These are some things I wrote.
The first is for Hope, a friend of mine, and a ex to another person I know. Though I did not know you, I will miss you.
Well, her name was Elizabeth, she was the most beautiful girl in the world you could ever meet. Blue eyes, creamy white skin, freckles and she was a tiny little thing. She was diagnosed with cancer though. I loved her a lot, no matter what. Everyday we could hang out some times, go out to the park or something and have fun. I did get in a few fights, because there were jerks everywhere who made her feel bad. But after I got in a serious fight, I promised to give her a rose everyday, one white, one yellow, and one range. Just a few different colors. Those roses showed that she was more beautiful than them. he loved them s much. I made a bet with her.. I told her if I coud get her more than a thousand roses by the end of the month I would shave my head for her. She really loved my hair though. And if I couldn't then I would have to get her a black rose. A week before the bet was over she passed away and I was winning the bet. The day she was buried I went to her grave at around midnight and had a white rose and some black paint. I sat down, grabbed a paint brush and started paiting that rose. I put it on her grave, and then I ran itno the crush and to the bathrooms. I had a cordless shaver with me and I shaved my head completely bald. I threw away the hair and walked back out to her grave. I told her we both won the bet. I staid out there talking to her until 5 in the morning. Just reminiscing about everything we did together. I told her that I wouldn't become sad, and I would smile everyday that I visted. I miss her a lot, and though it's been 4 years since she died, I've visted her every day, doing my best to keep a smile. She was my true love... Bye Elizabeth.
The next is for my friend, who recently got kicked out of his house for being gay.
I remember how it happened. I was talking with my best friend and boyfriend, though we liked to keep that secret. I had my arm around him, and my head was resting on his shoulders. We were watching, or more like he was, watching MLP:FiM. He was being such a cutie, trying to make me become a brony. I had to admit, it pretty good. A door was pushed opened quickly, and my brother and his friend were in a deep conversation. "So, Gohan is stronger than Goku!" His friend told him. "No, h-" with his head turned, and his eyes became huge. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Fuck. He saw me, my arm around him! "Oh... My... God..." His friend said amazed, "YOUR BROTHER IS A FAGGOT!" He said teasing. I jumped off Joey, (my bff and bf). "No, I-I was..." I said stammering, but Joey interuppted me. "So what? Get the fuck out!" He yelled getting up, off the couch. "I fucking knew it!" My brother said. "You're a faggot, I'm telling mom!" He said and ran out. His friend followed behind him quickly, and I burst into tears instantly, "What am I going to do?" I said with sobs. "Just calm down." Joey told me, "My parents are going to kill me!" I exclaimed. "Just stay calm." Joey said. He gave me a long kiss to too calm me down. After a few minutes it ended, "What am I going to do?" I said inbetween sobs. "I-I don't know..." He said simply. That night I cried myself to sleep even though it was 6 went I went to sleep. I was awoken by a deafing yell, "GET THE FUCK OVER HERE, JOHN, NOW!!!" I jumped out of bed and went to where I thought the noise came from. "Are you a faggot?" My dad asked, his face red. "You've got to be kidding me." I said, walking out of the room, "ARE YOU A FUCKING FAGGOT?!" My brother was behind my dad, staring at me blankly. "So what if I am?" I said turning. "What are you going to do? Kick me out of the house? I don't like this place anyways!" I yelled back. "Get the fuck out my house." He told me. "Fine!" I said and walked into my room. I packed quickly, and then thought of something. I put 6 of the 7 DBZ balls, and put one in my backpack. I wrote a note a put by the balls. "One ball missing, I'll be waiting for you. Find me." And with that I was gone.