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posted by NormalcyIsDead
I’m sick and tired of it all
Run five laps, climb that wall
Ace that test, be happy everyday
25min. class lesson: due in two days

What’s wrong with you, Jordan?
Where are those ‘A’s toi were sporting?
Oh no, toi have a B, that just won’t do
Let me prod toi some more, ask some questions too

“You seem to be slipping.”
"Get to the front of the race!”
You’ll never get finished
At THAT jogging pace

Yoo-hoo, girl, get your head in the game!
Idiot, doing the wrong lesson, there goes your good name
To most other people, I’m starting to come off as lame
But to me it's al the same: Run faster, think harder, now where’s that A?


Oh no, toi never think that
I’m trying, yes, but it’s still crap
Compared to the guys stepping up to bat
Oh no, you’re supposed to be better than that

Now there toi go off crying again
Everyone watching knew it would happen
Seriously, what is your problem now?
You’re not getting everything perfect? Wow

What toi don’t know is that there are things in my mind
They’re stupid, I know, but they twist and grind
At my emotions, prodding until a response if given
Either irritation, crying, ou having a fit, and
It all boils down to how it’s all in my head
So I just need to shut up, calm down,
Finish the lesson, rightside-up that frown
Do a happy dance all around town
And finally go to freakin’ bed.
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posted by coriann
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 toi 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. par lunch time everybody was talking about her 'new look'. People treated her plus nicely and many people asked her to sit at their table, tableau but she told them she was going to sit with us.
Result:A lot of people are sitting at our table, tableau 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 toi 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 par 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 an 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 par 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 a dit that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st an four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...
posted by para-scence
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 suivant day. Apparently Mrs. Stueck had heard my breakdown yesterday, because she didn't wake me up for school. I stayed in lit 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... toi can ask Mateo; he saw him," she a dit sadly. I shook my head, but she just nodded. "I heard him say that he was only going out with toi 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, ou 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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posted by para-scence
The suivant 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 heure earlier than I usually leave. Since school didn't start for about an heure 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 herbe 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? par Scott Myers via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by DxCFan123
We decided to camp out par a near forest with a small waterfall par it. My burnt hair from the feu was irritating me so I decided to wash my hair in the waterfall. The water was cold, but I didn't care. Bruno felt my hair. I smiled warmly. I a dit like I wasn't a helper " So, where are your parents?' He a dit " Well, after I was born, a witch a volé, étole my mother, killed her, and I have no dad. So I'm an orphan" I thought ' I wish he could tell, he wouldn't have to do this, he wouldn't have to tell me bad mermories.' " I l’amour you." a dit Bruno. " I l’amour a person for a person." 'Well, I'm not a person. Im a helper! Why can't toi tell? Im a helper! I l’amour a person for a person too! But you're not a person! But I l’amour you!'Bruno a dit he would go out to the forest to get get some food. After my hair was washed, I sat down. Why can't he tell I'm a helper? But then, I heard a scream in the woods. I could tell who it was.... Bruno.
posted by EmzLovesCheryl
School.

A bundle of laughs for the bitches in the back row, hell for the one at the front, who can hear every single rude remark that's being made about them. That person could be anyone. The class nerd, emo, the one that's not as intelligent as most, anyone that's different from the rest of the crowd, whether it be to do with interests, sexuality, weight, height, appearence etc. They're not always classified as 'different'. Sometimes it's just because someone doesn't want to be Friends with a bully, someone who wants to stand their ground and make Friends with good people. Like me.

So how come,...
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