Aaron


Aaron, character from "The Worst Mistake"	Stories	The treasure chest from "Lesson Lake"
	Some crappy stories by yours truely

The Worst Mistake
I have to first start by saying I’m going to be completely honest with you. I am no
angel, I’m not a role model, and I’m certainly not perfect. I just hope you can all be
mature about what I am about to tell you, but most importantly, learn from it! It’s more
real than you think.
What decision did I make in my life that probably affected me the most? That
would most likely be my decision to have sex for the first time. I know it doesn’t sound
like something that would be the worst mistake of my life, but it honestly was. It already
has affected me, and I’m sure it will affect my future in many ways.
It was two weeks before my 14th birthday. I looked extremely different than I do
now. I dreamed of having what I thought was the perfect guy. The guys you found in
movies or TV that were always the most popular and gorgeous (tall, dark, and
handsome...you know the type.) Well, finally I met him. His name was Aaron. Six foot
tall, brown hair, deep brown eyes, and those muscles! He is on the football team and
works out 24/7. He was a dream come true. Eventually, I started to date him.
Shortly after, about a week after our relationship had begun, one of my best
friends called me and told me she had sex for the first time. She told me what it was like
and I became curious. "Aaron is really nice," I thought to myself. "We have a lot of fun
on our dates."
The next time I saw Aaron, I took him to my house when no one was home. We
had met at a pizza place down the street, and it was in walking distance to my house.
Well, you can figure out what happened after that. I was really, really happy at the time.
He was so gorgeous. I honestly thought he cared about me, and he lead me to believe that,
I suppose. I wouldn’t have thought that if he didn’t.
After we were done, I heard a car door shut in the driveway. We quickly made my
bed and sat innocently on the couches in my living room when my step-dad walked in. I
introduced him to Aaron and then quickly and quietly left. I knew I wasn’t going to hear
about it then, but I knew I was going to get it sooner or later. I was sure they wouldn’t like
boys in the house when no one was home.
Well, eventually Aaron and I got back to the pizza place and my grandmother was
there to pick me up. I hugged Aaron goodbye. Little did I know that would be the last
time I saw him.
He said we didn’t have enough in common. He said that he just didn’t think our
relationship could last. He said that I had sex with him, he didn’t have sex with me.
It’s funny, because at my house I asked him if I would regret what we were doing
the next day, and he didn’t answer me. That should have been a slap in the face, but how
was I to know? I was so very young. Too young.
I remember thinking to myself, "This can’t be happening to me! This stuff only
happens in movies!" Well, guess what, it doesn’t only happen in movies. This is real. It
happens to real girls. We have to be careful now a days to whom we share this with. It’s
not something that should be shared with just anyone, it should be shared with your
husband. In the bible it says that because women are made from men that when we have
intercourse, we become one, and that’s why it is so special. I was so stupid, and I regret it.
I regret sinning against what God had said was right and I regret not being able to share
this special gift with my husband. Sex really isn’t what it’s made up to be anyway. It’s not
worth it at all. This caused me immense emotional strain and above all heartache. Girls,
please, its not worth all the heartache! This situation happens to girls everywhere, not just
girls on 90210. You have to respect yourself enough to save yourself. It is so dangerous
today to have sex anyway. It’s not worth the disease and heartache! Not only that, but my
parents had lost trust in me as well. IT’S JUST NOT WORTH IT!! I hope you have
learned a valuable lesson...I know I have.

Lesson Lake

Whenever I get discouraged or the least bit sad, I get into the boat I built last
summer and rest peacefully on the lake by our house called "Lesson Lake." I get away
from my house, I get away from my chores, I get away from my parents. We are having
bad money problems and they always take their anger out on me. I mean, I’m only 15.
What do they want from me? They never leave me alone! It’s always, "Jimmy do this,"
or, "Jimmy you have to do that." It’s a vicious cycle.
One day my mom was yelling at me to do things, and I felt very agitated, so I
grabbed my fishing pole and ran down the street to the spot where my boat was. I figured
she wouldn’t sedate by dinner time, so I planed on catching a few fish that I could cook
and eat on the land by the lake. I bated the hook and threw in the line.
By dark, I had caught six fish. I decided to try and catch one more. I ran my
fingers through my brown hair and reached for the bait. I threw the line in the water.
When I felt nothing tug on my line after a few minuets, I tried to pull it up, but it
wouldn’t move.
"It must be caught on something," I said into the wind.
I kept pulling but it still was caught. Finally, since my hands were wet, I pulled so
hard the pole slipped out of my hands and went into the water.
I quickly ran over to the side, but it was too late. All I saw in the water was my
brown eyed, freckly face peering into it. I sighed. That was my only pole!
I decided to go down to the bottom of the lake and retrieve it. I took off my shirt
and placed it in the boat. I took a deep breath and dived in. I went all the way to the
bottom of the lake, which was pretty impressive, and found my pole lying on a plant. I
began to follow the fishing line so I could detach it from whatever it was caught on.
When I reached the end of the line, I found it connected to a big wooden box.
I stopped and looked at the box in amazement. "It’s a treasure chest!" I thought
excitedly. I stared at it until I found myself running out of air. I grabbed the box and
swam to the surface.
I placed the box onto the grass near the lake. Even the box was amazing!
Everywhere on it seemed to glow. It was beautifully carved with the most perfect wood I
had ever seen. The sides and the bottom were plated with the finest gold that even the sun
would be jealous of it’s shine. Imagine how magnificent the treasure inside must be!
It took me all night into the morning to get it open. Finally, around dawn, I broke
off the lock.
I tremulously open the chest. When I peered inside, I was bewildered by the fact
that there was no treasure at all! Instead, in it’s place, was brilliantly shiny red, white, and
pink sequined hearts. They were as small as a jewel on a ring but there were millions that
were concealed inside the box. I shook my head in confusion.
I dug through the hearts until I found a small sheet of paper. It was old and ripped,
and the sides were brown with decay. When I opened it, at the top were big, bold letters
coloured in red and with a gold outline reading "Love." Underneath it in small print, it
read, "The only wealth you will ever need is love. If you are surrounded by love, no
matter how it is shown, you are richer than ever imagined."
I dropped the paper back into the box. I realized that my house really wasn’t so
bad, or my chores, or my parents even. Maybe my family is so hard on me because they
love me and want me to be the best I can be and don’t want me to have the same
problems as them.
I put the paper back into the chest and threw it back in the water. There it will stay
until somebody else, like me, will need to learn how rich we really all are.