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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER TEN:
Two hours pass, and during those hours, I ponder what to do next. Danny lays unconscious, his wounds have healed, but I can sense he still is in pain. On impulse, I have injected him with my blood. I enough to turn him into a vampire. I know he will not be as powerful as I was when I was turned, as I have not given him enough to accomplish this feat. I lay back in a chair, continuing to ponder my next move. I am startled when the phone rings. When I look at the clock, it is eleven thirty. I answer, not knowing what to expect. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey Ashley.” I hear from the other end. I recognize the voice as belonging to Harold Sunderland. His voice startles me. His tone is happy enough, but he sounds horse, like it hurts him to speak at all. “Harold are you all right?” I ask. He coughs but tries to hide it. “I’m Fine.”
He says. “Listen, I need to talk to you.” He replies after a moment. “I need to talk to you too.” I say, once again acting out of impulse. “Okay. Can you come over to my house?” he asks. I look at Danny, still asleep, and realize he will not wake until sunrise at least. I doubt it will take him five days to...
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER NINE:
On the drive back to my apartment, I cannot help but feel something is amiss. What it is, I don’t have a clue. As I continue the drive, I once more delve into my past…
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I awaken an hour later, still in pain from the sun’s rays. I feel Perry’s dried blood on my face, and find myself disgusted at what I have done. I cannot believe the situation I’ve landed myself in. About ten minutes later, Perry returns to the cave. From where I do not care, or even want to know. I feel nothing but burning hatred and contempt for him. I still do not know what prevented me from killing him earlier, or at least trying. Then I remember how easily he snapped the neck of the man he turned nearly a week earlier. That I believe is the reason. Perry smiles when he notices I’m awake. “How do you feel?” he asks, and I notice a tone of happiness in his voice. “Horrible. I’m in so much pain and can’t stop feeling this lust for blood.” I say furiously. Perry nods. “Yes. That is horrible at first, isn’t it?” he mutters. “But here’s the good news. It gets better Ash. And after awhile, you genuinely stop caring about the people...
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Article by LaDispute posted over a year ago
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She was obsessed with the idea that tragedy is beauty and death is immortality.

He would watch her when she opened her mouth in class, watch the way she flashed smiles when she spoke. He swore to commit the crinkles at the corners of her eyes to memory, the freckled valleys lit up by her eyes.

He soon found that he could be the cause of those valleys, a Creator building up his own world from the base of her narrow satisfaction. She soon found that his convictions in tandem with hers had the power to endlessly pursue the edge of the universe in its expansion.

And when they first kissed that cold December night they were simply instinctual lovers consummating the thread that already ran between their souls. They vowed in one hundred wordless ways that as long as there remained a star they had not counted they would be everlastingly, inseparably entwined.

Neither of them considered the implication that forever included the grave and beyond, for when Death placed its lips on his the morning of graduation and welcomed him home, she fell reeling from their Olympus to her knees on the ground beside his impersonal stone.
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified by what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have more pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him, I can’t help but wonder what Pike is up to at the moment, what that psychopath has in store since I’ve killed his newborn lackeys. Harold arrives around ten minutes later. The first thing I note is how tired he looks. He shrugs it off when I press him, telling me he was up all night working on the next chapter. What shocks me is when he reveals he is about to kill off a character. When I press for more information, he simply replies he’ll let me read it when it’s done. He doesn’t say another word until we get to the school parking lot. Once we do, he quickly climbs out of...
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER SEVEN:
I return to my apartment, and turn off the police radio, which is only reporting the incident I was involved with earlier that night. I suddenly feel tired once again, and this shocks me. As I lay back on the couch, I continue thinking of Pike, and my first night of being a vampire.
CRYSTAL FALLS: 1850
I hesitate, and then follow Perry outside. Only moments ago, I found myself full of anger, yet at the same time, worry, although not for my own sake, but for my father’s, who is still asleep in the other room. For some odd reason, I am in pain, not from my wound, which has disappeared over the course of my coma, but from my stomach. I realize this is no time to think about food, and follow Perry into the woods. The sky is dark, but daylight is close. I know this because the horizon has a few rays of light reflecting over it. I struggle to keep up with Perry as he leads me to a cave far from the town I live in. Perry sits down on a rock and waits for me to catch up. Once I do, he eyes me as if he’s examining me. “It hurts doesn’t it?” He asks, nodding his head. “It always does.” I feel immense anger towards him. “You… What did you do...
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Opinion by nimone posted over a year ago
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I have just read a paragraph from what could possibly be, the worst book that I have seen in a long time. Fifty shades of Grey does not even have a good story line. The man Mr Grey is a complete pervert that is obsessed with SM. He meets this woman, warns her that he is a creep, and the woman stays!
WHAT THE HELL!
The novel apart from this is filled with parts where Mr Grey has sex with this woman practically everywhere in his house. Yet many woman seem to love this complete piece o rubbish.
And that is not even the worst part. The novel is full of the worst grammatical errors I have ever seen. It´s like a perverted 11 year old child wrote this (and yes children are awful today too).
I mean this stuff makes Mills and Boon look clean and normal.
What is the world coming to honestly, people around my mother´s age are bragging about this book saying how much they love it. This is just as bad as pornography. Which is exactly what Fifty shades of Grey is, it is porn for women.
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER SIX:
ASHLEY’S POV:
2:10 AM
OCTOBER 28:
It is only a little over a half hour later when I see a car pull into the parking lot. I note the driver pull out a flashlight and climb out. He has long dark hair, is skinny and wearing glasses. It is Harold. I motion him over to me. He walks over and hands me a pair of jeans and a sweater. “It’s all I could get in a hurry.” He said. We walk over to a restroom, and I ask him to wait outside while I change. By now he notes I am covered in blood, but I promise to answer everything when I return. After about five minutes, I return and find him waiting for me. “Why were you covered in blood?” he asks. I decide to answer, as truthfully as I can. “I got jumped. These guys pulled a knife on me. I ended up stabbing one of them.” I say. I examine his expression, and it is clear he doesn’t believe me, but the next thing he says makes me consider something. “Whatever you did was in self defense right? And don’t lie. I don’t know why, but I can tell when you are lying.” It is clear he is also aware of the connection I feel with him. I can’t explain it myself. I care for him, not in a romantic...
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Fan fiction by EmilyMJFan910 posted over a year ago
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Chapter Four of the fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Enjoy!

Summer rode her bike down the pathway excitedly. "I can't wait to get you two home!" she exclaimed.
But as soon as they stopped at the farm gates, the dogs began to get scared. The farmyard was full of animals they had rarely ever been around. Cows and horses, sheep, pigs, ducks, and goats made all sorts of commotion. The dogs whimpered.
Summer stroked Zoey's back. "It's okay. You're not going to stay here. We'll go over to the house. Follow me."
Summer got off her bike, lifted Zoey out of the basket, and leaned her bike against the fence.
"Come on. I'll carry Zoey."
Shadow crawled nervously through the fence gates. He looked around, then began scampering after Summer.
Summer opened the door.
"Mom! Dad!"
Summer's mother, Caroline, turned to look at her from the dining room table. "Oh, my! Where did you find those puppies?"
"The lake," Summer explained cheerfully. "They don't have a home. Can they live with us?"
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER FIVE:
The rest of the school day passes by uneventfully. I learn nothing about Pike’s location. I only see Harold once more throughout the day, in Chemistry class. I still can’t explain my fascination with him. At lunch I tell Danny how I’ve befriended Harold, and this seems to please him, for it seems Harold is also a friend of his. “He’s unbelievably modest. That guy’s a true genius. All the teachers can’t believe how smart he is. He even was allowed to skip the senior year.” He says. “Why didn’t he do it?” I ask curiously. “Because he doesn’t have…” Danny immediately trails off. It confirms what I already know. Harold is dying. “He’s a great writer you know.” Danny says, obviously trying to change the subject. I allow it. “He is?” I ask. “He is always writing short stories or some really long novel. He very seldom gets through a day without writing a few pages. And they’re really good.” He adds. Before he can say more, Vincent walks over and sits beside me. “Hey.” He says. I notice Vincent seems nervous about something. It is strange though. I can’t read his feelings as well as most humans. He is human, but that...
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER FOUR:
As I near the parking lot of Crystal Falls High School, my supersonic hearing picks up on hundreds of voices. As I pull into a parking space, I note how many people are already there. As I walk into the office, the ten minute warning bell rings. I walk up to the desk, and the secretary looks up at me. “Yes?” she asks. I quickly explain that I am new to the school, and that I am a senior. She looks up my name in the student records, and nods. “Ashley Garland. Age seventeen? Transferring from Santa Barbara?” she asks. I nod, and hear the hum of the printer as it prints out my schedule. “It says your first class is English.” She says, before signaling someone. I turn and see a tall boy with short dark hair walk up to the desk. “Danny, can you show this new student around for today?” she asks. Danny nods and turns to me. “Hi. I’m Danny.” He says, holding out his hand. I take it and shake it. “Ashley.” I reply. The secretary looks over, and seems to realize something. “Actually, Danny, there’s another new student who needs help as well.” She says, beckoning another boy over in our direction. This boy looks slightly older than Danny,...
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Opinion by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER THREE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 27, 1995
It is five AM when I finally enter Crystal Falls. The sun has not yet appeared over the horizon. After entering the town, I spare no time searching for the apartment complex. I spot it after driving around the suburban area for about fifteen minutes. I park my car outside of the building I am looking for, and climb up two flights of stairs to unlock the door. Then, I race down the stairs and quickly grab all my things I packed and move them into the apartment with ease. I switch on the news and find that another victim has been found near the school with similar M.O. to the other killings in the area. I’ve already determined the high-school is the area most of the victims were found. Seeing as how it’s a school day, I make a few quick phone calls and register myself as a student. I choose to use my real name, since I hope to draw out the murderer. I am pleased to learn I will be able to attend later in the day. I hang up the phone, wondering if the message was already intercepted, I wouldn’t put it past Perry or Pike as he likes to be called nowadays, to have planted bugs all over the apartment, as...
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Fan fiction by KatieK102 posted over a year ago
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This is a fiction story that I've been forming in my head for awhile and decided to post it.

This is a romance book but hopefully I succeed at making you laugh here and their. The main girl (Ember) is like me from her hair to her odd habbits. Anywho, she's pretty great and she can get along with most anyone... expect Kadin Ski. He's the most annoying, prideful, ignorant, boy she has ever met. She hates him with a burning passion.

And then something happens...

Suddenly, during a dodge ball game, things start to change. Soon she feels venerable, her stomach does cartwheels, she sweats when she hears his name...

And she HATES it. But what can you do? Everything Ember knows is put up-side down and for some reason, it all has to do with that stupid, stupid boy!
And whats worse? She finds out, that she might, just maybe, love him.

So I hope you enjoy! I may not finish this story but if I get enough positive comment I will more then likely keep it going. Anyways, thanks! Please comment :)
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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CHAPTER TWO:
SANTA BARBARA, CALIFORNIA
OCTOBER 26, 1995:10:57 PM
It is nearly eleven when I pull to a stop outside of Saint Packie’s Bar in Santa Barbara. On this particular evening, I feel like doing some vigilante justice, if my sources are correct, which of course they will be, my victim will be inside the bar searching for his latest victim. Such irony, I think to myself. He will soon die in one of the most horrible ways imaginable, although this is only my plan A. If any problems proceed, there are always better ways of dispatching my victims. I show my ID to the security officer, and he allows me to enter the bar. Being a vampire, I have the ability to appear to be twenty one or any age at will, so this is not a problem. As I enter the bar, I scan it for my target. I immediately spot him chatting up a pretty young blonde girl on the opposite side of the bar. She appears to be college aged, and apparently has no idea who she is really chatting with. The only reason I know is that my contacts in the Santa Barbara Police Department have leaked the information to me. I smile, despite their whole “the law is the law” pledge, the local authorities are...
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Opinion by nimone posted over a year ago
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Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die Emo bitch die, bitchy whore. That last comment doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it said roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if you want I'll tell them to can it, all because I love you Janet. I don't know who wrote you love poem rhyme thing but I love you too!
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Article by adamk posted over a year ago
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NIGHTFALL: A NOVEL BY AXEL MCCORMICK
Copyright: 2013

CHAPTER ONE:
CRYSTAL FALLS, CALIFORNIA
FEBRUARY, 1850

The year is 1850. My name is Ashley Garland; I live in the small town of Crystal Falls, on the west coast of the United States. At the moment, I am being hunted, by what I do not currently know. All I know at present about my foe is that I fear for my life. In fact this whole ordeal has been about a week in the making. About a week ago, the people of Crystal Falls were gathered in the town hall, when a man suddenly began pounding on the door, pleading for help. After some of the citizens finally overcame their initial shock and opened the door, the man outside had collapsed to the ground, and was bleeding profusely from his neck. My father, the town’s doctor Richard Garland, immediately brought him home to give him a look-over. As my mother and I waited in the living room anxiously wondering if the man would be all right, my father worked tirelessly before coming out to tell us the man suffered from a neck wound, and was lucky to have survived at all. Yet at the same time, he was at a loss to explain what would cause such an...
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Fan fiction by Dreamcatcher26 posted over a year ago
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Khloe, Caroline, a few other friends and I flung ourselves down the street to the hottest club in town devils lounge, I was thankful that the bouncers here were as dumb witted as everywhere else about fake ids.

Inside the club Icy, smoke lurked on the ground; coloured lights gave me a spontaneous rush of excitement. I looked at the seas of bodies that were grinding on the dance floor, an arm snaked around my waist before spinning me around to hold me in their grip.

'Scarlett babies you joining us tonight for a hit?'
I scoffed and pushed Eric of me.
‘Control your brother Khloe before the dog gets put down.'
Before he could make a snarky comment, A waitress with a bottle of champagne and two trays full of shots came to our table.

I slipped her some cocaine as payment.
'You know you're going to have to have something sometime hon it's the way. Ignore Eric too khloe just won't tell him when to stop, now don't do anything I wouldn't'.
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Article by LaDispute posted over a year ago
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I miss seeing you around I guess.

Tall and skinny - that was probably the first thing I noticed about you. Tall and skinny and narrow-nosed and freckled and eternally bouncing your leg like you could get right up and run forever.

And the way you looked at her, C. Oh, the way you looked at her. Tell me I’m right when I say you were in love with her. You never could take your eyes off of her no matter what we were doing in class that day. Her, her, her. And the way she folded you into her arms that day you were stressed about all those exams. Little C wrapped you in her arms and you seemed so small. You seemed so tired, always tired. But that hug... You wouldn’t let yourself be so vulnerable to anyone else, would you?

But it worked the other way around too. When she cried you hugged her silently until she stopped and then wiped the tears from her eyes. The way you looked at each other. I’ve never seen so much trust. You would have been perfect.
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Opinion by ITF posted over a year ago
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small table and a bed, the fox quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into a sack, before replacing the strongbox on top of the cabinet.
Suddenly, the door burst open and two mice entered, dressed in servants’ clothing.
Lexi crouched in the shadows, pulling the hood of her blue mottled cloak over her head with one hand, the other resting on the hilt of her dagger.
The light from the mice’s lanterns cast a soft glow about the room as they sat at the table, chattering in lively tones. The minutes slipped away, but they appeared to be in no hurry to leave. Lexi felt herself growing stiff and shifted slightly. And still the mice talked...
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Fan fiction by EmilyMJFan910 posted over a year ago
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The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.

The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animals on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That day Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small dogs laying in a heap by the pond. She ran over to them and stroked their fur.
"Are you lost?" Summer asked knowingly. The dogs lifted their heads in acknowledgement.
Summer petted them. "You don't have a home, do you?"
The brother whimpered and looked up at her. He had the deepest blue eyes of them all; his expression captured Summer's heart.
"Come home with me," Summer whispered sweetly. "You'd be perfect for us. We live on a farm and everything."
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Fan fiction by EmilyMJFan910 posted over a year ago
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The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The dogs ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother puppy looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding puppy looked straight ahead of him to see an orange Maine Coon.
A cat.
In his face.
He started barking wildly. The cat jumped up and attacked him. Its claws dug into his side. The cat hissed and scampered away.
Blood began running from the dog's flank. He howled in agony and tried to stumble back to his sister, but she had already taken off.
He searched around. He saw a bolting black-and-white figure. His sister.
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Fan fiction by EmilyMJFan910 posted over a year ago
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This is a Fiction Story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Please see what you think of it.

In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border Collie had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and rolled back over to let the puppies nurse.
There were six puppies, all black and white, with eyes ranging from smoky grey to navy blue, all the way to ice blue. They seemed a bit spunky, especially for newborns. The mother acknowledged this by rolling over once or twice to see if they would join her. But they wouldn't. They instead reached up and asked her to roll over by touching her with tiny, gentle paws.
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Opinion by axemnas posted over a year ago
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Role playing or Rping as most of the community calls it. Almost everyone's done it one way or another whether they realize it or not. Remember those days when you'd pretend you were a movie character or a prince/princess or a pirate or whatever. You were role playing in a since. Now days when you hear the word role playing you probably think things like War Craft, Star Craft, Nights and Dragons, Toontown, etc..
Something you've probably never figured however, is rping in relation to writing. Writing, that's all rping basically is. It's just writing a collaborative story from different points of view and interacting.
Rping pre-established plot or not can be a lot of fun and very productive. Especially when writing, you can create a place and really get a feel for the setting, a character, or even play with plot ideas. Through rping I have fleshed out- make a character more realistic or 3D. Numerous characters in half the time. You can place them in numerous settings and think about what they would do. You can literally be inside your character's head do what you think they might would do, say what they might would say. Learn a outcome you've never figured before.
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Opinion by nimone posted over a year ago
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Dear info keeper of my life.
Yes that sounds way cooler and not so mainstream. I was late to class again today, God I hate it when that happens. When you enter people just keep staring at you. It almost like I am some sort of alien from planet Zog!

The worst of them all is this guy called Ryan Singer. He is considered more popular than me yet at the same time still a nerd. He sits behind me in class and stares at me the whole day. I mean it.
It is weird I mean. DOES HE EVER BLINK!

Well most people do tend to stare at me when me and my friends enter class, but that's just because I am a punk and wear dark make up with gelled spiky black hair. I have to wear the school uniform. YUCK.
My clothes do kind of ask for the attention but, people will be less likely to start off a conversation with me.

Anyway back to the point there is this total bitch is my class called Jessica Finn. She thinks that she is so much better than everyone else just because she stays out till one o'clock in the morning, getting drunk and snoging boys.
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Opinion by TayHan13 posted over a year ago
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Dear Diary,
I have my mom who is bitchy dumb awful and too attractive than lois griffin. A minute ago, my phone have the incoming call and i saw this ugliest, terrible, headache giver pic of my mom in the whole world. I glad I would have give it to my trustworthy uncle and he goes, "why is she was pictured in her underwear?" Ow!!!!! I cant get this pic out of my mind! i really wish i get away from my annoying mom! My peeps who fanned me or i fanned to, plz help me!

PS do not - i repeat - Do Not tell me to go to counselor. He is old weird and single!
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Article by amoremusic posted over a year ago
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Please tell me why do people tend to always harshly judge me for my creative moments and seem to enjoy criticizing me for the emotional material that I write down on paper, they never once see the real person that i would, could be, some-how they never ever see the deepening convictions that surrounds me and my soul.

They try to take control of every-little thing that i say and even write out, but i'm not ashamed to really tell them how i really feel about having this empty-longing to try to expose myself, to let the world see me for who i am from the inside out.
how can they not see my heart caving in to expose my emotional thoughts feelings to those who have never heard my thoughts written out before them until now, but they continue to demand me to be sincere in all of the thoughts that i write out as they never ever seem to see the endless confidence that my creative moments has just now brought to me, people never ever want me to b this young woman of character as i should be.
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