Poems and stories, from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul

Dear Abby: A young man from a wealthy family was about to graduate from high school. It was the custom in that affluent neighborhood for the parents to give the graduate an automobile. Bill and his father had spent months looking at cars, and the week before graduation they found the perfect car. Bill was certain that the car would be his on graduation night. Imagine hos disappointment when, on the eve of the graduation, Bill's father handed him a gift-wrapped Bible! Bill was so angry, he threw the Bible down and stormed out of the house. He and his father never saw each other again. It was the news of his father's death that brought Bill home again. As he sat one night, going through his father's possessions that he was to inherit, he came across the Bible his father had given him. He brushed away the dust and opened it to find a cashier's check, dated the day of his graduation, in the exact amout of the car they had chosen. ~Author Unknown
I went to a birthday party but I remembered what u said. You told me not to drink at all, so I had a Sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, the way u said I would, that I didn't choose to drink and drive, though some friends said I should. I knew I made a healthy choice and your advice to me was right as the party finally ended and the kids drove out of sight. I got into my own car, sure to get home in one piece, never knowing what was coming, something I expected least. Now I'm lying on the pavement. I can hear the policemen say, "The kid that caused this wreck was drunk." His voice seems far away. My own blood is all around me, as I try hard not to cry. I can hear the paramedic say, "This girl is going to die." I'm sure the guy had no idea, while he was flyin' high, b/c he chose to drink and drive that I would have to die. So why do people do it, knowing that it ruins lives? But now the pain is cuttin' me like a hundred stabbing knives. Tell my sister not to be afraid, tell Daddy to be brave, and when I go to heaven put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave. <<*I'm in tears right now, this is so sad*>> Someone should have taught him that it's wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his mom and dad had, I'd still be alive. My breath is gettin' shorter, I'm getting really scared. These r my final moments, and I'm so unprepared. I wish that u could hold me, Mom, as I lie here and die. I wish I could say... I LUV U AND GOODBYE. <<*this poem is ssssooo sad, it makes me cry*>> PLEASE THINK B4 U DRINK!! AND DON'T EVEN THINK WELL, IT'S THE "COOL" THING 'CAUSE IT'S NOT!!!
I'm leaving now to slay the foe--- Fight the battles, high and low. I'm leaving, Mother, hear me go! Please wish me luck today.
I've grown my wings, I want to fly, Seize my victories where they lie. I'm going, Mom, but please don't cry--- Just let me find my way.
I want to see and touch and hear, Though there are dangers, there are fears. I'll smile my smiles and dry my tears--- Please let me speak my say.
I'm off to find my world, my dreams, Carve my niche, sew my seams, Remember, as I sail my streams--- I'll luv u, all the way!!!
Isn't that so sweet????

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