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posted by Problematic129
Chapter 10
    The smell of young Любовь in the morning
    You’d all be happy to know that I never buried a certain Meredith Baxter, but I did accidentally hit her during our lovely game of волейбол fifteen times.
    “Hey JONES! Watch it!” She yelled furiously at me.
    “Oh sorry, I didn’t give a had enough smack,” I shrug as I put on my most innocent face.
    Meredith glared at me but сказал(-а) nothing more.
    Don’t Ты just Любовь the feeling of having the last word? Because I do.
    Today is the день that Grey and Beth are going to that car show, I could already tell from Grey’s bright smile and Beth’s nervousness.
    I’ve also noticed that I haven’t been giving Ты many tips, which SUP was made for. So I’ll be dropping some of the rules, my rules.
    But sadly I can’t stalk my lovebirds, because right now I’m being stalked as we speak. Remember Talia? Yeah, she’s outside my door, with this pie, a manic smile on her face, she’s yelling my name right now and trying to bust down the door which I bought extra locks just for her.
    Leaving this house meant facing Talia, who would take no for answer and probably follow me to where I was headed. Then I’d get into a huge girl fight, with the hair pulling, and yelling, and doggy hits, just because of her little obsession with Grey. Which is ten times worse than my infatuation with Cal, who on his page is hanging out with Meredith of all people.
    I sighed, I even thought of going out there, tearing Talia down, and running out there before anyone could pin anything on me.
    But there’s something Ты should know about Talia, like I told you, she was crazy, deranged. Wonky in the head. I try to take her and I might end up in a body bag.
    Yes, she’s that bad.
    She’s so bad, that sometimes I’m scared of her, I know Grey is a little scared to of her. She’s just so…creepy, like in her smile it says that she’s been looking through Ты window (even if Ты don’t have one). And her eyes are always wide and fixed on you, concentrated on Ты hard, like she’s trying to devour your soul.
    And sometimes she’s freaky with the way she dresses, like last time when I was leaving the house for school she appeared by my side, wearing the exact same clothes, her hair in the exact same style as mine, accessories exactly as mine, even her backpack and phone. What kind of normal person does that byu accident!
    So I just have to wait, and I’ll probably wither away waiting while Grey and Beth are somewhere doing only God knows what. Do they even know there on a date?
    They are on one, they are!
    I look at the clock with a tortured glance, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...
    *A whole boat-load-humongous lot еще секунды later*
    I’m staring at my ceiling, I think I’m dead, I haven’t felt so bored, I don’t know if Talia left ,but I can’t go out, too risky.
    So bored!
    A half a секунда later my door opens and a flushed Beth enters the room.
    “So?!” I yell, running to her. “How was it?”
    “It was…” She trailed off. “It was…”
    “You can finish the sentence, come on! It was…”
    Beth takes a deep breath. “Awesome.”
    I squeal, “yes!”
    Beth’s eyes narrow in suspicion, but she doesn’t accuse me, like I thought she would. “But now everything’s a bit weird.”
    “Weird? Why would it be weird?” I ask, scrunching my eyebrows.
    “Well…” Beth blushed. “I’ve never thought of Grey like…you know, romantic like. But today…he was so sweet, and he looked cute when he was nervous, and we almost kissed…ugh!”
    “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I’m holding my hands up, pushing at every whoa. “You almost kissed?”
    Beth nodded, her cheeks getting redder. “At least, I think we were going to. We were talking, and then Grey leaned towards me, we were so close…but then Meredith and Cal appeared and the whole день was ruined with them tagging along.”
    “Meredith and Cal?!” I screech.
    Beth nodded her eyes wide as mine’s. “I’m just as shocked, it was like they knew. It was creepy.”
    “Were they on a date?” I asked calmly.
    Beth shrugs, “didn’t look like it, Meredith and Cal barely looked at each other. But we managed to make some excuse to ditch them, than God for that.”
    I gave her a look. “Your verdict?”
    “Otherwise the crashers, it was amazing. But…I     don’t know if I like Grey that way.” Beth played with her fingers.
    “Easy, did Ты wish the night with him and Ты lasted longer?”
    Beth paused. “A little.”
    “Did Ты find yourself looking at him without realizing it?”
    Beth nodded.
    “Did Ты blush whenever he was close?”
    Another nod.
    “Did Ты want him to Kiss you?”
    Nod. *Squeal*
    “Do Ты want to go on another date?”
    “Yes.”
    “There Ты have it, Ты like him, and would like to go out again, which means a potential relationship, easy peasy.”
    Beth shook her head. “Not that easy.”
    I cocked my head at her, and that was when I heard Talia’s voice. “Oh Эй, Mr. Jones, I was wondering if Ты can be so kind to let me in, to hang with your daughter?”
    “Back door?” I asked.
    “Back window,” Beth answered, wincing when she heard the door close and Talia’s excited squeal. “But I still didn’t seem to ditch her.”
    I sighed. “Young Любовь and young obsessions, brace yourself bubs, I’m calling the girl’s.”
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posted by hgfan5602
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.

Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.

One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway

Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
I deny the truth,
But really,
That is nothing.
I do that just to protect myself.

I cannot let the truth overcome me
All at once,
I must let it come at me
Pieces by pieces.

The truth is always shocking,
At many times sad.
But I must accept the truth
Even after a while.
Because denying the truth
Is like lying to myself

Denying the truth hurts my soul
But it also protects my soul at the same time.
I don't know what to believe.
It's all too shocking for me.

I deny the truth.
I protect my soul.
I protect myself.
But I also hurt myself.
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Because I'm too lazy to type it again. :P I wrote this poem because I just graduated a school and it's really sad, and I do not like the idea of leaving all of my friends. I know that there are a few that I'll never see again. So I kind of vented about it through this poem. I hope it's good. Hgfan5602 is such an inspiration, so this is pretty much dedicated to them. I've always stunk at poems, and I haven't written one in ages, so I hope this will suffice as a decent piece of poetry.
posted by SisterOfThalia
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This is my first full-length story that I've made.

Ты know, I would post it here chapter by chapter, but there's 23. And that would entirely cover up 'The Deadly Truth' (I know that should probably be underlined but my computer sucks and that isn't an option on here) chapters that are up thus far so I'm not doing that xD

Based off of the Percy Jackson series.

Note: This story kind of stinks, especially the first five chapters. Eve is a major Mary-Sue at the beginning, I think, but fanfiction.net won't let me change it so I can't really do much about it (plus I'm a sentimental weirdo who doesn't like to change things-- really gotta get over that). The секунда story, which I'll post after I get feedback on this, is WAY better. I'm on chapter 14 of that and it's already longer than the first and by FAR еще descriptive and all. I blame myself for being younger when I started the first one :P
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