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posted by Insight357
The cloche, bell rang, Elizabeth, and Wyatt had to go to class. They had every class together except for first period. Elizabeth went to art class while Wyatt went to music.
All through art Elizabeth drew out a sketch of her left wrist. This piece of artwork would be hanging on the mur outside the art room. She was glad people would see it. She was going to be curious to see how many people she could piss off.
* * *
During musique Wyatt stared out the window, thinking. Thinking of the best time to tell Elizabeth. He figured he would do it during Algebra two. It would be one of the easiest classes to...
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posted by Phoenix_Stone
Instead of hating your life, toi should be thankful that toi have one.

If toi ignore everything toi find horrible in your life and focus on the blessings toi have, then I feel that toi will become a better person.

At least toi have eyes to see with, while others see nothing.
At least toi have ears to hear with, while others hear nothing.

Think about all the blessings toi have.
I have seen one of the poorest people in the world.
I have seen them suffer.
A charity team started to offer them help but they a dit no. They told them, "There are others who are worse than us. Help them. We are fine."...
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posted by NekoTheif
It's soft like a blanket
It's cold like ice
We can't help but gravitate towards it
Even though it's not always nice
It gives us scaly pets
And sharp toothed nightmares
ou clucking little friends
It cools us off during the summer
Let's us patin, patinage on it during winter
Makes toi laugh with your friends
ou steals your breath
When it covers you
It refreshs toi
It cools you
Warms your toes
Tickles you
Freezes toi
Unforgiving ocean
Deep dark lake
Roaring river
Stale creek
Please with all ado
Let me thank toi too
posted by Kimi4312
Chapter Two:Dark Secrets,
When the redheaded girl cries with guilt over killing someone for blood, she gets up and walks to her apartment and takes a douche cleaning the blood off her body, she begins crying again and head to flashback when she is in a emotional breakdown, 15 years ago, she and her best friend had twin baby girls and they l’amour them and l’amour each other dearly, until she got in a car accident and died, she slam her hand against the mur and cries harder and she grabs her pocket knite and stabbed herself but still alive, she cries again angry and upset that she won't get old or...
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I fought through the process,
And I was determined through it all.
I was Rebelle and strong
And now I survived.

At first I was worried to death,
When the doctor a dit that I had cancer.
I stayed strong
Cuz I knew that my family and Friends
Would care for me,
And spread the word
So I would survive.

My Friends and I
Were always supportive of me,
And we could talk for hours,
Playing on our DSes,
Talking about Legos
Like great Friends ever should.

Later, I was cancer-free
And I celebrated
We did everything great
It helped me cheer up.

I found out
That many people have cancer
Not only me..
And I'm...
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posted by MickCayla133
Logan was walking through palmwoods looking for Carlos, he saw him par the pool with Jennifer's so he walked towards them, he a dit Hi". The Jennifer's a dit salut Logan. Carlos had a dit salut logan, what are toi doing. Logan says I am good, I am trying to get away from Camille she gets on my last nerves. Camille says salut logie want to go out with me saturday night for Kiss and tell. Logan says no i can't maybe i will ask someone else okay. *camille had left*. Carlos says i better find a girl to go with me at Kiss and Tell. Jennifer 2 says i wanna go with toi *She had smiled*. Jennifer 1 says No,...
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posted by harold
The auteur considered. Then the auteur wrote:

Two opposites sat on a park bench

The auteur deleted

eating their curds and whey

as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with

and one wanted the other to leave.

The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be plus specific than that."

The auteur considered. Then the auteur wrote:

The Republican sat down suivant to the Democrat on the park bench

and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, toi couldn't...
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posted by ambers1999
Radio montrer gone wrong!
“Well here we are again with Hillary and Hannah with their 5th season how exciting is that girls tell us about it” a dit Betty.”We are very exciting indeed we work so hard and put our moneys effort into it” the girls a dit strongly.”Ok let’s get back to the callers lets sees who’s there”. As all the girls wait to get the excited caller, Nancy on the other line calls shocked that she’s the first pick “Nancy toi there hello”!?!
“Yea I’m here” Nancy a dit shyly.”Tells what toi liked about one of the shows” Hillary and Hannah a dit calmly.”...
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Let my confessions take toi for a ride...

3 o'clock. My attention shifted from the - what seemed to be - hundreds of plaques and awards, degrees and certificates scattered across each oak mur of the office. Of course, the office was meant to feel plus like a lounge. A living room perhaps, but I knew exactly what it was. The tick... tock... tick... tock of the seconde hand grew increasing louder as it passed each number, irritating me. I contemplated grabbing my shit and heading for the door, but I couldn't. I was bound to be here, to sit here, and wait for Dr. Thomas. My body grew exhausted...
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posted by lollipopszx3
As I stood there waiting at the rue corner I thought about how much I was going to kill Fawn. She's making me wait par the rue corner drenched in rain while she was probably getting a ride from her father.

I then saw her father's car turn up around the corner. Fawn, with her colourful Jansport bag came out... with an umbrella. I ran up to her and a volé, étole the umbrella.

"Hey gothie! Come back here!" She yelled. I laughed as I ran away. She loved to call me gothie. I wore black make-up, black clothing, and I loved skulls. But that doesn't make me goth!

If I'm not a goth, my own person, then...
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