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Here is my life and of course about me.
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I love to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.

I love cute clothes and flashy things.
I LOVE to make friends. Online vrienden exspecially!!!
I love to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank u for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If u become a fan of it, I'll remember to thank you!

p.s If u have anything in common with me, of any questions, please commentaar below!
Thanx again!
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Hi, I'm Carl. Okay so this is.....its really weird because. Alright there's been something on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I don't know, Selia, told me to write it down. Its big, its pretty big. So I'm a male prostitute. There was a big silver room. We were all bunched up together on tables, shiny silver tables. they used to put us on drugs and make us have sex with people. There weren't many private rooms and people didn't seem to care anymore.
We lived in the mall at the edge of the city, huge. There was this big pub on the other side of the mall. Sometimes u could hear what was...
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posted by problematic124
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Chapter 5
Faliski's note
Aurora decided to shed the goth for good and came to school looking normal and beautiful. door lunch time everybody was talking about her 'new look'. People treated her meer nicely and many people asked her to sit at their tafel, tabel but she told them she was going to sit with us.
Result:A lot of people are sitting at our tafel, tabel trying to win Aurora's attention.Plus with the result of them we can't talk about Friday night. The cool crew sat at our table, there mostly jerks because they think there better than all of us because there either rich, hot, or...
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posted by SPS
She looks;
Her eyes desperate & fraught
Her body defenseless & weak.
Feelings of vulnerability;
Guilt seeping through her veins.
But what can she do?
She stares.

She stares;
Oblivious to her stare, he hums
Chasing a butterfly, hops & skips;
Not a feather of a burden on his shoulders
As he goes about his carefree life.
She smiles.

She smiles;
Memories come rushing through,
As she first held him in her arms.
‘I will give u the world’ she promised.
She lied.
‘You will be the king of the world someday’
This time, he stared, his big blue eyes
Gleaming with innocent mischief, unaware of what fate...
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What A New Screenwriter Should Know About Screenwriting door Jeffrey Reddick via FilmCourage.com.
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Writer corner:) hi everybody! i hope you'll like the plot. let me know!! thank you!!!
In the jaar 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied door a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It zei that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st jaar four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...
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just FYI, I noticed there's another story on Fanpop called "Speechless." I just wanted readers to know that this is all my ideas, and the other one is completely its author's ideas. :)


Seven kids were killed that day.

I didn't know any of them, but that made no difference. I'd seen two of them shot. I couldn't bring myself to go back to school the volgende day. Apparently Mrs. Stueck had heard my breakdown yesterday, because she didn't wake me up for school. I stayed in bed for the rest of the day, despite my stomach growling menacingly at me.

Later that day, there was a small knock at the door....
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posted by para-scence
"What?" I squeaked. My whole world felt like it was tumbling down. This could not be happening. Heidi patted me reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Sorry, but it's true. I saw him hanging out with this one girl. Her name's Claire... u can ask Mateo; he saw him," she zei sadly. I shook my head, but she just nodded. "I heard him say that he was only going out with u because he pitied you." I frowned and left, not wanting to hear more. I wasn't sure it was because of how ridiculous it was, of if I was afraid she was right.

Finally later in the day, I saw Blake. He was talking to Mateo again. I...
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The volgende morning, I unlocked the three deadbolts on my door, and sneaked downstairs. I could hear Dad snoring from his room, and if that didn't wake him I don't know what could. Still, I walked around on my tip toes and ate breakfast super quick. I was out of the house over an uur earlier than I usually leave. Since school didn't start for about an uur and a half, I decided to just walk around. The air was cool and crisp, and I saw my breath as I exhaled. There was cold dew on the gras and the birds began to sing quietly. It was a perfect spring morning.

I ended up at the park, the one Aubrey...
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Where Does The Creation Of A Great Story Begin? door Scott Myers via FilmCourage.com.
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