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posted by para-scence
The next week was spent handling all legal things having to do with Dalton's so called "murder."Andrew insisted that Dalton was very likely to have killed himself, and he also explained how Reed's knife had been taken by Dalton a long time before his death. It wasn't exactly that easy. There were lots of things that had to go through with the court. It was very boring and tiring.

Then one day while we were at the court, Ms. Greener showed up. My eyes widened and I tried to hide behind Carmine, but it was no use.

"Hello Harley," she said in that tone of voice that said you're in deep shit, young lady.

"Um, hi," I said nervously. She looked at me with a resentful expression. "So..." I said, trying to avoid an awkward silence. "How's Gail?" She sighed.

"Harley, you know I can send you back there anytime I want," she said.

"No!" I said, sounding like a three year old complaining.

"Why would she come back if we hurt her?" Nikolai intervened. Ms. Greener pursed her lips. Win. She stalked off to her seat. Then a security man brought Reed in. He still wore the orange suit, and was handcuffed. I wanted so badly to run over to him and hug him! I hadn't seen him in almost four months! Just the sight of him made me excited, and my eyes watered from joy. He didn't so much as look at me as he took his seat towards the front of the court.

***

"...Mr. Cameron is not responsible for Dalton Collins' death. Case dismissed," the judge said, and hit the table with his hammer. I felt like I could finally breathe again. Everyone stood up to leave, and I had to fight my way through the crowd to get to Reed. I hugged him before the security guard had even gotten his handcuffs off.

"Whoa!" he said, stumbling back. "Hey there!" he said. His voice sounded worn out, it lost that happy, carefree tone. I took a step back so the handcuffs could be taken back. I studied Reed's face. He had dark circles under his eyes, and even though he was smiling, he seemed to be putting up an awfully large effort to keep it that way. Once the handcuffs were off, I pulled all four of us into a giant group hug. Nikolai ruffled Reed's hair.

"I knew you were innocent, kid," he said. I raised an eyebrow, but didn't make any comment.

"It's good to have ya back, bro," Carmine said.

We went home, and Reed went straight to the couch. He sighed contently, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes.

"Just let 'em sleep. I'm sure a jail cell isn't that comfortable, even compared to that couch," Nikolai said. Him and Carmine began making an extra big dinner to celebrate Reed coming home. I went over to the couch, and sat on the floor. I put my hand on Reed's wrist.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked softly.

"Uh, could you get me a glass of water?" he mumbled. I patted his hand and got up. When I came back, I carefully gave him the glass. He sat up, wincing as if he was really sore. "Thanks," he said, taking the glass from my hands. He didn't like he was up for conversation, so I left.

"I love you," I whispered before I went to my room.

When I got in my room, I closed the door behind me and locked it. I stood in the middle of my nearly empty room, breathing in the cool air. I didn't know what to feel. On the one hand, I had my whole life back. I had my brothers, and they were ok. But that wasn't exactly great. I also got back the fighting, the guns, the gangs, the hate and crime that filled my neighborhood. This place was like a warzone sometimes. It hurt to feel like I had to put my guard up again, when it had taken so long to let it down. I also lost my sisters, Gail who was practically my mother, and my friends, and the love and warmth of where I had been living the past couple of months. That night, I cried myself to sleep.

Whether they were tears of joy or sadness, I don't know.

The next morning, I dragged my lazy ass out to the breakfast table, and got myself a bowl of cold cereal. I ate absentmindedly, only snapping back to reality for a couple seconds from sounds outside. Then there was a knock on the door. I watched it intently, not even thinking to get it. Nikolai sighed and opened it.

"Umm... may I help you?" he asked. I heard some murmurs, but I couldn't tell who it was. I couldn't even bring myself to be curious. "She's right here," I heard him whisper. Then I heard the running of a bunch of feet.

"Harley!" a familiar voice cried. My eyes snapped up to see Aspen and Jezebel running at me, nearly taking me out of my chair. My heart seemed to fill up so much, I was sure it was going to explode. I hugged them close, then saw Gail holding Bride come in. Behind her followed Scout, and even Trace, Forest, and Bambi! I couldn't believe all these people came to see me!

"You guys!" I shouted. I ran up to them, with Aspen and Jezebel still wrapped around me. We made the biggest group hug probably ever invented. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"Well," Scout began. "After you left, we didn't know where to look. Then yesterday Ms. Greener stopped by and proved the rumors to be true: you did return home. So, we wanted to come and have a formal goodbye... And congratulate you on your brother returning home." I smiled and hugged them all again. Bride squealed.

"So, aren't you gonna introduce us?" Gail asked, gesturing to my brothers. Nikolai stood near the doorway, Carmine in the threshold of the hallway, and Reed looked at us warily from the couch.

"This is Nikolai, Carmine, and Reed," I said, pointing each one out. Then I introduced my foster family, and then my friends. Then before I knew it, Reed was standing behind me, looking everyone over. He seemed so cold and bitter now, I was afraid of what he might say. He looked Gail in the eye.

"You were the one that took my baby sister in?" he asked. Gail nodded. He was silent for a moment, then closed the distance between them and hugged her real quick. "Thank you," he said. "Thanks for taking good care of her."

"It was my pleasure," she said warmly.

Gail and everyone stayed for lunch, and we had an awesome time. It was like having family over for the holidays, or at least what I'd think it's like. We've never had this many people in our house at one time.

I was especially sad when they left. Scout, Forest, Bambi, and Trace hugged me as they left.

"Keep in touch, ok?" Scout asked. I nodded.

"Of course," I told all of them. Aspen hugged my waist, and I heard her sniff. I knelt down, until I was face to face with her. "I promise I'll keep in touch, Aspen." A tear rolled down her cheek.

"I don't want you to go," she sniffed. Her lip trembled, and my eyes filled with tears.

"I know... But it's just the way things are. We can still call each other. Maybe we can visit sometime."

"But I don't want to say goodbye," she whispered.

"Everything happens for a reason. It makes us stronger. You need to be strong, ok?" She nodded. I kissed her forehead, then gave her a big hug. I said goodbye to everyone else, and gave them hugs as well. When they left, once again I felt numb and empty.

"Well that was nice of them to stop by," Nikolai said. I nodded. I went and began cleaning the house, just to give me something to do. I heard Carmine murmur some concerned words to Nikolai, but Nikolai just said I was trying to be helpful.

That night, we all ate separately. We've never really done that before; Nikolai likes dinner to be quality family time. I ate a bowl of macaroni and cheese in my room. I was beginning to fear that my life would never be the same here again.
posted by mrs-mindfreak
I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad or angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her favorite wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to move from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...
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‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting next to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...
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The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting writing career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help you find the right strategy for you and get you started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have more than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any writing project the list can grow exponentially-...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my books in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could you come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. You would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her desk trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The next morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another day though, ok?" he said.

"When are you off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! You know, you could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, you complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The next week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school or home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by Insight357
We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me where you were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think you cared! You aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about you Lucy. I love you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I love you, too,” Xander...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The more I comfheard it, the more it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel or taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the minutes tick by on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the next day, the first day of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my pink Aeropostale shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by smartone123
We have looked deep into Nikki Goldmans life to find some supriseing stuff as i tell you her TRUE story.Well lets go back in time to her childhood,and suprise you with something un known to everyone but her family.Her real name is lea Gliden,and her mom is dead leaving her with her father who abuses her.Ok we'll skip to her 11th birthday,the day where she runs away

"get here you bastard child"he growels,a feet away from where i hide,squahed in like a bug,a cold hard wood bottom,the shelve enough to hide me,and for him not to notice.It was all ok until my nose was itchy so i quickly scrached...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I said calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I said it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I love him,” I said.
    “I thought you loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander more than her.
    “Why don’t you love me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married you only because the baby,” I said....
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posted by Insight357
It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could you leave her?” I managed to get the question out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. By then I figured it was too late,” Alexander said a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered by the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...
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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that you left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like you have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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posted by Insight357
I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, or not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus orange skirt sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small kitchen and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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posted by bunnibunnibaby
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, by tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right next to you then..." The blonde looked at the house next to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
posted by bunnibunnibaby
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"
posted by para-scence
About three months have passed, and text messages and calls have stopped. It made me feel sad, but at least I knew they had moved on. At least they weren't devoting their lives to worrying about me.

Then one day before work, I had drove to the edge of town to the grocery store. I had paid for all my things, I was leaving when I noticed a bulletin board. It was the ones where missing people were posted. One in particular caught my attention. It was a picture of me from a party, I was all smiles and waving at the camera. Missing: Kodi Hunter. Last seen: **/**/** Hair color: brown. Eye color: brown....
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Three hours after Darla left and everything's fine at the shop. A teen with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes enters the store. He looks like... "Steven?" Steven stops in his steps. "Bree?" "Yeah. What are you doing here?" I ask. "To buy something? Do you know where the candy is?" "Yeah it's in section two." I point towards the second section in the store. The shop smells like vanilla and chocolate. Probably because of the ice cream that have been melting in the corner of the store. Which reminds me... "Steven, would you like to work here?" I ask to break the silence. "Sure. I need a job." Steven...
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