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John Muir Middle School

Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed basketbal player who wants to be ster forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays soccer to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive. Age 12
Paige Phillips: a pudgy viola prodigy who competes with Hannah over musical talent and brains. Age 12
Ali Tyler: a dirty blonde swimmer who wants to be in the Olympics. Age 13
Bailee Witwicky: a braceface softball playing tomboy Age 13
Katie Pearson: a blonde who loves singing and softball is big competition for Bailee. Age 14

Jason Dunlap: a bright, shy boy who Alexa is sort of dating. Age 11
Ian Styles: a free-spirited klutzy genius that secretly likes Deandra. Age 12
Jake Bishop: a gawky nerd who avoids Katie, a girl who likes him, since he fears girls. Age 12
Eddie Watson: a jock with a bad temper who likes Emma. Age 13
Scott Williams: a social outcast who Colleen likes. Age 13
Elliot Miles: a horrible student and techno-geek who is obsessed with girls, especially Hannah. Age 14
Gary LaRusso: a drunk-on-life young man who avoids his fan club of ladies, the president being Brooke. Age 11
Skipper Pierce: a young man who sees himself as a stud wants Brigit to datum him. Age 12
Ricky Parker: a secretive nerd who likes candy and track is oblivious to Paige’s crush on him. Age 12
Tim Watson: a boy who is the African-American male, even though he’s in seventh grade, who only likes Ali, the best part of middle school. Not related to Eddie Watson. Age 13
Cooper Turk: an average kid who sees the cheerful side of everything, but doesn’t know to the girl who has a crush on him, Bailee. Age 13
Zackie Spicoli: a nerdy young man who likes Katie Pearson. Age 14
“Opal... Who is this man” Marley Asked. Opal just noticed the two boys standing there herself, but soon understood, for their vampiric powers were far beyond hers. “I’m guessing this is that pure-blood bastard releasing all that power before” zei Alec. Marley grabbed Opal door the top, boven and pulled her to her feet. “Damn you! u bit her didn’t you?” Shouted Marley. The man put his hand back to his side. “Sigh”. “This is so much trouble” zei the Man. Before Alec could say a word, the man elbowed him straight in the face. Alec slid for about three metres and then rolled...
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A/N: Yeah, I know, I come up with some weird stuff. Fractions of a whole story. Well, attatch whatever story u want. This is about a mourning teen. And suicide.

Please rate. (And please comment)
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Getting cold in the sun’s shadow

Drowning in this black pin’s ink

Gone is the lovely light, night’s here despite

Twilight’s eternal fights and weep

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She breathed in and out slowly, each breath appearing in front of her, a wisp of cold smoke disappearing. Around her was a silent vibration she had never...
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posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first dag back, I really did not think of anything interesting happening, it was all new and strange after the holidays nothing would surprise me. Our little group of six did not have any specific relations towards outsiders we tried to keep contact with the human race to a minimum considering we are no longer human. After that experiment from the mad scientist - Doctor John Hallwain – trying to clone us making marginal errors then tried a different experiment but that is all I know and that was gathered door Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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posted by Codby
This is what comes out me in class. When I should pay attention. ;)
Also some funny pictures.

He was crying. The tears weren’t coming fast, they were slow. So slow as a turtle.
They had only this time because when he steps out of this room he will be different, letting no meer tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was brand and ice in his eyes.

Fire so warm it could freeze every living thing.
Ice so cold that it could burn the whole world.

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Watch me. u will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And u haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a mantel walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When...
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    I walked for so long, looking for something, not knowing what that someone thing actually was. The sky bleeding with an oranje sunset as the sun moved ever so slowly below the horizon. I stopped in my tracks ans stared for a moment, than went back to searching for my mystery object. This was a great time to take in the woods which have always scared me. It wasn't bad walking through them. everything was oranje from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories u always hear about. Just then, a soft rustle in the bushes interrupted my thoughts. Not knowing...
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posted by BennieBear27
Chapter One

My alarm went off at 7:00 on the morning February 8th, 2017. I reluctantly sat up on the edge of my bed and yawned.

"Morning." I heard a voice say. My eyes were still closed.

"Luna?" I mumble. "That you?"

"Yep." I open my eyes to see Luna Middleton standing three feet diagonal from me.

I shared a room with her, her twin sister Kyla, and my brother Jacob. That's how everyone does here. u live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up of what? If not, I'll eat your breakfast for you."

I don't reply and shake my head.

"Oh, come on!" Luna...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like wolves in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The torentje on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he zei to himself. The air was so cold up there that it sank right into your bones. Even though Will had dressed as warmly as he could with a thick woolen cloak, he could still feel the icy fingers creeping up his back. The brand in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he zei as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These boeken are great for summer reading I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

10. Deacula door Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit door Tolken
8. I'm the king of the kasteel door Susan Hill
7. 1984 door George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian mol door Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice door Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre door charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies door William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime door Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca door Daphne du Maurier
posted by ejenk1025
Chapter 2

I pull into the driveway of the cafe. I look into my rear view mirror. I look good. (Laugh) I get out of the car then fix my clothes. I'm ready. Just be yourself. Ok. I'm walking in. Don't fall. Don't fall .. He sees me. Just walk up to him.

"Hey."
"Hey. Glad u could make it." zei Lucas
"I'm glad u could make it, too."
"Well. I work here so..." zei Lucas
"You work here? Cool."
"Yeah. This is actually my mom's cafe. Let me introduce you." zei Lucas
"Oh goody." I zei nervously

Good impression. Good impression. Good impression.

"Mom, this is Brooke. Brooke, my mom." zei Lucas
"Pleasure...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Five

Mason met Olivia at his favoriete restaurant. It was a perfect dag for a avondeten, diner date. The sun was shinny, the clouds were extra white, and the gras seemed greener then ever. If only she knew that this was a avondeten, diner date. He signed the last autograph for today as Olivia sat across from him at their round table. Her hair was curly and in a ponytail. Then she wore a red dress with a thick, black riem in the middle. His seconde impression of her was still the same, gorgeous. This datum was going pretty well but Cassidy dresses better. Mainly because Cassidy is rich but he didn't want to...
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posted by alicia386
Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first dag of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...
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Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So u need not try to remember something,
u remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that u could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

u try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, u try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went door and meer pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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