Girl, I will cut yo' face.

As I weaved through the crowded hallway, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student or something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallway made me dizzy with fear. I stood in this hallway and whined, begging for her not to leave. This is where I shared the last hug I will ever share with Annabella. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When you know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I had a hard life. We all do. I lived in a small mountain town in North Carolina...

Please note: Everything before the dotted line thing is not done by me, it is done by
ak-47. Just a couple differences in our writing: 1 They did theirs in 3rd person, I’m doing mine in 1st, point of view Dib. 2, They mention Dib is in pajamas, in mine Dib is in his normal clothes. Oh, and this story will continue. This is just the first part. Ok, here it is…

Dib stumbled out from the door, coughing and wheezing. He took a few steps forward before turning his eyes, red rimmed with smoke and exhaustion towards his burning house.
"Dad! Gaz!"
With a burst of adrenaline, he sped back towards...

I'm here to tell you that I love you.
I'm here to hold your hand.
You're here to tell me that you hate me.
You take my hand and throw it back.

I'm here to tell you that I'm yours forever.
You're here to say, no, and never.
I'm here to explain that you're the best.
You're here to tell me you could care less.

I'm here to hug you when you're sad.
You're here to tell me my hugs are bad.
I'm here to tell you how smart you are.
You're here to say smart I'm far from.

I'm here to tell you that I love you.
I'm here to hold your hand.
You're here to tell me that you hate me.
You take my hand and throw it back.

I'm here...

Before you read this, note that this is not in anyway encouraging the abuse of illegal, or even legal substances. This is simply stating that it will take you down a dark road - one that once you start, you can't go back. You'll be falling through quicksand, without arms, and no one's going to pull you out.

I am lost.
An impossible path I'd sought.
But only treachery it brought.
And pre-decided fights I had fought -
All of which I, unfortunately, lost.

Loved, I am, and also feared.
Silence blares, it rings out clear.
Yet, we stay together, huddled near.
The silence is still all I can hear.

Lies persist...

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I'm a little pawn still in your game
And you ignore my advances
I turn my head and I look away
But I can't control my eyes are on you

Oh, you're on the run and I'm chasing you
Feels like war with all your glances
I'm just a boy without a clue
And I can't control following you

But it's alright, alright with me
it's alright, alright with me
it's alright, alright with me
it's alright, alright with me

I know you better than you know
You can fight but it's not over
I say to stop but you start to go
I guess that means it's L-O-V-E

I say to look but you turn away
I say we put our best foot forward
Will you believe,...

mysterious love

- chapter 13-





"Ok you can open them now."
When I opened my eyes my mouth droped.
"Go carts! How did...when did...THATS AWESOME!"
He laughed "I thought you would like them."
"Well you were right! " Then I realized I was acting like a 6 year old in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen.
"I mean umm... there...great?"
"Dont worry your not acting like a six year old." Mathew smiled at me.

How did he no that?


Then of course me being me.i
I said the stupied possible thing any body could EVER say.

"You look so cute when you smile like that." I could just imagin the big hearts in my eyes....

Angelas POV

-Jenna, Jenna, wake up!!-I said
-Huh..I'm awake, mum. I'm awake. School time?!-She answered
-No, silly, it's Angela.
-Angela? What da.?
-Listen, and listen carefully. I'm a werewolf. I'll show you.
-Hahaha.-She started laughing!
-Shut up, and listen, Jenna! PLEASE! And I have a talent..My dreams are actually reality. Whatever I do in my dreams actually happens. If I dream in Paris, I will really be in Paris! I can take pictures and do everything like when I'm awake.
-Angela, why are you kidding with me?
-I'm not-I yelled -Please believe me, please!
-Show me!
-Okay. Jump on my back!

After...

This is my first fanfiction.I hope you like it. Please comment down below about what you like, what you don’t like, and what you want to see next.Short chapter.

Introduction:
A penpal relationship is often used to practice reading and writing in a foreign language, to improve literacy, to learn more about other countries and life-styles, and to make friendships. As with any friendships in life, some people remain penpals for only a short time, while others continue to exchange letters and presents life-long. Some penpals eventually arrange to meet face to face. Some pen pals even get married....

1. Do you like pie?

2. Are you, or have you ever been a squirrel?

3. Are you afraid of Pancakes?

4. Are you a people person or a person people?

5. How many months are in a watermelon?

6. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were an apple?

7. Have you ever wanted to know if your best friend was a Nazi, too?

8. Can you get me a soda?

9. Why is water so dry?

10. Have you ever wanted to be and Illegal Alien from Outer Mexico? (No offense to Mexicans)

11. Are people actually rabid horses?

12. Have you ever eaten the ear of a snake?

13. Do you have a sword handy?

14. Do you like pie?

15. Am I weird...

The Brittish Nursery Rhyme about Bloody Mary - Mary Tudor - or Mary I.

Mary Mary quite contrary,
how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row

We thought it was about a girl named Mary who liked gardening or something - WRONG.

It is in fact about Mary Tudor, or, more commenly reffered to as Bloody Mary.

Contrary - Means changing things just for the sake of it (Mary Tudor changed Britain back into a Roman Catholic country after her father and her brother changed it into a Protestant way)

How does your Garden Grow? - Mary wanted a baby very badly, but she...

1. AT DINNER: Look at your parent with crazy eyes, and whenever they say something, repeat the last word.

2. When they say, "What are you doing?", say, "What are YOU doing?" (emphasize the YOU)

3. IN THE LIVING ROOM: Tell your sibling to hide behind the couch until you give them the signal. Call your parent into the room. Start crying and say "Mom! Dad! (sibling's name) ran away! Call the police!" When they call the police, give your sibling the signal. Enjoy parents reactions. (WARNING: ATTEMPT THIS ONE AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!)

4. WHEN THEY MAKE SOMETHING GROSS FOR DINNER: Ask them which restaurant...