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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: Letter to Mom
By Shannah Hogue
02/14/08


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Dear Mom,

I didnít mean for any of it to happen. I really didnít. I know now why you didnít 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 wasnít the first time, so we knew the plan: when sheíd meet me, how long weíd stay, when we needed to leave.

The party was pretty normal. I didnít 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 couldnít 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 heís older than me. He asked what was wrong, and when I told him, he offered to drive me home. I didnít 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. Iíd just told him to go right, and he didnít. He wouldnít turn around. I tried to get out of the car, but he sped up so I couldnít. 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 shouldnít have gone, I know that. But what am I supposed to do now. I donít know what to do now. I think Iím pregnant. And I couldnít tell you to your face. So when you get this letter, can you please call my cell phone? And please donít yell at me.

After all, I'm really sorry, but I canít change it now. Iím 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 Pienaar02/15/08
What a heart-rending letter. Chillingly true to life and very well written. Great job.
Seema Bagai 02/15/08
How sad. I liked the letter format.
Laury Hubrich 02/16/08
Oh my, wow! I'm speechless.
Laury
Dianne Janak02/17/08
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!