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Hunt or be hunted: the world of teenagers. Like wild beasts roaming the plains of Africa, the weaklings are soon picked off and devoured. The socially advantaged have a sixth sense for singling out those with especially low self-esteem. I am not by any means placed high on this food chain, having been a victim of harsh words and stinging insults myself. Although not comfortable withstanding the taunts of others, I have never felt worse than when the roles were reversed, as I watched my prey crumple from wounds I had inflicted.
In seventh grade a select group of students in chorus traveled to Washington D.C. for the annual Cherry Blossom Festival. Seating arrangements on the bus encouraged new friendships. My friends and I hovered around two boys, a bass and a tenor. By the end of the trip we had christened our group the 'Huggy Bears.' After the weekend, however, one person in our group began to lose favor. Ethan, the bass, recognizable by his long, greasy curls and volcanic acne, just did not seem to fit in. "He's just so weird," we said when we met behind his back.

We used these superficial excuses to eliminate Ethan from our clique. As plans formed in our scheming minds, we kept up the front of friendship, snickering as an oblivious Ethan walked into our trap. Our chance arrived when we learned that Ethan intended to ask out one of the 'Huggy Bears,' the spunky and outgoing Nicole. The thought of them dating was nauseating but made us quake with laughter. A seemingly brilliant idea came to us; once Nicole rejected his proposal, our entire group of friends would discard him like a used Kleenex. When Ethan asked her out, Nicole would respond with biting profanity. Like a zealous crowd cheering as a matador provokes a timid bull, the rest of us planned to be spectators to the event.

The big day arrived and everyone was in place to witness the freak show. We shushed each other as Ethan shyly approached Nicole at her locker, posing his question with a hopeful smile. As soon as the vicious insults slipped from Nicole's lips, the other 'Huggy Bears' rolled out from their hiding places, convulsing on the floor with laughter. But as we looked up to see Ethan's reaction, our malicious cackles caught in our throats like sawdust. His confident smile had faded to a look of perplexed sadness. Utterly defeated, Ethan mumbled a good bye and slumped away. We exchanged looks, the realization of our inhumanity dousing our faces like ice-cold water. In silent agreement, we never discussed what happened, and guilty glances were our only form of apology to Ethan.

Years later my friends and I have all told Ethan how desperately sorry we were for our foolishly cruel actions. My stomach turns when I imagine the pain he went through as six of his close friends humiliated and disowned him. Today, Ethan suffers from depression and social anxiety, problems he tells me run in his family. However, I can't help but wonder: how much of what we did remains with Ethan today? After all, self-esteem is fragile, easily shattered by careless words.

by Jane Brendlinger

(OPINION) I think its a very nice story I ran into it today while I was bored looking threw the internet, do you think we as people are...fucked up? because we do this? or it just comes to us like a hard bullet, and we adjust by ignoring it or just playing along?

Here's the deal. You look it over the following list and see how many of these things you have done. BUT you have to ADD up the money amount along the way. Then post the amount that you are as the title of the bulletin. PS, the smaller the better!


Had sex: $6.00

Smoked: $5.00

Smoked pot: $5.00

Got drunk: $5.00

Got High: $6.00

Went skinny dipping: $3.00

Kissed someone of the opposite sex: $4.00

Kissed someone of the same sex: $4.00

Cheated: $2.00

Fell asleep in class: $0.50

Been expelled: $5.00

Been in a fist fight: $3.00

Given oral: $5.00

Got oral: $5.00

Prank called the cops: $3.00

Stole something: $2.00

Done drugs: $5.00

Dyed your hair: $0.50

Done something with someone older (like a few years): $3.00

Went out with someone OVER 18 (if your under 18): $4.00

Ate a whole thing of oreos: $0.50

Cried yourself to sleep: $1.00

Said you love someone but didnt mean it: $1.00

Been in love: $4.00

Got caught doing something that you shouldnt have been doing: $1.00

Went streaking: $4.00

Got arrested: $5.00

Madeout with someone at the movies: $2.00

Peed in the pool: $0.50

Played spin the bottle: $1.00

Done something you regret: $3.00

Tell us How much you have Made in cash the more money you have the more evil/bad you are, I made:

63$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

O_O btw thx to my gf for finding this, id though it would be fun to spread this around, have fun everyone :)

I just got a little brother,..yes my mother has given birth to the seed of the devil (I dont like my old man at ALL) ...so like yaaah? ...Im not happy about getting a new little brother..Im not sad, ...Im not anything; I dont know...does anyone think this is weird?

Does anyone know hot to make mycult space look interesting, or something, iv been trying my best but always come out mest up so atm im sticking to default...any help would be apreciated....its 1AM in the morning on a school nite, and i cant figure it out *cries*

oh btw im trying my VERY best to reply to all blog :) because Im that much of a loser *cries*

Okay peace out every1~!

Dear, Pikachu (My Journals Name)

I woke up today. I couldn't see clearly, and it was still dark. I looked at the alarm clock; I still had 20 minutes to sleep before the alarm clock would go off at 6:00AM. I hid for covers under my blanket, and passed out. I hear the lyrics from Linkin Park -My December penetrate my dream. It was a weird dream the dead father of my gf was hovering over my bed. I shook off the images from my dream, and got up to turn down the volume from the music to just a whisper barely audible by my ears. I go to the kitchen, and warm up some water in the microwave, and make some nice milk coffee. I take off my clothes, and enter the shower. I forgot to turn on the hot water, and I feel my whole body go numb, as I scream out I slip and fall on my ass. After the shower, and still a little shaken up; I get ready for school. What I wore for school today was the same I promised to wear for a month to somehow pay my respects to my girl friend Rachael's dead father. I dress up in black jeans, black shirt, and a black dress shirt. I go to the kitchen, and drink the rest of the milk coffee I had prepared earlier. I look at my watch while I put it on to find out its 6:58. I get my back pack which is now at the point of graffiti with a ton of writing, and stupid things that I wrote on it my freshmen year in high school. Rushing out the door I realize that my life is boring…..

To be continued

P.S. Horney Mood Rocks!!!!!!!!!!