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 "'When you come of age, in harmony you will be united with your one true partner'. All young adults, ages eighteen through twenty-one, who have not taken part in the Harmony Tests, will do so this Saturday at the Central Plaza Library at 8:00 AM. Do not be late." ~Josie~ The announcement rang through the town… and I swear I just died a little. Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. I knew I would have to do this eventually… My eighteenth birthday just had to be today, huh? If it was tomorrow, I'm sure I would have been able to get out of it this year. I mean come, on! The Council usually let's us skip a few years if we want, but thi

Ollo, there! You are about to read/sing my anti-twi parody three! Close your eyes and go back a few decades until you reach the era of big hair, leather pants tighter than the Jonas Brothers' and un-ecofriendly hair spray that sticks like glue. This is a play on "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee"! Look At Me i'm Sparkley Lousy with my sexuality Won't do it in bed Till I'm legally wed *(Or: "Till Bella's dead") I can't I'm Sparkley Watch it! Hey im Edward Gay I was not brought up that way. Bella won't come across Because I'm the boss Her heart just to me. I don't drink human blood, I Sparkle I don't go bat at night I get ill from the

"Jules, your partner will be Xander." Mrs. Kremor blankly stated as she read off her list. Well, that's interesting. God ought to have a good reason for having me paired up with the antisocial, depressed, emo kid who tends to live in Emocorner, Lifesucks Land. I see one of the reasons I'm paired with this guy: It's the whole point; being paired up with someone you've never had a conversation with in your entire life. After all, this is Social Class. I mean literally; the teachers found it reasonable to create a mandatory "Social Class" and assign it to the not-so-social kids as an elective. I was picked because I only have, like, three frie

"And why is it that I can't publish my essay in the school paper, Mr. Nelwood?" I grinned deviously. Man, I love pissing off this guy- watching his ears get all red and his face squinching up. Being the head journalist for Rockwell High is the best experience I have ever had; however, doing what I do, I am supposed to write something that raises a strong debate. At least that's what I was told. But Mr. Nelwood does not seem to understand that. You write your essay on the subject of euthanasia and all of a sudden, hell breaks loose. "FALON, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WRITE IT ON 'YOUTH IN ASIA', NOT 'EUTHANASIA!" he belted. HA! I wish I had my came

Buried in all the lies, We heard not his constant cries And when our loved one died By his very own hand, It seemed as if all logic it defied. How could we possibly understand The pain he had been feeling? The truths he had been concealing? It just didn’t make sense That his pain had been so immense Without out our knowing. Even his face was still glowing And his smile was still showing. For we were so deaf, So blind To the heavily masked signs Of the pain— That in the end, We never knew he was in the rain. I guess I will never know Why so soon He had to go. Buried in all the lies, We heard not his constant cries.

I gazed down at the body of murky water, disbelieving all of the tall tales that say beneath the cloudy surface lies an angry ghost. They call her The Sea Witch. A sea witch. Really? In all of my seventeen years, this story just really takes the cake. And people believe it, too! Long, long ago, they say, A beautiful young woman with hair like whipped chocolate Walked down to the dock of the Hazelgrove bay. She would greet her husband, a captain, at noon As she always did Every two moons. And there she stood, at the end of the dock, Waiting to see the illuminating lights of his boat Through the fog in the horizon as twelve struck the

I ran my fingers through my long, dull, normally greasy hair, leant back, and inhaled the crisp, morning air. I say 'normally greasy' since I have the day off and aren't working in the mines with my father unit; which means I can let my hair down and not have to worry about the—Crap, I have the day off and all I'm choosing to think about is my hair?! That is just sad, but no use feeling sorry for myself. I dangled my feet over the metal platform, studying my toes intently. I heard human girls from the Northern Region actually paint the nails. I wonder why, since your feet will just get dirty anyway and the paint is sure to peel off even

I put the pillow down and jerked my head in Lon's direction, "Don't rub it in, fruit cake." This is horrible. I swear, this is officially the worst day of my life. How can Brent simply decide my and Shawn's kissing doesn't have enough passion? Oh yeah, he's the director. I would normally call him something rude, but that would be an insult to whatever term I would use. Lon laughed, "Come on, it can't be THAT hard? See, watch." Lon walked over, pulled me off the couch, and without the slightest of a warning, he kissed me in a more advanced way than Shawn ever had. He broke away, slung me back on the couch, and turned to Shawn, "And that's h

Dear Diary, 5/30 I hate writing things and you know it, but Mrs. O'Malley said I had to. However, I am not doing this just for her; I'm doing it for you, you stupid journal. I've had you in my desk drawer for a year now and I think it'd be fit that you get some crap written down for ya. 'Kay, so I have to write what happened today, right? Yeah. Um, let's see. Some new guy my age moved in next door and he's super cute. He dresses like a prep, but his hair looks emo. Weird combo, right? I know! I don't know his name yet, but this is, like, the beginning of summer vacation so maybe I can get to be his buddy before the Barbies eat him! Or the

I jumped when I heard a car pull up. Doors closed, and the front door of our house opened, "Clary?! Jay?! Where are you?!" Mama called. Mama and Daddy never came home this early! I mean sure, they've gotten home early before, but this is ridiculous! What would happen if Daddy looked this way at the window and saw it wide open? He would close it. CLICK! A light flashed at the window, "Stalking you two is glorious! This is the dirtiest crap I have ever obtained on anyone just to get a story for the paper! No pun intended." Norman laughed. THAT. STUPID. GEEKY. IDIOTIC. FAMILIAR. SON-OF-A. BISCUIT. I thought Norman was my buddy, I never liked th

'What are sexyness eyes anyway?' wondered Risa. Mommy and Daddy had gone upstairs. Loretta and Zane were in the living room. Risa was playing with her dollies in her room, well, she WAS. Risa wondered down the hallway and stopped at the opening of the living room. She heard footsteps and looked back. Daddy was coming. She looked at Zane and Loretta. Loretta was sitting in Zane's lap and they were doing that Kissing thing again. The one that lasted a very long time and required a lot of movement. Risa wanted to know how they could breathe, but she never bothered to ask. She also knew that they would be in a LOT of trouble if Daddy saw this.

To be With You Forever prof. 2 Reilynn DOB: May 1 Age: 18 Fave Color: Teal Fave Food: Salad Fave Drink: Diet Dr. Pepper BF: Jeisik Brother: Ryen Fave Music: Rock Fave Animal: Bird (Specifically, a Blue Jay) First Thing She Notices About A Guy: His eyes. (The closest way to know what they're thinking is, probably, to take a good look into their eyes...) Eye Color: Aqua Hair Color: Ashy blonde. Arden DOB: May 2 Age: 18 Fave Color: Metallic Green Fave Food: Shrimp Fave Drink: Diet Coke BF: Ryen Brother: Jeisik Fave Music: Country Fave Animal: Cat First Thing She Notices About A Guy: His hair (Why not?! X3) Eye Color: Sil