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I never tell a lie ever and ever

Tell Mom and Dad I’m Sorry I Lied

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life that was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting, she would have friends over soon. There will be sleep-overs, and parties. She was so happy. It’s just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, “I want to be popular and I’m going to be, because I just got a date with the star of the team!” To be known in this school you had to have a clout, and dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. “Well I just won’t tell them the entire truth. They won’t know the difference. What’s there to lose?”

Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, “All right.” Excited, she got ready for the big event. But as she rushed around like she had no sense, she began to feel guilty about all the lies, but what’s a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great, and the moonlight ride would have to wait, for Jeff was half drunk by this time.

But he kissed her and said that he was just fine. Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn’t believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point, but only after he’d smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, not thinking that he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last, and Jeff started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don’t mean playing football.) “Perhaps my parents were right. Maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?” With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away, “Please take me home, I don’t want to stay.”

Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the town. “Just let me get home! I’ll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride.”

Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash. “Oh God, Please help us! We’re going to crash!” She doesn’t remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, and heard, “Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!” Voices she heard, a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.

Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, and if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. “You’ve been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad.” These voices echoed inside her head, as they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said “Jenny, we’ve done all we can do. But it looks as if we’ll lose you too.” “But the people in the other car?” Jenny cried. “We’re sorry, Jenny, they also died.”

Jenny prayed, “God, forgive me for what I’ve done. I only wanted to have just one night of fun.” “Tell those people’s family, I’ve made their lives dim, and wish I could return their families to them.” “Tell Mom and Dad I’m sorry I lied, and that it’s my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won’t you please tell them that for me?”

The nurse just stood there. She never agreed. But took Jenny’s hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse, “Why didn’t you do your best to bid that girl her one last request?” She looked at the man with eyes so sad. “Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad.”

Jan was born before World War II and unfortunately for him, by the time he was twenty years old, he had to fly to Moscow and join USSR armed forces. His parents were of course very reluctant to let him go since he was their only son; but they had no choice.

“It’s okay mum. I’ll call back frequently,” promised Jan before he bade farewell to them.

There had been no news, no letter, and no phone call from Jan since he left his home three months ago. Of course, his parents were getting more apprehensive as they always heard the rumbling of distant gun shots and also felt the momentary quake caused by the countless explosions.

“Letter for you Sir,” shouted the postman.

Without further ado, they opened up the envelope and started reading the first letter from their lovely son, “Mom and Dad, I’m fine here. I only have few wounds. Anyway, Can I bring back my fellow friend who has lost his right arm and left leg due to the war?”
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They felt so much relieved from that moment onwards, but they also felt annoyed by their son’s request. Three months after Jan’s first letter, he called back to hear his parents’ answer regarding his physically disadvantaged friend.

“We have had enough problems, dear. Just ask him to stay in Moscow,” she answered.

“But, he is my best friend and I want him to stay with us Mom,” Jan pleaded in a bit child-like manner.

“Well, we can find other place for him to stay, but not in our house,” she replied.

At this moment, Jan hung up the phone. He felt so disappointed in his parents’ decision. Overwhelmed by sadness, he burst into tears that trickled down his cheeks, leaving jerky, silvery trails on his face. Somehow the sky seemed to cry for him by letting down a torrential rain that blurred the trails of his tears and made Jan sodden to bone.


Few days afterwards, the Russian police called Jan’s parents and told them that there was a twenty-year-old man, who committed suicide. The police suspected that the man was Jan. Without much ado, Jan’s worried parents booked two seats for the flight to Moscow and flied to Moscow the next morning.

They went to the hospital to identify the corpse and it was really Jan. However, to their surprise, Jan had lost his right arm and left leg, just as how he described his friend. The grief was so overwhelming that Jan’s mother ran into her husband’s shoulder in a torrent of uncontrollable tears.

“Now I know why his letter was a bit illegible. Jan might have written it with his left hand,” Jan’s father concluded.


Written by: SzChew^_^
Pardon me if there are mistakes here and there....
Thanx^_^

The first story written by member of this forum. This guy is Ahong's younger brother. I think u all know him. Currently studying at Anglo Chinese School in Singapore. Gud story indeed.

nice one

just curios about his father can be so calm about his son's death

hohoho...
of course...
he is my younger brother...

hmm...
now we should use english...

omg.....
my elder bro looks so different now.....
I can still remember very well that you dun look like your avatar.....
hahahha.....
lol......
teach me how to be holic k????
hahahaha

Post unnecessary conversation or debate with others only with 3 to 4 words .... that will work (he even has posted twice the number as I have)

hmmmm....
excuse me
may i knw who is tat????

wow...
but actually i sheldom post a reply consist of 3 to 4 words...

Alx:do you mean SzChew??he is my brother...

then what about me

maybe you're a real maniac??
who knows??
hohoho...Jk...
Piz...
No Offense...

just got nothing to do

hahahaha
i knw olredi
i think another man
hmmmm
yeah i think wat tatsu said is true

who is it?????????????

who do you wanna know jimmou??

Alx:well,half of what tatsu say maybe true...posting unnecessary debate...hohoho...

d Cr34t1v3 wrote:

hahahaha
i knw olredi
i think another man
hmmmm
yeah i think wat tatsu said is true

the another man !!!

may I post a poem??
I think it's a great one...

Hope you all enjoy it..

at the end, everyone need to realize their life
but what is mine

sometimes ago..

long..long time ago..

where there're any creatures..

no humans...


no animals...



no plants.....



no light...
















so...








there's no story to tell..







^^gud nite:genit:

what the heck!!!!






































nice story, by the way

huahhaha...
dat's great. but i had heard it before, got from sms
hehe...

something like this must be very sweet..
If

A is 1

B is 2

C is 3

.

.

Z is 26 then

L+O+V+E =54

And…

F+R+I+E+N+D+S+H+I+P =108

Interesting?

Bcoz friendship is twice stronger than Love…

cal me ben...





call my name..




NOW!!!











i'll gone mad.!!!









but dun call me ben"ZHONG"








huauahhaha..

A Sad Christmas Event
by E T Waldron

He lay in bed
with an IV in one arm, Blood tranfusion in the other, he had a sore the
size of a half dollar starting at the corner of his mouth, it was red
and oozing. A handsome nine year old boy, with deep dark brown eyes
and lashes a women would give an arm for. He stared into my face not
knowing who I was, called me "mother new years". It was 3 days before
Christmas he was in the hospital dying of Leukemia. He was my nephew,
my sisters oldest son.

He had the blood cancer for almost two
years, and now he was near death. Me my husband ,and two sons had
driven from New Jersey to Chicago, straight through
over the Jersey
Turnpike, when my sister called to tell me he was dying. My sister and
I had always been very close and shared everything.

When Dougie called me mother new years, I almost lost it, had to turn away and whispered into my kleenex, god I
hate you. I had been alone with him for an hour giving my sister a break. When she came in and went over to the bed to
ask
if he wanted a drink, he said "Let mother new years give it to me". I
asked her where he got that name from she didn't know. Sadly we never
did find out. The name still haunts me...

Douglas died right
after new years on Jan 5th. It was the first childrens death our
immediate family ever had. I was as close to Douglas as to my own son
who was just a year younger than him, and many took for twins, they
looked so much alike.
For months I had a recurring dream of seeing
my son in the white casket in which Dougie was buried. For many years
Christmas was marred for us.

This was many years ago, and an
unusual note, my sister and I each had two boys. We both lost our
oldest. For some reason this Christmas has bought them back to me like
never before. Makes me wonder why, their spirits are reaching out to me
so strongly now. They are always with me, in my heart, but not with
this intensity. That's why I wrote about it.Maybe I'll get the answer.





Since I am about to have a three-week-exams, I think I should post this story up......Hope y'all enjoy it!!!!
Acknowledgement:
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewShortStory.asp?AuthorID=4750&id=15129