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''Try'' "Put your make up on Get your nails done Curl your hair Run the extra mile Keep it slim So they like you. Do they like you?"        'Just a little longer,' You told yourself as you jogged down the sidewalk. It was around 7 in the morning, and you were out for your daily morning jog that you had decided to do at the beginning of the summer, and had done for the past three months. Usually, you ran around 4 miles each day, but this morning you had decided to take a longer route, so that added an extra mile to your routine. You were out of breath and both your lungs and legs were screaming at you to stop, but you kn

*Slight strong language warning!* It was just another day at school for you, starting the way it always did. With you shoved up against a locker door. "Hey there, bitch. Not so high and mighty without your friends, are you?" A girl sneered in your face. You just stared back, barely even blinking. This was not new, so why react to it? "Oh, so the whore thinks she's too high and mighty to talk to us," She snorted, and someone behind her piped up, "She's such a slut! I bet she's screwing all of them! That's the only reason they would ever hang out with such a useless girl like her!" The bullies laughed. "She also looks like a complete bimbo

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Your POV I woke up earlier than usual and decide to go back to sleep. I feel Masky's arm around my waist and smile as I start to get a warm feeling flow through my body. I think about last night's events. How I tried to kill myself and Masky came and stopped me. Then I remember him showing how he really felt about me. I start to feel bad because I must have really scared him last night. I could see it in his eyes. I do feel the same way, but I was still worried about trusting someone with my heart again. Even though its him, I'm still scared my heart will end up broken again. I feel is arm wrap around me tighter. My eyes start to feel heavy

Problems, problems, problems, the world gives me nothing but problems! My name is _______ _______, the personification of the island nation of (Country name). My home is located a ways off the coast of Latvia in the Baltic Sea. On a clear day, you can stand of the southern beaches of the island and see the coast of Gotland on the horizon. My nation may be small, but the people who call this place home, myself included, are a strong, sturdy people. We have to be; it hails bullets from September to November, it snows blankets from December to February, it rains buckets from March to May, and the sun blisters and burns from June to August. Yet,

It was the yearly Christmas pageant at the school. _____________ was getting her class ready for their first pageant. Everyone in the school had to put something on and many teachers planned for months. It took the Kindergartners months to finally decide on something. They were going to do two classics, first A Night Before Christmas and general Christmas carols. She assigned each student for a special task and they took to it wholeheartedly. Team A which consisted of Artie, Lovi, Francis, Yao, Toni, and Ivan were in charge of stage design, Team B: Kuro, Feliciano, Lutz, Edgar, Matthew, and Alfred were in charge of acting and props. Since the

Sebastian X Reader: The Pirate’s Daughter Ch.1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There will be Swearing, pirate talk, violence and fluff. Eventually. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                I had Just pick pocketed a rich pirate at the docks of Poole Harbor. The year was 1887, and I had just turned 18 last May. I was on my way to the Baker. The only ones that noticed my actions were a spoiled brat about 12 years of age, and his butler. A tall man with raven-black locks and piercing red eyes. The