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Elena’s POV
    The night got colder as I walked further away from the Founder’s día party. Just a few más steps and I’ll be at the school.
    I reached the school’s front door but when I tried to open them but they wouldn’t budge. I gave up and sighed. I crossed my arm’s trying to keep warm. Looking around trying to find another way in, though the only way I knew of was the doors in the back of the school.
    I slowly walked my self to the back doors. I grabbed the frost bitten door handle and pulled it open. Once I walked inside I could feel the warmth soaking into my body. I stood there for a few segundo and stared down the hall towards the girls’ locker room.
    The hall’s were dark and there very few lights on if there were any they were just a few class rooms. The school was quiet really quiet. I never thought it was possible for a school to be too silent. I started walking fast por every step. All I wanted to do was get my Founder’s día dress and got home.
    I entered the girl’s locker room. I flicked the light switch on but the dark staid. Tonight just wasn’t going as planed.
I walked to the back of the room and went down the isle looking at the name etiquetas on the bag. I reached the end and turned back around. My dress was gone. Aunt Jenna must have picked it up.
I grabbed my cell phone out of my front pant pocket and dialed Aunt Jenna’s number. The phone range a few time before Aunt Jenna picked up.
“Hello, its Jenna.” She dicho tiredly. “It’s Elena; did tu por chance pick up my Founder’s día dress?” “No, why?” I shook my head and took a deep breath. “I looked threw the dresses and I didn’t see it I must have missed it. I’ll be inicial once I find it.” “Okay.” And Aunt Jenna hung up.
I threw my phone back in my pocket and went threw all the dress again. Maybe someone moved it.

Damon’s POV
I don’t know what’s happening to me. There was no reason for me come to Jeremy and tell him that I laid there watching Anna die and didn’t do anything. This has to be Elena; he spirit is to kind it has to be seeping into me.
I walked humanly down the stairs. I opened the door to find Elena walking up the front step holding her dress. “What are tu doing here?” Elena asked surprised. I shut the front door not wanting to look into her eyes. “Failed and fabled attempt at doing the right thing.” I dicho looking down. “Which was?” Elena asked. I shook my head slightly. “It’s not important; let me take these for you?” I dicho taking her belongings out of her hands and placing them down on the porch table. “Thank you.” she dicho softly.
“You know I came into this town to destroy it… tonight I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen?” It was easy to tell Elena everything, it just falls out. Elena looked as if she was trying to come up with something to say but there wasn’t anything to say. “I’m not a hero Elena, I don’t do good, it’s not in me.” I dicho staring at the ground.
“Maybe it is.” I shook my head. “No, it’s reserved for my brother, tu and bonnie even though she has every reason to hate me, still she helped Stefan save me.” “Why do tu sound so surprised?” I could fell myself drifting away. “Cause she did it for you.” I found my self walk towards Elena. “Which means somewhere along the way tu decided I was worth saving. I wanted to thank you… for that.” it was hard to choke out but with it being Elena I thanked I found it easier. “Your welcome.” Elena smiled a small smile at me while her eyes shined.
I kissed her cheek slowly and backed. Something inside of me just pulled me closer to her. I was staring so hard into her eyes they were just too beautiful for words. I promised Stefan that history would not repeat it’s self and the only reason I promised him was for Elena. But she was leaning bits closer to me. Slowly I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. I didn’t expect her to kiss me back but she did. Then she kissed me again, and again. She wrapped her hands around me as I gently held her face. It felt so good to kiss her, her lips were so soft. They felt familiar but yet far away. The last time I had o any one ells had kissed me with this much passion what when I thought Katherine was in amor with me.
I was regretting what I was doing too much I wanted her to stop. But she didn’t I knew Stefan would eventually find out. Then the door opened. Jenna was standing in the door way looked shocked but furious at the same time.
“Hi” Elena dicho the Jenna with no feeling. “It’s late tu should probably come inside.” Jenna told Elena flatly. I knew she was looking at me I could feel her gaze. Elena looked back at me to say good night but just turned away and grabbed her things. Jenna looked as if she was going to stake me. I knew she preferred Stefan over me.
Elena walked inside and Jenna shut the door with out a word. I stood on the deck asking my self why I had done such a stupid thing. I knew Elena and she would call Stefan and apologize she didn’t mean to do it all that. I needed to leave Mystic falls.

Elena’s POV
“I looked every where, someone defiantly took my stuff.” It dicho to Stefan. “Well it will have to turn up eventually.” Stefan dicho over the phone. He was right maybe someone ells took it thinking it was there's.
“I have to check on Jeremy before I have to go to the hospital. Can tu meet me there?” I asked. “Sure.” I knew he was smiling over the phone. I smiled back even though I knew he couldn’t see it. “Okay, I amor tu Stefan.” “I amor tu too Elena.” Stefan hung up the phone. I did the same.
I walked inside shutting and locking the front door. I took a long breath. Today was just to much. I almost lost Damon and Stefan because my Uncle hunts vampires. I shook my head and called up to Jeremy “Jeremy, tu up?” I shouted from the bottom of the staircase. He didn’t answer. I was going to walk up to him but I heard a glass fall over in the kitchen. I stepped away from the stairs and walked towards the kitchen. Know one was there.
I saw some of the shattered glass over on the other side of the island. I knew that it would sit there all night if I didn't pick it up and some one would step on it and we really don't need any más blood shed. I walked over to it and saw a little bit of blood sliding down the floor. I ran to the other side and I saw Uncle John lying there.
I rushed over to him. His corazón had stopped and a cuchillo was stabbed right in his heart. I went to grab the phone on the counter when I got up I saw that on his right hand four of his fingers had been cut right off. That’s probably were most of the blood was coming from.
Wouldn't he have made some type of noise it looks pretty painful. I had just called Aunt Jenna a few minutos hace she wouldn't have left the house so she should have heard it Unless it was a vampire they tend to do things quick and quietly. Once I snapped back into reality I picked up the phone and started to dial 911.
"You must be Elena, I've heard so much about you. You're the one that holds my two boys hearts. tu do realize that your killing both of them. I mean Stefan knows that tu have feelings for Damon and of course every one knows that your dating Stefan, do tu really want to do exactly what I did?" I slowly turned around to find Katherine leaning up against the living room and cocina muro smiling. I dropped the phone as her face started to change and he smile grew longer. "I'm Katherine."
posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

Huff... Huff... I think... I lost her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored amor asiento in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do tu look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it más suspicious.. She came and sat down siguiente to me. "C'mon sweetie, tu can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

BAM!! I quickly shut the encantada door to the wizard lair. My breath is running away from me as I did before. "Woah! Whas'up with you?" Not now Tyler!!! "Nothing! Absolutamente nada!" Did I just speak Spanish those two last words? "It seems like something is up. C'mon. Tell Tyler everything tu know." Why is he trying to comfort me? I hug onto my month-older brother. "Well, I ran into a Witch in the for-" Tyler quickly pushes me very hard away from him. "YOU WHAT?!?" Do I have to repeat it? "I. Met. A. Witch. In. The. Woods." I think I clarified that enough! "I can't believe this!!...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell tu the truth, it's rather large! If tu open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if tu cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full...
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posted by para-scence
I brought Hera and Desiree inicial the siguiente morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if tu promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get tu a My Little poni, pony if tu do, ok?"...
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**scroll down for translation**

Regen wusch die Gräue von guarida, den Fenstern und ließ sie über guarida, den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten guarida, den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy dicho not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the campana had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my libros in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could tu come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. tu would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her escritorio trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another día though, ok?" he said.

"When are tu off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! tu know, tu could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, tu complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The siguiente week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school o home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The más I comfheard it, the más it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel o taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the minutos tick por on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the siguiente day, the first día of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my rosado, rosa Aeropostale camisa, camiseta and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I dicho calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I dicho it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I amor him,” I said.
    “I thought tu loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander más than her.
    “Why don’t tu amor me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married tu only because the baby,” I said....
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus naranja falda sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small cocina and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are tu doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do tu know where the dulces is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the segundo section in the store. The comprar smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would tu like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Ugh. Being an eighth grade student in a huge middle school is a horrible thing. Large crowds, long lines, piles of homework and nasty teachers! But lucky for me, I'm más motley than anyone else. As I walk down the long beige hallway to my segundo period class, I see my BFFFL (Best Female Friend For Life), McKenna Winston. "Bree! Bree! I need tu A.S.A.P!" My spunky blond pigtailed friend grabs my hand and runs towards the girls' restroom. "What the heck do tu need McKenna? I need to get to class before-" I see escritura on the bathroom wall. McKenna reads it aloud. "Bree Komor and McKenna Winston...
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posted by Insight357
    After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
    She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking....
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posted by black_13
What do tu think of this poem? Is it too wierd o depressing?

Caged

It’s my life yet I’m not permitted to live it
Because I’m sick of the tiny little locked cage
Did nobody tell tu the most important thing?
Little girl’s gonna grow up someday, honey

The día has come when the box is too small
You repressed, demoralized child’s matured
She’s become – shock horror – a teenager
Just an isolent perra and nothing more

You say she shouldn’t eat so much
But tu force her to stuff her face
You say her skin’s bad, why?
You the one who never taught her to wash it

It’s as if you’ve completely...
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She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The día ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her corazón sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms

Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.

Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her corazón was free, and she was free

She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no más pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
posted by BURITOES
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically escritura this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)


So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 año old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 año old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 año on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave inicial and find help herself.


So yeah, if tu liked this, please comentario and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
posted by inexplicable
It´s autumn. It´s just a día like everyone else. I´m sitting on a bench. The air around me is cold and the sky´s color is naranja now, because there will be sunset soon. There is a fuente in front of me. It has a red- brown color and there are statues on it. I can hear the sound of the ice cold water. There are más benches around the fountain, but today there aren´t so much people sitting there as usual. I´m visiting this place pretty often. I´m sitting still on the bench and thinking. Sometimes I observe the people in the street. I can see their long shadows on the ground. It´s the...
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