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A Friend Stop Smoking??

My friend wants to quit somoking but he can’t. My friend and I are trying to help him. We are to young to buy the patches to help him. What is a way we can help him to stop smoking? He has been smoking since he was 10 and he is 15 or 16 now. We don’t want him to die because he smoked so much. When we get to school he goes and smokes and then after the bell rings for first period he goes and smokes another. He smokes one before each period. He is one of my good friends how can I help him?? He has tried to stop but he is addictived to it.

I NEED TO STOP SMOKING!?

I have been smoking cigarettes since I was 13. I’m now 16. My first plan is to quit before I get out of high school. But summer is coming up and I hate not being able to run, bike for very long, or even being in shortness of breath. I need some major help and support. I want to get nicotine pathes but they are behind the counter. Last time I looked any way. And I can’ exactly just stop cold turkey. And Iknow I can do this. The gum is nasty so don’t tell me about that. I’ve got two smoking tickets in my life time already. I dont’ want those anymore. Because both times I had to pay my tickets. I just got my permit, I want to get a car. I don’t have a job right now. But I’m working with Taco Bell. I’m sick of spending money EVERYTIME I get it just for cigarettes. Me and my boyfriend are both trying to stop. I need some REALLY good tips and advise. Even a person to e-mail once and a while to see how things are going. I have tried quiting before, but I ended up smoking more. Please help me!!

Anyone know who wrote the story about a guy who was trying to quit smoking?

This story was in a movie back in the mid/late 70s. (the link to the different stories in the movie was a cat walking from one story to another, if that helps)

A guy goes to a stop-smoking office and the manager tells the smoker that he must sign a contract that he won’t ever smoke again. The smoker signs, then goes about his business, and whenever he snuck a cig, something bad would happen. He talked to the guy who recommended him, and noticed the recommender’s wife only had 3 fingers on one hand.

Does this story ring a bell for anyone? I was telling my daughter about it and she said she would like to read it. I thought it may have been an early Steven King story, but I wouldn’t know where to find it.

Thanks in advance!

would you help me to answer these questions?

26.Which one is correct?
a. we made him to promise to stop smoking b. we made him promise stop smoking.
c. we made him promise to stop smoking. d. we made him promises to stop smoking.

27.You can add variety to your speech by……………………your voice off and on.
a. rising b. raising c. rise d. raise

D:Rewrite the sentences with the given word.
20. He let us leave the class before the bell rang. ( allow)
…………………………………………………………………………………………………
21. They forced us to raise the money for the occasion. ( make)
…………………………………………………………………………………..
22. You can improve your speaking ability if you can control your nervousness. ( by)
………………………………………………………………………………………………..

C:Use one and only one word for each definition.
15. A different type of something :…………………..
16. Belief in one’s ability:………………………………
17. The way in which two things are connected:…………..
18. Make one’s voice heard well:………………………
19. A set of classes or a plan of study on a particular subject :…………………

This is really killing me. Help please! (Boyfriend problem)?

Okay. My boyfriend just broke up with me on Monday. No one expected it. If anyone was to do the breaking up they expected it to be me. Here’s a story:

3 months ago he asked me out. We were practically perfect for each other. We never had a fight. We only had a few things that weren’t in common. He drank, smoked, and smoked weed. I am sXe which means I don’t do any of that stuff. He agreed he would stop smoking. Last month or so he said where do I stand on him doing drugs and I said, I don’t like it and it makes me sad, but its your decision. On Monday I gave him a note talking about it where I just want him to be safe when he does drink and smoke weed. (He’s 16, and I’m 15… I forgot to write that) I loved him so much and still do. So when I gave it to him he read it infront of me, in his mind.. I didn’t want to hear what I wrote.I could tell right away something was wrong from the look on his face. The bell rang and we kissed, it was so… feeble… Not even a kiss. Then I knew something was wrong. When he walked to my locker, he looked like he was about to cry. We walked through the hall, and I said are you okay? He gave me a note and I looked at him. He said I’m breaking up with you. I’m just oh…okay.. really? He said yeah.. and looked away. Of course it was RAINING that day, and i had to walk home.. without a jacket. I walked him to the bus and we said goodbye, no last kiss… The Note said that he don’t make a good couple, and he thnks he should be singe right now, we don’t have a lot in common. Its more me than you.. (B.S) and he said with the drug thing, its not going to end anytime soon. He started smoking again. Then he said just move on and forget about me. It was such a surprise. What is making me pissed off and sad.. and.. depressed is that he picked Drugs over me. I’m not trying to sound selfish but he said he was in this for the long run. I was his first girlfriend.. he was my first real boyfriend, not the one where you are little and like.. I dunno. But I still really love him and I just have been really sick. Right now I am loosing my voice.. and for the past 2 days I have been throwing up each morning. I am 10 pounds lighter than how I was before. I cry every single day. Even at school. I skipped class yesterday with a few friends because we were all depressed. I got a ride to school today and I saw him smoking… When I was walking down the hill, a guy that really pissed my bf off would be like, so you guys are just like friends..? (he would be bugging us) Today he did that, I looked at him with a sad look and he asked what happened. I said he broke up with me and he said do you want me to punch him. This guy told me that I should just talk to my ex and say that I’m fine with the drugs, smoking, and drinking, but I just want him to be safe and not take it too far. One of my bestfriends said today she kicked him in the nutts. And he said Why are you such a f***** little b****. And apparently he is going physco. The guy who said he will punch him walked past me around 20 minutes ago and said he punched him. I never told them to do any of this… I just don’t want anything to happen to him. Plus he has thought of suicide when he wasn’t with me. He also used to cut himself. I don’t want him to do something that.. ugh. I just need help. I really want to talk to him. I can’t get over him because he was my first love, and its hard to forget. One of my guy friends asked if I had sex with him. I said no, and he said good. I am glad I didn’t now.. Any ideas what I can do? Thank you for taking your time to read this.
Ugh, and I sent him a note. I ended with I will always love you, if you effing like it or not.
Oh, I also have a CD that I borrowed from him. I want to give it to him in person…not leave it in his locker.

I’m 12 do you like my story?

I looked around the room. The walls were white and dirty sweat trickled down her brow. “Well” Said tiffany “Try some” She held a joint at hand. I bit my lip. ‘Should I?’ I thought to myself. Tiffany rolled her eyes “Do you want some or not?” She questioned. I had to make a decision here look cool or leave and feel like a dumb ***. “Sure” I said. I took a drag It was horrible my lungs filled with coughs. Tiffany and the others laughed. I was in a room with about five of my friends and we all decided to come to tiffany’s house. “Come on Kenzie” Dave said between laughs “It’s not THAT bad” I coughed ounce more before answering “Well it’s my first time, It doesn’t always taste great the first time!” Dave grinned “That’s what she said” He said turning to give another boy Ronald a high five. This all started when tiffany invited us over to her house. Me and tiffany were really good friends tiffany was a real rebel though, her mom wasn’t here so she stole some pot out of her drawer. “Take another drag!” Urged Kat the girl sitting opposite me. I did. I still coughed. Kat smiled. “You’ll get use to it.” She took it out of my hands and took a long drag “I’m starting to get a little sleepy” She laughed. “Here hand this to Ronald” Ronald took it and then, Tiffany and then a few others then me again. I took another smoke and after I’ve been doing it for a few minutes it felt fine. “Look!” Angie pointed out “Kenzie is getting that typical stoners grin” I hated the word ‘Stoner’ it made it seem like I have been using this my whole life when I’ve only been using it for a couple of minutes or hours? Honestly after a while I lost track of time. I admit I didn’t get completely high. Only a couple of people did. Like tiffany she was completely stoned and Ronald and Kat went to the bedroom to screw. So it was just a few of us. I was glad when I got to leave, Not because I wanted to stop smoking, Actually it’s my guilty pleasure to admit I liked it but I was paranoid. The kids at school always told story’s about how they were caught smoking by the police or there parents. I don’t know what my mom would do if she knew I was smoking. She’d probably have a heart attack. Oh well, Just on the list of things my mother doesn’t know I guess. The bus ride home was about an hour so I had sobered up by then. Before I rang the bell to my apartment though, I checked my pocket mirror to make sure the redness in my eyes had gone down. There was still some left but not much. I rung the bell. My mom opened it and smiled then her face grew sick. “What is that putrid smell?” She asked waving her manicured fingers in front of her nose as if she was fanning the smell. It smelled weird because before I left I sprayed myself all over with every type of air freshener. I shrugged “I don’t know” I said. “Well if you didn’t mind in the future come home earlier you were out very late! Especially for a 13 year old.” I groaned “All my friends stay out late!” “Well that may be” My mother answered “But NYC is a dangerous place when we move to the suburbs you can stay out as long as you want.” I laughed. My mother always had this crazy dream that we’d one day live in a big house in new jersey or somewhere nice like that. Honestly I knew we were doomed to stay in this crappy apartment forever. “Plus” My mother went on “Tiffany lives in a bad neighborhood! Everyday on the news I always hear of someone getting raped or killed near there!” “Oh please mom Rockaway isn’t that bad.” My mom sighed “Well at least come home earlier next time?” I smiled “Sure mom” I then saw my mom take a pack of cigarettes out and head to the balcony. “I thought you quit” I asked “I’m trying” She replied. “It’s hard though Kenzie, But I’m really trying.” “Still going to those meetings?” I asked. My mom has been going to meetings where people meet up in a group and talk about their smoking problem. “Yeah” My mom answered me “There really helping” And with that she walked to the balcony. ‘Yeah right’’ I thought ‘helping’ My mom has actually been smoking more ever since my father started bailing on the child support checks. I never see my father. The only things I remember about him is that he was verbally and domestically abusive and a drug addict. Real heavy stuff like crack. I might have tried pot but I’ll never try weed. No way in hell am I going to end up like my father. “Oh yeah” My mother called “There’s some bacon for you leftover in case you didn’t eat anything.” I glared at her “Mom I told you I was a vegetarian! I don’t eat meat.” My mom stared a t me too, “You? But you love meat!” She said “No mom” I responded “Fine” She said “Warm up some frozen pizza in the fridge.” I rolled my eyes. I hate frozen pizza. Actually I don’t much care for pizza at all. Weird isn’t it how I can live in NYC my whole life and not even like pizza. That always confused me.

I already submitted this but I’d really like opiniouns keep in mind i’m only 12 so don’t expect Oblivion or Ulysses.

I put

Do you like my stor so far?

I looked around the room. The walls were white and dirty sweat trickled down her brow. “Well” Said tiffany “Try some” She held a joint at hand. I bit my lip. ‘Should I?’ I thought to myself. Tiffany rolled her eyes “Do you want some or not?” She questioned. I had to make a decision here look cool or leave and feel like a dumb ass. “Sure” I said. I took a drag It was horrible my lungs filled with coughs. Tiffany and the others laughed. I was in a room with about five of my friends and we all decided to come to tiffany’s house. “Come on Kenzie” Dave said between laughs “It’s not THAT bad” I coughed ounce more before answering “Well it’s my first time, It doesn’t always taste great the first time!” Dave grinned “That’s what she said” He said turning to give another boy Ronald a high five. This all started when tiffany invited us over to her house. Me and tiffany were really good friends tiffany was a real rebel though, her mom wasn’t here so she stole some pot out of her drawer. “Take another drag!” Urged Kat the girl sitting opposite me. I did. I still coughed. Kat smiled. “You’ll get use to it.” She took it out of my hands and took a long drag “I’m starting to get a little sleepy” She laughed. “Here hand this to Ronald” Ronald took it and then, Tiffany and then a few others then me again. I took another smoke and after I’ve been doing it for a few minutes it felt fine. “Look!” Angie pointed out “Kenzie is getting that typical stoners grin” I hated the word ‘Stoner’ it made it seem like I have been using this my whole life when I’ve only been using it for a couple of minutes or hours? Honestly after a while I lost track of time. I admit I didn’t get completely high. Only a couple of people did. Like tiffany she was completely stoned and Ronald and Kat went to the bedroom to screw. So it was just a few of us. I was glad when I got to leave, Not because I wanted to stop smoking, Actually it’s my guilty pleasure to admit I liked it but I was paranoid. The kids at school always told story’s about how they were caught smoking by the police or there parents. I don’t know what my mom would do if she knew I was smoking. She’d probably have a heart attack. Oh well, Just on the list of things my mother doesn’t know I guess. The bus ride home was about an hour so I had sobered up by then. Before I rang the bell to my apartment though, I checked my pocket mirror to make sure the redness in my eyes had gone down. There was still some left but not much. I rung the bell. My mom opened it and smiled then her face grew sick. “What is that putrid smell?” She asked waving her manicured fingers in front of her nose as if she was fanning the smell. It smelled weird because before I left I sprayed myself all over with every type of air freshener. I shrugged “I don’t know” I said. “Well if you didn’t mind in the future come home earlier you were out very late! Especially for a 13 year old.” I groaned “All my friends stay out late!” “Well that may be” My mother answered “But NYC is a dangerous place when we move to the suburbs you can stay out as long as you want.” I laughed. My mother always had this crazy dream that we’d one day live in a big house in new jersey or somewhere nice like that. Honestly I knew we were doomed to stay in this crappy apartment forever. “Plus” My mother went on “Tiffany lives in a bad neighborhood! Everyday on the news I always hear of someone getting raped or killed near there!” “Oh please mom Rockaway isn’t that bad.” My mom sighed “Well at least come home earlier next time?” I smiled “Sure mom” I then saw my mom take a pack of cigarettes out and head to the balcony. “I thought you quit” I asked “I’m trying” She replied. “It’s hard though Kenzie, But I’m really trying.” “Still going to those meetings?” I asked. My mom has been going to meetings where people meet up in a group and talk about their smoking problem. “Yeah” My mom answered me “There really helping” And with that she walked to the balcony. ‘Yeah right’’ I thought ‘helping’ My mom has actually been smoking more ever since my father started bailing on the child support checks. I never see my father. The only things I remember about him is that he was verbally and domestically abusive and a drug addict. Real heavy stuff like crack. I might have tried pot but I’ll never try weed. No way in hell am I going to end up like my father. “Oh yeah” My mother called “There’s some bacon for you leftover in case you didn’t eat anything.” I glared at her “Mom I told you I was a vegetarian! I don’t eat meat.” My mom stared a t me too, “You? But you love meat!” She said “No mom” I responded “Fine” She said “Warm up some frozen pizza in the fridge.” I rolled my eyes. I hate frozen pizza. Actually I don’t much care for pizza at all. Weird isn’t it how I can live in NYC my whole life and not even like pizza. That always confused me.

I already submitted this but I’d really like opiniouns keep in mind i’m only 13 so don’t expect Oblivion or Ulysses.

Do you like this story I wrote?

I looked around the room. The walls were white and dirty sweat trickled down her brow. “Well” Said tiffany “Try some” She held a joint at hand. I bit my lip. ‘Should I?’ I thought to myself. Tiffany rolled her eyes “Do you want some or not?” She questioned. I had to make a decision here look cool or leave and feel like a dumb ass. “Sure” I said. I took a drag It was horrible my lungs filled with coughs. Tiffany and the others laughed. I was in a room with about five of my friends and we all decided to come to tiffany’s house. “Come on Kenzie” Dave said between laughs “It’s not THAT bad” I coughed ounce more before answering “Well it’s my first time, It doesn’t always taste great the first time!” Dave grinned “That’s what she said” He said turning to give another boy Ronald a high five. This all started when tiffany invited us over to her house. Me and tiffany were really good friends tiffany was a real rebel though, her mom wasn’t here so she stole some pot out of her drawer. “Take another drag!” Urged Kat the girl sitting opposite me. I did. I still coughed. Kat smiled. “You’ll get use to it.” She took it out of my hands and took a long drag “I’m starting to get a little sleepy” She laughed. “Here hand this to Ronald” Ronald took it and then, Tiffany and then a few others then me again. I took another smoke and after I’ve been doing it for a few minutes it felt fine. “Look!” Angie pointed out “Kenzie is getting that typical stoners grin” I hated the word ‘Stoner’ it made it seem like I have been using this my whole life when I’ve only been using it for a couple of minutes or hours? Honestly after a while I lost track of time. I admit I didn’t get completely high. Only a couple of people did. Like tiffany she was completely stoned and Ronald and Kat went to the bedroom to screw. So it was just a few of us. I was glad when I got to leave, Not because I wanted to stop smoking, Actually it’s my guilty pleasure to admit I liked it but I was paranoid. The kids at school always told story’s about how they were caught smoking by the police or there parents. I don’t know what my mom would do if she knew I was smoking. She’d probably have a heart attack. Oh well, Just on the list of things my mother doesn’t know I guess. The bus ride home was about an hour so I had sobered up by then. Before I rang the bell to my apartment though, I checked my pocket mirror to make sure the redness in my eyes had gone down. There was still some left but not much. I rung the bell. My mom opened it and smiled then her face grew sick. “What is that putrid smell?” She asked waving her manicured fingers in front of her nose as if she was fanning the smell. It smelled weird because before I left I sprayed myself all over with every type of air freshener. I shrugged “I don’t know” I said. “Well if you didn’t mind in the future come home earlier you were out very late! Especially for a 13 year old.” I groaned “All my friends stay out late!” “Well that may be” My mother answered “But NYC is a dangerous place when we move to the suburbs you can stay out as long as you want.” I laughed. My mother always had this crazy dream that we’d one day live in a big house in new jersey or somewhere nice like that. Honestly I knew we were doomed to stay in this crappy apartment forever. “Plus” My mother went on “Tiffany lives in a bad neighborhood! Everyday on the news I always hear of someone getting raped or killed near there!” “Oh please mom Rockaway isn’t that bad.” My mom sighed “Well at least come home earlier next time?” I smiled “Sure mom” I then saw my mom take a pack of cigarettes out and head to the balcony. “I thought you quit” I asked “I’m trying” She replied. “It’s hard though Kenzie, But I’m really trying.” “Still going to those meetings?” I asked. My mom has been going to meetings where people meet up in a group and talk about their smoking problem. “Yeah” My mom answered me “There really helping” And with that she walked to the balcony. ‘Yeah right’’ I thought ‘helping’ My mom has actually been smoking more ever since my father started bailing on the child support checks. I never see my father. The only things I remember about him is that he was verbally and domestically abusive and a drug addict. Real heavy stuff like crack. I might have tried pot but I’ll never try weed. No way in hell am I going to end up like my father. “Oh yeah” My mother called “There’s some bacon for you leftover in case you didn’t eat anything.” I glared at her “Mom I told you I was a vegetarian! I don’t eat meat.” My mom stared a t me too, “You? But you love meat!” She said “No mom” I responded “Fine” She said “Warm up some frozen pizza in the fridge.” I rolled my eyes. I hate frozen pizza. Actually I don’t much care for pizza at all. Weird isn’t it how I can live in NYC my whole life and not even like pizza. That always confused me.

I’m 13 so don’t expect a masterpiece or oblivion or something.