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sugarfreak
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December 24, 2012 2:24am UTC

Using Mr Parker
♥ Logan ♥
C h a p t e r 11
Detentions always went well, we spoke and I learnt a lot about him. Today would be my second last detention and I couldn't just 'get detention' after that.
At home, everything was normal. My mum was working hard at work, working longer hours. I was currently sitting at lunch with the girls and Mr Parker grinned.
“I got Mr Parkers number," Courty exclaimed. My mouth opened and Courtney smirked, obviously liking my reaction.
“How?” Sasha questioned.
“Easy, I told him my dad wanted it. He may be hot but he's an idiot,” she scoffed. “I am so going to win this 5 grand.”
“Why do you want to win it anyway? It's yours,” Grace said, asking a question that I had been wondering.
“It'd be fun to win.”
***
Soon, detention came and I was walking with Grace. “I told William about Saturday,” she said. William was her boyfriend.
“Oh yeah, what'd he say?”
“He said yes! I'm so excited! I hope you like him and I hope you two get along.”
“I'm sure we will, Grace. I've got to go to detention,” I winked. With that I walked to detention, unhappy to see another student there. Yesterday, I had finished unpacking boxes.
“Okay, you two take your seats and sit quietly.” Half way through detention, the other student got up and spoke to Mr Parker. Mr Parker replied and I was curious as to what they were talking about.
Soon the other kid left the classroom and a few moments later I said, “Why'd he get to leave?” I asked.
“He was feeling sick.”
“I'm feeling sick as well, can I go home?”
“No, Logan.” I sighed, getting up from my seat and sat on the edge of his desk. “What are you doing?”
“Why'd you become a teacher?”
“Because I wanted to teach people,” he shrugged.
“That's a boring reason.”
“What were you expecting? Me to have a full story about why I wanted to be a teacher. I like English, I like teaching and so I became a english teacher.”
“Interesting,” I teased. Where I found the confidence to do this next thing, I had no idea. Mr Parker looked into my eyes, his eyes were pools of blues, I was entranced by his beauty that I didn't notice my surroundings. We both leant in and my eyes closed, how was I supposed to kiss him? I had never done so before. His lips slowly found mine and my hands wrapped in his hair.
It took me a moment to realise, I was kissing Mr Parker.
Want a reminder? Comment.
Teaser: Then he pushed me away. "Stop," muttered. "What, why?" I said, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and trying to kiss him again.
{A/N Hey guys, so I don't want you all thinking 'she's already kissed him, it's going to fast' because just remember, this story isn't about falling in love with Mr Parker, it's about using him. I won't be uploading for a couple of weeks. It may be one, two or three, I honestly have no idea but I will not have internet connection as I am going away. I'll have heaps of chapters ready, though. I'm wishing everybody a merry christmas for tomorrow & a happy new year if I'm not back by then. Stay safe c;}

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loveisthemovement22
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December 26, 2012 4:21pm UTC

one morning i woke up to hear the birds outside my window & my mom cooking breakfast downstairs.
i i have never cried so much in my entire life.
i had been deaf since i was 8.

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lollipopx3
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December 26, 2012 9:29pm UTC

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lollipopx3
posted a quote
December 23, 2012 9:52pm UTC

trouble
Chapter 36
"So, do we hold hands or something?" I asked Travis nervously, as we snuggled up against each other in his bed later that night.
Travis smirked, as his fingers played with the ending tips of my brown locks.
"Well, truth be told, I'd rather makeout." he chuckled teasingly, earning a murderous glare from me. "But, holding hands sound nice, too."
I rolled my eyes, slapping my palm against his, before gently releasing my fingers around his.
"You should get neither for being so picky." I snapped jokingly. "But, you're lucky that I don't hate you."
Travis smiled, biting his lower lip teasingly.
My eyes immediately shifted down towards his rosy red lips, as I had the sudden urge to press my lips against his.
I looked away, as I felt my cheeks turning warm by just thinking about how attractive he looked at this moment.
"So, does that mean you like me?" Travis whispered, his hot breath tickling the edge of my ear.
I narrowed my eyes at him, but I couldn't help but crack a small smile.
Everything about Travis made me unreasonably happy- and it was driving me insane.
"I never said I like you." I scoffed.
Travis let out a snort, before wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.
"Right, you don't need to say anything, Riley." he whispered, planting a light kiss on my cheek. "I know that you like me without you having to say it."
I got shivers just from being so near him, so I pushed him away from me.
"You're too full of yourself, Travis." I licked my lips, before smiling.
Scarlet's Point of View
I held up the little white stick in my hands, staring at the blue plus sign with disbelief.
I wasn't crying yet, but I knew I was about to burst into uncontrollable tears in any second.
I was pregnant.
"So, what is it?" Lola asked impatiently, knocking from outside of my bathroom door. "Are you knocked up or not?"
The first tear finally slipped from my eyes, but that was not the last one.
My cheeks turned red in a matter of seconds, matching the color of my bloodshot eyes.
I slowly opened the door, as it creeked open.
Lola was leaning against the door frame, crossing her arms.
When she saw my tear-stained cheeks, her mouth dropped open.
"No way." she muttered, before laughing obnoxiously. "You're pregnant! I have to tell everyone about this!"
My eyes widened, as I slapped Lola's phone away from her hands.
It fell on the floor, but it didn't break.
"What the hell, Scarlet?" she hissed, glaring at me. "You could've broken it!"
"You can't tell anyone that I'm pregnant!" I begged.
Lola held my gaze, before she snickered.
"Of course not, Scar. Why would I ever?" she asked sweetly. "I am your best friend, right?"
I nodded, before giving her a weak smile.
"Right."
I'm not sure if I'm updating on Monday or Tuesday, but in advance, I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
I love you all to bits and pieces.

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glitter162*
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December 25, 2012 11:02pm UTC

See that old lady carrying around a baby doll? She lost her own baby because of someone else's cruel actions.
See that girl that stands alone? No one ever invites her to join them.
See that boy that's obsessed with the color pink? His mom is battling cancer, and he wears it to honor her.
See that person you just insulted? They already have enough problems at home.
Recognize that person who wears the same thing everyday? Their family barely has money for food, let alone clothing. But they still donate to charity.
See that girl that's always smiling, laughing, and giggling? She cries long, hard, and silently every night.
Don't judge a person when you don't know their story.

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pigglywiggly
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December 29, 2012 10:21pm UTC

I’ll sit ire in the meadows
Until the day I find the right words
To tell you how the flowers cry

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FramingMatthew
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December 29, 2011 12:59pm UTC

I might be proud,
but at least I'm proud of something;
You've taken pride in becoming nothing.

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FramingMatthew
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January 2, 2012 1:18pm UTC

This really is the last time I'll get to go on Witty...
I'm in hospital right now, my family weren't even allowed to see me until last night. I wanted to talk to all of you people one last time, but the doctors wouldn't let my mom take a laptop - I begged them for an hour to let her, even if I could only use it for 15 minutes (I also begged them to let me see my girlfriend, I can be VERY persuasive when I want haha) ... I was THAT desperate.
But yeah. This is the last time I'll be on Witty.. I could be dead within 2 weeks. It sucks, but everyone will go on without me. They all know that even though I'm not physically with them, I'll always be there; and they can always talk to me, even though I won't be able to respond.
Gah, there's SO many things I want to say to you all, but I don't know how to say them, and anyways I always end up saying the same kind of thing in my quotes in the hope that people would be inspired. I'm a bit of a fail, aren't I? I'm certainly no Martin Luther King Jr, or Nelson Mandela or any of those awesome inspirational people.. I'm just an ordinary 15 year old kid who's going to die of cancer :Z But I still try. I don't like giving up. And I've been told before that my quotes have saved people's lives. That's.. just amazing. It makes me feel like I have made a difference, even though it was just a small difference to the universe. Does that make sense? .. No, I didn't think so. x_x
So, all I can say now is.. Read my other quotes. You don't have to fave them, just read them. And never give up on your life. You can get through this. There's always someone going through worse than you; someone who'd give anything to be you.. Like, I'd give anything to be one of you people here than be dying of cancer like I am now.
You want to be beautiful? Just believe in yourself. Confidence looks good on a girl.
Thanks for all the love and support, Witty. You all mean the world to me. I love you. <3
- FramingMatthew

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LOVELIFE9999
posted a quote
December 30, 2012 4:20pm UTC

The dream
*Chapter one*
I stepped out of the cab and handed the driver a twenty. He snatched it out of my fingers and sped away, leaving a trail of smoke and not even a simple thank you. I shook my head and stumbled into the small apartment building, carrying the many bags I had. I slammed the door, leaving the cold New York wind trapped outside. “Oh hello! You must be Brooke”! An old lady said sweetly. She had snow white hair and was a little plump. I smiled and nodded my head. “Yes, Its nice to meet you”! I said kindly. “Let me help you with those, oh follow me. You see its not often we get a new visitor. They come, they go.” She said sadly. I nodded sympathetically . I followed her into an old rusted elevator and looked around. The wallpaper was peeling and the elevator was extremely slow. When the door finally opened we stepped into a small hallway with little décor’s scattered about. The light flickered a little, showing this was indeed an old building. The lady hurried to the end of the hallway and took a right. I managed to race after her, my bags wobbling out of my hands. “Here we are”! She said excitedly. In front of me was a little white door with the number 34 on it. She unlocked the door and smiled. “Come inside”. I stepped inside to a small living room. It had hard wood flooring and brick walls. There was a white sofa facing a TV plastered on the wall. It led to a little balcony. Attached to the living room was a one person kitchen. The door to the right of the room led to my bedroom. It had light pink walls and the same flooring. There was a white bed frame, which I would place my mattress and its sheets. The master bathroom attached, was ordinary but classy. I nodded my head approvingly and smiled. “Its cozy, I love it”. I said happily. “Oh wonderful, just grand. Oh and Brooke call me Susie”. She said quickly. She buzzed around the apartment explaining all the little things I would need to know. Finally she handed me the key and swept out of the room smiling from ear to ear.
…
“Hi father. Yes the apartment is lovely! Um no I have not. Yes, yes okay, okay I will. I love you”. I hung up my cell phone and sighed. Moving to New York city from California was not my fathers idea. But pursuing my dream of being an interior designer motivated me to leave my parents California mansion behind and scrape up enough hard earned money after collage to buy a years rent at this apartment in New York. I worked two jobs and almost never got to go out, but soon it will all be worth it. If everything goes well I will stay here or maybe even move into a house, but first I needed a job. After hours of searching on my MacBook Air I finally had scheduled an interview at “The Home of Your Homes”. It was an interior designing business, one of the biggest New York had to offer. By 11:00PM I had settled into my apartment and unpacked everything from my large vanity to my face wash and toothbrushes. I flopped down on my bed and turned off the lights. This was the first night in my new home, but all I could think was that
Tomorrow was the day of my dreams.
What do you guys think? Its just the begininng so yeah its boring, not a great way to start this story off!! But it will be better:) Please leave feedback, follow and fave. I notfiy ! :)
I apoligize about ending my other story...I just wasnt feeling it

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of_mice_and_lucifer*
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December 29, 2012 10:28pm UTC

guys help me how do i be social
i need to be social
D:

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xxHelloLovelyxx
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December 29, 2012 7:34pm UTC

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justanothergirl_
posted a quote
December 29, 2012 6:42pm UTC

forgotten.
P r o l o g u e .
Carson's Point of View.
My name is Carson Anderson.
I have light brown hair, and yellowish-green eyes.
I'm 18 years old, with the best girlfriend.
Her name is Avery Green.
She's 17, and has light brown hair with the brightest blue eyes.
Avery is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I love her more than anything.
We've been dating for over 2 years.
The only problem? She got in a car crash 2 months ago.
Avery was out with her friends and a drunk driver crashed into them.
Her best friends, Kylie and Alyssa, escaped with a couple injuries.
Avery wasn't so lucky. She's in a coma and there's little chance of her waking up.
I sat in the hospital room, just like I had almost everyday since the accident.
Kylie, Alyssa, and Avery's family would stop in every so often.
But no one was here as much as me.
I ate here, slept here, I practically lived in this hospital.
The doctors told me I should leave, that I'd be better off at home.
But I can't leave her. Avery is my home, I'm nothing without her.
They tell me that she probably won't ever wake up, and if she does, she'll never be the same.
One time, I was even told to forget about her. To move on.
But there was no way that I could move on.
The moment that I met Avery I knew she was something special.
Something that I would never give up on.
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WHATS THAT? I'M BACK. New story? Yes, No? Who likes it?
Sorry that I've been gone so long!
I've just been really busy, and I hope everyones doing welll(:
FEEDBACK IS MUCH APPRECIATED :D
Favorite and Follow if you like and are going to read Forgotten.
thank you, I love you!
*I do not notify.*

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