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1. astoryaccount
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   March 11, 2012 5:29pm UTC
   Torn
   Prolgue
   I look up at the brilliant stars. The only thing that made him and me not so different. Not my boyfriend, a wealthy boy I am forced to love. My heart is elsewhere, somewhere it's forbidden to be. We aren't allowed to chose who we marry. We aren't allowed to think of anyone other than the person we're chosen to be with. I could get killed for thinking of him, yet, I don't mind. I'd risk it all to be with him.
   
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2. astoryaccount
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   March 5, 2012 7:55pm UTC
   11:11; make a wish
   --------------- chapter one --------
   A l a r i c e ' s p . o . v
   What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
   Sunday went fast, and I was tired from all that happened. I fell asleep at 11:12, right after I wished he would just text me for once..
   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
   I woke up to my mom screaming at me, reminding me it's Monday. Before I could complain, let alone groan in anger, my Android beeps at me, indicating I've recieved a new text. When I grabbed for my phone, I read the name. Niall.
   Him.
   My throat out let an awkward sound, which sounded like a cry and a scream. This can't be happening.. I thought to myself. As I opened the text, my mom screamed up the stairs one last time. "Alarice! GET UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL! HURRY UP! BREAKFAST IS GETTING COLD!"
   She screamed. I laugh to myself. "Mom.. Okay.." I say, weakly screaming.
   I glance at my phone and read the text. "Hi beautiful :) " i read on my screen.
   With confusion, I respond. "Hi Niall! :)" I read through my two word text, wondering if it's a weird response. I decide I'm being crazy, and press send.
   I walk over to my grand closet and scrummage through all of my dresses, trying to find the prettiest one. I really want to look pretty today, because I feel that Niall's really noticing me now...
   After 10 minutes of looking, I end up with a knee- length, navy Abercrombie dress on, white flats, and plan on curling my hair.
   I walk downstairs to my mom looking at me. "Hubba hubba!" she says, fooling around. I smile at her and eat breakfast.
   Today's going to be wonderful.
   
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3. astoryaccount
   posted a quote
   March 4, 2012 6:10pm UTC
   11:11; make a wish
   --------------- chapter three, part one --------
   K a y l a n ' s p . o . v
   What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
   Second period, English. My class is reading and watching The Outsiders.
   l couldn't help but cry. He's dead. I thought to myself as the tears flowed.
   Issaya took my hand and held it. Just about every girl had tears in their eyes.
   But none of them had him holding their hand. My face cracked a smile, but
   I wasn't happy. Dally was my favorite charecter next to Ponyboy.
   Ponyboy with his blonde hair reminded me of Issaya. Maybe that's why
   I feel so connected to him. The lights turned on, and my teacher's rough voice began
   talking. " What do you all think?" He asked.
   Nobody answered. We wered all too upset.
   After English, Issaya gave me a big hug. I couldn't help but blush.
   Zayna said she mistaked me for a tomato. We walked to sciene together,
   laughing and talking when I bumped into Kayla, Issaya's ex as of yesterday.
   I smiled at her and apologized, but I could tell by the look on her face
   I was not forgiven. She's mad that I'm with Issaya.
   I turned to continue walking when WHAM, she punched me.
   Without thinking, I hit her back.
   
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4. astoryaccount
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   February 24, 2012 4:20pm UTC
   11:11; make a wish
   --------------- chapter one --------
   A l a r i c e ' s p . o . v
   What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
   I ran up into my room and quickly turned on my big television, I switched through the channels until I reached my local news station. Sure enough, Barbera Santima, the head anchor of the show, was located right there, on Witty Avenue.
   Where my church is located.
   And, once again, sure enough, the report was about the tragic fire that started in the church kitchen.
   I panicked and threw my TV remote, turning off the TV accidently. What the hell? I ask myself, as I quickly change myself into sweats and a t-shirt.
   I sat on my bed and turned on my Mac laptop. As I waited, my mother called me down for the toast I started earlier today. I walked downstairs and grabbed my toast, a glass of orange juice, and walked straight back upstairs.
   I quietly closed my bedroom door and proceded to my laptop. I typed in 'Facebook' and signed myself in. As I expected, everything was about the church, because this church was one of the only churches in town, so everybody went there. Including HIM. That was really the only reason I was sad about the church. Because of him.
   
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5. astoryaccount
   posted a quote
   February 23, 2012 5:06pm UTC
   11:11; make a wish
   --------------- chapter one --------
   K a y l a n ' s p . o . v
   What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
   l must be dreaming! I. must. be. dreaming ! That's what I kept saying to
   myself. He loves me? Is it real? Is it not real? Last night, I made a wish.
   At 11:11, on the dot, I wished he would love me. Now here I am, looking
   into his eyes, in shock, because he just said he loved me.
   " Kaylan?" he questioned, waving his abnormally large hand in front of my face.
   I jumped. " Sorry," he said, " Just wanted to make sure you were still alive."
   He smiled at his own joke. I continued to stay still, until the bus rolled around
   the corner. He must have pulled me on the bus and sat me down, because I did
   not remember getting to seat 11. Coincidence. Issaya's big blue eyes watched me.
   I smiled at him, which made him smile. Quite a chain reaction.
   " Is it true?" I asked him in a hushed tone. " Do you REALLY love me?"
   He nodded. " I've had mixed feelings for weeks now. But last night,
   around 11:15 I'd say, I woke up and couldn't get you out of my mind. I just could not
   fall back to sleep. I realized it was because I loved you. Once I admitted it, I fell asleep...
   And had a dream about you."
   Woah. 11:15 ? It has to be my wish.
   "You okay babe?" He said. Babe? I smiled. The sound of that coming from his
   beautiful lips , refering to me, made me want to dance.
   " I'm fine. I'm just taking it all in."
   " Do you love me?" he asked.
   I shrugged. " I dunnoooo...."
   Pain crossed his face.
   " I'm just kidding." I said, " of course I love you. I have since I met you 6 years ago."
   He smiled again, a half smile. It was beautiful, it gave me chills.
   How can this be possible? Tell me I'm dreaming.
   We talked for the rest of the bus ride. As we pulled up to the school, he pulled out a single
   red rose from his backpack, kissed me, and walked off to his first period class.
   " What just happened?" Zayna, my best girl friend, asked. She watched him give me the
   rose. She watched him kiss me. And now, she's watching my eyes and smile.
   " He said he loved me.." I said.
   Her jaw dropped open. I could tell she was exited. We walked to our lockers and off to class.
   The day was like a dream. I didn't remember any classes. I only remember looking at the clock, at
   11:11, and wishing it would never end.
   And never end, oh it never would. Forever stuck in my wishes.
   I will never get out of this SICK dream.
   
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6. astoryaccount
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   February 22, 2012 3:22pm UTC
   11:11; make a wish
   --------------- preface --------
   A l a r i c e ' s p . o . v
   What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
   I woke up to my alarm clock yelling at me loudly. "Ugh. Sunday. Church." I say to myself, as I hit the clock.
   I stumbled out of bed and run straight to my closet. "What to wear. What to wear." I say, tapping my feet in confusion. I look into my closet, and grab the first thing I see; a white ruffled dress. I get myself into the dress and walk downstairs. As I glance at the clock, I see the 4 numbers that are being displayed. 11:11. "Gosh. I just wish the church would set on fire.." I pop a piece of bread into the toaster and walk slowly away. Just then, my mom runs frantically into the kitchen and stares. "Alarice, I just got a call from the church. Somebody in the kitchen started a fire."
   I look deeply into my mothers eyes with confusion, and without hesitation, I run upstairs to my room.
   
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7. astoryaccount
   posted a quote
   February 21, 2012 4:54pm UTC
   11:11; make a wish
   --------------- preface --------
   K a y l a n ' s p . o . v
   What if every 11:11, birthday, and shooting star wish came true?
   My temple run stopped. Geeze! I said, silently to myself. Almost 3 million.
   Every night at this time, a reminder pops on my phone's screen, reminding
   me it's that time. 11:10. In one minute, I could make one wish. Only twice
   a day do I have a chance to change the world, make the boy like me.. Or so
   I tell myself. Ever since I was 5, 9 years ago, I've been making wishes and
   none of them have ever come true. A little part of me believes I have a
   chance. 11:11 the little clock says on my lock screen. Okay. I wish he would
   love me. I smile to myself, lay down in my bed, and fall in a deep sleep.
   My alarm beeps. 6 am. 1 hour to make myself look attractive. One hour
   to make myself look attractive, for him. I wash my hair, dry it, then quick
   curl it. It doesn't take much to make my light red hair look good. It's my
   face I have a problem with. No coverup hides my freckles. I put sparkly
   pink eyeshadow on to match the pink skirt I'm going to wear. I do my top
   eyeliner, then mascara, and go to get dressed. 45 minutes later, I'm done.
   I grab a cinnabon and run out the door. He is at my bus stop. Issaya.
   The single most amazing boy in the world. He has black curls, light blue
   eyes, and a swimmer's body. Because he is a swimmer. It just so happens
   Issaya happens to be my bestfriend. Who has a girl friend. His eyes light
   up when I come into his view.
   " Kaylan!" He says with a big smile.
   I rush over to him. As I usually do, I check his finger. To check if the ring
   she gave him was on it. It wasn't..
   " Issaya?" I said.
   " We're done.. Me and her" he says, without a look of pain.
   " Why?" I ask.
   " Because I love someone else..."
   I don't say anything else, but my mind asks. Who? As if he can read it,
   he talks again. " You Kaylan. I love you."
   
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