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posted by para-scence
I got home, where Reed was at the cuisine table, tableau playing poker with some Friends and smoking. I walked up to the table, tableau and threw the bag onto the table. His Friends all looked at it, gaping. Reed laughed.

"Good job, baby sister!" he said. He took the bag and inspected it. I smiled at his praise. He looked up at me and smiled. "But shouldn't toi be at school? If Nikolai finds out he'll bust your head in."

"So don't let him find out," I a dit like it was an obvious answer. His buddies laughed. Reed shook his head at me, but a smile still played on his lips. He threw the bag back at me.

"Well then, get lost!" he laughed. I rolled my eyes and went to my room to change clothes. I swapped my baggy black jeans for grey skinny jeans, and my maroon hoddie for a black A7X sweatshirt. I stuffed the drugs into the front pouch of the hoodie and walked out of my room back to the kitchen. Apparently Reed didn't know I was still here.

"Uh, you'd better get out of here. Nikolai just called;he a dit he was almost accueil from the store..." he said, sounding scared. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Seriously, Reed. Do toi really think I'm afraid of Nikolai?"

"You should be," a deep voice a dit from behind me. My eyes widened, but I didn't turn around. Reed mirrored my expression, while his Friends stifled their laughter. "I'm sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to ask toi all to leave." His Friends grumbled and a dit their goodbyes to Reed, then left. I frowned. I turned to see Nikolai, much taller and muscular than Reed, standing behind me with his arms folded.

"Go sit on the couch," he ordered. Unfortunately, as I walked past him, he noticed part of the plastic bag sticking out of my sweat-shirt pouch. Quickly and swiftly, he snatched the bad out of my pocket. His face grew red.

"Fuck," I grumbled.

***

"What do toi have to say for yourself?! Skipping school, and plus drug dealing?! Do toi know what'll happen if toi get caught?!" Nikolai ranted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Reed sat down suivant to me, leaning casually against the arm of the couch.

"She won't, Nik. Trust me. This girl's good!" Reed said, sticking up for me. He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders, messing up my hair. I pushed him away and smoothed it out again.

"Reed. Shut it. Harley, get rid of this," Nikolai said, throwing the bag at my stomach. I caught it, glared at him, and stalked off out of the apartment to outside where the garbage cans were. I sighed. There goes $30 into the trash...

"Hey, Harley." I looked up to see Carmine, arriving accueil from work. I waved at him. "Aren't toi supposed to be at school?" he asked. I ignored him and went back to the apartment, where he followed close behind. "What's her problem?" he asked as if I couldn't hear him.

"Nikki caught her skipping school, and with a bag of weed," Reed a dit proudly. Nikolai growled.

"And you're grounded for a month, missy," he said, jabbing a finger in my direction. I flipped him off when his back was turned.

"Oh, but when it's Reed, it's fine, right?" I countered. Crap. I really shouldn't have a dit that. Reed's eyes widened and for a divisé, split seconde he looked like he'd kill me if he could. Nikolai turned on him then.

"What?! I thought toi were done with that shit!?" Nikolai shouted at him. Reed stuttered to find the right words.

"Well... toi see, I..." I escaped to my room. I really didn't want to see this go down. Plus I felt terrible for ratting out Reed too. I curled up on the futon and tried my best to sleep, but I couldn't. I was too awake. I heard Nikolai and Reed shouting at each other from the cuisine too, and Carmine's occasional neutral contribution to the arguement. I listened for a while. Their conversation actually making me feel drowsy. I blink and yawned, and then laid on my side to try and sleep.

I was woken par an ear-splitting sound. I screamed and jumped up, my right thigh felt red hot. It was hot at first, and then I felt pain. I growled and cursed at it. I heard the neighbors downstairs and upstairs panic at the commotion. The guys came running in at once, and I turned to face them. Crap, crap, crap. I then remembered I'd left my gun in my pocket. It must've went off while I slept on it. I felt the blood dribbling down my leg, but I tried to remain cool.

"What the hell was that?!" Nikolai shouted.

"I, uh, it's nothing. It's just---" I began.

"It's what?!" Nikolai shouted.

"Would toi shut up and let me finish?!" I shouted. I reached in my pocket, which now had a bullet-sized hole in the pocket now, and pulled out the gun and held it out. "It went off in my pocket. It's fine."

"You slept with it in your pocket?! How could toi be so clueless?!" he shouted.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said. "And it's no big deal!" I insisted. Nikolai rolled his eyes at me.

"You call that fine?" Reed asked, pointing to my leg. The blood had bled through my pants now, leaving a long stream of deep red all down my thigh, knee, all the way down to my ankle.

"Oops," I muttered.

"Yeah, 'oops,'" Nikolai mocked. "Go to the bathroom and wash it up. You'd better pray to God that doesn't need stitches. Do toi know what'll happen if I take toi to the ER again?! This would be the third time in six months!"

"Ok, that last time wasn't my fault..." I said. "How was I supposed to know that guy had a switchblade?!"

"Harley, toi need to learn to not go off on anyone that looks at toi funny. Learn some self control. Now hand it over," he said, holding his hand out. I placed the gun into his palm. He stalked off to his room, slamming the door behind him. I'll probably never see that thing again in my life.

"Can toi walk?" Carmine asked, offering a hand.

"Yeah," I a dit as I walked to the bathroom. Reed and Carmine walked behind me, hands out as if I'd fall ou something. Luckily, the bullet only grazed the haut, retour au début of my thigh. It was a miracle all right. It'd leave an ugly scar though. I left the bathroom, and went and sat on Reed's bed, otherwise known as the canapé in the living room.

"How's your leg?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. Carmine plopped down suivant to us, holding a bowl of popcorn. He held it out to us and threw a handful of it into his mouth, missing plus than half. "Fail," I told him. He stuck out his kernel-covered tongue at me and chuckled. I took some and sighed. "Why is Nikolai being such an ass?" I wondered aloud. Carmine swallowed. He hated it when any of us were mad at each other. He's "sensitive" as Nikolai used to put it.

"He's just worried about toi growing up," Reed offered. "You're our baby sis. We hate seeing toi getting so grown up." He pretended to wipe a tear away, and I threw some pop corn, maïs soufflé into his face. "No, but seriously. toi know how protective he is. He's just worried about you."

"Well he shouldn't be. I cant take care of myself," I announced, folding my arms.

"Said the girl who nearly shot herself in the leg," Carmine whispered. I glared at him. Reed laughed.

"'How was I supposed to know he had a switchblade?'" Reed mimicked in a high pitched voice. I punched his shoulder. I grinned in victory when he frowned and rubbed his shoulder. "Ok, not to sound like Nikki, but I think it's time for bed." Thunder roared overhead. I cringed into Reed's side.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" I whimpered. I was a little ashamed, but that feeling went away when Reed put his arm around me.

"Sure, toi little wimp," he a dit mockingly. I knew he didn't mean it though. Carmine curled up on my other side, and laid his head on my shoulder. This, I didn't mind about having Reed and Carmine around. They got on my nerves sometimes, but they were always there for me. I closed my eyes.
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posted by para-scence
"...What do toi mean?" Mom asked. We'd told her about the rent. I had managed to get off the table, but I had to lean against the counter for support. My leg was so sore.

"Mom," Paige a dit slowly. "We're going to get evicted if we don't pay it."

"So just pay it," she said, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

"We can't," Paige said. "We have no money."

"What happened to all of it?" Mom asked, her eyes widening.

"We used it to pay the hospital bill last month. So Matt had offered to pay the rent, and he didn't. Now we're in trouble." Mom was quiet for a moment, then rolled her eyes and...
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posted by Insight357
    Seven an old Claire Debony dashed outside of her pa’s barn. Her short, brown hair bouncing behind her as she ran. Her tee chemise flapping behind her in the wind. She was going to meet her friend Wyatt down at the crick. It was an everyday ritual for them.
    When she reached the bank of the crick she glanced around for Wyatt. She walked out onto the pier. The pier went about one-fourth into the water.
    Claire spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She began to turn, but it was too late. Wyatt, a gangly boy with black...
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posted by K5-HOWL
A little long but worth the read...





Two Choices

What would toi do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a coup de poing
line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would toi have
made the same choice?

At a fundraising dîner for a school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten par all who attended. After
extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with par outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn...
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posted by livethislifeup
Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth an anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every an until our twelfth...
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posted by babina
Hey! everyone! thanx for lire and commenting on my articles! HOPE toi ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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What Screenwriters Get Wrong About Outlines par Alan Watt via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Dearheart
For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind toi how beautifully and wonderfully made toi are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long il y a and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the images he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling couleurs and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear You-Know-Who,


How can toi not read my body language? When toi present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my Friends present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think toi touched my hair!!!!


I know toi were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! toi hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected toi to. At least toi didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. ou when I hit the...
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posted by Chaann94
So I came up with this letter-like story. It's based on me and my secret crush. Please tell me if toi liked it ou not!

Dear you,

From the moment I met you, toi were different from all the other people I've met before. Especially the way I felt about you. Sure I've had crushes before, but I act different around you. When toi don't agree with me, toi ask these questions that hurt my feelings. toi make those commentaires that make me feel bad and make me want to cry plus than I want to laugh. Normally I would have broken off contacts with a person like that long before he ou she would have gotten so...
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posted by rebaj2010
love. what does it truley mean? being in l’amour is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in l’amour is when toi feel something for one person plus strongly than toi feel for another. but l’amour is something elsa all together. l’amour is when toi cant convience yourselve toi l’amour someone, but when toi try to leave something tells toi no, stop and think. and when toi do think the reason is blantint. l’amour is when toi think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits toi that without all of that toi wouldnt be the person toi are, and they wouldnt be the one toi love....
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écriture A Great Book Doesn’t Mean It Will Sell par Jennifer Brody via Filmcourage.com.
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