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posted by problematic124
****Thanks for the comments. I own all rights to this story****
Chapter 2
Những người bạn and school
I woke up real early tiếp theo morning. Dreading the ngày ahead of me. Noel drove us to school on the way to work. We memorized our classes the ngày before. Just wanted to keep bạn awake.But the school was pretty nice. It occupied a long acre of cỏ and trees. So on a hot ngày the trees will shade us from the heat.
The office was the main building a bit larger than the cafeteria and the first first building you'll see.
You'd keep walking straight to glass double doors that lead outside to lush green cỏ and multiple buildings here and there. And not far away from here was a bờ biển, bãi biển and also behind this school few phút away was a shopper's paradise complete with a mall, movie theatre, arcade, and few resturants. Best school ever (on the outside, let's see inside).
Vastiste and I were building buddies so we had to part.
My homeroom teacher's name was mr.Derelo, room 412, it didn't take long find the class. Unfortanutely the chuông, bell hadn't rung, so I got stares and whispers.
"You must be Kyle Sorriti, hi I'm mr.Derelo your history teacher" đã đưa ý kiến a bright cheerful young man, just bởi the way he smiled I could tell the class respected him.
I shook his hand and returned his bright smile as he đã đưa ý kiến "sit where bạn like"
Uh-oh!
I get to choose where I sit!
I walked around looking for a seat, when a pretty brown hair girl motioned me towards her to an empty seat.
An empty seat!
Halleuljah!
I walked quickly there as stares followed me.
"Now class don't be rude to Kyle because remember I know where ya'll live"mr.Derelo đã đưa ý kiến as the class erupted into laughter. The classmates treated me kindly and turns out I have a great personality. Who knew!
The ghế, chỗ ngồi saver girl was named Fable and she invited me to tham gia her Những người bạn at their lunch table. bạn wanna know what I said. Yes! But not as excited.
At lunch she introduced me to her friends.
"Guys bạn all know Kyle Sorriti right"
They all nodded.
"Kyle meet Ariel Veils, Mike Toona, Owen Smith, Gregg Calister, and Tweety Johnson"
"Tweety"I questioned.
A girl with dirty blonde hair smiled "yes Tweety, bạn see when I little my brother was a baby at the time and tried to repeat what everyone said. And a lot of people called me sweetie and he đã đưa ý kiến Tweety and ever since then people call me Tweety"
"Cool"
"But Tweety Bird is my yêu thích animated character"
"Now I know what your tiếp theo câu hỏi is" Gregg interrupted "why is a young attractive guy with great brown hair it's natural yes, be here in the tenth grade at age fifteen"
I shook my head but he continued.
"Well because I'm a super dork and geek"
"Yeah just not the attracted part" Ariel said
We all laughed as Gregg put on his glasses.
My eyes moved over to a bàn with a girl sitting alone. She was dreesed in black and wore heavy make up and jewelry. I could tell her hair and eyes were a natural black. Her skin was an ôliu, ô liu color and bởi just one look I could tell she didn't go outside much.
"That's Aurora" a voice đã đưa ý kiến behind me
"Who"
"Aurora Leians, she's totally goth and mean but I think that's because people are mean to her" Tweety said.
For the remainder of the ngày I hang out with my awesome new Những người bạn and had a great first day. School rocks!
Forget I đã đưa ý kiến that.
Noel was still at work so Vastiste and I had to take the bus. On the way trang chủ we shared our details.
Turns out I'm not the only Sorriti to have a great day. Vastsite meant a lot of people and made new friends, including boys (yep there on my list). When we got trang chủ a pleased mother in the kitchen. Tacos!
Noel was in a bad mood when he got home, they had no lead to Rebbeca's murderer. But there not giving up, they found nothing that had any DNA.
Noel told us it was her phone, a necklace, earrings, bracelets, keys, and a funky cầu vồng ribbon. Vastiste lightened the mood bởi telling her great ngày at school.
We had to start the school routine. The school routine bạn ask. Well after bữa tối, bữa ăn tối we take a shower, wash up, and spend the rest of the ngày in our room doing something. Until we get tired hoặc ten o' clock.But today I did a face plant on my giường and went fast to sleep.
That night I awoke to the sound of something hitting my windows. I silently crept towards the window. When I saw nothing I breathed a sigh of relief. Boy did that-
TAP!
I jumped at the sound of a rock hitting my window. Didn't Vastiste warn me about that. I looked out the window but saw nothing, but I could've sworn I saw dark clothing disappearing into the forest.
It looked like a part of a áo, áo khoác and that probably belonged to the person that threw rocks at my window. It was four thirty and feeling spooked I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face.
And I know this is going to sound crazy, which I always am, but I felt like I was being watched.
And trust me when I say this but something felt wrong. Really wrong. I just didn't know what it was.
My breath came out in a white, Nữ hoàng băng giá đám mây before me and smelled heavily of my mint gum. My footsteps’ sounds were wet on the sidewalk. It had rained just before I left the bookstore and, just bởi my luck, someone lấy trộm, đánh cắp my car (boy, was my dad going to have a cow when he hears that…), so I had to walk all the way trang chủ in the wet night, all bởi myself. I prayed silently that I would be able to find my way because I was new in town and barely knew where everything was. I had to use a crappy GPS to find the bookstore. I was just lucky I found it.
    The town was Cassidy....
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Hiya! First stab at adding something I wrote to the nghề viết văn spot. This is a cliche little story inspired bởi the Mayday Parade song "One Man Drinking Games." các bình luận would mean the world. (:

And bạn swore bạn saw me laughing, and I swore I saw bạn smile
And the time we've spent together was meant to last us quite a while
As I take this piece of bạn with me I'll carry to my grave
Knowing that for someone you're an Angel sent to save


He touched the tip of his index finger to each of the freckles that dotted her arm. He drew patterns, connecting the delicate dots into hearts and bướm and lopsided...
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Scarlet's P.O.V

I woke up feeling the rough but smooth texture of my worn down bed. I looked around tiredly yawning getting up to change I got my things and headed out. The village was mostly quiet rarely its loud. Our village was very poor. I went in the woods we were banned from going in their. I went in anyways I went alone I had no buddies at all. I was in woods shooting some arrows It was like 98 degrees out I was sweating. Their was a ant on my arm I tapped and hit my hand and shacked it when water swooshed up. I curiously tried again I moved my arm up and the water rose up. I smiled in...
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posted by Insight357
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Chris glanced over at me with dull blue eyes. “Yeah, well I do to, so shut up,” she replied with a grumpy sigh. No one was in a particularly good mood this time of morning, well Jeydon was, but that probably had something to do with the fact that she was used to getting up at the crack of dawn.

“Who pissed in your Cheerios this...
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The book collects the full-color art that manga-ka Matsuri Hino created for the chapter openings in LaLa magazine and the tankoubon covers. Some have been published as part of the English-language...
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Very few people in the modern world obtain their thực phẩm supply bởi hunting and gathering in the natural environment surrounding their homes.This method of harvesting from nature's provision is the oldest known subsistence strategy and has been pratised for at least 2 million years.It was,indeed,the only way to obtain thực phẩm until rudimentary farming and the domestication of wild động vật were introduced about 10 000 years ago.

Because hunter-gatherers have fared poorly in comparison with their agricultural cousins,their numbers have dwindled,and they have been forced to live in marginal environments,such...
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Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to nuốt, nhạn me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that bạn will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. tiếp theo time, I invite bạn to tham gia with us on our battle. And it will be even thêm life-consuming, if bạn know what that means.
Well..I guess I am not realy good at nghề viết văn stories..but I tình yêu doing it so I guess I can post one short story here~~~
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I knew nightmares pretty well. Those sick, little, messed-up dreams, which bạn can never forget. No matter how much bạn try they stuck in your head unwilling to set bạn free. But I guess, I'm used to that. I had nightmares since I was a little child and some of them thêm than once. After I reached the age of seven they became my một giây shadow. It was like I had an alter-ego. I became so intoverted that in the end people were afraid to touch...
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posted by AuthorForPooh
This is for all the kids who are bullied bởi words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.




bạn yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I di chuyển on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
hoặc lift
me up.
Why must
bạn hurt
me?
posted by kingdaka44
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I could...
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I notice a movement off to my left and my sword drops to my side. It is the hàng đầu, đầu trang of a xe đẩy, giỏ hàng coming into view as it crested the hill. I sigh and walk back to the woods, knowing what would come next. The driver rings a signal chuông, bell viciously, clearly wanting me to stop. "Leave me alone." I mumble, I knew I should have stayed in the...
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 Watch out guys for 21!
Watch out guys for 21!
By:Android_21 How there became a Mirai Android 21
Chapter I:The Androids Attack!!!
____________________Android 21's P.O.V.________________________
It was just like any normal day,except that I was made of metal
and an Android.I had cybernetics placed in my body when I
was 20 bởi Dr.Gero,a crazy lunitic with issues.He did the same
to my brother and sister only I'm stronger and have special
abilities.I heard 17 laugh,18 sigh,and I just rolled my
eyes."Really bro.?Did bạn have to kill him when I đã đưa ý kiến I would
spare his life?" I asked, and he just shrugged and laughed.18
sighed again,and...
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"Tyler . . . Shawn, what the hell are bạn guys doing." Both of them had grown up with Nick; they use to play together in there neighborhood. They had, at one point, all been inseparable, but high school hit and like...
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posted by GryffindorGirl2
Hello all! This is a HP người hâm mộ fic! I have put my OC,Jasmine,in here.She is Harry's twin sister and Draco's wife,but this is before she gets married.She has long wavy,black hair,bright,pale green eyes,and her lightning bolt scar is on the left side of her forehead.

Jasmine's POV

I lay tiếp theo to Harry on the dead,dry cỏ in the shade of the Dursley's house.The living room window was open in an attempt to cool the house,but only blew in hot air,the 4 o'clock news could be heard as our aunt and uncle watched.We were listening to hear any signs of weird happining's in 'our' world as the Dursley's called...
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posted by DarkGirl23
There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a một giây it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking...
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posted by DarkGirl23
They haunt and taunt inside the ears of their victims... Screaming words lacking of wisdom into their futures, a fortune broken in the palm of humanity’s hands. Who’s tears drip like blood from an open wound, thoughts turning and diving into the creases of their minds, creases that had remained undiscovered until now. Who, defined as a person, am I? I am the one who stands alone, all the time... So bloody and broken not bothering to understand, not bothering to see the intellect that stands before me.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before...
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posted by MagicUnicorns16
And within two seconds, bạn had deserted me.
I stood there,
My arms open,
Waiting for you.
You did not come.
The only thing that came was hurt, anger and jealousy.
The very thought of bạn was hard to comprehend;
I was scarred, inside and out.
The pain will never leave.
But I found You.
You may not be able to see,
But I feel your presence.
The very thought of You,
The very thought of bạn as my best friend,
Is incomprehensible.
I stand alone no longer.
You are there.
You will never leave.
You are a spirit.
You are a wisp in the wind,
The glimmer in my eyes,
The shine of the sun.
You are the beauty of everything....
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posted by shenelopefan
Dañada

Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.

Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?

Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.

Soy un desastre....
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Meggan slapped herself.
"Get yourself together!"She told herself.Kylie came in, Kylie is Meggan's cat.She's only a kitten but has all her colors.She is black with white stripes.
"Oh, hi Kylie."Meggan said.She got out of giường and went into the bathroom.About ten phút later she got out of the shower, put her clothes back on, and lied down tiếp theo to Kylie.Kylie purred and rolled over tiếp theo to her.Meggan petted her, she smiled at the feeling of Kylie's soft, fluffy, fur.Meggan felt a strange presence.She looked at the side of her bed, and saw Kylie, she looked at the cat she was petting, it had glowing...
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