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It is really unbelievable how the things you never thought possible come real... #love 2 years ago, I was in comic class. I remember that day so well, when he entered the room. He was huge.
The words you said make me sore,. None good all bad negatives galore,. You told me you think I'm thick as shit,. And ugly inside not likeable one bit,. All I've done is try and please you,.
Part 19: "Just a guess is all" she said smiling at me. "Good guess" I giggled. "Hey I gotta go okay but I'll talk to you after school" she said quickly.
Part 4: At lunch I sat alone for awhile starting at the table trying to clear my head. I look up to see my other friends at the table with me.
This nickname came from my mum I don't understand as I'm not one She always used to call me it in jest I never understood, I wasn't like the rest I was the girl others came to if in need I hated how...
F O L L E A O H R I O F W T...
How to survive a horror movie: -Don't walk around saying "hello?" like the killer is going to reply "yah I'm in the kitchen want a sandwich.
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Susan had dated Bob for some time, so long in fact that she was more than ready for intimacy with her gentleman friend.
Chapter 36 He looked at me and studied my face. He gave me a smile and told me he was only 14. " so, do you like living here?".
After about an hour of basic horse Care training we tacked back up and loaded up the supplies. I help Tom up onto lightning and handed him the reighns I patted lightning comfortingly on the kneck.
Chapter 4 I stood in complete silence apart from Fortis who was sat in complete silence.
I told myself that nothing you would do from now on would hurt me. I was sadly mistaken. I stayed by your side like a shadow.
Killing is my Profession I slit his throat rather too quickly. Now, I regretted having to do it as it took away my artistic skills in creating a masterpiece of his death rather than an ordinary one.
I needed a guy who no matter what kept me top of his list. I needed a guy that a change in my mood he wouldn't dismiss. I needed a guy whose actions would tell me how much I'm loved.
CRUNCH. I land on the ground. Snow is falling around me, but when I look closer, it appears to be poems.
My father disappeared three months ago. My family will now never be the same. I lye in bed everyday waiting for a miracle. For my father to return.
Wow.... I guess this is my 200th Opuss. I would just like to thank all the Opussians who have helped me get this far, especially my 88 wonderful followers.
CHAPTER ONE - A Sparkly Mission "Hey Stephanie, where'd you put the flashlights. We are going to be late!" Grace began to look frantically around the room.
They wished each other well. Tho he could never really tell. What was on her fragile mind. Over again and now for the last time. He felt himself slipping away inside.
She browses on the Internet, To find a little more, For when she looks upon her name, The subject's rather sore. She's never really liked her name, Not catchy, cute or cool...
One of the stranger things about this thing is the fact that I can just write as I usually would, sitting here at this desk, and yet have the characters I created sitting around me, living and...
The young girl walked down the hallway with her mother on one side, and a boy of the same age on the other.