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Hello everyone, I hope that you are all having great fun meeting new friends and enjoying our online community. We are in need of donations for our Renovation Project, in which we will purchase a domain and hosting so that you I gave the entire main may feel the experisite a revamp as I dressed it up in autumn ence of a more professional and easier to décor, in other words, use online community. new layout, backgrounds, updates, addi- However, we will need tions—whole new look. your donations in order to afford the costs of the much-needed renovation. For more I have also moved, information about doadded, and edited the Member’s Area to http:// nating, please go here: http:// www.freewebs.com/ www.freewebs.com/ bt4t2.
Volume 1, Issue 3 November 2007
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Member’s Area, 2 Monthly Thoughts “The Little Sister” 3 Short Story Excuses to Use at School 4
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The Little Sister (By Jane Danlom)
"Mom!" hollered Sarah "Stacy's in to my stuff again!" "I am not!" returned 4-year-old Stacy, picking up a bottle of nail polish. want you to take Stacy to the party." Sarah froze. Syrup kept pouring out and made a puddle in her plate.
"Then what are you doing with my "Mom!" she exclaimed "You can't nail polish?" Sarah pointed to a mean it!" small pool of pink polish on the carpet. "Yes, I can mean it." her mother said firmly. She took the syrup "I wanted to see what it smelled bottle out of her daughter's like," Stacy said innocently "And it hands and snapped the lid on. smelled so bad that it made me drop it." "I have an important meeting this afternoon," she explained Sarah glared at her little sister. "and I can't take Stacy with me." "Well clean it up!"
to fall forward into the cake in front of her. Sarah got up. From the waist up, she was covered in purple frosting. Everyone around was snickering. Making a dash for the restrooms, she tripped on someone's foot. She went flying, landing flat on her face.
Sarah thought that the whole sky "Sorry." Stacy was smiling would come crashing down on "No! You're old anyway. You can her. Take Stacy with her? Impos- After washing the cake out of her hair, clean it up." sible. and wiping off her clothes and face, she went back to the classroom. One of the "Eleven is not old!" stormed Sarah "I'll drive you guys over there," girls was showing off her newest piece Mrs. Dawson went on, "and drop of jewelry. A gold ring. Sarah made a "Kids!" called Mrs. Dawson "Come you off." face. Janet was always talking about on in the kitchen for breakfast!" the expensive clothes and jewelry that The drive to the school was not she owned. She took the ring off of her They raced down the hallway, as what Sarah had been waiting for. finger to show it around, but someone Stacy shoved her foot out, then Stacy was in the back seat, bab- dropped it. They watched it roll under looked down at Sarah sprawled on bling non-stop. Sarah squinted the bookshelf. Janet tried to get it out, the floor. her eyes shut, and tried to block but her hand wouldn't fit through. out Stacy's voice. Soon almost the whole class was trying "It was an accident." she sneered to get it, but everyone's hand was too We're here!" Mrs. Dawson anbig. Sarah was too excited to be mad nounced cheerfully. anymore. Today was the Christmas "My hand can fit through there!" departy at school. She'd been waiting Sarah couldn't imagine how she clared Stacy. since forever for it to come. She could act so cheerful. She entered decided that she wasn't going to let her classroom, which had been She got down on her hands and knees, Stacy spoil this day. She'd actually decorated with streamers and reached under the bookshelf, and get to be away from her for a few balloons, with Stacy right behind pulled the ring out. Sarah felt proud of hours. Stacy made a face at her, her. Sarah looked around. Might her little sister as someone announced, but Sarah ignored it. as well get something to drink. She leaned over the refreshment "What would we do without you "This is delicious, Mom!" said table, trying to reach the punch. Stacy?" Sarah, pouring syrup over her third waffle. " I want some too!" said Stacy, Sarah smiled. Maybe Stacy wasn't so jumping up and down. She bad after all. "Sarah," began Mrs. Dawson "I knocked into Sarah, causing her
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As the Heart Commands (By Merry) (Continued on Page 9)
“What did you think this brush will conjure to life?” he murmured, scarcely sparing me a glance. I sat stiffly in my seat, holding my posture correctly. “This is for practice though, is it not?” I made as if to rise from my seat. I didn’t want to be the main object in a painting to be sold to an eager buyer. I didn’t want my face to be recognized. I’m one of the quieter ones in my family—Gawaine and I are. He is the artist, and I am the writer. Together, we make a great team. Sometimes, he assists me with lyrical prose and I pay my debt to him by sitting as his model. It helps us both, really. It helps me think…and him to well… paint. Gawaine shrugged his shoulders without bungling his painting. It was a half-sketched charcoal picture of me. “Who knows? This may be one of my greatest paintings ever.” I knew what he meant. There were some things in life that couldn’t be retrieved. Though memories can be called back to life, they couldn’t be changed and altered. Such was also the way with art. Once the paint’s on there, it’s on there. In a way, I suppose painting is Gawaine’s way of expressing life in his reserved way. Not born to be a braggart, Gawaine would rather let his accomplishments boast for themselves. He was a humble man, silent and withdrawn. A muggy breeze maneuvered its way into the stuffy room by way of the open window. I looked hopefully towards that small patch of azure. Gawaine caught my train of sight and smiled. His nimble fingers dropped stiffly to his side. They fumbled with the ends of his apron strings. These were ways to characterize an artist. Their fingers could never remain still. This impetuous lull in his drawing had him going hysterics already. I winced, hoping I hadn’t botched up his train of thought. His eyebrows raised once in question at the canvas as if he expected to be told what to draw. Sensing I peered on from behind him, he shot me a quick glance. “I have sketched you well… The background however is less preferable.” He turned back to his easel and frowned. Again his fingers leaped up to stroke his stubble. He was ever proud of it. It was his first signs of manhood. every angle. “Nothing wrong with this one.” I put it down on the ledge. I scanned the canvas. Its blank enormity glared back at me. I quickly averted my gaze. The bold lines that sketched me stood out immensely from the white void. “And the drawing…” I gestured with one hand. “It’s begging for you to finish it.”
I extended my hand for his. He grudgingly allowed me to take it. Black charcoal had embedded its trademark into every single inch of his palm. I rubbed away at some to reveal pink skin. I traced I peeked over his squared shoulders, the lines. “See, nothing wrong studying the curve of his forehead. with this as well. Your hand They appeared vexed. I looked at the boasts at great skill.” I let it drop painting. It was the mightiest pretti- back to his side. est thing I’d ever seen. I told him so. “Sister,” he began. His eyes sought mine in a passing glance. “You think so?” A smile I gently pressed a finger against curved his lips into a generous “U”. It his lips to silence him. “I’m not was the first time in a long while I’d done yet,” I whisper. seen him so blithe. Usually, he whined over his paintings. Same as I I sink my head against his heart. did writing. It beat in perfect cadence. I tapped it. “Perfect rhythm.” Art and writing—they went together. “And…” I reached high to feel his I knew. forehead. He’d been drawing with great fervor again. His forehead “No, no.” He shook his head, placing was damp with sweat, but there the chalk with an impatient “clank” were no hints at fever or any of on the ledge. “What would you know the kind. of art?” he asked desperately. He leaned against the table, one hand “Now”—I retreated from him a over his heart as if he were about to few steps—“look back at your have a seizure any moment. painting. What do you see?” I raised my eyebrows quizzically at him. Confusion clouded his misty blue eyes. Then a medley of emotions scudded across his irises like the “You’ve barely even started.” way clouds would momentarily sail over the sun. At last, despair I picked up the charcoal without spo- was the only feeling left in his ken permission from him and turned eyes. The more he took in of his it in my fingers, inspecting it from painting, the more that despair
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Samantha—Intro (By Writer’s Corner)
Samantha- a cut piece out of my being worked on novel Samantha woke up early. She checked her watch. Six o’ clock. It was the perfect time. She crept downstairs, being careful not to step on the last one, because this one creaked. She got to the kitchen. The small but messy kitchen was silent. She quietly opened the door and crept inside. Slowly she took out a stool from underneath the table. This was her favorite stool; she always used it during meal times. Trying to not make any noise, she moved it so that it was directly under the cupboard. She stood on the stool reaching up towards the opening… “SAMANTHA!” with her hands on her hips. Samantha prepared herself for what was coming. “What were you thinking girl? I wasn’t born yesterday! You think you are allowed to do anything! Everyday something happens! You are a disgrace!” “I only…” Samantha started. “You are going to clean up today, and you will go up to bed early! At six I want you in bed! Do you hear me?” Mrs. Trent asked ries.
Taken by surprise, she fell of the stool and Samantha nodded, and without landed with a crash on the ground. Turning a word, turned around and around she saw Mrs. Trent standing there headed upstairs to the dormito-
Numb—Poem (By Whitney)
The permanent bruise you placed on my heart, will sooner or later tear us apart. Living in pain with you everyday, makes my spirit slowly wither away Your painful words scar my soul My insides succumbed by a black hole No longer am I able to feel, for now, I'm so numb nothing seems real I take this gun and put it to my head, thinking back to all the things you never said Wishing that things didn't have to end this way, But no longer can I keep this at bay Life with you is just too hard, and now the reaper has dealt my card
Performance (By Mariah)
Actors - stage fright their demon, Performance day, carrying worries, Show - Hit or miss, they will decide, Their demise, revealed upon final act. Talent scouts amidst the audience, Their future, hanging by thread, Ready for performance, hurry to stage, Crossing fingers, the show announced. Curtain call.
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About Jesus’ Name Ministries (By Pastor Tee)
We were invited by the BT4T staff to share a bit about our ministry. Though we have not been teenagers for along time, our ministry offers something for everyone. We completely remember how tough it is to be a teen! Neither one of us had an easy teen life, and we were both involved in a lot of bad things. We were victims of peer pressure, unhappy home lives, drugs, alcohol etc. Praise God He is more powerful than any of that stuff! With Jesus in your life, Satan does not stand a chance! Satan can't even touch you when you have Jesus in your heart! We are husband, and wife, and ordained Pastors. We started our website, In Jesus Name Ministries, http://www.freewebs.com/injesusna me123 on Oct. 14, 2007. It is a very new site, but God gave us the vision for it many years ago. We are a Bible believing, Holy Spirit filled, Born Again, Christian Ministry. We believe in Miracles, Signs, and Wonders. We believe all things are possible in Jesus name! We believe in the power of prayer, and offer prayer for anyone. We believe in offering counsel, and Godly solutions. We believe in respecting others privacy, and feelings. We believe in treating others as we would have them treat us! We would love to have you stop by our site, and sign our guest book. If you would like to be contacted for a special prayer, or to just chat, please leave an e-mail address, or your website link. May God bless you, and keep you in His loving arms always...Pastor Jim and Pastor Tee
About AWL Online (By Andre)
AWL Online is a cool online community ran by one of our administrators here on BT4T (Andre). The site isn't a brand new site but has been redone and re-opened. Unlike most other sites, there is really no basic point. It's just a cool website to talk, chat, and have a good time. The site has its own forum featured with its own radio show, newsletter, moderated chat room and much more. The site has its own team members and is always looking for more at points. Also, AWL Online has other sites sponsoring them as in vSide, The Underground, and of course By Teens 4
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About World Talent Showcase (WTSC) (By Anthony)
W.T.S.C stands for World Talent Show Case This is a building event growing to expose local entertainers from all over the world. Subscribe to Geant Expasion to receive updates on W.T.S.C This event is set to be a popularity program designed to expose individuals with talents. Do you want the world to hear your talent? Get your publicity start here, simply subscribe and send relevant info here. We will send you information as to how to get your promo CD’s online. For more information, please go here: http://www.freewebs.com/iboagent2/wtsc.htm.
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Euthalia, the Prologue (By Euthalia)
If anybody told you that life for a nineteen year old with a love for libraries and history can be a tedious affair, that somebody could never have been more wrong. I am living proof. It all began, it seems, at my birth when through eyes misty with joy and relief, my mother saw a blue mark in the shape of a moon just below my left shoulder. She was assured that it was a normal birthmark and never gave it a second thought. As I grew up I too became intrigued by my “extraordinary” mark. As a child I would imagine it held secrets, vast and wondrous. I clung to them like bees to honey in the hope that I was somehow different from the others. I would climb on chairs and jump, praying that I would remain suspended in the air. I would close my eyes tightly and picture myself someplace else, imagining the breeze on my face as I traveled to my magical destination only to find myself sitting in my room. I would make up stories of a princess who would come to take me away to my kingdom in a fairy land. Those around me, adults especially, would openly encourage me while behind my back they smiled that all-so-knowing smile. She’ll get over it, it’s just a phase. They’d say. I heard them even though they thought I didn’t. My Jenna is always singing on tables, thinking she’s on stage! I would scoff at her ridiculous remarks. Her Jenna, I could bet, didn’t have a blue birthmark in the shape of a moon. But it was useless. I frequently asked my mother about it. Time passed and she still could not give me any answers, any suitable ones at least. When my innocence faded with the comings and goings of the world, I abandoned all hope of ever being “special” and I came to accept the mark as a “peculiar” if not downright strange characteristic of my body. Dull perhaps, but still strange. I would never have dreamt, not in all my wildest dreams what that mark would get me through. I find it difficult even now. It’s hard to believe something after a childhood’s worth of denials and crushed hopes that such a thing can occur. It all goes to show how little we know of the vast expanse that exists out there and how much we should constrain our arrogance in the face of an innocent belief that fantastical phenomena are possible and that extraordinary worlds are closer to us than we think... This is my story. Whether it is true or not is up to you, I suppose, to decide. And to all those who will scoff after reading this, I tell them to close their eyes and to strain themselves so they might perhaps hear their name being echoed somewhere. For this is how it all started, after my resignation that my dull blue mark could ever mean anything as fantastical as I had often prayed it would be when I was young just before I fell asleep.
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Epic By Conor Kostick (By Mariah)
About this book: Pages: 384 Published: 2007 If you like: Video Games Fantasy “Avatar” You may like this book. Epic takes place 1,000 years after the fall of Earth. One million inhabitants now live on a nearby planet, founded by Earth’s survivors. Central Allocations (C.A.), the new government, outlaws all forms of violence. To settle disputes, the people play a game called “Epic.” Erik, a 14-year-old boy, seeks revenge on C.A. for sending his father, Harald, into exile on the Isle of Roftig for using violence by defending his wife some 20 years earlier. Erik enters “Epic” as a female swashbuckler by the name of Cindella. His friends, B.E., Injibord, Bjorn, and Sigrid, join him in the battle arena. They are known as the Osterfjord Players from the Hope District. It is a treacherous journey to the arena, meeting a dark elf, Anonnemuss, on the way, who joins them in their battle for good. They meet other players and non-player characters (NPC). They try to stay away from the vampire and the Executioner, an inpenetratable character created by C.A., who are after them for trying to help Harald escape. Erik and his friends find a glitch in the strategic movements of the Red Dragon that lives in a cave at the edge of an imaginary town that lies in “Epic.” Killing the dragon, they find a treasure worth millions of Bezants (the currency in “Epic”). With their newly found wealth, they plan to defeat C.A. conclusively, ending their corrupt government and forming a democracy. Will they succeed, or will they all be killed by the Executioner in “Epic” and in real life? I recommend Epic to older teens because of its use of advanced vocabulary. The events created suspense and intrigue, and everything started to make sense towards the ending, which tied it all together; Epic lacks predictability. Some parts, however, were confusing, especially the battle scene at the end of the book; too many things were going on at once. Overall, however, the book, Epic, is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece that intrigues the reader as a full line of unexpected events occur. I would recommend this book to anyone that loves action and vivid descriptions. Epic emits a sense of adventure and amazement. It enters uncharted territory as one of the first books of its kind as it paints a picture in your mind of a brave new world. I rate this book: 9
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As the Heart Commands (Continued)
was nurtured. Soon, I saw anger inlaid with annoyance. “What do you see?” I repeated. “I see a big gunk of mess,” he blurted out painfully. “Ah-ha!” I say, sounding much like an apocalyptic fortune teller. “The remedy lies in here.” I place a hand over my heart and tapped my brain. “Though your heart dreadfully seeks a way to improve your painting, your mind doubts. Your heart controls your fingers. But while it is preoccupied with fighting off pessimistic thoughts sent by way of your mind, the fingers are left listless.” Realization dawned in his eyes. “I see,” he said slowly. But I wasn’t done yet… “Don’t you see? Art is what spills out from the soul. And where is the soul?” I asked, pausing. “The heart.” He clasped his two hands in front of him. I nodded. “Exactly. And because your mind questions your heart, it gradually takes over your artwork and… that is what you come up with. When that doesn’t happen”—I waved at the paintings hung in a circle around us—“look at the miracles you can produce.” His pain was easy to understand. His feelings were easy to infiltrate. Why? I’d felt the same way before. A part of me sighed in deep, taking in oxygen. I felt relaxed. How come I’d never sounded this intelligent before? Maybe I was doing just as Gawaine had been doing all along. I looked at him, plunged deep into thought. “Did that solve anything?” I ask bluntly. “Yes,” he smiles at me, a genuine smile, “thank you.” I dip my head. My footsteps walk in a designated path towards my room where the newly sharpened pens and blank paper await. I am prepared.
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Starbucks’ Addicts (By Mariah)
Are you a Starbucks addict? Many people are and don't even know it. Many people also don't even know that caffeine, the main ingredient in the coffee is a drug. Caffeine is a stimulant drug. Stimulants are used to increase wakefulness, and alertness in people. This may sound like a good thing, but there are side affects if you consume too much caffeine. Too much caffeine, especially over an extended period of time, can lead to physical addiction, and mental conditions including: nervousness, irritability, anxiety, tremulousness, muscle twitching, insomnia, and heart palpitations. Starbucks coffee is highly addictive. It has a short energy boosts that last about 3 hours, leaving the consumer, tired and wanting more caffeine when the dose has worn off. People tend to like Starbucks coffee better than a lot of companies because it has a lot more caffeine than other coffee places. When you think about it Starbucks coffee is a lot like a cigarette company because both companies sell something that is highly addictive and both of the companies products contain a drug. The only difference is that one can kill you. The two products both cost about the same too, a java chip frappuccino costs about $4.75 at Starbucks and the average pack of cigarettes cost $4.32. When people that are addicted to caffeine don't drink their coffee in the morning they experience withdrawal symptoms are almost identical to the withdrawal symptoms of a cigarette. In my opinion Starbucks coffee is no better than a cigarette company because it addicts it's consumers for life and is not very healthy.
Spinach Artichoke Dip Recipe (By Mariah)
1 pack of frozen spinach— thawed and squeezed dry 1 8oz low-fat cream cheese 1/2 cup light real mayonnaise 1 large jar of artichoke hearts, drained Garlic powder to taste (peppers optional) 25 minutes. One package of shredded parmesan cheese
Combine all ingredients. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 to
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Apple Pie Recipe (By Mariah)
6 or 7 tart apples, pared and sliced thin or 5 c. frozen apples 1 c. sugar 1 tbsp. cornstarch 1 tsp. cinnamon Dash of nutmeg and salt 2 tbsp. butter Pastry for 2-crust pie Combine sugar, spices, cornstarch and salt. Mix with apples. Line pie pan with bottom crust. Fill with apple mixture, dot with butter. Adjust top crust, sprinkle with sugar. Bake in hot 400 degree oven for 50 minutes. Two (No. 2) cans sliced apples, drained well, may be substituted for fresh apples.
Pumpkin Pie Recipe (By Mariah)
3/4 cup pumpkin 2 tablespoons molasses 3/4 cup white sugar 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 1/2 tablespoons flour 2 eggs, separated milk combined with 1 can of evaporated milk 1 teaspoon cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger 2 tablespoons Myers rum Pie shell Separate eggs. In a clean bowl beat egg whites only until slightly foamy. In a measuring cup, add 1 can of evaporated milk. Add regular milk until level in measuring cup reaches 1 1/2 cups total. In a mixing bowl, combine all ingredients except egg whites. Beat one minute. Gently fold in egg whites. Pour into pie shell. Bake at 425°F for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350°F and continue baking for 30 more minutes.
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President’s Hot Chocolate Recipe (By Mariah)
Hot chocolate that's good enough for the White House, with both milk and light cream. No fuss with melted chocolate, since it's made with cocoa powder. Give it a whisk for a foamy touch.
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6 tbs unsweetened cocoa powder 6 tbs sugar 2 1/2 cups milk 2 1/2 cups light cream 1/2 tsp vanilla Cinnamon, whipped cream and orange zest
Add sugar and cocoa to milk and heat in a saucepan until dissolved. Add the cream, cinnamon and vanilla. Heat until almost boiling. Mix well and serve, topped with whipped cream and a bit of orange zest.
Hot Spiced Apple Cider Recipe (By Mariah)
1/2 gallon apple cider 12 cloves 3 cinnamon sticks 1 c. orange juice 1/2 c. lemon juice Heat apple cider. Add all ingredients. Allow the mixture to simmer for half hour or more. Serve this in mugs on a chilly night. Makes 12 servings.
Cranberry Punch Recipe (By Mariah)
4 1/2 pounds fresh cranberries 2 c. water 1 qt. sparkling soda water 1/2 tbsp cloves 1 small stick cinnamon 3 c. sugar 1 1/2 cups orange juice 1/2 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice Wash and pick over the cranberries. Remove any that are soft. Put cranberries, water, cloves, and cinnamon in saucepan. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes. Strain. Stir in sugar until dissolved. Add the orange and lemon juice, and 1 qt. of sparkling soda water. Chill.
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