Thinking of Someone Special (ME)

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Chapter 11
    Those days and those nights
    I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful oleh just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
    People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
    So far since...

oleh the time I got to the small shopping center in my ever smaller town, my Jeep had stalled twice, the window was stuck half way and the little light on the dash was flashing. Could it get any worst? Better not say that in case something did happen.
I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in my bag and slammed the door.

“Julie! Over here! Juuuuulie!” Sophie was almost standing on her chair in the food court waving her hands in the air like a lunatic. “What took so long? I've been waiting for like 3 hours!” she berkata when I finally managed to weave my way through the other people there. “I...

(I hate it when stories are not in paragraph form but I don't have time to change mine and out it in paragraph form. beruang with me until the summer)

Chapter One The Last One Standing
I stared at the glorious sun shining through the thick glass windows. Why did I have to be caged inside of this place while my friends were enjoying their summers? Johnny boasted all about how his parents were taking him all of the way to India. I have never been to India. Marcus, my other best friend, berkata he was going to spend most of his summers staying inside relaxing. What am I doing? I am stuck here. Apparently,...

This one's from Lisa PoV
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During hall time, I saw Zoë and Ash sitting on the steps together. Ash had his head on Zoë’s shoulder. Zoë had wrapped her arms around his neck and was stroking his hair, whispering to him. She looked up when I came over.
    “Is he okay?” I whispered.
    “He’ll be alright,” she said.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. “He won’t tell me. He doesn’t want to go home, though. Like,...

Okay, I changed Wesley from being homosexual to being pansexual. Just so anda guys know.
Also, this chapter's from Zoë's point of view.

We had a substitute teacher. They’re the only ones who ever bother with the roll call. The other teachers do it for the first three days of school and then just give up on it.
    The substitute was one of those grumpy old ladies with the white hair and thin glasses that she wore on the end of her nose. She introduced herself as Ms. Norman. She pronounced it Mizzzzzz, drawing out the Z so she sounded like a bumble bee.
    She...

Ryker

“Ryker Fargo, please laporan to the office; Ryker Fargo.”
    Um, no, I won’t laporan to the office. It’s stupid that they call anda on the loudspeakers to the office. Sound can’t make me go.
    I was in the library. Hiding, really, so I wouldn’t have to go. What if someone had figured out that I was the smoker?
    I was searching through the library. No sign of Ms. Levitt. Maybe she wasn’t here today. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, took a drag.
    I heard the door opening. I snuffed...

Author's Note: Sorry I took so long with this chapter!
I was just so busy!
And as usual please komentar it anda loved it atau if anda found something wrong with it,cause I really want to improve my writing!
Lynn ❤
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Part Three:
In front of her was a sleeping girl hung oleh manacles from her wrists,she was on her knees head tilted downwards causing a mane of Jet Black hair to cover her face,and extending along both her arms were X shaped scars still oozing blood she wore what looked like a white sheet that covered her chest to just...

Note: to those who are membaca this and like it, I will take requests, as long as:
1) It doesn't interfere with what I've already written
2) It doesn't create a new character

Sometimes I hate school so frigging much. Actually, I wouldn’t mind it so much, except for no one really likes me. See, I’m real social. So when the only people I have to talk to is a budding juvenile delinquent, a geek with freckles and braces, a hyper redheaded girl, and a sarcastic blond (Quin can get really sarcastic sometimes), anda can understand why I feel like that.
    Don’t get me wrong....

Ryker's point of view.
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I couldn’t go home. I just couldn’t make myself. I knew Sami was there, waiting, but I was worried if I got beat one lebih time, it would kill me. Then who would take care of Sami?
    I leaned against a large building and thought. Should I at least go tell her where I was? But then He might catch me. I decided that I wouldn’t go today. That would make sure that I was alive to take care of her. Anyway, I needed to sell what was in my backpack.
    I...

This chapter's from Ryker's point of view.
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I left school early. I did every Wednesday (which it was). I had business to do with someone, and they weren’t patient.
    I walked home. Do that every day. Mostly ‘cause I don’t want anyone to see where I live.
    It’s a pretty rough place. Gotta watch your back, atau you’re gonna get a bullet in it.
    I walked into a short alleyway. I was in the rough parts now. I listened to make sure no one was there. When...

(Sorry for the delay, guys. I hope the selanjutnya installment won't take quite as long. I'm not sure if it will be flabaloobalah atau me posting. Hope anda guys enjoy!)

I woke with a start at the deafening sound of my alarm clock screaming in my ear like a possessed bee. I squinted and checked the time--5:30--and rubbed my eyes. Why was it so early? Then I remembered: I had to work on my school project. I groaned and reluctantly threw myself out of my super-warm, super-comfy tempat tidur into the cold, pitch-blackness of my bedroom. Drunk with sleepiness, I stumbled over to my meja tulis, meja and fell into the chair. I...

hey, so its been a really long time since I've diposting anything on here so i needed something to get me started again. I've been membaca Pourquoi tales, so stories explaining how something came to be. I wanted to write my own so mines about the Rose. I hope anda like it. If anda do please komentar :)
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"Arissa why do anda look sad? Are anda displeased with our new now?" Asked Christophe as he watched his wife approach there bunga garden.
"Our halaman awal is lovely, there is so much luar angkasa to roam and the garden is beautiful" she replied.
"Then why so sad?" Christophe asked...