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(Happy New Year Babe!) 5 4 3 2 1! "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" the people of your home town shouted to the top of their lungs. Cheering and lighting up sparkles, waving them in mid air. Then a BOOM made you jump in surprise. It was the fireworks, they started to light them up. How you wish you could get out and join in the fun but you were too afraid because there were so many gangsters and drunks out in the open and you didn't want to get hurt. But you really wanted was HIM. You wish that he was here with you, holding you in his strong arms and watching the fireworks together behind the window and enjoying its majestic lights how it burst ou

"Okay class, we have a new student today." The teacher announced. "Whoa! Really?" "Is it a girl or a boy?" "Is he hot?" "Is she hot?" "Where are they?" "Okay that's enough!" The teacher yelled. "You people are so rambunctious! You're going to scare the poor girl away." A couple girls groaned. The teacher walked to the door and opened it. "You can come in now." He said softly. She hesitated, standing at the door fiddling with her fingers. "C-can I j-just stay out h-here?" The students heard her whisper. The teacher laughed a little. "Oh come now, love. How do you suppose you're going to learn if you stay out there?" She thought

Your locker slammed shut as you walked to the cafeteria to eat "food". Quotation marks because to call that stuff real food would be scandalous. And we'd hate to cause scandal. Adjusting the scarf around your neck and pulling the black miniskirt down a bit more onto the underlying leggings, you joined the line stretching from the food-obtaining station to the door. You sighed. This was going to take a bit. In order to occupy yourself, you looked over the guy standing in front of you. You had seen him around the hallways, but never gotten a good look at him. He was fairly well built, with golden blond hair and an odd cowlick that seemed to n

You stood there glaring at your boyfriend, You were a mess from cooking dinner. He was playing that Black OPS on his Xbox 360. He has completely zoned out. He hasn't spent a single minute with you. That's all he played for 3 weeks straight. Minus the eating, short naps, potty breaks and quick showering. You sigh giving a fake smile "Alfie come to dinner please." you offered with optimism. He paused his game and stared at you in a zombified state. "Eh? Oh... Just bring the grub here babe!" He grinned. You frowned "No, come to the table to eat" You pouted. "Aw come on _______! I'm on round 45!" He whined. You couldn't take it anymore. "Alfr

How every fairy tale starts.... Hatred. That was what lived in one man's world that he was practically consumed by hatred. He held it all in; pride, anger, will, and raging animosity. What was to become of his world? He had walked many years and felt only the pain of loss and grief. This man, this sorcerer, this Necromancer, had no room for hope in his heart any more. Only vengeance and growing disgust each day. Now, dear reader, why would I start with this man in our beloved fairy tale? Why would I show you the inner darkness that consumed him? Because this man is a key role in our tale that is why. But for now, I think I must go deeper in

“Go ask out that girl over there.” An evil grin spread across Gilbert’s lips as he tried to point subtly(and failed). Antonio rolled his eyes at his antics. “Could you be any more rude, se pincha insoportable?” Of course, his scolding was all in good fun; Gilbert shook off the insult like it was nothing, even though he understood it completely from hearing it so often. He gave his friend’s arm a playful punch. “Well, how am I, the awesome Gilbert, supposed to know a girl like her’s name? She’s so insignificant!” Francis let out a disapproving huff. “Everyone has significance in

Prolougue-The Girl with the Memory "Oh why here. Why now. I thought I would never see him again!" You cried frantically slipping into the shadows of the walls. They were all here. Spain. Prussia. France. And...him. Even your brother was still giving him the evil eye. You put your hand to your face. "Oh Yao." You thought. But why here? Why now? Wasn't he out of your life? Weren't you through with him? This was insane! You glanced back at him once more. He and America were too busy poking France. You sighed. Slinking down into a sitting position. They were all here. All here. You couldn't bare to look at them even. You looked out the wind

*~*~*~*Narrator (AWWHH YEAHH)*~*~*~* You were hanging out with your friend Antonio during lunch time, trying to find a way to show him you didn't… …Err… …like him a certain way. And it wasn't just him; it was all of the Bad Touch Trio. They were constantly hitting on you, and you were tired of pretending not to notice it. Yes, that's right; you didn't love any of them. /slapped/ Okay, okay! Actually you may have liked them, but I mean, c'mon! They were your friends, but they were also huge players. You didn't want to set yourself up to get hurt by them. And you already had enough satisfaction watching plenty of girls