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Ari gulped hard and scrambled back a bit on her bed. People crowded around her making her feel closed in and, strangly, plus open minded. "I cant imagine what it feels like to be surrounded par people 24/7" She thought to herself.
"MOVE OVER, ALEX!!!!!! LET ME THROUGH!!!" Malloy's irritated yell rang throught the room leaving dead silence. Malloy had finally made her way up to Ari.
"Tell me what happened" Malloy demanded. Ari normally would have refused to relive the moment for she thought she was going crazy. But this was Malloy and everyone in the large family knew NOT to mess with her. SO...

Ari awoke that morning to the beautiful sunlight pouring in from the window in front of her bed. She yawned and noticed she still was in her MJ chemise and jeans. She had fallen asleep last night while she was thinking. She held the rose tightly in her hands still though. It was so pretty it gave her hope that maybe one jour she would fulfill her long Lost dream of meeting Michael Jackson. Perhaps in heaven. She put on her shoes she had painted MJ onto and grabbed her wand. She got up and grabbed a green basket and headed back down the hallways and down the steep stairways. On her way out she...

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Ugh! I wrote a giant answer and then copied it just in case it was too long. Anyway, I found out that it was so I decided I'd link an article. I decided to link the question in the article, and then i realized my stupid mistake - I hadn't copied my answer on something else, so it was deleted. Here I go again!

5.) My fifth favori character is Luna. I like how she has individuality. She's not afraid to be herself, no matter what everyone else says. People make fun of her, yet she doesn't have a big problem with it. That teaches us all that it's okay to be different rather then blending...

The BiggerBlog Project- I've recently watched a lot of vlogbrothers and 5AG videos, which inspired me a bit. We have a family blog, but it hasn't been used all that much. Why not change that?

The idea is that every day, a different Biggerstaff will post on the blog, about anything they want. This is a whole new way to grow closer as a family and it offers a place other than fanpop for us. Several people have signed up, and i have organized a liste of who is going to post when for a two week trial period.


Wednesday, May 11th- Tonks

Thursday, May 12th- Emmy/Malloy

Friday, May 13th- GD

Saturday, May...

Angelica bounded through the trees, fighting to stay calm. It was so weird to not be in such a controlled enviornment and be so free out there. She was from a formal british family. The kind of family that kept toi behind invisible bars par controlling your world but in the end nobody can control your feelings. Angelica had ran away from the constant horror of her old life. She was tired of being her parent's slave. She was tired of being a doll. They dressed her up in tight dresses that could choke toi since she could remember. Now, she wasnt in a tight dress. Instead she wore a MJ t-shirt...

50 Things to Do During An Exam When Your Going To Fail Anyway

1.Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.

2.Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!"

3.If it is a math / science exam, answer in essay Form. If it is long answer / essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.

4.Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.

5.Talk the entire way through...

There once was small village full of people. These people were suspicous and only wanted to be completely normal. The town was surrounded par forest but nobody went in. Why? Because stange things tended to happen there. Once there was a man who got curious about what was going on, he went in. He did not come out. This lead people to think of witchcraft and black magic. The town full of people very quickly became less and less untill there was hardly a soul there.

Meanwhile, 3 ladies named Matty, Cissy, and Emmy Biggerstaff were in the forest planning what they would do next. These ladies were...

Caitlin started to eat her strips of bacon, pancakes, eggs, and fruit. Halfway through the meal she was talking with George about a few pranks that she had been thinking of playing on McGonagall and Snape at the beginning of the school an when she felt a cold piece of egg fly at the side of her face. She turned her head to see Fred grinning at her and in his hand was what he used to fling the eggs at her. She smirked and secretly threw a piece of fruit at him. She sighed as a nourriture fight was started and a bunch of nourriture was thrown across the room hitting Fred and the Weasley kids as well as...

I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. I had found it on my bureau this morning. It wasn’t my handwriting, ou mum’s, ou even Immie’s. All it a dit was: Lottie--to find your destiny, go to 13 Loophole Way. Secretly, I thought it was my father’s handwriting. He passed away last year, when I was 13. At breakfast, I casually mentioned this to mum. This was the reaction I got:
“Charlotte Irene Endale! Your father is- your father is- is dead. He would not-could not leave toi a note in the middle of the night!” I could see the tears in her eyes so I a dit “Bye, mum! Have a nice day!”...

A story I wrote when I was five, copied here word for word, spelling mistakes nag grammar errors kept lol. I found it while cleaning my room...

Cataya ran out of the stall, "the tolit is hunted." everyone laugfed "Its true", "run for your lives." The janitor ran in "was it the ghost ou the tolit" "Both." Cataya exclaimed. "The ghost was gree with sharp teeth." "The tolit was orange wuth razor sharp teeth and it always yelled I'm the toilinator!"

Cataya was angry her classmates didn't belive her her teachers, even her parents didn't belive her. Only Jakin cloche, bell Joans the janitor did belive. The...

I sighed as I woke up, blinking in the bright sunlight. I looked over at the sleeping Frank, and then at my alarm clock.

10:30!?

Quickly throwing off the covers, I leaped out of lit and threw on a robe. I couldn't believe I'd slept that late. Yeah, so it was summer vacation and 10:30 was nothing. But I usually got up at 7:00 a.m. I was a total freak

"LEAH!" A voice shrieked at me from outside my door. I groaned. Kris.
"Hold on, Kris, I'll be out in a minute!" I brushed my hair and teeth quickly and opened the door.

"You a dit last night toi were gonna make waffles!" Kris griped as we walked down...

The Fanwhore: Have toi ever been added par someone, and then when toi went to their profil to possibly add them back, saw only posts with things like "Thanks for the add!" as far as the eye could see? Congrats, you've just met a Fanwhore. This person is pretty much just obsessed with getting fans. They can spend hours adding people, and will usually add back anyone who adds them. They tend to have obscenely large numbers of fans, and to get them obscenely fast. Can go ballistic if they haven't gained at least five new fans in the last hour.
Also, some Fanwhores tend to reform after a while,...

I just wrote an entire article, then my stupid laptop went and deleted it all. Ghfdshfsdkj. SO FRICKEN ANGRY.

Okay then, so I'm from Britain, but NOT ENGLAND. Britain is Wales, Scotland and England. It is not ENGLAND. Besides joda, who has sadly disappeared from fanpop, I'm the only Biggerstaff that I know of that resides in Wales.

I am a Nerdfighter, a Whovian, a bookworm, a Potterhead, a demigod, and plus I can't be arsed remembering.

I hate learning Welsh, and I have to take it for my GCSEs... think of them as O.W.Ls. Definitely not taking them for A levels. Think of THEM as N.E.W.Ts :P

Okay......

I once heard the hardest thing to describe is yourself. And hell, no truer words have been spoken. Okay, no plus distractions.
I'm Diana _____, but on here, ya'll know me as Luna Biggerstaff. I'm 13,and I live in New York.
Sometimes my life feels like a drama series ou something. So lets see, how to begin..
I was born and raised in NYC, my parents are Colombian, and I have an older sister who has made all the wrong choices. My dad is an ass, he's sexist and lazy. My mom and him are divorved. I live with my mom and my stepdad, and my sister lives with my dad in our old house.
I've moved like 3...

This is just gonna be about Voldemort's death, because the only part I have a REAL feeling about.
I don't know if it was just me, but I found Voldemorts death really anti-climactic. Well, maybe not anti-climactic, just not as grand as I saw it in my head, toi know?
The way I've always imagined it, is that, for a start, it happened in the great hall, and everybody- his followers, and Harry's supporters were in there. I always used to imagine the way that he could look at all those who were on Harry's side and be unable to see an ounce of fear in any of their eyes. I used to specifically imagine...