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We had several ideas for names of this cat. I personally was thinking darkness, but my mom wouldn't go for it. One day, after about a couple days, my mom called us into her room. She told us she finally figured out a name for this nameless cat. But first, she told us how she figured it out. They were watching Futurama, that show about the future, and in the show theres this characting named Dr. Zoidberg. You guessed it, his name is Dr. Zoidberg. Sometimes when he's bad my mom will call him by his full name, Doctor John Zoidberg. Zoidbergs name went through several changed. First, it was Zoi-B, then it went to Soy-Bean, and now we call him Bean. Now, his name is still Dr. Zoidberg, but we figured Bean is his nickname

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Gabriel didn't like No-Name at all. When Gabriel first saw him, he hissed at him like crazy. We gave No-Name a room in the closet, with a fence to keep Gabriel out. I made a sign that said "No-Names Room". It's still there to this day. We relaized Gabriel was used to having his own territory, after all cats are extrememly territorial, so we put No-Name back in his crate until Gabriel got used to him. The problem was, all his did was MEOW EVERY TWO SECONDS. And it wasn't normal either, it was the sound of when a door squeaks but in the form of a meow. And it was loud, too. We took No- Name out for the night, and after 3 nights, Gabriel and No-Name were besties.

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So this was in the middle of the summer two years ago, and it was my mom's birthday. She wanted another cat, and me and my little brother were home alone. My mom called, and told us to bring Gabriel (our one year old cat) into their room, and we had to stay in with him. She said Alex (Her Boyfriend) was incredibly sick. After waiting five minutes or so, she told us to come out (She lives in an apartment). There was a crate on the table, where our newest member of the family was (we'll call the kitten No-Name for now). We opened the crate, and he slowly walked out. He was shaking tremendously, and he was really tiny. My mom told us the previous owners treated him like garbage. He was malnourished, meaning he didn't get the proper nutrients from his mother via breastfeeding, becuase he was seperated from his mom. He also had fleas, stomach bugs, and he was sick. My mom was going to give him back, but she realized she could help him out by keeping him.

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The cast party is for the entire cast of the play. The cast party was right after our final show, and it was at the Putnam Diner. I hung out with everyone I had made friends with during the rehersals. Everyone had done last years play, so they already knew what to do there, but I was just sorta stuck listening to everyone sing last years songs. My best friend Jeffrey was really tired, and so was I, so we both were acting drunk. He would say "BEEZECHURGER" and we would crack up like it was the funniest thing in the world. The musical director came over and jokingly said "Stay away from the sugar packets Jeffrey!". I asked him what she meant, and he explained that at last years cast party, he would eat the artificial sugar and it was a disaster. Of course, since we were acting like nine year olds, we each took turns downing sugar packets. I had 11, he had 8, and his girlfriend had 12. Me and his girlfriend raced as to who could consume more packets. We ran out of sugar packets, so we moved on to salt. Meanwhile, the waiter had finally gotten to our table (their was a lot of kids) and asked what I wanted. I ordered Mozzerella Sticks and a Sherly Temple. I had no idea what that was, but Jeffrey recommended it. She came back and delivered everyone elses but mine. After waiting a while, I had asked 3 times for my Sherly Temple and at the end of the night she just reffered to me as Sherly. That night I was really tired, and I video called my friend on Hangouts for a couple hours

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I was in this years play. I wasn't going to join, becuase I was really shy, but my two close friends threatened me to join. I went to the first meeting having no idea what I was walking into, and to be honest it was really fun. My audition went really well, but I didn't get a main part. I was a knight, and I only had two lines. In the middle of the play, I would say "We tried to stop her, but she wouldn't wait for the drawbridge!" and I would sing "Hey nonny, nonny, nonny, no!". I wasn't that important, but I'm still proud of how well I did. Rehersals would last for 3 hours each day, which was a pain, but it was really fun. Unfortunately, the day we did previews, We had a half day becuase of snow. We only got to perform in front of 4th or 5th graders (I'm not sure) and it was really nerveracking. I got through it, and we did great. The performance for the next night was cancelled because of a snow day, and we only had two performances on saturday. The last one we did, I finally realized that this was it. There will be no more rehersals, no more siging, no more acting, it was all over. During the ending song, I cried. So were a few other people in my defense. The play was the second best experience of my life.

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A couple years ago, I was told that in case of emergencies, like if one of my little siblings were running into the road (right across my house is a highway) I need to lightly push them to slow them down. Me, being incredibly stupid at the time, took that rule and went too far. My little brother, was (in my mind) getting close to the road (looking at it now, he was barely close, I could have stopped him without pushing him). I pushed him, but a little too hard. He slammed to the ground, and stopped. He was hurt, so we went to our Mom. She moved his arm, and it made several cracking noises. She went to the hospital, and he had a broken arm and needed stitches.

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Earlier in the year, around the end of spring break, I discovered my mom had a coupon from McDonalds for 50 chicken nuggets for a dollar. Feeling extra glutenous that day, I asked my mom if I could take on the challenge, and she said yes. We went to McD's, and redeemed our coupon. It came in a large bad, with three boxes. Two of them with twenty, one with ten. This was the day when she was driving me back to my house, three hours away from home. I'm one of those people who eat when their bored, so that helped a little bit. In ten minutes, I finished twenty chicken nuggets. Stuffed, I decided to go to sleep. 3 hours later, I woke up at my house, still a little full. I decided to knock out ten more. I couldn't eat anymore, because I was feeling sick. An hour later, around ten o' clock at night, I made myself finish them before I went to sleep. I lay in my bed, sticking a nugget in my mouth every two minutes or so. This was the most pathetic moment of my life. Finally, around 11, (it was a school night, mind you) I ate the last one.