The Patients Max stood there over his #lifeless body. His mom was sobbing on his #lifeless chest. Suddenly he heard screams down the hall followed by people sobbing. His ghost walked down the hall to see what was going on. Of course no one could see his worthless soul. He walked through a wall to find a boy who was bald on the bed not moving his eyes closed, and his mouth open. "How'd you die?" He turned around to find that boys ghost setting on a chair behind him. "I committed suicide. You?" "Guess." "Cancer?" Max said. The boy nodded his head yes. Max turned around to the boys body. "Why'd you do it?" "I was depressed." Max said thinking of when he took his parents pistol, and shot hisself with it. "Coward!" The boy said his brown eyes stared into Max like a hawk at prey. "What?" "Coward. Do you realize I would have done anything to have another day in earth? Do you realize how many people you left behind?" "No one would miss me." Max said. The boy took his hand, and lead him down the hall. Max realized where they were going. "Look." He said pointing to Max's parents. His mom's face was wet, and a girl he liked since grade school walked in, and kissed his cheek, and sobbed quietly. "Do you think I wasn't depressed?" Max looked at the kid. "I knew I was dying. There was nothing I could do to stop it. The cancer kept spreading, and spreading until I wasn't human... All I was, was a tumor." Max looked at the boy, and said "I've been bullied over two months now. By my own friends." The cancer kid looked up at him, and said "cancer-freak. Be careful it's contagious. Hi there tumor. And you were bullied. They didn't care I was dying what's sad is they knew I was going to die." The kids who bullied Max walked in, and said "we are sorry Max we were only playing with you." They were sobbing than one of them placed Max's football jersey on the bed. "Coach is retiring it." One boy said sobbing. "No one came and saw me today besides my parents." The cancer boy said. The boy looked up, and said "I have to go" than disappeared.

I Love You The stars that twinkle in the night, to the sun who hides from twilight. That's how much I love you. From the first day to the my last, even in the past I knew you were the only one. I knew it was you from the first smile you threw at me. After a while I knew it was you because I finally threw it back, and said for the first time to anyone "I love you." The day that we grow old oh all the stories our grandchildren will be told. The day we die we'll look at each other, and say nothing because love does not make a sound, it is not any form it's not square, or round. but it is part of your five senses because, you feel it. Deal with it because it's the only word in the world that makes your heart feel like it's tearing apart when someone says it to you. I Love You... Thanks for your time reading this.

The Quiet One Kyle sat In the back corner of the room. It was his favorite seat. It was away from people, and windows. He hated it outside. The corner was perfect it was away from reality. He would get lost in his thoughts. Kyle was a bullied kid. He wasn't short, or too big, or too skinny. He was medium built, smart, and a nice kid. He had no friends no one to talk to, so he was all the time lost in his thoughts. Slap! A spitball hit his right cheek. Today he wasn't going to be bullied. He wore a long black coat that went down to his knees. Hiding under his coat in his two pant's pockets were two pistols. He wasn't going to use them yet. He was waiting patiently for Josh a kid who bullied him since first grade. Josh walked two minutes before the tardy bell. He walked to the back to Kyle. Put his hand on Kyle's right shoulder, and said, "morning chicken-crap." Kyle reached into his right pocket pulled out the gun, smiled and said "morning Josh." Than shot Josh in the stomach. He fell to the ground. Kids ran around the room, and Kyle shot the pistols openly in the air, wounding five, and killing three. After it was finished He put the pistols on the desk, and said out loud "I will not be bullied again." And than if course got listing his thoughts.

The Boy with The Barbie Doll Don't judge a book by its cover. I realized what that saying meant when I met Damian in the third grade. It was in the middle of the year the teacher Mrs. Pruitt announced that we had a new student. Questions of course echoed through the room. "I wonder what his, or her name is." "Is it a boy, or a girl?"everyone including me was asking questions to each other hoping someone knew something about him or her. No one did. Minutes after hearing the news the teacher brought him in. He wore name brand clothes. "Kids this is Damian. You wanna say something Damian to the class?" Said the teacher. Damian just stood there. My eyes scanned his body his hair, his shirt his pants everything. When I saw what was in his hands a kid in the back of the room said "look everyone he has a Barbie!" The class laughed. I even laughed. Damian sat down without the teacher (who was grinning at the time gave him permission). "Okay class settle down." The teacher said. Everyone quieted down. She looked at Damian (the kid who we all thought was gay) "why do you have a Barbie?" Damian looked up at the teacher, and said "it's my sister's." "Why do you have it?" "I'm going to give it back to her." "Does she go to school here if she does I'll let you be excused to go, and give it to her." "No she's dead she died of cancer. When I die she's going to meet me at the gates of Heaven that's when I'll give it to her." Mrs.Pruitt had tears in her eyes at the time. Damian looked up at her, and said "she loved it so much I don't know how she would forget it especially since she went in a forever vacation." He sighed, and looked down at the doll "I bet she misses this doll as much as I miss her. Before she died I promised her that I would take care of it. So I've been giving it baths, combing its hair, and reading it stories." The teacher along with other kids including me sobbed. Years later Damian got killed in a car wreck. In my mind he didn't die he reunited with his sister. I placed the Barbie Doll in his coffin so he could give it to her.

I Am death Death sat on a dumpster in an alley way watching a woman get robbed, and shot. He didn't get help, or help in any way. He just sat there watching the woman die. Don't hate him he can't do anything. Just as the woman died the man who shot her grabbed her purse, and threw the knife under the dumpster the one that Death was setting on. Death walked to the woman's #lifeless body that was laying on the pavement. He grabbed her hand, and pulled her soul out of her body. Some people think that souls are pale and colorless. Souls are not pale they look the same as they did before they die. "What happened?" The woman said. "You're dead." Death replied. That time the woman looked down at her body. "Is that me?" Death shook his head. Death told the woman what happened, and how to get to the after #life which is Heaven , or Hell. Some facts: about Death he knows who you are, he knows when it's your time, and one of my favorite facts is, he has no emotions. His face was blank as he was telling the woman what had happened to herself just as he told me how I died five years ago in a car wreck. At the end of the story she asked one last question the last question everyone asks Death "who are you?" His face still blank, and emotionless, "I am Death."