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posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the các bình luận :) Please don't copy and please read and review*
Chapter 8
    Learning hoặc murder?
    “Miss Lorean and Miss Jenkins, keep it down!” Our teacher barked.
    Jess rolled her eyes. “It’s Mrs. Jenkins, sir.”
    The class exploded into giggles, and I could’ve sworn Mr. Hiat cracked a smile before smoothing it into an annoyed frown. “Is that so?”
    Jess nodded, batting her eyelashes. I tried to contain my giggles as she stood up and flashed us a ring. “It is baby!”
    The whole class cheered and started clapping, Jess did a little bow and then sashayed back to our desk. I was grinning so widely.
    “Insane!”
    “You know it,” Jess blew a Kiss to the whole gawking class.
    After that weird outburst, we started to settle down and actually work. My happiness from earlier deflated and I remembered the information I had learned in the past few days.
    My older sister, who I adored, who I wanted to be like, who everyone thought was perfect.
    Wasn’t that perfect at all.
    I felt my mind straying from our hopeless assignment that was được trao to us, we were nearly done. But why should schoolwork matter? My sister was murdered, killed. And I have to make this replica of a house that was burned down years ago, when I could be solving Dorothy’s murder.
    I thought of the boat, of the prank Rob described, I remember hearing that in the paper. We knew it was the prank, and we sympathized the girl, but we knew she should’ve kept her guard up. I mean, it has to a bit a strange, of a group of people being invited to a really được ưa chuộng party out of nowhere.
    “They were partying on that yacht, I bet bạn they were drinking”. My sister doesn’t drink, she couldn’t, wouldn’t.
    “When they did something it would usually lead to calling the police, extreme pranksters they were”. My sister scoffs at those people.
    “Then they pushed some kid in the water, and she started freaking out because she saw the alligator”. My sister wouldn’t want to harm anyone.
    I remember exactly what she đã đưa ý kiến to me before she left, she had looked excited and she gave me a Kiss on the cheek and told me she loved me about one hundred times. Dorothy was nervous too.
    What did they do to her? What did Dorothy do? I heard the distinctive sound of a door slamming, a scream, yelling. As giây passed the noise grew louder and louder, I thought I heard someone call my name. But before I could respond I was standing on a boat, loud âm nhạc poured out of it, blasting my eardrums. People were entering, looking proud pleased, and popular. But they soon were going to get the shock of their life.
    “It’s all set right?” I whipped around to see Dorothy in a cute mini blue dress, whispering nervously to a stunning brunette.
    “Everything’s in perfect motion,” she đã đưa ý kiến smoothly, a twisted edge in her eyes as she smiled and waved at her guests.
    Dorothy grinned to, fingering a chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm as she threw a quick glance to the water. “Everything’s ready to go down.”
    I felt myself deflate at the impending doom that was to be bestowed on these kids, the evidence that proved my sister was a part of this.
    Let the prank commence.
posted by cuteypuffgirl
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired bởi a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)

Gone: a poem

She sat alone
in the corner of the room.
She didn't speak
she would merely loom.
Like she was a shadow
an invisible ghost.
No one gave
a damn at the most.

She would sit there
and simply stare
looking at those
who ignored her.
No one looked
at her twice
no one bothered
when she was nice.

She was a nobody,
forgotten bởi all.
Her ever-blank stares
directed at the bare, empty wall....
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I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all bạn want from me
is honesty.

as i write out the facts
bạn act like bạn don't really
care where my tim, trái tim truly is.

Let me tell bạn where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my tim, trái tim
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.

as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest thi ca
that i write, i see bạn looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.

bạn look at me and bạn
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to bạn the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.

as i hold the key to this
honest thi ca that i compose
bạn seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
Sittin here remicsin about all the good times we had watever happened between us we were like sisters we had each others back bạn were there for me and i was there for bạn i miss all the good times we had can we go back to that now

[chorus]
dont bạn remember all those timez all those things we did together i miss those times so bad watever happened can bạn tell me yeah so i can fix it and get rid of these weights on my shoulders yeah i miss bạn i miss talking to bạn i miss hanging with bạn can we ever go back ot those times

i have to thank bạn for so many things for everything bạn did for me yeah...
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posted by Problematic129
Wow...I am so so so so so so so SORRY! (Again...meh) but hey, hi. Part...14! Let;s go with that, how've bạn lovelies been doing? Me? Good, actually, I am quiet liking my high school and cannot wait for halloween, even though I have no costume what so ever yet. But..hey, who cares? I'm tempted to go in my night clothes and come back trang chủ to just fall on my giường and sleep.
Has anyone told bạn they loved bạn recently? Because I do, and like you, I need my dose of inspiring pics and what-not. Routine...I own nothing, all these pictures go to their rightful owners. Some of these pictures come from...
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