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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 12, 2007 23:20:04 GMT -5
so....you know your amazing right? like seriously, i already read more on the other board and you should like write something and publish something cuz its really good.  haha i'm considering stopping posting online because people keep plaigarizing my stuff. & it's annoying me. |
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Post by possibilities909 on Feb 12, 2007 23:25:34 GMT -5
really?! omg sorry.
but noooooooooooooo! you cant stop!!
what are they plagerizing it to?! lol their essays lol
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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 12, 2007 23:26:24 GMT -5
really?! omg sorry. but noooooooooooooo! you cant stop!! what are they plagerizing it to?! lol their essays lol haha, no i just keep finding my stories (or stories extremely similar on random websites);; like one of my jonas brother's stories somehow ended up being a jason dolley story? |
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Post by possibilities909 on Feb 12, 2007 23:28:09 GMT -5
haha sorry but thats kinda funny
but hella dumb that theyre gonna write a story and cant even think of their own
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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 12, 2007 23:28:45 GMT -5
haha sorry but thats kinda funny but hella dumb that theyre gonna write a story and cant even think of their own they're all kind of weird things i find; haha, i wish people would at least ask me. i updated "miss murder" :] |
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Post by possibilities909 on Feb 12, 2007 23:35:00 GMT -5
good lol
i cant wait to see more!
seriously like urs are one of the few actually creative ones lol...no offence to anyone else, cuz im including myself in this, but most are just like about meeting and then falling in love. being normal lol
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Post by possibilities909 on Feb 12, 2007 23:35:15 GMT -5
by the way, im sophie |
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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 12, 2007 23:37:11 GMT -5
good lol i cant wait to see more! seriously like urs are one of the few actually creative ones lol...no offence to anyone else, cuz im including myself in this, but most are just like about meeting and then falling in love. being normal lol haha mine are angst to the maxxxx :] hahah. i'll write one for you; well it was originally a troy/ryan hsm fiction, but i'll make it a teddy/sophie fiction, kk ? :] |
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Post by possibilities909 on Feb 12, 2007 23:38:58 GMT -5
haha yes! lol never had one written about me b4
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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 12, 2007 23:40:26 GMT -5
haha yes! lol never had one written about me b4 first chapter posted; it's called Quiet Eloquence :] |
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Post by annabelle on Feb 13, 2007 19:32:27 GMT -5
you're a very good writer. ^^ I'm Annabelle |
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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 13, 2007 19:37:40 GMT -5
you're a very good writer. ^^ I'm Annabelle thank youu :] |
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Post by socarryon44 on Feb 14, 2007 16:45:05 GMT -5
you're a very good writer. ^^ I'm Annabelle I agree with that! ^^ |
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Post by smile♥ on Feb 15, 2007 22:16:36 GMT -5
OOOOOO!!!!
MORE!!
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Post by fallingwithgrace on Feb 25, 2007 19:25:56 GMT -5
2
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So there he was, in all his glory, slumped over the toilet, puking his guts out. Not a great first impression, you might say.
I was pissed. Literally. I shoved past him and emptied my bladder, not even caring if he was in there. He was too stoned out of his mind to notice anyway, but he just threw up all over the floor. Gross.
"Uhnhhhhh..." he made a pathetic noise and passed out, right in his vomit. I almost lost myself right there, but caught it and pulled up my pants. Jerking him out of the pile of his own throw up, I tried not to look at his wasted face. Wasted and young. Way to young and innocent to be partying out here.
No wonder he got so drunk.
With his tousled chocolate hair flying in all directions, I managed to drag him to the door. Some people backed away.
"Thanks," one guy told me. "Now we can all take a piss; stupid prick was in there for at least an hour."
Well he had to puke, I thought to myself.
Supporting the staggering kid out of the crowds, I found a less populated room upstairs. I didn't care if I wasn't supposed to be there; the kid was completely drunk and needed some help before he got really sick. I left him in Christina Reynold's bedroom (oh, the horror; he was puking all over her clean floor), and went downstairs to get a bottle of water (it was probably spiked, judging by the other items). Pouring some on a napkin I found, I went upstairs to clean up his face.
Feeling the cool sensation on his face, the boy stopped whimpering like the pathetic little bastard he was to open his eyes. Which I noticed, were a very beautiful blue. His eyes would have been gorgeous if they weren't so fogged over and glazed from all the drinking and probably drugs he'd done.
He leaned closer to me, and I pushed him away. I didn't want Pukeface all over my shirt. Whining, he tried to get closer again, and I decided just to let him stay there, finishing wiping off the crap off his face.
"Thanks," he managed to whisper.
"No problem, buddy," I told him. I didn't mind it either.
Then he leaned forward and threw up again. There was an escaped whisper, "I want to die."
He would.
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"To die would be an awfully big adventure,"
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