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posted by serenacullen93
Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War или X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my бухта, залив window here in Virginia пляж, пляжный near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church in Lexington who Robert E. Lee chief of artillery during the civil war. As I pull myself of my sphere постель, кровати that is suspend from the ceiling. In my massive bedroom on the far side of the room was my equilateral sofa that was padded on the inside the out side was purple that stood on four dark wood legs. In front of it was a pair of Victorian style розовый chairs in between them was my multi-level wood side таблица with these lamps that looked like a tulip. Above it was a overhang light the was made out of half circles in groups. On the Стена beside me was the side таблица made stainless steel wire that encompassed in glass with had the stainless steal vase on a circuital plate that had calla lily very clean line. Opposite side of my window was a white стол письменный, стол that was very clean lined very smooth with in front of it was a plastic chair .on the Стена beside it was spiral bookshelves that held my most precious Книги My computer switched on to my weight touching the ground the man voice on my computer informed me “74° on a Monday morning at 8:32”. As the screen pulls away revealing the Atlantic ocean tide waves and the few men out to riding the waves I watched the whitecaps on the land. I strolled over to my wore rope cupboard and donned my long sleeved black and white striped рубашка that my dad had pursues in Paris once about three years назад when he went there with one of his ex’s amber for one of his many get away. Then I pulled out one of many classic black широкие брюки, слаксы, брюки and paired it with my black pumps. Then there was a knock on my door as I looked in the mirror and smooth out my brown hair “enter”. Dulcia my father assistance she has been my father assistance since before I was born she was like a mother to me I have never met my really mother I don’t even know her name. Every time I have ever tried to talk to my father about it he would just say “ she left soon after I was born” that is how it always ends it that conquest.
“your dad wants Ты to come down he wants to see Ты before we leave for the demonstration and I want to make sure that Ты knew we will be gone for a few days after the demonstration we are going to Washington DC for five days for the us weapon review at congress”
“ I remember Ты told me last месяц remember we went over this year” as I went around her and down the spiraling stair case . My father was stand over Jeffery as he garthed his things and took it out to his mustang. That he would later switch to the plane to go to Washington DC father hates to drive for a long period of time. He looked up at me with a smile my father had a great amount of emotion I think that what it called. He was smart but had graduated from college a lot later then I had he was fifteen when he got out of M.I.T. My father had one fault he has to much emotion. “ha, sweetheart!” “hello, father.” I walked over to him. “ok so your going to be here for a little while by yourself .there is plenty of Еда in the кухня ,and if Ты need anything Jeffery is on call like always .Dulcia and I will be just a call away ok.”
“understood father I hope it all goes well in the congress and as well with the demonstration”. My father came up to me kisses me on вверх of the head and gave me a hung. “thank for that try not to blow the house up while I’m gone ok we do not want a repeat of last time” giving me one еще Kiss then walk away before he closed the door he yelled back “I Любовь Ты Leila” then he was gone I yelled to the computer “play list” and Kelly Clarkson -start with goodbye came on as I made my way to the кухня and began to make egg, toast, with a side of блины . This was the norm for my father and me to talk little and when we did he would be all about the company. I went over to the geometrical black rectangular диван, мягкий уголок leaning back into the armrest “on” I whispered and the TV switch on the news telling me about our competitors the same man that has been trying to take us down since before I was born he is so stuck on himself.
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posted by Twilightluv3r
Chapter 1 (Janae's POV)
How do Ты tell your bestfriend that Ты Любовь them?Boy, don't I have a story for Ты and you'll never believe. My name is Janae Carter, I have an older brother name James and no parent. They were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver, but I don't want to get into that now.
When I met him I was seven years old, he was eight. At the time my brother was 18.
I was in the backyard playing in the Показать in, Grand Rapids, Michigan just to let Ты know.While I was playing, building a snow castle, I notice a boy kicking a ball against the дерево that splits between mine and his yard,...
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posted by FIALMOIVLEY
The sound of the breaking glass stopped me from taking another step. I starred into the darkness ahead of me, this wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with my mother. Mother. Why did I have to think of my mother? I tried not to think of the day…
But the memories of the dread filled night filled her head. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

There was banging on the front door. A manly voice yelling to let him in.
“KIDS! Go hide! Eric, take care of your sister, Clare! Hide and don’t come out!” my mother yelled to us.
“But where are Ты going to go?” Eric asked my mom.
“Don’t...
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posted by FURRY
After a couple hours I had got use to my body again, jumping and bounding I felt wonderful "That's it, Ты got it Joel!" Alice applauded me with her wonderfully cute voice "Heh, thanks it's not hard now." I replied blushing bright red, soon I was able to do things that I couldn't do before.

I could shoot ice from my finger tips it was amazing I never knew I was able to do these things, "Wow that's amazing Joel!" she exclaimed, I could feel her presence growing in my head however, it felt like she was becoming еще than just a voice, time dragged on eventually it got to the point where I could...
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posted by para-scence
*Prologue before this chapter :)

Holding my breath, I went to first block, History. I threw my bad onto the floor, and fell down into my seat. I quickly pulled my капот, худ up, crossed my arms, and tried to be invisible. How come when I was wanting to be seen, I wasn't, yet now when I needed to be invisible, it seemed like I had a giant neon sign pointed at me, shouting "Look at me! It's all my fault!"

Mr. Thorson started attendance, and I wished my name was magically erased from his checklist.

"Essence," he said, bored.

"Here," I whispered in the dead silence. All eyes turned on me. Mr. Thorson nearly...
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posted by para-scence
I named him Chance. His presence easily expelled the loneliness that I had felt for months upon months. I did everything I could to care for him, even if it meant me missing a meal. He slept and cried a lot, but that's what Дети do. He cried the most at night. To get him to stop, I rocked him gently in my arms and sang softly to him songs that my mother would sing to calm me down. That soothed him almost instantly, and he blissfully fell asleep.

It was when he was almost three weeks old that I noticed something wrong. Chance was sleeping in his crib, a.k.a. my suitcase, and I heard a raspy...
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posted by 1-2vampire
Why?
That one word that everyone asks themselves some time in their life.
Why?
Always with a Вопрос mark.
I ask myself this now. As I stumble out the bed, yesterday's horrors were sinking in like the Titanic.
My head hurt, my eyes hurt, my legs hurt. But mos of all my сердце hurt. I wanted to rip it out my chest, tear it apart and keep it from hurting me again. Why did he do this?
That word again.
Why?
I trip and fall flat on my face in the dark bathroom. To a lot of people this is just a normal Saturday morning. To me, it was like a nightmare Ты couldn't wake up from.
It hurt. Everything hurt....
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Found some really long words so heres my attempts at pronouncing them.
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posted by Rozaliciousness
Where I was stood it felt like flying. I could feel the soft breeze caressing my face and lifting tendrils of my long black hair. I smiled slightly as the wind reminded me of my mother. She was always with me, just like she сказал(-а) she would be.
I opened my eyes slowly to look at the beautiful world around me. Standing on a piece of jutting out rock Далее to the waterfall, I could hear the water rushing and cascading downwards. I could see all the trees laid out beneath me, lush and изумруд green, only separated by the wide, glistening blue river that carried on the waterfall I was Далее to.
I...
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posted by -DarkGirl23-
Defined words;
Words that play roles in the exact Deadly forms that declare one as a person.
Tears written by the hand of an invisible Teenage nothing.
Whose words represent the world’s untold secrets,
who is nothing may write all that is something.
Yet there plays a frown of despair and loneliness,
Eyes falling through her transparent perspective, creativity a blob ignored by most.
There is a hollow Empty,
Yearning for something,
Misunderstood and malicious morbidity that attacks her soul in a war of mankind;
The end to everything and yet the beginning of something totally new.
Who mimics her...
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