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JoyAs a child, Joy Clark lived a fairly normal life. Sure, there were some strange happenings and the other children never seemed to like her, but she chalked it up to the fact that her clothes were never the right kind, she refused to worship Queen Bee Veronica Woolensby, and that she was adopted. Of course, none of that seemed to matter once she received that letter, elegant green ink on stiff parchment from a stranger named Minerva McGonagall who was Deputy Headmistress of a school named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, the young witch was thrilled to discover that she had magic and that a train departing from platform 9¾Joy


TattleTo Elsie, the house was a prison. With her condition, she could not go outside. She was not free to frolic and laugh with the other children her age. Instead, she was shown to a room filled with dolls and told to amuse herself. Because of her lack of social activity, and her complete separation from the sun and fresh air, she was a small child and very pale. Everyone attributed it to her condition as an invalid and did not realize that her little heart was aching for the world outside. And so it came to be that at two oclock Thursday afternoon, Patty went down to the kitchen to gossip with the new maid, and Elsie slipped outTattle


Blank CanvasBlank canvas. Thats how I see us: infinite possibilities. We could become a tragedy or a comedy. Typed out in neat font. Black letters clustered on a white plain. We could become a sketch: yellow daffodils grown from oil in this barren place. White field. We are the strokes of a charcoal pen, the rough sketch transforming into something wonderful. To me, you are the way you are. Perhaps a photograph then. But how to capture in one shot the spirit that is you. How can I capture the way you eagerly leap into discussion with me about nothing at all? How can I represent the playful way in which you take back your stolen writing implement? HBlank Canvas
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If He Is, I'm NotHe is popular, I am an outsider. He is in love, I am not loved. He is happy, I am tortured. He is perfect, I am invisible.If He Is, I'm Not


Forever: Epilogue Christmas was a treat this year. I had come home for Thanksgiving, but this was my first extended stay at home. Cass, Nicole, Zack and I were celebrating by having a pool party. Only in California can you swim on Christmas. Well maybe Hawaii, but I dont know. Berkeley was a lot of fun--much more fun than I had expected. The part that surprised me was that I suddenly had a lot of friends. There was something to be said about meeting people who didnt know you their whole lives. Still, the best part about college was Zack. He lived aForever: Epilogue


Forever Ch. 19 Once I stepped past the gateway, I felt the separation tear at my heart. It was a bitter-sweet kind of feeling. On the one hand, I was opening a new chapter in my life. On the other hand, I was closing another. I held my boarding pass in one hand, searching for my terminal. Eventually, I found it. All the seats were taken, so I had to stand in the corner. All passengers traveling on Flight J891 are to board now. Repeat, all passengers traveling on Flight J891 are to board now. Sighing slightly, I pullForever Ch. 19


Forever Ch. 18ZackForever Ch. 18
This had been, hands down, the worst summer Id ever had. No Amanda at all. I know I was being a complete jerk. I hadnt even tried talking to her. But I really did miss her. So much. It really hurt to know that it was my fault that things had to be this way. Summer was not enjoyable, but it was really busy. I was accepted into Stanford, Harvard, and USC after winning our championship game. I decided to go to Stanford because they had accepted me as quarterback there. There was no way in hell I was giving up f
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It was summer, and it was hot. Rachel was there. A lonely gray couch. 'Oh, look,' cried Ned, and then the kingdom was his forever. The end.
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The sun is breaking in your eyes,To start a new day.This broken heart can still survive,With a touch of your grace.
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You only see what you expect to see. Only if you alow your eyes to open, can you truley discover truth.
Or you can blame everything on a talking mushroom!
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