Mom: Wake up honey. Chris is downstairs waiting for you.

Sarah: Oh my gosh. I woke up too late! I still need a shower and everything!


Right when she said that Chris walked into her room smiling from ear to ear.


Chris: No baby. You're beautiful just like that- now come on, I'm starving.

Sarah: Okay.


Sarah got out of bed, put on some clothes, took his hand, and walked out the door to his car and got in.


Sarah: Where are we going? Remember that I have to be home by 1. I have cheerleading practice and you have football.

Chris: I know..


Then Sarah noticed that Chris was really pale-looking.


Sarah: Chris are you feeling okay? You look like you're sick..

Chris: Yeah; it's just my allergies.

Sarah: Are you sure? Did you go to the doctor yet?

Chris: Yeah.. I went yesterday. They just said to take some allergy pills and that I'll be okay.


Sarah turned to look away from Chris.
She knew there was something wrong.
She has allergies and she doesn't look like that.
Then he reached out and held her hand.


Sarah: Chris your hands are so cold. I dont think you're okay tell me what's really wrong.. do we need to go back to the house?

Chris: I promise you baby; everything is okay.. they told me to go back tomorrow but I'm not going because there's nothing wrong with me.

Sarah: Chris you need to go! If they told you to then there is something wrong!


Chris let go of her hand and turned back to the road and didn't talk to her the rest of the way.
Sarah just looked at him.
They finally pulled up to the resturaunt and ate breakfast.


Chris: Did you bring your cheerleading stuff or do we have to go back to your house to get it?

Sarah: I have it.. do you really think you should go to football practice like that ?

Chris: Yes Sarah. I'm fine.

Sarah: If you say so..

Chris: Sarah, baby, would I lie to you?

Sarah: No...


They got back in the car and went to the field.
They got out and started practice.
Sarah was practicing a new cheer, but then out of no where she heard a boy yell,



'HE'S NOT MOVING SOMEONE CALL 911! HELP COACH!'


Right when she heard that she turned around and saw Chris on the ground just laying there, not moving.
She ran to him but her dad pushed her back.


Dad: No honey. You shouldn't be right here.


Sarah started to cry.


Sarah: Daddy. What happened? Is he okay?

Dad: Honey. Please just go back with your coach.


Sarah walked back and sat on the bench with her head in her hands while an ambulance came and took him away.
She got in the car with her dad and they went to the hospital.
When they got there his mom was already there and talking to the doctor.
They walked over and listened...


Doctor: You may want to sit down for this.

Chris's Mom: Is he okay?

Doctor: Ma'am.. your son has lukiemia. We can put him on treatments, but he might not make it because the cancer has already spread too much.



Sarah was shocked and began to cry on her dads shoulder.


Chris's Mom: Treatments?

Doctor: Well the treatments would cause hair loss... but it will help slow the cancer down.

Chris's Mom: But he's certain to die?

Doctor: Yes.. but we have had this surgery to clear out the clogs.. but it's possible that he will not make it.

Chris's Mom: I will have to talk to him about this. Can we see him now?

Doctor: Yes. One at a time though.



Chris's mom looked over at Sarah and hugged her tight she knew that Sarah loved him with all her heart.



Chris's Mom: You go first sweetheart.

Sarah: Are you sure?

Chris's Mom: Yes honey.



Sarah walked slowly to his room and turned the knob.
She just stood there, looking at him lying there weak.
He was so pale and he had tubes surrounding him.
It was painful for her to look at him.
Chris looked at her and weakly smiled at her.
She went over and kneeled down beside him.



Chris: Did they already tell you?

Sarah: Yes...

Chris: I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't want you to find out like this.

Sarah: It's okay; I understand Chris.

Chris: Baby I love you so much.

Chris reached up and slowly ran his fingers through her hair.

Sarah: I love you too Chris. With all my heart.. and I will be here for you 'till the end.

Chris: Im going to be okay Sarah.


The nurse walked in with Chris's mom.


Nurse: Its her turn now.


Chris looked at Sarah.


Chris: Bye baby.

Sarah: Bye.



Sarah kneeled down and softly kissed his cold lips.

Months went by and Chris lost his hair, but they were still deeply in love and Sarah was by him everyday.
Chris was getting worse to where he couldn't even play football, and the championship game was coming up.

Chris was sitting on Sarah's porch with her and her dad.



Chris: Coach.. I wanna play tomorrow.

Dad: Chris I know you do.. but I can't let you do that.. you'll get hurt.



Chris: No, coach. Please. This might be the last time on the field for me. I want to be able to play one more time.



Dad looked at Chris and then at Sarah.
Sarah nodded her head.



Dad: You're a strong boy, Chris, and very brave. I think we can do this.

Chris: Thank you so much coach.

Sarahs dad nodded his head.


Dad: So what are you two doing tonight?

Chris: I wanna show Sarah something if that's okay.

Dad: Of course; you two be careful.



Chris took Sarah's hand and lead her to his car.
It was completely dark outside when they pulled up to the football field.


Sarah: What are we doing here?

Chris: Follow me.


Chris grabbed a blanket and laid it down onto the field.
They both laid there looking at the stars.



Sarah: This is so beautiful.

Chris: I do this often. I wanted to show you the place I love.

Sarah: Do you remember the flowers you gave me on our very first date?

Chris: Sure I do; I gave you lillies; your favorite.

Sarah: Yeah... I'll never forget that day.

Chris: I want you to always remember something Sarah.

Sarah: What is it?

Chris: I will always be with you.. and I will always love you.. you're my one and only..



Sarah started tearing.




Sarah: I love you so much, Chris.

Chris: And I also want you to be happy.. I want you to marry someone, have kids, make a family, just live a happy life for me.

Sarah: No. I will never marry anyone.. im marrying you Chris

Chris: Just don't forget what I told you.



Chris leaned in and kissed her.
She pushed him off and jumped up



Sarah: You still think you can catch me?

Chris: Oh yeah. I'm stronger than I look.

Sarah: Then come get me.



Chris stood up and chaised her around the football feild until he finally caught her.
He laid on top of her and put her hands behind her back and held her there so she couldn't move.
Then it started to rain and they were getting soaked but they didn't care.



Chris looked deep into her eyes.

Chris: Who's the weak one now huh?

Sarah: Me (she giggled)

Chris: Remember what you told me that night when we were at dinner?

Sarah: No.. what?

Chris: You have always wanted to kiss in the rain with the one you love.

Sarah: Yeah?

Chris: Well your wish is my comand.



Chris leaned down and kissed her deeply.
He pulled away.


Chris: You're so beautiful.

Sarah: You're such a good kisser. (she laughed.. so did he)

Chris: I better get you home.



They got into the car and went home.
It was hard for them to sleep that night but they did.
It was finally the big day and they were all at the football field.
Chris had on all his football gear, and Sarah was ready to cheer him on.
The game began.
The crowd was going wild for Chris while Sarah was cheering her heart out for him.
The score was 36 to 36.
All they had to do was make one more point and they would win.
Chris had the ball and ran with all he had to the touchdown line and threw the ball down.
He had made a touch down!
Everyone was cheering.
They had won the game!
But for Chris.. he may have lost his life.
He fell to the ground trying to catch his breath.
Sarah ran to him and kneeled down over him.
He looked up at her gasping for breath.
Everyone was heading to the field.
Her dad stood infront of them.



Dad: Back away.. give them a moment please.. that's my daughter's love.

Chris gently raised his hand and whiped her tears away.

Sarah: Don't die Chris.. I need you.. I love you..

Chris: I told you this was my dream to win the championship.. to be in the big game.. to die on this feild.. I made history.



Sarah leaned down and kissed him, knowing this was the last she would ever kiss him, the last time she would ever talk to him.
She had so much to say but had no time to say it.



Chris: I love you baby. Tell Mom I love her too.. and tell coach thank you.

Sarah: I love you Chris. I love you so much.

Chris: I'll wait for you.....



Chris's hand dropped and he let go.
He died that night on the football feild.
Sarah cried for 2 months straight.
Sarah was lying on her bed when her dad walked in.



Dad: Honey, it's been 2 months. Please get up. He would want you to have fun and be happy.

Sarah: I know..

Dad: Guess what.

Sarah: What?

Dad: They are building a new stadium. Isn't that great honey? Come on, I want you to come with me before they tear the old one down.


Sarah got up and went with her dad to the field.
They climbed to the top of the bleachers and looked down.



Sarah: It's like it was just yesterday. He was out there throwing the football, making that touchdown.


Her dad wrapped his arms around her and she began to cry.


Dad: I know baby.. I know.

Then Sarah noticed something on the feild.

Sarah: Whats that daddy? Look. (Sarah pointed to the field)

Dad: Look like some flowers are blooming.

Sarah: Oh my gosh, daddy! Stop them! Don't let them tear this down! Please! Chris planted me something!!!



Her dad ran down there and stopped them.
Weeks later the flowers had bloomed.
Her and her dad went to look at them.
They were lilies that left a message saying, 'I Love You'.

OKAY so my friend was moving to alabama and we live in california and she was a girl so me and her an a couple of friends went to go eat in this chinese restuarant and we were so crazy we went on top of the table and it almost fell over so we left them a 10 dollar tip after that we went to the liqer store and each of us got two redbulls and a monster so we all went to the park and hanged out we were so hyper we played hide and seek it was like 10 pm then we went to the drug store and we buyed a coffe and a rockstar and we went to the park again and the cops saw us and started chasing us so we all split up so me and this guy were hiding together so we kissed an we noticed there was the police coming and we were hiding in a stupid place so we got out of the bush and they camed by and told us if weve seen anything suspicious and we told them there was to guys running by and the went to go chase them lol we lied to cops so i texted all of my friends and we all went to my house and talked and sayed bye to my friend the one moving to alabama and we all went home

One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it: -- it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN'T have had any hand in the mischief.

The way Dinah washed her children's faces was this: first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then with the other paw she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose: and just now, as I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was lying quite still and trying to purr -- no doubt feeling that it was all meant for its good.

But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner of the great arm-chair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up and down till it had all come undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own tail in the middle.

`Oh, you wicked little thing!' cried Alice, catching up the kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand that it was in disgrace. `Really, Dinah ought to have taught you better manners! You OUGHT, Dinah, you know you ought!' she added, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage -- and then she scrambled back into the arm-chair, taking the kitten and the worsted with her, and began winding up the ball again. But she didn't get on very fast, as she was talking all the time, sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself. Kitty sat very demurely on her knee, pretending to watch the progress of the winding, and now and then putting out one paw and gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad to help, if it might.

`Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty?' Alice began. `You'd have guessed if you'd been up in the window with me -- only Dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn't. I was watching the boys getting in stick for the bonfire -- and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only it got so cold, and it snowed so, they had to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we'll go and see the bonfire to-morrow.' Here Alice wound two or three turns of the worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look: this led to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards and yards of it got unwound again.

`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on as soon as they were comfortably settled again, `when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous darling! What have you got to say for yourself? Now don't interrupt me!' she went on, holding up one finger. `I'm going to tell you all your faults. Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face this morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty: I heard you! What that you say?' (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) `Her paw went into your eye? Well, that's YOUR fault, for keeping your eyes open -- if you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't make any more excuses, but listen! Number two: you pulled Snowdrop away by the tail just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What, you were thirsty, were you?

How do you know she wasn't thirsty too? Now for number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't looking!

`That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of them yet. You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday week -- Suppose they had saved up all MY punishments!' she went on, talking more to herself than the kitten. `What WOULD they do at the end of a year? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the day came. Or -- let me see -- suppose each punishment was to be going without a dinner: then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go without fifty dinners at once! Well, I shouldn't mind THAT much! I'd far rather go without them than eat them!

`Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again." And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about -- whenever the wind blows -- oh, that's very pretty!' cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. `And I do so WISH it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.

`Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it seriously. Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as if you understood it: and when I said "Check!" you purred! Well, it WAS a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't been for that nasty Knight, that came wiggling down among my pieces. Kitty, dear, let's pretend -- ' And here I wish I could tell you half the things Alice used to say, beginning with her favourite phrase `Let's pretend.' She had had quite a long argument with her sister only the day before -- all because Alice had begun with `Let's pretend we're kings and queens;' and her sister, who liked being very exact, had argued that they couldn't, because there were only two of them, and Alice had been reduced at last to say, `Well, YOU can be one of them then, and I'LL be all the rest." And once she had really frightened her old nurse by shouting suddenly in her ear, `Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyaena, and you're a bone.'

But this is taking us away from Alice's speech to the kitten. `Let's pretend that you're the Red Queen, Kitty! Do you know, I think if you sat up and folded your arms, you'd look exactly like her. Now do try, there's a dear!' And Alice got the Red Queen off the table, and set it up before the kitten as a model for it to imitate: however, the thing didn't succeed, principally, Alice said, because the kitten wouldn't fold its arms properly. So, to punish it, she held it up to the Looking-glass, that it might see how sulky it was -- `and if you're not good directly,' she added, `I'll put you through into Looking-glass House. How would you like THAT?'

`Now, if you'll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so much, I'll tell you all my ideas about Looking-glass House. First, there's the room you can see through the glass -- that's just the same as our drawing room, only the things go the other way. I can see all of it when I get upon a chair -- all but the bit behind the fireplace. Oh! I do so wish I could see THAT bit! I want so much to know whether they've a fire in the winter: you never CAN tell, you know, unless our fire smokes, and then smoke comes up in that room too -- but that may be only pretence, just to make it look as if they had a fire. Well then, the books are something like our books, only the words go the wrong way; I know that, because I've held up one of our books to the glass, and then they hold up one in the other room.

`How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they'd give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn't good to drink -- But oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a little PEEP of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it's very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different on beyond. Oh, Kitty! how nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking- glass House! I'm sure it's got, oh! such beautiful things in it!

Let's pretend there's a way of getting through into it, somehow, Kitty. Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through. Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare! It'll be easy enough to get through -- ' She was up on the chimney-piece while she said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there. And certainly the glass WAS beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.

In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room. The very first thing she did was to look whether there was a fire in the fireplace, and she was quite pleased to find that there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as the one she had left behind. `So I shall be as warm here as I was in the old room,' thought Alice: `warmer, in fact, because there'll be no one here to scold me away from the fire. Oh, what fun it'll be, when they see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!'

Then she began looking about, and noticed that what could be seen from the old room was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest was a different as possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall next the fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of it in the Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, and grinned at her.

`They don't keep this room so tidy as the other,' Alice thought to herself, as she noticed several of the chessmen down in the hearth among the cinders: but in another moment, with a little `Oh!' of surprise, she was down on her hands and knees watching them. The chessmen were walking about, two and two!

`Here are the Red King and the Red Queen,' Alice said (in a whisper, for fear of frightening them), `and there are the White King and the White Queen sitting on the edge of the shovel -- and here are two castles walking arm in arm -- I don't think they can hear me,' she went on, as she put her head closer down, `and I'm nearly sure they can't see me. I feel somehow as if I were invisible -- '

Here something began squeaking on the table behind Alice, and made her turn her head just in time to see one of the White Pawns roll over and begin kicking: she watched it with great curiosity to see what would happen next.

`It is the voice of my child!' the White Queen cried out as she rushed past the King, so violently that she knocked him over among the cinders. `My precious Lily! My imperial kitten!' and she began scrambling wildly up the side of the fender.

`Imperial fiddlestick!' said the King, rubbing his nose, which had been hurt by the fall. He had a right to be a LITTLE annoyed with the Queen, for he was covered with ashes from head to foot.

Alice was very anxious to be of use, and, as the poor little Lily was nearly screaming herself into a fit, she hastily picked up the Queen and set her on the table by the side of her noisy little daughter.

The Queen gasped, and sat down: the rapid journey through the air had quite taken away her breath and for a minute or two she could do nothing but hug the little Lily in silence. As soon as she had recovered her breath a little, she called out to the White King, who was sitting sulkily among the ashes, `Mind the volcano!'

`What volcano?' said the King, looking up anxiously into the fire, as if he thought that was the most likely place to find one.

`Blew -- me -- up,' panted the Queen, who was still a little out of breath. `Mind you come up -- the regular way -- don't get blown up!'

Alice watched the White King as he slowly struggled up from bar to bar, till at last she said, `Why, you'll be hours and hours getting to the table, at that rate. I'd far better help you, hadn't I?' But the King took no notice of the question: it was quite clear that he could neither hear her nor see her.

So Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more slowly than she had lifted the Queen, that she mightn't take his breath away: but, before she put him on the table, she thought she might as well dust him a little, he was so covered with ashes.

She said afterwards that she had never seen in all her life such a face as the King made, when he found himself held in the air by an invisible hand, and being dusted: he was far too much astonished to cry out, but his eyes and his mouth went on getting larger and larger, and rounder and rounder, till her hand shook so with laughing that she nearly let him drop upon the floor.

`Oh! PLEASE don't make such faces, my dear!' she cried out, quite forgetting that the King couldn't hear her. `You make me laugh so that I can hardly hold you! And don't keep your mouth so wide open! All the ashes will get into it -- there, now I think you're tidy enough!' she added, as she smoothed his hair, and set him upon the table near the Queen.

The King immediately fell flat on his back, and lay perfectly still: and Alice was a little alarmed at what she had done, and went round the room to see if she could find any water to throw over him. However, she could find nothing but a bottle of ink, and when she got back with it she found he had recovered, and he and the Queen were talking together in a frightened whisper -- so low, that Alice could hardly hear what they said.

The King was saying, `I assure, you my dear, I turned cold to the very ends of my whiskers!'

To which the Queen replied, `You haven't got any whiskers.'

`The horror of that moment,' the King went on, `I shall never, NEVER forget!'

`You will, though,' the Queen said, `if you don't make a memorandum of it.'

Alice looked on with great interest as the King took an enormous memorandum-book out of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden thought struck her, and she took hold of the end of the pencil, which came some way over his shoulder, and began writing for him.

The poor King look puzzled and unhappy, and struggled with the pencil for some time without saying anything; but Alice was too strong for him, and at last he panted out, `My dear! I really MUST get a thinner pencil. I can't manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of things that I don't intend -- '

`What manner of things?' said the Queen, looking over the book (in which Alice had put `THE WHITE KNIGHT IS SLIDING DOWN THE POKER. HE BALANCES VERY BADLY') `That's not a memorandum of YOUR feelings!'

There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while she sat watching the White King (for she was still a little anxious about him, and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted again), she turned over the leaves, to find some part that she could read, ` -- for it's all in some language I don't know,' she said to herself.

It was like this.

YKCOWREBBAJ sevot yhtils eht dna ,gillirb sawT` ebaw eht ni elbmig dna eryg diD ,sevogorob eht erew ysmim llA .ebargtuo shtar emom eht dnA

She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought struck her. `Why, it's a Looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again."

This was the poem that Alice read.

JABBERWOCKY `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. `Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!' He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum gree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wook, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. `And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

`It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, `but it's RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, ever to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) `Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas -- only I don't exactly know what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's clear, at any rate -- '

`But oh!' thought Alice, suddenly jumping up, `if I don't make haste I shall have to go back through the Looking-glass, before I've seen what the rest of the house is like! Let's have a look at the garden first!' She was out of the room in a moment, and ran down stairs -- or, at least, it wasn't exactly running, but a new invention of hers for getting down stairs quickly and easily, as Alice said to herself. She just kept the tips of her fingers on the hand-rail, and floated gently down without even touching the stairs with her feet; then she floated on through the hall, and would have gone straight out at the door in the same way, if she hadn't caught hold of the door-post. She was getting a little giddy with so much floating in the air, and was rather glad to find herself walking again in the natural way

KATE I LOVE YA UR MY BESTFRIEND AND IF ANYBODY MESSES WITH HER ILL KILL U  SHES THE BEST THING ANYBODY CAN ASK FOR LOVE YA KATE !!!!!

 

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