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[coleyfelix]

Nick and I
By: Coleyfelix
dedicated to: My childhood friend, Nick. Too bad your a spoiled brat now.
A/N: This is a very small mini-story that is one of many that will eventually be about me and my old friend, Nick. Maybe i'll post more, later.

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Outside it was warm and sunny and flowers were in full bloom. Spring was here, and as I walked across the street, my hand entwind with Mommy's, I dreamed of having a beautiful purple princess dress. If I had a princess dress I would be beautiful. Without it, I was ugly like a boy color.

I wasn't vain, I just wanted to be pretty for once.

Nick's mommy opened the door like she did every day and we made our way inside. I knew were everything was, it was almost a second home to me. Without taking my shoes off, I walked into the second room, the kitchen. Nick was sucking away at a tootsie roll and scirbling in a Mickey Mouse coloring book with a purple crayon.

I really wanted him to let me use the purple crayon.

"What's your fravorate (that's really how we said it lol) color?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the crayon. Say a boy color, I thought, let me use that crayon.

"Purple," he said, holding up the worn-down crayon.

"But... That's a girl color!" I giggled, trying to snatch it away from him.

"No such thing. I can like any color I want," he said, grabbing the purple away.
For a second I just stood there, taking in what he had just explained. "Yeah, huh," I said, thoughtfully. I pulled up a chair and we sat, charing all the colors of the rainbow.

[TheHayleyDoll]

Okay, here's the one about my life in Gr. 7/8 It's called, My Life In The Nut House (my friend chose it.)


As the two entered the lunch room, Em stopped in mid-step. “Oh please.” She said in exasperation. “They’re freaking stockers.” She said, her eyes resting on Luke. “Let’s just get to our…” she trailed off. Ryan was seated at their usual table as well as a mutual friend, Carrie, a gross classmate named Cody who had a crush on Carrie, a blond girl named Jessica (a friend of Em’s and enemy of Bailey’s) and her friend Clorissa. On the other side was Ryan, Stan, a girl named Shamika and a shorter guy with brown hair that was often seen with her. Neither Em or Bailey knew his name. To their right was Vern, and to his right was Stefan. To his right were two empty spaces; right across from Ryan.
“Have fun.” Teased Em under her breath.
“Shut it.” Snapped Bailey. Forcing a flirtatious smile, she sat directly across from him. “Hey Ryan. What’s up?” she asked.
“The sky.” He said sarcastically.
Em rolled her eyes. “Oh please. What is this, the nineties?”
“No. It’s 2006. I thought of all people, you would know that, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes-Squared-Rapist-In-A-Can.” Stefan said, jumping into the conversation.
“What the sh*t?” Bailey snapped, slapping him. Glancing at the hand she had slapped him with, she wiped it off on her jeans. “Gross.”
“I’m seriously going to have to think about getting a new table.” Em sighed, opening her lunch bag.
“I agree. All in favour of Em finding a new table, raise their hands.” Ryan put in, raising both of his. Stefan, Vern, Stan, Cody, Shamika and her friend raised their hands.
“Yes?” Mrs. Fish said, coming over.
“Oh, uh, nothing.” Said Ryan quickly, jerking his hand back down. Shamika, Cody, Vern, Stefan, Stan and Shamika’s friend did the same.
Em rolled her eyes again. “Did you see anybody raise their hands, Bailey? Because I could have sworn a bunch of losers did, but you know, they don’t count for anything.”
“Lame come-back.” Ryan said, nodding his head in mock approval.
Em made a rude gesture, and opened a bag of carrots. “Did you bring a magazine? I think I would feel much better if I had a picture of Orlando Bloom to melt over.”
It was Bailey’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please. You do know that there’s no way you’ll ever marry him.”
“A girl can have her dreams.” Em shot back.
Bailey shrugged, biting into her cheese pizza. She glanced at Ryan, who was staring at her. She lowered the pizza. “What?”
Ryan blinked. “Oh. Nothing.”
Em choked back a laugh.
Bailey glared.
Em glanced away, a smile on her lips. She kept eating, her eyes fixed intently on her carrots.
“Are you going to eat that?” Ryan asked, gesturing to Em’s pizza.
“Uh, yeah. Not like you need the fat anyway.” She retorted.
Ryan laughed in spite of himself. “And you think you need it more than I do?”
Em kicked him. “Shut your face, you retard.”
“Ouch. That hurt.”
“Next time I’ll make sure it does more than hurt.” She threatened icily.
“You really hate me, don’t you?”
“When’d you figure that out?” she shot back.
“Touché.” He said.
“I can see I’m wasting my breath.”
“Then why are you still talking?”
Em kicked him again, and ate her pizza quickly before he had the chance to swipe a slice.
“That was mean of you.” Bailey pointed out, glancing down the table. Everyone else was in their own conversations.
“I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true.” Em said.
The lights went off in the lunch room.
“It’s the hallway Nazi.” Em hissed, glancing at the principal.
“Who’s from the nineties now?” hissed Ryan.
Em made a face and turned her eyes back to the principal, who, she thought, was in need of a major makeover. Now, she was definitely living in the nineties.
“You will now be dismissed,” Mrs. Oh said, “this table can go.” She pointed to their table.
Bailey stood. She had been finished for at least ten minutes.
Emiline pulled her down swiftly. Bailey sat on the benches that were connected to the large cafeteria tables. “I’m not done.” She motioned to her last bit of pizza crust.
Bailey stood. “Well, I think they’ll let you consume that on our way out. You’ll be done by then. It only takes five seconds to eat some pizza.”
“For you, maybe.” Em stated, nodding her head in Luke and Ryan’s direction. “I have my juice, too.”
Bailey realized that this wasn’t about just chomping down food. “Oh, come off it. They won’t bite. They’re just guys.” Bailey gazed at Em, who was very slowly eating her crust. “If anyone bites, it’s us.”
“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to do this.” Em said with a sigh.
“Come on…you know our deal.”
Em looked around the once crowded cafeteria. The only people left were two grade eights, and one other grade seven on the other side of the “seven’s” side. “Fine. But, just to let you know, if something wrong happens, like I end up marrying him, you are so dead.” Em stared at Bailey persistently.
She laughed. “Yeah, I get the point. Now let’s go.”
Stuffing the last of her pizza in her mouth, she stood and followed Bailey. She groaned as she saw Luke and Ryan in the hallway.

That's only the beginning.... MWAH HA HA. (I cut out the very first bit, btw)

[angel_deceiver]

My own pity my deep regret,
all this time that I have spent.

You help make me see,
This person that I don't want to be.

[Candy3yeZ]

this peom is about this guy that treated me like **** wit his noe ea gf when they were goin out
tell me what you think of it please!!??

STILL HAVE FEELINGS
I have feels for you
even after what you
have done to me so many times
I don’t know if I can trust you
with ma heart again
I don’t wont it
to get stopped on by you
who I really trusted before
after all that **** happened
I hide the fact that I still
have feelings for you
from everyone but one person
she doesn’t mind this but will
not be happy if I get hurt by you again
I still have feelings for you
but they are about as
STRONG as before you
stopped all over my heart
and broke it to pieces
I still have feels for you
but im to scared to ask someone
to have you call me
so I can see if you
still have feels for me TOO!

[Hannahmontanagurl123456]

Mina's Journal.
9/17/66
Dear Diary,
today, i went to the first day of Kindergarten. i am 4. i met a Boy today. named Cameron. He Has bright Blue Eyes, and a big smile. He is My new bestest friend.when we met, outside in the playground, i gave him a hug and behind his back, he handed me a flower. Miss.Lilly was Happy that i met a friend. And so was i.Then, He Helded my had and walked me to the park bench. I was afraid that Miss.Lilly would katch us this far away. Then, we sat down, and i looked at my had, still Connected to Cameron's, and Looked up and through his teary eyes. And Slowly and Solemonly, he said the words Mina, I Love you. Then, Withought giving me any time to say anything, he Kissed me. Right in the cheek. Then He Came up from our kiss and Smiled at me. then, the words spat right out of my mouth, I Love you. then, with that, we walked away together. it was time to go back home. i think that i have met my new bestest friend, and also, my true love.
9/18/66
Dear, Diary.
Today, i woke up at 6:am this morning, to do the usual,my chores.Nobody was at home, and i was really bored. So while i was cleaning the pots and pans in the basement, i saw the Dark red Closet. the dark red closet was a place i have always wanted to go into and see what was inside, but it would be too hard to get Past Mother and Father. They Would beat me..more then they usally do.Dad said it was none of my buisness what so ever. So today, since nobody was home, i decided to chance it. So I Laid my broom down, next to the corridors and took a chance. slowly, i eased open the door and it was completly dark. Then, Something Closed the Door behind me...after that, i was already too scared to go any further and turn on the light. But i did.. Shaking and Shivering in my Old Raggety Green Dress, I turned around and Clicked on the light.And there, Right Before me, was a body. Wrapped in white silk, bundled up in all the Puffy coats.Who was it i wondered. So i slowly turned the body around, and unwrapped all of the coats, and there, a knife stuck in his chest, laid my new bestest friend, Cameron.
9/19/66
dear diary.
I cant write much today.
Daddy Found out that i was in the closet and Whipped me really hard. Now, my hands are bruised and my head hurts really badly. he Left now. he said he was out to go get something and then he smirked at me. Im scared. But ma is still home, making sure i dont do anything more suspiciously. but who DID kill Cameron? Just writing this makes me kringe. I mean, I wonder if the body is still there. I wonder if Daddy Killed Cameron. Probably. that fat lard! IM SICK OF MY PARENTS.sometimes, i wish i was NEVER born!! I just want to go to a place thats goOd! my world is so mashed up. Mother usally Beats me but this morning, she left that to father. Today, all she did was call me dirty names and Push Me through my closet. Im not allowed to go to kindergarten today. Dad wont let me go. He Dosent like the idea of me meeting others. I cant wait to die. I think i will try to go back down to that Closet. But..wait. who was the one who closed the door behind me? was it father? or Mother? or Not. Ill find out. I am going down to that closet!!
9/20/66
Ok. Today, I went down to the closet.you wouldnt blieve what i saw. I saw a note. while i was walking down the steps, there was a wad of paper next to the stair vents. Then My last tooth fell out. most of them where already gone though because daddy already knocked them out when he punched me. Ow. i can still taste the blood. but then, when i grabbed the scrap of paper, i herd footsteps. Closer and Closer.


kay..
XD
i worte that.
no copying please

[Hannahmontanagurl123456]

a poem i wrote.

With you
one night, i wished upon a star.
and all my dreams came true.
well of of them but,
one was to be with you.
but then i saw you with her,
and it crushed all my dreams,
and in gym class you picked her,
to be in all 5 of your basketball teams.
so why cant i be,
the special one,
the chosen one.
to be..
with you.

[angel_deceiver]

omg I love your stuff hannamontangurl....

[Danica_Shardae]

"Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all." ~~ Emily Di ckinson

[CutiezRox121]

Faith

Faith comes from loving hearts
Faith comes from the simplest art
Faith come in different forms
Like Love, Strength and even Song!
But there's only one kind of Faith that everyone has,
and that's the Faith you have in yourself

LOL, it's kinda cruddy...but I wanted to post here so whatever.

[Miranda_]

Room For One More.

By the way, I have no idea who wrote this; however, it wasn't me. I just think the story is really clever and very spooky, so I'm posting it here.

A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels.

She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, "There's room for one more."

She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her.

She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it (an up-to-date thing at that time). She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, "There's room for one more."

It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. "No, thank you," said the woman. "I'll walk down." She turned away a little bit disturbed, and then the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and everybody in it was killed.