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posted by noahnstar1616
-One Week Later-
"Let's go, we're going to be late for school", Francine called from outside my front door.

I hopped my way toward her, since I apparently sprained my ankle on the night of the accident. "Thanks for the help." I roll my eyes. She grabs my books off the cozinha table, and I grabbed my crutches.

-At School-
Zoey was waiting for us at the entrance. "Finally!"

I came toward her. "Nice to see you, too." They helped me to my locker. "Why didn't you guys come see me in the hospital?"

"I don't like hospitals. They're fill of sick people and germs", said Zoey.

"And I had a futebol game", said Francine.

"For the entire week, Francine", I asked.

"Well..not the entire week..", She trailed off.

"Cameron came to visit me."

They both gasped. "He did? Why", they asked in unison.

"Well, he was the one who hit me. And he was keep me caught up in school."

"Did he the She Devil", Zoey asked.

That's one of our nicknames for Mercury. "Yeah."

"Did she say anything to you", asked Francine.

"She told me that I saw his car and jumped in front of it."

"Was Cameron in the room", they both asked.

"Of course not." The sino rung. "Help me to my first class." They did.

-after school-
Francine, Zoey, and I rode the school and got off at Zoey and Francine's stop.

As we went towards Zoey's house, I told them about the spark I felt when Cameron touched my hand.

"You telling us he might still have feelings for you", asked Francine.

I nodded.

Zoey unlocked her front door. "Do you still have feelings for him?" We walked inside her house.

I thought for a few seconds. "Yeah." We walked upstairs to her room. "What should I do?" I sat on her bed.

"Take him back."

"How?"

"A makeover, duh?"

"You guys can't be serious." They just looked at me. "Fine. Let's get this over with." Zoey dragged me to a assento in front of her mirror on her makeup table.

"Now, let's see what I can do." Zoey fake cracked her knuckles. She grabbed some rosa, -de-rosa blush, but before she could apply it I stopped her.

"Pink blush? You even be able to see it on my face."

"You have caramelo skin, of course it will show." She applied it. She let me look in the mirror.

"Hmm. You're right, it does show. What's next?"

"Some eyeshadow." She grabbed some dark purple eyeshadow.

"Dark purple? Are you trying to make me look like a-"

"I'm not done." She applied the dark purple eyeshadow. Then she put a little black eyeshadow above my eyelid, just below my eyebrow. "There."

I examined myself in the mirror. "I amor it!"

"Now you look mysterious."

Francine came towards me. "Now the clothes." She dragged me to Zoey's walk in closet. She scanned the closet and finally selected a black capri dress. " dress to metPerfect."

Zoey came to see what Francine picked out. "That's my favorito dress!"

"C'mon Z, it's a amor emergency." Francine held up the dress to me. "And it just fits."

Zoey sighed. "Fine."

I took the dress from Francine, went to the mirror , and held it up to myself. "I'm not sure you guys remembered, but it isn't summer."

"In the school it's, like, 80 degrees", Francine said.

"True." I looked at myself once more. "I'll wear it."

"Go try it on."

I went to the bathroom and did what Francine said. When I came out, Francine and Zoey gasped. "How do I look?"

"Four words", Zoey said.

"Cameron. Will. Love. It", Francine exclaimed.

I went to look in the mirror. "And I amor it, too."
posted by AuthorForPooh
Her eyes were fogo red,
as if they were
lit from anger.

I dont understand
why you are
mad at me.

Why you 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 you are mad.

Why do you have to do
what you do to me?
Why does it give you
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant you 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 you too," I told him. He chuckled.

"Come on!" Echo said 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 mais stress related seizures, mais 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, you ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.







This is my first time composição literária 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 mural to procurar for the power switch. "Whoever this is, you are very cute!!!!" she said 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 ano 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 you 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 you think.



I told her everything she was so excited that I hung out with mais 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 you 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 comment 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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