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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.
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posted by June4
It’s raining on my window pane,
Inside this house looks so lame.
I’m so funny, so bored hunni.
Nothing much to do but to be a horn dog,
Being bored makes me write in my log.


Are we counting up hoặc down?
Nothing seems to go around.
Boredom, bạn don’t like him.
Boredom, bạn wanna shoot him.
Don’t make that move.


bạn get in trouble when looking for fun,
bạn get so tired when the ngày is done.
Soon as bạn get in bed,
bạn remember what should be done instead.
Just forget the problem.


Get a goodnight sleep and dream.
Forget about the boring adventure,
bạn should’ve discovered something in nature.
Boredom, forget them.
Boredom, sleep before the morning.
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posted by ZekiYuro
Catherine Orr is 19 and is a non-identical twin.She tells us about her relationship with her sister,Michelle.

How do bạn think it is different being a twin?
'I think it's very different.We've been through exactly the same things:the same birthdays,the same parties,the same first ngày at school,the same evil maths teacher.'

Do bạn think bạn and Michelle are thêm similar than ordinary sisters?
'Definitely.If I don't like a film,then neither does she.We pick up the phone at the same time to call each other.If I get ill,so does she.'

Do bạn get on well with Michelle now?
'Yes,I see her about once a week,although...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

I watch the two girls drag Ashleigh's duvet off of her giường and into the contemporary, yet welcoming living room. I watch as they try to make a tent, giggling whenever their construction collapses, and tugging it back into place just to watch it self-destruct every time.

If only it were that easy. Just being able to laugh whenever your life falls apart, then cheerfully re-build it all over again, knowing it will not stay that way, yet not giving up.

**************************************************

I think back to six months after Ashleigh was born, when I had the small màu tím butterfly...
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posted by mermaidsofpeace
First get a cup of water and fill it half way then take your yêu thích chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm hoặc bracelet and dip it in the water the add some salt and stir it with the jewelry in it once it has dissolved add your yêu thích lotion only 3 squirts then dip your finger in and say the spell below


Creatures of the sea give me a (color) tail with a hàng đầu, đầu trang to go with it give me the powers of freezing heating and shaping water please let my dream come true and make me into the mermaid I wish to be


Side affects:
Itchy legs
Legs crossed
Rash on legs
Wanna swim a lot
Sing a lot
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posted by PotterLambert93
I miss my old house. I was happy and fine there. I hate the monsters who screwed us out of there. I wish my parents could have fought to keep it and pay it off rather than find a rental house. I don't care for this new place very much. I hate that the phòng bếp, nhà bếp is downstairs, I hate the neighborhood and the area, and I cannot stand the động vật that make noise in the backyard all night long. I miss my old room, where I can watch the sunset in the summer, I miss going for long walks in my old neighborhood, and most of all, I miss the memories.
posted by darkwave
I had a dream that was not at all a dream

The splendid sun was extinguished, and the stars

Roamed the dark eternal space,

No rays hoặc script, and the icy earth

Revolved and blind negrejante the moonless air;

It came and went in the morning - came and brought no day;

And men forgot their passions in the horror

This desolation, and the hearts cooled

A selfish prayer implored light:

And they lived around the fire, and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,

Addresses, finally, the genre that was,

In flames gave light; Cities is consumed

And the men gathered at the homes igneous

To look once again...
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I couldn't stop screaming like an idiot. The snake went to attack, until a muscular hand grabbed it, and threw it really far. I looked behind me and jumped a little. Howl looked at me confused as I said,"Thanks. Um..I..uh...don't ask why I'm here. I just gave bạn and Lilith some alone time together, and then...th-th-the snake came an-a-and j-jus-just scared me." Howl kept looking at me with that adorable confused look on his face. He just grabbed me bởi the waist and swung me back to our camp site.

After Howl and I came back, he walked over to Lilith, and started kissing her and stroking her...
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posted by moodystuff449
I stood outside of the cave, watching them. I knew what to do now, but I had hoped that it would not have to go this way. 'Too late now.' I told myself, "Good night." I whispered. My sister woke up, and I slipped back out into the darkness.

*

I woke up like always but something didn't feel right, I walked outside. The air was as cold as death and… There were 2 moons. Side bởi side, orange, thin, crescent moons. The moon, the stars, and the sun were all out at the same time. The sun gave off barely any light hoặc heat, just a hardly visible smooth ice like dish in the sky. How I recognized it as...
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posted by summerfrog
notes I don't have a name for the story yet...
my quote marks on my keyboard don't work so I use { }<--instead
the time period is the rennessonce time(?)
the point of view changes alot

narrator POV
Zane Caldwell entered the ball room waring a simple black suit. he had no interest in being there at all and he was only there out of cutesy not knowing it would change his life.

Zane POV
I was at possibly the biggest and most extravagant party I had ever been to. There was beautiful women dressed in brightly colored dresses and tight corsets. All the men were wearing formal Luật sư đấu trí and tuxedos. Also another...
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