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posted by para-scence
I got home, where Reed was at the dapur meja, jadual playing poker with some Friends and smoking. I walked up to the meja, jadual and threw the bag onto the table. His Friends all looked at it, gaping. Reed laughed.

"Good job, baby sister!" he said. He took the bag and inspected it. I smiled at his praise. He looked up at me and smiled. "But shouldn't anda be at school? If Nikolai finds out he'll bust your head in."

"So don't let him find out," I berkata like it was an obvious answer. His buddies laughed. Reed shook his head at me, but a smile still played on his lips. He threw the bag back at me.

"Well then, get lost!" he laughed. I rolled my eyes and went to my room to change clothes. I swapped my baggy black jeans for grey skinny jeans, and my maroon hoddie for a black A7X sweatshirt. I stuffed the drugs into the front pouch of the hoodie and walked out of my room back to the kitchen. Apparently Reed didn't know I was still here.

"Uh, you'd better get out of here. Nikolai just called;he berkata he was almost utama from the store..." he said, sounding scared. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Seriously, Reed. Do anda really think I'm afraid of Nikolai?"

"You should be," a deep voice berkata from behind me. My eyes widened, but I didn't turn around. Reed mirrored my expression, while his Friends stifled their laughter. "I'm sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to ask anda all to leave." His Friends grumbled and berkata their goodbyes to Reed, then left. I frowned. I turned to see Nikolai, much taller and muscular than Reed, standing behind me with his arms folded.

"Go sit on the couch," he ordered. Unfortunately, as I walked past him, he noticed part of the plastic bag sticking out of my baju panas, sweatshirt pouch. Quickly and swiftly, he snatched the bad out of my pocket. His face grew red.

"Fuck," I grumbled.

***

"What do anda have to say for yourself?! Skipping school, and lebih drug dealing?! Do anda know what'll happen if anda get caught?!" Nikolai ranted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Reed sat down seterusnya to me, leaning casually against the arm of the couch.

"She won't, Nik. Trust me. This girl's good!" Reed said, sticking up for me. He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders, messing up my hair. I pushed him away and smoothed it out again.

"Reed. Shut it. Harley, get rid of this," Nikolai said, throwing the bag at my stomach. I caught it, glared at him, and stalked off out of the apartment to outside where the garbage cans were. I sighed. There goes $30 into the trash...

"Hey, Harley." I looked up to see Carmine, arriving utama from work. I waved at him. "Aren't anda supposed to be at school?" he asked. I ignored him and went back to the apartment, where he followed close behind. "What's her problem?" he asked as if I couldn't hear him.

"Nikki caught her skipping school, and with a bag of weed," Reed berkata proudly. Nikolai growled.

"And you're grounded for a month, missy," he said, jabbing a finger in my direction. I flipped him off when his back was turned.

"Oh, but when it's Reed, it's fine, right?" I countered. Crap. I really shouldn't have berkata that. Reed's eyes widened and for a perpecahan, berpecah saat he looked like he'd kill me if he could. Nikolai turned on him then.

"What?! I thought anda were done with that shit!?" Nikolai shouted at him. Reed stuttered to find the right words.

"Well... anda see, I..." I escaped to my room. I really didn't want to see this go down. Plus I felt terrible for ratting out Reed too. I curled up on the futon and tried my best to sleep, but I couldn't. I was too awake. I heard Nikolai and Reed shouting at each other from the dapur too, and Carmine's occasional neutral contribution to the arguement. I listened for a while. Their conversation actually making me feel drowsy. I blink and yawned, and then laid on my side to try and sleep.

I was woken sejak an ear-splitting sound. I screamed and jumped up, my right thigh felt red hot. It was hot at first, and then I felt pain. I growled and cursed at it. I heard the neighbors downstairs and upstairs panic at the commotion. The guys came running in at once, and I turned to face them. Crap, crap, crap. I then remembered I'd left my gun in my pocket. It must've went off while I slept on it. I felt the blood dribbling down my leg, but I tried to remain cool.

"What the hell was that?!" Nikolai shouted.

"I, uh, it's nothing. It's just---" I began.

"It's what?!" Nikolai shouted.

"Would anda shut up and let me finish?!" I shouted. I reached in my pocket, which now had a bullet-sized hole in the pocket now, and pulled out the gun and held it out. "It went off in my pocket. It's fine."

"You slept with it in your pocket?! How could anda be so clueless?!" he shouted.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said. "And it's no big deal!" I insisted. Nikolai rolled his eyes at me.

"You call that fine?" Reed asked, pointing to my leg. The blood had bled through my pants now, leaving a long stream of deep red all down my thigh, knee, all the way down to my ankle.

"Oops," I muttered.

"Yeah, 'oops,'" Nikolai mocked. "Go to the bathroom and wash it up. You'd better pray to God that doesn't need stitches. Do anda know what'll happen if I take anda to the ER again?! This would be the third time in six months!"

"Ok, that last time wasn't my fault..." I said. "How was I supposed to know that guy had a switchblade?!"

"Harley, anda need to learn to not go off on anyone that looks at anda funny. Learn some self control. Now hand it over," he said, holding his hand out. I placed the gun into his palm. He stalked off to his room, slamming the door behind him. I'll probably never see that thing again in my life.

"Can anda walk?" Carmine asked, offering a hand.

"Yeah," I berkata as I walked to the bathroom. Reed and Carmine walked behind me, hands out as if I'd fall atau something. Luckily, the bullet only grazed the bahagian, atas of my thigh. It was a miracle all right. It'd leave an ugly scar though. I left the bathroom, and went and sat on Reed's bed, otherwise known as the sofa, kerusi panjang in the living room.

"How's your leg?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. Carmine plopped down seterusnya to us, holding a bowl of popcorn. He held it out to us and threw a handful of it into his mouth, missing lebih than half. "Fail," I told him. He stuck out his kernel-covered tongue at me and chuckled. I took some and sighed. "Why is Nikolai being such an ass?" I wondered aloud. Carmine swallowed. He hated it when any of us were mad at each other. He's "sensitive" as Nikolai used to put it.

"He's just worried about anda growing up," Reed offered. "You're our baby sis. We hate seeing anda getting so grown up." He pretended to wipe a tear away, and I threw some popcorn into his face. "No, but seriously. anda know how protective he is. He's just worried about you."

"Well he shouldn't be. I cant take care of myself," I announced, folding my arms.

"Said the girl who nearly shot herself in the leg," Carmine whispered. I glared at him. Reed laughed.

"'How was I supposed to know he had a switchblade?'" Reed mimicked in a high pitched voice. I punched his shoulder. I grinned in victory when he frowned and rubbed his shoulder. "Ok, not to sound like Nikki, but I think it's time for bed." Thunder roared overhead. I cringed into Reed's side.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" I whimpered. I was a little ashamed, but that feeling went away when Reed put his arm around me.

"Sure, anda little wimp," he berkata mockingly. I knew he didn't mean it though. Carmine curled up on my other side, and laid his head on my shoulder. This, I didn't mind about having Reed and Carmine around. They got on my nerves sometimes, but they were always there for me. I closed my eyes.
For many lebih weeks we were happy. I gave Bloom lessons on the violin, and how to speak properly. She was lebih than willing to do these things, as long as I was the one teaching her. A few times, I tried to get her to work with Abby, but she refused. She only wanted to work with me. I was her big sister, after all. In a way, I think Abby was happy about this. It gave her a little time for herself. I was glad too… it was nice not having her waiting on us all day. Waiting on us for an order. She began to even take orders from little Bloom… they played teh parties together often. Though she...
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posted by para-scence
"...What do anda mean?" Mom asked. We'd told her about the rent. I had managed to get off the table, but I had to lean against the counter for support. My leg was so sore.

"Mom," Paige berkata slowly. "We're going to get evicted if we don't pay it."

"So just pay it," she said, oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

"We can't," Paige said. "We have no money."

"What happened to all of it?" Mom asked, her eyes widening.

"We used it to pay the hospital bill last month. So Matt had offered to pay the rent, and he didn't. Now we're in trouble." Mom was quiet for a moment, then rolled her eyes and...
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posted by Insight357
    Seven tahun old Claire Debony dashed outside of her pa’s barn. Her short, brown hair bouncing behind her as she ran. Her tee baju flapping behind her in the wind. She was going to meet her friend Wyatt down at the crick. It was an everyday ritual for them.
    When she reached the bank of the crick she glanced around for Wyatt. She walked out onto the pier. The pier went about one-fourth into the water.
    Claire spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She began to turn, but it was too late. Wyatt, a gangly boy with black...
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posted by K5-HOWL
A little long but worth the read...





Two Choices

What would anda do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch
line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My soalan is: Would anda have
made the same choice?

At a fundraising makan malam, majlis makan malam for a school that serves children with
learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a
speech that would never be forgotten sejak all who attended. After
extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with sejak outside influences, everything
nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn...
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posted by livethislifeup
Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth tahun anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every tahun until our twelfth...
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posted by babina
Hey! everyone! thanx for Membaca and commenting on my articles! HOPE anda ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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What Screenwriters Get Wrong About Outlines sejak Alan Watt via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by Dearheart
For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind anda how beautifully and wonderfully made anda are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long lalu and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the imej he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling Warna and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Dear You-Know-Who,


How can anda not read my body language? When anda present, I barely look up. I barely clap. I barely look at you? And yet, when my Friends present, I go wild. I clap, I cheer, I am constantly looking at them. I even think anda touched my hair!!!!


I know anda were impressed when I rocked up in the multipurpose area covered in blood and bruises. A door hit me, sent me flying into a pole and sent to the cement for goodness' sake! anda hung around, I can tell. Yu stayed longer than I expected anda to. At least anda didn't see me when tears were flooding down my face. atau when I hit the...
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posted by Chaann94
So I came up with this letter-like story. It's based on me and my secret crush. Please tell me if anda liked it atau not!

Dear you,

From the moment I met you, anda were different from all the other people I've met before. Especially the way I felt about you. Sure I've had crushes before, but I act different around you. When anda don't agree with me, anda ask these soalan that hurt my feelings. anda make those komen-komen that make me feel bad and make me want to cry lebih than I want to laugh. Normally I would have broken off contacts with a person like that long before he atau she would have gotten so...
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posted by rebaj2010
love. what does it truley mean? being in Cinta is simpe, anyone can convence themslves they are in love. being in Cinta is when anda feel something for one person lebih strongly than anda feel for another. but Cinta is something elsa all together. Cinta is when anda cant convience yourselve anda Cinta someone, but when anda try to leave something tells anda no, stop and think. and when anda do think the reason is blantint. Cinta is when anda think your done, done fighting and done lieing, but than it hits anda that without all of that anda wouldnt be the person anda are, and they wouldnt be the one anda love....
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Penulisan A Great Book Doesn’t Mean It Will Sell sejak Jennifer Brody via Filmcourage.com.
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