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posted by problematic124
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Chapter 1
The new girl
The first thought that came to Phire's mind of the new início she was ment to live in for the seguinte four years was how strange. Her new hometown looked like something from a movie or a magazine.
If Phire hadn't known that she was in Open fields she probably would have mistaken this for L.A. or even Hollywood.
Everywhere Phire looked there was always something there. Whether it was stores or houses or even forests, it all looked perfect. What was funny was that Open Fields didn't even have a single farm. Nothing personal to the place but with a name like Open Fields come on it has to have at least one farm.
But Phire was pleased to see a huge acre of grassland all though they had to go through a beautiful but creepy forest with a o espaço big enough to fit a huge car.
All though Phire was suprised to see a de praia, praia house in the middle of it and got confused when her mother parked in front of it.
"Welcome to our new home"her mom said and laughed as
Phire's eyes widened as big as snowglobes.
"This is a house"
"Our house"
"It looks like a de praia, praia house"
"I guess so"her mom said as she got out of the car.
"Guess" Phire muttered under her breath as she got out of
the car too.
To Phire it was lik her dream house, it looked unreal but yet it stood right in front of her. And the house was secluded from any unwanted attention as there was trees surrounding the acre. There were a few spaces the trees didn't take, it was a
big enough for cars to pass through.
And the house was just perfect! It was painted a different color on each mural and all were her favorito colors.
A beautiful porch stood there with a small mesa, tabela and chairs on one side and the other was piled with their old furniture. To
Phire it looked alien seguinte to this house.
The inside was just as perfect as the outside. It felt like a mansion. Phire's dream house didn't disappoint her once. Her room was huge, even with a queen sized bed! And to add to her excitement she had a balcony looking over the place. She could even she the de praia, praia all the way here, which was really lose to the house.
A beach! Could this get any better!
Grinning Phire took the elastic band off her wrist and put it in her castanha brown hair as she walked down the stairs.
Even though jantar went on silence nothing could ruin Phire's mood. She was so happy she could-
"Oh Sapphire school starts in two days"
"School!"
"Yes Sapphire school"her mom said sternly "you didn't think you could skip could you"
"Well-"
"Your fourteen your going to school, end of discussion"
fogo shut her mouth quickly and ate her food. The feeling she had before she got here settled in again.
What if she didn't make any friends? Or she was a teacher's
pet? Anything could happen.

The seguinte dia Phire woke up to a note that simply said "out
shopping,foods in the fridge or go get something amor Mom"
Ha! Phire thought "your only fourteen" my butt. If you treat
your daughter like this your not the best mom.
But still Phire go a lot of free o espaço and she was mais
mature than most fourteen ano olds.

Phire put on a tank topo, início and shorts than took her bike and set off on her own in the strange new town. Everything was just so darn peaceful here. She felt startlingly calm and happy, like she would in La La land.
After eating breakfist at a close restaurant Phire decided to
do some sightseeing.
She went to the de praia, praia that was close to her house and
stopped por a store looking de praia, praia house.
She bought a few twenty bucks it would be nice to use some. She started looking at the shells they were mais exotic than the seashells at home. They very ...alluring.
"Attracts many tourists" said a very silky voice behind her.
Phire turned around to face a very beautiful girl with fogo red hair.
The girl head out her hand "Andromeda"
"Sapphire but call me Phire"
"Cool your new here aren't you"
"Is is that obvious"
"That and I know most every one here"
"Yeah that could have given me away"
Andromeda laughed "are you going to Cyche high"
"Yeah"
"Well so am I maybe we might have the same classes"
"I hope that way I'll know at least one person"
"I know moving's hard I've had to mover at least four times"
"That must of sucked"
"It did"
"But oi I'm here for you"
"Thanks"
"No problem" Andromeda said as she started walking away
"see you around new girl"
Smiling Phire took a shell and went to pay for it. Her coração feeling much lighter than before.
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I hate when you don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
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posted by FalliNgSparks
Here I spread the as cores of my life

They sound like a tune of fife


They always closed me in a dark room

I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom


It's so boring to just see the sky

Today I decided I'll go and fly


Eveyones mind is full of depressions

But mine is full of imaginations


I changed the dark night into shining sequins

And the heap into beautiful fragrance


I don't want you to make my hair a mess

Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess


My passion, my obsession, my desire

Don't interfere in between or I'll blow you up with flames of fire
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posted by dragonwriter
I wake up. It's early in the morning. A cool wind blows por my face whispering sounds i don't understand. I look up at the sky and notice that it is a light blue color and it makes me feel that there is no problems in the world. Looking around i get a different story.

Blood everywhere. Bodies over bodies and not a living soul in sight. Who could have done this? My head starts to spin and my vision is going blurry. A creature appears from the wind that was flying por my head earlier.

This creature starts walking torwards me speaking in a language that I have never heard before. I go to reach for my gun and find a giant hole in my right leg. It continues to get closer and closer and is staring at me as if to be a hunter and I am it's prey.

Knowing that this is the end I look up at the sky. Beginning to close my eyes the last of my sights are focused ont he Blue Skys.