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posted by tayandkris4evr
Tye
Tye
Second part to my story 'Shift' about a young girl with a huge change in her abnormal life. She has more of a boy attitude then a girl's! Will her attitude change if she actually turned into a boy? Find out in this part of my story 'Shift'. Have fun reading, comment, and fan. Thanks!

Recap

I woke up feeling a bit dizzy. My head felt like someone kept spinning me in a circle for hours. I close my eyes and lay my head on the grass.

“What the hell--?” I start to question myself, but then I realize my voice is a lot deeper then before I jumped the fence. I hold my hand in front of my face, it’s longer and the finger nails aren’t long at all. It looks more rough and calloused. Like a guy’s hand…

I stand up, realizing that I was taller. I look down at my chest, it was completely flat, yet muscular. My torso’s longer too! So are my legs!

“Whaa--?” I say again.

“Am I a guy now?” I ask myself, afraid to know the answer.
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“You sure are, Mary!” Somebody says from behind the tree I was by. My eyes grew wide and I half panicked.

“Who’s there?” I say softly, cautiously. I get into a boxing stance, putting my fists up and bending my knees.

Then I see a small boy come out from behind the tree, he looks to be about seven years old. He has blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. His hair is scraggly, with parts sticking up everywhere. He was covered in dirt and he was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that hugged his little body. It went down to his knees like a dress. He wasn’t wearing any pants either… He had little brown cat ears on his head and a long brown tail with a white tip coming from behind him. He looked like an orphan kid that was really good at cosplaying…

I blink a couple of times and rub my eyes. Was this really happening? Who is this kid?

He smiled a really cute smile and held his hands up like a cat then said

“Nyaa!”

“Wha--?” I say. Then the kid sits down, so I do too. We both sit cross legged on the grass by the tree.

“So, let me ask you… who… or what are you?” I ask, completely dumbfounded.

“I’m your twin.” He says happily, smiling.

“What? My twin?” I question looking the boy over again and again.

“Yep. I’ve lived inside of you, looking through your eyes until now. You finally let me out!” The young boy said, again cheerfully.

I made a really confused expression then shook my head. Apparently, I have a twin, he’s a cat… and he looks like he’s se--

“You can’t be my twin! You’re like seven! Aren’t you?” I ponder the entire situation, making my head hurt.

“Hey! That’s not funny! I’m the same age as you, I’m just really small!” He yells in my face. My eyes get wide and so does his. Then sits back down and flattens his shirt.

“You’re fifteen too?” I question, using my hand to move his head around. He has a really annoyed expression on his face but I continue to look at him.

“Yes! Let me explain some things!” He says agitatedly, slapping my hand away.

“Fine.” I sit back using my hands to keep me up.

“Alrighty. I’m your twin, not really a twin like a human would think of but more like your soul. I am you and you are me. Yet, we are separate people and we each have our own pain. Now we do, but all the other’s are still connected with their twins. Before, whenever you got hurt so did I, but not anymore! Oh, right, now that I’m separated from you, I’m a real person, so… I kind of need you to take care of me, please?” He explains. He throws his hands up when he’s done, still smiling.

I take everything in, the entire situation… store it in my brain and force the rational part of me to accept what’s in front of me. So this little kid is me…? But he’s a boy…

“But, you’re a boy, so how can you be me?” I question.

“What are you talking about? You’re a boy too!” He screams then shakes me like crazy.

“Oh, right… But, I was a girl before, why am I a boy now?” I yell at him, bonking him on the head between his cat ears.

“Not sure, but I’ve always been a boy, that’s why I didn’t understand why you were born a girl.” He says rubbing his head where I hit him.

I sigh, then I get up on my feet, the boy does the same.

“Say what’s your name?” I ask, looking at the tree behind him.

“Name? I don’t have one, you haven’t given me one yet.” He says putting his little hand to his chin.

“Oh, really? Well then let’s call you…” I think about it for a few minutes, then I finally come up with one.

“Tye! How about that? Do you like that name?” I ask him enthusiastically.

“Sure.” He smiles, but then his mouth forms an o and his eyes widen. “Oh yeah, um will you excuse me for a moment?” He says, acting like he has to go pee or something.

“Uh, sure.” I say, then lean against the tree, and whistle. Tye jumps back over the fence with my ability and disappears behind the school building.

I wait for about 10 minutes occasionally looking at the new me. I actually looked pretty hot!

“…“

Huh? What am I saying?! Keep it cool… Keep it cool.

Tye comes back, smiling just like always. He hops over the fence then says

“Hello again. Oh by the way, I had to erase the memory of ‘Mary’ because she no longer exists so no one will know you, not even your parents. I’m really sorry.” His hangs his head low, his cat ears twitching.

At first… I’m angry, but then I realized, it’s not like my parents cared about me anyway. And I bet I could make some new friends at school.

All my parents did was drink, party, and not pay the bills. They didn’t even acknowledge me, what so ever. It’s like I was an outcast in my own family. I’ve learned to live with it though. I got a part time job at 7 eleven and I pay for my own clothes and food. I’ve never thought of my parents as parents. They were just people that lived in the same house I did. I’m surprised they even have a house to live in. They’re just pathetic.

I’m kind of glad I’m not forced to be their kid anymore. Ha!

“It’s okay.” I say then I mess up his hair even more.

“Where am I going to take care of you then, Tye?” I ask, already worried for my new little brother. That’s how I thought of him anyway, a little brother! I’ve always wanted one.

“Not sure… Let’s pretend we’re orphans and walk around see if anyone has the heart to take us in.” He snickers. He really is my brother! I laugh then knuckle bump with him.

“Hey, I get a new name now, right? I’ve always liked the name Dean, can I be Dean?” I asked excitedly. I need to start acting like a guy, puh…

“Ha ha! That sounds cool!” He says then claps for me. I pick him up and set him on my shoulders, just like a big brother would… the scene almost made me cry.
posted by sasuhia4ever
    “It all started about six years ago…my mom and dad were at the park playing with my younger brother, Tyler, on his fourth birthday. I had decided to hang out with my friends instead… now I wish that I had never made such an idiotic decision. Cause of that day at the park, someone came and murdered my parents and stole away my little brother. I know all of this because that dirt bag left a letter saying “ I murdered both of your parents and stole your little brother because when I went to kill him I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So, I haven’t decided...
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posted by uniquezandy
Sams POV
I am your normal, typical everyday teen who is 16 years old. Samatha is my real name; say it to my face and I will bite your head off. People say when there young, (girls anyway,) "Look mummy, I want to be a princess when I grow up, and I'm going to marry a handsome prince." To tell the truth, I used to be a girl like that. A girl who read every fairy tale she could get her hands on, and believe that they are real. It is a load of poison now. I had to learn that in real life, true love is rubbish and you won't grow up to be want you want. And in life, change happens quite alot and...
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posted by para-scence
**6 months later...***

Bride laughed and giggled as I bounced her on my leg; just another day at the park. It was summer, finally, a break from school. I guess I was looking forward to being a sophomore. School wasn't that bad anymore now that I had my friends. Felicity wasn't that bad either. We're not exactly the greatest of friends, but we can tolerate each other now. Also, Trace and I started dating. It was great; he's really sweet and funny. I couldn't ask for a better guy.

"Come on, Harley! Gail said to be home by three!" Aspen called. Everyone else was already at the sidewalk, starting...
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posted by Insight357
    I sat in a chair by the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, or to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
    I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics said it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
    Earlier...
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posted by ginax0o
Something has severely struck my curiosity
Did he know of his ill fate?
What were his last thoughts?
Did he even have any?
If so were they about his family?
If his life flashed before his very eyes,
Did he have any regrets about what he saw?
What were his last words?
So many questions about this stranger dying before my very eyes ,
whom I know absolutely nothing about.
The touchiest of subjects and its stuck on my mind
Truthfully, the only people who know the answer
are forever gone.
When time comes for me to know the answer
What will I be thinking about?
Will I know of what is to come of me?
Who will I...
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posted by elizasmomma
I'm setting here looking at a paused television screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.

If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.

are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be or are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.

so what do you think about this journal entry that i just wrote you need to think about what i said and give me your best anwsers that you can give.

thnx erie morgan maples
posted by hgfan5602
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.

Betrayed
By an old friend
By an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side

Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.

Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed by my own friends

I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
posted by Triscia95
The entire neighborhood was out in the front yard of Sarah's house. They had all come back from the 4th of July fireworks at the high school and were now waiting for the huge firework show that her father put on every year.

Though Sarah wasn't out front with everyone waiting for the show. Instead her and Niall were running out to the pool. The show was a little over a half an hour long so they finally had time to themselves.

The backyard was dark, but the pool water lit up beautifully from the full moon light. Millions of stars shown in the black sky, something that doesn't happen to often...
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posted by GummyBears_11
A poem written by me. :]

Snow, snow, you are perfect.
When you fall down, you are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.


We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick you up, ball you up,
and toss you.

Then we get cold.

We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.

Why, snow, why are you so cold, so numbing?


~

A new girl at school is seen by the queen bee.
She is approached.
The queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.

She isn't skinny, nor is she...
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posted by Dhampires
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale or some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life or the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life or changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
posted by para-scence
"Blake!" I shouted. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my coat and quickly throwing it on. He came in, holding Tristen and Blakely in his arms.

"Huh?" he asked, completely unconcerned.

"Hollis is being taken to the hospital," I said quickly. His eyes widened. "We need to go!" He nodded, and we got the twins in their car seats, and soon were off to the hospital.

"What happened?!" he asked, his voice thick with tension.

"I don't know! Her teacher just called, and said she was being taken to the hospital! I didn't really think to ask the details!" I said, panicked. We were nearly speeding, but still...
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Sorry this is so long and confusing! I promise the next part will be more exciting! :)

I never realized how much it hurt to be shot. Who would believe that that was the least of my worries? I certainly didn’t, so as I was screaming my head off, all people from around the school came into the band hall to see who was screaming. I suppose they would be a bit disappointed that someone was just shot and no one had gone crazy, which would have been equally entertaining, but there was tension in the room. Kids stood awkwardly around, not knowing what to do. People that had crowded around me earlier...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
To You,

Why? Why are you so gorgeous? Why were you wearing shorts?

I was tossing and turning in bed last night, knowing that as soon as I saw your face, I would like you again. Dammit, I was right. I do. Sort of, anyway.

And I saw you in class. I peeked through the window. Damn, I saw you.

My dreams did you no justice. You're too gorgeous! Your blonde hair, you didn't cut it, that kind of made me happy.

Your eyes, why! Why did I have to want you so bad again?

Chloe and I, we were going to call you vampire. But now, I'm all shy again. Too bad, conscience. I'm going to do it. Vampire! Vampire! You...
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posted by iluvtheshow
Prologue:
"Harper! Aren't you happy she's eating with us?" Gwen asked happily. Harper shot her sister a glare. "It shouldn't be a big deal that your step-mother decides to eat with you." Harper spit out, looking back at the book she was reading. Gwen's face fell. She didn't care what Harper thought, she was going to make the best of this. Their step-mother, Lyn, hadn't eaten with them in 2 months. Gwen walked down the hall toward the kitchen, her sister's words echoing in her head.

Chapter 1 *Gwen*

Divorce. God, I HATE that word. It's like something something toxic. Something that can ruin lives...
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posted by zutaradragon
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at you for years. but, sometimes i can taste how bitter i've become...& its more then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?

the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what you DO with the gift of life, that determends who you are. the pain you feel...its normal. let it go.

you think?

yes. you need to forgive and forget.

i can't...

you can.

but i can't just do nothing...

it's not nothing!

i cant just...forget.

it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...

you're right...