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John Muir Middle School

Alexa Lightman: a girl with braces who wants to make a difference. Age 11
Deandra Cody: a formerly chubby Hispanic girl who loves drawing. Age 12
Katie Eckert: a pigtailed basketball player who wants to be star, sterne forward. Age 12
Emma Walsh: a young brunette girl who plays Fußball to win. Age 13
Colleen Tepper: a blonde girl who strives to be a champion figure skater. Age 13
Hannah Slater: a girl with curly brown hair who is a violin prodigy. Age 14
Brooke Paxton: a Hispanic girl who play guitar. Age 11
Brigit Banks: a bun wearing blonde Irish dancer who is very serious and competitive. Age 12
Paige Phillips: a pudgy viola prodigy who competes with Hannah over musical talent and brains. Age 12
Ali Tyler: a dirty blonde swimmer who wants to be in the Olympics. Age 13
Bailee Witwicky: a braceface softball playing tomboy Age 13
Katie Pearson: a blonde who loves Singen and softball is big competition for Bailee. Age 14

Jason Dunlap: a bright, shy boy who Alexa is sort of dating. Age 11
Ian Styles: a free-spirited klutzy genius that secretly likes Deandra. Age 12
Jake Bishop: a gawky nerd who avoids Katie, a girl who likes him, since he fears girls. Age 12
Eddie Watson: a jock with a bad temper who likes Emma. Age 13
Scott Williams: a social outcast who Colleen likes. Age 13
Elliot Miles: a horrible student and techno-geek who is obsessed with girls, especially Hannah. Age 14
Gary LaRusso: a drunk-on-life young man who avoids his Fan club of ladies, the president being Brooke. Age 11
Skipper Pierce: a young man who sees himself as a stud wants Brigit to datum him. Age 12
Ricky Parker: a secretive nerd who likes Süßigkeiten and track is oblivious to Paige’s crush on him. Age 12
Tim Watson: a boy who is the African-American male, even though he’s in seventh grade, who only likes Ali, the best part of middle school. Not related to Eddie Watson. Age 13
Cooper Turk: an average kid who sees the cheerful side of everything, but doesn’t know to the girl who has a crush on him, Bailee. Age 13
Zackie Spicoli: a nerdy young man who likes Katie Pearson. Age 14
posted by KatiiCullen94
I remember the times of the i Liebe you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
posted by VAMPirella1997
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what Du think of it, please?


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Have Du felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Du burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Du will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.

Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
 "I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
"I could see the sorrow in his perfect blue eyes,something was wrong."
Leonardo.....Leonardo....Leonardo.I just couldn't help but melt like an ice cream cone a on a Texas summer day, as I sagte his name over and over.He was just perfect.But I still had my worries about Lulu.Leo still hasn't explained the hug to me.But I don't want to be pushy with Leo.I wasn't exactly with Leo(yet) but we were Schauspielen like it.I didn't want to ask him,I wanted him to ask me.But I could tell he didn't want to break the ice.He knew I liked him but he still so nervous(it was so cute to me).I just wished he would ask already,what was holding him back from me?I certainly wasn't,so what...
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I was completely dreading the fact that I had another seven Mehr hours until I had to face Joel for the first time since that rain incident.I was looking up at Juan's guesthouse bedroom ceiling.It was completely pitch black but yet to me,it sagte so much.It sagte how my herz felt and how drained my brain was.The black ceiling stated exactly what I wanted to happen,for it to just stay night forever.Why did I have to go to school tomorrow?Why did I have to see that jerk and his perky,little,annoying girlfriend?I just want to stay here in this bed.

I sadly had three classes with Joel and two with...
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 "Jaslene's Dream"
"Jaslene's Dream"
"I don't feel like going anywhere at the moment Juaney."
The Tag after everything had happened with Joel was when the fact that he really was gone set in.I began my grieving I guess Du could say.I was now really hungry for anything I could find and very moody.I could tell my mood swings were definitely getting on Juan's nerves;but Juan wouldn't leave.Juan thought I was going to do something crazy as soon as he left my side so no matter what I did oder what I said,Juan wasn't leaving.
I enjoyed having his company but at the same time,I just wanted to cry and be herz broken just for today,but with...
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posted by viju
I'm talking to my friend,
She is my BFF,
And boy, are we having some fun.
We IM back and forth,
We sit on the front porch.
We talk about things on our minds.
We both hate the principal,
The staff and the admin.
At are very sucky school.
We talk about boys,
All our pets and our toys,
And what we wanna do in life.

(Chorus)
She's my BFF,
Well we hold some bets.
We smile while playing sports,
Our Favorit things are cool shorts.
We talk back and forth
We talk on that porch.
We are bestest friends,
And that will never end.

We struggle through stupid tests,
But we always try our best.
We eat at the lunch table,
We all tell...
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I was bored. I was very bored. There was nothing to do; not a single thing. I grabbed my iPod and turned on the Numa Numa song, but I was still bored. I turned on my laptop and begun Schreiben a short story, which Du may very well be Lesen now, but my boredom was left uncured. Riding in the car was boring, and I wished I had a cell phone to text my Friends with, but alas, I was practically broke. I only had around seventy-five bucks, and that was from Christmas. If I had kept my twenty that I had used for IMVU credits, well, then maybe I’d have enough for a go phone at the least. But I had...
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posted by TeanRose424
have Du noticed when Du fall in Liebe it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do Du feel it? Do Du feel it when Du fall in love, oder when Du just are overfilled with joy?






Have Du ever felt it? oder have Du felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Du have to fly away from it before your Liebe hurts you? oder does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?





Tell me what Du think...
posted by ashesandwine
I'm not sure if I'll keep this going but if I do, I'll post it on my spot and here:) I still remember posting my first story here! I after sent it to my spot where it's still going, but this was the first place and I thank Du all for receiving it:) Thanks! So I hope Du like this one too:)


"I Liebe you..." Was the last thing I heard from him, as the blade went through his throat in one gracious move. That was it... All that I had ever fought for, all that I knew and loved, Lost in one single move! I was Lost in the darkness, trap in the sorrow and blood...
"I'm sorry..." Was the last thing...
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posted by emmett
A was an Artist who wasted his talent
B rode a Bicycle and was very gallant
C was a Conductor with a musical ear
D was a Drunk, addicted to beer
E climbed Mt. Everest and achieved his goal
F was a Fireman and slid down a pole
G was a Glutton and ate what he got
H was a Hunter, a very good shot
I was an Ice skater with brand new skates
J was called Jane and couldn’t pay the rates
K was a King who ruled all the land
L was a Lady, a white handschuh on her hand
M was a Milkman who turned milch into cheese
N was a Nanny who made the children say please
O mined Opals and sold what he got
P was a Princess who bought...
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posted by Rob_patt_fan
hey... so this is my new story... I don't like the other one! So... I started this one! don't forget 2 Kommentar and rate!

Something was missing. Something big, like my heart! I couldn't find it. I got up from my own screams. I couldn't breathe. He wasn't there to hold me in his cold hands. He wasn't there anymore. I doubted if he would ever come back. I was thinking of everything I could do to get to him. Tears came down of my face and dropped on my kissen as I tried to stand up and go to the bathroom. Charlie was already downstairs so I hurried and made him breakfast. I didn't eat anything like...
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posted by Office_001
A little peak of sun shone in his window, yes! It was Saturday; Jake Scott loved Saturdays because these were the days when his mom, Terri, and he would go to the park for a picnic. Jake was so excited for today that he slept in his clothes though the were now wrinkled but he didn’t care. Creeping down the hall way quiet enough as to not wake his mom Jake went and made himself his Favorit cereal. Jake usually had his mom help him get his cereal because he was seven and short that he couldn’t reach the cabinet, but he wanted to surprise his mom, he wanted to make his own breakfast today....
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posted by OneFoggyNight
(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two Minuten so yeah they might not be that great...)



***You'll never be alone***



Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If Du have Friends
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if Du think Du might die
If Du have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if Du have friends
You’ll never be alone
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***No Going Back***





Believe not this lie ive told
I am not...
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For those of Du who didn't see my pick, I'm trying to decide whether I should reveal at the beginning of my book, that a main character is going to die at the end. These are three versions of opening paragraphs that I've written. If there's one that Du like the best, let me know in the Kommentare oder in the pick.

1. This one gives away the most information, including when she dies and how she's killed:
I had no idea when I started at Skip’s Burger Grill, that on October 22, 2009, sitting there in the walk-in refrigerator, huddled together with my colleagues for warmth, my life would be changed...
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posted by Sweet_Pants
Give away to the morning

Light is here

Look away from the mourning

Is she gone, is she still...?


And let the Tag go ahead

Without you

Find a place, a dark space

To hide you

What’s a day, a sunny day

To you?

Fade away, let the your rainclouds

Guide you


There goes the downpour

Long gone your hello...


Find it in you

To make that last stand

It’s a silent drive

It’s her very last one.


Here come the clear skies

There goes your fare well...
posted by Sweet_Pants
Find the casual sun day

Starting with the stumbling wake-up, the strained smile

Smelling the hurried breakfast, bile up her throat

Shrinks away from it, queasy, holding her stomach

Never letting it leave her, the emptiness filling up

Inside her, determined to make it last


Heavy textbooks never all that’s holding her down

Uncertainty sawing through her, the only thing filling

What she considers a burden, but how could hunger

Be so cruel?

It’s drilling into her, snarling, never dulling

Never letting up, just a little longer

A little longer...


She dry heaves, it’s a tiny stall

And the walls are closing...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
If Du spend your life wishing to die, willing to end it yourself, even, and the chance was given, would Du take it? If Du had chosen that fate, when your breath became slow and painful, would Du still wish that on yourself? In the shadow of death, would the reality of it dawn on you, when it was just too late?

A life of darkness was not one worth much, to Taylor.

She had been so desperate to die. Willing to do it herself, had it been possible.

She lifted the messer to her bared forearm.

The flat, cold edge of the blade pierced the pale skin of her wrist. She felt no pain from it.

The midnight...
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posted by kayleebabee
The flight from New york to Rome took an excrutiatingly long time to land and all the while i was getting Mehr and Mehr annoyed with Edward. "as soon as we land we will run to Volterra okay." I muttered quickly braiding my hand through Edwards and sighing contentedly.
"I know that it's just what if we are too late?" his voice broke on the word late.
"we won't be i promise." I didn't know if that was true but i was trying to soothe him i better not voice my true opinion out loud. I half dragged a depressed Edward through the terminals and growled sharply as I saw the bright sunlight outside.
"Oh...
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posted by kayleebabee
Edward and i made the flight to new york with moments to spare.
while the girl scanned our passports through the database i tried to call carlisle. Again.
"Edward your growling stop it." i muttered to low for the human woman to hear.
"right sorry do Du think we will make it in time?" his words were cracked and strained in his effort to keep it together.
"I hope so Edward, I really do." i sighed delicately.
we got to our seats on the plane edward was muttering a stream of profanities.
"It is faster than running." I tried to placate him.
"i know that." he hissed at me.
"Hey don't take this out on me."...
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posted by Bella_Swan3
She reached out and made contact with a brick wall.

Careful not to draw attention to herself, she scaled the building and hurled herself over the lip.

Without pausing, she ran across the rooftops, leaping the small gap between them. The pain was worsening Von the minute.

She froze, hearing two voices coming from the alley below. She crouched low, peering over the edge, her heightened senses zeroing in on the conversation.

She calculated their positions, and leaped down, her figure a blur. She landed, pinning her first victim down. She clapped her hand over his mouth, stifling his scream. With...
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