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7. N. Italy
You found 1's secret stash of chocolate.
Me: Feliks, why did you not tell me about this? I tell you about all of my stashes!
Feliks: Yeah, well, you don't like, tell me how to beat a certain game! *pouts*
Me: That's because you have to figure it out yourself, dammit!
2 confesses his love to you.
Alfred: Hey, dudette! I totally love you and crap, so, go out with me maybe?
Me: Alfred, you really do need some help. Are you sure your glasses are cleaned?
You walk into 3 in the street at midnight.
Me: FANCY MEETING YOU HERE, VON BOCK.
Me: I thought you'd be at that weird Call of Duty marathon at Alfred's house tonight.
Eduard: No, get it right. I like to play World of Warcraft.
Me: Leave my sight right now.
You win a free holiday with 4.
Me: To...The Atlantic Ocean? Why would anyone want to
::If It Means a Lot to You:: 2" And this is the bathroom, and you can put anything you want in these two cabinets." Cam pointed to the cabinets located across from the toilet. Zoe nodded, thanking her as she examined the amount of space she had in the cabinets to determine how much stuff she could shove in them. Cam smiled sadly, offering Zoe a nervous laugh. "I'm really sorry about what happened with Lovino, Zoe. I keep feeling like it's my fault that you chose to do this."::If It Means a Lot to You:: 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zoe looked over at Cam, wide eyed with shock. She shook her head immediately, waving her hands in front of her face with a worried gaze. "No, no! It's not your fault! I just really want to do something in my life, so I think it's a good idea that I moved out of Lovi and I's place!"
Cam frowned a bit before sighing and walking out of the bathroom, Zoe following after shortly. "Well then, I guess I'll help you move some of your things in, then. You didn't bring much, did you?"
"Not really, I didn't want to be in the same place as Lovi for to
Mischief ManagedI had the whole house to myself. For a whole 15 minutes.Mischief Managed in Short Stories More Like This
The moment he closed that front door, I ran towards the room. That room was always off limits. No one was allowed in it, no exceptions. I still wasn't allowed in there (He told me specifically not to go in before he left) but when have I ever listened to rules? Yeah, that's what I thought.
I knew why it was off limits the moment I entered the room. It was a private study. Even more so then that, it was a place of witchcraft (I currently don't know if there is a name for such a place). Bookcases lined the back wall. There was a desk fill of papers, quills, wands, and instruments that I've never seen before. To the left there was a collection of potions, some of which were steaming smoke. In the middle of the room laid a huge black cauldron. The walls were lined with weird circular diagrams and notes.
It was like heaven in the form of a room.
I ran immediately to the bookcases, pulling out one of the leather bound books and opening
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Weeks had past. More smiles had been exchanged, and there were more words exchanged too. Arthur had confessed in his brothers that he couldn't stop thinking about Rosie; Rosie had told Marisol and Alli how she often dreamed of Arthur.
No words could describe what these two had come to share. Arthur's hands had often reached to Rosie's face to brush the hair out of it. "What're you doing?" she would ask softly. He would only reply "I need to see your beautiful face."
This night, a warm summer evening, Rosie and Arthur had decided to take a stroll along the shore. They walked hand in hand, content in the other's presence. The sun had set and night had long since bestowed itself upon them.
"Rosie?" Arthur murmured softly.
"Yes?" she asked him back.
"Can I ask you something?" he wondered aloud, biting his lip lightly.
"Yes, of course! Anything!" Rosie replied. She had c
An Estonia story- Summer JobAh, the wonders of summer break. The warmth of the sun, tanning on the beach, hanging out with friends. I had been looking forward to it for so long (try since January.) Then, out of nowhere, my mom announced I need to get a job since I turned sixteen this year.An Estonia story- Summer Job in Short Stories More Like This
Why, cruel world, why?!
She got me a job at the local convenience store next to the dirty Fill 'er Up! gas station down the road from our house. She took my resume I made during ninth grade for a project for school and submitted it, even down to the letter of recommendation from my eighth grade English teacher. She said the man who accepted the application was "thrilled to have me at their store." Then she handed over an aqua-colored T-shirt that said the company's name and a nametag that said "Hayley" on it.
I am now officially stuck at this place for forty hours a week all summer.
Today was my first day of work, starting at a bright eight a.m.
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Breakfast the next morning before school was awkwardly silent. Marisol, Alli, and Rosie were dressed properly in their school uniforms, Marisol and Alli sitting next to each other, Rosie across from them. They waited and waited for the three newcomers to appear, but they didn't show. Finally, as the clock struck 8:02, they gave up and grabbed their backpacks, walking to school.
The day passed by in a flurry of tests and note-taking. Marisol disappeared into computers class while Alli and Rosie went off to their drawing class. When they met up again to walk home, Marisol held out a sheet.
"What is this?" Alli asked, scanning the sheet.
Rosie peered over Alli's shoulder, reading the heading aloud. "Three sons."
"It's an article on the oldest of the new guys. Read it out loud, Rose-girl," Marisol said, elbowing Rosie lightly. Rosie's green eyes drifted from Marisol's face to the article.
Forgive MeI saw you walking back to your house the other day,Forgive Me in Free Verse More Like This
You glared at me, didn't mutter a hello or even nod,
I know I betrayed you,
But that was such a long time ago-
Can't you forgive me?
My friend, you look so downcast as of late,
I haven't seen you smile in so long,
It kills me inside,
And I beg you to be happy again-
Can you forgive me?
I know you will never speak to me again,
Not unless I forgive you first,
That will be hard,
I am willing to do that though-
Will you forgive me?
However, though I betrayed you,
You betrayed me harshly before,
You made yourself amazing,
And I will never be able to forget you-
Please forgive me.
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With her hair so light,
With skin so pure,
With eyes so blue.
But she loves him,
With silent smiles
Shot in the other direction,
Waiting for the return.
I envy him,
As he is no better than me,
He looks the same, he acts the same,
But she loves him.
I don't know why she doesn't love me.
I don't understand.
I never will.
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"Hey, Matt!" you call. Matt looks up and meets your gaze, smiling miserably, and then stares back down at his feet. "What's wrong?" you ask, striding up to him. He shrugs and you see the sadness in his face. "Matt?" you say, your voice incredibly close to a whisper.
"It's nothing, [Name]. Just let me go, okay?" Matthew answered, striding away with his head buried low in his jacket to keep the wind from beating against it.
"Matt!" you call after him. He keeps walking.
Spitting in his general direction, you turn and walk on the opposite path. 'Stupid Matt,' you think, kicking the stones in front of you.
It wasn't until you got home that night and the phone on your dresser rang you felt any remorse. Gingerly picking up the phone and speaking into it, you heard Matthew on the other end. "What?" you enquire.
"Sorry, [Name]," he begins. "My dad, Francis, you know him r
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"Save me," you murmured underneath your breath. Here they came- the usual! The amazing! (So not amazing ) Awesome Trio! Your friends around you sniggered. Sighing, you ventured up to face them yourself.
"What, guys?" you ask. Mathias, with his crazy blonde hair, beamed.
"Well, [Name], we are, of course, searching for you."
"For what reason?" you scowl back.
"We need your assistance," Gilbert answered. His scarlet eyes flashed as they meant yours. Your expression remained as indifferent and you-are-such-a-waste-of-my-time as always. Gilbert rolled his eyes now. "Just help us out, okay?"
"Why?" you answer, crossing your arms in front of you. "Why should I help you? Why would I ever want to help you, actually?"
Gilbert leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "We want to get rid of Ludwig's girlfriend. Monika. You
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Arthur was wandering the corridors of the school at night, alone. It was no planned thing that you were too that night.
Arthur happened to be ambling around the halls to push the loss of his brother to the back of his mind. His brother, Alfred, the star of the baseball team, had gotten in so much trouble around the school grounds he had been expelled and sentenced to homeschooling. Arthur was now utterly alone besides his few friends.
You were wandering the halls to try and rid yourself of the thoughts of your former friend, that stupid Elizabeta, and her prissy Austrian boyfriend. How the hell would she rather spend the holidays with him instead of you, her best friend? You stomped on the carpet and continued walking.
Of course, neither you nor Arthur were to be out roaming the halls at one am, but you couldn't help it. He couldn't either. Every sight of a movement up ah
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Was it not enough to say you had had a crush on Alfred since the second grade? He never seemed to pay enough attention to notice, though. No one didn't like him. The jocks liked him because he was on the baseball team. The nerds liked him because he was never nasty towards them. The girls adored him because of his attitude, his looks, and his style.
You sighed and glanced away from the bomber jacket-clad Alfred. His blue eyes flashed from behind his glasses as he laughed at a joke from his friend. He ran his hand through his hair and began talking to a set of Barbie doll-like girls in front of him with bleached blonde hair and three layers of makeup on.
He would never notice you. He was way too popular. Even the kids from the primary schools knew his name.
The bell rang for the end of the school day. You walked out of the classroom and to
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"I can't take it anymore!" Arthur bellowed, throwing the chair nearest him. It fell between his parents to form a temporary barrier. Their constant shouting and his father's slapping of his mother ceased momentarily.
After glaring at the both of them for a moment, his father resumed shouting at his mother. "You taught him better? He isn't acting like it!" Mr. Kirkland bellowed. Mrs. Kirkland screamed profanities back at the drunken Englishmen. Arthur glanced back at his two younger siblings, Alfred and Matthew. They were cowering in the corner. Mr. Kirkland's hand collided with his wife's cheek again.
Arthur knew what he had to do. He had watched his mother hit one too many times. He had heard more than enough vulgar things directed at the spouse. He had heard and seen enough issues thrown at the other spouse, the boss, the