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posted by princessofmagic
Incase te didn't know, is is my new account because I couldn't for some reason log int my other one.

Chapter two.


When the school lista pointed out that Alex couldn't go back to school shopping with her mom, she was upset. It was sort of a tradition that she and her mom go school shopping every year, and this was the first anno that they didn't. The lista detto specifically "girls who have mugle parent/s are prohibited to bring there them school shopping, as they will not be able to see anything, much less the enterance.". When the letter detto that, Alex quickly figured that she was not going to, like, a Target o something for supplies.

The letter detto to go to the back bacheca behind the Stapels on the corner of Maine strada, via and 7th street. All the bricks are gray, exept for one red brick on the very bottom row. Take that brick out, and put it in a empty hole three up and two over. Tap very other brick around it, and stand back. Two doors should open inward to Malaina ally.


Alex drummed her fingers nervously against her body bag as her mom pulled into the Stapels parcking lot. She had the school supplies list, her wallet, her phone, a note pad, and a pen all stuffed into her small ratto Pack- a francise like Amore Culter, only Ittalian- over the shoulder bag. Her Cioccolato brown hair with natural red highlights was pulled up into a high, neat ponytail, and she was wearing an arancia, arancio tank top, white short-shorts, light blue converse, and her white and blue sunglasses rested on superiore, in alto of her head.

Alexs mom parcked the car and turned around. She smiled warmly at Alex and said, " Well, here we are." Alex looked out the window and sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose." She opened the door and stuck one foot out.

"Im proud of you." Her mom blurted. But she did look proud. Her daughter was a witch! And probably a good one too! How could she not be proud?

Alex blinked, then smiled. " Thanks mom.". She got out of the car. "I'll call te when Im ready to leave. Amore you." with that she slammed the door and waked towards the store.

At first glance, te would probably see a mom dropping her daughter of to go buy school supplies. But if te looked again, te would see the girl slip around behind the store and start looking for a red brick.

Alex placed the red brick in the named spot, and taped very other brick around it. Suddenly, the red brick sunk deeper into the wall, as if pulled da an invisible force. Then the bacheca itself slowly swung inwards reaveling a beautiful ally. It was about the width of three car lanes, with side walks lined with small trees and benches. People who comfortably crowded the ally didn't give a secondo glance to Alex, who stood there awe struck. Finally she remembered to step inoltrare, avanti and go school shopping.

Finally Alex came to a store called 'Olives magic accessories and necessities'. It had a large window on the doors left, and it showed things like several sizes of caldrons, different bottles of potions, ect. When Alex entered, she was surprised to see that it was actually two stories tall instead of just one. Shelves lined the walls and were lined in neat isles across the floor. Alex looked at the first thing on the list, grabbed a basket, and set to work.

Feather quills.

There was two whole shelfs detecated to rows of feather quills. Each quill was floating an inch above the actual shelf, and they were lined in neat rows according to color and pattern. Each feather was 25 cents, the same as a pacge of pencils. Some were long and slim, some were eagle feathers, some were hawk feathers, some were oca feathers, some were corvo o raven feathers, ect. Alex decided on three cigno feathers that were ten inches long, pure white except for three inches of black on the very end, one seven inch long raven feather, and a eight inch long eagle feather.

'Okay, feather quills, check! Now what's next......leather notebooks? Ummmmm, okay, sure.' Alex placed the fear hers in the basket and looked around for leather notebooks. She found them lined up neatly on a shelf. They were old fashioned, with lined paper invisibly glued in to brown leather covers. Some were old and faded, some were new looking and shiny, some had straps to properly close them, some had little paper slots in the front to put your name in and class. Alex ended up buying five new-looking notebooks with straps and slots.

Seven ink bottles, two test bottles, one bronze collapsible telescope,one miniature pewter caldron, one small scale,and three sets of potion ingredients later, Alex left the store, carrying two large blue-green bags in the crook of one arm and the lista in the other hand. She looked around the strada, via and took a deep breath, glad to be out of that store that seemed to get smaller with the più stuff te got. She glanced down at the last thing she needed. An animal for spells class. Either a toad, cat, o owl.

'Do I want a cat? o do I want an owl? Cat o owl, cat o owl?' Alex mentally debated as she walked down the strada, via for an animal store. She liked Gatti better, but if she ever needed to send someone a message, she would need an owl. Finally, after five minuti of mental debating, she decided on a cat. 'If I need to send someone a message, I'll use one of the schools owls.'. When she walked into the store, Alex had to pause for a moment to let her eyes get used to the darkness. When she did, she saw, cages lined up in neat rows on the floor. The cages were like large oro canary cages, but were square. Some had owls, some had bats, some even had different sized and colored gecko's! Near the back wall, there was a closed off section surrounded da a four foot tall safety fence. Inside were all there cats. Some were still suckling, were as some were as old as Alex, in cat years anyway. The lista did say get an animal that's not just out of need of there mother, but not an old one. So...... In-between. But what age is in-between?

"Hello there young miss." A tall, frail man came up to her. He had balding brown hair, green eyes, and looked to be about fifty-something. "Seems te have a liking to our Gatti here."

"Yeah, but my school lista says not to young, not to old, in-between. What age is in-between?" Alex showed him her lista and he nodded like he got this domanda a lot.

"Well, I would say it's about six months to three years. Depends on what level your starting at. For a beginner, I recommend six months to two years." and then he turned around to help some old pudgy lady with how much a geco, gecko was. She bit her lip and stared at the cats. Each one had a collare on, and a little tag saying there gender, breed,age and price. Alex picked up a large white fluffy one. He was a little two expensive for her, so she put him back down. Then on other one caught her eye. He was lithe and all black, except for his front left paw was white. He looked pretty young and healthy. Alex picked him up and examined his collar. She skipped the breed since she really didn't care, but she liked the age and price, so she hoped she liked the cat. She turned him so he faced her, and stared him in the eye. He looked back sort of lazily, but attentive. Alex like this cat. She turned and was about to take a step to the check out when the man she talked to appeared in front of her.

"Like him, huh? Good choice. He's calm and quiet, but he likes to play once in a while and he's very friendly." He nodded.

"Um, yeah, I'll take him." Alex handed him the cat. He nodded, took the cat, and waltzed over to the counter. He fidgeted with something, but when he turned around the cat was in a small, gold, square cage. Alex paid and left the shop.

Once she was out and adjusted to the light, Alex realized that she didn't know how to get back. The lista only detto how to get here, not how to get back. She walked to the place were she first came in, and found a large brick bacheca with one red brick in the center. Relief flooded through her, and Alex tapped every other brick, stepping back as the door swung open. As soon as she was outside, she put down the bags and dialed her moms number.






Thanks!!!! Hope te like it because it took me forever to write!!!!!!!! ;)
posted by Cullens4eva
Amore te forever is about a girl who lives in a town, and has a few friends, she is every teachers "Perfect Student". A new boy and his sister sposta to town, and they fall in love. her father doesnt approve of the boy. the girl and boy plan to run away 2gether with his sister and her boyfriend. but her father makes her sposta towns. she is forced 2 go 2 a all girls school, she is Lost and alone, so she turns 2 suicide. the boy and his sister find her and they take her out of school and run away 2gether and promise to Amore each other forever. but her father finds out and shoots the boy, the girl is in pain and so is his sister so they run away from their lives and live new ones, under false identities, until her father finds her and kills both of them. (btw the father is crazy)

ok so now i need ur opinions. is it 2 borin, o does it have a chance...
please tell me your true opinions.
posted by Sylar-Gray
i am PLANNING on writting a series of books. this is the prolog of the first book that kinda starts in the middle of the story. later in the series is the prequal on how Hayden meets Griffin...please read and commento on how te like it. thank you

Prolog
One sentence descries my life. In Amore with a Vampire. Now this may seem like the typical “girl falls in Amore with Vampire and live happily ever after” type of thing but that would be the wrong way of putting it. Its più like “girl falls in Amore with a Vampire and her life goes all screwy and she ends up in an alternate Universe.” type...
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posted by KatiiCullen94
OK!!! I KNOW THAT FOR SOME WHO WATCH Skins THIS IS INSPIRED da NAOMI AND EMILY BUT IM CHANGING SOME THINGS!!





"Skyla! are te coming o not!" Gigi caught me in my glance.
her arm caught a good grasp on my and i felt her strong tugs, but i just diddnt move.
"Skyla! come on te little Durry!" And as usuall her little mouth in used in every emotion. If Gigi haddnt of been my twin and i haddnt of loved her, i would fiecy hate her,and outsiders do.

i was distracted, i diddnt want to sposta from my view. She was beautiful! The new girl. Kristen.
"Hello!!! staring at old Jekins ayee? if i dont say so...
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posted by EmoKidSteven
im so sick.
im sick of everything about you.
i hate what te say,
what te do,
everything.
it sets off some spark,
that just angers me inside and out.
im so sick.
im sick of your laugh,
your smile,
your eyes,
everything.
i hate how te talk to me,
how te treat me,
what te think of me as.
im not your toy,
im not your anything.
i dont belong to you,
im not a possession.
im just me.
and im so sick.
sick of everything in this godforsaken world.
especially you.
and i dont want to be something
that hates and is sick
of everything.
im just sick of you.
and honestly...
i dont want to be with you
anymore.
im so sick.
posted by EmoKidSteven
i cant take any more
of these drugs.
the poison,
attacking at my veins,
fuoco spreading through,
cant breathe.
but i need these,
and i must feel this
in order to get better.
no matter what it takes,
i have to get over you.
and even if this is
the most irrational way
to get over you,
i still intend on doing this.
i dont care how many needles
i must pierce through my arms,
how many seizures i must suffer through,
whatever it takes.
im going to do my best
to forget te even exist.
i dont care how much cocaine i snuff,
how many pills i take,
how many cuts
slice through my skin,
o even if i end up
killing myself in the process.
i would be so lucky.
so,whatever it takes
to get over you
is the extreme
im going to have to
accomplish.
i dont care if i live,
i dont care if i die,
i dont care if all of this
is even real o not.
im just going to do
whatever it takes
to get te out of my mind.
even if i die...
posted by Karartegirl99
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.

One day, she talked during a fuoco while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the cerca for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang ha rubato, stola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.

Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.

So she was home schooled.

But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Lost their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.

So they duct-taped her mouth shut.

THE END
posted by Free_Spirit
Me: okay this is a short story i came up with. I know its a little bit drepressing but i was in a really bad mood. PLEASE TELL Me WHAT te THINK. Sorry i pu that in trofei cause people will notice it better. Okay enjoy

I start as the rain begins to fall. Great i thought darkly. I didn't like the rain, i always thought it emphasised how bad this world really is. I waited impatiently for class to end. The class was playing calcio and the other kids seemed to Amore the rain while playing. I didn't unisciti in, i wasn't apart of that group.

I sighed in relief when i heard the campana, bell signal the end of class....
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posted by hgfan5602
As I grow to think about it più and more, and understand it più and more, I see that, as the saying goes, life is like a game of chess. But I have made my own saying up, which seems più true to me. Life is like a venture into the unknown. te never know what might await te next, più dangers, o even happy successes. But one thing is for certain, te cannot always be happy, o always be depressed. Life is like a mountain. te climb it, face all the challenges life brings you. te dump and break up, te win and make up. Things happen. te can't control it most of the time. So never blame yourself for bad things that happened to te in life. Life gets confusing a lot. But I still strive to reach my goals. Without goals, I would be like a broken-winged bird that could not fly. I would be aimless. I would not become better, build my character. Life is like a venture into the unknown, and I believe that to be true. So true.
I stand here looking at your emotionless, cold face from across this empty field. Behind me stand my most beloved people of all the world besides te with me. I can hear them breathing nervously along with mines, as I take slow, steady steps towards you. Our breaths get più nervous as I near you. However your piercing stare will not scare me, even if this act will be the last thing I do. With each step I try to remember through hazy memories what went wrong.

Only weeks fa te were a bubbly, lively, cheerful and friendly girl who wanted to have fun. Along with me, we were unstoppable, nothing...
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posted by sweetpea92
CHAPTER TWO
    “Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I detto the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise o anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
    “Ok,” He said, “what gave te the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for...
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posted by blossomyumyum
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for te to walk out the door
But te didn’t need to give it away
I promise te I’ll give it a try

te don’t have to buy my love
te don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause te don’t have to buy my love

Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked

te shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope te finally see
That wanting from te makes me feel
te shouldn’t buy my love
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Dear Noel,
I wish te were still here. At times I go back to when we were little- we loved to eat Push Pop Ice Cream and played in the pool every giorno at summer. te were my best friend….. But we were like sisters, playing house with my little brother. Your grandmother got along with my grandmother, too- they talked to each other, and life seemed to be so easy. But then we parted da moving away. I still thought of te every day, and every night I worried that something would happen to you. But now, you’ve left us all, and gone on to a place only te and your sister know about, along with...
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There were sirens screaming faraway,in my direction and...
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