What Kind Of Gummy Bear Are You?

Give her time to think about it, and let her approach you first. Immediately run to her and give her a huge hug saying "I'm so sorry! I feel awful that we fought!" Laugh it off...tomorrow is a new day. Roll your eyes and tell all of your friends that she was never a true friend anyways. Yell at her and call her name.

Feel your heart droop, pull over and say a silent prayer. Laugh and keep driving. It was the 'up' of your day. Pull over and see if the collar has a phone number, feel sorry for a minute, then smile and keep driving, keeping the family of the dog in your heart. Pull over and start crying for the dog, feeling so sorry for it. Wonder why the stupid thing had to die in the middle of the street. It might get blood on the new tires.

Complain the whole drive over and the whole time you are there and don't pay a minute's worth of attention to your grandparents. Excitedly run to the car so you can go ahead and get there. It will be the best weekend ever if you're with your loved ones. Say, "Psh, I'm not going there" and scream at your mom for being so annoying. Smile politely and kindly endure the stay, spending each minute contently. With a giggle, smile excitedly. At least you will be able to see your beloved grandparents.

Hug people! Laugh out loud! Roll your eyes and toss your hair. Scream and punch things. Smile.

Clean it happily, while humming. Immediately agree and clean it was great satisfaction. Laugh with sarcasm and walk out the door to go to a friend's house. Quietly do the job with the intent of doing it well. Slam your door and lock it so your parent can't come in. Blow off the whole cleaning thing.

1,000 innocent people...they don't deserve to die though I will miss my loved one terribly! I wish I could save both! Probable the 1,000 innocent people. I need to think of others before I think of myself. Loved ones? Ha. I wouldn't save either. My loved one. I can't stand to lose the one I love. The person I love most, I guess. My pet rat.

You look at your friend and smile. You know she feels awful, and your dad can always get a new car. You say, "that's ok! It happens" and forgive your friend and offer to pay the damage. You soberly get out to check the damage and think about a good way to figure out finances. You sock them in the arm and threaten them to tell the principal that they were drinking and driving until she pays you back with interest. You tell your friend she's retarded and tell your dad that your brother wrecked it.