Here’s what my story’s about, please don’t copy.
Sage was taken away from his family by scientists when he was 10. He was supposedly the most likely candidate for their experiment because he came from a line of psychics. It took 4 years of testing and monitoring to complete the procedure. Giving him the power where if he touches someone for too long the victim gasps in pain as their heart begins to prick with a shock that will stop the heart. Having succeeded they began training him to be the ultimate weapon, hoping to expand his powers over time. That is until Sage escaped a year later. Ever since then he’s been struggling with his new found talent that he refers to as a curse. Awhile after he escaped he was picked up by the police, for robbing a Quick Mark, and was placed in a foster home where they had 2 other kids of which they had adopted. It wasn’t long til he ended up in juvi. 4 years later, at 19 years of age, he was released. Sage’s foster parents thought they’d try a change of scenery. That’s where he meet Mallory. The one who cared enough to break down the walls.

I’m not sure if I want them to meet this way. Any ideas?
Also, should I make her gifted as well?
I’m not sure how to make this work or sound good.

1) How the shit did he escape?
2) Imma gonna assume that if they wanted him to be their unlimited super-weapon they did some sort of brainwashing or indoctrination, how the shit did he get around that?
3) I’m still having trouble with a 14 with nearly no training escaping trained government soldiers
4) Why the hell didn’t they come back for him when he popped up on the government radar for being arrested?
5) How long is too long?
6)Change of scenery to where?
7) Why the hell does Mallory care about some asshole she just met?
8)How has nobody noticed he’s got super powers as long as he’s been around?

Holy crap that makes me sound old, I’m 14 and I was very sheltered for years. I still prefer to watch family channel, because I dont get why these spoiled rotten teens are complaining about how hard their awesome lives are. Its not like your a sex slave, or dying of cancer, no! One of my friends was suicidal over a breakup! WTF! Also these kids (I guess my peers) are sexually active, and they know all these horrible icky things! I like having my naive innosence. Also why do so many teens start "sexting"? Why is sex, violence, and being cool the main focus? Personally I think it may be the media. I did an experiment recently, I listened to heavy emo music for a weak and I was totally goth and odd, then I recorded my observations and tried listening to my fave music (mostly disney stars) and I was happy again, stopped swearing, stopped cutting, wore less makeup, and wen toutside and hung out with my friends. Is the media ruining us? Are these lame MTV reality shows have impressions? (please dont insult me in your answer)
i dont know how to pick a best answer but i like bob g’s and the one right below her, sure the media is horrbile, but parents could step in
also (i know i say that alot)i dont get why people are so mean to miley. teens fuck up. every girl i know has taken "bad" pics on their phone, had their phone stolen, and got embarrassed. now shes a raging racist? please, aries spears is a racist and peopel love him wtf? (so dont diss mily, demi, selena, or any other disney stars or me) you can post an answer with an intellegent idea without returning to insults and unessisary slams
chris i like your answer too,
my teachers are very impressed on how I can see the world with such knoledge for such young eyes, i just have always lived in my own world and when you do that its easier to step back and see whats going on

i love my family, hard working mom with a 1950′s flair for cooking and etc., strong mans mans father, and a best friend who is like my sister
i understand that Miley is a disney icon, but disney shouldnt have people over the age of 14 as role models for kids under the age of 14 (they are just settign themselves upp)

Good question.You are surprisingly knowledgeable for your age. To answer your question I’d have to say kids are really spoiled nowadays. The conveniences afforded by technology and a more ignorant parenting style has bred a generation that doesn’t know much about hard work or sacrifice, parents don’t know how to teach kids discipline, and rely on the TV as a baby sitter vs having family time to talk and get involved in their child’s lives in a meaningful way. Youths are increasingly unable to critically think and that is going to be a big future problem. I am not saying all are bad, but they are a lot more than before. Wow I’m only 25 and am actually ranting. Must be getting old LOL!

I asked if anyone had liked my story. My story wasn’t bad at all here it is.Addison Anderson focused as hard as she could as she welded her latest invention. She loved to invent new things. She wheelied herself out from underneath her new machine. She stepped back to examine her handiwork. “Ahem,” said her mother rudely. Addison spun around. She was in her moms science lab. Her mom was a scientist mostly interested in chemistry. But she always let Addison do some inventing in her lab. It’s what she loved to do. The love of science ran in her family. Her Dad, Terry, who died on a space mission had a great passion for astronomy. Her Uncle Tom, loved conducting experiments that had to do with electricity. Her brother Sam, who got sent to military school by her parents,was really interested in biology. Addison sure missed him. They got along so well, not like any other typical brother sister relationship. So many people in her family had gone to military school, she was sometimes convinced she’d go to military school. But she was a girl and no girls in her family really went to military school. “I’m pretty sure it’s done mum,” said Addison, wiping her grimy hands on her coveralls. “Well, it’s about time!” sneered her mum rolling her eyes. “You were taking longer than my brother Tom does in the bathroom.” Addison avoided her mums rudeness and looked joyfully at her invention. This was amazing. She had actually invented a time machine. She was thrilled. She could go back into the olden days to see how they lived back then. Or she could go so far back that she could see some dinosaurs. Or she could travel a bit into the future to see how her life turned out when she was older. Who she married what her job was, although she was sure she’d be an engineer, who her kids were, how she looked, etc. Or she could travel really far in the future to be able to what sort of nifty inventions they’d came up with. ‘That would be awesome’ she thought to herself. “Ok now,” said her mom “Run home and shower off and get changed out of those filthy hand me downs from Sam. For Pete sakes you look and act so much like a boy I should send you to military school.” Addison rolled her eyes. Her mum always bugged her about not acting lady like. Addison looked at herself in the long mirror. The ponytail that her blond, lank, mousy hair had been pulled into was so loose it had almost fallen out. There was grease and oil and grime all over her tiny heart shaped face, and the baggy orange coveralls had grease stains all over it. She could use a little freshening up, but she terribly wanted to get to her time machine. “Oh, but mom!” cried Addison, “I really want to test out the time machine!” “Well, lucky for you,” sighed her mom, “I brought you a change of clothes and a face cloth. Here you go, you can change in the washroom,” Addison grabbed her clothes from her moms arms and scurried into the bathroom. About five minutes later, she emerged from the washroom looking like an ordinary girl, with a yellow top with a smiling sun on it and a denim knee length skirt. Fer face was all washed up and her hair was combed out to smoothness. She was ready.

“I’m ready mum,”she said sounding more confident than she really felt. Hey, you’d be nervous time traveling on a time machine that hadn’t even been tested yet, wouldn’t you. But Addison was quite confident in her mechanical skills. “Okee dokee”, said her mom, “So are you excited?” “Yeah!” squeaked Addison. “Well go for it girl!” said her mom loudly throwing her hands in the air and then doing a happy dance. Addison was a little surprised to see her mum actually being, you know, excited about something. “I’m so proud of you dear!” said her mom brightly. “I can just see the headline in the newspaper, THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL INVENTS TIME MACHINE!” her mom squealed and then started shaking her daughter. Suddenly she stopped and shook herself out of her happy mood. Addison sighed it was nice while it lasted. “In you go,” said her mom pushing her into the time machine. “Buh bye, have fun, good luck,” said her mom quickly and slammed the door. Addison stood alone in the dark metal room. She decided to try the future first. Addison could barely contain herself. She pushed the button marked with a bold blue letter F. Then she turned the dial to 2099. Suddenly the machine started to shake and suddenly Addison felt a strange pull that didn’t allow her to move. Suddenly the machine stopped and a weird noise came on and the button flashed red. She was there. And it was amazing. She gazed all around her. There was an amazing clear sky with not a single cloud. Behind a long river glistening in the sunlight was a city of clear glass high rise buildings. There were tiny vehicles in the sky, sort of like cars but circular and had jets from out behind them. Addison decided to explore. She walked out to the city. As Addison walked down the sidewalk she tried to act casual, as if none of this was new to her at all. But she was fascinated. Suddenly she walked past a graveyard. “Hey, I could see my grave stone! That would be interesting.” thought Addison to herself. She walked through searching for her name Addison Autumn Anderson. The triple a. It was sort of easy to spot. Suddenly she saw it, lots and lots of flower bouquets all in piles, and beside it was a little Canadian flag the same ones they put when Canadian soldiers die. But, that didn’t make sense Addison didn’t, wait, it all made perfect sense. Her mom sent her to military school because, she was very boyish, and strong, and her mom always bugged her about it. Her moms words flashed in her head. “For Pete sakes, you look and act so much like a boy, I should send you to military school.” Her eyes widened and her throat tightened. Daring to look, she read her grave stone. ‘Here lies Addison Autumn Anderson, died on June 19th 2016 in war. Addison couldn’t believe her eyes. She read the stone over and over again to see if she had misread it, but sadly she hadn’t. “I need to get back to my mum, now,” whispered Addison nervously to herself and scurried away.

If it was posted in the appropriate section (Books & Authors), then it wouldn’t be considered chatting.

It might have been if it were posted elsewhere, though.

And I agree about the first person to answer.