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posted by dragonrider
That same dia - Eric's perspective

Oh Jeez...Why did she have to point me out to her friends? I wasn't interesting. They know that I had been watching her for months.
To stop meeting her gaze and being embarrassed I hid myself in a book hoping that I would stop being embarrassed.
"Hey Eric you must be really into that book," My friend Tom said to me as he sat down across from me.
Maybe not. I put the book down a bit "Oh yeah it's great. oi do you have girls staring at you?" I asked him
His face lit up and he smirked "Oh yeah it's great. I get asked out all the time," he said
I frowned "Nobody ever did right?" I asked
He frowned "No. So what girl is staring at you. Is she cute?" he asked
I nodded over to Athena "Her. She just noticed me today. Do you think she's cute?" I asked
Tom got a weird look on his face "Dude that's my sister Athena. Do you like her? I can hook you up with her," he said grinning and starting to stand up
I pulled him back down "No no. Don't do that. I kind of don't but I think she likes me," I said
He glared "Why don't you like her?" he asked
I sighed "It's complicated. You wouldn't understand," I said slumping down
Tom nodded "Ah," he said He knew when I said that he should just back off
The long low sino rang and everybody filed out of the cafeteria. Tom and I were last. Tom didn't really care about school. He figured that he would go to community college and get a job as a waiter at famous restuarants.
"Hey can I come over to your house after school?" I asked
He smirked "Why so you can spy on Athena?" he asked
I shoved him "No! I have a science project and I figured you would help me out," I lied
He nodded "Oh okay. Just get in the car with Athena and I. Our grandma takes us home,"
As we were walking out of the cafeteria a boy started walking seguinte to Tom "Hey Tom I just bet your sister 200 hundred bucks that I would marry her," he gloated
Tom winced "Jason first of all go away segundo of all you will never ever marry my sister," he said
Jason smiled "You want to bet on that? You owe me 100 hundred bucks if I marry her," he said
Tom held out his hand "Deal weirdo," he said. They shook hands
Jason turned to me "What about you? You want to partake in this bet?" he asked
I smirked. Ah this boy. Athena in the future talked a lot about him. I knew who he was "Sure. I think you are going to marry her as well. I bet you all 1000 dollars that you and Athena will have a son," I said
Jason widened his eyes "Wow! I like you kid! You are cool! Wait are you being sarcastic?" he asked
Before I got the chance to answer him the late sino rang and we all sprinted towards our classes.
As I entered the classroom everybody looked at me. Including my strict teacher. "Well glad you could cadastrar-se us Mr. Maloney. I suppose you can't tell us what a hot spot is?" he said
The whole class hadn't learned that yet but I have. I told him and he looked surprised. I sat down and he left me alone the whole period. Good thing thing too. I needed time to think.
posted by StarWarsFan7
"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." said Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 segundos of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
posted by bri-marie
So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and heroes and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded por love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

The part I'm posting is where I introduce...
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posted by Rozaliciousness
I was at my place; my special, secluded place in the woods where nobody would find me. I was sat on my bench, staring at the glistening snow lying on the ground all around me. The air was cold and crisp and it even hurt my nose a little to breathe in, but I was protected from it underneath my woollen hat, scarf and gloves. The trees around me with their spindly grey branches were protected too with their coats of bright white snow. Everything was white at my clearing in the woods, even the sky was almost white, light grey now that the evening was drawing closer. I liked to sit here because...
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I couldn't move. Was this a dream?

"Aren't you glad to see me?" my visitor asked. Honestly, I wasn't sure. My coração beat was ringing in my ears. This couldn't be happening. How was this possible?

"Asteria?" I whispered. This was making no sense at all to me, but there she was. Same pale blond hair that we no longer shared, same preppy clothes that I secretly loathed, and same eyes; the only thing about us that was similar.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" she asked again. Her smiled had faded, and now she honestly worried that I wasn't. I managed to put on an excited smile, and hugged her.

"Oh my God,...
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posted by Insight357
Viewing you from across the room
You look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without you
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
You can show me
And I can choose
To follow
Or continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without you
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what you did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things you do
I will wait for you
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posted by coriann
The maid was our friend, we used to talk to her about everything. She was a black, African American woman, fairly old, mildly chubby. She usually wore a jeans and anything she felt comfortable in and a plain white avental and head tie. We introduced her to the cult master but she refused, even though she liked him. We saw her in the mall, talking por the phone booth. Everyone walked por but i stayed and waited to talk to her. I smiled every time I saw her, and it usually lingered on until a while after she was gone.
Mrs Sami stood there talking on the phone, she saw me. She smiled and waved and...
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posted by POPclogger216
I had originally planned doing this for A Choice, with the song sort of depicting what happened, but I decided not to. So, picture this as any couple/ people you want, whether they’re form the story, your own, or whoever. Merry Christmas!

I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

Two friends; nothing more, nothing less. One, who had never had snow in her natal memories before, and the other, who had lived with white Christmases most of his life. This is a story of friendship, laughter, a hint of love, and a few memories being made.

~*~

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
In the...
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