Brock Ackerman was not a well known person at Kenton High School. Brock always wanted to

become more than anyone though he could be. So one day Brock went to his school which he

hated and always talked about burning. He planned to lock all the students in the gymnasium

that were mean to him in school ever since Second Grade. Brock walked down the halls of the

school as everyone glared at him. "I'll get you, you, you and especially you" he thought to

himself. He trotted into the bathroom and pulled out a knife Brock said "I'm so sick and tired of

everybody giving me though looks like "You're such a loser." I want to be respected among the

other students. I will no longer be the weak, old, pathetic, Brock that everyone thought they cold

just say anything they wanted to me. "From this day forward, I will be called the All Mighty Tyter!"

he said in remembrance of that name from a book that he read later that year. He walked out of

the bathroom. Drake, Drake Webster one of the bullies that always called Brock names ever since

 second grade when I moved here. Drake walked passes him. "Stupid ass" Drake said. Violently,

 he pushed Brock into the girls bathroom." Stupid" he said as he looked back to see him fall. He

 slipped and fell face forward. Brock tried to brace himself with his hands. He let go of the knife

as it slid under a tall, skinny, orange, wall that was a part of a stall. "I hate him I'm going to get

him one of these days" Brock said to him self, or so he thought. He opened the orange door and

there sat a girl as she cried out loudly. He felt the dead screech run down his spine as he started

to sweat. Brock picked up the knife. Quickly, he slit her throat as blood sprayed all over the wall

of the stall. He felt so scared. "Damn... I killed a her poor innocent girl, I didn't mean to, I didn't,

 I promise" Brock said with one last look into the girl's dead eyes. He ran out of the bathroom

trying to step in the small areas surrounded by her blood as he glanced back to see her fall to

the ground trying to get a small breath to scream for help; to save her life. She looked at him

she started crying, she couldn't tell but she slowly faded away, gasping for air. Brock dropped the

knife. He started to run, and then he delayed as he started to blend in with the all students that

just got dismissed out of school by the bell......

1. Make her feel important and fun to be around.

2. Don't flirt with other girls in front of her or any other time.

3. Give her chocolate's and roses to make her feel like a queen.

4. Talk to her ,understand and care of what she has to say.

5. Don't treat her like she is just some girl.

Sorry if this is not true to all of you but if i wanted a girl to feel this way this is what i would do. So this is the best i got.