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posted by Karartegirl99
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.

One day, she talked during a огонь while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the Поиск for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang украл, палантин five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.

Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.

So she was Главная schooled.

But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Остаться в живых their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.

So they duct-taped her mouth shut.

THE END
posted by Free_Spirit
Me: okay this is a short story i came up with. I know its a little bit drepressing but i was in a really bad mood. PLEASE TELL Me WHAT Ты THINK. Sorry i pu that in Трофеи cause people will notice it better. Okay enjoy

I start as the rain begins to fall. Great i thought darkly. I didn't like the rain, i always thought it emphasised how bad this world really is. I waited impatiently for class to end. The class was playing Футбол and the other kids seemed to Любовь the rain while playing. I didn't Присоединиться in, i wasn't apart of that group.

I sighed in relief when i heard the колокол, колокольчик, белл signal the end of class....
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posted by hgfan5602
As I grow to think about it еще and more, and understand it еще and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems еще true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. Ты never know what might await Ты next, еще dangers, или even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, Ты cannot always be happy, или always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. Ты climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. Ты dump and break up, Ты win and make up. Things happen. Ты can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to Ты in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.
I stand here looking at your emotionless, cold face from across this empty field. Behind me stand my most beloved people of all the world besides Ты with me. I can hear them breathing nervously along with mines, as I take slow, steady steps towards you. Our breaths get еще nervous as I near you. However your piercing stare will not scare me, even if this act will be the last thing I do. With each step I try to remember through hazy memories what went wrong.

Only weeks назад Ты were a bubbly, lively, cheerful and friendly girl who wanted to have fun. Along with me, we were unstoppable, nothing...
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posted by sweetpea92
CHAPTER TWO
    “Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I сказал(-а) the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise или anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
    “Ok,” He said, “what gave Ты the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for...
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posted by blossomyumyum
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for Ты to walk out the door
But Ты didn’t need to give it away
I promise Ты I’ll give it a try

Ты don’t have to buy my love
Ты don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause Ты don’t have to buy my love

Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked

Ты shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope Ты finally see
That wanting from Ты makes me feel
Ты shouldn’t buy my love
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posted by blossomyumyum
Dear Noel,
I wish Ты were still here. At times I go back to when we were little- we loved to eat Push Pop Ice Cream and played in the pool every день at summer. Ты were my best friend….. But we were like sisters, playing house with my little brother. Your grandmother got along with my grandmother, too- they talked to each other, and life seemed to be so easy. But then we parted by moving away. I still thought of Ты every day, and every night I worried that something would happen to you. But now, you’ve left us all, and gone on to a place only Ты and your sister know about, along with...
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posted by graystone
I don't remember how long I've been running on the open grounds. It does seem long enough. But I was determined,devoted. Up above me,I noticed the jet planes streaking through the blue-black sky. I did not care. I did,but I'm not going to pay any еще attention to it than the sinking feeling of hopelessness that wrapped my mind. The grounds were filled with rocks and sharp stones. Any other day,I would have bothered to watch my way trying not to fall onto the sharp stones which threatened to tear my skin,but not today. No,not today...
There were sirens screaming faraway,in my direction and...
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posted by problematic124
****Please don't copy, Enjoy!****
Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new Главная she was ment to live in for the Далее four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie или a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. или even Hollywood.
Everywhere Phire looked there was always something there. Whether it was stores или houses или even forests, it all looked perfect. What was funny was that Open Fields didn't even have a single farm. Nothing personal to the place but with...
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Steps for success
#1 ~ Find a subject
Find a subject that Ты like. Such as fantasy, historical fiction, sci-fi, или any other genre Ты like.
#2 ~ Find a topic
Think of an idea that Ты would like for your story. Make sure that it can fit into the category that you've picked previously.
#3 ~ Think of a topic sentence
If Ты don't have a juicy topic sentence, readers will generally lose interest.
#4 ~ Plan ahead
It's always a good idea to plan ahead. Make sure that your story doesn't lead to a dead end, become boring over time, and make sure that Ты have enough time in your daily life to type this...
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Max's POV
I ran into my room crying. My head and my сердце ached. I thought it was clear I loved Fang, but I guess he didn't know. I saw him Поцелуи a blonde haired tramp at school today. I fell on my постель, кровати and burried my face in a pillow. I cried.

10 минуты later

I heard my door open, but I didn't dare to look. I knew who it was and I didn't want to talk to him. Fang sat down Далее to me and stroked my back.
"Max what's wrong?" He said, worriedly. I just shook my head.
"What's wrong?" I took my head out from under the подушка and stared daggers at him. I didn't care my mascara was running или that...
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1) Girls (at the age of 15 или so) think about sex just as much as guys do... The only catch is some of us think about it for the emotional parts, and some of us like it for the physical parts. You'd be surprised who is in which group.

2)If Ты like us, tell us. Do not be worried about what we'll think, because we are flattered no matter if we like Ты или not.

3) Most of the time girls are 99% sure when a guy likes us. The only way to be 100% sure is if Ты tell us.

4) For some strange reason I've always found myself to become attracted to guys that like me. (Unless they're super creepy and stalk...
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posted by problematic124
Her eyes were raw
But she could not cry
It was all she saw
The pain and the lies
Her hope was broken
She felt incomplete
Freedom was wanted she wanted to be
To be able to laugh
To be able to smile
If not even once
But once in a while
She has to survive
She has to survive
It's the only thing that could keep her alive
Her eyes started to water
But she held the tears back
She never wanted
To be seen like that
Her life was of ruins
She hurt a real lot
Her family was gone
And left to rot
It was a long time
And yet it still hurt
She felt like a crime
And even worse
But she needed to survive
They would want it that way
So...
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posted by dawnisbeauty
She sat there,at the foot of the bed,holding the book in her trembling hands.Rain fell,slamming against the window.The room was cold,dark,gloomy despite the bright blue of the walls.Somehow,blue didnt seem so bright anymore..not without her wide dimpled smile to liven it up.Lisa...the name filled her mind,sending little pinpricks of raw pain throughout her body.Lisa,bright thrteen год old Lisa,her only little sister was gone.Tears spilled from Jane's eyes.She looked out the window.Max was standing in the porch,his handsome face tight with concern.Somewhwere in her mind,she,Jane knew it was...
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posted by princess_mimi
Эй, guys...I'm very much nervous... This is my very first writing.. I've never write anything in my whole life except for school essays ....I will update it in 3 parts... please if u like it leave a comment... criticism is also well-comed


Darjeeling,India. Darjeeling is definitely one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Every single thing of Darjeeling is beautiful. Its сказал(-а) that Great dangerous are always lurking behind every beautiful thing, same is here. Every single thing have its own story here. Some of them will make Ты happy and the others will make Ты sad или it will make you...
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posted by para-scence
"Alessa! What happened?!" Micah shouted. I had a long, somewhat deep scar around my face. Last night Dad pushed me down the stairs, and the railing had scratched my face. But I just shook my head.

"Nothing. I just fell," I said. He sighed and shook his head.

"Would Ты please be еще careful? Do Ты know what it'd do to me if anything happened to you?" I frowned.

"I'm sorry," I сказал(-а) quietly. He rolled his eyes and hugged me.

"C'mon. We're late for school."

***

After school, I told Micah I wanted to go to the park или something; just to have fun. I didn't tell him I was still afraid to go home. He...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell Ты a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."

I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at Письмо stories, Пение like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I Любовь to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer или a voice actress.
I am interested in звезда Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My Избранное pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.

Thank Ты for giving me your time to read this article! :D