.... of his, and worked in the same company. Kyle however, was not a lucky as Joel, Kyle did not have the three story home that Joel did, nor the outrageous salary, nor the beautiful wife and daughter. He did not have the luck of being at the lab when the reality-cam was finished, the idea that gave Joel his claim to fame. If it would have been Kyle working that shift maybe things would be different. Kyle was a loner, and a struggling loner at that. "Good morning Kyle," said Joel. "G' mornin'," mumbled Kyle in a saddened voice. Joel instantly sensed that something was wrong and upon further questioning found that Kyle had lost yet another one of his “bimbo” ....

.... were going, due to the fact that we were planning to rendezvous with his ex-girlfriend Nicole. When we arrived in State College we met up with Nicole and a couple of her friends. We proceeded to go to her friends dorm and began playing drinking games prior to t he evening of partying. Needless to say after a couple hours of drinking games we were all a little tipsy, so we then sauntered on over to a Fraternity party, where we continued working on our inebriation. After a long night of partying and fraternizing with hundreds of drunk college kids much like ourselves, we headed back to the dorm in which the whole evening started. And just as any after-school special goes, t ....

.... painted walls were covered with portraits of family members and friends, which hung neatly in their fancy wooden frames. The fibers of the recently vacuumed carpet stood at attention displaying how clean they were. The varnished oak coffee-table glistened as the moonlight shined through the crystal clear window reflecting off its soft glossy finish. All the furniture was aligned perfectly with the symmetry of the room, like a life size geometry proof. My mother's knickknacks were arranged neatly in their proper order on top of the entertainment center. All of our CD's and tapes were put away in their correct spots behind the clear glass door of the entertainment center. ....

.... and took interstate 275 south bound. The traffic flow was really calm until I passed Martin Luther King Blvd. After six to ten minutes of driving I switched from interstate 275 to interstate 4. By that time the traffic was very dense and I was very angry due to the previous events I was involved in. It was a three lane highway and I was driving on the left lane, my exit was few minutes away and I knew that if I didn’t switch lanes rapidly I would have to drive two to three more miles on a very slow moving traffic. I decide to begin switching lanes, I successfully transferred from the left lane to the middle lane even though there was hardly any space between cars. I t ....

.... home from the post office. The feeling of emptiness overwhelmed me, I felt as if I had nothing inside my body. I thought, "what am I going to do?" Then I had to face my parents, boy was I scared. What was I going to tell them? Sorry mom and dad but I wasted your money; I had no excuses so I told them the truth. What happened after that changed my life forever. It was either the military or go to a community college and try to redeem myself. I wanted to do neither, but I had to choose. The military was off my list and going to a community college sounded o.k. So I registered and the rest of that summer I had to deal with the fact that I had not accomplished anything in ....

.... "I can help you," he said. "I'll climb to the top of the ladder and see what's there. Then I'll come back down and tell you what I saw." Chris's suggestion pleased the bird. "I'll fly with you for a little ways," it said, "but I must return soon, to protect my nest." So Chris started climbing the ladder again, and the blue bird flew up beside him. Together they climbed past the top of the tree and into the sky. They had been climbing for a little while when the blue bird turned back to its nest. "Goodbye, Chris," the blue bird said. "Don't forget to tell me what's at the end of the ladder." Chris climbed higher. Soon he met a woman d ....

.... flight. Hopefully, this flight and the forthcoming interview would lead to a new job. And with this new job, he finally would have enough money to buy that house he'd had his eyes on for years. Perhaps he would even be able to buy a new car, instead of having to drive this heap of junk to work every day. He dreamed about how much better his life was going to be, unconsciously pushing the pedal harder and harder acting like a knife as he mercilessly cut a path through the wet night air. All of a sudden there was a sickening thud as the car hit something rather large. Shit!. I don't have time for a pathetic, dead animal! Jack slowed and pulled the car to a halt on the ....

.... you have any idea how fast you were going?”. “I’d say I was going a shade under a hundred.,” John says with an uncaring attitude. The officer states, “I clocked you doing a hundred and twenty-four miles an hour.”. “Why doesn’t this registration have your name on it?”, the officer questions suspiciously. Thinking quickly john replies “My cousin owed me some money so he gave me the car and I haven’t had time to change the registration yet.”. Doubting the truth of Johns answer the officer asks, “Then why is the car reported stolen?”. John refuses to acknowledge the officer. Sensing trouble the officer demands, “Turn off your engine, step out o ....