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you're such a goof. you're practically the definition of perfection. in the male version. you're the best at anything, really. sometimes your cockiness shows. but somehow.
Criminal Girl Pt 11 *I'm gonna start changing point of views. POV stands for Point Of View Kate's POV: Great. It's almost Valentines day and I have nothing prepared. I don't have party clothes.
Parents. I tried my best to hold back tears, but I couldn't. I started bawling . While I was in my melt down I heard two girls from another team call me a wimp.
Chapter 7 LIAM'S POV: "So, Liam. Tell me about your self..." Said Rose. She smiled at me and showed off her adorable dimples. Her blond wavy hair that came to her collarbone.
what do you hear when you open your front door. the birds. cars. children playing. Irmasi hears gun shot, screams and sirens. he lives in italy, the mafia side.
There's a man boarding up the wishing well. Singing, wish your dreams a good farewell. He bares his teeth and then he disappears. And you have no more coins to toss. On plans you make that end up...
I am Rebekah talluh and I am 16 years of age, I am not a poor persons child my father is the town lord and my mother is his wife.
Chapter 1 (part 10) Why does all this water keep flying everywhere around me. This is the second time it's happened when I get mad. My door flew open and my dad came in.
Chapter 2: Three days later the whole gang was back at home and the dads thought it was time to tell the kids their little secret.
Lacey Rogan is now fifteen and after a hard time in life so far, she is struggling to find her feet.
Dear Diary, Hiya again. TWO WEEKS UNTIL CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS. THANK THE LORD. Okay, so this weekend, my Irish grandparents turn up - for anyone who doesn't know any Irish people - they're mad.
Yay twelve is my lucky number. To say we weren't talking would be a lie. We weren't dating but we acted like normal. The only thing was that Ben would be leaving soon. And I wasn't going with him.
A short story A long time ago, there was a girl. She was awkward and deep and had stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair.
How did I become the fuck up kid. How the oldest seem to be the worst one. Do I yarn for attention so bad I can't do anything right. Or do I like this life.
The Button Factory The liquid plastic in the giant mixing bowl swirled and danced as the mixers spun it.
The Button Factory The liquid plastic in the giant mixing bowl swirled and danced as the mixers spun it.
#adventchallenge 4th of December A robin danced around the trees Red contrasting against the leaves, Shades of brown on mottled wings, A sweet chirpy tune the robin sings, 5th of December Since...
#adventchallenge A true story.
This couldn't be happening to me. Astrid thought. Astrid was on a bus to an orphanage because her parents dumped. Why would they do that.
My innocent, carefree mind crumbles away unrelated to the fact I watch my dog sleep soundly in her basked beside the kitchen table in front of the radiator.
*Unfinished* Stretch of years between child and adult: Only five or six but don't it seem long. The teenage years where time stops.
"You can't know the world until you explore your backyard first," my father responded to my envy of his travels, so as a little girl I did just that.
As I walked back through the forest, with the leaves crunching under the pressure of my boots, I knew my dad would want a good explanation as to why I was late. The noise of the stream distracted me.
Hello again, today is Sunday, December 2, 1012. Yesterday I took a high school entrance exam that allows you to get into an admissions pool. Reading on, the admission pool is basically a lottery.