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Article by Drxmarxma_101 posted 3 hours ago
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The doors have opened for all to come
The stage is darkened, all you hear is a distant hum
When all have seated the center light turns on
There stood a man in a long over-sized robe
His hat, his beard, his tiny eyes
Scan the room as the back people rise
With a smirk, a loud pop is heard
A dark gray cloud of smoke fills the room

In the center of the ring five people align
One's bearded, one's horned
Another is broken, and the last two conjoined
Gasps and widened eyes light the room
Each unique human just stand there showing no fear
A little child begins to clap
Followed by others when the five creatures collapse
All begin to hum that same very tune
The tune of death, the tune of Sin
A mere chuckle is heard from afar
That same bearded man was one of the stars
Soon again the gray cloud forms
His whole body is being transformed
Horns appear on top of his head
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Article by liviabutterfly posted 1 month ago
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Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a cloak walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When I got up to the surface my family wasn't there, I got out of the ocean and looked around. Then a man in a cloak came up to me, "Can I help you?" I asked slightly shaking a bit. Not because of the cold feeling you feel when the air blows on you after getting out of any body of water, but because of the fear I was feeling. He walked up closer to me, I dived into the water, and swam out to sea. Then I saw a fin, a shark fin, I screamed and swam back to shore. I was lucky I lived, I ran to my house but let out a loud scream when the man grabbed...
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Article by liviabutterfly posted 1 month ago
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Chapter [#2]

Narrators POV

An old man in a cloak walked into the neighborhood in which Olivia lived. Everyone stared at him as he walked around.

Olivia's POV

I smiled brightly as I dived into the ocean, "wait up!!!" Oliver laughed as my five brothers ran after me with surfboards, buggy boards, buckets for picking up sea shells, and dad brought out our special maid sandcastle buckets. They were big and made the best structures ever!!! Plus our family is known for our sand castles/structures. I smiled and dived down, feeling the salty cold water against my skin, it's the best feeling ever. When I got up to the surface my family wasn't there, I got out of the ocean and looked around. Then a man in a cloak came up to me, "Can I help you?" I asked slightly shaking a bit. Not because of the cold feeling you feel when the air blows on you after getting out of any body of water, but because of the fear I was feeling. He walked up closer to me, I dived into the water, and swam out to sea. Then I saw a fin, a shark fin, I screamed and swam back to shore. I was lucky I lived, I ran to my house but let out a loud scream when the man grabbed...
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Article by liviabutterfly posted 1 month ago
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Chapter [#1]

Number one description:

Okay so I'm this chapter it will be talking about the lives of the characters. So you can get a bit of background before I get to the true part of the story!!!! 😊

Love,

Liviabutterfly
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Olivia jones:

Olivia is a girl that lives with 5 other siblings, she's the youngest. Olivia is 16 and has 5 older brothers, Oliver, Owen, Oscar, Olly, and Omar. They live in a happy home down near the beach, so they Jones family's favorite thing to do is go on a boardwalk, swimming, laying out in the sun, collecting seashells, playing in the sand, just anything that has to do with the beach. And plus the beach they live near is a private beach that they own, no one else but the friends they bring over can go into it and have fun. Now comes to her personality:

• outgoing

•loving

• sociable

• friendly

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Article by kpaw05 posted 8 months ago
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I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and you will be free.
    Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
    You will know, Scorpio. You will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends you to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the top of The Bridge Over Skywater.
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Opinion by FalliNgSparks posted 9 months ago
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Here I spread the colors 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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Article by Tasfee posted 9 months ago
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the title I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 year old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 year old girl living in a tiny part of Asia. Now Asia doesn't only have China, Japan and Singapore you know. Besides that, here the system for things is completely out o' this world if you know what I mean. In Europian countries or any part of America or Australia where the education system is in actual words "fair" and "fruitful", in the place I live education system is...let's face it, A SHAM. Not being a horrible person here, but it's the truth. In those places where people depend on books and methods and long nights of studying to pass and do...
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Article by zanhar1 posted 11 months ago
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It’s raining. Not like a hard rain or anything. Parker makes his way downy the highway with determination and a degree of speed that might not be exactly legal. But he isn’t going alarmingly fast. He maneuvers his car–a rather stylish Dodge Viper–into the fast lane. It isn’t the latest model but he has it painted a sleek purple some shade in between light and dark. After successfully making his pass he get back into the right lane. He’s behind a Chrysler Pacifica with a collect of bumper and window stickers.

From this he deduces that the driver is probably a soccer mom or an unfortunate son who is stuck using the car. He knows that the dad is still in the picture, helping to raise three kids–a teen boy, a young girl, and a baby girl. They have a dog. Based on the bumper sticker in the left hand corner it’s a shih tzu. He likes shih tzus well enough, but prefers bigger dogs--maybe a pit or a huskie.

Parker turns the volume up. Lil Peep's U Said plays nearly at full blast. He knows that he's probably annoying other drivers with the overload of bass. But he can't help it, other than the rain, its a nice day. The warmth and the gloom almost...
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Opinion by zanhar1 posted 11 months ago
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You hear a lonesome bird call as you wander out of the forest. It is dull and misty. The sky is concrete, you can taste rain in the air.

Fell it on the breeze.

But you don't care, you keep waking. Walking into the opening where the trees grow ever more sparse. Where the woodland meets the grassland and all that remains are the twigs and trunks the forest had coughed out. Your bate feet slide over the greenest dewy grass. And here you arrive with a sense of peace despite the chilly drizzle that has just begun to fall. A few more steps have you standing in the center of an earthy ring. You are surrounded by stumps of all shapes and sizes. Some are spindly, white, and knobby with think fingers that seem to swirl the mist. Others are thick, rough, and deep brown. Some are smooth and tan and seem to reach the sky as if they want to touch the stars as badly as you do. And others have been tampered by the faefolk. These are mostly the tall and tan ones. They carve intricate and swirly runes into them. You haven't learned to decipher them. And at the topmost part of the tree, wood of other trees (pine, willow, fir, and birch) are tethered in such a fashion that...
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Article by zanhar1 posted 11 months ago
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Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she lost them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere.
All she received was an indication of rain; ground spotted with queer puddles that seemed to ripple in the chilly wind and stand still all at once.
She spotted a backless bench—made from the same semi-rotten wood as the signs. It rest beneath an autumn licked maple tree.
The great maple still had a full crown of leaves.
Deep orange.
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Opinion by FalliNgSparks posted 11 months ago
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The girl I saw had a pure soul
Her eyes sparkled like a precious stone

Her heart was much golden than her hair
her charming hair flew in the air

.......But I knew she had an aimless life

Every part of her body was filled with an innocent tear
But I made her comfy and told her dear,

nobody is useless.

As she heard this,
every part of her body went fearless.

In a hand I saw a pearl...
& that hand was of the blonde girl.
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Article by DisneyGirlFan0 posted over a year ago
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Ever wonder what the Disney princesses look like in real life? Well, now you can! I looked through many pictures of women emulating Disney princesses or just Disney females in general and found many that looked almost real! I picked from the ones I thought looked most like the character, and I was astonished at how well these people made themselves resemble those characters. So, be amazed at how much these women look like the character they are portraying and enjoy!
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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Stellar Arach was not a direct goddess in descent, nor was she a god's. Helios, the God of the Sun had given his wicked granddaughter Medea two dragons that bestowed wings to pull her chariot hundreds of millenniums ago. As time progressed, so did the dragon-line. Few Olympians, banned by Zeus for their lust of the new dragon descendants, had children. And as the Ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses faded, so did the family lines.
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Stellar and her elder brother, being the last of the dragon line with Olympian blood pumping through their veins, were left as the Guardians over the galaxies and extraterrestrials where their ancestor's constellation rested, both Arach child a gleaming eye.

But before long, even with her powers slowly diminishing with time and her legendary friends fading as their forefathers once did, Stellar is faced with struggling hardship as a human stumbles across her pure form and she learns of humans attempting to harness power from the atmosphere of space to unleash to the mortals of the Earth.
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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Genevieve is eighteen. With her older brother giving up his place as the next Chieftain of Skalavik to be their village's general, she is learning how to become the leader her parents and the village elders expect her to be. Although she doesn't want to.
Genevieve's heart of fire longed to be on the battlegrounds with her father, brother, and best friend Brom who continues to try and convince her that staying in the village and becoming Chief would be a better and safer idea.
But that was all until the soldiers came back to the village with a wounded Englishman after a long battle with the Alviora Vikings.
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Review by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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He came like the rain.
Gloomy and dark
But at the same time,
lulling and astoundingly peaceful

She soaked it all up
Like a dry, barren, desert land
Begging for "more!"

But much like the summer, winter,
Fall and Spring,
The rain was just a season.

A season
To give the yearning desert a taste
Just a small taste
For the storm that was soon on its way.

So patiently she will wait
Until the next season of rain.
And maybe,
Just maybe,
It will be the storm she's been waiting for.
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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Just for the record, it wasn't exactly a guy's fault that I am who I am today.
What I am today.

Okay, rephrase. It WAS a guy's fault that I am what I am today. But on a completely different note than you might think.

Now, what you might think I mean by 'what' I've become is a cold hearted tramp that wants payback for heartbreak. Far from it actually. I'm a cold hearted bitch that kills people for a living as of 10 months ago because I was... well, I'll explain later. But it's strange right? I'm surprised no-one could see it coming. Well, that would be if anyone even knew!

I've always been tough and very athletic. Not to mention an insomniac. But I used to be very silent, even for that type. But now, ohhh, now- you try to talk shit and I'll put a bullet in your head. And I'm actually not overexaggerating that either.

I guess everyone has a killer inside somewhere. It just gets brought out when it has to be. As for me, it's who I am. And nothing and no-one is going to be able to change that.
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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"No!" I screamed and jolted upright, my long, dark hair flying in front of my face. My chest heaved and body shook as my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I realized that I was back in my room. Mason swiftly sat up next to me and put a warm hand on my back. I quickly pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face into them, rocking imperceptibly back and forth. My room door opened and Derek came in, looking worried.

"Is everything alright?" He asked. I felt Mason nod beside me and I just shook my head. Derek sighed and gave Mason a quick look before disappearing back into his room across the hall.

"Simka, it's okay. It was just a dream." Mason soothed, rubbing my back reassuringly. I shook my head again and lifted it to look at him, pointing in his direction shakily.

"No, no it wasn't a dream." I murmured. "You were dying. Again and again, but I couldn't do anything!" I cried, hiding my face in my knees again, wetting them with tears.

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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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Okay, so you heard me scream. Now let me tell you why. Nothing beats a great one night stand, am I right? Well, how about finding out that the very guy you just screwed is not only your dance partner, but also about to become your step-brother?! Hello everybody, I'm Taya Willows, and welcome to my life of insanity!
"No, no no no no!" I repeated, pointing a finger at mom and leaning with one hand against the wooden railing at the end of our staircase.
"I thought you always told me I should get settled." She replied.
"He has two sons!" I cried.
"Yeah, and one of them is your age. Wouldn't it be nice to have a brother?" I groaned in response and smacked my palm to my forehead. "Oh, honey I think I'm more excited for you than I am about the wedding!" I groaned louder and spun on my heel to walk back up the stairs.
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"You have got to be kidding me..." He muttered as me and my little sister Jeniffer stepped out of the car behind mom at the reception.
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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"Oh my God!" Delta exclaimed as Derek practically dragged Mason and I's bodies into the cabin in the clearing of trees that was in the green space behind their house. I looked at her with an exhausted expression and sighed as I managed to plop down onto one of the leather chairs near the door. Derek put Mason down on the couch diagonal from me and looked up at Delta. She stared first at the blood that covered Derek's arms and shirt, then at Mason and I before back at Derek. I was in too much of a daze to say anything, and the piercing pain from my killing marks was still intolerable.

"Let's go take care of the bodies. They'll be alright." Derek said hoarsely, taking Delta's hand and leading her to the heavy wooden door. Her eyes lingered on Mason. He looked so dead I bet she was probably wondering how in the world he could 'be okay.' In any sense, wherever he is, it has to be better than here. As the door closed, I slowly lifted my crazily trembling right hand and turned it around so that I could see the gold glow of the pentagram star that was engraved in my palm underneath all of the dried black and red blood that coated my hands, arms, torso, and face. I probably...
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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As I blinked open my eyes, my fist went flying as I was met with a pair of red gleaming eyes. They dodged me and I sat up abruptly, looking around when I saw Derek sitting there on the edge of the bed I was laying in. He gave a sigh of relief and quickly stood up.

"Thank the Worlds you're awake! Mason said you wouldn't be out that long, but man, it felt like forever!"

"What time is it?" I quickly asked, feeling a sudden burst of energy rise up in me.

"Almost ten fifteen. I'd hurry up and get out of there. Mason is doing the best he can to keep Josh occupied."

"Why aren't you guys helping him?!" I about shrieked.

"We can't, Sarah." Derek shook his head and crossed his arms. "It's protocol basically. We can only help so much, but we aren't able to put up a fight with our own kind. I'll explain more later, but you need to get out there! This is your battle, remember?" I rushed out the cabin so quickly, I barely realized that was moving. Josh and Mason were hands on fighting one on one; no powers included. Mason saw me and drew his gaze in my direction before flying back with a powerful punch to the gut.
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Article by kingcesar67 posted over a year ago
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On the bus, I had to sit next to Natalie. Natalie was a little too friendly... especially towards me. When nobody was looking she mind controlled me and made me kiss her. "Focus Natalie!" Chantal always said when Natalie started to flirt. Natalie scowled at Chantal then said, "You're no fun Chantal." Chantal responded by saying, "Damn right I am! Please stop flirting with him." Natalie smiled then said, "Why? Do you like him?" Chantal glared at Natalie then said, "Not in the way that you do." Natalie smiled for the second time and said, "Then why can't I have him?" Chantal responded. "Because we've got bigger problems to worry about. Finding boyfriends should be the least of our concerns. If he's available at the end of the war, then you can have him. Unless he doesn't want you." Natalie looked at me then asked, "Do you like me?" I stood there silent. Chantal smiled then said, "Cesar is 16. I doubt he has an idea of who is spouse will be." Natalie looked at me again then said, "Do you?" I responded by saying, "Not yet." We got off the bus and later through in the day, I sensed a strange aura emitting from a guy with rolling book bag. He had black, straight hair and he was reading a...
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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"You're not like yourself." Mason huffed, swinging under my leg and dodging a blast of cool, icy wind. I attempted a shrug and he held up his hand in a symbol to take a break. This was me. A fighter, a supernatural, and a bad ass. Well, the new me. Since that time they said I passed out, it felt like I came back to life in a new mind. A stronger mind. That and I found some giant textbooks under Mason's bed that I've flipped through occasionally.

"You're acting different too. " I told him, poking his shoulder and moving behind him.

"How so?" He asked.

"You're less shy. " I observed, taking a step back and bouncing onto his back, bringing both of us tumbling to the floor. Mason sat up almost abruptly and looked down at me with a serious expression as I just lay there, feeling exhausted. "And you're much more serious. " I told him.

"Am I really?" He asked, the tone in his voice expressing no hint of sarcasm or emotion.

"Yeah. It's not fun." I crossed my arms over my chest. Why was he so dang serious all of a sudden? It's just not like the Mason that I've met. Mason raised an eyebrow at me and I sat up, observing his face...
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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I woke up shakily, knowing that Mason probably told Delta when he left my room last night, and that means that Derek probably knows now too. I sat up slowly, my vision blurry. Why was it so hot in my room? As my eyes adjusted from their sleepy state, I could probably rephrase my thoughts. Why was it so cold in here?! I looked around in a daze. My entire room was covered inches thick in layers of ice and snowy powder. The curtains looked like frozen pillars and the window was tightly sealed. Slowly, I began to feel claustrophobic as I turned to my door. It was covered by so many layers of ice that it looked distorted. The first thing I could think of doing was getting a hold of Mason.

Maze? I asked. After a couple minutes of no reply, I tried again. Mason? Still no reply. It was like a prison. I grabbed my phone quickly and looked at the screen. It was foggy as I brushed the snow off of it and when it finally began to clear, it powered off. What in the world is going on?! I tried Mason again and he still didn't reply. So doing the only thing left that I could think of, I ran to my door and started banging on the layers of ice in hopes that it would do something.
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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I woke up from my nap to find Mason laying next to me with his head propped up on his elbow as he played with a blue strand of my hair. I gazed back into his mesmerizing gaze. He gave me a weak smile and I returned it.

"Hey there sleeping beauty." He whispered.

"Hey. " I replied quietly, still feeling rather tired. Leaning down, Mason gave me a soft kiss when the door opened and our older siblings walked in, groaning and turning around as Derek walked back into the hallway.

"Is there ever a time I can talk to you guys without it being in an awkward situation?" Delta asked, sounding rather frustrated.

"Well for one, this is a bedroom, and two, knocking does exist in this world too. " Mason argued. I sat up and looked around before back at Delta.

"Getting cocky there little brother, I'd be careful." She said turning around and looking at us. There was a loud thud on the window above the bed we were sitting on and I jumped, looking up in its direction.
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Article by Firewriter posted over a year ago
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With nothing to do and feeling a sudden sense of organization, I decided to clean my room. It was weird with having Mason watching me every now and again from his window, then hearing Derek and Delta laughing and doing who knows what in his room across the hall. Taking the last ounce of patience I had left, I got up and shut my door, then picked up a giant bundle of dirty clothes and tossed them into my laundry basket before going to the mess of shoes at the bottom of my closet when mom came in. She was barefoot and wearing sweats. Her hair was a mess from a hard days work and she had bags under her eyes. Never have I ever seen her this bad. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her as she wrapped her arms around her sides.

"It's cold in here." She commented. I looked up at her from where I sat on the floor, surrounded by shoes. "I haven't seen you this dedicated to cleaning your room before." She said. I shrugged.

"Probably because you're never home. " I said nonchalantly. Mom sighed.
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