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All the houses were the same. All rather big but looked smaller to me now that I’d grown and extra foot. I closed my eyes and tried to think of my danh sách reasons why I would want to come back here, to the place that swallowed my childhood in one bite. “New around here, Ma’am?” The mũ lưỡi trai, cap driver asked I looked up to the elderly man, his lazy eyes twitched. “No, I grew up here” I told him, he nodded and smiled, his yellow teeth shining. “Right...I thought bạn looked familiar” He admitted, I looked down at my now shaking cold hands. “You’re Cybil Jones” he said, looking rather pleased with himself that he knew who I was. “Yeah, such a shame what happened here...well that’d be $20.70 for the ride” He told me, I smiled and pulled out my large brown bag. It took a while to find my cái ví, ví tiền be he didn’t seemed to notice the time. I finally pulled out the matching cái ví, ví tiền and pulled out the correct amount of money. “Have a nice day, Ms. Jones” The mũ lưỡi trai, cap driver đã đưa ý kiến nodding his head. I smiled and stepped out of the car.

I remembered the exact house that I grew up in...It looked just the same. The only real difference was the weeds I got so used to, was now replaced with pretty blue and yellow flowers. I walked up to the black rusty front gate. I pulled on it knowing from experience that it would take a bit of muscle to open. Finally after three tries it budged. I sighed in relief. I gently shut it and started too walked up the long path to the front door. “Excuse me...Excuse me!” I heard someone hell behind me, I turned to see a small lanky man behind me with glasses. “Can I help you?” I asked, he sighed and put the black cặp, vali, cặp tài liệu he was holding beside him. “You can’t go in there” he đã đưa ý kiến adjusting his glasses. I raised an eyebrow at the man. “Excuse me?” I asked he took another deep breath. “Unless bạn are the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Jones bạn can’t step a foot on this property” he informed me, I smiled. “Well, then Hi I’m Cybil Jones” I said, his eyes flashed form surprise to Apologetic. “Oh, well I’m sorry, Ms. Jones...I’m Kyle Hunters. Your father personal assistant hoặc rather was” he introduced himself putting out his thin pale hand. I smiled and then shook it. “Well I just came here to give bạn your keys, Ms. Jones” I smiled and put my hand put, he dropped the keys into my hand.

The key fit perfectly in the door, I quickly pulled it out and put it in my back pocket. I slowly opened the door not knowing what to expect. Once I finally got the courage to open it, I saw the all too familiar dark hallway. The painting’s that my mother collected hung everywhere; pictures of me and my sister were hung near doors and below some of the paintings. It was silent, except for the sound of a dripping tap and the creaks of the floor. There were empty cardboard boxes everywhere, obviously I was meant to do something with them, maybe pack some stuff. I turned on the lights once I got the living room. It looked the same, maybe a bit smaller, the couch, the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy place, the coffee bàn were all still in the same place. The only thing missing were the people who lived in the house. I sighed and sat on the yellow couch.

It was only two weeks cách đây I had got the call about my parents. I was out with my boyfriend, Kevin. The club was loud so it was lucky I heard my phone ring. All I really did here was loud sobs from a voice I knew as my sister telling me that there’d been an accident; I hoped it was that cat she loved so much. But no it was a car crash; a drunk driver had gotten in the car at the wrong time and went through a red light. I fell back on the couch, even the feeling of the soft đi văng was the same. It had been 5 years since I’d been at this house and nothing had changed. I sat up and put my head in my hands. “What am I doing here?” I asked myself. Amy could have taken care of everything with the funerals and all I really would have to do it just hiển thị up. Too much had happened for me to be here, everything with Ava. Ava was my best friend growing up here, her parents weren’t really all that reliable, and so she would stay with us. Don’t get me wrong I loved Ava like a sister but she got in some dangerous stuff...stuff that got her murdered.

I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked in an awkward tone not knowing if I had the right to do so. “It’s me your sister” I heard an angry sounding tone say. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. I checked the eyehole. “What are bạn doing?” She asked, flicking her ổ ong, tổ ong hair back. “Checking if it’s you” I said, she nodded. I unlocked the latch and opened the door. She hadn’t grown she had always been short; her eyes matched my colour a warm hazel. She walked up the steps and walked straight passed me. “I didn’t think bạn were going to show” She admitted, I smiled. “Neither did I” I said, she shrugged. “Anyway I took care of the funeral’s all bạn need to do is hang around and tie up some loose ends here and there, until this all blows over” She said, I nodded. There was a short silence; we just stared at one another. She finally broke it. “Anyway there’s a party tonight...at the bờ biển, bãi biển and well a lot of people got excited about bạn coming back...coming home” I interrupted her before she could go on. “I’m only here to tie up loose ends, remember?” I đã đưa ý kiến she nodded with disappointment in her eyes. “Look I’ll see if I can come” I đã đưa ý kiến she smiled. “Okay, well I have to get back to the shop...it was good to see bạn again” She đã đưa ý kiến as she walked away.

Hours past and I had only cleaned the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and the living room. I didn’t want to go upstairs but there was a bit of curiosity...Did they keep my room? And if they did what did it look like? I finally decided to let the curiosity come over me. I crept up the stairs until I was at the ‘dead end’ me and Amy used to call it. I turned to see a door with the name ‘Cybil’s room’ in big bright yellow letters. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The room looked the same; giường was there with the same con bướm, bướm sheets. Mirror’s and poster’s of Leonardo Dicaprio were everywhere. The window that once was my door stood there shut. I smiled and fell onto my bed. I opened my eyes and smiled. I looked at my roof and saw Photo’s I’d hung up and forgotten about. There were only about 6 of them, most of them were Amy and me...but one of them was of Ava smiling with a bia in her hand. I got up. “I need some air” I whispered to myself.

I rushed outside and breathed in as much air as I could. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were shaking. “It was 5 years ago...why can’t bạn just get over it?” I asked myself. I closed my eyes and breathed in thêm air. “Cybil Jones is that you?” I heard I turned to see Kristen Peter’s smiling. “Oh my god it is!” She đã đưa ý kiến running over and hugging me. I laughed and hugged her back. “Oh my god...I owe Belinda a good 20 bucks I honestly thought bạn would chicken out” I smiled and laughed. “Yeah, me to” I whispered so she didn’t hear. She smiled and squeezed my hands. “I really missed bạn we all did” She said, I nodded. “I missed bạn all too...Tell Belinda I đã đưa ý kiến hi” I said, she smiled and gave me one last quick hug. “I will, oh and there’s a party at the bờ biển, bãi biển tonight it would just perfect if bạn could come...and catch up with some old friends” She said, I shrugged. “I might come” She rolled her eyes and then started to walk off. I sighed and licked my lips.

It was 7 o’clock just about the time the party would be starting. “You can’t go your parents just died going to a party wouldn’t be right...but Amy’s going...never mind that you’re not her...Go and say a quick hello have a bia and then get out” I argued with myself. I finally decided to go. I put on a pair of ripped jeans and ngẫu nhiên t-shirt and jumper. I put on a pair of căn hộ and then opened the door. I quickly locked it and started to walk to the beach. I could see the bonfire the thêm closer I got. “There’s still time to chicken out” I told myself. No bạn have to go and face the people that bạn once loved...your Những người bạn that bạn once considered family. I finally walked up to the bờ biển, bãi biển where I saw everyone I once knew. Everyone was gathered around the bonfire drinking and laughing. “Well, well, looks who I found” I heard a smug voice say, I smiled and turned to a smiling Caleb. ‘I knew bạn would come back to me some ngày it really was just a matter of time” he đã đưa ý kiến smiling. “Hiya Cal” Is aid, he smiled. “Hey Cyb” He said. “So I heard bạn were coming back didn’t think bạn would though” he said, I rolled my eyes. “It seems no one did” I said, he nodded and took a sip of his beer. “It’s been a while since we talked” he said, I nodded. “Sorry, It’s been crazy in New York” I đã đưa ý kiến he nodded. “No, No I get it...you got too old for me” I laughed. “Hey Cyb” I heard my name I turned to see someone people knew as Aaron but I knew him as Ava’s killer.
Days and days passed,this just wasn't going to end.This constant battle with Leo.Leo and I weren't fighting we just kept..well actually HE was the one leading me on so I was beating myself about it now.Leo could go from saying stuff like "hi beautiful" to "I don't wanna be around bạn right at the moment Jas,i-i gotta....see bạn later."And then he will walk away.I don't get it at all.The crappiest part of all this is that whether hoặc not he is being a jerk.I'm falling for him,and I'm falling for him fast.

I mean its so hard to not fall for him.He can be the sweetest person on earth sometimes,and...
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posted by Lorelei-Essence
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of người nổi tiếng turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in hiển thị business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived bởi his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived bởi his elderly father, Pop Tart.
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I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.

Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! bạn always end up like this. Maybe bạn should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face hoặc back. Not me!

Please e-mail me hoặc comment. Tell me if bạn like this segment hoặc not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
Some people weren't meant to be born. Some families are not to be made That's why there are hunters. Hunters take care of this problem

Alex Grazer walked down the dark wet hallway with his arms full of wood for his family. His hair against his neck was standing up because of fear and the freezing temperature. Little did he know what was behind him would hurt his life forever.
Alex stopped walking and looked around on all sides of the hallway. He had his knockout spray bởi his flashlight at trang chủ so if anybody attacked he would be doomed. In a single nhanh, swift motion of somethings arm Alex hit the...
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"Olga Wilson." called my 8th grade history teacher, Mr. Franklin.
I looked up at him dazed. I know this may sound weird, but I've always admired how he looked like. Sô cô la tanned skin with short curly black hair and honey-brown eyes. He always dresses up like those people in old 1990s educational videos. But either way, I always thought he was beautiful. If he was the same age as me, I'd ngày him. But he's on his 30s and he's married and has 2 teenage sons. So he's out of my list.
"Ms. Wilson." he called me once thêm with his soothing voice. "Daydreaming again?"
"I guess." I sighed.
Everyone...
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I am from a dad who showed me tình yêu –till I turned four
--A navy man with no thêm room for me
To burned bridges with family, Những người bạn and loved ones

From the chilly blue ocean, days spent at the golden beach,
And time spent hiding from the world

From days spent with despair and wishes for death
To days with unending laughter and forced smiles

The hopes of tomorrow being destroyed
And memories that become tarnished

From helping raise four younger siblings
And growing up too fast
To begging my friend not to die

From my tears, joy, and fears
To finding the Father who always loved me

From being too terrified...
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As I gasp for breath while I drown the pain in morphine
While my tim, trái tim beats in tune with the rolling static hills on the metal screen
I lay on my deathbed reflecting on my life
I can say I had a good one although it was filled to the brim with tidal waves of hurt
I laughed in delight while running through the golden fields embracing the open skies and wearing a halo of warm sunshine
I climbed trees and swam in the salty ngọc lục bảo sea
But Moma was always working hard at the quán ăn filling out orders for sugary milkshakes and greasy fries
And brother Tim was always out too late fixing old radios who sang...
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