Why is it Illegal?

What is the point of making it illegal for children to buy cigarettes, if it's okay for them to smoke them? If they're going to be allowed to smoke them, which they should be, why can't they buy them? I mean, it is their life that they are putting in danger, so they should be responsible because if someone buys a child a cigarette and that child dies due to lung cancer or another disease caused by smoking because he or she was allowed this constant supply of cigarettes, then the supplier would be at fault, or at least feel at fault, for the child's death. Then said supplier has to live with the guilt of giving a child cigarettes when that supplier probably knew the harm it could cause.

Flifferhuzza

             I saw Lizzy and the girls at the table in the corner and walked straight over. Sitting down, I took out my lunch and started eating until I noticed every one of my friends was staring at me.
            "Whaatttt? Do I have something in my teeth?" I asked with a mouth-full of my sandwich. They all continued to stare and then their eyes drifted down to the sandwich in my hands.
            "What is that?" Lizzy asked in her snarky, rich-girl voice like my sandwich was some kind of flea-infested rodent.
              I stuck my nose up right too and answered back proudly,"This is my mother's signature lunch delicacy. Flifferhuzza."
             "Flifferwhatta?" Becky, the dumb one, asked.
             "Are you guys that silly? Here, let me explain in song." (Piano man appears and the cafeteria tables magically disappear. Poof.)

"Better listen up, doo-doo-doo, 
cause I need a minute, doo-doo-doo,
and my song is made for you. 
You better listen up, doo-doo-doo,
you better understand,
to this sandwich I must true,
to this sandwich, 
for me and you. 

Hazelnut is what you want
oo-oo-oo, yeah,
Fluff is what you want,
oo-oo-oo, yeah, 
put them together,
oo-oo-oo,
it's what you need,
oh yes indeed,
it's flifferhuzzza."

Call Me Spoiled

The (almost) Perfect Date

What's the point of dating? I'm not asking for a talk on the birds and the bees, I'm asking why it's such a big deal. You meet a guy, go out to eat a few times. You smooch a little and it ends within a few months. No big deal right? It shouldn't be, but it is. How come it's always the girl that is babied? "No honey you pick out the restaurant." "Munchkin I only care about what you want." "No sweetie pie I love you more." What's all the fuss? Why can't the guy pick out the movie? Why can't the girl pick up the check every now and then? Why is there this stereotype that women have to be treated like a puppy dog, as if they can't take care of themselves. It's riduculous and full of silly pointless arguments and a lot more stressful than it's worth. Besides, boys have cooties.

Putting people together

You look at life as a puzzle,

Constantly trying to fit one piece into the next,

Not accepting any piece that wont complete another.

People and problems alike,

you judge and bring them down with their issues.

But life isnt a puzzle, 

Not everyone is going to know everything,

And nothing is going to create a clear picture.

Nobody is perfect,  

Not even you.

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Dealing with a Difficult Father

      Walking down the stairs, Allie already knew what the answer was going to be. I never get to do anything, she thought to herself. She crept into the living room and tip-toed towards her sleeping father.

      "Hey dad?" She inquired, her voice low as to not startle him. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced upwards with a look of death appearing on his face.

      "What do you want?" He returned not so delicately. She hesitated. Do I ask him? Is it really that important? She could not make up her mind. 

      "Can I go to the carnival this year? Pleassseee?" She closed her eyes and turned her head towards her feet. Her father sighed, obviously not amused. 

      "What?" He asked her as if not understanding the first question. She put up her guard now, ready to defend her case. 

      "I have never been before and I am almost 17 years old now. All of my friends are going!" 

       He put his hand on his forehead as if in a frustrated deep thought. "No Allison." 

This is where the fight starts.

      "But dad, I am going to be 17 in a month! I will have my liscense soon! Why can't I go?" 

        He started to sit up and yelled higher, as if in a challenge. "Because bad things happen at the carnival, that's why!" 

This always happens to me. He wonders why I sit home on saturday nights with no friends. "Just because you're a cop doesn't mean that everything you see is going to happen to me. I will be with a group of six friends and I will have my phone on me. Please." She was no longer merely requesting, now she was begging.

      He laid back down and turned to face the wall. "I will talk to your mother." The conversation was over.