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posted by para-scence
That day at school, I was afraid for possibly my life. If Blake let anything slip... I was dead. I was afraid to mention anything though. What if he decided he would tell someone? In English class, he talked to me like normal, but he seemed reserved. He wasn't his usual happy-self. Then Mateo came over.

"Hey man, why'd you leave last night? It was awesome!" he said. Blake looked back at me; a reminder. Apparently Mateo paid little to no attention to me last night.

"Something came up," Blake said exasperated. Mateo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Are we still hanging out tonight? Gwen wants to go see a movie or something."

"I can't. I have to work on the project," he looked back at me; "You're free tonight, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe," I said. Who knows what Drew had planned after last night. Mateo rolled his eyes again and left. Blake turned his attention back to me. He looked worried. He opened his mouth to speak, but somehow I knew what he was going to ask. "Maybe if we just go straight to your house I can. But not if I go home. He'll..." I didn't finish. Not jsut because i didn't know, but because I didn't want Blake to have the slightest idea either.

"Ok. We'll do that then," he said.

At lunch, Briar demanded to know why she had to be my mother last night. I explained to her how we went to the club and Drew had had too much to drink.

"Who's Blake?" she wondered. I explained to her how he's my parnter for an English assignment, and how he's really nice and fun to be around. She smiled and elbowed me lightly. "Ooh, he sounds like a great guy!" she gigglled. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"He's just a friend... Maybe not even that. He might just be being nice so it's not awkward working together," I said.

"Mhm, sure," Briar smiled. I rolled my eyes. There's be no convincing her of anything she didn't want to hear.

"Shut up and eat," I grumbled.

After school, I was afraid that Blake had been kidding or something about going to his house. I couldn't find him anywhere. I started to panic; I didn't want to go home. I'd actually been looking forward to going to Blake's; anything to avoid Drew. I looked around for him, and an amazing feeling of relief came over me when I saw him. It quickly vanished when I saw he was also in his group of friends. I slowly and awkwardly made my way over to him. Everyone turned and looked at me surprised, except Blake.

"Hey. Sorry, I was just talking. We'll go in a minute," he said. I nodded and he turned back to everyone. Heidi wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Where are you going with her?" she sneered. I felt my face blush. Blake sighed.

"We're just going to work on Sullivan's assignment, ok? It's fine, babe," he said quietly. Heidi was quiet, then glared in my direction. I quickly looked to the ground. Blake whispered something to her, then kissed her. "Ok, let's go," he said; turning to me. We went to the student parking lot, and got in his truck.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble," I said quietly. He started the engine and pulled away.

"It's fine," he shrugged. "She just gets jealous a lot." Yeah, but why would Heidi be jealous of me? The ride in the truck was very quiet now, because all I could think about, and probably the same for Blake, was about last night. I'd been so stupid; I should've just lied.

"Mateo was kinda P.O.'ed that I left last night," he chuckled.

"Oh crap, were you his ride home?" I asked alarmed. He laughed and shook his head.

"No, he rode there in his car with Gwen."

"I didn't see Gwen there."

"Yeah, she didn't really want to go; she was off to the side. She said the music was giving her a headache." I nodded. Another awkward silence. "Gwen likes you," he told me. "She said she wants to hang out sometime."

"Oh, uh... ok...?" I said. Like I said, I've never actually talked to Gwen. How could she like me when she's never even met me?

"I told her about you. She said you seem really nice. I told her you are," he smiled. Oh. That explains it. My face turned pink again.

"Oh, uh... Thanks."

After a little while longer, we got to Blake's house. His house made mine seem even more like a piece of crap. It was really big, and white with a grey roof. The windows were big with clean, uncracked panes. We went inside, and the inside was even fancier. It was so big, and clean.

"Hello Blake, who's thi---" his mom stopped. She looked terrified. I bit my lip, and shifted my weight to one side uncomfortably. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake give his mother a warning glare. She cleared her throat to recompose herself. "Uhm, who's this?" she finished.

"This is Irina," Blake introduced me. I attempted to smile. She did not look happy.

"Hi," I squeaked. She pasted on a warm smile.

"Hello dear." There was the thud of feet running down the stairs. Two kids, maybe twelve and ten bounded down them. The little boy stopped, and then little girl collided into him before she could stop. Their eyes widened. Great...

"Whoa!" the boy said. I started playing with my fingers. Would this never end? I was starting to think I'd rather go home and face Drew. Blake gave the kids the same look.

"Irina, this is my brother Chase, and my sister Sara," Blake introduced. I waved nervously at the kids; not making eye contact. He sighed. "Let's go," he said. I followed him up the stairs, into his room. The walls were painted a dark army green. There was trash everywhere; and I thought my room was bad... I took a seat on his desk chair. He sat on the bed and sighed. "I'm sorry about that. They're just not used to seeing..." he paused for the right word.

"A freak?" I offered. It didn't matter to me calling myself that; I've heard it plenty of times before. Blake seemed surprised that I said it.

"You're not a freak," he said. "You're just unique." I laughed.

"Well put, I guess," I smiled.

We began working on the project again. We finished up my interview, then he tore out some loose leaf and handed a page to me; we began working on the biography part. We still talked in between, and got almost nowhere with the assignment.

"Kids! Dinner!" his mother called from downstairs.

"Come on," Blake chuckled. I followed him downstairs, to a big dinner table. On the table was roast beef and salad as a side. I bit my lip as I took my seat. I was introduced to Blake's father, who had the calmest of all reactions. I like him best...

"Go 'head, Irina," he said. "Help yourself."

"Uh... I'm a vegetarian," I said softly. His parents looked at each other worriedly.

"Oh, we're sorry," his mother replied. "We didn't know..."

"It's ok," I said quickly. They let me have some salad instead, which I didn't mind because my dad likes to eat at places where the only non-meat thing they have is salad. After dinner, we went back to Blake's room.

"Sorry about that," Blake apologized again.

"It's ok," I said again for the millionth time. "You didn't know." He smiled.

After a couple hours, it was time for me to go home.

"Thank you for having me," I said after I shook hands with his parents. They seemed a little surprised for some reason, but then smiled. We got back into Blake's truck so he could take me home. I was a little sad; we finished the interviews, so he probably wouldn't talk to me anymore. We pulled into my driveway. My heart lunged when I saw another car in the driveway, but then felt better when I saw it was my Dad's.

"How 'bout sometime I'll come over and fix your car?" he asked. "It's still busted, right?" I nodded.

"Uh, sure. Yeah, that's be great. Thanks," I smiled. Ok, so maybe he would still talk to me...

"Bye," he said. I got out of the truck and waved as he pulled out. Then I went inside. Dad and Kara were there, along with Hera. Dad looked pissed.

"Where have you been?!" he bellowed. I nearly dropped the house keys.

"At Blake's...? We were working," I said.

"Didn't you bother to tell me where you were going to be?!" Why? You're never home, I thought.

"I'm sorry," I said. He put his hand to his face and sighed. The rest of us stood there in silence for a while, while he calmed down.

"Ok. It's over, and you're ok. Now, would you girls please go to the couch? We have something we want to tell you." Maybe they weren't gonna marry, I thought. Wouldn't that be nice. I went to the living room, and sat on the couch. Hera made a point to sit as far away as she could on the far end of the couch. I rolled my eyes. What, am I contagious or something? Dad and Kara stood in front of the couch, looking at each other nervously.

"Well, girls..." Dad said. His face turned pink.

"Uh..." Kara smiled nervously. "Ok, I'm just gonna say it... We're having a baby." My jaw dropped. No. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

"Yay!" Hera said. She jumped up and hugged them. Dad looked to me.

"Irina, aren't you excited? You're going to have a new baby brother or sister!"

I wasn't the least bit excited.
posted by para-scence
I felt like I was in jail that Saturday. I was confined to my room, and only allowed to leave for the bathroom. I wasn't allowed anything to eat or drink. Luckily, after the first time this happened when I was nine, I always keep a huge stash of food and drinks in my closet dresser. But there's only so much to do in a tiny room. I read more than a hundred pages of a book before noon.

Then I heard the doorbell ring. I looked out the window, but I couldn't see who was at the door. I went to my door, lightly on my toes, and cracked the door open. I heard a voice that could only belong to Micah....
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I was literally green. I kept throwing myself over the side expecting to hurl but I never did. Rocking back and forth and side to side was about as uncomfortable and sick as riding on a rollercoaster that was not quite on the tracks. Man did I feel awful. I felt this way because I was sitting in a miniboat that was heading towards land. I was surrounded by water and by other crew members from the big ship we've been sailing  on since I was five. Now I'm twelve. Long time, I know. Also in the boat with me were Richards, the best captain in the world, Craman who loves to row and steer our ship,...
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posted by Charlieminster
It wasn't my fault! I was just there! In fact I tried to stop the whole thing. Max- my boyfriend- just flipped out. I'm not even sure what it was all about really but I know it ended badly. It may of have had something to do with Liam- the other boy- steeling something him. I do remember what happen though, Max started punching Liam all over the upper half of his body I shouted STOP but Max just wouldn't listen he kept going and going until Liam past out and hit the floor with a crash, but Max went to kick him 'MAX, STOP IT NOW' I yelled at him, he stopped mid kick and turned to look at me...
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posted by para-scence
"What? Why? Why'd she leave? Shes has to come back! She has to! Where'd she go? Why didn---" I was speaking a thousand words a second. Blair put her hands on my shoulders, and shook me a little bit. I shut up.

"Shelby. Calm down. I know this is scary and... confusing." Tears streaked down my cheeks. What about Paige? Kirsten? Sage? Were they still here? Was I the only one left behind? "Your sisters are still asleep. Paige is downstairs. She knows."

"H-- How could she leave us-- s?" I stuttered. I couldn't see clearly through my tears. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried. Blair pulled me into a...
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posted by para-scence
"Sage! Sage, please wake up!" Paige and I pleaded. She was still unconscious, but her heart was beating. She was still alive.

"What happened to her?" Mom asked, her voice slightly worried.

"She passed out," I said, irritated.

"I need to get her into town," Paige said quickly. "I need to run." She picked up Sage, and took a deep breath. The town wasn't that far away, but this was urgent. She started running, which wasn't that fast since she was so tired. But she still got pretty far ahead of us. My heart was racing. Sage couldn't die. Not this young. Not like this. That just wasn't fair.

"Is she...
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posted by irena83
Dreams,
crashed and faded
by the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.


Dreams
are dead...


Fighting for
better days
now seems so
vainly,
everything went
wrong.


Dreams are
broken
in so many nights
that echo
along with
dust of past.


Put yourself
together
and hold on
to something
good,
you might survive,
you might escape
from the fate
that follows
the land
on which
you're standing.


Days are black
and cold,
nights spent
in despair
and thinking.
Your fate is
bounded to
the land
on which
you're standing.
posted by EllentheStrange
So Long and Goodnight

Please,please hold me tight
I am not ready for a broken wings flight
With the sun oh so bright
So long and goodnight
One last vampire bite
You are the one that's right
We sink into the night
So long and goodnight
With skin like snow white
The vampires will fight
Please keep me in your sight
So long and goodnight
Don't let them give me a fright
I know they just might
The fire is going to ignite
So long and goodnight
--------------------------------------------------
Long Ago Before I Died

Long ago before I died I ripped the wings from my spine
For doing this I fell quickly,swiftly into the...
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posted by SkyHedgehog
(WARNING! Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic XD)

5 years ago...

A young ebony hedgehog walked along the shore of the Emerald Coast. Her crimson red eyes focused on the rolling waves. She always felt calm around the water. Suddenly, a large boom sounded behind the hedgehog, causing her knees to buckle. "What was that?!" A figure in the distance started towards her. "Get out of here! Quick!" it called. The ebony hedgehog felt the ground shake violently. "Move! Now!" The figure disappeared in thin air. "Hey!" The hedgehog felt something grab her hand.


5 years later...

"Move it, Sky! You're gonna make us late!"...
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posted by dragonrider
That same day - 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. Hey 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...
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posted by problematic124
Okay so recently I thought why don't I tell what i think about some things so let's get this party started.

A few weeks ago my class had to pick a quote/lyric that meant something. So i googled it and found some nice quotes from my good buddy Albert Einstein. We all know him. Anyway this is what i found:
"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."
And as soon as i read that I just went awwwww. I mean is that not one of the best love quotes ever.
Really spoke to me i just loved it! And ever since then haven't forgot. What do you think of this quote.

So next to the whole show and...
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posted by numnumyellow67
Chapter 1
The District

I quietly and quickly pick the katniss plant's roots. Have to hurry home, or at least the ruined building I call my home. Living a destroyed old district, you kind of get used to the idea of having to hurry back to ruined buildings, before the rats and bugs decide to settle into your so called home.I start on my way back, when I see a plump rabbit, just watching me desperately pick the roots, while coated in mud. This annoys me, and with one swift movement, I knife the fat fool from afar. A direct hit. Perfect. I've been working on my knife throwing skills, and got a lucky...
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posted by greenstergirl
Pain. Fear. Hatred. These things is what my life was full of. Love. Laughter. Happiness. I have none of these things. I used to though. I had a great Mom and Dad. We lived in a small house on the sandy shores of a beach in California. I had a small furry Labrador that would beg for any food he could get his soft paws on. Usually it was only broccoli.

That life doesn't seem amazing. Well....it still was. The nights my family and I had by the crackling fire after a dip in the ocean water were my favorite. My mother would sit on the green chair in the corner and braid my long red hair that everyone...
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posted by starfire1712
This is our the land where we live
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
Or wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue
posted by stopbullying
Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the shop during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the second I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going....
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posted by Epetrus
someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a second to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who you were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had given to a puppy many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known,...
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posted by ivoryphills
I lived in my cold dark world for my entire life.
Feeble, absentminded, indifferent, and apathetic are what I am
After shunning the outside world for all its transgression towards me.
I survived through "drifting through life": doing what I am told, agreeing to whatever argument I find myself in, keeping whatever opinion I hold to myself
so that the situation I'm in will be over
and I can get back to my shell, my refuge
My world.
My world, my sanctuary,
my safe haven until an intruder tried to break in
My mother telling me to let her and my "loved ones" in.
What do I do?
What do I do?
The panic sets in;...
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posted by brease1121
THE COUNCIL-2-



CHAPTER 2

"Mr. Smith! Your tea is ready!" Parker's smiling face appeared out the sliding glass door, as she called to Mr. Smith. You could see the sea breeze that had collected on her face from being outside, all glassy and hot.Her long arms wiped it away and she turned around, her long braid whipping in the wind.


The table was set and ready for tea. Her face shone in accomplishment. She never really had set a table. When Mr.Smith came through the door he took a seat at the table and nibbled on a scone that Parker had made fresh.

"Is it alright? I know that I've never really...
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