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When we get trang chủ and put Dawn to giường I lie on the giường and he stands in the doorway and says “ What was that about?” “ She đã đưa ý kiến that she was prettier than Avril and Callie đã đưa ý kiến no she wasn’t and Dawn đã đưa ý kiến she was the prettiest girl in the world and I đã đưa ý kiến she wasn’t so she’s angry. “ So why not let her believe it.” “ Fine.” “ So your going to tell her she’s the prettiest girl in the world?” “ No I’m not gonna lie.” “ Yea of course not even for the sake of our own daughter.” A tear tried to come out of my eyes which I held back with much difficulty. I lied...

Ladies and gentlemen, writers of all ages (especially teens/preteens) and species (except mosquitoes), welcome! I'm bored, have a writer's block made of concrete and am feeling particularly resentful towards the curse known as textese/chatspeak. (Seriously, whatever happened to good ol' morse code?) So I decided the best way to give my nghề viết văn a rest is to help out with yours! Aren't I generous? :)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that I am not an expert bởi any means. I'm not a nghề viết văn guru hoặc a master advice-giver-person. I am simply a fellow writer who wants to pass on what she's learned;...

Jake wandered around the house holding Whitney's vàng medalian chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm in his hand. The house seemed so empty to him without her. Without her sweet voice ringing through the house, without her laugh hoặc her smile that seemed to brighten even the worst days. He sat down on the đi văng and stared at the medalian .
"I screwed everything up..." Jake đã đưa ý kiến to himself. "I'm sorry Whitney....I'm sorry.." Tears started running down his face. Jake set the medalian on the coffee bàn and stood up. He looked at the ground and spotted the cigarette she had stomped out just before they had to run. He walked...

Everyone is good at something. bạn usually start doing it when your about 5. I just started to want to be a writer. So i'm not so good. If bạn see my grades i'm bad at nghề viết văn and đọc but i'm good at Science and Math. I don't want to use those when I grow up. I haven't read my yêu thích book (The Outsiders) for about a tháng and i'm already starting to forget things from the book. (because i got it from the library) This morning I realized that I wont ever be a good writer. But I found out that i'm good at one thing. I've been doing it and wishing to use it ever since I was 3. I've wanted...

"1 DAY"! Darla screamed starting to sob harder. I felt horrible but I also wished I knew Darlas relationship with Emily. Darla walked into Emilys room. So did I. Emilys face was disfigured. She had tubes everywere. Darla was crying hard "please wake up please wake up please wake up" then we heard a slow moan. Darlas face perked a little. "D-d-d-dar-darla?" Emily slowly said. Darla slowly nodded. "I'm here sis". Any person could know they were sisters. I stood up and exited the room. In the hallway there was a nurse at the door. She had a huge welt on her lower arm and and a bruise on her thigh....

"Shelby, what's happening to you?" Emery questioned me before school. I'd walked past him, and he'd grabbed my arm, demanding to talk to me. I looked up at him through my sunglasses, which I wore almost all the time.

"Nothing," I đã đưa ý kiến quickly. "Let me go."

"You're hanging out with them, aren't you?" he said, getting angry. Angry was kind of frightening to see on him. He was usually such a happy person.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tugged away from him, but his grip was too tight.

"Carissa. You're hanging out with her, aren't you? And the others. Dammit, Shelby! What'd I tell you...

"UGH!" i yelled at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of my lungs while trying to swat bugs off my arms and legs. My sister Roxy was laughing at me, well shes the one who lived out here, she was born here but she had to di chuyển when she was 5. Roxy is only 5 years older then me, while i am staring highschool shes starting college. the only reson we are moving here is because my mother couldnt stand to be far from Roxy. I hated how Roxy got treated better then me. Mom was calling me to help her di chuyển in the đi văng but my brother Ted helped her. Ted like my sister was born here but he adapeted to where ever we went. Ted was...

A woman was Madeleine Junet thirty end and mother of nine children.
These knew her on everyone she made a very good impression first and one of her children would complain about her, why one would not be able comprehend so.
But even if Madeleine made a good and happy impression, in reality she was rather wrong. If nobody was from her friends, acquaintances hoặc the Những người bạn of her children there, then she became an indifferent and cheerless person.
In reality she did not really take care of her children. It concerned her also just as little her children came back from the school at what time hoặc whether...

What might be true one day. That is, in a couple of centuries, maybe even in a millennium hoặc more. But one thing is for sure, the joining of the universe will not happen until all mankind is gone. Disappeared. Washed away.

FLASH FORWARD-----------

We are currently working together today. This truly is a miracle. There are absolutely no thieves, murderers, hoặc any wrongdoing going on that I am aware of. Getting a bit boring, if bạn ask me. There's a reason for that. My name is Jacob Brightton, Jake for short. I am a kid lawyer. Believe it hoặc not, I solve thêm cases than the adult lawyers do. (Not...

One ngày in my sixth grade năm I met a guy because of my friend Brianna Garcia well two guys really. The names were Jessie and Joe. Jessie was Brianna’s cousin I had to deal with him. Joe he was Brianna’s crush. I don’t know why but I hated Joe when I met him but I faked a smile because Brianna liked him maybe I hated him both because she latterly dragged me there and that didn’t put me in the best mood. But soon after Brianna had to leave. So I just stayed with the other group of people I hung out with and sometimes we literally hung out well up side down anyway. My seventh grade year...