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posted by cutiegirl01
We were the first ones back downstairs and sat and watched a montrer about something that I wasn’t really following. A few minutes later Sarus came down in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. He looked over at me and smiled, and we couldn’t help but laugh at each other.
Sarus looked over at Jenny and Annabelle, “You know toi two are going to be dead right?”
“Yeah we know it was just fun to have to tie her hands behind her back and canard tape her mouth so that we could even change her. Getting the lip gloss on was interesting having her almost bite Annabelle’s finger off.” and they both laughed at that.
“Yeah remind me to have Rebecca do that suivant time.” a dit Annabelle
“I heard that and remind me to say no.” Becca walked in and sat on the table. “And it’s Becca not Rebecca.”
“Okay then Becca get off my table.” a dit Mrs. Sterling coming with Mr. Sterling. Becca jumped off the table. She turned toured me and her eyes shinned. “Good morning Onyx. How did toi sleep?”
“Very good Mrs. Sterling, how did toi sleep.” I asked.
“Well, thank you, and please call me Elizabeth.” smiled Mrs. Sterling. “You remind me of my best friend from around here. Her name is Jessica. I miss her dearly.”
“Mom.” a dit Sarus. “No back flashes.”
“Sorry I just…wish I could see her again.” sighed Elizabeth. James rubbed her shoulders.
“Well my mother’s name is Jessica. Maybe toi could come over to see if it’s her ou something.” I shrugged.
“Really? Your mother maybe Jessica that I know?” smiled Elizabeth. “Do toi think toi could arrange for them to come here to night?” I nodded She hugged me.
“By the way toi look lovely.” Sarus and I almost laughed but we kept it together.
“Thank you.” I looked at my black watch. 9:00am. Time to kill.
“So what are we going to do today, Onyx?” asked Jenny. I shrugged. “how about we get your hair done!” It wasn’t an option. I sighed and nodded, not smiling. “Black nails” sighed Jenny. I smiled and nodded. Jenny grabbed my hand and tried to get me out the door.
“No Jenny please no!” I wined “You got me to wear it around your house. No one a dit I had to wear it outside!” Jenny just pushed me out the door. “Fine give me a wig and I will.” Jenny tossed me a blonde wig. “You planed this. I don’t know how but toi did.” she laughed.
Five minutes later Jenny and I were at the town’s beauty parlor. We walked in and I saw Matt’s mom at the counter giving Matt money for something I don’t really care about. Matt turned around and saw Jenny and me, only he didn’t know he was me. He walked over to us, “Hey babe, toi new in town?” I smiled and nodded.
“I’m just staying here for the week, because my cousin has the week off from…” I looked at Jenny, “Jefferson?” Jenny smiled knowing I was up to something and nodded.
Matt put his arm around me, “You know toi and you’re cousin can hang out with me this week-” and Matt’s mom coughed.
“No, no that’s okay. It’s fine we just came here to get a manicure and our her hair done.” I smiled looking as innocent as possible.
Matt smiled looking at his mom, “I can work today if toi would still like me to.” She smiled back from ear to ear and nodded. Matt looked back at us and smiled, “Come on ladies, lets go pick out you’re nail polish.” He looked over at Jenny, “And figure out what toi want done to you’re hair.” I. HAVE. TO. RECORD. THIS. Matt lead us to a small sitting room and pulled out livres that had seemed to be hidden. “Here are some livres that may have what you’re looking for.” He smiled winking at me. “So what are your names? I’m Matt.” Knew that!
“I’m Jenny and this is Layla,” Layla…I like it, “And I was going to start this week but the school is on spring break.” She smiled up at him.
“Well suivant week I would l’amour to escort toi around the school” I smiled up at him, he winked at me. “And if toi want we can get know each other tonight at the park-”
“Sorry Layla and I already have plans but toi could come to my house tomorrow to hang with us.” Jenny smiled. I smiled too.
I pointed to a rose nail polish, “These are the nails I want-

After getting our nails done and Jenny’s hair done we went to my house. I took off my wig just before I walked, “Hey mom do toi know anyone named Elizabeth?”
My mom came around the corner, “What ever toi did just say you’re sorry and-”
“No mom do toi know anyone named Elizabeth Junta?” She nodded, “Sarus and Jenny’s mom’s maiden name was that.” My mom smiled exited.
“Can she come over to night?” I nodded smiling.
“Just let me call her.” I pulled out my cell phone and turned toward Jenny asking, “What’s the number?”
“290-815-3466.” Jenny a dit looking at Josh who was drooling over her, she turns to me and asks, “Are toi sure toi to are related?”
“Sadly.” I was already done dialing and calling. Ring-Ring-Rin-
“Hello?” asked Sarus.
“Hey Sarus. I was wondering if you’re family would like to come for dinner.” Sarus was silent for a minute.
“Are toi sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then we’ll be over to night bye.”
“Bye.” I hung up the phone and said, “They’re coming over.”
“Everyone?” I nodded. “Okay.
posted by Twilightluv3r
Chapter 1 (Janae's POV)
How do toi tell your bestfriend that toi l’amour them?Boy, don't I have a story for toi and you'll never believe. My name is Janae Carter, I have an older brother name James and no parent. They were killed in a car crash par a drunk driver, but I don't want to get into that now.
When I met him I was seven years old, he was eight. At the time my brother was 18.
I was in the backyard playing in the montrer in, Grand Rapids, Michigan just to let toi know.While I was playing, building a snow castle, I notice a boy kicking a ball against the arbre that splits between mine and his yard,...
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posted by FIALMOIVLEY
The sound of the breaking glass stopped me from taking another step. I starred into the darkness ahead of me, this wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with my mother. Mother. Why did I have to think of my mother? I tried not to think of the day…
But the memories of the dread filled night filled her head. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

There was banging on the front door. A manly voice yelling to let him in.
“KIDS! Go hide! Eric, take care of your sister, Clare! Hide and don’t come out!” my mother yelled to us.
“But where are toi going to go?” Eric asked my mom.
“Don’t...
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posted by FURRY
After a couple hours I had got use to my body again, jumping and bounding I felt wonderful "That's it, toi got it Joel!" Alice applauded me with her wonderfully cute voice "Heh, thanks it's not hard now." I replied blushing bright red, soon I was able to do things that I couldn't do before.

I could shoot ice from my finger tips it was amazing I never knew I was able to do these things, "Wow that's amazing Joel!" she exclaimed, I could feel her presence growing in my head however, it felt like she was becoming plus than just a voice, time dragged on eventually it got to the point where I could...
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posted by para-scence
*Prologue before this chapter :)

Holding my breath, I went to first block, History. I threw my bad onto the floor, and fell down into my seat. I quickly pulled my capuche, hotte up, crossed my arms, and tried to be invisible. How come when I was wanting to be seen, I wasn't, yet now when I needed to be invisible, it seemed like I had a giant neon sign pointed at me, shouting "Look at me! It's all my fault!"

Mr. Thorson started attendance, and I wished my name was magically erased from his checklist.

"Essence," he said, bored.

"Here," I whispered in the dead silence. All eyes turned on me. Mr. Thorson nearly...
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posted by para-scence
I named him Chance. His presence easily expelled the loneliness that I had felt for months upon months. I did everything I could to care for him, even if it meant me missing a meal. He slept and cried a lot, but that's what bébés do. He cried the most at night. To get him to stop, I rocked him gently in my arms and sang softly to him songs that my mother would sing to calm me down. That soothed him almost instantly, and he blissfully fell asleep.

It was when he was almost three weeks old that I noticed something wrong. Chance was sleeping in his crib, a.k.a. my suitcase, and I heard a raspy...
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posted by I_love_Mikey
When it hits, it hits hard
Worse for you, because toi saw it coming from the start
A blizzard of thoughts and truths buzz around your head
You can't think, it makes toi wish for death.
Blood and sacrifice are your devotions,
but life can only give so many promotions
Soon, it will give up on you.
Give up first.

The pain it brushes against your cheek,
A touch so soft, leaving toi so weak
The broken glass of a stained window leaves toi praying,
He's the devil's spawn, he's recreating
What was gone for good once.
But he's not for good, he's for bad.
And bringing back what made us sad.
Life is over,
I'll make it...
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posted by 1-2vampire
Why?
That one word that everyone asks themselves some time in their life.
Why?
Always with a question mark.
I ask myself this now. As I stumble out the bed, yesterday's horrors were sinking in like the Titanic.
My head hurt, my eyes hurt, my legs hurt. But mos of all my cœur, coeur hurt. I wanted to rip it out my chest, tear it apart and keep it from hurting me again. Why did he do this?
That word again.
Why?
I trip and fall flat on my face in the dark bathroom. To a lot of people this is just a normal Saturday morning. To me, it was like a nightmare toi couldn't wake up from.
It hurt. Everything hurt....
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Found some really long words so heres my attempts at pronouncing them.
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posted by Rozaliciousness
Where I was stood it felt like flying. I could feel the soft breeze caressing my face and lifting tendrils of my long black hair. I smiled slightly as the wind reminded me of my mother. She was always with me, just like she a dit she would be.
I opened my eyes slowly to look at the beautiful world around me. Standing on a piece of jutting out rock suivant to the waterfall, I could hear the water rushing and cascading downwards. I could see all the trees laid out beneath me, lush and émeraude green, only separated par the wide, glistening blue river that carried on the waterfall I was suivant to.
I...
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posted by floraisbest1
IN AMAZON
tecna: i l’amour all my gadgets, but i enjoy nature as well
bloom: i totally tecna
stella: ugh all this humidity is making my hair frizzy
bloom: stella!
stella: huh oh yeah i loved sophix powers the outfits were amazing and i loved our bond with nature
tecna: when i think about when we had the sophix
bloom: makes me jelous of floraand just wish
stella: that i had the nature power
timmy: whoah, did toi girls just finish eachother's sentece together
brandon: ou did toi mean totally difrent things
tecna: i was going to say what they said
stella:yeah
bloom: same thing
sky: amazing
stella: guys watch out...
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posted by -DarkGirl23-
Defined words;
Words that play roles in the exact Deadly forms that declare one as a person.
Tears written par the hand of an invisible Teenage nothing.
Whose words represent the world’s untold secrets,
who is nothing may write all that is something.
Yet there plays a frown of despair and loneliness,
Eyes falling through her transparent perspective, creativity a blob ignored par most.
There is a hollow Empty,
Yearning for something,
Misunderstood and malicious morbidity that attacks her soul in a war of mankind;
The end to everything and yet the beginning of something totally new.
Who mimics her...
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posted by para-scence
That jour at school, I was afraid for possibly my life. If Blake let anything slip... I was dead. I was afraid to mention anything though. What if he decided he would tell someone? In English class, he talked to me like normal, but he seemed reserved. He wasn't his usual happy-self. Then Mateo came over.

"Hey man, why'd toi leave last night? It was awesome!" he said. Blake looked back at me; a reminder. Apparently Mateo paid little to no attention to me last night.

"Something came up," Blake a dit exasperated. Mateo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Are we still hanging out tonight? Gwen wants to go see...
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