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1. codababy37
   posted a quote
   September 3, 2012 9:33pm UTC
   "I see you've got your priorities strait; Jake, jail, and then home."
   ~Sweet Home Alabama
   
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2. codababy37
   posted a quote
   August 28, 2012 3:14pm UTC
   I've decided to start doing Inspirational Bible Verses. I will be reading through the bible, and posting all of the ones that have inspired me or that I feel should be taken note of. I've already posted one, but would you guys actually read them?
   Seriously, don't care about favs and stuff, but please fav if you would. Thanks!!
   Again, I don't care about having a whole bunch of favs. Just curious.
   And one more time, just in case you still want to call me out on asking for favs to get a top quote, I'M NOT!
   
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3. codababy37
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   August 28, 2012 2:58pm UTC
   So, apparently my high school does weird things like "Spirit Week" and "Redneck Day" (I live in a tiny town in Northern New York. The grade I'm in, is a class of roughly 100 students.) and we're supposed to get exceedingly involved and stuff. My principal actually said to us, "Don't worry about sticking out if you do these. You will stick out if you don't do them."
   I HAVE OFFICALLY FOUND A NEW WAY TO STICK OUT AND BE MY OWN PERSON!! SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!
   
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4. codababy37
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   August 28, 2012 12:19am UTC
   Freshman Orientation tomorrow. KILL ME NOW!
   
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5. codababy37
   posted a quote
   August 25, 2012 7:53pm UTC
   Runaway
   ~*~Chapter 6~*~
   Yes, I do realize there isn't much here. Chapter six is actually a short story that I wrote a little while ago. The link is here -----------------> http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6164054
   I love you all SO much! Thanks for sticking around for so long. I might just end this soon, and start over another time. I don't know if I really want to keep going with this; I feel like it's going nowhere. Sorry. :(
   Anyway, I promise that I'll write a new story or something sometime soon. Maybe I'll do a 1D Fanfic.... *evil grin* Hehe!
   Thanks for reading!!!!
   ~Mandi ♥
   
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6. codababy37
   posted a quote
   August 25, 2012 7:46pm UTC
   Psalm 116:1-2--
   "I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live."
   Should I do a series?
   
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7. codababy37
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   August 23, 2012 1:43pm UTC
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8. codababy37
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   August 22, 2012 8:51pm UTC
   My boyfriend's grandfather died today, and I just want, so badly, to go see him and comfort him, but I feel like no matter what I say or what I do, nothing will make him feel any better. I love him, and I hate seeing him hurting.
   
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9. codababy37
   posted a quote
   August 19, 2012 1:31pm UTC
   I want a relationship where
   we get into constant "I love you more" fights.
   I want him to call me beautiful,
   I want him to be himself around me.
   I don't care if he's the star of the football,
   Or the weakest member of the debate team.
   I don't care if he has "movie star looks"
   Or could possibly resemble a garbage can.
   I want him to be taller than me,
   But not too tall.
   I want him to call me back after I hang up,
   And say he's sorry.
   But I don't want to expect that,
   So I want him to just call back and keep talking to me.
   (But hearing that he's sorry sometimes, wouldn't be all that bad...)
   I don't care what he's into,
   As long as he doesn't mind listening to talk about what I like.
   I don't want him to call me perfect,
   I don't want him to try to change me.
   I want him to love me for all of my imperfections,
   And think I'm just right with them.
   I want him to get along with my family,
   And I want him to want me to be close with his family.
   But most of all,
   I want him to fight for us,
   To keep us together,
   No matter what.
   I just explained my relationship with my boyfriend. I love him, and I'll love him forever.
   
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10. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 19, 2012 10:43am UTC
    Runaway
    ~*~Chapter 5~*~
    *Tessa’s POV*
    **One Week Later**
    I still couldn’t believe that my time away from home had been cut short. If only I hadn’t given that note to Shane, if only I had run a different way, if only…..
    I blamed Shane for everything; for finding me, for telling my mother, for making me go back home. I didn’t want to be ‘home’. Didn’t he understand that? This place that I was supposed to call ‘home’ wasn’t much of a home to me. I was an intruder, stepping all over my mother’s perfect family, making her past weigh her down. My mother could’ve been anything, she could’ve been someone, but no. I was a stupid mistake that kept her from doing what she wanted.
    I had to be constantly watched, to be sure that I couldn’t slip away again. My parents installed sensors on all the doors and windows, and kept the password to themselves.
    One day, however, Daniel and Jess had gone to the store, and left me with Grace at her house. I tricked her into thinking that they had come home, and went back next door. I stood in the living room, and looked around. I picked up everything that was a trace of me from the downstairs, and placed it in my room upstairs. I removed any evidence that I even lived in this house.
    I was so numb with pain and anger that I couldn’t even think strait. I couldn’t run again; everything I needed was in the garage, and there was no way I could open it without the key that my parents had. So what was I going to do, to get away from this horrid thing I called my life?
    I walked around downstairs, and finally ended up in the bathroom.
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    Blargh!
    So here ya go, chapter five!!!!!
    I really don't know what to say to you guys, other than I LOVE YOU!!
    I know I have, like, seven readers, maybe a few more, but I still love you all. Hey, you know what would be fun? I WOULD LIKE ALL OF MY READERS TO FAV THIS CHAPTER, JUST SO THAT I KNOW YOU ARE READING. I just want to figure out just how many readers I have.
    Sorry this chapter is so short. It's a filler chapter, but the next one is quite a bit longer.
    I'm thinking about doing chapter hints, so if you want them, comment and let me know.
    There are only thirteen more spots left. Hurry up before they are all gone!
    I am currently notifying:
    iluhyoux
    samjam
    xForeverLovedx
    fiesty1
    xochaarlotteexoo_stories
    maddie_styles
    gymnast123500
    Oh, and by the way, the prologue is actually my life story. Every last word of it is true, except for the last two sentences.
    I love you!! ~Mandi ♥
    
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11. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 17, 2012 12:40pm UTC
    Runaway
    ~*~Chapter 4~*~
    *Tessa’s POV*
    I woke up early the next morning to footsteps. I couldn't tell just how far they were from me, but they were near. I could faintly hear a voice, but I couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying. I slowly, quietly climbed out of my sleeping bag, rolled it up, and stuffed everything in my bag, making as little sound as possible. I quietly stood up and walked in what I thought was the opposite direction of the voice.
    After a while, I realized that who ever it was that was talking, was calling my name. It was a man, but I was too far away still to figure out who it was. It sounded familiar, but I just didn't know.
    *Shane's POV*
    I knew she was out here, I just knew it. After I had read that note, I felt a pull, a desire to come in the woods. I felt as if she was here. I had gone back into the house first, however, and told Mom and Jeremy what I was going to do. Mom said she'd call Katilina and then come out to help us look. Jeremy and I walked out and split up.
    I didn't want to call her name, because I thought that she would try to run, so I quietly crept through the woods, trying my hardest not to make a single sound. Jeremy, however, was quite loud, and I knew that if she had been asleep, that she'd wake up. I heard footsteps approching me from the left, but I figured it was just Mom, so I continued on.
    *Tessa's POV*
    I tried my hardest not to be found by Jeremy. (I had finally placed the voice) I walked away from him, and, when I wasn't paying attention, collided with something, or rather someone.
    "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I appologized automatically, without even knowing who it was.
    "It's fine," he said, standing up and brushing himself off. "Wait a second." He picked me up, placed me on my feet and tipped my face up to meet his. "Tessa!" he shouted at me.
    I grimiced. "Hi, Shane."
    He continued to yell at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?! Why would you runaway? And leaving that note? That really wasn't much help. You are coming home, and you're coming home now!" He grabbed my wrist and started to drag me back out of the woods.
    I pulled and twisted my arm, and finally broke loose of his grasp. I ran the opposite direction of him, but he caught up to me rather quickly. He picked me up and threw me over is shoulder. I knew it was useless to fight him now. I mean, for goodness sakes, he was a freaking football player!
    He took me back to his house, and finally set me down. I glared at him with the purest hate I could muster up. But I couldn't be mad at him forever, and I quickly broke down and sobbed into his chest. His arms wrapped around me automatically.
    "I'm sorry," I whispered.
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    Author's Note:
    Whoo! Finally wrote again.
    So sorry it's been so long. But, here it is; chapter four. I realize that this isn't probably how you expected it to go, but trust me, it'll be good.
    I'm thinking about doing chapter hints, so if you want them, comment and let me know.
    There are only thirteen more spots left. Hurry up before they are all gone!
    I am currently notifying:
    iluhyoux
    samjam
    xForeverLovedx
    fiesty1
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    maddie_styles
    gymnast123500
    Oh, and by the way, the prologue is actually my life story. Every last word of it is true, except for the last two sentences.
    I'm realizing that, as I'm writing this story, that I'm writing what I would actually do. I just really hope that no one I know outside of Witty finds out about this, because I don't want my mother to find out about the details. So, keep quiet, please. Thanks Beauties!!
    
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12. codababy37
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    August 17, 2012 12:18pm UTC
    So, I've been writing this story called Runaway, and I've had a bit of writers block. I'm not sure how to get from where I am to where I want to go. It's been difficult...
    I just recently wrote a short story, and it got a lot of favs and a few people said that they would read it if it was a real story. So therefore, I'm putting the short story I wrote into my Runaway story as a chapter, and I'm going to go from there.
    Here's the link to the short story, just incase you're a Runaway reader and was confused: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6164054
    Thanks, Beautifuls!!
    ~Mandi ♥
    
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13. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 16, 2012 10:08pm UTC
    A short story.
    She stood in the bathroom, and finally decided what she wanted to do. She couldn't stand her life anymore, couldn't deal with anything at all. She wanted to die.
    She blindedly turned on the water, grabbed the hair scissors, and climbed into the shower, sitting with her back against the far wall and her knees against the side of the tub, still fully dressed in her jean shorts and fadded blue t-shirt. She slowly cut into her wrists, never making a sound. She sat there, and watched the blood flow out of her and drip down the drain. No one could save her now, no one was close enough.
    ***
    Meanwhile...
    ***
    He got a strange feeling, a sudden urge to go to his girlfriend's house. He felt as if she was in danger, as if she was slipping away. He stood up quickly from where he was in the library and walked out the back door, crossing the parking lot hastily and ascending her front stairs two doors down. The door was unlocked, and he could hear the shower running. That's good, right? She's just in the shower, she's fine. But he still felt the prodding, the urge to check on her. He walked up to the door and called her name.
    ***
    She could hear him calling her name, but thought she was just going crazy. He's nowhere near, he wouldn't be here. His voice was so faint.....
    ***
    He didn't care anymore. He was going in, and he was going to make sure she was okay. He opened the door, and went in. There was no sound from the shower other than the water running. He called her name again, and still no sound. The curtain was slightly open on the side by the drain, and he could see that the water wasn't clear.
    It was indeed, red.
    He flung open the curtain, and there she was. She was just sitting there in the shower, fully clothed--thank God!--with bleeding wrists. In her right hand, he saw the scissors. "What has she done?!" he said out loud. He ran out to find a phone, and called 911. He loved her, he didn't want to loose her.
    ***
    She could just faintly make out the sounds of sirens, and her boyfriend telling her to stay with him. But why? She could easily just let it all slip away, and just leave. She could see her grandfather again, and his dog. She could meet God. So why not, when her life was so terrible?
    But then she realized: Maybe her life was terrible, but she had him, didn't she?
    She started to fight for her life. She could feel his hand on her palm, and she squeezed it, as if to say, "I promise to stay. I'm still here." He told her that he loved her, and she squeezed his hand again. For some reason, she was too weak to talk......
    ***
    The paramedics arrived at that point, and took her away from him. He asked to ride along in the back, and they agreed. He texted her mother and his father, saying what was going on. Her mother replied quickly saying that she was going to leave and that she'd be there as soon as she could. His father said that he'd meet them there. He held her hand the entire time, and just kept saying that he loved her, and that she couldn't leave him. She had a death grip on his hand.
    ***
    She kept herself alive, but just for him. She had no idea if she would live or not, but she wanted to, just so that they could be together forever. What would become of him if she died? A hallow shell? Just a body, six feet under? No, she had to live. She fought on.
    All mine. Would you read this if I made it into a story?
    
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14. codababy37
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    August 16, 2012 9:40pm UTC
    I made a joke saying, "Oh, I love Niall. He's a leprechaun, you know. I wanna be a leprechaun, so we could have a leprechaunish wedding. It would be amazing." (It's a joke because Harry is my favorite.)
    And my stupid, blond, friend said, "Well, you are a leprechon. You're Irish, right?"
    Yes, I'm Irish. But I'm mostly German, thank you very much! But, if we're going to get technical here....
    I'm mostly German and Irish, and a little Polish, Cezlovakian, .....
    
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15. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 16, 2012 7:18pm UTC
    Apparently, there are:
    324605
    people on Witty.
    .....
    Does that mean I have 324605 brothers and sisters???
    
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16. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 15, 2012 10:47am UTC
    Conversation between me and Cleverbot:
    User: *throws pillow*.
    Cleverbot: *throws the pillow back*.
    User: *chucks pillow at head*.
    Cleverbot: *ducks and throws nuclear missle*.
    User: *lives*.
    Cleverbot: *elevator opens*.
    User: *steps out into hell*.
    Cleverbot: *steps into shower*.
    User: *turns off hot water*.
    Cleverbot: *is in the dark*.
    User: *grabs you*.
    Cleverbot: *is grabbed*.
    User: *murders you*.
    Cleverbot: *dies*.
    User: *laughs*.
    Cleverbot: *cries more*.
    User: *laughs more*.
    Cleverbot: *cries harder*.
    User: *revives you*.
    Cleverbot: *is revived*.
    User: *celebrates*.
    Cleverbot: *is fading away*.
    User: *is screaming for you to come back*.
    Cleverbot: *turns into a zombie*.
    User: *runs like hell*.
    Cleverbot: *runs faster* *laughing*.
    User: *shots you in the head*.
    Cleverbot: *shotingest you*.
    User: *becomes zombie*.
    Cleverbot: *screams*.
    User: *eats your brain*.
    Cleverbot: Brrraaaaainnnsss.
    User: Yuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
    
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17. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 13, 2012 10:57am UTC
    Attention readers of
    Runaway
    I'm so, so, so sorry that I haven't posted in quite a few days. I've been out of town on a youth trip for my cousin's church. A lot of big things happened there (like me being bullied and my cousin telling me that he loves me (as a bro)) and I don't know if I want to continue my story. So, eight favs on this, and I'll keep going with my story. If not, I'll just add a few more chapters, and that'll be the end of it. I'll just make her give up and go home or something like that. So, here's your chance to keep this story going. Thanks Loves!
    ~codababy37
    
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18. codababy37
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    August 9, 2012 10:48am UTC
    Friendship is like a violin; the music may stop now and then, but the strings will last forever." ♥
    Saw this quote today, and I'd just like to say......
    Friendships may be like a violin, but if you play the strings too much and don't care for them, they will snap, and you're left with a big, gaping hole where that string used to be.
    Didn't mean to make that into something depressing, but.....
    nmq/ quote credit to Bieberslittlecupcake
    
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19. codababy37
    posted a quote
    August 8, 2012 8:45pm UTC
    Runaway
    ~*~Chapter 3~*~
    *Tessa’s POV*
    I turned left onto the side walk and started walking. I walked past my elementary school, and then my middle school, then past the apartment complex Mom and I used to live in. I kept walking north along that road, away from Colorado. I ended up at Shane’s house.
    According to my ring watch, it was nine thirty at night. I carefully, quietly, and stealthily made my way into the woods surrounding his house. I stood four trees deep, put down my bag, and sat on it. I waited.
    Three hours after all of the lights had gone out, I emerged from my place, leaving my bag where it was. By the light of the moon, I could see that it was two in the morning. I held the fold piece of paper in both hands, and continuously ran my thumb nail over the crease as I walked to the house. Just, please don’t let the dogs hear or see me, I silently begged. I looked for a good place to put the note I had for Shane. I didn’t want anyone else to find it. I finally decided to roll it around the handle bar on his bike.
    I retreated quickly back into the woods. I grabbed my bag as I walked past and moved deep into the woods. I stopped when I felt like I couldn’t continue anymore. I removed my sleeping bag from my backpack, unrolled it, and climbed inside.
    I thought I would fall asleep quickly, but the events from that day kept speeding through my mind. The one thing that really stuck with me? The note to Shane. I fell asleep to my words running around my head.
    Boo Bear—
    I am so, so sorry. I had to leave. I know that you are probably really mad at me and worried, but don’t be. As soon as I can, I will call you, or send you a letter, whichever on I feel is safer. Don’t tell anyone that I sent you this letter. Don’t tell anyone anything, okay? It’ll be our little secret.
    I love you. I know that doesn’t solve anything, doesn’t bring me back to you, but I do. I love you.
    --Tessa
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    Author's Note:
    I don't really know what to say........
    I know I don't have many readers, but I love you all anyway. I might get chapter five up before I leave this weekend. Turns out, I might be leaving tomorrow instead!! (And yes, I did say five. If you're lucky, you'll get chapter six.)
    Sorry it's so short, I promise that it will get better soon.
    I'm thinking about doing chapter hints, so if you want them, comment and let me know.
    There are only thirteen more spots left. Hurry up before they are all gone!
    I am currently notifying:
    iluhyoux
    samjam
    xForeverLovedx
    fiesty1
    xochaarlotteexoo_stories
    maddie_styles
    gymnast123500
    Oh, and by the way, the prologue is actually my life story. Every last word of it is true, except for the last two sentences.
    I'm realizing that, as I'm writing this story, that I'm writing what I would actually do. I just really hope that no one I know outside of Witty finds out about this, because I don't want my mother to find out about the details. So, keep quiet, please. Thanks Beauties!!
    
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20. codababy37
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    August 8, 2012 12:10am UTC
    Runaway
    ~*~Chapter 2~*~
    Part 2
    *Katilina’s POV*
    “Hi, Shane.” I replied.
    “Hi, Mem,” he quacked.
    I laughed a little. “Do you have my daughter in your house?”
    “No. I was actually hoping that you were her. I haven’t heard from her all day.”
    “Really. Well, your girlfriend is MIA. You don’t have any idea where she is?”
    “No clue. Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. Thanks Shane.” I was about to hang up when he said, “Wait.” I paused. “Keep me posted, okay? I’m worried about her. She never forgets to call me.”
    “Yes, sir.” I joked. “Goodbye, Mister Shane.”
    “Bye Mem.”
    I sighed. I’ll give her until tomorrow night. If nobody has heard from her by then, I’m calling the police and reporting her missing.
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    Author's Note:
    Sorry. It was too long. Here's part 2, though!
    I'm leaving Friday morning, so I'll try to post as many chapters as I can write before I go. The last one will go up before ten Friday morning. After that, you'll just have to wait until Monday. Sorry Beautifuls! :(
    
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