steffiekprice asked:


Im just wondering, all I know is she would have been in the Clique but unfortunatley all the girls must share clothes and she is too tall. So please tell me(:

This Calls For A Sexi Party asked:

ok, My story is call “GIRL IN AN ALL BOYS BOARDING SCHOOL”

this is the last chapter i did….

Chapter 9I will sing for you

We stood there staring at the theme park for a while and then I led the boys into the abandoned theme park and we saw….

Broken roller coasters, old cotton candy stands, the old Ferris wheel and a lot more broken down rides and stands.

First we walked around the place and broke some things. It was heaps of fun. Then for some weird reason we started playing hide and seek.

Later when Jay was chasing me around the whole place I fell to the ground and he said he fell on top of me “by accident”. We started kissing and then we got bored with it so we all started lying in the tall grass and watching the stars.

Then I had an idea, “guys, lets play truth or dare” they all agreed and we all dared each other to do crap and bla bla bla. Then I thought of the greatest dare alive. “Matt, I dare you to…GO ON THE FERRIS WHEEL. Mwuhahaha.” “Uhh, but are you sure it’s safe” he said scared. “Look if you don’t go on it you have to kiss Chris.” Chris just sighed. “Ugh, fine I will go on it, but if I die then Dann please sue her for me.” He joked.

He hopped in one of the cages and I checked the thing that starts the Ferris wheel. It worked “holy **** it works” I said out loud. The other guys just sat there cheering Matt. I started the ride and it was creaking.

Then At the top while we watched him scared shitless we heard a big bang and saw dust everywhere. One of the poles that hold the Ferris wheel up snapped. “SHIT, NOOOOO MATT I WILL SAVE YOU” I yelled and ran over to stop the Ferris wheel to stop it. “HALP ME” yelled Matt. But it was too late. The Ferris wheel was already stumbling over and Jay grabbed me before it crashed, but I was trying to get out of his arms yelling “MATT, NOOO MATT” I started crying and when the whole thing fell down I got out of Jay’s arms and ran over to the coaster.

I ran over a bits and pieces that were lying everywhere looking for Matt. Then I saw him, it was something that I never wanted to see. Matt’s body was lying there lifeless and cover in dust and blood. I fell to the ground crying and yelling “IT’S ALL MY FAULT, WHAT HAVE I DONE” Jay came over to comfort me “babe, it’s not your fault, accidents happen. You didn’t know what was going to happen.” he pulled me up off the ground and turned my head around so I couldn’t see Matt’s lifeless body. Dann and Chris ran over to his body. Dann tried to feel for a pulse but there was nothing. Jay and Dann sat with me trying to comfort me. Then Dann rang 000 and told them where we were.

But Chris was sitting next to Matt’s body crying. He was really upset but I don’t know why because Chris and Matt never talked much.

When the police came they took all of us back to the school and told the principal. Then they left and said they would be back for more questioning later. The principal made us all sit down and he looked very sad, there was no anger on his face though. “Why, why did you all sneak out? He said calmly, I quickly replied to him “we all were bored and I suggested that we should go there, and I dared Matt to go on the coaster and…yea” “sigh; just go back to your rooms ok.”

We did and I cried myself to sleep with Jay beside me the whole time comforting me and singing to me, he is so sweet and romantic. I was thinking about his funeral in the next few days and I was thinking what I should say….

I will sing for you Mattie…

Ok…there it is…lol…it is kinda sad…also the whole novel is about a girl who is accidently sent to a boy school by her step mother and she has a lot of “problems” and friends and she gets pregnant at 16 (she doesn’t now she is pregnant yet) and i am thinking of doing a funernal for matt in the next chapter…anyone have any other suggestions…

Rachaelle x asked:

‘Luelle, over here!’ my best friend Angel shouted from somewhere in the busy school rush, waving her arms madly so I could spot her. Sure enough, I saw her pretty brunette head bob up a few times, and so I pushed my way through the crowd towards her. Before I could reach her, though, I was stopped by Alan Tennwick, that geek.
‘Oi, Lu-babes,’ Tennwick leered, a lustful glint in his eye. ‘Johnson said he fancies having a slap at your peachy ***.’
Disgusted, I flipped Tennwick the finger and worked my way through the mass of students to Angel, who was waiting on the other side. I noticed she had rolled up her regulation black pleated school skirt twice, that she had applied wine red lipgloss and dark brown mascara, and that she was beaming from ear to ear. I said happily, ‘Hey hun, what’s got you up dressed so nice? Want to impress a guy on the way home so you can ditch me?’ I teased her and her face flushed slightly.
‘No, no guY,’ she smiled, looking away to something and twiddling her glossy, naturally curly chestnut hair in her fingers. ‘Shall we get going then? We could go to yours – you have the biggest clothes collection I’ve ever seen, after all!’ She laughed and so did I – my ebony wardrobe was absolutely huge, and I still had designer bags with lots of clothes in shoved next to it!
‘Okay,’ I smiled, and shrugged my school bag back on my shoulder. We weaved our way through the students and out of those school gates for the weekend! I couldn’t wait. We had planned to go to the local pub to start off with, and then move on to the hottest night club in the city, Escapades, partying until four in the morning or later!
It was both our sixteenth birthdays, after all, and we sure could pass for eighteen! We looked like eighteen year olds, anyway. Angel was a tall brunette with tanned skin and grey eyes which I did adore actually. I was a slightly shorter, but still tall, natural platinum blonde with honey-brown eyes. We both had slim figures, but still had curves in the right places.
When we approached my new car, a sleek and **** obsidian Lamborghini Murcielago, I flicked the switch for the car to unlock and it did so perfectly. I slid into the driver’s seat and Angel clambered in next to me, sighing at the feel of the comfortable lush seats. My dad had bought me this car for my birthday – it had cost over two hundred thousand pounds, but he could certainly afford that and it was so worth it.
Swiftly I started up the engine and soon we were rocketing up the motorway, driving at an extremely fast pace towards my family mansion, just outside Wiltshire, where my school, Dane Hall Secondary School (a mixed private school), resided. I and Angel kept up a friendly banter all the way, and when we reached my house, Angel gasped slightly like she always does. She may have an extravagant house, but my dad makes bloody loads. I often wonder how, but he never really tells us, and if he does, it’s so vague I can’t decipher a true answer.
Soon, we were walking through the extravagantly decorated hallway that led towards my bedroom, and I pushed open the beautifully made ebony double doors. I and Angel both had already kicked off our high heeled black school shoes around eight or nine corridors ago, so we just flopped on the extremely comfortable bed and relaxed for a minute.
Then Angel sat up and a gleeful smile spread across her face. ‘Now, Luelle, let’s raid your wardrobe.’

Three hours later, I and Angel were dressed up to the nines, looking quite **** if I say so myself. I was wearing a tight black corset dress which was decorated by really cute blood red ribbon ties. It reached just past the middle of my alabaster thighs and skimmed my pert bum! I had my hair in a half up and half down style, with the two ponytails tied with a blood scarlet ribbon and the rest of my luminescent, shimmering blonde hair cascading down my back. With this I was wearing horizontally striped long socks which went roughly to my knees and were slightly different lengths – the stripes were black and blood red and had a red ribbon on each. With all this I wore my trusty old Converse and a touch of wine red lipstick.
Ever a fashion icon, Angel had decided to wear my cute gothic ****** black and aqua dress. It had a beautiful corset top but it went out for the skirt; a bit like a Fifties skirt. She also wore striped long socks – the same as mine except they were the black and turquoise version. She wore black and white Sketchers on her dainty feet and had applied wet-look mascara, clear shimmering lipgloss and a touch of liquid eyeliner, setting off the look. She even slid in a cute little turquoise star clip which seemed to sparkle beautifully!
Angel looked at me, winked, and said, ‘Okay, let’s go already, Lu!’ Identical grins spread across our beautifully made up faces and we sprinted through the many
cathryn06 – MY posh private school is called Polam Hall Secondary. =B Soz, hunnie.

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Skylar sat happily on the bus seat next to her adorable boyfriend, Avery.
She lay on him while his arm around her and her head on his chest. Skylar was short, had long wavy brown hair, and amazing green eyes. Her features were dark and they stood out. She was skinny and muscular from swimming. Avery was tall, pale, and had grayish blonde hair. His lips were round and puffy but thin. He had big round eyes that were colored a bright cerulean blue. His look made you quiver as he walked past you, not in fear but, in the sense that your heart raced. He held Skylar close in his arm making sure he never let his grip up. He was very protective of her and would never let her go. Skylar was curled up with her feet on the seat and her palm on his inner thigh.
The bus stopped and Skylar stood up, waved good-bye to her friends for the weekend, and walked slowly off the bus followed sharply by Avery. She dropped her bag in the grass and lay down. Avery dropped his bag next to Skylars’ and walked to the other side next to her. He plopped down on the grass and began to play with the dead leaves on the ground. The autumn air was crisp and dry. The cold air bothered neither of them. Avery enjoyed autumn most out of all the seasons.
Skylar turned to him. “Babe, ready to head in?” She sat up next to him and took his always warm hands.
“Yeah.” He said with a smile toward her. He dropped her hand, got up, helped her up, and grabbed her hand again. They sauntered down the long driveway to the small house that Skylar lived in. They walked in and threw their book bags on Skylar’s bed. They walked over to the couch and Avery sat down.
“Want anything to eat?” Skylar asked as she went toward the kitchen.
“No, thank you. I believe I’m okay for now.” He replied with a smirk as she turned toward the living room. She set her drink on the table and began to cuddle with Avery. He turned the television to the music station. She looked at him with a grin.
“What do you think your doing, big boy?” She asked him.
“I think I just turned on some romantic music for the two hours we have alone.”
“Oh? So what does that mean?” She gave him a **** smile. He kissed her neck. She quivered as her heart began to pound. They had done this every time he came over and yet, her heart still couldn’t bear it. She grabbed the back of his head and moved it so that he kissed her mouth. He laid her on the couch and put himself over her holding himself up with his arms.
“Wait.” She said. He looked at her questioningly, but stood up so she could get up. “Before we start any of that, let me change out of my dorky uniform?”
“Of course. But why not just take it off right here? We can pretend I’m not here and you can do what you usually do.” He said with a hopeful grin on his face. When no one was home, Skylar enjoyed walking around the house without clothes on. She felt free and liked the air.
“But you are here. I’ll be right back.” She ambled to her bed room, waiting for Avery to walk in on her changing. She slipped off her skirt and watched the door. As she turned to take off her jacket Avery managed to slip himself in. “And just what do you think your doing?” She went to sit on his lap as he sat down on her computer chair.
“I thought I could help with picking an outfit out.” He raised an eyebrow in hopes. She stood up, took off her jacket and bent down to look for some pants.
“Crap. I have to run downstairs to the laundry room.”
“For what?” He said following her down the steep, wide stairs.
“For some pants.” She returned, looking in her clean clothes. He chuckled at her remark. She bent over looking in the dryer. “Stop looking at my ****.” She told him smiling.
“It’s just there. I can’t help it.” He said still looking. She grabbed some dark jeans and held them up for Avery’s approval. He nodded.
“I don’t have a **** so you can stair at the flat part where my **** is supposed to be.” She gave him a half smile, half frown.
“You have a fantastic ****.”
“I do not!” She retorted quickly, with a pouting face. He held his arms open in a motion to give her a hug. She ran to him, still holding her pants and he wrapped his arms around her. He held her back and she looked up at him, into his eyes.
“Your **** is good enough for me.” He said with a half smile. She gazed at him. She accepted his words and laid her head on his chest again. She yawned and slipped out of his arms to put her jeans on. They walked up stairs. She ran to the couch and Avery ran after her tickling her. She laid down, back to the leather, and started squealing and giggling. He laid on top of her as he did when they began kissing. She pecked his lips quickly and smirked at him, giving him a teasing look. He looked at her and tickled her sides once more. She squirmed and he kissed her mouth again. She took it and kissed him back again and again and again. She was hypnotized.

~Two~
“Girl, you are so lucky!!” screeched Sk
forget the ~two~ part.

Billie Jean asked:

I violently threw the copy ‘Romeo and Juliet’ across the room venting out my anger. I don’t usually throw books around. I think books should be respected like another piece of work because so much effort has been put to it.

But I wasn’t in the mood for self-preaching.

A soft knock on the door made my ****** expression ease, my frown lines disappeared.

“What?” I asked nonchalantly. Didn’t really take a genius to guess who was behind that door. Adrian came in with his usual goofy grin and roughed up ‘sex-hair’. He was a tall, well built youth with a dazed, half-asleep expression which he wore most of the time. His smoker’s voice was always recognisable and his optimistic spirit rubbed off on anyone he met. He was my next door neighbour. A very bothersome one.

“Good morning good lookin’, how was your weekend?” he cooed as he stepped into my apartment. He stretched and plopped on the couch lighting up a cigarette, expertly handling the lighter and concentrating on the flame that touched the tip of the ***. I grabbed it out of his mouth and threw it in the bin, adding in a glare to express my aggravation. He failed at giving me puppy eyes and terrible pout

“You know I **** it when you smoke” I said continuing the essay on Shakespeare’s play. He sat still observing my profile. It irritated me when someone stared, particularly when I was working. Adrian was one of those people who couldn’t feel the mood of the atmosphere, or someone’s displease, or feel the situation when they are clearly not wanted.

“Aww you care for my well-being luv? I’m truly touched” he replied, his arm snaking around my shoulders.

“I care for the well-being of my hard earned apartment, now get off me. And get out! I’m working” I yelled shrugging of his heavy arm off. He returned his arm and looked at my essay.

“Ah the romantic old classics” he smiled scanning through it with his eyes. I scrunched my nose at his remark

“Are you serious? You like this old crap?” I ask without hiding my repugnance. . He sat up dramatically pressing his hand over his heart

“Of course! It’s like the king of romances! Come on, don’t tell me you don’t. Okay thou way of writing can be improved, but the plot is genius!” he expressed himself enthusiastically. I wrinkled my nose in disgust

“I don’t like any part of it. It’s a waste of my time and patience” I mumbled angrily. It was Adrian’s turn to frown; he crossed his hands over his chest and waited for me to explain my disappointment. “It’s pathetic. Why would you throw away the life someone loved, how did ******* solve their problem? Romeo is an idiot, first it was Rosaline, Juliet was just a rebound. All he wanted was sex, he wouldn’t have left the Rosa girl if she didn’t turn into a nun. God I can go on all day about my dislike for that terrible play”

Adrian rolled his eyes and put his arm around me once again, he was heavy and smelled of nicotine and jasmine tea. I felt squashed and pressed against the sofa, suffocating.

“Babe, neither of them could live without each other. It’s the beauty of it, they had so much passion and love for each other. They found their meaning in life. And the play is brilliant. There are so many ifs, what if she didn’t pretend to be dead, what if- OUCH!” he finished his lecture with a howl of agony. I pinched his arm real hard and it made him shiver in pain. “You evil beast” he insulted and rapidly rubbed his arm that was dangling over my shoulders a second ago.

“Get out” I barked.

Constructive critisism please, thank you.

Max asked:

You do not have to read all of this just a few paragraphs. Read it all if you like.
Just so you know

I don’t blame you or any one else, if you think I am normal. It is a fair mistake that any person can, and has made. After all I look normal; brown hair, blue eyes, and crème skin, you know, the works. It is not like I have a rabbit ears sticking out from the top of my head (if I do, please tell me right now). But the truth is I am far from normal, my whole entire family is far from normal… at least what is left of it. But just so you know, for your own benefit I will let you in on a small little secret. My family is psychic. I am a psychic.
Now, please, I know what you are thinking, seriously I do. But believe me when I say psychic I do not mean stupid crystal ball stuff but like powers. Like… superpowers! Like walking through walls, x-ray vision (avoid at all costs), and mind reading… like me.
I am a mind reader, so right now I know what you are thinking “This ***** is psycho.” Most likely. But it is not my fault. It is just everyone on my mom’s side of the family, and dad’s side of the family, are psychics. It is a thing that runs in genes mostly. I know other psychic families too, but that I can talk about later, now I need to tell you something of importance.
Right now the government is bad with a capital B. And I know some of you are just thinking “Thank you very much Miss. Point-out-the-complete-and-total-obvious-a-lot, it does not take an idiot to know that.” But no, I mean really, really, bad. They are going to much control and now they are taking measures that could hurt everyone; especially me and my family.
We are psychics, which means we are more powerful than the government. They do not want anyone to get the chance of being better or stronger than they are. So they are taking us to a facility where they probably are going to kill or torture us psychics. That is where mom and dad are right now, that is where almost all the rest of my family is… except for me, my sister, and my brother. We are going to save them… or we will die trying.

Chapter One

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailing man…
“Just shut up!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. If Nathan mentally hums that Gilligan’s Island theme song one more time I swear on my life he will be beaten half to death.
Nathan’s misty blue eyes stared up at me. Sorry Cass, I am just really bored.
“I get it, really I do. But Nathan, I am the one who has to here that song over and over again. And I am not one of those people who can say ‘Just think it Nathe!’ That does not work for me at all.” I said putting my hands on his shoulders.
He nodded, “I am sorry…” he added audibly.
“It’s fine.” I said ruffling his hair.
“Cass?” I turned to my other side to see Paige tugging at my shirt eagerly. I am really hungry… she told me in a thought.
“Nathe, Paige, want to go for some chow?” I asked raising an eyebrow at them.
They nodded at me their eyes sparkling. I will never get over the fact how cute these guys are. Especially since they have the twin thing going but come on, they can be evil a lot of the time. Just give those two five minutes and there would be some national crisis.
It did happen a few towns over. Nathe was playing with rocks and Paige disintegrated them… while all of the towns’ folk watched, and got pictures. That gave us trouble, so we ran here. And yup here we are in New York. It smells bad here and a lot of the things these people think are indescribably creepy.
I stopped my train of thought and looked around and down to Paige “Babe?” I said looking down at her “You want fancy food?”
She nodded “How much?”
“Do five hundred just in case, cause I think we should take a bus, or a subway soon because my feet are in a bit of pain.”
She nodded and went into an alley for a moment and came out with two one hundred dollar bills, four fifty dollar bills, and five twenty dollar bills. She handed the money to me with a pale, sweating face.
“Sorry sweetie.” I said kissing her forehead “I know that takes a lot of energy and you are just a beginner, but for the past months I have been so proud.”
Well you see, Paige can break down and reform matter. That is her psychic ability. IT comes in handy for money but, damn, does it make her feel sick and tire her out. Nathan has a talent too. He can control Earth, like rocks and stuff. He loves his talent and has a knack for it.
She smiled at me sadly and then her face got a bit sarcastic “We are going to Calarasa.”
I nodded and took Paige and Nathan by the hand and walked into the restaurant with the big words Calarasa printed over it.
I walked into the tall restaurant building and the first thing I heard from the man at the desk was “Do you need to use the potty, because it is for paying costumers only.”
“Pardon Mwa?” I said raisi
raising an eyebrow in disgust “Let me tell you something pal, just because a fourteen year-old girl and her eight year old brother and sister walk into a fancy restaurant, does not mean we need to go to the bathroom. It means we are here for food, not half *** service.” Paige and Nathe snickered quietly. As you can see my happy moods are soured quickly.
“Excuse me?” The man said clearly taken aback.
“You understand English right?” I said flipping my hair over my shoulder “We are here for chow. Not to be harassed. Now please seat us.”
He stared at me and then stood up and began to reach for three kiddy menus “This ***** is crazy…” the guy thought sourly.
I cleared my throat loudly as I bent over the desk to get down to his face “This bitch,” I whispered in his ear “is your worst nightmare. Not crazy.”
He stared up at me, horrified, Did I just say that?
“By the way,” I added loudly “We do not need kiddy menus.”
He nodded and switched them out for the adult menus and broug
brought to a booth for four. I got one end and Nathe and Paige shared the other end.
“That was funny.” Paige said flipping through the pages of menu.
“Seriously,” Nathe added “you have one of the best talents in our whole family.”
I snorted “It can be, but sometimes listening to you sing Gilligan’s Island makes me think.”
Nathe and Paige laughed and then there faces turned to each other seriously. You see this tends to happen when ever they have a bad feeling about things.
“Twin senses tingling?” I asked spinning the ice in my cup of water with a straw.
“The manager is coming…” Nathan said looking at the ground.
I stared at him “Did you get another talent?”
“No…” I was about to ask then how but he interrupted me “He is over there staring at us. He has the manager pin and stuff and that guy from before is talking to him.”
“Oh really?”
He nodded and like he said over came Mr. Manager and the guy from before.
“Hello!” I said in an all to chipper voice as they stood before the table “Is something wrong?” I said as if I just noticed those confused, angry, stupid looks on there faces.
“Not exactly…” the manager said flatly “We are just not sure if you can pay the bill.” Inner city trash…
I nodded and pulled out the wad of cash in my pocket and said “I know we might look like ‘inner city trash’ is it?” The manager’s face turned pale “but we are not even from this city, let alone a city.”
The manager nodded and walked away as we ordered.
Paige lowered the menu and handed it to the man from before whose name was apparently Chad “I want the chicken parmesan with Caesar salad, dressing on the side, no croutons. I would also like a warm coke. Make it flat.” The man stared at her as if she had just spoken in Portuguese and directed his attention to Nathan.
“Um…uh… what type of dressing?” Chad asked beginning to understand who he was dealing with.
“Chefs choice,” He said winking “He knows best.”
Chad stared at him as if he were insane and he turned to me “Ivory special chicken.” I said giving him the menu “No cheese, no pecans. Also tortilla soup, extra spicy, and I want whole milk for a drink.” The look on his face when I said whole milk got a bit smug. And she says she is not a kid.

❤♰ The sweet sound of my blood♰❤ asked:

I need someone who is experienced. But I will accept anyone who are willing to help me. I haven’t finished the story, but I’m going to edit chapter through chapter so i can show my teacher. I will give credit of course to whom may edit it. If you shall. This is the story so far. Please do not steal my work, it’s already copyrighted because I already have a publisher who is working with me.

Chapter 1 Ash

I tied my dark hair into a pony-tail and opened my spell book. I pulled on my charm necklace as I read through the difficult readings. The charm was made by my mother. The complicated patterns were carved from Gems of Savage Crystals.
I looked up to see Ash standing over me.
Ash was your typical popular school boy. He had round brown eyes and his silky, straight, chestnut hair hung down his shoulders. He stood tall and had a graceful build. His skin was pallid and his wardrobe was classy and odd.
We’ve been together for about 3 years.
“ What spell are you gonna cast on me next?” He asked mockingly as he kissed me on the cheek. I laughed and said, “ I’m thinking about making you turn into a werewolf. I would love to see how your family would react.” He shook his head at the word wolf. “ Why are you so disgusted by wolves?” I asked suddenly.
“ Because like all myths, us vamps are their rivals and they are ours.”
His voice had acid in it. I turned to stare at him then. His eyes turned lighter into a hazel color.
“ **** I didn’t mean it I know you have wolf cousins. It was a joke.” I smiled an uneven smile and closed the spell book.
“ Come on my little witch. We’re going to be late for class.” He picked me up and turned me toward him. I grabbed my book and threw it into my duffel bag. He grabbed my hand and we walked swiftly to class.
“ Hey I’ll meet you in there in one minute okay.” Ash kissed my cheek and darted away before I could say okay. I walked into class and ran into my sister Isis. She reminded me of a cheetah. Her eyes were the color of burning flames and her hair was shoulder length and luxuriously ivory colored. She had a curvy build. “ Hi Lil,” She said and darted out the classroom. That was all she ever said. I took my usual seat at the back of the room and sat down. I turned to stare out the window.
“ Told you it would take a minute.” I recognized that voice.

Chapter 2 Spellbound

“ Mix a cup of Sage and freesia into the potion.” Isis said. I nodded and followed directions. She went to the next page of the spell and pressed her palm against her cheek. “ Stir until you smell the the scent of the freesia and the lavender mixed. “ Isis said. I stirred the potion carefully until I smelt the aroma of the freesia.
The sweet smell burned my nostrils.
“ Repeat the spell after me.” She cleared her throat and chanted, “ All hell rises, make me thy path where all thy love can be reached. Clear the fires of hell and bring me back the charms of bloodlines that belonged to thy mother of hope, courage, and beauty.” I repeated after her carefully making sure I said each word correctly. Nothing happened. I said it again, but nothing happened. I looked at Isis confused and she flipped back through the pages and read through them again. “ Oh,” she gasped. I leaned across the table and read the words up side down. “ We were suppose to add a drop of type a blood.” I shook my head exhausted and walked across the room. I looked out the window and sighned. “ Maybe next time sis.” I half-smiled and walked back to the table to help her clean up the mess. “ I’m not a pro at this, but I’ll help you learn this certain spell. Grandma Bartholomew taught me and I can teach you.” I smiled and touched her on the shoulder. She smiled too and pulled her long ivory hair into a bun. “ So you and Vamp are together still? How long has it been?” I felt my heart move to the edge of my throat and swallowed hard. How did she know we were together. “ It’s obvious yall are together. I mean he stares at you in a way that makes me jealous.” I swallowed. Jealous. I bit my nail and opened my mouth to speak. “ Please don’t tell anyone, especially grand. We can’t let her know that I’m dating a vampire!” I swallowed again and stood. I felt my heart racing two. “ I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I turned to face her. Her skin was paler in the light. She nodded and put the spell book on the shelf. I walked back over to her and hugged her sideways. “ Isis, please.” I did my special puppy dog look and stared her down. She chuckled and said, “ Secrets are safe with me.” I smiled and walked gracefully out the room.

Chapter 3 Flesh and Blood

“ Want a bite?” I handed Isis my apple. She took the apple and bit into it making a sour face. “ Green apples…eww!” I laughed and kneeled down beside her. “ Did you hear?” she said as she took a sip of her Diet Coke. I took the apple and took two bites. “ Hear what?” I said in between chews. “ Gram invited some of our cousins over.!” I took anothe
Oh my gosh people i **** twilight and harry potter!

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CHAPTER 1

“Stephen Luke Hudinburg” the loud speaker blasted “They always get that wrong it is Hugh-duh-burgh is that so hard to say Hugh-duh-burgh gah” I thought as I went to go get my diploma. The whole class of ‘10 watched me, waiting for me to trip, fall or something. But I didn’t. I just walked across the stage of the auditorium got my diploma shook Mr. White’s old wrinkly hand as the memories of the last four years came rushing back to me. From the day I first asked out my girlfriend of 3.5 years. To all of our memories together, like spring break of our senior year and how I had planned on asking her to marry me but couldn’t get it out. The long late night talks on the phone solving problems. Remembering how just her touch or the gaze from her beautiful blue eyes could heal the deepest wounds. Next come all of the drama memories, family memories like how for my 17th birthday everyone pitched in and got me a 2007 Black Ford F150 duel cab truck that I always wanted. As I sat in my seat listing to all of my other classmates get called and then I heard my loves name through the loud speaker “Savannah Grace Scott” and I saw her get up and walk to the stage, take her diploma from Mr. White’s hand and simultaneously wink me. I knew long before this day that I would marry the girl that just got her diploma and that we would live happy lives together. “And that concludes our graduation ceremony. Drinks and refreshments are in the cafeteria and once again, CONGRATULATIONS TO THE CLASS OF 2010!” Mr. White said into the microphone. As if it had been pre-rehearsed we all removed our red caps, threw them in the air and watched them flutter down to the ground. “Congrats ya’ll” my mom said as Savannah and I walked to the back of the auditorium “Thanks mom” “Thanks Charesma” “Well babydoll we are officially out of high school and still in love” I told Savannah. “Yeah, yeah, yeah get a room” my step dad Rocky said. “You’re just mad because we proved you wrong” I said. “What are you talking about” he asked. “You said when we were freshmen that you didn’t think that a high school relationship could work out and look here” I said as I kissed my babydoll. “What time is it” I asked as we were walking down to the cafeteria. “2:30” came the answer from my sister Aubrie. “Thanks sis,” “You know I’m two years younger, you have been working for An med for three years, one more year then I have worked at Jacks auto shop and still I have got to be four, five. Maybe even six inches taller then you dang you short sis ha-ha” I joked “Boy shut up I’m still your elder” she shot back “Yeah your right, mom always says to respect your elders. I just can’t get over the fact that the only person taller than me is a 37 year old cop” I said, referring to Rocky. “Hey, where is Justin?” I asked “He had to work he says congrats b-t-w” Aubrie answered. As we walked into the cafeteria the memory came flooding back of when Savannah and I were just freshmen, we sat at the very back table and shared our first kiss. “You ok babe” Savannah asked “Ye-… yeah” I replied. “Ok baby” she said. “Follow me” I said to her. “We will be back, save us a seat” I told them. We walked over to that very back table and I sat where in the same spot as when we were freshman, looked at her huge smile and said “I love you baby.” “I love you too.” She replied. “Look at the LCD projector babydoll.” As she turned Rocky switched on the over head to reveal in big red letters:
♥SAVANNAH GRACE SCOTT
WILL YOU MARRY ME? ♥
I got down on one knee and pulled out an engagement ring and she turned around and said…

CHAPTER 2

“YES BABY YES!” Savannah replied. I let out a sigh of relief as I slid the ring onto her hand and got up and kissed those very same lips that I had kissed four years ago. ”Alright love birds time to eat” Aubrie said from across the room. So we walked over and I told Rocky thank you and I couldn’t have done that without him. “What time did you say it was” Mom asked. “Now it is 3:03” Aubrie replied “What time is our chiropractor appointment?” “3:30 we got to go” “You mean to tell me that you scheduled a chiropractor appointment on our graduation day babe” I asked “He said I had to come every other day this week and everyday next week” Savannah replied. “Ok I guess I will run while you three girls are at the chiropractor” I said. “Yeah and I’ll go home and play on the computer” Rocky added “Yeah Rock, say it like you don’t want to, he he” I joked. “Alright why don’t you three go in Aubrie’s Celica and then I’ll drive my truck back to our house then Rocky can drive the ranger to our house ok?” I asked “Alright” “Alright” “Alright” “Okie dokie” they all said. As I got into my F-150 my cell phone rang. “Hello.” Justin said “Hey man congrats” “Thanks man, sorry you had to work. What time you get off tonight” “11” “Ouch that sucks” “Yep. Well I’ll holla at cha later” “’iight man later”. Now for the joyous ride home I thought. As I pulled into my house my c

mepersonhaha asked:

I posted this yesterday, but i’ve changed it a little bit and added on.
I’m not so sure about the last couple of sentances. still deciding weather to keep them or not.
1=omfg burn this NAO 10=ZOMG love love LOVE give me MOAR!
I would love constructive criticism! as much as you can dish out! =]

Vanna sunk her long, sharp, ivory white teeth into the dense shoulder of her latest catch. Warm, gurgling blood filling her mouth. She chuckled as the creature let out a screech, it was still alive. The chewy flesh was already beginning to satisfy her craving. She ripped at its chest with long, clawlike fingernails, and dug her way down to the bone. It was barely making a sound now, just whimpers escaping its dull pink lips, color slowly fading from its disgusting face. But Vanna was too engulfed in her delicious meal to notice, it had been a while since she had eaten. The farther down she dug into the creature’s thick body, the better it got. Skin turned to muscles, muscles to bone, and bone to a still beating heart. Her eyes grew wide as she tore open a brittle rib cage, and reached in. She held the thing like a trophy. Licked it with a long, black tongue, and a smile curled upon her lips. Within seconds, it was gone. Making its way through her esophagus by now. She licked her bone white fingers, tasting every last drop of blood. Suddenly, a piercing cry erupted, and she was yanked back to reality. The miniature creature howled. Vanna cringed, how she hated the things. Should she just eat this one too? She decided against it. She detested humans, but the thing that sat on the ground wailing was just a baby. She had to admit, she felt the slightest bit of remorse at killing its mother, but she had to eat. She picked up the wretched thing, holding it as if it was infected with a disease. A sudden, unexpected maternal instinct kicked in, and she cooed at it, rocking from side to side, still disgusted by the fact that she was actually touching it. Eventually, the screams died down, and its tiny blue eyes drifted shut. A tiny smile replaced Vanna’s frown, but there was no way she was going to admit to actually liking the thing. She looked around; at least it hadn’t attracted any attention, but what now? If she brought it back home, it would surely be eaten. And there was no way she could pass it off as her own. Or could she? She pondered the thought for a moment. Raise a human? Was it even possible? Would anyone believe her? She doubted it.
Vanna stopped cold as she saw two glowing, yellow eyes peering at her from the dark depths of the snowy forest around her. “Who’s there?” She growled ferociously, her emotions crashing and swirling inside of her, she was not one to mess with today. The eyes blinked, but no voice responded. Vanna breathed heavily as her rage swelled. “Show yourself you coward!” she demanded, taking a brave step forward. The eyes merely blinked at her once more. She tore through the dense leaves of a berry bush, sending tiny, poisonous fruits flying in every direction. The eyes were still out of her reach. She stomped forward, her anger fueling her. They continued to stare, mocking her as she moved ever closer. Vanna smiled evilly as she detected the dim outline of a tall figure. Human or not, she was out to kill. She halted as the figure disappeared into thin air. Spinning around in hot fury, she cried out. “what the hell…” she mumbled, searching ferociously for whatever, whoever had been watching her. She then remembered the tiny creature resting in the crook of her left arm. It was surprisingly warm, much warmer than Vanna’s own body. She looked around once more, and being positive that the eyes were in fact, gone, she trudged off into the woods, still unsure of what to do with the baby. She suddenly recalled a lesson, long ago, taught to her by her grandfather. It was about the humans, their habits, their taste, their smell. He had also mentioned something about their naming traditions, their names being chosen at seemingly random at the time of birth. It was so very different from their own traditions. The first letter of Vanna’s name came from her mother. Violet. And the last letter was inherited from the first initial of her father. Aristole. She shuddered at the memories of him, and forced her mind back to the baby. Surely it had a name, but how would she ever come to know it. Kacia. The name popped into her head like it had been there all along. “Kacia” She whispered to no one in particular, and the little babe’s eyes popped open. She laughed. “Kacia, that’s what we shall call you” She said, wondering if its miniscule mind could even comprehend her words. It gurgled and Vanna’s face snapped back to a frown, she would have to work to get over the vile fact that it was still a human.
The sun sat above her, perched high in the afternoon sky. An endless expanse of blue resting behind it, only interrupted by the few birds that darted across her line of view. On the ground sat a dirty bla
well i see i should’ve mentioned this sooner, but vanna is NOT a vampire!!!

and it’s…not first person.
i think you need to read it a little more carefully…
and really sorry if it disgusts you. shoul’ve mentioned that too…
the fact that she is not a vampire comes in later in the story. so chill.

Madeleine asked:

“Hey, Luke,” said my best friend James awkwardly, running a hand through his sandy brown hair. He looked at the ground for a moment before meeting my eyes. “Sorry about your mom. You know, if there’s anything I can do . . .”

I swallowed hard. It was my first day back at school after the funeral, and although it was good to see James again, I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the day. “Yeah,” I managed to say. “Thanks, James.”

He nodded uncomfortably. “So yeah . . . Are you coming to English?”

I followed him into the large brick building, towards our English classroom. The minute I walked in, everyone was silent. A few kids came up to me and said how sorry they were about my mother, and I just nodded tersely. What can you say to that?

Then I noticed her.

She was sitting in the third row of the classroom, her clear blue eyes scanning the room uneasily. She was slim and petite, with waist-length platinum blonde hair and clear, pale skin.

I knew the instant I saw her that I was in love.

Ambling over to the girl, I plopped into the seat next to her and said, “Hi.”

Her eyes widened when she saw me, but she relaxed after the initial shock. “Hi.”

“My name’s Lucas,” I told her.

She held out her hand shyly. “I’m Caitlin.”

“Are you new here?”

She nodded.

“Did you just move here?”

Caitlin hesitated for a moment, but before she could answer, Mark, whose seat I was sitting in, came up behind me. “Yo, dude. You’re sitting in my seat.” Mark was one of those guys who looked out of place at school. Heck, he was one of those guys who looked out of place without a cigarette dangling from his lips.

I got up and retreated to my own seat just in time to see Mark slip an arm around Caitlin. “Yo, ****. What’s a pretty girl like you doing talking to a loser like Lukie there? You wanna hang out sometime with me? I’ll introduce you to some cool dudes.”

She pulled away from him. “Leave him alone. His mother just died, for God’s sake.”
I looked over at her. How did she know my mother had just died? Did news spread that fast, even to the new kids? I sighed, but was comforted when Caitlin smiled at me. Boy, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

Our English teacher, Mr. Devili, trudged into the classroom. He was a tall, paunchy man with thick spectacles who had been teaching at our school for at least half a century. All of us wished he would just retire already, because he was easily the most annoying teacher of them all. With his monotone voice, he only had to drone on for ten minutes before we all lost interest and either started texting, reapplying makeup, picking fingernails, doodling, or sleeping.

“Hello, class,” drawled Mr. Devili. “Everyone take out your textbooks and turn to page 96.”

We heaved a collective sigh but obediently opened our textbooks. “All right,” said Mr. Devili. “Who read the poem for homework?”

I hadn’t, so I quickly scanned the poem. It was called Richard Cory and it wasn’t actually a bad poem, considering that it was part of the eleventh grade curriculum.

I tuned out as he spoke, instead focusing my attention on Caitlin, who was actually paying attention to Mr. Devili. Wow, a pretty girl who also cared about school! But something about her niggled me, although I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. She felt familiar somehow, even though I was just meeting her today. Something just wasn’t right.

I shook off that feeling and instead imagined what it would be like to run my fingers through that silky blonde hair.

I’m a 14 y/o aspiring writer. Is this good and how can I improve?