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InfinitePlaylist
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June 26, 2012 6:58pm UTC

Confessions of a Teenage Perfectionist
Confession Number Fifteen: I want a mother.
When I got to school the next day, it could've been just like any other time walking into the building before a week ago. I had a backpack full of books, a carefully saran-wrapped lunch in my hands, and eight hours full of classes to happily endure. Only this time, I had to promise of coming home to a father in a few weeks time.
I was going to miss Josh, but I would survive.
Now all I have to do is find a place to stay while my dad is at the care center, which will be no walk in the park. I spot him as I make my way to my locker.
Josh is standing across the hall in a loose group of guys and girls I recognize as the "in" crowd. He's smiling, of course, and is laughing at some joke a pretty girl with straight blonde hair made. His hands are deep in the pockest of his jeans, and blondie leans over to touch his arm every once in a while, communicating that she would like very much to hold that hand he's hiding.
I feel a pang of jealousy.
So what if Josh wants to hold the hand of some bubble-brained twit who couldn't read past the level of a third grader? It's his choice.
I slam my locker shut, and hurriedly escape to my first class of the day, taking my seat fifteen minute early.
Josh's POV:
I saw her walk in. That tall willowy frame, with her superlong brown hair and green eyes, hiding behind her bangs. I watch the firm set of her mouth, and remember how hard it was to get her to smile, yet how amazing it felt when she finally did.
I take in all of her layered clothing, the carefully hidden cuts and bruises, and wish I knew how to help her.
The girl next to me, Sadie, I think her name is, is trying to get my attention. I realize she's made a joke and laugh heartily along with the others, though I have no idea what it was about and make no recollection of the punch line. My focus is on the mesmerizing disaster of a girl behind me.
Authors Note: feedback? I Know it's been a while...sorry. issues.

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hailstorm37
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June 6, 2012 11:10pm UTC

Lick your lips 3 times
blink once, and keep your eyes wide open until you fave this quote.
I bet you will sneeze or yawn.

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CaliGirlSwag
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June 6, 2012 5:28pm UTC

Did you eat yet?
Did you eat yet?
Are you copying me?
Are you copying me?
I love you!
Yeah, I ate.

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3toriibearr3
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June 6, 2012 5:18pm UTC

I'm quiet;
because no one listens to me when I speak.

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livelaughlovee16
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June 6, 2012 6:18pm UTC

today i was an amusmant park with my school,
and i saw a hot guy.
so i pulled out a sharpie,
walked over to him,
and said,
"can i test my sharpie on you?"
he shrugged so i took his arm,
wrote my number on it, and walked away.
i got a text a few minutes later saying,
"i think it works."

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TorTor
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June 6, 2012 5:38pm UTC

& you should know, please believe me, i've picked up the phone a thousand times and tried to dial your number, but its been so long. These things are never easy. its like trying to spin the world the other way. What can i say?

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InfinitePlaylist
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June 6, 2012 7:16pm UTC

Confessions of a Teenage Perfectionist
Confession Number Fourteen: Hospitals smell safe
An overtired nurse with a messy bun pinned to the back of her head escorts me to his room.
I feel a sharp intake of breath as I see all of the IV's and machines whirring around him and his sleepy figure.
"Daddy?" I ask tentatively.
He sees me, and then struggles to sit up. Disbelieving, he comments, "Colyssa, baby, is that you?"
I nod slowly, watching his face of horror as he takes me in. I cherish the fact that it's the first time I remember him saying my name.
I don't respond, and stand there as he looks at me, tears clouding his eyes. I notice for the first time how beautiful and blue they were, without being dilated and bloodshot.
He reaches out a hand to me, and I clasp it in my own without thinking, being careful of the IV.
"You look just like your momma. how...how old are you?" he asks, sadly realizing he doesn't know.
"I know daddy. I'm sixteen, almost seventeen."
He shakes his head as best he can with the neck brace.
"It's been nine years. Nine. I can't believe this."
"What?" I ask, wanting him to smile so badly.
"I don't know my own daughter. Do you still sing?"
I'm shocked at his question. I sang? I don't remember singing, not ever. My mind struggles to place this memory.
"Well we can start now."
He smiles, and I take it all in. The way the sunburned skin around his eyes crinkles, his unkempt beard crinkles, and his white teeth shine on through. A smile recognize.
A memory floods back with that smile. One of my mother wearing a black apron splattered with paint, dancing around her studio to a cheesy pop song waving a paintbrush in the air. Dad leans against the wall, watching and smiling. I run out from under the easel and join her, screaming along to the words and dancing like a maniac. He rushed in to pick me up and lifted me high towards the ceiling. "Daddy's little rockstar, huh Colly?" he'd asked me, smiling.
I sit down in a padded armchair, still clutching his hand, wiping tears from my eyes.
"We've got sixteen years to recap, better get started." He says.
***
Eleven hours later, after talking so much my voice is lost, I am told visiting hours are over and I need to leave. I kiss him on the cheek and make my out of the hospital wing. A doctor stops me, and I recognize him as Mr.Kohler, my father's doctor.
"You're Ms.VanPulson, am I right?"
I nod, folding my arms.
"I'm sorry about your father's current condition, we're doing everything we can to help him achieve a full recovery. He should be better in the next few weeks. If I'm correct, he is your only guardian, so it's my responsibility to ask you to find a place to stay while your father gets better? We don't want you home alone for such a long time."
"I'm prefectly fine taking care of myself, but thank you." I tell him. And before he can respond, I leave the hospital and head on home, school is long over.
I can't stop smiling. My Daddy's back, and he wants to know me, the real me. I've never done so much talking in my entire life. He doesn't have much to say about himself, the past nine years are all but a blur to his drunken memory, but he promises as soon as he gets out we're going to find him help. It's going to be a long few weeks.
Authors Note: as you can probably tell...I've kind of accidentally stopped notifications. I honestly don't have time and I'm so so sorry :( I hope you guys still read it, it's all for you, my amazing readers that I love so very much :) I hope you like everything so far, sorry it was kind of a boring chapter.

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TheMascaraSeries
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June 5, 2012 8:26pm UTC

Girls Like me.
Chapter 2.
“I call spinning first!” Zoe snatched the bottle from Jake’s hands.
“Okay, spaz.” Jake teased.
“Wait, what happens if I land on Noah?” Zoe asked Jaycie.
“I suggest you spin again.” She said sternly, pulling Noah closer to her.
“Whatever.” Zoe brushed it off, giving the bottle a hard spin.
It landed on Ryan.
“Get it girl.” I laughed, knowing she had the biggest crush on him since 4thgrade.
“It’s just a kiss, let’s be a little mature.” She gave me a glare.
“Said the girl who can’t even say 69 without laughing.”
She giggled a little, then without hesitation, kissed Ryan.
Not that Zoe was a sl///t or anything, but she had kind of given herself a reputation for making out with guys.
“It’s your turn to spin, Ryan.” Noah pointed out.
He gripped the bottle tightly, then spun it on the carpet.
I watched it spin around and around, until finally, it stopped.
To everyone’s surprise, it landed on me.
This was my chance to see if Jake really did still have feelings for me.
“Get it girl.” Zoe mocked me.
I rolled my eyes, leaving a big smirk on her face.
I then leaned over to kiss Ryan.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, kissing him passionately, making sure Jake could see.
When I pulled away, Jake’s face was red with what looked to be anger.
I gave a pleased smile, and then sat back down.
It was then Jaycie’s turn, who spun until it landed on Noah.
I understood that they were a couple and all, but it kind of defeated the purpose of the game to spin until it landed on the person you wanted to kiss.
“Your turn, Jake.” Ryan handed the bottle to him.
He took the bottle and placed it on the floor, taking in a deep breath.
Then, he gave it a gentle spin.
I watched it spin around and around, secretly hoping it’d land on me.
Not because I wanted to kiss him, but because I wanted to show him what he could never have again.
As the bottle came to a stop, it landed on Zoe.
She went over to him, nearly sat on his lap, and made out with him.
I clenched my fists, how could she?
She knew how much I used to like him.
As I watched them kiss, with her hands around his neck and his hands around her waist, I felt feelings growing inside of me.
It was anger, it was hatred, it was revenge, and as much as I hated to admit it,
It was jealousy.
Thank you all again for the feedback [: I'm sorry for the chapter delay, but i've been trying to find a more efficient way to notify all of you. So, I came up with text message notifications. (These will be a lot faster.) You do not HAVE to do this, but for those of you who do, you will get your notification's before the people I notify via witty. If you are interested in text notifications, text your username to this #-- 603-522-7302 (It's an ipod number) I just think this will be a lot faster. ALSSO, i am beginning the hint thing like my last story.(: If this chapter gets 750 faves, i'll give you guys a hint in the next chapter.[:
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June 5, 2012 2:07pm UTC

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Miss_OK16
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June 3, 2012 10:57pm UTC

Mike: Can I watch TV?
Mrs. Teavee: Of course darling!
Me: Can I watch TV?
Parents: NO! Go do your homework!
***
Veruca: I want an oompa loompa!
Mr. Salt: You can have 20 sweetheart!
Me: I want a sticker.
Parents: NO! Why are you sooo greedy?!
***
Violet: Can I have more gum?
Mr. Beauregarde: As much as you want!
Me: Can I have gum?
Parents: NO! It'll ruin your braces!
***
Augustus: Can I have more chocolate bars?
Mrs. Gloop: As many as you can eat honey!
Me: Can I have a chocolate bar?
Parents: NO! They're unhealthy!
***
Charlie: Can I become the owner of Mr.Wonka's chocolate factory?
Bucket Family: Oh how exciting! Of course!
Me: Can I become the owner of Mr.Wonka's chocolate factory?
My family: WTF ARE YOU SMOKING?!

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ImaBelieber_
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June 3, 2012 10:18pm UTC

Ugly ♥
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was.
Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this
world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent
outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one
eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has
appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub,
which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw
rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing
frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for
their love. If ever someone picked him up he would immediately
begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's huskies. They
did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my
apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his
aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent
Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted
grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur
that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry
him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.
Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying
to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the
palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving
creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or
scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and
held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one
scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about
what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally
and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.
To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be
richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I
will always try to be Ugly.

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InfinitePlaylist
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June 3, 2012 9:25pm UTC

Confessions of a Teenage Perfectionist
Confession Number Thirteen: I'm used to being alone.
I didn't know what else to do. So I got up, and got ready like usual. I kept my ears wide open, listening for any signs that he might be at home. Seven o'clock rolled around, and I didn't have time to spare and wait any longer, or I would be late.
At my locker, Josh sidles up, and without looking at me he fiddles with my lock, humming under his breath.
"So my mom was concerned when she found orange paint behind my ears. Must have missed a spot." He laughs, and glances up to see my reaction. I don't give him one. Just silently put books back on the top shelf. He kicks away my backpack, demanding my attention.
"What happened. Did he hurt you again?" He tries to move my sleeves, but I back away from him and retrieve my bag.
"I don't have time for this right now." I tell him.
"Time for what?" He asks.
"You."
He bangs a fist against the locker next to mine, and rests his head against the vents, frustrated. I see him bite his lip, trying to maintain emotional control. Sometimes I wonder if he has anger issues.
"I'm sick of this crap Colyssa! One day, we're best friends, and I see you coming out of that, that, SHELL you've made for yourself. The next day it's like nothing happened at all and you've friggin superglued that shell closed! I CAN'T. WIN."
I'm frightened by his sudden outburst, but unwavering.
"What do you want from me Josh? If you plan on somehow changing me, that's not going to happpen. I have a lot of things to do, and I can't have any distractions right now."
"You're always saying that! I don't need this! I don't NEED to be friends with you, in fact, the guys make fun of me for even trying! So why do I, huh? No, don't answer that. I'm sick of this Hot and Cold attitued thing. Forget it, I'm out."
with that, he turns his back on me and walks away. I don't have time to feel the sting of his words. For as soon as he walks away, another hand is on my shoulder. It's Mr.Hansen, the school guidance counselor.
"Excuse me, Colyssa, can we talk in my office for a bit?"
***
I've never been in here before. The walls are plain, but plastered with motivating posters, and it's furnished with tons of armchairs . He sits at his desk and puts on a pair of glasses, the kind people use to magnify words or pictures once their eyes get bad.
"We recieved a call from the Jackson Hospital this morning, you must have just missed it when you left this morning."
I feel my palms geting sweaty. He pauses. Why is he pausing. Just tell me already, Mr.H, spit it out.
"Your father got into a car accident last night."
I nod along, waiting for the punch line.
"He's in intensive care. At this point, they're fairly certain he'll make a full recovery."
I let out a full breath of air, relaxing, and slumping back in the chair.
"That's not all that I wanted to talk about." He adds, making his voice serious, yet light. A voice I'm sure he's practiced.
"It was apparent he had been drinking. We traced back his wherabouts to Lucky Duck Bar and Grill, and the tender said he was a regular. As in, every single day, leaving intoxicated."
I freeze. Why am I here. What does he want.
"I've been asked to make sure you were aware of this fact, and if everything in your home life is okay."
I nod rapidly, self consciously pulling at my sleeves, getting anxious. I don't like this man.
"Colyssa, everything you say is said in confidence. I am not at liberty to say, it's between us."
"E-everything's f-f-fine sir, honest." I tell him, losing my cool.
He nods, accepting, "Would you like me to take you to go and see him?"
Stupid man. "I would love that." He escorts me to office, to get a pass to leave.
Josh spots me on his way to his first hour class. He pauses, if only for a milisecond, but then continues on like he never saw me.
I'm going to the hospital. To see my father. For the first time in years, I'll see him sober.
I'm scared to death.
Authors Note: thanks for reading guys! I hope you like it so far, more to come :D anything you want to see happen? I'll consider any input you have :) k thanks, stay awesome, byeee(:

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FiveCent
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June 3, 2012 7:17pm UTC

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TODAY,
I changed my name in my dad's
phone to God,
and when he swore I texted him saying:
" I HEARD THAT!"
The look on his face: Priceless
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*nmf

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