April 2005

“Morning mom!” Morning AJ! Breakfast is on the table.” No thanks mom I think I will pass.” “Alright suit yourself. ………….....AT SCHOOL………………… When I arrived at school all I heard were people talking about some sort of party...but i couldn’t really understand them, they were not talking as loud as usual. “AJ!” Um who is calling my name I thought to myself? “AJ… OVER HERE!” Then finally I got the courage to turn around to see who it was. OMG guess who it was?!? It was my best

In a small town about twenty miles out of San Francisco, there lived a girl named Megan. Megan was just an ordinary 16-year-old. She was the only child of Debby and Max Watson. She had a boyfriend named Duke, who she thought was the sweetest guy ever to exist. Megan and her mother, Debby, shared a special bond that no one else had, not even her and her boyfriend. Megan and her mother looked significantly alike. Megan and her mother both had beige blonde hair with light blue-green eyes. They were

The Greek Egyptian Before I start this off, I need to say one thing. If you think this is just a work of fiction, I envy you, truly. But, if, and just if, you think you can find yourself in these pages, the you need to, stop reading, and burn this book, and belive what ever lie your parents have told you about the world. Now that I 'm done, let 's continue with the story. The following is a transcript of a recording I recived at my residence, about a year after The Serpent 's Shadow. As all

As a person, I believe that we are all created as equals. I don’t think that we should be judged by the color of our skin or our sexuality. We are all human we always make mistakes and we learn from them. I want to make a difference in this world. I don’t believe in a “bad” person I believe that everyone has good in them but it is their choice if they want to be good. I know that people are different and they like or do different things. I believe that girls can do anything that a boy can do. I

Sometime after sunset, I managed to fall asleep on the sofa while Hawking and Gran continued talking. The ghosts, having figured out we just didn’t care anymore, quieted down to the occasional moan and howl. I guessed even ghosts get tired of all the drama after a while. I woke up at ten and saw Gran sleeping in her chair by the fire. Hawking stood by us, keeping watch. After deciding there was no way I was going to be able to fall back asleep, I closed my eyes and was out in seconds. The next

I squinted at the phone in my palm before looking at the surroundings that sped past. Reading a road sign, I told Dawson, “Um…. I think you are supposed to turn right here.” “Are you sure?” Dawson asked with a raised eyebrow. I did not blame him at all for the hesitancy. I had already told him twice to go the wrong way, which made the device beep at me and change the direction we were supposed to be going in. “Fairly. The dot is very close to the turning point,” I said, peering at the screen. He

I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm, I reach over to my phone to shut It off. I see I have a missed call from Matthew my boyfriend. Hm I call his number the phone rings as I wait patiently for his answer. "Hi" I hear his somewhat deep voice say. "Are we going to walk to school together?" I say with joy "Oh sorry I can 't go with you today" he says with a monotone voice "what why not? You 've been skipping out on me a lot recently, you promised we would walk to school together today." Hoping

It should be noted that I 've upvoted every single person who 's disagreed with me here, as far as I know. That said. In 7th grade, I took an SAT test without preparing for it at all, it was spur-of-the-moment, I knew about it about an hour ahead of time and didn 't do any research or anything. I scored higher on it than the average person using it to apply for college in my area. An IQ test has shown me to be in the 99.9th percentile for IQ. This is the highest result the test I was given reaches;

Without another moment of thought, I decided to pop one of the pure pills into my mouth and down the thing with a swig of rum. I could taste the white tablets gruesome effects on the tip of my tongue. The sensation was almost like dancing, I was happy, and the thought of everyone else disappeared from my mind. My mind clouded over after I started blaring music to compete with the jitters I needed to let out. The song that came on didn’t matter, because I was lost in the music of my own heartbeat

“I don’t believe there is one person in this room that doesn’t want the same thing—a quality education for their love ones. Isn’t that the reason we’re all here. Isn’t that what we’re all fighting for,” Miriam asked the crowd as she walked forward. Lowering her voice she continued to speak, “How can I deny my nieces the right to go to a school simply because they live in a different neighborhood? I recently read an article of these two gifted-straight A students who are only nine years old,