The Not So Secret Life of the American Teenager:

A Baby On The Way:

Outside the school young Amy sat on a bench, next to her was Ben who held her hand. School had lute out and students came pouring out of the doors and the air resounded with a clamer of voices. Amy placed her hand on her belly. She felt the baby kick.

Amy took Ben's hand and placed it on her belly.

Amy: Do you feel it?

Ben: The baby's kicking!

There was a wide smile on Ben's face.

Ben: You know we haven't discussed names and the Baby is due in two months.

Amy: I know.. I was just waiting.

Ben: Waiting for what?

Amy: I don't know.. until.. the baby was born.

Ben: Well.. the baby will be here in less then three months.. we should at least think about names.

Amy: I don't want to.. not right now.

Ben: Is everything ok? You seem upset.

Amy: I'm fine.

Ben: You know you can talk to me.. what is it? What's bothering you?

Amy: Nothing.

Ben: Come on.. I know when your lieing.. you always look serious when your lieing.

Amy: Enough already! I don't want to talk about it!

Ben: Alright.. I'm sorry. I just wanted to help.

Ben removed his hand from Amy's and looked away.

Amy: I'm sorry Ben.. I'm just not feeling so good lately. I'm really scared and I'm trying my best to be strong.

Ben: I know your scared.. heck I'm scared too. But you don't have to be strong all the time.. I'm here.. and your safe with me.

Amy: Oh Ben.. I love you so much.

Ben: And I love you Amy.. with all my heart.

Ben and Amy began to lean in towards each other. There lips touched and hands clutched. All the insecurities and fears seemed to fade away in that moment.
 
Well I'm glad you like it, I didn't think this story would be popular. Infact I never ment for it to be a story, it just started as me goofing off and now I have readers and ideas that I must jot down. The best part is I'm free to just do anything with it, It's not like the novels and scripts I'm writing. I can jut express whatever I feel at the moment through the characters. It's very liberating.
 
Chapel:

After school lute out Jeff headed to St. Peter's Chapel. It was short walk to the Chapel, only a couple of blocks. On outside the chapel was rather simple, made of fine wood and stone. The most significant part of It's design was the statue of Peter upon the steeple. Jeff entered into the sanctuary. As he walked on red carpet he passed many empty pews. In front row was a familar figure, somone from school.

Jeff took seat next to his fellow student.

Me: Hello Jack.

Jack: Hello Jeff.

Me: I haven't seen you here before.

Jack: That's because I just started coming.. after school. I come here to think and pray.

Me: Well this is a good place to do both.

Jack: Yes it is.

Me: It's refreshing to know I'm not alone.

Jack: alone?

Me: That I'm not the only Christian at Grant High.

Jack: Yeah.. well Grace is too.. or well she use to.

Me: Use to?

Jack: Well.. ever since she started dating Ricky.. she's been less interested in coming to Church.. infact she rarely talks about God anymore.

Me: That is a shame.

Jack: Yes it is.. I mean she use to be so virtious.. so innocent.. now she is.. well.

Me: We all are sinners.. and we all make mistakes. All we can do is pray for Grace.. that she stay true to her faith.

Jack: Yeah..

Me: I sense something else troubles you.

Jack: You can sense that?

Me: Rather assume.

Jack: Well your assumptions are right.

Me: Do you want to talk about it?

Jack: Well.. since I know we both share the same faith.. I guess I should confess to a brother. You see I did something terrible not too long ago and It's been haunting me ever since. I've asked for forgiveness, but I still carry the shame.

Me: I see.

Jack: I just don't know how to shake it off.. I mean I know I'm forgiven.. but I can't help feeling guilty.

Me: That's normal.. you see.. God has forgiven you.. but you haven't forgiven yourself. You have to be able to face you did a bad thing, but that you arn't a bad person for having done it. It was as you said.. a mistake and the only reason you still feel the shame is because your hating yourself for having made that mistake.

Jack: How.. how do I forgive myself for what I did?

Me: You have start over.. you have to learn to love yourself again.. to believe that you are a good person.. no matter what people say or what your mind says. You have to focus on the goal.. the goal being that you want to live rightiously. So you made a mistake.. who hasn't? You can't keep beating yourself up about it.. you have to move on and realize that yesterday is forgiven.. that today is forigven and tomorrow is forgiven.

Jack: I think I understand.

Me: Good.. lute me leave you with a story.. there was man named David who loved God and lived rightiously. One day he saw lady bathing and he lusted for that women. He even had her husband sent to frontlines so that he could have her as a wife. Later when David was confronted about his sin.. he was repentant. To this day David is known as a Man after God's own heart.. yes he made a big mistake.. but in end he was repentant and went on loving God and trying his best to live rightiously.

Jack was silent for a moment. Jeff had no idea that the story he had told had such signifcance for Jack. When Jeff got up to leave, Jack stopped him.

Jack: Thank you.

Jeff: Your welcome.

Jeff then with smile and quick prayer left the Chapel.
 
The Secret Life Of A Stranger

Into an ally a compact car drove. It stopped and out came a man in dark garments. The brightness of the headlights made his face impossible to see. Standing infront of the beams was The New Guy in his green vest. His face was pale and his eyes searching the darkness.

Shady Figure: Do you have the money?

New Guy: Yes.

Shady Figure: Then come with me.

The New Guy fallowed the man in black to back of the car. The Man in black popped the trunk to reveal a cash of weapons. There were rifles, pisols, grenades and even knives. The New Guy too a fancy to one of knives. He grabbed one and began to examin it.

New Guy: Feels right..

Man in Black: The knives arn't for sale unless you boy something else.

New guy: Right.. lute me take look at the Block.

The Man in Black grabbed the black die cast pistol and handed it to the New Guy. The New Guy played around with it a little and began to laugh.

New Guy: Lutes see him try to stop me.. when put two in his chest!

Man in Black: So are you going to buy anything?

New Guy: Oh yes.. I'll take it and a few knives too.

Man in Black: Alright.

New Guy forked over the cash. He then began stuffing the knives in his pockets and concealed the pistol in his jacket.

Man in Black: Pleasure doing business with you... uh.. what should I call you?

New Guy: Joker.. call me The Joker.
 
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