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posted by DxCFan123
I walked into class and sat in a asiento siguiente to Skye.
"Hello, class. I am Mrs. Marrow. I will be your English teacher for this semester. Without further to do, let's introduce our 2 new students. Skye Rope, come on up!"
Skye jumped out of her asiento and ran to the front of the classroom.
"Umm, hi! My name is Skye... Oh, por the way, it's spelled with an 'e' at the end. Not 'sky' like, as in, like, 'The sky is blue.' Umm.. I like turtles, pandas, cartoons, tu know which caricaturas I like? I like Almost Naked Animals, Cyber Space, Fetch with Ru-"
"That is all, Skye. Now, Sam Fitzpatrick."
I blushed, as I always have when a stranger says my name. I'm just lucky I didn't put my full name on the application. I get up and walk to the front of the classroom. I look at Mrs. Marrow.

"Umm, what do I say?" I ask. All of the sudden a couple of kids are laughing.

"Just, about yourself. Yourself: in a summary!" she says, looking at some paperwork.

"Umm, I am Samantha Fitzpatrick-"

"Like, the Fitzpatrick girl from the Suite Life?" one boy in the back row asks. Another girl in the front, with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a tank-top, a denim skirt, and much jewelery, turned around and gave him a quick cold stare.

"Shut up, Robert." she said. "The Suite Life is FAKE. Besides, who still watches that show?" she asked.

He blurted back at her, "You probaly still do, Miranda. Say, do."

"Both of you, shut up! Robert, tu have a lunch detention and a Responsibility Class. And tu can NOT call your mother. Miranda, lunch detention." Mrs. Marrow yelled angrily. She started escritura on a sticky note for both of them. She then turned to me and asked,

"What school did tu come from?" she asked. I hesitated and tried to think of something. I thought of the school the poor kids went to in my village. "L'apprentissage est essentiel" I believe it was called. In English it meant "School is essential"

"L'apprentissage est essentiel" I replied. "It means 'School is essential'"

"Where was this school?" she asked

"Umm, Dagsboro, a small town in Delaware..." I replied. I had done research last night and was looking for small towns to state I was from.

"You may sit down now." dicho Mrs. Marrow. Everyone seemed bored with me. All of the sudden, I tripped and fell on my face. Even Skye started laughing. "Sam! Even if tu don't become liked on the first día doesn't mean tu have to turn yourself into Robert!" excplaimed Mrs. Marrow. "Tsk, tsk. Responsibility Class for you!" she added. She wrote on a sticky note and handed it to me. I went back to my asiento and sat down.

"Oooh, new girl got in trouble!" teased the boy in front of me. I looked up and fell in love. He was handsome. Dirty blonde hair with green-blue eyes. He was wearing a plain, black camisa, camiseta with a black chaqueta over it. He wore navy jeans with red converse. "One tiny mistake, and it's RC for you! Oh, and just so you're not a newbie, RC is after school detention." Then, he turned around and acted like nothing happened. Mrs. Marrow was staring at him. "I know, I know. RC."
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo perra die, bitchy whore. That last comentario doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it dicho rosas are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if tu want I'll tell them to can it, all because I amor tu Janet. I don't know who wrote tu amor poem rhyme thing but I amor tu too!
posted by jedigirl
The día my life became más than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my escritorio and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around...
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posted by Isabella_17
Is It True tu Lie?
Is It True tu Hate Me?
Is It True tu Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True tu Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True tu Like Me Crying?
Is It True tu Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True tu Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True tu Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True tu Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True tu Let Me Call tu My True Bestfriend When tu Weren't?
Is It True.....?

This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were fuego red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why tu are
mad at me.

Why tu shoot
those harsh words
at me.

Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.

I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.

My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"

But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why tu are mad.

Why do tu have to do
what tu do to me?
Why does it give tu
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant tu tell me WHY?
posted by TheAmyPond
She stopped dead in her tracks. She was startled. Her voice was completely gone. Shockingly, she saw that the hooded silhouette in front of her wasn't her mother; she did not know who it was.
Slowly, as not to alarm the unwanted visitor, she reached out for her ballpoint pen and dug it as deep as she could into the neck of the intruder. The mess was horrific, blood all over her face as well as his clothes, but Emily stayed strong. She clumsily tumbled off her cama and ran as fast as she could downstairs to the phone.
She hastily pressed any buttons she could until she'd finally keyed in the number...
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posted by para-scence
"Cosette!" Echo shouted. We ran over to each other, and hugged. She nearly squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't care; I'd missed her so much.

"Echo! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Ahem," a voice said. Echo smiled and rolled her eyes, and took a step back. Asher smiled as he hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I laid my head on his chest.

"I missed tu too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo dicho impatiently. "Let's go do something! Anything! I just don't want to deal with this mushy-teen-love crap." Asher and I rolled our eyes, but smiled. I told Grandma we were going to hang out.

"See you...
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posted by para-scence
I admit that I kind of slipped into a depression. I wasn't sure what to think about anything. I started to feel like I couldn't trust anyone. I wanted so bad to drink, and forget for at least a little while, but I couldn't when someone was always home.

That was the only bad thing about not being with Drew anymore; I rarely go the chance to drink. I started going into withdrawal as well. I couldn't keep control of my emotions, I felt like I was going insane sometimes. I had más stress related seizures, más than I usually do while on medication. I've had a lot of headaches, I've been sweating...
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posted by athena305
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not por blood, then por what?

Energy.

Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.

Now, tu ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time escritura in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
posted by Sonicishot
It was late at night and the lights were out, and i couldn't see at all. So i crawled on the floor dragging my hand with me because i needed to feel my way too. I bumped into three friends. Ike, Roy, and Sheeda. I screetched. Ike covered my mouth. "SHUT UP!!!" He whispered. Roy chuckled. Sheeda followed my hand. So did Ike and Roy. I tried to stand up, but my head hit the table. I rubbed the back of my head and crawled out from underneith it. I slowly slid my hand across the muro to buscar for the power switch. "Whoever this is, tu are very cute!!!!" she dicho feeling around me to reconize...
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posted by twilight_23
This is a piece I wrote for an essay contest about a año ago. It's extremely short because they wanted us to keep it around 500 words, but I thought I would post it anyway. I amor comments! Hearing what other people have to say about my stories is probably my favorito! part of writing, so don't be shy, tell me what tu think(: Also, if I made any mistkes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please let me know so I can fix them, thanks:D


As I walk through the doors of my new high school, I see my best friend at the end of the long hallway. She's standing in front of her locker and she looks...
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posted by Thalia_huntress
please tell me what tu think.



I told her everything she was so excited that I hung out with más then one guy she hopped he would be the one for me after that I went to my room. I had my laptop on my dark blue desk. My cama was a black blanket with dark purple pillows only one thing in my room that wasn’t dark was the light blue curtains lacey got me when I was a baby. I wonder why my mom didn’t want me. “Kura!” lacey called. I went down stairs. “Yes?” I said. “why did tu get the ride with Evan?” she asked motherly. “Um lacey I got the ride with Evan because my truck broke”...
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posted by ashesandwine
Ok... so this is my first time, so comentario but don't be bad;)Thanks Emmett4ever, Patrisha727, Just_bella, and everyone else for supporting me and liking my story.... This one is for you:D



How could I leave him? How could he leave me? We always knew that we were meant to be together, our amor was so strong, so beautiful, so pure.
I couldn't stand to think that we had to be apart, he was everything to me. I live for him just like he lives for me...





I heard a sound behind me and I turned around slowly... I just stopped breathing, he was so beautiful and I was so lucky that he wanted me. He must...
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