1 new mail! 1 new mail! 1 new mail!
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I looked at the notice contemplating if I should click it or not. I had just created a new story and it was placed in the school newspaper. My e-mail was placed at the bottom of the article so I could receive comments about it...I was really starting to regret it. Was it a bad e-mail? Was it a good one? My finger hovered over the mouse. To click or not to click. That was the question. Haha, I'm quoting Shakespeare...I think.
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With a sigh, I closed my eyes and clicked. I squeezed my left eye open so I could see just the subject of the e-mail.
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Subject: Newspaper!!
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My heart thumped as I readied myself to read my first comment. I was excited yet totally terrified at the same time. Okay, here goes nothing...
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Please don't. Get me wrong...you had a pretty good story going on here just
when you type up stories make the pages at least 2-4 pages long and add more
both emotional and sympathized words to it as heart breaking to put the
readers more into it and more envolved to make them plead for updates.
Also know when and where to place or end  paragraghs...
-well the best of luck w any more stories you will created and don't let my
critisism bring you down b/c u may bcome an awesome author
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With all friendly hopes anyonymous.
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Okay to say I was P.O.ed was nothing compared to what I was feeling. The person could barely write and they were giving me criticism? I can honestly say I was steamed...with steam coming out of my ears, I was so mad. Geesh it was people like that, that destroys people's hopes and dreams.
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...sigh. I took in a big breath as I realized where my thoughts were going. I could either take this the wrong way...or take it into stride. Okay so all I really wanted to do was find the person who wrote this awful review and punch them in their snotty face.
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...and yet I didn't. Because I was raised better than that of course. I closed my eyes. Then I re-read the comment. The person did stay that I shouldn't take it too hard. And the person, per-se, wasn't trying to be awful...
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I gave a reluctant smile to myself as I realized that there's always going to be someone in the world that you can't please. There's always going to be someone that's going to rag on you. There's always going to be someone who's life mission is to make others horrible. But in the end it's up to you to decide whether your going to let that person ruin your life or just brush that person under the carpet.

"If she would've told me then I wouldn't have sold the car!" 
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"...insurance would've been cheaper."
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"But, no. She didn't want to take the stupid test and I sold the car. Then 2 weeks later she was all Miss. Oh-I-want-to-take-the-test-now!"
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My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to keep the tears from falling. My parents could have at least had the decency to talk about me when I wasn't sitting right behind them. I looked up at the ceiling trying to dry my eyes so the tears would soak back into my eyes instead of onto my shirt.
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I know that I should've taken the test and then they would've still had their car, but I was scared! For goodness sakes, I was a teenager, and a girl one at that! Which entitles me to mood-swings. I told them not to sell the car but they were all like no, we want to sell the car.
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So in all honesty it was their fault...
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...okay it wasn't. I know, I know, I shouldn't blame my parents for my mistakes, still...did they not care about me at all? The only thought going through my mind then was that I hated my parents. And I knew that was wrong and stupid but gosh I hated them right there. It was like they didn't care about my feelings at all. They didn't even try to understand what I felt.
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And when I did try to tell them my mom would bring up the whole 'oh your dad only had a week to learn and he took the test and passed, and I only had 3 weeks'. Talk about a major guilt trip. I know that they birthed me and gave me shelter and food and yada yada, but again I was just a girl teenager with major mood-swings.
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So unable to stand their not so discreet talk about me, I ran to my room because I wasn't able to hold the tears back anymore.
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Not a minute later I heard my mom's voice asking 'What's wrong?" I dried my tears the best I could and responded back a normal as possible, "I'm okay." Which was a total lie and I knew that. Didn't stop me from doing it though. I didn't want her to feel guilty and go all into mommy mode. I just was not ready for that.
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I took a deep breath as I heard a knock on my door. Oh what a surprise it was my 'mommy'. I gave her a deadpan, "what?" She analyzed me looking for goodness knows what. She probably thought I was doing drugs or something. 
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Over her shoulder though I saw my little brother's head peeking out from his bedroom door and he flashed me an understanding smile. I smiled in response because at least I wasn't the only one feeling the way I did. It was nice to know that someone understood.