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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 basketball, basket-ball player who wants to be étoile, star forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays football 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 chant 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 rendez-vous amoureux, date 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
A/N: Yeah, I know, I come up with some weird stuff. Fractions of a whole story. Well, attatch whatever story toi 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 ashesandwine
Thanks to Patrisha727 for helping me decide which POV to write...
Thanks as always to Emmett4ever for that first push in the right direction...
And thanks to everyone for lire my story:D


"Catherine's POV"


Even in the darkest night I'll find you. Life wanted our destiny to be a wave breaking in the sea, only that,nothing more... But I will not resign to that, I will not give up, we WILL meet again!


I woke early in the morning, my cœur, coeur broken into a milion little pieces. I stood there looking at the roof, not wanting to face this new day. I heard my mother call for me:
"Catherine it's time to...
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posted by RATHBONE07
Tap!Tap! There was that sound again. It was so annoyingly loud, but it did drown out the screams in the suivant room. Tap!! Who the hell would bother to disturb me on a Monday morning? Bang!!
"What the hell!" I yell rolling of my lit and dragging myself towards the door. When i finally open it theres Michael starring at me with his blood red eyes.
"Damn Lilly!! Ive been banging at your door since freakin' six in the morning! Are toi freakin' deaf ou something?God!"
"Let's just say that i did hear toi but ignored it. Dude, do toi know how early six in the morning is? toi interrupted my beauty sleep....
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
He smirked. “Hello Sadie” he sang, I closed my eyes and then opened them again, hoping I was going blind. I heard footsteps behind me and then a loud scoff. “What’re toi doing here?” Ethan asked, I opened my mouth to answer for Adam but was interrupted. “I came here to see Sadie” he said, I sighed. Ethan looked to me and gave me a look, one I noticed he used to give to me when we were kids and I had stolen his toy. “Is this true did toi ask him to come?” Ethan asked me, I shrugged. “I don’t think so” I told him, I heard Adam laugh. “I’m so glad this amuses you!”...
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Charactors:

Hayley Williams
Taylor York
Zac Farro
Jeremy Davis
Josh Farro
Lacey Mosely
Lady GaGa
Kanye West
Soulja Boy
Joe Jonas
Zac Efron
Erin
Dallas Winston(Dally)
Ponyboy Curtis
Alice Cullen
Mandy
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Lady GaGa: Why don't we go out tonight?

Kanye: Can't concert tonight.

Lady GaGa: Hayley?

Hayley: Ummmm depends.

Zac: Cum awn GaGa I'll go wit cha.



This is all I'm posting. I want to see if I get any responses first. : )
posted by A_Sirens_Call
A sirens call

CHAPTER ONE::: Shyness

It is the first jour 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 par Annabelle who could read minds and was...
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posted by Cuddles
A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...
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Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists ou pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...
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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 plus tears fall. He looked her straight in the eyes. He was still crying but now there was feu 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. toi will be surprised. I’m stronger and faster in many ways. And toi haven’t...
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posted by liviabutterfly
Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a manteau 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 orange 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 orange from the ending of summer. It was like walking in those stories toi 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 lit 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. toi live with your twin and your SIDA partner.

"So, sleepy head." she smirked. "You gonna get up ou 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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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
-Ernest Hemingway

There is nothing to writing. All toi do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
-Ernest Hemingway

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five ou six of them. Most people don’t see any.
-Orson Scott Card

For me, écriture is exploration; and most of the time, I’m surprised where the journey takes me.
-Jack Dann

The hardest thing about écriture is writing.
-Nora Ephron

If a writer falls in l’amour with you, toi can never die.
-Mik Everett

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from...
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Prologue
The wind was howling like loups in the night, and Will sat shivering in his post. The tourelle on which he sat overlooked a tall rock ledge that sloped into the ocean.
“Why do I get this bloody post.” he a dit 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 feu in the brazier barely helped either.
“Nothing as always.” he a dit as he looked out to the edge of the sea. He had taken to talking to himself when he...
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I went back into the steamy kitchen. Chefs everywhere making different kinds of hamburgers. What am I doing in the hot kitchen? I'm grabbing plates of food. I'm a waitress at Reynolds Diner, a retro 50's diner. It's very popular, and always is busy. . . Like right now! It was hard getting this job, seeing as toi have to be people friendly, make sure not to spill the food, and having a good memory.
"Excuse me miss, can I have a refill of Coke?" A lady asked me. I nodded my head, and smiled at her.
It was nice working here, seeing as I get paid a nice amount of money, and see a celebrity ou a few....
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1 being the best 10 the worst
These livres are great for summer lire I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.

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