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A car crash, could my parents be that careless that I can’t even get a ride inicial from the hospital without getting in another life threatening situation? Could they care so little about my safety and well being that they’d almost kill me again? “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” I hear I boys’ voice shout stridently. It was Matt, “I can’t just be your guardian angel! I have to be with tu forever now! Why can’t tu stay out of trouble Elizzy?” No one’s ever called me that before, not my parents, babysitters, friends, o even crazy old people…I like it! “Is that why tu abandoned...
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CHAPTER 1



I opened my light blue eyes to buttery sunshine flooding through my window; no surprise despite the fact it was December 7. I live in Atlanta, Georgia, an always warm, always sunny place. The trees were always a brilliant green, the air always warm, and clouds rarely blocked the sky.
I detested it. Nothing against Atlanta itself, it was just too green, too bright, too hot. . . The air was thick and the humidity was high, and the unforgiving sun constantly beat down on my forehead. Maybe it's just me, but I fail to understand how anyone could possibly live in a place with even this much...
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It has been about two years since I’ve seen Matt, but I kept him in my mind, knowing he was real. Since then I have become sick with a deadly disease known as Typhoid fever. It gave me chest pain, rashes, weakness, and congestion. My family found out when my mother was dyeing her hair blonder and listening to heavy metal clueless of what was to come.
“Hey, mommy, can I-“ I felt dizzy, the room span around, then I passed out onto the hard cold cocina floor, my parents rushed over to me, and found my pulse was slowing down. I woke up only to hear wailing sounds from someone crying. A opened...
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So I had a really deep idea for a story, but I couldn't really start it. So instead I kind of started escritura it from a plot point halfway through. I would amor some feedback!!!


He looked at the dresser, fingering all the small things on top. The bottle of Marc Jacobs perfume, the skull and crossbone earrings, and the hairbrush that had “Maddy Starr” etched into the slender wooden handle. Everything about it was so perfect; he began to wonder what this girl was doing here, with him. He’d told himself he’d never find the perfect woman, and there she was; ready to fall right into his arms....
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HII WE R STARTING FROM WHEN ROBYN IS RUUNING, NOW WE DONT KNOW WHERE BUT WE KNOW Y. GEMMA HAS BEEN TAKEN AND ITS ALL BECAUSE OF ROBYN...



I didnt stop ruuning, not even when i reached his door, i paused to see where he was, then i ran into his arms.
"Rbyn! What is it? was that tu screaming?" he asked woried, he took my face into his hands and stared into my eyes. I saw Zander and Jaden from the corner of my eye they looked worried.
"Im finr, Rick, its Gemma, she took her Amber took her, im here to say goodbye," i silently put a tender kiss on his cheek, turned around and headed for the door,...
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HII WEEL WE ARE GOING TO START WHERE WE LEFT, WHICH WAS WHEN GEMMA WAS CAUGHT por THE LAST BOY IN THE GROUP. HOPE tu LIKE IT.


"Got you,' the boy whispered when he pulled Gemma back to her fett, she blushed, and just nodded. The boy, lloked straight at me, his brows down and i just stared back, his eyes were godlen brwn but the deeper tu looked the darker they got, his hair was a mix of both of the other boys, with golden flakes thrown in their. "Hi, my names Luke," he dicho puting out his hand, i just stared at it i narrowed my eyes. He laughed and took y hand that wasnt in my pocket and pulled...
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posted by ButteBaby_K
 I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
Epilogue: It was a día like any other, the sun was shining making the mountains turn magenta like sandía and the breeze played with my hair flipping raven black strands into my eyes and obscuring my vision. I smiled, comforted por the averageness of the morning. I had never really known “average” I thought. My father was a Lord of Phim and my mother was his Lady. Every morning I woke up earlier than the peasants and snuck out to the field to watch the sun rise like “normal” people do. My cream-colored skin enjoyed the warm sunlight just as much as I did. Being a little lady meant...
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hI EVERYONE THIS ONES GOING TO BE SHORT BUT VERY IMPORTANT SOOOO READ ON.............................


I walked up the stairs dragging my bag behind me, once i reached my bedroom, I threw my bag in the corner and threw myself onto my bed. And i began to cry, i cried about every little problem i have ever had. My Mum, Zane and his freinds, Damon, and all the things that irritate me. i didnt stop untill my dad drove into the drive way. i quickly ran into the bathroom and washed my face.
"Belle?" Mike shouted from the kitchen, i quickly jogged down the stairs and smiled when i saw him.
"Yeah?"...
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I missed the air particles at Ethan's place. Here, running away from something that's not even chasing me, the air particles manage to croak; "Run, run, run."
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The día before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb,...
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fecha Night *sequel to Prom Night*
By: fatchick and moolah
Chapter One: the night of my life
Anne was sitting at the cocina mesa, tabla when Jordon came in with Lucy and the twins, Mia and Joey crawling behind. Anne said, “What’s up?” Jordon didn’t answer. He looked mad at Anne. Anne sighed. “Jordon-talk to me.” She begged. He rolled his eyes and went upstairs. Anne got her cell phone and called Hannah. “Hannah, its Anne. Call me back. Thanks.” She left a message. Then she called Haley, “Hey.” Haley said. “What’s wrong?” “Jordon stopped talking to me.” She said. “Oh,...
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posted by mitchie19
8. C O N C E R N E D H E A R T


My vision was black. Just plain black. It’s like I’m falling into a deep dark room where I can’t see but the darkness and falling into nothing. It felt cold. The deep dark room was cold.
I slowly opened my eyes. All I can hear was the sound of the corazón monitor beeping. I was in a hospital. What happened to me?
Beside me, Norah—sleeping with her head tilted down the side of the bed.
“Norah,” I heard me whisper. I felt the IV dripped into my arm.
Norah had awoken. Her arms around me and sobbed. “Thank God, you’re okay,”
I managed to rub her head...
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So Tom Closes The door...and heads back into The bathroom With bill.
"That was Gustav" Tom said.
"what did he want" bill asked
"he was Wonderin if we was Ready" Tom Replied.
"Well mabye we..." bill dicho but got inurupted por Tom Saying
"Shh." He dicho as he licked The parte superior, arriba of his Nips softly.
"mmmmm Tomi u Gustav." bill moaned.
"and Wats The point Wats n america 4 us?" Tom Asked
"i dont know but u should stop" bill said.
"mmm o billy u Know u Want it," Tom moaned. bill looked at the ducha, ducha de head as Tom Took off his pants. Tom Then looked billnin his Eyes.
"is This Wrong?" Bill asked
"im not sure. but i...
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They say it was like small estrella falling from the sky. o meteorite. was it these? No. It was just POOKIE.
From the heavens he fell, crashing into the ground. God! what was that smell? It was pookie's one final toot.

pookie was rushed to the vet. will he survive? the docotors couldn't belive what they saw.. he had a few broken bones from the fall, and segundo degree burns on his butt.
The nurse looked at the doctor. "what does this mean?" she asked. and the doctor replied. "Beans"

Pookie had healed fast. he was realeased. and dado ointment for his ass.
Free at last! Go! pookie go! Pookie ran for...
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Chapter 4
When I woke up I was in an un-familiar place I Jumped from where I was laying down and walked down a flight of stairs
To a room full of people who were pale, I saw Edward and Bella so I
Thought this must be something that Bella knows about. I walked down the
Stairs and demanded I know what was going on, this pale man with blonde
Hair who looked so young came up to me and told me that Bella had come
To save me from losing my life and that Edward brought tu here. I
Started asking questions:
"Why are tu guys so pale?"
"Well we are vampiros like you"
"But I am not as pale as you, and YOU...
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Chapter 3

Jeremy POV
Every thing was getting dizzy, I didn’t understand any thing that happened at the house, all I know is Uncle John is dead, there’s two Elena’s and I’m turning.
I could here the car running things were heightened. I could here all the gears moving to a rhythm. Elena was breathing hard I could feel her body heat radiating off of her.
“Elena, I need it now o its over.” My throat was dry I turned towards Elena and could see her veins flowing with blood. Every thing then went black.”

Elena’s POV
I pulled the car over and took a deep breath. The last time I did this...
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As I weave through dark allies, trying to make my way home, everything feels wrong. It's día time and there is crickets chirping. The moon is shining along with bright stars while the brilliant sun sleeps. Annabella was not there. This time, it wasn't Annabella and I running away from one of our idiotic but awesome stunts. I was running for a different reason. I needed to get inicial so I could cry. I needed to sit there in my crying corner and let the tears flow. I did not make it inicial in time. I collapse onto the harsh cement and burst into tears, right there in an alley.
Hours pass. I lose...
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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...
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Hey..x
Sorry it's been so long (been on holiday and trying to like choose all my exam choices for año 10)lifes been pretty hetic but enough of my life!!! Last time I left off Nessie and jake were going to keep their baby and now we visit them 9 months later. No one actually knows what to expect but the exact being of Aimme (youll know who she is when tu read the chapter) will be discovered in the siguiente chapter. Also tu would have noticed that this chapter is from Jakes point of veiw I had a fab time escritura it and I hope tu enjoy lectura it eaqually as much! Thankz for lectura and please...
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posted by amethyst44
 Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
I sat confused and dazed, looking at the numbers that swam before my eyes. There was the dull humming the back of my mind that reminded me I done this essay with years and years of repitition, but there was no confidence in me that proved the evidence. I slumped back in my seat, tossing the pencil across the escritorio and closing my eyes, drifting into a light sleep.

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The forest brimmed with vibrant lights, glowing sharply beyond the bramble of branches and approaching the lake in the background. Drinks were passed around cheerfully, and the fuego roared with appreciative boldness. Dance music...
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1: New York Minute
Choices.
We make them everyday, all day. Most of the time, the ones we do make are small and insignificant to our lives: what we wear, what we eat, which way we go to work, and the things we comprar for. All are mundane and we hardly think twice when we make them.
With age, the amount of choices we make and the consequences of them are más severe than mommy and daddy grounding us: whether o not to take that hit from the joint, whether o not to drive inicial after one too many beers, whether o not to cheat on a test o a significant other, whether o not to race the guy in the...
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