Is Popular Culture Responsible for the (Bad) Behavior of Today's Youth?

Let’s face it, young people (birth to about 25 years of age) are highly impressionable as evidenced in such acts as copy-cat crimes (the phase of school bomb threats) and dressing alike in the fashion choices and having other like material goods. Also, children are brought into the world and are raised with the viewpoint that people are kind, trustworthy, willing to jump in and save them and no matter what happens, things have a fairy-tale ending. From birth, they are lead to believe in magic and miracles such as Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and other mystical entities that their parents and media portray as existant. Then, they are exposed to media such as Disney movies where good ALWAYS triumphs over evil, that there are handsome princes out there that are the perfect gentlemen and treat women like precious creatures. Or, that all women are thin, curvy, large breasted beauties who give up their identites and sense of individuality to be with men, because having a man is all that matters. It only gets worse from there… until they are adults and realize life is nothing like anything they have been exposed to for more than a decade.

Yes, parents are to blame (in part) for the behaviors of their kids and young adults by trying to be their friends instead of parents, failure to properly discipline and a generally permissive parenting style (such as letting their teens have at-home, supervised drinking parties).

However, I am interested in discussing the impact of *popular culture* and its role in the behaviors, attitudes and morals of today’s youth. Especially the negative aspects and how it forms the psyche.

The evidence I am citing is such pop-culture phenomena such as the "Twilight" series. Does it lead youth to believe that it is okay to hem and haw when it comes to dating, that violence in the name of love is acceptable, that it is just fine to lose yourself and sacrifice yourself in the name of love. Is "Twilight" setting a bad example for today’s youth?

Also I am thinking about Taylor Swift and her lyrics (self-written, suposedly). Does it lead young females to believe that love is all that matters in life, that it is all love-sunshine-rainbows and puppy dogs, and not the darker side and pitfalls such as actually working to make a relationship work (and it is HARD work!) infidelity, abuse, being treated without respect, getting dumped for whatever reason, STDs and the other plethora of negative results that happen more than the "happy ending". Do you think such rose-tinted songs lead to more disillusionment and disappointment in young relationships? And what about today’s R&B and Rap lyrics? They glamourize material goods, treating women like objects, sexual and otherwise. One only has to listen to the music?

Then, there is Miley Cyrus and her transformation from the sweet, loveable and girl next door to uber-skankarella, who seems to be dressing less as she matures. Does that give young girls the impression that to catch a man’s eye or be worthy of any attention, you must dress like a street-walker?

And what about the impact of popular culture on youth consumerism? Today’s youth are exposed to the gluttonous materialism of pop-culture icons. They all drive fast luxury autos, have ridiculous items (like clothing for dogs and special satchels to carry them, diamond encrusted cellphones, whatever). Does this make today’s youth feel if they can’t have it, they have no worth?

Going further, what about the morals of today’s pop-culture icons? Does Tiger Woods (Jesse James and the other) and his resultant scandal lead youth to believe that cheating on your significant other is acceptable and even glamourous? Does the drama of reality television such as "Jersey Shore", "Real Housewives of…", "The Bachelor/Bachelorette" and the like lead youth to believe to make life worth living and exciting, one must fall into the drama and live for the drama (that does nothing but disintigrate relationships and make them come off as selfish, egotisitical and shallow)? What about "American Idol’s" impact? Does that give youth the reasoning that anyone can and does deserve to be famous, even the people who are generally bereft of real talent?

I am sorry this is so long, but I wanted to give proof to my argument of the bad in pop-culture and I would love your take on this stance. Please, serious answers only! Thank you for sticking with my evidence and hearing me out! YOUR TURN!!!!
I am not blaming pop culture on my problems. I grew up disdaining pop culture and never went with or cared for what was popular in my day. I found my own path, but have spent my life observing and disecting society and am disturbed by what is transpiring. I am 27 years old, by the way.

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My dog has a preference in water bowls. Do you have a picky pet too?

I have 2 water bowls set out for my dog. That way if one goes dry she will not be without water until I notice it.

Well I noticed that she would empty one bowl and not touch the other one. It doesn’t matter if I empty the bowl and put fresh water in it, rinse it or wash it with soap – she just doesn’t like that bowl.

I know it is the bowl because I swapped the bowls so they were the opposite places in the house, and she started going to the other spot with the "better" bowl to drink.

It is just weird.

Do you have any funny stories about picky pets?

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How to deal with my procrastinating husband!?

I’ve been married for one year now and together for three with my husband. When we first married we bought a beautiful home with two car garage for his work vehicle and my PT Cruiser. I even have my own garage door opener. Now I can’t even step into the garage because it is literally packed from floor to ceiling with a car project, equipment, auction "finds" related to his vehicle, tools, etc. It is so embarrasing that my husband had told me not to look inside, but I had to in order to get to the air compressor to air up my low tire. Ugh! It’s horrible in there! We have a built in pool which is currently green in color because he refuses to hire a pool cleaner; says "he’ll" do it himself. Ha! Our dishwasher has a water leak so I have to wash all dishes daily by hand cause he won’t let me call in a repairman because "he’ll" fix it. Ha! I’ve been handwashing dishes now for 4 months. I can barely step my way into the home office to get to the computer because he has it filled will 3 bags of papers that he needs to sort through (they’ve been sitting there for 3 months and haven’t been touched, along with samples from his company that are in every corner. He brought his two dogs (large sized) to our new home and guess who feeds and cares for them? Their poop is everywhere and he can never get the time to clean up after them so who has to get it done? You guessed it. I’m disgusted by it all and embarrased when company comes over. I have brought everything to his attention over time but he doesn’t want to be "nagged" about it so I’ve given up on it all. The problem for me is that I deal with depression and all of this compounds the problem. How do I get him to take care of these repairs and clean up? He’ll sit for hours in front of the computer and play games because he hates to "deal" with it all. Is there any hope?
Any suggestions other than "leave him", "divorce him", etc. I’m not interested in divorcing the man, just how to get him off his ass.
Thank you, Piggly50! I enjoyed your answer the best although several others were good as well. For the rest of you, I’m already mowing front lawn and back lawn including edging and picking up the dog poo. I keep the inside home clean, laundry done, cooking, ironing, grocery shopping, bill paying, errand running, etc. etc. Please don’t expect me to clean the pool, pick up dog poo, etc. etc.

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American Idol – do you agree with my Girl Rankings?

(1) Lilly Scott – so far she’s the best of the many "Megan Joy-esque Deciples" with her unique sound and singing style. A perfect song choice last night didn’t expose any weaknesses.

(2) Crystal Bowersox – Many Idol contestants claim that Music is their Life but few can really make you believe it like Crystal. The girl has yellow teeth and looks like she hasn’t showered for a week for God’s Sake. Her Passion/Desperation is a good thing and is visibly apparent when she performs. Not the greatest voice of the bunch but the best authenticity and just oozing talent. She needs to be careful not to get into trouble during her post-song interviews and alienate viewers. Her back-talking comment, "They won’t let us sing original songs" could have easily come-off wrong but she quickly saved herself with a "David Bowie would be fun" comment.

(3) Didi Benami – Another girl that looks like she hasn’t showered in a few days in a cute Hippy-ish kind of way. Had one of the Home Run songs from Hollywood which made her a favorite coming in to this week and she was very good on a very fitting song choice last night. She changed up the composition of the song to make it her own and seems to have very good instincts as to when and how to make such changes which makes her very intriguing and very talented.

(4) Haeley Vaughn – I know I will take alot of abuse for having her so high as she got skewered by the judges last night for her rendition of "Hold My hand." Was her composition of the song pretty bad? Yes. Was she vocally kind of all over the map? Yes. Is she vocally one of the most talented in this group? Absolutely. Ok so her arrangement of the song sucked, but if you look past that to her actual voice, it was really good. She legitimately has a really really good voice and it is the most unique in the competition. She’s got mad chops dog….but maybe she shouldn’t mess with the arrangement.

(5) Katie Stevens – she reminds of Kelly Clarkson right down to the possibility of her weight blowing up at any moment. Granted, she isn’t quite as good as Clarkson vocally, but few are and she is pretty damn close. Her performance was annoying and she looks like she’s been watching way too much "Glee" with some of her movements on stage but vocally she’s a killer.

(6) Katelyn Epperly – Good. Not Great. Lacked emotion. She looks way better without the fancy makeup, fancy clothes and fancy hairdoo. Safe song didn’t expose many weaknesses or have any wow moments.

(7) Siobhan Magnus – Wow does this girl creep me out. I’m talking dissecting frogs in her room and keeping the bones under her bed creeps me out. Vocally, she seems good. One of those girls where her lower register is nothing special and her upper register is way more appealing. Safe song with no real wow moments for me.

(8) Paige Miles – She was ok. I wasn’t blown out of my chair like the judges were. She wasn’t bad vocally but I didn’t hear anything special from her. Needs to quickly make an impression on the viewers to make up for her complete lack of tv time if she wants to stick around long.

(9) Janell Wheeler – she would be last on this list if it weren’t for the Home Run performance she had in Hollywood. Therefore I know she is capable of having wow moments even if she was god-awful last night.

(10) Ashley Rodriguez – bad song choice. I am totally all for picking artists that are current like Leona Lewis, but the one thing that is more important is to pick songs that people know! Nobody has heard that song before and it was boring and she didn’t give us anything vocally to impress us.

(11) Michelle Delamore – completely lacking any emotion whatsoever! Someone needs to check for a heartbeat just to make sure she’s alive! Vocally, she seems ok but my god girl wake-up on stage!

(12) Lacey Brown – one of the two Bad vocal performances (the other being janelle). Lacy really picked a bad song because the Dixie Chicks version is so engrained in people’s heads and she didn’t change it up enough to get that version out of our heads and she didnt sing it nearly as good as the dixie chicks. She was actually pretty bad vocally.

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What is patriotism, and what does it mean by being truely patriotic?

Why do murders, lies, deceptions, and many acts of sin deemed ok in the name of patriotism?
Isn’t patriotism really just a glorified jumbo version of selfish, prejudice, racism?
What is the big difference between "I would kill anyone for my country!" and "I would kill my neighbor for his pool and to get rid of his annoy dogs"
When is loving ones nation meaning hating all other nations?
Why do we put so much more hatred toward, Iraqis killing American, than an American killing American, or American killing Iraqis?
For that matter, what really define a nation? Is it by beliefs? Is it by region? Is it by skin color? Is it by language? Or ultimately by guns?
Self, Family & Friends, City, Province/State, Country, Earth – Why is country at the top of that pyrmite; where every conflict below it is civil, is "ok", but take another step up, it is serious and grievous. (I am pretty sure more American have being killed by American, than Iraqis)
Who gets to define who is the "enemy nation"?
When we save lives, why do we care what nationlity they are?
Are we being patriotic when we are "celebrating" another nations civil misfortune?

I love my country, but how do we draw the line between loving my country and hating the rest?
betty – obviously we are not really not talking about the same thing here… i am not talking patriotism just for USA, pretty sure u have all the rights and liberties and freedom if there is no country and government.
Being Patriotic stems from self preservation – i agree, but i am asking how far is too far (most of the time it is not the scenario of live or die, yet horrible/ugly things have been done in the name of patriotism), and how are u defining the "self" here (aren’t we all human here? who are to say which citizen of which nation deserves more to live than the other one? if u r born in French, but spent ur whole life in Germany, who should u be patriotic to? and why?)
"In terms of terror management theory, the fear of death pushes us together with one group but escalates violence with the outgroup. " – that sounds brilliant
i understand the "pushes us together" part, but y does it lead to "escalates violence", they don’t seem to be that connected.
i got this off wikipedia
"Among the ancient Greeks, patriotism consisted of notions concerning language, religious traditions, ethics, law and devotion to the common good, rather than pure identification with a nation-state"
"fascism, a radical and authoritarian nationalist ideology"
i also got this from somewhere (forgot) – "Patriotism is merely politically manipulated altruism"

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dream about a haunted house, very horrifying?

I can’t remember all of it (I rarely do)… but last night I had this dream I was really bad into drugs. all of my friends would run away from me. finally, I went to rehab and when I got out, I go to a haunted house. I wait in line for a very long time, talk to people, etc. finally, we get in… there are no scary, haunted house things. just a gift shop, in which I buy some pointless things like a life boat, pool sticks, fake rubber hand, and some other things that I can’t remember. I end up having to put it all up on this counter though to walk through some sort of tunnel or cave. when I come out the other side, I forget about it all and come across one of my old friends (which, in real life, wasn’t a friend at all… but a girl from the movie ‘factory girl’ who had abandoned edie – main character). she walks up to me and starts to act like we’re still friends. I remind her of how she ran away, etc… finally forgive her regardless of how badly she had hurt me. she lies and said she had no idea I was addicted to heroin and other such drugs. we walk on and I remember all the things I left at the haunted house. I then meet up with my ex boyfriend (devin) and his best friend (drew). we get on this small boat and head back towards the haunted house. halfway there a dog attacks us. everyone tries to stop it but it keeps coming at me, biting my hands and fingers. I end up breaking its jaw on accident. devin then throws a worm at me and scolds me for breaking the beast’s jaw. I struggle to get it off of my back but it keeps breaking apart like it’s digging inside of my skin. finally, I jump in the water and start to swim towards the haunted house, so does devin, drew, and my old friend (who I still don’t know the name of). on the way, I spot bones, rotting hands, and other nasty things. I try and get out but there’s something in the way and I can’t. I then realize there’s a very long line to the haunted house. I get out and scold everyone for even wanting to go in there because its "SO BAD". I wait, and wait, and wait. finally, we get there and start going through. I realize right off that it’s completely different than it was before. I quickly grab devin (ex boyfriend) and things start grabbing at my ankles, jumping out at me, etc. we get to the end, and all of a sudden the hallway begins to flood. my old friend starts to scream and realizes there’s a whole bunch of dead things, including her old dog, on the other side of the gate. we’re lodged against it and go under. I’m holding onto devin for dear life. someone raps around our wrists and we’re pulled. we all wake up in a room full of cages… which I then guess to be the front gate, or where the ‘outcasts/freaks/monsters’ get ready. I realize I haven’t yet gotten my things back yet and its closing hour. I run to the front as they close the gate and yell that I need to go to the lost and found. hesitant at first, they let me in. a short fat lady escorts me to the back, where I find tons of different size, shape, and colored doors on an uneven little road. we try every single one because they ‘never know where the lost and found door will end up next’. this confuses me. she opens doors, and some are up side down. others are sideways or over sized. some have more doors inside of them. she opens one and then another inside of that one, then another tiny one inside of that one and pulls out all of my things inside of the life raft. it’s tiny at first and then expands to its normal size. I thank her thoroughly before the gate keeper steals my belongings and runs off. I run after him, screaming, when he stops to pee. I march towards the raft and he threatens to urinate on me. I’m so desperate at that point that I continue towards the raft, now walking in shallow water. he begins to urinate on me and I continue towards the raft. snatch it, and march off (with a temper). he follows me. slowly stealing things from me without me realizing it. we start down some steps when I finally realize I only have one small thing left (can’t remember what it was now). I begin to fight him but he grabs ahold of me from behind. I start to cry, accusing him of ‘crushing my dreams’. he tells me I’m too young for me dreams to be crushed. I wake up

sorry for the length, but I had to include all I remembered. please tell me what this means?

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What does this dream mean: strange building, live chickens in hot oil becoming dogs, man farting on train?

The dream goes: I enter an office building, and I’m not supposed to be there, so I’m snooping around, and it’s well-lit, not dark. I come around a corner and the guards see me and yell at me, and I make some excuse and start to walk toward the exit, but then there appears a restaurant kitchen, and I pretend I’m going to the restaurant so the guards don’t get angry at me. I stand in front of the open kitchen, and now it has a huge pool of hot cooking oil, which the cooks are using. Suddenly, about 10 live ducks or chickens appear and are floating on the oil, and then, one by one, they heat up and fry into whole fried chickens. The cook cuts some off and I eat it. I pull myself up a few steps into what is supposed to be the dining area, but it becomes a train carriage. There are a few people in the carriage including a heavy-set man who then lets a few loud farts rip. Some of the other passengers express their disgust, but he says, "Hey, what else am I supposed to do?" I exit back into the kitchen area, but now there is a glass window that says the restaurant specializes in dog! And there are a few skinned, frozen dog carcasses propped up by the vat of oil. Any thoughts?

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Angels and Demons;The same purpose?

A select number of Angels are widely believed to be guardians to humans here on Earth. What are the requirements, if any, of having a "guardian angel"? Demons are widely believed to be the tempters who draw us to Hell, and other dark places of existence(depending on your personal beliefs) but does anyone out there believe in a Guardian Demon?

As a child of only two years of age, I was walking alongside my mothers pool and I fell in. My father had gone to work and it was just me and my mother at home. She was inside, doing dishes if I remember correctly. She had told me I could play on the deck if I didn’t go by the pool and didn’t go by the steps.
As a child, of course I did not listen and did the opposite.
In result, I fell in and could not get back out. I had a very small grip on the side of the pool and it was all that would keep me from falling under water.
I remember quite clearly looking up at a tall figure donned in black robes that reached down and lifted me up. I did not see his face, I did not see his hands.
The next thing I remember is being cold and wet standing in front of the slider door and my mother coming to it, very scared.
I told her(she later informed me)that I had been saved by a "big black man" and she looked and looked and could find no one around.

Since that time I have come face to face with death a handful of times and each time, I see this large black figure. Sometimes it is that of a human, other times that of large dog and other times that of an angel with large black wings.

What do you believe?
To "satan.loves" if you do not believe in the existence of such creatures, nor the things involved in the Christian religion, why is your name that which it is? Satan is yet another figure arisen from the text of the Christian Bible.
To EyeQ
I never said that I believe or disbelieve in God or Jesus. I was, in fact, raised in the church and have always wanted to be a youth pastor. However, I want to be sure that what I believe personally will not interfere with what I teach young minds. I also believe there is more to religion, heaven, hell and all the rest than any one singular religion has managed to cover so far. My beliefs stretch far and wide, from both Christian and Pagan type religions.

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Which one of us was rude?

After living in our house for about 7 months, we had a storm that was quite strong, tearing up most of the roofs in the neighborhood. My husband got on the roof to decide the extent of the damage and do some repairs, while my two young children, our 75 lb dog, and I played in the back yard.

A neighbor from across the street (we don’t even know his name) kindly comes over and asks if we need help, bringing his older kids (about 8 and 10, I would guess). Before I can even answer him, he reaches over the gate to open the latch, sending my dog into a frenzy. He opens the gate and steps in, acting surprised that my dog rushes to him. Fortunately, he stood still at that point, and I was able to grab the dog and take him to the garage.

He takes a bag of shingles up to the roof, leaving me with his 8 year old daughter, who then proceeds to the gate surrounding the pool, which I had closed to keep my young kids out. I tell her we leave the gate closed for safety, but she pushes and bumps against it until she defeats the latch and gets onto the deck, splashing in the pool. When my 4 year old tells her she’s not supposed to be up there, she calls her a name, I don’t really remember what it was – not too bad but definitely uncalled for. My husband told her "You do not speak to my daughter that way."

Then I have to go in for a minute to grab something for my husband. I take my kids with me, not wanting to leave them around the pool, and lock the door behind me because this girl has been asking to come in the house for several weeks, and she seems to have no sense of boundary (we found her in the garage with our dog, who was chained there, barking like crazy). When I come back, she has pulled down the curtains on the outside of the door, and actually tries to push past me into the house, bumping into me two or three times. I stand there, blocking her, and say firmly, "No, ma’am, I said no." Which is exactly how I talk to my kids.

After this, the neighbor man quickly leaves, taking his daughter with him, and now they don’t seem as friendly as they did before. Even five months later, I wonder if he was insulted by this, and feel a little bad, but at the same time wonder how we could have responded any better to such a breach of what we view as courteous respect of boundaries. What do you think?

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Is my story good?

I want to be a writer but I’m scared my stories are dumb, also, they are kinda short to be a novel, and i have a website for people that have stories or poems and want people to read them, u can email them and I’ll post them : freewebs.com/stories2share
thanks!

Survive
This is my newest short story, I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I like writing action-y weird stories, but don’t think I’m some disturbed-weird person because I like watching action, thriller and scary movies and they give me new ideas for stories. lol

Part 1

The music was blaring. Everybody swayed to the beat of the music and some people danced. Blue disposable cups swarmed over every surface possible in the main rooms people were in: the living and family room, the basement, and the loft.
Amanda ran upstairs to find her friend in the master suite bathroom, the birthday boy, Eric, talking to some girl. It was his sixteenth birthday party, his birthday really was a few weeks ago, but they had to have the party this late. She swung open the door when she heard his voice; Eric holding some large bottle, drinking it, but she couldn’t tell what it was until he moved his arm and it said " Tequila" and some fancy name underneath.
"Eric." She said through her teeth, "what is that you are drinking?"
"Something," he replied.
"Eric, why are you drinking? Beer is ONE thing, but tequila is another! You know you have to drive me home tonight! Put it down!" She glared at him, then slammed the door.
Amanda tromped down the stairs, avoiding the dancing people and ran out the door. She got outside and sat on the bench, she dialed Sam’s number and waited for her to answer.
"Hi Sam!" She shouted over the loud music in the background. Sam was in the house at the party too, but Amanda didn’t feel like searching for her since she was really stressed out. She said hi too, when Amanda and heard her swallowing something and wondered if she was drinking too. Ignoring it she said "I found Eric drinking something. Alcohol. So what do you think of that?"
"It’s really not that big of a deal, everybody drinks Amanda. Lots of kids snuck them from Eric’s parent’s bar." Sam said.
"I don’t care! I know I might be sounding corny to you Sam but we are underaged and we have to drive home! And if we get caught, half of us don’t even have our licenses, only our permits…" after she said that, Amanda closed her phone. She marched right over to the front door and made the biggest entrance she could make.
Amanda searched the whole house and found thirteen people drinking, and snatched their bottles and dumped the drinks down the drain. After that, she filled them all at different levels as before with water, luckily they were all dark bottles so you couldn’t really tell about colors. Oh, the suprise the kids will get when they try drinking it again, but then again, what about Eric’s parents? Oh well, the kids had to drive back, and I don’t want anybody to get hurt…
She met with all of her friends in the backyard around 10:30. She saw Eric come through the backdoor with a bottle again, and was drinking it. He was so drunk, he couldn’t even tell he was drinking water!
"Why did you take our drinks Amanda? " Eric said, "You know, like everybody is so mad at you." Then they started talking about how they were going to hunt her down and beat her up…?
"I can’t believe you." She mumbled under her breath. They couldn’t hear her, but even if they could like, they would even remember it.
Then, everyone started talking to each other with their hand in front of their face like they didn’t want Amanda to hear, and then snatched her cup of punch and hid behind the bushes.
"You guys are acting so childish!" she yelled. Then they came back.
"We SWEAR we didn’t do anything to your cup." Eric said. She asked "Then why did they take it in the first place!" But like she really believed that they didn’t do anything to it. They kept getting closer to her and said "Drink it! Drink it!". If she told them she knew they did something to it, then they would be mad at her, and then they’d say she didn’t trust them. Only one cup of stuff she told herself, one BIG cup of stuff. She couldn’t decide, what would my parents think? But that was later and this is now, my friends in my face. She felt every second tick by. Amanda picked up the cup from Sam’s hand, and drank it. She knew her parents would be really mad at her. After that, she really couldn’t decide whether or not she was their friends anymore for what they did to her.

Part 2

Next, she went to the park with her friends. Marc, Eric and Hannah rode in Marc’s car, and Sam and Amanda walked. she insisted they didn’t put one foot in the car after drinking, but thankfully they made it in one piece. Marc and Hannah sat on the end of the double-seated slide. The rest of them sat on the ground .
"So what do you think our parents will do when they see us like this?" Amanda asked.
"You mean if they see us," Eric said. Amanda sort of did a glare at him, and shouted "It’s your faults! You drank, and snuck liquor in my punch!!!" even though she knew she still chose to drink it knowing they did something to it.
Luckily, when Eric passed out then, he was sitting down already. You pig, she thought. Everybody knew Eric drank the most out of all of them. When they were talking again, Hannah passed out in the middle of a sentence. Sam and Marc started arguing until Sam punched Marc in the face and he was knocked out. "Just you and me now Amanda" Sam said, "Amanda, what do we do now? I mean look at all of us…" There was a long pause.
"Well, I give up." Amanda said to Sam, and layed on the soft grass, then looked over at her, but she was already curled up too on the ground, sound asleep.

When Amanda woke up, she tried to stretch and squirm and she opened and closed her eyes in the pillow to get them used to being awake. She yawned, and sat up. It was dim. She reached for her cell phone to check the time when she saw she wasn’t at the park, or even at home. Amanda saw bars, she was in a jail cell. She saw a skeleton under her bed and gasped, ran to the corner of the room and gagged. She looked down at herself and saw she was in a grimy t-shit and shorts that were black and white striped. Some uniforms they have here, Amanda thought. It was a tiny cell. She ran to the divider and tried to dig a little bit of plaster stuff out to make a hole to see through. She looked and saw Hannah on the other side. She looked up and saw there was just enough space to the ceiling so she could climb over, so she did.
Amanda ran to the side of the bed where Hannah was, and she noticed that Hannah was still sleeping. She shook her to jar her out of sleep, but she didn’t budge. Then she smacked her across the face.
"Gosh!" she yelled, and opened her eyes to see who it was and her eyes widened, she realized too that she wasn’t at home.
"Shut up," Amanda snapped quietly and put her hand over Hannah’s mouth. "We’re in jail…I think. Look over there, see those bars? We are in cells, but it might not really be a jail, because I found and old body under my bed, they can’t really do that, can they?" She whispered, and took her hand off of her mouth so she could reply. Just incase it was a real jail, Amanda treated it like a real jail. She climbed over the divider, back to her cell and sat on the bed. "Hello! I would like to make my phone call now!" Then upstairs she heard heavy foot steps, boots, and they trailed heavily and slowly down the stairs until a man appeared at the bottom, in front of Amanda’s cell.
"You won’t be makin’ any phone calls here," The man said. he was dressed in a police uniform, should she believe him? Was he really a police officer? He denied her a phone call, so it mustn’t be.
"Where am I? Is this a real jail? When can we go home-"
"Shut up!" He snapped.
"Let me out!!!" Amanda yelled back. The man turned around and then paused when he heard Amanda start to sob, then when he heard what it was, he continued up the stairs. Amanda got off the floor, brushed herself off, and whispered "Don’t worry." to Hannah’s cell. Through the hole in the wall, she saw Hannah crying. I have to think, how am I going to get out of here? She sat on the bed softly because she remembered it creaking last time she sat down. My retainer! She said in her head. Amanda knew her retainer cost over a hundred bucks, but she had to get out, her mom would understand. She took it out of her mouth and twisted the wires into a stick shape as straight and not kinked as possible. She walked in front of the door and knelt to eye height with the lock and attempted to pick the lock. She remembered doing less complicated locks a few years ago, like her sister’s room… and her sister’s diary, when…CLICK. She cheered in her head and smiled. She opened the door as small as possible just enough to squeeze through, to reduce creaking noises. She walked quickly to Hannah’s cell and studied the outside lock. It was really easy, there was just a lever to pull at the very top, but out of reach because a board blocked the openings of the bars to the person on the inside the cell, then Amanda walked into Hannah’s cell.
"Hannah, I got out, and I got you out now, just get up, we’re free!" She walked toward Hannah and shook her, but when she did, Hannah’s head was separated from her neck and it smacked onto the ground. She stepped back and screamed with hot air coming from her mouth instead of noise.

Part 3

Then, Amanda got up, closed the cell, and went to find her other friends. The next cell was Marc’s, get out!"She said in a strong voice before she ran to free the others. At the end of the room, they saw a pile of their clothes, and they grabbed them and quickly put them on. There was also a window that was big enough to crawl out of. Everyone waited for each other to get out, until-BANG! It sounded close. Amanda turned around and saw two men, one of them was the one she saw already, they were both dressed in police uniforms, and they both had guns.
"Frank, should I tranq’ ‘em?" the new guy said.
"Yep! Get them John!" Then he tried firing, but he missed the first one, but the next four shots, he got them.

The lights shined bright, and Amanda woke up. A short nervous moan brought her back to it. Her head was pounding, and she thought she must have bumped it really hard when she hit the ground. Oh no! She realized, I was tranquilized where am I now? Then, she tried lifting herself, but she couldn’t lift past her waist. She looked down and saw that her wrists, ankles, and waist was tied down to a table. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was muffled, there was a cloth tied around her mouth as a gag. Amanda looked around and she saw Marc, Sam, and Eric all tied up too. They were all awake too. Amanda didn’t understand it. How could someone be so cruel? What did they want from us? What did we do to deserve this? Amanda looked over at Sam and saw that her leg was bleeding, she was the one moaning, and she still moaned while she squirmed. Amanda kept chewing at her gag to get it off, and did. Amanda kept squeezing her wrists back sideways through the cuffs and they were burning, and red, until she finally got one off, reached over, and untied the other cuffs.
Amanda jumped off of the table and freed Eric, Amanda was limping over to Sam’s table when she realized that she was limping, she looked down at her ankle and it was bleeding, her ankle was out of place, and she could see it poking through the skin, she noticed Sam, Eric, Marc all

had injuries too. She painfully popped it backThey all trudged together through the nearest door. SNAP. They all heard a cord snap followed by tick, tick, tick. Out in the hall area, there was a TV, a cartoon appeared on the screen. It was a creepy looking kangaroo with a smirk on its face and it said "Hello. Welcome to the house. Try to get out by 6 AM and you won’t be locked in forever. But there are some traps throughout it, so you better watch ooouuu-out. They noticed a little note card on the side of the TV. Eric picked it up and read it aloud: Beware of the maze, which is really the house. Go quickly and quietly like a little mouse. If you don’t hurry and strive for freedom with each other, then don’t even think about seeing your father or mother.
The TV shut off and they assumed the cord set the timer. The clock on the side of the TV flicked to 12:06, there was six hours left. They went around the corner.
"Should we split up, or stay together?" Eric asked. Everyone shrugged at the same time. Eventually, they decided that they should split: Eric and Marc, and Amanda and Sam. Then every body would use their cell phones and call each other when they found the exit and give directions to help the others find the way out. There was a split in the hallway. Sam stood at one end, and Mark stood at the other, while Eric and Amanda stood in between. Amanda looked into his eyes and said "Eric… be safe. Use your heads so you don’t get killed. Goodbye." Then they split up and went down their paths.
"So it’s just you and me now Amanda. If they die, then we would loose three of our friends! I can’t take that!" Sam said. And Amanda noticed that her voice broke.
"How can this happen to us? What did we do to deserve this? It’s not fair!" Amanda said, and then softly, with her head down "It’s not fair." Back and forth, around corners, dead ends, it seemed like there was no escape. Sam happened to look over and saw Eric looking down, but Marc wasn’t with him.
"Where’s Marc?!" Sam yelled.
"I don’t know! I was walking, and happened to look around and Marc wasn’t there anymore. I started looking for him, but all I saw was a trail of blood, but it stopped at a dead end, but he wasn’t there! There was so much, like he couldn’t possibly be alive anymore! What did they do with

him?!"
"Oh my gosh! See I knew something would happen! I told you!" Sam screamed.
"It isn’t my fault Marc wandered off!" Eric yelled back. Amanda caught a shiny glimpse of something in the corner of her eye as she turned away. It was Marc’s cell phone! She ran over to it and said "Look!” to everyone. She picked it up and flipped it open, and she saw that it was dead. She got her cell phone out to see the time: 2:27, when she saw she had a voicemail. Amanda called her voicemail, "You have one-new-voice-message. First message, sent at 2:16 AM. From "Marc". "Amanda! Heeelp! I’m being-" End of message." Everyone was frozen. It was so loud that everyone else heard. Amanda closed her phone with her face blank and frozen and slipped it back into her pocket.
"They must have put it here on purpose." Eric said.

Part 4

Amanda almost threw up. She couldn’t take that already two of her friends were gone. Then she looked over at Sam and Eric. Not them too. Or what if I’m next. Amanda thought.
"Guys, guys! Pull yourselves together! I’m really sorry to tell you that they are gone! They aren’t coming back! It’s two thirty So be quiet, suck it up and save yourselves while we still have the chance!" Eric yelled, but after he said it, you could tell on his face that he felt sorry for yelling at them. But still even after he said that, Amanda still had a secret crush on him.
"We should stick together this time, three heads are better than one!" Amanda said.
"How about we stand on each other to see where the exit is!" Sam said.
"How about-the walls go up to the ceiling!" Amanda said, "Sorry… I’m just really tired."
"It’s okay Amanda, I am too. I understand." Sam said. They turned around the corner and there was a door. "We made it out!" Sam and Amanda jumped, and Eric looked overly happy. Eric opened it and the smile dropped. Amanda and Sam came to his sides to see what it was, because they didn’t see sky at the top of the doorway. There was a table with Marc on it, he was dead and his skin was black, he was burned. There was another door behind Marc’s table, that had a tiny window, and a sign underneath that said "Caution! Extreme temperatures over 600 Degrees!".
"Let’s go." Amanda said, pulling herself together. They stepped out of the room and shut the door. CLICK. The voice of the kangaroo came on the intercom, "You know what happens when you don’t make it out in time? Carbon Monoxide. Oh and… you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why, ’cause a trap is coming up right ahead, watch out." They ran as fast as they could around corners and down more hallways. Then there was and end, but with two doors. They both said "EXIT" on the top of them.
"… I’ll go in guys." Sam finally said. She stood in front of the left

door, her palm hovering over the nob, she was hesitant, even though she always was the daredevil, even over "Big and Bad" and "Manly" Eric and Marc. She stepped inside, turned around, and looked scared, then, the door swung closed. They heard the noise of a machine starting up. Eric started kicking the door, and Amanda kept pounding on it with her fists. They could hear Sam’s screams on the other side and a burst of steam rushed out of the crack at the bottom of the door. Her screams ended, and all the noise that was left was sizzling noises, the sound of when you put fries in a frier.
"Three." Amanda said, choking back her tears, it was barely audible. "Next it’s, it’s you, or me…"
"Don’t you say that Amanda! Don’t you ever say that! We are gonna make it home! You hear me?!" Eric shouted. Amanda crashed to the floor.
"Just leave me here, go on." She said.
"No… now get up." Eric said in a stern, low voice. He waited for her, but when she didn’t budge, he sat down next to her.
"Don’t give up, obviously the exit is the other door. We made it Amanda! Cheer up! I know… we can’t just forget about the others… but we just gotta get home. Please, just come on." His eyes welled up to the maximum, and a tear slid down from one eye. Amanda hugged him.
"I ‘m so glad you guys have been my best friends. If the others were here, I would say the same thing. Thanks." She said, cheering up. They both stood up, and walked out the door.

Part 5

They stepped onto the dewy grass behind the house. The sun was just peeping rays of light out, and they watched it come up. BAM. The door made a loud clicking noise, it locked, and you could hear sprays from the inside, outside. They ran as fast as they could, and kept looking behind them to make sure nobody was there. It seemed to them, that they ran for miles, and actually, they probably did. Finally, after hours, they saw the figure of a house or a building. They came uo closer to it, expecting someone would be there. At the front door, they knocked, but nobody answered. They started pounding on the door, but still no one answered.
"Should we go in?" Eric asked Amanda, and she shrugged.
"Well, this would be breaking an entry. But the guys might have seen us leave on the cameras. We need someplace to hide!" She replied. Eric lifted his foot to kick the door open, and Amanda was over by the window, but it was already opened. There was thick dust caked on everything.

"How did someone abandon this house? Like they just went out, but never came back? Everything a normal household needs is here, but its just old." Eric said. They kept wandering around, examining the things that were there.
"I found food! Canned food!" Eric said. "But one problem, there’s only four cans."
"And I found a duster, and a rag!" Amanda exclaimed, and tossed Eric the rag, and they dusted away. It was a tiny house, just one bedroom, with one bathroom, and a living area/kitchen. They were so dirty when they were finished cleaning the house. Amanda took a shower, but she had to let it run for twenty minutes because the water was so old that was stored in the pipes. After that, Eric took a shower.
Around seven, they were so bored, there was nothing to do. And they could call, other wise they would have when they arrived, but they couldn’t get any reception on their cell phones because they were in the middle on nowhere. They just sat on the couch and talked.
"I wonder what our parents are thinking right now. I don’t think mine are worrying." Eric said.
"Don’t say that Eric! They care about you, they were probably upset that you didn’t have the house cleaned and ready for them like you were supposed to, but then again, we were kidnapped, so we really couldn’t."
"Amanda, I’m really sorry I got us all into this mess. If I hadn’t started drinking, and helped them put liquor in your punch, this… wouldn’t have happened." Eric said.
"Yeah, but it was still my fault for drinking it. I still knew you guys did something to it. It’s just, I thought that you guys would be mad at me if I said ‘no’. There was a long pause. "But I wonder what my parents are thinking too…. My little sister Kelly."
"Aww," Eric said, and he wasn’t being sarcastic. "Let’s get some sleep. We need to get up early in the morning, set your phone alarm for six." Eric said. Amanda nodded and they went to the bedroom. There was a stench and they followed it to the closet in the bedroom, but didn’t dare open it.
"I’ll sleep on the floor." Eric said.
"No, I will." Amanda replied. Eric stared at her, and she said "Fine."
"Tomorrow we’ll try figure things out." Eric said.
"Eric, I feel bad about making you sleep on the floor." Amanda said. She pulled her hood up so she wouldn’t have to touch the dirty bedding.
"Don’t. Because tomorrow night, you will." Eric said. They started laughing. "Night."
"Good night." Amanda said, as she turned out the light. "Honey." She whispered.
"-What did you say?" Eric asked, puzzled.
"- Nothing. I said goodnight. Now… goodnight. " And they drifted off to sleep.

Amanda screamed, and fell out of the bed and landed on Eric’s feet, then she crawled over and turned on the light. Eric moaned.
"What is it Amanda? It’s like," Eric looked at the clock on the wall,
" three in the morning, turn out the light." He said, while he shielded his eyes.
" I felt something, touch my face, was it you?" She asked.
"No. You were probably just, (yawn), dreaming it." Eric replied
"No Eric, I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep, and that time, I swear I was awake. Something touched my face! " Amanda said, trying not to

shout very loud. CLICK. The front door closed. It was very quiet, but in that moment of silence, it was very loud. They bolted over to the window and saw tall grass moving in a trail backward. They left. Eric believed her then. They went out together to the main room and Amanda locked the door. Amanda walked back to the bedroom thinking Eric was behind her, but she turned around and he wasn’t.
"I’m gonna stay out here, keep an eye out." Eric said. Amanda nodded. Eric sat down on the couch and then stretched his legs out across it. She went to the bedroom and waited twenty minutes, acting like she was sleeping. Amanda didn’t want to be alone after this just happened so she went in the living room and lay on the floor. They both went to sleep for the night.
Amanda woke up, but Eric was already outside. It was cold early in the morning.
"Morning Eric. Why didn’t you wake me up?" She asked, but he didn’t say anything. He was sitting in a lawn chair, and his back was to her. "Eric?" She asked, and walked around to his other side and he buried his head in his arms and lap. He was crying. She patted his back. "What’s wrong?" she asked. He sniffled and wiped his face with his arm and stood up. "I was waiting for you, we can go get some food now. But we have to go fast." He said. She nodded and they left. They found a little garden, some tomatoes and potatoes, and there was an apple tree. They picked some and ran back to the house. They ate and were bored the rest of the day again.
That night Amanda slept on the floor and Eric slept on the bed.
"Eric!"Amanda yelled. "Some thing touched my face again!"
"Again?" He asked. They heard the click again, but this time it was the bedroom door. Eric bolted to the window. "Amanda, get weapons! I didn’t see anyone leave! He’s outside!" Eric whispered. Amanda ran to the closet. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the stench that was about to come. She opened the door and stepped inside. There was junk scattered on the floor. But in the middle of the closet, there was a bookcase that had nicknacks and pictures. There was on big one. It was a silver picture frame with a picture of a woman. She was elderly, about 65 to 70. On the frame, it said "Mom". She looked so familiar. Amanda realized that it was the sons’ mother when she looked at the bottom shelf

and there was a double picture frame that had the "police officer" sons. This was their house! Behind the bookcase was a sliding door, she opened it and there was a dozen dead bodies, she saw Marc, Sam, and Hannah’s headless body in the closet. Amanda wretched and fell back. Someone caught her. She looked up and it was Eric. He said "What?" She couldn’t even get any words out and just pointed, and when he saw it he almost dropped her, so he pushed her back up. They ran out of the room and down the hallway until someone stepped out from around the corner. It was Frank.
"Not so fast" he said.

Part 6

"Where do you think you’re going? Frank said.
"Home!" Eric shouted, and kicked Frank in the face. He fell on his back and Amanda jumped on top of him. She punched his face again and again. Then she did one big blow to his stomach repeatedly and Eric kicked his sides and thighs. On one big final punch to his nose and it gushed out blood. She stood up and Eric raised his foot over Franks face.
"Should I give him the "death sentence" Amanda?" Eric said.
Amanda grabbed him and pulled him to the side.
"No."Amanda said, "I know something better, make him suffer like they did until we get the cops!" Then they grabbed him and threw him in the closet. Eric boarded it shut and they ran off.
They ran and ran. This time when they ran, they ran to the side, not the direction that they came from. Finally, they came to a dirt road. But there were no cars in sight. They still continued down the street. A car came by. They started jumping around and jumped in the middle of the street. Eric and Amanda looked really dirty, especially their clothes. The little rusty green car stopped at the side of the road, their helplessness appearance must have made them stop to pick up complete strangers.
"Thank you so much!" Amanda said. "Do you have a cell phone we can use? Ours died."
"No, I’m sorry. But I do have two chargers. (chuckle) I left my cell phone at home. What’s your brand?" The man said.
"I have a…C6J890" Amanda said.
"Okay, I have a C6, see if this one fits." The man handed her the charger and she put it in. "It fits!" The man plugged it in and she turned on her cell phone. She started to dial 9-1-1, but stopped. While the phone rang she asked "What city are we in?… Well, we had some car trouble. We aren’t crazy or anything."
"Baton Rouge." He said, and looked at her suspiciously. Amanda hung up the phone. What if he thinks something wrong and doesn’t believe we were kidnapped? He would kick us out and my phone wouldn’t be charged enough. So I’ll wait twenty minutes. They just drove down the dirt road, there was nothing on it, it seemed like it went on

forever. Finally, she looked at the clock and thirty minutes had passed.
"What street are we on?" Eric asked.
"Mully road. It connects with Danburt Street, way at the end."
"Hello? I need some help! We are on Mully Road by Danburt in Baton Rouge. Send cars, we had been kidnapped, but right now we got a ride! We would like to go home!" Amanda said.
"Will do, help is on the way." The operator said.
"We’ll take it from here." Eric said. And they stepped out of the car at Danburt and Mully. They sat on the side of the road and finally the police cars came.
Eric and Amanda got inside the police car and drove to the police airport to be escorted home.
On the plane they sat in their seats and ate two meals each. Finally, when they were done they talked.
"I can’t believe we are finally going home Amanda!" Eric said.
"I know!" Amanda replied.
"I…I love you." Eric said.
"You do?!?" She asked. He nodded.
"I love you too." And they went home.

Epilogue

The parents of the group of friends were all devastated when they found out about what had happened to all of them.
Their case made world news.
Eric and Amanda stayed together and ended up getting accepted into the same colleges. Amanda majored in art and Eric majored in journalism. All through college they stayed together.
Eventually the couple broke up, thinking it was the best thing to do.
When Eric and Amanda were both 26, they got back together for three years and got married. Two years later, their case became a movie and became the most popular movie in ten years. Eric and Amanda made money for agreeing to the story and moved into a large house and had three dogs and two cats. Eventually, they had three kids: two girls and a boy and named them Hannah, Sam and Marc.
i know they are both bad, im young, i dont support drinking , i was just trying to put it into the view of a lot teenagers where a lot of them drink beer first , im not trying to put in the head of ppl that drinking is ok for young ppl

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