is this a good beginig to a book?

Published on August 5th, 2010.

I sat in a cold stone hallway cross-legged against the wall suddenly I bolted upright. This just won’t do said. And besides I don’t want to be around when monsters start showing up I thought to myself. So while picturing the village in my mind I took a step forward and disappeared. I reappeared in the middle of a crowded mid-evil market place. I kept walking forward receiving glares from passing people I laughed and continued to walk along the street I did not go far however for an old woman seeing my apprentice robes and long pointy hat came rushing up to me. My grand daughter is sick with a fever please help[ her she’s all I have left. I thought “Of course another sick kid with grand parents who always seem to over react“. sigh how can I help I said bored already follow me she said as she turned and disappeared into the crowd I ran to catch up with her.
(*)
The crowd had subsided we were now walking along a lonely dirt road the land stretched out uninterrupted by tree or house all for one house which lay in the distance it was the small farm In which this weird lady and her grand daughter lived apart from the herbs they grew and the few animals they bred and sold on market day ( which was months away ). I found all of this out from weirdo whose name was Ruth who unfortunately for me and her grand daughter was a talker. She had begun to talk when we had left the crowd and was still talking now six miles away from were she had began. So desperate to get away I yelled STOP. She stopped talking looked around seeing nothing she eyed me. What is it she said a little annoyed. I just thought I said thinking quick I just thought that instead of walking the next the mile I could teleport us the rest of the way. Lazy wizards she muttered ok she said holding out her hand I grabbed it and we both disappeared when we reappeared we were outside her front door I let go of her hand and we walked in. the inside of the house had a dirt floor and one room which contained two large beds, ( one larger than the other ) also there was a fire place next to which was a stool in one of the corners there was a wardrobe.
In the smallest bed the girl lay I walked to her and checked her temperature she was burning hot but she’d be ok. with that I took my pack off and started rummaging through feeling for a bottle I always kept some on hand for there always seemed to be a sick kid that needed my help every time I came to the village . Ah there it I said pulling it and a spoon out. What’s your name? I asked her. Clara said Clara who was about six. who in the hell was here to watch her I wondered looking around. Ok Clara I said this wont taste very good but your going to have to swallow it all I said pouring some of the thick mixture into the spoon and bringing it up to her mouth. Open wide I said and I dumped it in. She swallowed it immediately. And for being such a good girl you may have one wish. What would you like? You can have any thing I added (a little treat I throw in for the little ones). she thought for a moment and beckoned me closer obviously it was a secret I dropped my head closer and she whispered in my ear: a story book. Really I asked is you’re your grandma even able to read to you. She shook her head. I thought for a moment then it came the book would have to read to her so I snapped my finger and a book appeared I picked it up it was perfect so I pulled my wand out tapped the book with it and commanded you will read aloud when open. Then I opened it to a random place and almost immediately a voice started coming out of it I handed it to her and said enjoy it. I turned to her grandmother told her that the fever should be gone by tomorrow morning she thanked I said it was ok and if she needed any thing to find me and I left.
pleas try to and read it all plz

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all i want is my parents to be proud?

Published on July 23rd, 2010.

all i want is my parents to be proud well my dad not my mom she hates me already! my dads in the army i’m 17 and he knows what i’ve done. i’ve shoot a guy in the knee! he made me mad while i had a gun witch isn’t smart. i’ve beaten a kid older then me up because she made me angry she called me a bit** to i attacked her i pinned her down and started punching her almost to death she went to the hospital i almost went to jail for it. i was put in jovie because i stool something but that time my step dad told me to steal beer for him and he will get my mom to notice me.. i did it got put in jail and he laughed at me and said sike. so i got out 2 months later and beat the crap out of him and he almost cried like a baby and i laughed. i almost killed a old guy he was flirting with me so i almost killed him because i thought it was he was a sick bas****. i stool a teenagers boys pants because he pushed me! i stuff boys in lockers at school! the football team is scared of me! my mom loves my step sisters more then me! she says they are girlie unlike you that hangs with guys and is a kick boxer. my dad wasn’t in my life because of my mother she made him not being able to see me and my twin brother. so he told my uncle to raise me to be good and have strangth he knew i was the stronger one then my twin. so he wanted me to protect my twin with my life as long as my uncle! witch was like my dad. when i was 14 he died so i went to bad A$$ on everyone i knew.

i feel like i failed my dad and uncle. how can i lose this guilt?

My dad is in a coma and if he dies he will die with regret that he didn’t raise me good enough! i’m tired of my mom telling me i’m the worst thing in her life.
how i’m with my dad today is because i got kicked out of my house witch made my dad able to take me in.. i fliped off my step dad so i got kicked to the street like a piece of trash thats useless
but i don’t want to change i like the way i am! i just want my dad to see that i’m happy the way i am

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Plant Suggestions for the Fall?

Published on June 30th, 2010.

I’m a teacher in an urban school and was given a tomato topsy turvy to hang from a hook outside my portable in the spring and the kids loved watering it (the first one to finish their morning work got to fetch the water in the watering can and the first one to finish math got to stand on the step stool and water the plant), but as soon as it started flowering, school was out and the kids are missing out on the tomatoes.

I have a brown thumb, but I was hoping someone would have a suggestion for something I could plant in the topsy turvy in the fall for the students to watch grow. Please don’t suggest a planter or raised flower bed instead: the school doesn’t have room and it is a multi-shared space and the approvals to hang the topsy turvy took forever. Any hardy plant suggestions would be much appreciated – I live in the Bay Area of California where we have a pretty mild climate year round and the hanger gets direct sunshine about half the day. We teach a unit in August and September on plant life cycles and the parts of a plant – it need not necessarily be a flowering plant, but that would be ideal.

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Van Der Graaf Generator Question?

Published on June 8th, 2010.

I am teaching physics for the first time. We are doing a unit on electricity, and I found an old van der graaf generator in storage. I want to show the kids how my hair will stand up, YET it has been a while since I used one last (in high school).

Please tell me if I have the correct steps listed.

1.) Turn on the generator.
2.) Stand on something insulated, like a wood stool.
3.) USUALLY, I think, you need to have another small sphere touching the big sphere while you initially put your hand on the generator. If I do not have a small sphere, can I still touch the big sphere?
4.) Touch the sphere, hair goes up.
5.) SLowly remove hand.
6.) Discharge using smaller sphere.

I guess my real questions are: do I NEED to stand on a wood stool? Is there something else I can stand on? And, if I don’t have a smaller sphere to discharge the large one, what can I use?

thanks!

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For all teenagers and kids.Do u like this?

Published on June 7th, 2010.

Chapter 1:"where’s the locket"

Rufus Crow was hiding under his father’s desk hoping to find his lost book that his father hid away after finding out that instead of studying; Rufus was devouring all the books in the house. Rufus was a true book worm. Books seem to pull him with an invisible magnet away from his mundane life with his father, Elliot Crow.
After fiddling hopelessly for a while inside his fathers black rucksack, Rufus pushed himself from under the desk and walked to the window making sure that his father hadn’t came yet. As Rufus tried to reach up for the light plug beside the door, he elbowed the golden goblet on the, round table beside him and the goblet fell, clinking at the wooden floor. After some stretching of arms the yellow light of his father’s office glided over the poorly furnished room. There was nothing but a 3 legged stool standing away from a small desk that was flanked by two teetering towers of books, a broken legged wardrobe standing a few c.ms away from the wall.
For the coming hour, Rufus carefully examined each book in his father’s collection which was mainly made up of books about Norse and Greek mythology. Throwing the Celtic mythology encyclopedia beside him, Rufus wondered, why would a man like his father ,Elliot crow, care to read mythology books .Rufus knew that people as boring and as silent as his father should read nothing but the dead lists in the journal.
Another half an hour passed, and Rufus still hasn’t found his novel, to kill a mocking bird,. For sure his father has kept it in one of his locked drawers at his room, Rufus thought. But as Rufus was getting ready to leave by removing all the signs that showed his entrance to his father’s office, he heard the roaring engine of his fathers bright blue fiat 128 .Rufus ran to the window, hoping that he’ll be out of the office before his father would recognize him at the window. After parking in the small garage at the left side of the house, Elliot crow locked his car and walked down the bricked lain. .Rufus took a short step away from the window, but something at his father’s side grip his attention, so he stopped. Midway down the lane a cloaked man emerged from under the oak tree to the left of the lane, and he smirked at Elliot who stopped transfixed at the sudden appearance of this man, but eventually Elliot joined the man under the darkness of the tree.

Rufus couldn’t help but wonder. His natural curiosity has always been his biggest guide. Who was that man with his father? The man got stuck in Rufus’s head as a figure of abruptness and ghostly aura.
Unable to lose a second, Rufus rushed down the house. He jumped carefully behind the thick hedges of the front garden, and then , after making sure that no one was watching him, he scampered to another wide trunked tree, facing the tree under which his father and this mysterious man stood. Due to the darkness that the knotty leaves casted under the tree ,Rufus failed to see exactly the shape of the man or his father, but he heard their voices. He knew Elliot’s deep, warm voice, even if it was spoken among a crowd of shrieking men. But the other man’s voice was cold, airy, filled with a strange color that gave it a dark aura.

"Speak Crow I’ve no time to waste .where’s the locket??" .The cold voice spoke.

"I don’t know Lionel you must believe me."

Rufus pressed the back of his head harder against the trunk of the tree; he barely heard the words.

"You know that I won’t be fooled by someone like you Crow. Tell me where the locket is?"

"I’ve hidden it Lionel, but I’m ready to give you some information."

Tckkk
Rufus trampled over a twig. Elliot walked from under the tree, and spoke to the air. "
”Someone is here .let’s go inside"
Elliot’s brown hair fell over his wide temple. His face was long and pale as he scanned the garden, and the street. Rufus remembered the nights in which his father kissed him with his warm lips, and tucked the velvet quilt under his body, but now these nights were over. After the death of his mother, smatha Crow, Elliot relation to his son turned as cold as a piece of ice forgotten in freezer for centuries. Their talking grew scarce over time, even rufus’ attempts to get closer to his father failed drastically. As rufus tiptoed from under the tree , following the two men into the house ,old memories struck him with sadness. That night, a year ago, Rufus entered into his father’s room and kissed him while he was sleeping. Expecting a better reaction, his father pushed him hard to the ground billowing at him." leave me I want to sleep".
The memories brought tears to his eyes, but Rufus shook them away. Before the two men walked into the office, Rufus furtively slipped behind a broken legged wardrobe where a couple of rats ate at some neglected papers of his father.
A moment and the two men came into the office with Elliot locking the door behind him.
"Then tell me crow ,I won’t wait any longer, where’s the locket

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My 8th month old puppy is sick?

Published on June 6th, 2010.

My (technically my step sisters, but it use to be mine and I’ve been puppy sitting since it is sick to keep it away from her kids) 8th month old Pug-Pekingese mix has thrown up a total of 6 times so far today (it’s 11:15 am here).
We talked to the vet, and they said feeding her yogurt and a baby aspirin would help, but it hasn’t.
According to my sister, she also has rice sized worms in her stool.
She also has a BIG loss of a appetite, and will only drink a little water.
Can anyone help?
The vet did recomend a dewormer, and we have been using it.

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What do you think of this short story?

Published on June 5th, 2010.

I am tooling around with different story ideas, and would like any constructive feedback you can give on this little one…

Who knew my kitchen could be such a dangerous place?
NOW, someone hears me? Now, somebody finally looks up?
I couldn’t help the smile creeping across my lips, even as the hood of the parked red car loomed closer into view.
People were looking now, huh. Were screaming now. Grabbing their children. Running away, even. Now, when two and one-half songs ago, they could have looked up and helped me.
I wonder who’s calling?
This must look absolutely ridiculous to Mrs. Martha in 201-B, who I am sure has dropped that ridiculous ladybug coffee mug by now.

At least my fingers don’t hurt anymore, though they’re probably still bleeding from grabbing that windowsill for so long. Banged my knee really good on the faucet too. Guess I’ll never know how the cat food got all the way up there on top of the snack cabinet… still doesn’t make sense. Bet nobody’ll think to ask later anyway. Heck, who would even answer, Mitzy? “Meow, Meow. Meow!” Yeah. Heh. Poor kitty’s gonna be lonely now. I hope she finds a kid with really gullible parents before they try to stick her in a shelter. No one else in the condo has a cat. Maybe that little freckle-faced kid at the park where we usually walk after dinner?
Sirens now. What good will all that do? Better be the Mop-Up-Crew. If Mr. Stick-in-the-Butt downstairs in 1408-F hadn’t made the noise complaint, this would all be going down quietly. Well, except for the smashing glass, my screaming, and whatever noise this car is about to make.
The CD sort of set this whole thing in motion, though…
I couldn’t help being excited, it being release day and all. So, I dropped my bag and ran straight to the stereo when I came in from the store.
I turned the stereo all the way up and started singing along. I couldn’t believe all the greatest hits were there on ONE CD! Not to be ignored, Mitzy had wrapped her orange cream-sicle body around my legs until I gave in and went to her empty bowl.
The second track started up as I rambled through the cabinets searching for her food. I think Mitzy liked that one; she seemed to be meowing along with me. Not finding any cans in the regular places, I kicked off my heels and used the brown bar stool to check the top shelves.
Track three kicked in just as the phone started ringing. Ignoring the phone, I stepped up on the counter to peek over the flour bags and coffee cans, knowing Mitzy had at least three or four cans of food left. Walking around the edge of the counter in my stockings, I shuffled through the tops of all the cabinets for the maddening little cans. Just as I wrote it off as a lost cause, I reached the top of the last set of cabinets being careful not to hit the drying dishes. There, in a neat little stack balanced on top of the canned hotdog-snack-things, was a lonely little can of Mitzy’s cat food!
Thrilled at my diligent success, I turned to my cat and threw my hands in the air in triumph, singing along with the fourth track of my new favorite CD.
At that exact moment, a barrage of loud, sharp thuds came crashing in against my front door. Completely unprepared for this attempted burglary on the 15th floor of my doorman-staffed condominium at 4:38 in the afternoon, I did what any sane person, standing behind a locked door in a kitchen full of knives, having graduated self-defense class, would have done. I panicked. Every muscle in my body seemed to briefly lock in place; except, apparently, the ones controlling my jaw, which fell open. My right foot, perched so precariously on the edge of the sink in the first place, began to slide forward away from my body.
Powerless to control myself, and expecting to simply slide down the sun-warmed window and crumple into the sink as the robber burst through the door, I felt my body tip backwards. I heard the crash. Felt the glass. Pinching. Bumping. Slicing. Meowing. Dripping. Twisting. Track four must be a remix. Screaming. Grabbing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the sound of running water and the rough, stiff texture of concrete under the tip of my left hand and right forearm, and the absence of a place to rest my feet. I guess my knee had turned the faucet on. I was still screaming. I opened my eyes. Willing my jaws shut, and channeling all the air-punching arm-power Turbo-Jam ever gave me, I tried to pull myself up onto the five inch windowsill. Guess I skipped too many sessions. There was a brief, but rather effective, musical interlude between track four and five; during which, I heard the voice at the door yell, “…down now, or I’m calling the cops!”
OK, it was time to scream. I gave it all I had, in thirty second bursts of all out screaming, hollering, yelling, begging, everything my voice could do. Mitzy even threw in a little caterwauling on my behalf. Unfortunately for me, track f
Sorry for the split. This is what’s next…

Unfortunately for me, track five and six were pretty much dance hits.
As the final beats for track seven thrummed on the stereo, I realized these may well be my final moments on the planet, perched fifteen stories over Graham Street, listening to an Old School CD, staring at the “M” on the forehead of my overweight tabby cat. I thought of all the people who would miss me, all the things that would change in the world, and realized it was really just Mom, Dad and the cat. Dang, not much of a mark. If anyone got the wrong idea, they might think I just got mad at Mitzy and jumped out the window. Sure wish I could climb back in this window and do something people would miss before I tried to feed the cat again. Track nine now, I sure have been here a long time. Too bad Mr. Whiner-in-1408-F never actually calls the cops. Loser, I thought as my arms gave out just as the cell phone in the left pocket of my skirt began to ring.
…

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How's this for a first chapter? (WARNING this is pretty long….)?

Published on June 4th, 2010.

It was a day like any other day. I sat at the counter watching Nancy ring up rude customers and their fatty caffeine drinks. As the last business-like-jerk picked up his double espresso latte Nancy mouthed jerk-off. I let out a laugh. As the business-like-jerk looked back with a look of confusion, Nancy too laughed. He eyed me with a smirk.
“Whatever.” I muttered turning away. He chuckled walking across
the café to a booth in the darkest corner of the café. I looked over at Nancy.
“What?” I asked. Nancy had a huge grin on her face. She cleared her
throat.
“Oh nothing.” She said yawning. I jumped up from the stool I was occupying and made my way over to the bathroom.
“Where you going?” Nancy asked from behind the register.
“Bathroom.” I said pushing open the door, and locking it behind me. I let out a sigh and walked into one of the only clean stalls. I pulled the lock on the stall door closing the toilet lid and sitting down. I put my face in my hands and waited for the headache to come. And there it was creeping its away from my spine to my brain. I pinched the bridge of my nose as the headache worsened. The pain was so bad that hitting myself in the head with a hammer would have been better then this. I heard the door unlock and someone walk in. I let my hand fall from my face and stood up. I climbed on top of the toilet lid and stood there listening. It could have been Nancy coming to see if I was alright, or it could have been our boss John coming in when he knows his not suppose to. I was still standing there when I heard a phone start to ring. It wasn’t mine because I knew I never carried my phone while I was working. Okay maybe not always but a lot of the time I didn’t carry it. I heard the phone click on and a deep male voice say, “Hello.” I could feel my throat being to close up. It was the same voice that belong to the business-like-jerk who order a double espresso latte.
“I’m kind of busy here. What do you want.” He said so low that I could barely hear him. He moaned. “Come on not again! I leave you for an hour and he already sneaks away unnoticed.” He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself.
“Okay tell me what happened?” He asked. I feel my feet start to go numb from standing on the flimsy toilet lid. I couldn’t step down because I know I would get caught and be accused for eavesdropping. Then it hit me. This was the women’s room! What in the hell was this creep doing in the women’s room…? Maybe he saw me walk in alone and wanted to take a peek at me on the toilet…! I thought to myself. I felt my face grow red. That creep! How dare he try to do such a thing. I stepped off of the toilet slowly, wanting to catch him in the act. I pulled the lock trying not to make a sound. Then he had to ruin it for me….
“Come on out I know…actually I’ve known you were in there the whole time.” I pouted learning that my cover had been blown. I pushed open the stall door and stepped out. He was leaning against the wall phone at his ear listening too whoever was on the other line.
“How did you know I was in there?” I asked looking down at the shiny tile floor. He chuckled. "Your stealth skills need a little bit more work, besides I saw you walk in here." Ha-ha so he was trying to take a peek at me! I thought victoriously. I was ready to jump for joy until when he said his next words.
“Don’t worry I didn’t come in here to peek at you,” He said switch his phone to his other ear. “Besides I have a girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes find that not hard to believe.
“Then why did you come into the ladies room, and not the men’s room?” I asked looking back to the floor. His face twisted in disgust.
“What and see all those guys using the bathroom,” He said. “No thank you.” I looked at him with a dumb-found look. He laughed.
“Just kiddin ya kid.” He stood there looking really bored until he must of heard something he didn’t like.
“What,” He screamed over the phone. “How could you let that happen? He kil-I mean he hurt someone?” He asked. I felt myself go numb. Was going to say kill…. I felt my heart start to speed up, my hands, and forehead became sweaty. His face was hard to read now, like he switched-off all his emotions. He let out an irritated sigh.
“Okay…okay I’m on my way.” He flipped his phone shut and slipped it into his back pocket of his pants.
“Well it seems that I’m needed elsewhere, see ya later Beth.” I stared after him as he walked out the door. “How did he know my name?” I asked myself. I pushed open the ladies room door and watched him walked to his car. He opened the BMW’s door and hoped in. His car roared to life wiping out of it’s parking space, racing down the road. I walked over and switched with Nancy. It was now my turn to deal with the costumers. I stared out the glass front widows and door as a guy a few years older then me maybe, pulled the door open and walked in. He had long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and shocking blue eyes. When he locked his gaze with mine

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Did I paint the picture? part 2.?

Published on June 3rd, 2010.

my mom always tells me that the key to writing a good book is to "paint the picture". you can’t just expect your readers to see the same thing you are. it makes total sense to me and i was just curious if this paints a good image in your head too.

Hunter is the New kid in school, he and Violet are just friends right now. You can consider this their "first date".
Hunter is showing Violet this little boat house he found in the woods.

Here it is :

I took a step inside and the first things I noticed were a little wooden stool and a very old fishing pole, it was covered in cob webs and dust. The stool looked like it was fine, actually, it looked new. The fishing pole on the other hand, didn’t look very inviting.
“I know it’s a little dusty-”
“No, it’s perfect.”
When I finished looking at every corner of the little shed, I turned to face him. Suddenly a question popped into my mind.
“Why are you showing me this?”
He raised an eyebrow at me like he was confused.
“No what I mean is why did you decide to bring me here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you did, but what made you think of this yesterday when you invited me here?”
“Well when we started talking about your sister and the wedding, you instantly tighten up. I figured something like that would make me a little anxious too, so I decided it’d be a good idea to show you some peace and quiet.”
Was I really that easy to read? I thought about it for a second and that question no longer bothered me. The one thing that really caught my attention was the fact that he was cared about me.
I knew I was blushing I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
“Do you just come in here and think?” I guess it sounded founded when I said it because he laughed.
“Not really, the last time I was here I brought my guitar and played it for a while, that’s the other thing that helps me unwind.”
He plays guitar? I guess I wasn’t really surprised; he seems like the kind of guy who would.
“You’ll have to play for me one day.”
“I’ll think about it.” He looked like he was actually thinking about it.
“Please?” I figured if I begged maybe he’d give in and just say yes.
“Well you’d be the first person I ever played for, so I have to make sure you are worth it.” He teased.
“The first? Really? Wow, how long have you been playing?”
“About six or seven years” He said it like there’s nothing to it.
“Jeez, that’s a while; I’m sure you’re better than you give yourself credit for.”
“Oh I know I’m good.” He laughed and reached over to push my hair behind my shoulder, I felt my knees lock and my shoulders buckle. “It’s just that my music is really personal.”
I didn’t say anything; I was still in shock from his touch. It was electrifying. I craved for more, I wanted to just reach up and let my fingers glide along his cheek but I resisted.
“What else do you like to do?” I was breathless, and I think he noticed. He urged me to sit on the little stool while he sat on the dusty floor.
We started talking about our hobbies, likes, dislikes, even our pasts. I think we covered every top there was. He liked to write music, drive, and play his guitar. I kept asking questions, hoping he would open up more, eventually he did. He told me things about his mom and brother. Then he started talking about how his dad left a while ago, when he was really young. It didn’t seem to bother him to talk about his dad, I was a little surprised but he also told me he didn’t really know him all that well, how could he miss something he never had, I agreed with him, it made sense. Then he started to tell me about Kentucky and previous places he’s lived.
“I’ve never really had that many friends, I mean I talked to a few people here and there but it didn’t seem necessary to make a relationship.”
“Didn’t you ever get lonely?” I blurted that one out before I really thought about it. I hoped it didn’t seem rude or anything, that was the last thing I wanted to do to a guy who was just spilling his guts to me.
“No, I like being alone.”
“Oh…” I looked down and let out a sigh. I’m not going to say that didn’t disappoint me, because it did. I was beginning to really like this guy; he wasn’t just a silly 6th grade crush anymore.
“Hey” he reached over and lifted up my chin with a single finger. “I like being with you too, you know.”
He was still holding my chin when my eyes met his. He was smiling, and I couldn’t help but smile myself.

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My well behaved six year old is suddenly a bully. Help?

Published on June 2nd, 2010.

My six year old step son was such a well behaved kid until about 6 months ago and now he is bullying, not listening, defying, not eating, back talking, hitting himself and others and pretty much anything else you can think of and we have no idea why. This is a child that used to love to go to school but now won’t do any homework and is bringing home sad faces on his work (he’s in kindergarden) He does have ADHD and a mood disorder and is being medicated we have tried talk therapy and behavior therepy to see if something maybe bothering him that he feels he can’t talk to us about (it was also for the ADHD and mood disorder) we have been strict that was what worked in the past been relaxed tried ignoring the behavior talking to him time out spanking taking privliges and making him earn them back which he can hardly ever manage to do taking toys his tv time basically making him sit on a stool in the middle of his room all day until meals, school, bathroom breaks etc, and we have tried reward systems none of it works he just acts as if he doesn’t care if you do spank him he will cry then turn around and do the same thing again He has hit his 22 month old cousin he got in a fist fight with his 5 year old best friend and made the friends 3 year old sister cry (and trust me this kid don’t cry) he is biting kids at school kicking us and we have no idea what to do. He will not do his chores anymore he just says no and obviously we cant force him to do it all we can do is punish him for not doing it.He has currently went on a eating strike and lost almost 5 lbs and that is with supplement such as pedi sure and multi vitamans he is a small kid to start with and has fallen off the growth curve Before all this started he had only thrown one tantrum in his entire life if that tells you anything about him before. the only change in his life has been the birth of his brother 4 months ago but the thing is the only time he does behave is when he is with his brother and the doctor and psychologist don’t think that is the problem (after watching there interaction) we are completly lost at what to do does anyone else have any ideas to give us back our sweet little boy
Thanks. He is currently on Risperdal and Vyvanse has been for about 3 months He also sees a occupational therapist, physical therapist and speech therapist and has been for about a year he was premature at birth and has only 4 fingers on his left hand and does have a textile sensitivity I don’t think he relizes that he is hurting other kids because apparently he doesn’t feel deep pain like we do we have tried asking instead of telling it worked for a while and we always start with asking. We have tried the normal don’t do that it hurts people/feelings would you want that done to you conversation he says no but still does it.

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