I did.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper yelled to him.

"Shut up, I'm saving your ass from going to prison for the rest of your life." He whisper yelled back.

The judge puzzled and looked back at the papers that had my crimes upon them. He gave me a smirk and said,

"Very well then. She does look like she is suffering from the mental Illness after seeing her crimes. I hear by sentence you to spend 3-5 years in the nearest mentally Ill home or until deemed cured. After that, will you then walk among the people and have at least a somewhat normal life." I closed my eyes and flinched as I heard him bang down the mallet.
Then when they began to escort me to the mental hospital, mama stopped them so she and father could say their good-byes.

"I love you baby girl, well get ya honey don't you worry." Daddy said. Mama quickly nodded her head and smiled at me.

"Yes and we will visit you all the time sweet pea!" She sighed and looked at the ground then back at me. She beamed once more and held my face in her hands. "Don't worry love, your not the first one in the family to go an Insane asylum. And you sure as hell wont be the last!" She laughed and kissed my cheek. Before I could say anything I was already on my way to St. Mary's. I remember placing my hands on the cool wet, rainy window and watched my parents fade away.

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I laughed and crossed my arms thinking about mama and daddy. I sure do miss those crazy asses.
Stuck in the globe that holds me dearly,
Does not permit me to leave its cold glass surface.

I am stuck here,
I am nothing.

Shaken constantly against my will,
Collecting dust if not given any attention.

I am lonely,
I am what is in the snow globe.
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry, but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.

Let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own journal. Let's see who the real people are. Re-post this if you care about this kind of situation. Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Deviants"

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