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The Last CallTo those who fight for our country.
To those who lost their beloveds in battle.
To those who risk their lives for people who don't deserve it.
To those who are going to die, but don't realize it yet.
I leaned against the wall of the subway and watched through the colorful blurs of gray painted walls. Trying to ignore the loud chatter of the people around me, I pulled out my phone and decided to try texting someone to pass the time. To my utter astonishment, my phone began to ring as I held the device in my hand. I looked at the caller ID and smiled widely.
John, it read.
Excited, I answered the phone with a wide smile plastered across my face. "John, I miss you so much! I'm so glad you called!"
"It's nice to hear your voice," Came his husky voice. I laughed and held the phone closer to my ear, not wanting to miss any second of this conversation, for I may not have another call for another month or so.
"It's nice to hear yours too," I breathed. "How is it over there?"
Why Would You? Zoe walked to class with books pressed tightly against her chest. Walking silently down the corridor with her head memorized by the wall she walked by a group of girls who grabbed her backpack and yanked her to the floor. Her butt landed on the floor with a loud "THUD".
Damn, now that's going to leave a mark.
The girls just laughed and pointed while she quickly tried picking up the books that lay scattered on the floor of the school corridor. Zoe felt the tears coming on.
Not in front of these freaks.
"What a loser."
"What a loser."
I pressed my pen against the lined paper and crossed out the sentence I had just taken three seconds of my life to write. As I sat completely uninterested by my biology teacher's lecture I had taken th
50 Reasons Why I Love Myself50 Reasons Why I Love Myself
1. I'm intelligent.
2. I'm kind.
3. I stand up for others and for myself.
4. I am not pushed around.
5. I am strong.
6. I have friends who care about me.
7. I try and keep my trust issues locked away.
8. I focus on the present.
9. I get good grades.
10. I am Australian.
11. I am a brunette.
12. I am not fat.
13. I am not ugly.
14. I am a wonderful writer.
15. I love everyone equally.
16. I think of friends often.
17. I am powerful.
18. I am determined.
19. I can do anything I put my mind to.
20. I can sing.
21. I can dance.
22. I can play instruments.
23. I have beautiful eyes.
24. I'm not afraid to be myself when it comes down to most things.
25. I am sweet.
26. I am funny.
27. I like to help.
28. I am better than bullies.
29. I am not a bully.
30. I am not a cruel person.
31. I don't really care what you think of me.
32. I am awesome.
33. I am straight.
34. I love Pokemon.
35. I am crazy.
36. I am a girl.
37. I enjoy hanging out with guys.
38. I am not a
Inner DemonsThey always gossip.
They chatter as if I can't hear them.
'What a waste of space.'
'She got scolded again today.' One giggled.
'Pathetic, isn't it?' The other agreed.
I don't feel comfortable talking about my problems. Not to my friends, or my family. I always get those judgmental looks.
All I have is myself.
But that's even worse.
I sob quietly in the corner next to the balcony. I pick up a pen and pad. Shakily opening it up, I do what I usually do.
Express myself in the only way I know how.
Tears stain the pad and the fresh ink gets smeared. Fighting the tears back with everything I have, only to end up in vain. Tears flow even harder, and their voices get louder.
'Look at you. How disgusting.' They giggle sadistically.
I look to the balcony, my thoughts getting darker.
'What are you waiting for? Go on, foolish girl.' They taunt, mock dripping from their voices.
Warily getting up, I slide the door open an
What if...What if in the last line of the Harry Potter series it said...
..."Then Harry woke up in his bed under the staircase."?
Proud"Mommy, Mommy!" I scream excitedly, shoving my final for math in my mother's face. "I got an A- on my final! Aren't you proud of me?"
"Why, I am Zoe!" She says, taking the sheet of paper from me. "Did this bump your grade up any?"
"Uh, well " I mutter, scratching the back of my head. "I'm still at a B It only bumped my percentage up."
"Well," She murmured, handing the paper back me to. "Then that was useless to show me this. I am proud of you, but you should have tried to bring your grade up to at least a B+. Don't you think?"
"Yeah, but I'm sort of satisfied with a B. I mean, I tried really hard to keep that B up after all." I explain.
"You should never be satisfied with what you have!" She says. "This will affect your grading in college!"
"It's a B, mom." I say, feeling a lump in my throat. "I'll be fine."
"This is such a shame." She scoffs, turning back to her cooking. "You should consider retaking it sometime doing high school so it doesn't affect your college choi
That girlIt started off with simple things.
"She wears glasses!" one girl would call out to everyone else. One laugh was followed by 20 others. Glasses would be hidden or broken. ________ was too scared to tell her parents every time it happened. She was punished severely for every pair.
"She has braces!" the same girl would point out. The laughter would start once again and it wouldn't be expected to stop for the next few months. ________ had to endure the teasing and be cautious of the pranks set to sabotage her braces. She had to try to pay back the money spent on fixing her braces.
"She looks ugly!" miss popular now says, egging the others on to join in.
________ didn't know what to do about the things that had been thrown in her face and at her clothes. She never dared to ask her mother for new clothes.
"Nice dress." she would jab sarcastically while tripping _______ into the pile of mud before her. ________'s new dress was ruined and her mother scolded her and never bought her another dre
The World We KnowIn our world, The Sin is dangerous.
It is hardly ever spoken of aloud, just as The Last War is. The Last War is referred to as The Accident, as to not sound as scary and cause people to feel fear and pass out. The Accident sounds more innocent and doesn't have people pointing fingers at who was responsible.
Before The Last War, people could do it all the time. Some enough to dry themselves up. The Sin was a normal thing and could sometimes even be called beautiful or innocent. But not any longer. It is frowned upon greatly, just as most emotions are.
The Sin became feared after The Accident.
The Last War is true to its name. It was the last war on Earth and it ruined it.
The Last War resulted in the accidental release of a dangerous chemical. It was released from the spaceships that were stationed in a circle around the earth as a safety strategy ordered by the only neutral country, the United States. They thought that with their new experimental discovery, they could temporarily par
Don't Go (The Infernal Devices)
The boy coughed again and Will winced. He couldn't stand it. He hated not knowing which breath would be his best friend's last. Will wriggled in his chair and glanced at the silver haired boy who was tossing restlessly in his sleep.
"Is he going to be okay?" Tessa's soft voice floated in from the hallway and Will felt his heart ache.
He shook his head. "I don't know Tess..."
Tessa came in further and knelt beside Jem, putting a hand on his forehead. "He's burning up..."
Will fought back the tears that he was so used to hiding. There was nothing he could say to her. He was watching his brother and her husband die, and he couldn't find any comforting words.
Tessa looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she smoothed back Jem's silver hair. Her breath was shaking slightly and her eyes were shining with unshed tears. She was being strong.
"Tess," Will buried his head in his hands and took deep breaths.
"Will..." Tessa put her hand on the dark haired boy's shoulde
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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