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This year you learned Friday was the best day of the week and Kiki Palmer is wearing your jeans. You learned your life is mostly taken up by Tumblr and Youtube. You learned taking easier classes gives you more free time even though you’re embarrassed you’re in them. You learned your two new favo... - Fiction > Realistic FictionJamie awoke, excited and ecstatic; today she was going to her favorite place. A place she only knew to her self as castle playground. It was a giant completely wooden playground that when high, went low and seem like a castle to her. She seemed to run around there for hours with out seeing the same ...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryShe walked silently through her house, trying not to make a sound. He had already got her brother and mother, there was no going back, and she didn’t want to be number three. This man had broken into her house to rob the place she assumed, but he killed her mother and brother. She thanked God her ...
- Poetry > All PoetryCan’t you see Across the road Standing free All alone Across the road Hear its plea All alone There is a tree Hear its plea Between the weeds Three is a tree Without leaves Between the weeds And in the grasses Without leaves Has broken branches And in the grasses Standing...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe dusty road, lays ahead. In the shadows of trees. With sun escaping, through the leaves. This road I take, far from home. To get to a place, I don’t know. Passing by nothing true, for time and time again. As I go along this road, not knowing where to go. It seems I have found my home...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryLacey woke up with a start; she couldn’t remember anything, like what she did last night. She was cold, this room was very cold, and she had never seen this room before. It wasn’t her bedroom where she thought she went to sleep last night. No, it was completely white, white titles on the floor a...
- Poetry > Free VerseI hate the hour before school, When you are still tired And your sheets are still warm. But you drag yourself out of bed, To the sound of your buzzing alarm clock. You try to find something not wrinkled to wear, In your still dark and messy room. When you finally arrive at the kitchen table, ...
