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posted by mitchie19
5.S L E E P O V E R M O D E

The doorbell rang. “Mariah! The pizza’s here,” Nikki shouted from downstairs.
Nikki Lim is my friend. She’d helped me pass my Chemistry test par teaching me how to solve the frikin’ formulas our adviser gave us and that was a relief. I went downstairs. “Here the money,” I handed it to him. “Thank you!” Nikki waved before I locked the door. Why’d we order pizza? It was my idea to have pizza with Nikki while Aeyla and Norah went to town to celebrate some event down in Houston Street. This is a sleepover. I want to do something fun before I go to Aunt Lourdes’ house and it is happening right now.
“The pizza guy is so hot,” Nikki giggled and she interrupted my thoughts.
I grabbed 2 cans of coca from the fridge while she talks about the “hot” called pizza guy. “Do toi agree?” she added smiling.
“Um…I don’t think he’s that hot. I mean he’s fine looking. A bit shorter toi know,” I shook my head. Nikki leaned on the table, tableau and tapped her fingers.
“You think? Do toi think—oh! You’re the one who’s crushing on the Riley guy.
He’s short too for your type,” she teased. I don’t want to talk about him.
Not tonight.
“He’s not short. toi haven’t seen him yet,” I snapped, about to giggle. Oh come on! Why do I need to giggle? “And, I don’t want to talk about him,” I added. Nikki sat down in the couch. “Wait, is he cute?”
She giggled waiting for a positive answer. I didn’t answer her first. I went to microwave popcorn.
While waiting for an answer, she went upstairs to change into lit clothes.
I sighed. Why does everyone have to talk about Riley? Can they just pause that subject? I shook my head. After the first few minutes the room smelled like buttered popcorn. I handed a tray and placed everything needed.
Chocolates, pizza, cokes, pop corn, maïs soufflé and two glasses of lait were on the tray.
Nikki jumped down the stairs. “Ooh. Let me help you,” she a dit getting the bowl of pop corn, maïs soufflé and the chocolates. “Thanks,” I replied. “This is so good,” she picked one. “Wait, save it for upstairs,” I laughed. Grapes, I thought. I forgot the grapes.
I quickly grabbed the grapes from the fruit basket and we both went upstairs.


“Which movie do toi want?” I searched through the shelves. I haven’t changed to my lit clothes yet. I’m still on my jeans. Nikki was chewing on popcorn. “Anything, what do toi have there?” she added. I tiptoed so I can read the other titles from above. “Bring it On, Dear John, Valentines Day, umm….She’s the Man?” I asked. “She’s the Man? Yes! She’s the Man, I haven’t watched it yet. Play it,” She a dit as if she one a Golden Award. “Kristie told me that this was her favorite.” The DVD player opened, I placed the DVD inside.
“That’s cool,” I said, sitting on the lit beside her.
The movie began.
During the movie, we laughed together until our lungs burst out. This was fun.
I liked the movie, really. I l’amour romantic comedy movies. They make my day.
Time passed par it was already 11:45 pm. Aeyla and Norah haven’t arrived yet.
They will soon, I think. “Goodnight Mariah,” Nikki a dit beside me.
“Goodnight too,” I smiled. The light switched off as I turned it.


The moment I woke up this morning, I felt a little nervous. The idea of spending the summer with my Aunt and her kids made me decide not to go. But, I have to.
I agreed already. There was no turning back.
I looked at the time. It was past 8 am. I need to get up.
After a douche and I changed my clothes, there was a knock on the door. It was Norah. “Breakfast is ready,” she smiled at me. She has the sweetest smile.
I laughed. “Thanks, Norah. I’ll be down in a minute,” I said.
She smiled and shut the door.
I brushed my hair, grabbed my stuff and went for the door.
Downstairs I saw Aeyla, Sean and Norah eating eggs. They were talking.
“Good morning everyone,” I sat on my usual chair. “So, you’re off to the Cruz’s now?” Sean asked still chewing. And I heard him mumbled “Excuse me.”
“Yeah I’m a little nervous, though,” I scooped eggs and two hotdogs.
Norah stood up and went to the fridge. She got a pitcher of pomme juice.
“Everyone gets nervous, honey,” Norah a dit pouring jus, jus de in our glasses. “Just be yourself,” Aeyla added placing her plate in the sink. “Ready?” Sean asked Aeyla.
“Yeah, wait. I’m just going to grab my bag,” Aeyla went upstairs.
I chewed and drank juice. “Where toi guys going?” I asked curious. “Art class,” Sean said. I looked at him, puzzled. “She wants to try something new, toi know girls these days,” he explained. “Ooh,” Me and Norah chorused as if we get it.
Sean replied, “Yep.”
Suddenly Aeyla appeared from upstairs. “Gotta go, good luck Mariah, and l’amour you” she hugged me. “We’ll come to visit, sometime, ‘kay?” she added.
“Okay, have a sûr, sans danger ride,” I a dit as she went for the door. Then I looked at Norah and hugged her.

This is it, I thought. My scooter went to a stop on the gate of the subdivision.
I read, McKinley Hills.
“Cruz residence,” I said. The security guard gave me a visitor pass.
“Turn on the suivant street, then toi will turn right, then left, when toi see a house with myrtille trees on both side, you’re there.” the security guard pointed. I nodded and answered thank you.
This is such a quiet place. Quiet, but beautiful. I never seen so beautiful.
Most of the houses here are mansions. I turned my head left to right, admiring the place. There are parks and oh! Look a pavilion, how nice. Like the ones toi see in A Cendrillon Story were Chad and Hilary danced, I giggled recalling that scene. Call me crazy but, I never seen a place like this, promise.
On the corner of the street, an old lady stood there, cutting grass. She suddenly waved at me, like we knew each other. I smiled and honk.
I made a left. I saw the twin trees the security guard was saying. I opened my mouth. “Oh. My. God,” I pronounced each word. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I went down. I think we got the wrong house last weekend the one we had a graduation after party? Nope. “This is the one,” I answered my own question.
The house’s structure has a big gate not taller than the trees, plus like on the level of its trunk, two big red brick walls on both sides covered in vines.
Then on the middle, inside the gate, a fontaine stood there.
Suddenly the gate opened par itself. I revved my scooter and went inside.
I didn’t expect this kind of structure. This is going to be an unforgettable summer, I think.
posted by serenacullen93
My world changed the jour my mom died as I’m in my fathers plane ou our company plane that he owns. I remember the jour I was in the waiting room that the wreak had killed her . I remember stand on the cliff overlooking the ocean hoping that I would wake up to fide that it had all been a dream.
The metal had not cut though my mother flesh that her blood was not stain of the road. It was my fault I had been the one that had been at the party I should not have.     
    I pulled my headphones out of my ears as the plane touch down my father was standing...
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Annabeth Chase and the Olympians

One
We Find Two Idiots


Ok, let’s get to the point. My name is Annabeth Chase and I’m a half-blood…Or…..A demigod. I know, I know toi think there’s no such thing. Most mortals do. Anyway, I’m a daughter of Athena-goddess of wisdom, war, and crafts.
I was sitting in the Big House talking with Chiron, Camp Half-Blood‘s activities director. “ I really think we should have a temple, Chiron. And I should design it. I mean the kids here are the children of the gods! And we don’t even have a monument for them!”
He gave me a tired...
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As Marley was at home, he was doing research about vampires but still nothing about vampires losing their short term memory loss ability. It is hard to get facts about vampires without running into a movie, T.V series ou book. “What’s this?” a dit Marley. “Vampires from the Hunters Eyes”. As Marley looked through the website a lot of the facts were true like the side effects, half-bloods and pure-bloods. Then he saw just what he was looking for, as he read he understood. “Half-bloods are hated throughout the line of pure-bloods but are used as slaves ou grunts. Those who are bitten...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
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Another jour at another life, I thought to myself as I walked home. I won’t go all emo about it and tell toi my life sucks, because to toi it would most likely be heaven. My family is rich, I am in the populaire group every girl in my school is obsessed with my brother. Everything about me is picture perfect, my looks. I have wavy blonde hair to die for; my eyes were very light green almost yellow. I was slender I had always been. And to haut, retour au début it all I have a jock boyfriend, I know how cliché. I let out a deep sigh once I looked at the clock, it was nearly...
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posted by Rae-Ash
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch

I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick

toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key

If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been

toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song

toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”

Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I woke up. The director came in and yelled at me to get out of bed. I sighed. I knew, this was, another jour in showbiz. Showbiz was, at first, a very interesting and exciting activity to take on. It was much plus serious than I thought it would be, and a lot less fun. I was Syria, the main protagonist in the story. My real name is Stace, for those of toi who don't know. I could be a trouble-maker in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious and cause trouble for the crew.
People confused me most of the time. Especially adults. I could be trouble-making in the play, but I couldn't be rambunctious...
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posted by Insight357
I stood at his grave. The people had finally cleared out. Now it was only me and him. I bit my lip, there would be no plus tears. He didn’t want that. I sat down, and went into the depths of my mind.

I still remember the last Kiss we shared. We had been in the forest on the far side of town. He pinned me against a tree, and crashed his lips to mine. Our lips moved so perfectly together. My tongue flicked out and ran along his bottom lip. His mouth dropped open and I eagerly entered.

He had been the dominate one in the relationship, no question about it. But sometimes, he liked to see me take...
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posted by Pirate_4_life
Hey guys, hopefully my story is getting read, so I'd appreciate it if toi left a little commentaire and tell me what toi guys think of it.



Chapter two

“okay guys, step back from your paintings and as I go round the class I want toi to explain your influences and how they inspired toi to create your art pieces” explained the hippy like art teacher who insisted upon being called Gwen rather than Miss Miller, claiming it will ‘enhance the harmonious relationship’ she hopes to hold with her students. As each of her classmates took their turns telling how they were inspired to use a certain style...
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Darkened Bliss

By: Non other than the legendary . . . drumroll please . . . ME!




“If toi had a choice and it was to be thought over, what choice would toi go with? Invade the World’s tactics, ou leave what is left of our world after the Apocalypse?
Not like our world is going anywhere . . .”



“Repress and retrain,
Steal the pressure and the pain,
Wash the blood off your hands,
This time, she won’t understand”
- Muse, Ruled par Secrecy








To,
My Friends who cannot wait to see if they are quoted








Need to know Basis, Rules and Legislations of the Bliss
The Cult of Sorpse was an ancient community...
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Days and days passed,this just wasn't going to end.This constant battle with Leo.Leo and I weren't fighting we just kept..well actually HE was the one leading me on so I was beating myself about it now.Leo could go from saying stuff like "hi beautiful" to "I don't wanna be around toi right at the moment Jas,i-i gotta....see toi later."And then he will walk away.I don't get it at all.The crappiest part of all this is that whether ou not he is being a jerk.I'm falling for him,and I'm falling for him fast.

I mean its so hard to not fall for him.He can be the sweetest person on earth sometimes,and...
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posted by Lorelei-Essence
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.
posted by ihavOTD
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.

Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!

Please e-mail me ou comment. Tell me if toi like this segment ou not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
Some people weren't meant to be born. Some families are not to be made That's why there are hunters. Hunters take care of this problem

Alex Grazer walked down the dark wet hallway with his arms full of wood for his family. His hair against his neck was standing up because of fear and the freezing temperature. Little did he know what was behind him would hurt his life forever.
Alex stopped walking and looked around on all sides of the hallway. He had his knockout spray par his flashlight at accueil so if anybody attacked he would be doomed. In a single rapide, swift motion of somethings arm Alex hit the...
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posted by avatarluver990
"Olga Wilson." called my 8th grade history teacher, Mr. Franklin.
I looked up at him dazed. I know this may sound weird, but I've always admired how he looked like. chocolat tanned skin with short curly black hair and honey-brown eyes. He always dresses up like those people in old 1990s educational videos. But either way, I always thought he was beautiful. If he was the same age as me, I'd rendez-vous amoureux, date him. But he's on his 30s and he's married and has 2 teenage sons. So he's out of my list.
"Ms. Wilson." he called me once plus with his soothing voice. "Daydreaming again?"
"I guess." I sighed.
Everyone...
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