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Dear Santa,
Hello, my name is Sarah. I am a high schooler and I would just like to know if you can get me my very few wishes... -
This is the story of me and my friends...And Creepy Stalker Kid...It really has no plot...It was going to originally...But I changed my mind...They're kinda funny...And the maj
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"*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*..."
"Murrrrrrphmmmm," I HATE my alarm clock. I mean absolutely despise it. -
Rather then nearly running into Creepy Stalker Kid, I physically ran into It. Humph! I'd rather run into a leper, or a plague infected rat, ANYONE but him.
I should probably -
Coincidence it must have been.
On my way to lunch I became slightly paranoid, but half way up the first of two more flights, I tripped up the stairs so I forgot all about Cr -
And just like that the kid disappeared.
After a trip to our lockers, Amber and I going one way, Sam and Nicole going another, we gathered at "The Box." -
That question had been on my mind all through the rest of the day, and well into the night.
I spend my next class, Study Hall, with that lovable moron, Sam. About half way t -
And talk to him I will, but for now I'm on my way to work, which I normally don't mind.
I show up, like normal, right on time, and no one else is there. Surprise, surprise. -
My mind was made up. I am going to talk to him. I don't know when but I was going to.
I found my way home, sat in front of my computer for a while bitching to Nicole, Sam, a -
That was one of the weirdest dreams I have ever had.
For about a month nothing spectacular happened. The days floated by like ~Insert flaky cliche here~ and nothing really h -
Best spring break was kind of an understatement, but I don't like my readers to think that I'm yelling at them or that I have a mental deficiency that causes me to have seizure
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After returning from the wedding I went back to school and something didn't seem right.
"Hey, Nicole," I asked her one afternoon, "Have you seen Creepy Stalker Kid? He hasn' -
I mean it's really, truly, that easy.
The rest of the day passes with sorrow and I repeat the home process of doing nothing and then going to sleep. -
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The day was sweltering, to put it lightly. A typical day in the middle of July, with hot days and cool night. The type of days they used to write songs about in musics golden a
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He spent the rest of the day with Her on His mind. Who is She? Where did She come from? Why was She so god damned beautiful?
It wasn't until that night, on His way home from -
I, Sarah, am a gambling addict. I am not old enough to partake in any legal gamboling in any states, and I am not one of those kids that play poker with their friends on the we
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Boy picks girl up. Normally girl would pick boy up, but with today's high gas prices, they can pay for that.
Should have said this first, but boy pays for everything. So boy
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