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__**Sweetie, You Had Me**__ //Megan Plein//

I was sitting in my room, in the two bedroom apartment shared by my friend Ryan, his girlfriend Keltie, and I, one night reading after a long day. My dear friend Ryan Ross had gladly offered their spare bedroom to me when I had nowhere else to go. I was right about to reach the climax in the novel when I heard a big commotion coming from down the hall. All I could hear were muffled voices, but they sounded very angry. At first I thought maybe Ryan was back already from visiting his mother, and his friends were fighting over Guitar Hero again, but then I heard a female voice and doors slamming. // What in the world? // I tried to go back to reading and just mind my own business until Ryan came walking into my room. "Ryan, what are you-" I stopped talking when I noticed the steams of tears running down his face. I walked over to him. "Have you been crying?" I asked while enclosing him in a hug. "I...she...and he..." He stuttered before breaking into tears on my shoulder. "Oh, poor Ry, what did she do to you?" He continued crying. "It's ok, let it out, I'm here for you. Here, let's go sit on the couch, ok?" Ryan nodded. I lead him over to the couch that was in my room. We sat down and went back to hugging each other. I started rubbing his back to try and soothe him a bit more. After he calmed down a little bit I started to talk to him. "So, do you want tell me what happened?" I asked concerned. "Well...I...I came home, you know from visiting Mom, and I went into me and Keltie’s room, and...”, he trailed off as he tried to suppress more tears from falling, “And I found her laying in bed...with someone else...another guy." Ryan looked like he was going to start crying again. I gasped. "Oh my God!" Keltie and Ryan had been dating for years, and he loved very much that’s why he had agreed for them to move in together. // I can’t believe she did this to him! Ryan was my best friend, someone I really cared about, and she had hurt him, hurt him badly. // "Yeah, well as you can image, I flipped.”, Ryan went on, “I punched the guy right across the face, probably broke his jaw and he ran out. Then me and Keltie started screaming at each other and she blamed me for everything and finally just told me it was over between us and she packed up all her things and left." He explained trying hard not to start crying again. "Oh Ryan, I'm so sorry." I gave him another tight hug. "It's not your fault, it's really not. You can't be blamed for her poor choices. If she can't treat you right, then she doesn't deserve you. You're better off without her." //She doesn’t deserve you, period. End of story.// "I know, I just loved her so much, Emma. I thought she loved me too, but I guess I was wrong." "I really don't know what she was thinking, Ry. I mean yeah, if she loved you then why would she wanna hurt you like that? I just don't get it." "Me either, me either." "Emma?" "Yes, Ryan." "Do you think I'll ever find someone?" "Of course you will Ryan. I don't see why not, I mean you're a really sweet guy, practically the sweetest guy I know. Keltie just can't see what a good thing she has until it's gone. I'm really surprised to see she didn't wanna hang on to you. I mean any smart person would have." "Thanks Em, that means a lot. You're a good friend. My best friend." He gave me another hug. "Aww, thanks. You're welcome, Ry. Well it's getting kinda late, what do you say we get some sleep?" "Ok. Is it ok if I sleep here tonight? I don't wanna be alone after...well you know." "Sure, of course. uh...do you want the bed? I can sleep on the couch if you want." "Uh..no, that's fine, I'll take the couch. All I need is a pillow and a blanket and I'll be fine, thanks." "Ok." I went and got a pillow and a blanket and gave it to him. "Here you go, Ryan." "Thanks Emma, your the best." "Alright, well 'night then." I said as I started to walk away, but Ryan grabbed my hand. "Emma, would you stay with me? I don't mean to be awkward, but I'm still a little upset and I don't wanna be alone." He had a look on his face like a puppy dog pouting. "Oh, alright. Damn, you know I can't resist the puppy dog pout." Ryan smiled. "Hey, at least I got you to smile though." "Yep." We both then lied down on the couch and covered up with the blanket. "Emma?" "Yeah, Ryan?" "I really thought she loved me." "I know Ry, I know. Get some sleep now, ok?" "Ok." He snuggled up a little closer and then fell asleep.

Meg Bradley
 * Cassandra**

Before she walked onto the stage – if it could even be called that – she’d had enough weed to almost forget who she was. The other girls told her she would need it. “You won’t get through your first night without it,” they prodded, plying her with what they had. The fleeting thought of her junior high "drug-free" pledges drifted vaguely through her head, but the need to forget this night, this place, was stronger.

The pulsing lights made her feel nauseous. Gingerly, she slid her fingers along the shiny silver pole, feeling the sweat from all the girls before her. She kept her eyes as wide open as possible, trying not to let a single tear escape and ruin the eye makeup she had spent hours on, layers of glitter and shadow and shimmer, nothing like she had ever worn before. Behind it she felt like a different girl.

Taking a deep breath, her years of ballet training kicked in, and with one leg hooked around the metal she spun round and round. She could dimly hear the whoops and catcalls in the background, but resisted the urge to cover herself.

It seemed to be years before the song ended. She clambered around on her knees, ignoring the pain and the bruises, to collect the green bills that had been tossed around her.

With this, she could escape.

Sea of tears, take us home Take us home, to our own Sea of tears, float our Boats, Untill we're home, sea of tears.

Ooh, don't take us down, into your depths Just float us home, Oh sea of tears.

Hear our deaths, you sea we cried, Don't leave us here, take us home. They're waiting for us way out there, Sea of tears, take us home.

Take our souls way out there Into the light, that we we know it's there. You sparkling path, We'll follow you Untill we're home, Oh sea of tears.

Froggy (the above is a song about the death in wars, and wars in death.)

From last week:

EVAN QUADE
 * Lost for Comfort**

He aimlessly paces, through a corridor of disarray, Wondering why he always feel betrayed... He gives an astonishing gaze, But they treat him like being in a maze... Causing confusion...making an abrupt illusion...

He continues on, as if being withdrawn, Wistful to be wonderfully known, like a flying swan... A burden of jitteriness controlling everything, He couldn't risk anything... He says "It's no use, I'm in pain like getting a bee sting."

There he remains in the black hole, trying to get out, Surrounded by sorrowful souls about... He thinks he can give up, By ending it all with a death cup... Where will he go? Some may, or may not know...

There was no need to cease, And letting himself decrease... He will get his chance, For his moment to enhance... He has realized that his time has come, To be very visible, and never again feeling glum...