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Chapter 1: Beauty is a cruel mistress

Sighing I sat down in the usual hard wooden chairs that the school provided. Taking out my book I opened it to the page I had been Lesen last night at unspeakable hours of the morning-or afternoon for humans- none the less I was tired and the small Schreiben printed on the pages strained my eyes. I was in English, which considering I was a vampire and having no intentions of pursuing a career in literature was quite a pointless subject. I had already had four classes already this morning and I was not looking vorwärts-, nach vorn to this one.
“Rose” a smooth but...

I am not sure why I am Schreiben this down.I guess I just felt like it, telling my story.It was years Vor and although it was on some papers and local news, the story gradually faded and got forgotten Von everyone. Everyone but me, and I know to this Tag that what people heard was not the true story.Of course, even then as a small child I knew that telling it would only do Mehr harm to me than good, I would be called crazy and they wouldn't even try to protect me from something that they would just label the ravings of a demented little girl.
Ten years have passed since, I was a quiet kid, barely...

I read this and had to pass it on.
my name is sarah
i am three
my eyes are swollen
i cannot see
i must be stupid
i must be bad
what else could have made
my daddy so mad
i wish i were better
i wish i werent ugly
then maybe my mommy
would still wanna hug me
i cant do a wrong
i can't speak at all
or else i locked up
all Tag long
when i wake up
im all alone
the house is dark
my folks arent Home
when my mommy does come Home
i try to be nice
so maybe i'll just get
one wipping tonight
i just heard a car
my daddy is back
from charlie's bar
i heard him curse
my name is called
i press myself
against...

I am clever. I am witty.
I am popular. I am idolized. I am loved.
Everyone values my opinion. They cling to my every word.
I am free of rules.
Advice doesn't apply to me. I don't need it.

I am always right. So don't Frage my opinion, because Du are wrong.
Whatever Du can do, I can do twice as well.

I am untouchable.
I fling attacks from behind my fortress and fear no retaliation.
I am safe, sicher behind my shield.
Stronger than steel. Stronger than diamonds. Stronger than you.

No-one would dare retaliate. I am inside my fortress.
And Du can't get in. Du can't hurt me.

I see, hear, smell, and touch, but...

Here is the first chapter of my story. I gepostet the first half like two months Vor but here it is again. Von the way this book has two perspectives. I edited the first chapter.

The first day-Athena's perspective

Boy now that I look back at that week it was when my perspective on all things changed. I knew that week was different. The first Tag felt off. Just Von how I woke up.
"Athena! Get up and get ready for school!" my mom shouted at me
My eyes popped open and I got up immediately and got dressed. This was new for me since I always got up later and refused to get out of bett but I felt like I...

Me: Okay these are two poems of mine. The first one is a translation of sonnet 18, Von shakkespear the other is an original, so thats probably really bad lol. Du could say my translation helps people understand what its about

Sonnet 18-translated Von me written bt shakespear

Are Du as lovely as the days of summer
But Du can not be, for your beauty and fairness range far beyond
summer can be rough, shaking the Blumen in bloom
And summer is to short for my liking
The sun bears down harshly upon us,
and is often eclipsed Von the clouds.
And all beauty erodes away,
by the the mother of nature or...

Holy crap ..... How? How did he get to school so fast Mehr important Why is he at my school?
“wait”i noticed a poster behind joshua“ didnt the principal say that we had to wear our uniform tomorow because james got a metal?” I as birana
“we do Du sure?”she look horrified
“unless that poster is wrong”i piont out
“hmmm well james did do a good job in that incident”
“bri he saved a suicidal kid...twice the same Tag but I guess the principal killed the glory Von making us waer that monkey suit dress”yuck I may not know much about fashion but tje dress was just so plain it had...

May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a Jahr after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret Mehr than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our Zurück location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She...