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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)
Dear Mom,

I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I really didn’t. I know now why you didn’t want me to go to that party. But I went. I snuck out after you went to bed, and Sara picked me up down the block. It wasn’t the first time, so we knew the plan: when she’d meet me, how long we’d stay, when we needed to leave.

The party was pretty normal. I didn’t drink, Mom. I never do. I just like to be part of the atmosphere. But Sara does sometimes drink. And that night, she did. She got so drunk, Mom, and when I went to find her so we could go, she was passed out on the couch and I couldn’t wake her up.

I was starting to panic because I needed to get home so I could sneak back in. Then this guy walked by. His name is Jake, and he’s older than me. He asked what was wrong, and when I told him, he offered to drive me home. I didn’t know what else to do, so I agreed. I just had to get home.

So we left. But then he turned left at Walker Street instead of right. I’d just told him to go right, and he didn’t. He wouldn’t turn around. I tried to get out of the car, but he sped up so I couldn’t. He drove way outside of town. It was dark, and I was scared, and I have no idea where he took me.

But he took me, Mom.

I shouldn’t have gone, I know that. But what am I supposed to do now. I don’t know what to do now. I think I’m pregnant. And I couldn’t tell you to your face. So when you get this letter, can you please call my cell phone? And please don’t yell at me.

After all, I'm really sorry, but I can’t change it now. I’m really scared. And I need you and Dad to help me and still love me. Will you and Dad still love me?

I'm waiting for your call at Sara's house.

Caroline
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Beth LaBuff 
02/14/08
Your idea for this challenge is very creative. You've probably written a letter that would be every parents nightmare. I think it would be good (as a warning) for teens to read. Nice work on this.
Denise Pienaar
02/15/08
What a heart-rending letter. Chillingly true to life and very well written. Great job.
Seema Bagai 
02/16/08
How sad. I liked the letter format.
Laury Hubrich 
02/16/08
Oh my, wow! I'm speechless.
Laury
Dianne Janak
02/17/08
very real... haunting, sad, and so NOW! Great piece for the topic because it is the parents that need to come support her instead of blaming her. I liked this... good for teens to hear.
Joanne Sher 
02/22/08
Congratulations, Shannah, on placing 13th in your level and 35th overall. Great work!