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I have a friend who got into a big fight yesterday and he ended up getting his appendix ruptured. He is in the hospital now and needs surgery, and i'm really worried. I've known him since we were five, and i was wondering if there is a chance of him dying.

ok, so my 12 year old sister got a bf a few weeks ago. I was unsure about their relationship, and as my father left, i have to look out for my family. Im only 14 but im told i look 17-20, and i work out alot. So i told him that he better not hurt my sister, or things would be bad for him, and he hasnt. But today, i just found out his dad is a pig (cop). now i dont have anything against the 5-0 in general, but i dont exactally get along with the law. so now im sort of confused as to what i should do

Today, my sister got asked out for the first time. I'm worried for her, cause I know people who have been pregnant at fourteen and i just want her to be safe (shes 12, he is too). i talked to his friends a little, and hes not in a gang and does not do many drugs (just a little occasional pot). So when he came to pick her up about an hour ago, i pulled him to the side and said (exact quote): "yo man, look. You seem fine, and im chill wit you and my sister goin out. **** im ****** hapy fo you! but if you do anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally, we got beef. You got me?"

He then nodded and i went back into my house. By the way, im only 13 but im 5'10" and i have more muscle than many guys in their twenties, and im told that im intimidating (i dont try to be). So im worried that now he might not want to be with my sister anymore, and i want her to be happy. But i also want her to be safe, and since we dont have a dad (he left), its my job to make sure she is.

until i was three, my life was ok. i lived in a small house in a lower middle class suburb of long island. my parents were still married, but my dad was neglecting me and my sister and mom. Then he started pushing and hitting me my mom and my sister. he was on an over-the-counter drug, and that made him even worse. This was when i learned almost all the cuss words i know today. my mom moved out with me and my sister, and we lived in locust valley, a relatively wealthy neighborhood also in long island. My mom is a veterinarian, and at the time she made around 100,000 a year. i went to the local public school, and my sister was in preschool. then, when i was six, my dad tried to get involved again. he demanded visitation rites, but we then moved to a small town in upstate new york. i then began going to a small private school. i did not have many friends because of how poor i was, and people made fun of me for "not having a dad". then, i started going to my grandmothers house where my dad was living every other weekend. She hated me and my sister and my dad (who was still on drugs), and she always told us how we were stupid and how we should all die. my dad sometimes hit us when he was mad, and so my mom did not want us to go there. but she could not stop him because he threatened to report some illegal behavior of hers (i'll explain later). In school, i was a good student, but i was often bullied for being poor and for not having a dad. so i began pretending that my dad was really rich. i said so much bull **** that i dont know how anyone believed me, but they did. i started dressing fancy, and talking about how rich i was. funny thing was, they never asked me to prove it. at the same time, i got fat. this made me even more picked on. i reached the peak of this in fifth grade. one day, i was talking about how "big" my house was, and my teacher said, "you aren't rich, your almost on WIC support!" this made me cry, and made me even more picked on. But i was a little white-*** *****, so who can blame them? At this time, my mom lost her job. she had spent her savings on my school, so she was broke. we almost left the school, but my grandparents (on my moms side) gave us a little money. but we still had to move out of our house into a 2 bedroom, 4 room, 600 square foot house in a ghetto area of our town. when sixth grade began, i stopped pretending to be rich in school, but i still was unpopular. Meanwhile with my dad: hes on drugs still, he doesn't tell us whats going on in his life (he moved out of his moms house 4 years ago), and he still makes us come to his moms house to visit him. his mom now has severe Alzheimer, and his sister takes care of her. But she is extremely depressed, and always yells and tries to kill herself. And at my mom's house, things are getting worse. She re-started her ilIegal habit, a pot addiction. when she was in her twenties, she almost got shot by her dealer, and she stopped, but all the stress got her hooked. I got beat up by a gang while walking around my hood, and i broke a rib. She could barley afford to have it fixed, as she was only making $29,000 a year, paying $9,000 anual rent, and $ 10,000 taxes. Her parents paid for my school, but nothing else. Then, the summer came. I decided that i was gonna make it in the hood. I stared working out 3 hours a day and running 8 miles a day. I became ripped and fast, and i was no longer afraid of my hood. I started a Crip set there, and i threw my C's up with pride. When school started again, i got cred there two. i freestyle rapped against rich white kids and beat they asses. I got respect as the strongest and fastest person in the school by far. (my school went up to 8th grade, i was in seventh). i was finally living well, even without money. The last time i saw my dad was on Christmas. me adn my sister went to his house, and on Christmas his sister cut herself with a kitchen knife (on purpose, but not fatally) before trying to stab him. My sister was crying so i called my mom and she drove there to pick us up at a nearby supermarket. I then called a taxi, and when i heard it get there went downstairs with my sister, punched my father as hard as i could in his face, and left without looking back. right now, im doing fine. im trying to make it as a rapper, and my debut album comes out this summer. dont hate, im not trolling. and if your wondering how i got this computer, my school lets us borrow macbooks from them.

I'm dropping my debut album in June or July. I've got 13 tracks selected, and beats selected to go with them. I'm ready to take them to the studio soon (4 weeks or less) and then I'm dropping it. But I want to know weather those 13 tracks classify as an lp. If its not enough I've written more ****, about 8 other tracks, but they ain't finished and some of them suck. Oh ya, and also, just of you know, what percentage of the sales would I get from iTunes if I sold each song for 99 cents?

What is so good or different about the rap group odd future (and wolf gang, golf Wang, Tyler the creator, wiz Khalifa, earl sweatshirt, ect.

I'm 13, and I'm an upcoming rapper. I'm ready to put my **** on iTunes, and my debut album gets released this summer. I just wanna know how I can contact a record label and show them my album

i am dirt poor. i live in a crappy poor area. i hate my father (who left when i was four). i am a straight A student, but my mom always makes me do everything extra. if i say i dont want to she gets so ******* mad. she really pisses me off, and she just wont stop. she wants me to go to some rich *** high school, but we wouldn't be able to afford it. i always have to do more and more and more, and then when i get really pissed i ask what the **** shes done with her life thats so great? then she starts crying and shouts at me to get out, and i dont come back for a long time. she wants me to be perfect, yet she has a terrible life and is on drugs of some kind, idk weather prescription or not. we might move to Harlem, and i really hope we do because then she probably wouldnt want the whole private school thing anymore. but i guess that wouldnt matter cause we already live in the poorest place around.

Today in school i was really pissed cause one of my boyz is goin out with my ex, but i told him i was cool wit it. then my cuz trys to make me mad at him or some shhit by shoutin bout me really obnoxiously, but i just take his ****. then some guy who is sort of wit my crew dissed my mom as a joke and i slamed him against a locker. another one of my boyz tried to break it up and i pushed him on the locker too. i pinned them there for a few seconds, and then i just felt like "what the **** did i just do?" since then i been feelin real bad bout that. n idk what do

I am a 13 years old. I am a good raper, and i am finishing putting together my debut Lp. I am going to put it on iTunes, but i want to send it to a record label. Please help.

All i know is they piss me off

So i had been going out with her for three months. I really liked her (and still do). We hadnt had sex cause were only 13 and even though all my Crip friends have, i havent. But i guess she was dissapointed or something cause she made out with someone who i dont know. She told me later that night on the phone before asking him out. Next time i saw her, she was wit him and i went over. He started insulting me and i bunched him and possibly broke his jaw. two or three weeks later (now) they break up cause he tried to have sex. My homie says she still likes me and wants to get back together, but i dont feel ready. I really like her and shes hot but i just cant really trust her.