Katie

I've always been a little adventurous, trying to seek out excitement, in the stupidest sadest ways. Sneaking out mates houses at 3am when I was about 13, just to go and sit by the river; sometimes on my own, sometimes with friends. I'm 16 now and I just started college (like sixth form college) a few months ago, and the impulsivity seems to be getting more. So much that if I do not do something I deem 'exciting' at least once a day, I become very bored with my life and kinda upset (not to the level of depression or anything and I don't think this is serious enough to seek out medical help, nor am I trying to attract attention, I just want to know what's wrong with me.)

Thank you

(preferably 1st World War). I'm doing an English presentation on Wilfred Owen as a speaking and listening and I need a song for my 'creative piece'. I would like a song which is about war but not a 'war song' and not one which uses war as a metaphor for love or relationships, it can be but only if this is not mentioned in the song. The only song I am considering at the moment is 'Never Let Go' by Bryan Adams, any suggestions would be much appreciated and tell me your thoughts on the one I have at the moment. Thanks :)

I've seen a lot and I think some of the best are:

Saw V

Orphan

Sorority Row

Girl Next Door (2007)

An American Crime (Similar^)

Teeth

Basically I was in Blockbuster with my mum (cos she has the card) and I wanted to get this film called The Hitcher, which I've already seen online. It said on the DVD box that it was an 18 but when I watched it, it said it was a 15. I'm 15 and my mum wouldn't let me get the 18. Anyway I looked it up and its says UK:18, UK:15 (re-rating, cut). Now does that me they changed the rating on it?

okay so I'm in year 10 almost year 11 and I have to do a photography project for art. Now art is my thing NOT photography and I need to find a couple of photographers who use the theme of light in their work. also need some ideas of what I can take photos of for my part of the project, the theme is also light.

I'm sooo stuck, have been thinking about it for days and my creativity seems to be completely blocked, help pleaseeeeee?

okayy so two of my friends are v. v. v. stupid and had a vaseline fight and they both have it stuck in their hair. How can they get it out? They've tried everything yes they've washed it loadsss of times and my friend even put vodka on it which burnt at first but kinda helped hahah what can they do to get it out?

So I don't know if I want to turn this into a book or not it's more of a journal, one day I just started a word document and started typing :P Please tell me what youu think :) oh and also is the phrase 'it's not the path we choose to go down, it's how we choose to go down that path' famous? cos I really wanna use it but i think i might have stolen it from somewhere :s anyway here's the story :

Have you ever tried to ask yourself what your purpose in life is? Have you ever found an answer? Is it right to be put on this Earth without knowing our purpose, or are we here to find it? When we finally find some meaning to our life, is that when we die? Our bodies stop working the moment we find a meaning for our hearts to pump. Every day is the first day of the rest of our lives, but do we live that day to its full potential?

My name is Katie Colwill and I have lived in this world for fourteen years questioning every moment. I don’t know why I can’t let the world lie and let life take its course, after all the Jimmy Eat World song ‘Kill’ was seemingly accurate, ‘could it be that everything goes round by chance? Or only one way that it was always meant to be?’ This had become my philosophy for life, but if everything was left down to fate, did it really matter what I did in life? I could splash around as much as I wanted but the reality was the ripples would eventually reach the banks and no one would remember me. I would have lived here for seventy or so years leaving no imprint on this planet.

I’m always left to think, live in the moment for the past is dead and gone and the future is yet to come. My problem was I could always give advice but I could never take it. Now, you may believe my life is depressing from the thoughts I have just preached to you, but the truth is I am actually content with my life. Is that enough? To be content?

That's as far as I got :P opinions please :)

Hi, so I'm taking my art GCSE mock in like 2 days and I need something to base the project on. It can be any style and anything we want which is unhelpful cos it's too much to choose from and everything I choose my art teacher basically says is crap then gives me some other artist with the same theme only it's just like a black block on a black background. It looks like **** seriously. Anyway I am thinking of doing cityscapes maybe in Paris, New York or London have you got any artist suggestions for me? I'm thinking of doing urban art but I'm open to all styles :P thanks :)

So I'm 14, soon to be 15 and I'm going to audition for the school play this year seeing as it's my final year :) We have to sing a song and I think I will either sing Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol or When I Look At You by Miley Cyrus <--- I know she's cringe but that song is immense and I'm not a v. good singer :s Anwyays I also have to read a monologue or a duologue so are there any dramatic monologues that you have either used, found or written yourself? Also anymore suggestions on an easy pop or alternative song to sing? Nothings to cheesy cos it's theatre haha thank youu :D

(2x-1)/4 + (x+2)/3 = 2

I know it's probably quite easy but I suck at maths :s

Okayy maths is reaallly not my thing but somehow I'm in the top set :s Anwyayz my parents are gonna kill me if I don't get good GCSEs so I need to know how to solve and preferably the answer to this question so I know how to do it :)

4x-3y=13

2x+y=4

and can you show me your workings so I understand please :P Thank youu so much :D

okay I'm 14 and for our GCSE english we were asked to write a short story on fear, this is mine it's quite long :s please tell me what you think and if it makes sense as it is a v. complicated plotline :P

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A Mother’s Love

All I could hear was the placid sound of the dripping water beating down on the decaying floorboards. I was a prisoner in my own home, a captive of the night. Startled by every movement, every clamour. I couldn’t sleep in this house anymore it was too ancient, too primordial. It belonged to my grandparents who, after retirement, had not done any domestic housework, therefore it’s needless to say the place was a mess. The woodwork was chipped and rough and the walls were gritty and uneven. All the paintings surrounded me as if closing in, their eyes pierced through me like a blade cuts through flesh, the cold colours drained into the canvas pale and faded. In fact nearly every aspect of the house was creepy and sinister, the way the old, rotted staircase creaked as if it was only held together by the most emaciated splinters of wood.

I sat up and look around me. The bed I laid on had once belonged to my mother; actually the whole room and all its contents had once been hers. The laced pillow case reminded me of how pristine and immaculate she had always looked. Her clean and flawless exterior subtly distracting others away from the secrets and imperfections her life contained. There was an old, beautiful, silver carriage clock on top of the dressing table. It was small although it had a strong but sweet tick. It was one o’clock in the morning and slowly I got up out of the bed and walked over to the window. Grey mist surrounded the house I was now to call home. It was as if I was almost blind to the world as all I could make out were blurs of colour and swirling shapes. The mist was too intense to see far, this was all the cause of a volcanic eruption from a place called Park County relatively near to where I lived in Montana.

The ash cloud had only meant to last a week, but the dust started to settle and as I was asthmatic, I was not allowed to leave the house. Trapped here for several weeks, in a house Frankenstein’s monster would probably feel at home in. The window was nailed shut so there was no hope of me opening it to escape. I heard my granddad hammering it shut yesterday. I think he was paranoid of my curious instinct and thought I would venture out into the neighbourhood, but I had no desire to. My grandparent’s house was the only place left for me. Six weeks ago whilst I was at school, it happened. Something inconceivable, it twisted my life into a nightmare of constant worry and anxiety. It started from a single candle then spread into a blazing inferno. A disaster of the smallest cause; the wick was no bigger than my fingernail, but it had distorted my life forever. The souls of my mother and father were eternally held by that solitary wick.

I looked at the clock. It was now six o’clock, time passed so quickly in the nights whereas the days dragged on. I heard the door of my granddads’ room slam as he set off for his early morning jog. My grandma was staying with her friend in Cuba, my granddad said it was because her friend was sick but I knew that wasn’t the reason. She didn’t like me. It was a ‘never had, never would’ situation. I had no idea why because I barley saw her anymore, in fact the last time I saw her I was a toddling child of only five years. I always asked my granddad why. Why she hated me, why she was never here. I could hear the crunching of pebbles under his feet as he slowly but steadily jogged down the drive. I couldn’t imagine how hard it must be jogging through that mist, unable to see further than was necessary to stand up. Both my grandparents were very young. My grandma was forty-seven and my granddad was forty-nine, but this was not surprising as my parents had been very young. My mum was thirty when she died and my dad twenty-seven. My granddad kept young and fit in order to look after me, I believe this was the reason for his jogging.

Now I was alone. I heard a scratching at the door. I suddenly remembered my grandparent’s dog, Tess was still outside. I looked at the clock; the time was now seven thirty-three. I clambered out of bed and descended down the ancient staircase, creaking with every move I made. I seized the key to the kitchen door and turned it slowly in the lock. The door swung open but I couldn’t see Tess, I wasn’t meant to go outside but I stuck my hand through the dog flap in the back door. Nothing was there and I couldn’t go out and look for Tess. “Tess! Tess!” I started to call. I put my ear to the door but couldn’t hear anything, not a bark, not even panting. I heard another scratch on the door, this startled me slightly but again I stuck my hand through the flap to feel for Tess. Nothing. Another scratch. They were becoming more frequent now and I feared Tess was having breathing problems in the ash. I stu

I'm really crap at technology please help :)

I deleted a game but the game is still there and when I put it in the computer ther is a button that says play and when I click it the play screen disappears but nothing happens, then if I click uninstall it says it can't find the game :( any help please :)

Ok I'm 14 years old and me and my friend had to research Charles Darwin, I copied it off the internet and sent it to my friend. She didn't change it and printed out stupid I know but she's a tad ditsy haha

anyways now we have to write a letter of apology to our teacher as well as a detention after school and a referral (OTT I know it was just RESEARCH) so any help with what I can say in the apology letter?? (I know this is ironic lol)

Ok I'm 14 and I go to school in the UK. At school we have to pay to buy these laptops, everyone has them and they're ours to keep. On the laptops there is a software called Securus which can track everything we do on them, including what we do at home. Now someone made a protest group on Facebook called 'Get the PEDO ICT department off our facebook pages!'. The boy who made this made it on his home computer not his laptop. At school he has been told if he doesn't delete the page he will be expelled, he has tried to delete it but only managed to remove himself as an admin so now he can't do anything to the group except for ask people to leave it. The page has no references to our school and it doesn't even say he's talking about our school. I'm a member of this group and he says if I don't leave the group by school tomorrow I will be in serious **** and so will he. I don't want to leave as it's a protest group and they need to get the message, the fact that they're getting involved in this kind of proves our point. Do they have any right to do this? I don't want the boy who made this to get in trouble either but I think our school needs to get the idea.

Well I'm a 14 year old girl I live in England. My best friend is a guy of also 14 (yes just a friend nothing more and he has told us he is bisexual although I think he's just gay :P), let's call him B. Anyway I've known him for 4 years since I started school with him in year 7, when we were both 11. H has lied to me since I first met him about his whole life.

A few weeks ago I found this out for sure by confronting him about it on Facebook email. I wasn't going to because I have read many sites on it and they all said confronting didn't help. But I had to we're so close but recently the lies having been getting more and more serious and relevant.

When I first met him in year 7 he told me many lies, that he was adopted, that he had cancer and was going to die (later in year 8 he told me he was cured), that he lived in Japan until he was 5.... etc. Anyway he confessed to all these lies (other than the cancer one) he promised that he would never lie again, I gave him another chance because he's my bff and I love him (as a friend). He told me and my friends a couple of months ago that he was Bipolar. About a week after he confessed to my friend that it was also a lie. At this point I got really mad at him as even after admitting to his earlier lies he had denied that lie. He also recently told me and a couple of our really close friends that he tried to kill himself by taking too many drugs (happy pills WTF? you can't overdose on happy pills?) Anyway B told me that he got them off this guy he met online, let's call him G. They guy had Facebook so I added him as a friend. He was really nice, 16 year old gay guy (definitely not a pedo) and I talked to him on chat. He told me he'd never even met B in person and had only talked to him on webcam. I text B asking him where he got the drugs (I had not yet told him I had spoken to G). He said G. So I asked him if he'd actually met him and he said yes. Then he sent me a text saying not the same G though. I knew this was a cover up because he said it's not the same G I had been talking to so clearly he had talked to him since his last text. I talked to G again and asked him if he'd spoken to B. G said yes he had texted him saying it was another G. Yeah this is getting confusing :s Anyway B told my friend that I had ruined the only good thing in his like G. But G told me that he was barely in his life and he already had a boyfriend, plus they had never met. B has told us he's depressed and keeps making up diseases he has. At the moment we aren't talking to each other. He thinks I hate him and he's really mad at me. I am unbelievably pissed at him but I dunno what to do. We've been friends for 4 years and we have all our lessons together. i can't trust anything he says but he's so funny and fun to be around although I dont think I can deal with his lies! Help please! What can I do? :s

hi I'm 14 and doing my GCSEs we have to write an essay on whether Shylock is considered a victim or a villain in The Merchant of Venice. We need to know background information on anti-semitism in Shakespearean times and I have no idea! I also can't find anything about it on the internet. All I know is that they were racist to Jews. Help please :P

I'm 14 and I have my GCSE french speaking exam next week. We have to learn the answers to 6 questions on the topic of holidays. The answers have to be quite long, about 60-100 words per answer. How can I remember this?

I've been trying for the past 3 weeks but they won't go in my head! :( I have only learnt the 1st 2.