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posted by Tia4
Most Irritating Moments
- Morning Alarm
Most Difficult Task
- To find Socks
Most Dreadful Journey
- Way to Class
Most Lovely Time
- Meeting Friends
Most Tragic Moments
- Surprise Test in 1st Period
Most Wonderful News
- TEACHER IS ABSENT

Maybe this happens with everyone.Nobody likes school life but it get interesting with our vrienden playing tricks with others,not doing homework,tests ect.We learn lots of things from school and we doesn't know how time get pass spending time with our friends.
It's fun.
posted by wolfkirby
Me and Brittany got scared when the police vragen us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bier since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot meer nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
posted by POPclogger216
"Why in the heck are u wearing that?" my mother asked. I looked into my full-body mirror in my bedroom inside this tiny apartment, studying the short, yellow, frilly gown. I sware to God..I gleam in this, Mom! I thought. "It looks meer like a scrap-of-a-dress." I ignored her.

It was the dag of my high-school prom, the last prom I'd ever go to. I was going to graduate this summer. I sorta wanted to come out with a bang. My eyes, just like moms, looked bigger, darker, and gorgeous when I was wearing yellow. My choppy black hair seemed to shine more. This IS the perfect dress, I thought. My...
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I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin portemonnee in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...
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Days go door u like a shadow,
u don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.



This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.



Broken and tired
of all these lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and u don’t care anymore,
but u do,
u still do.



You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the dag of your peace.



Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing u
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
I sit up straight in the middle of the night; my forehead is stained with cold sweat, my breathing is heavy. Pure darkness is all around me. Just another dream I mentally convince myself, but I’m still shaking. I can’t calm down, no matter what, the dream felt so…real. Trembling, I get out of bed and go into the bathroom. Looking at me in the mirror was painful. It looks like I just got in a fight with a rabid cat. My black hair frizzed everywhere, mascara and eyeliner smeared around my eyes, tear streaks on my face. God I could use some exercise I thought as I examined my body shape....
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Im going to put a teaser of the first chapter up, if people like it i will continue. commentaar PLZ!!



Elyon stirred in her sleep, causing her thin blanket to slip off. Slowly her bare arms were covered in goosebumps, as her eyes began to futter; her peacfull face turned to concern, she sat up and looked around.
"Where...?" she managed to mutter through her dry lips. She didnt know where she was. She had never seen anything like it before. Somehow she was sitting in the middle of a medow sorrunded door flowers. Elyon stood up and wrapped the small blanket around her shoulders. She looked down at...
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posted by kitkat709477
I was normal once of i thought I was, at least, until I knew otherwise,then I didn't know how i could have missed it i mean it was so obvious but i suppose that was just it, it was to obvious and sometimes i wonder what it would be like if what happened that night never happened but it probably wouldn't have mattered what happened that horrible night because it just sped up what was already there, sure maybe it would have been easier if i had known what I was but maybe it wouldn't have been.
u see before all this happened I lived a very good life we were very rich and we lived in a palace,like...
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I looked back down and we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I looked to my right to find Looi holding the child that was being stubborn in his arms. This, in fact, reminded me of myself in his arms a long, long time ago. Oh, I’d say about 16 years geleden when I was 2 and he was 11. My mom and dad had Looi when they were only 19 years old, so It took a while for them to decide to have me 9 years later when they were 28. I laughed at how old my mom was now. I know it’s nothing to laugh about, but, I couldn’t imagine my mom at Looi’s age now that she is 46.
    “So,...
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Me: okay well i finished the assignment and this is the final product...please don't hold back...okay here u go
ps. know that this is an religion assinment, and its about my interpretation of Jesus in an artistic form-ie-me using a collection of short poems and talking about the sea...okay i'll shuup now

Freedom
To feel the sand
The sun on your back
It’s a no man’s land
With no fear of attack
No chains of society
The sea frees all
Lose all your anxiety
And watch as the waves fall
God’s seconde heaven under the sun
Surrounding all things being
The sea will be undone
For those people foreseeing...
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Two things were killing me at the moment.The fact that It was raining like crazy on his horrible to school,the dag of school where I had to face my dreaded ex and try to hold back either my tears of punching him in the face.by the way,I completely wanted to do both at this moment.The seconde was that whole desperately in love moment with Juaney.I was mad the the "mystery girl" that Juan had fallen so hard for and she have no freaking idea.I hate seeing Juan like this.Yes at the moment he is very proactive of me but I can tell now that he just doing that so I won't look into of figure his true...
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posted by dragonrider
Still the first dag - Athena's perspective

I smiled as I walked back to my vrienden and I's table. I sat down and looked at my friends.
"Where have u been?" Erica asked "I need make up advice and u know Emily isn't into that,"
Emily hardly looked up from her book "Make up is a complete waste of time," she said
"Not it is not. It attracts cute boys," Erica argued
Emily sighed "As I told u before your personality attracts them," she said
I held up my hands "Girls please! u want to know where I was of not?" I asked
They both exchanged glances "Yes we do,"
I sighed "Alright. I was talking to...
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It was Mia, the Rokurokubi; she was the head, the head connected to the very long neck. Opal looked with amazement as Mia knocked Grito to the ground. As her body started to walk vooruit, voorwaarts as her neck retracted back to it. “Um... Ok, that was not expected” zei Opal. Alec and Marley were also in a great confusion, looking at each other trying to make something out of the situation. “Surprised?” Mia Asked. “A little” zei Opal, trying to make it as a joke. The three released that this was Mia’s power, she is a Rokurokubi and this is what they do, all four of them started laughing....
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 Lasting Happiness
Lasting Happiness
She stared anxiously at the pot of water on the stove, compelling it to boil. Though the old axiom warned of its counter effect, she had long since gegeven up on trying to look away from the pot, unable to tear her eyes away. Tapping her foot impatiently, she began to sing quietly to herself to pass the time. It was a merry song, the one she always used to entice travelers from the road to come to her window. As she sang she only wished her tune could charm heat into the water of her pot the way it charmed most of the passerby. The thought only seemed to bring her further impatience. The impurity...
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posted by Ms_Montana
Spotlight

1. Cold pizza

It was a cold and rainy dag in November. Some people called this rain even snow, but not thus Helena. It was not the type Person all that varnished.
While she rushed door the crowded U platform, it rummaged about him of her pocket for her mobile phone. She tried to type in the scrum the number of her mother, however, without success.
Helena rolled irritated with her eyes. Their mother had zei her at noon she must fetch her small sister Allison. And here only so she stood.
On the left from her a hard occupied looking man called up his mobile phone and before her there stood...
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posted by jasperwhlover
Links;Urls:
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced door the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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Narrator: Macbeth slowly entered the crept room were Duncan was sleeping soundly. Macbeth quietly began to reach for his sharpened dagger. Macbeth pondered many thoughts regarding the demise of Duncan, but never to this degree. Now, the time had come to fulfill the quest to be crowned king. Duncan suddenly returns to reality. Visualizing Macbeth door his bedside withholding a dagger pointed at his wretched chest. Would this mean the end of Macbeth’s planned tragedy of the end of Duncan’s existence?
Duncan: Cousin, why hast thou forsaken me?
Macbeth: Forsaken you? Thou hast forsaken me. Thou...
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posted by iluvtheshow
hallo Mom,
It's been a while
Since u sat volgende to me,
Since I saw u smile
I miss u Mom
I wish u were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see u Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my hart-, hart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
u taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling u Mom
Losing u killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what u were Mom,
Strong.
In everything u said
In everything u did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some meer pannekoeken, pannenkoeken and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few meer seconden until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing volgende to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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posted by dragonrider
I pull into the parking lot of the country council men office and get out. Hmm what should I do with Elliot? I can't leave him in the car he'll die of heat. I could leave the air on. Nah I'll just put him behind stage when I talk to the councilmen.
I pull out Elliot and put him over my shoulder. Everybody is strong in the future.
Elliot murmurs something like "Oh I love u too Starr!"
Aww how sweet. I take out duct tape and tape his mouth shut. Ahh that's much better
I carry Elliot towards the building and when I get inside I don't see Whitney. Hmm that's strange she works here shouldn't...
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3 Worst Ways To Start A Story - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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