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MIKE POSNER GIVES ME EARGASIMS.

deee-endd, bitch.

story 3. *noname* chapter 1.

 writers notes:  i got my insperations from twilight and x-man, but you dont need to no their story to read this one. ik, all my carectors seem to look and act the same. especially the dream guy. im wrking on tht, but hes MY dream guy, ya no? below is again angel.my fave girl name, john, my fave boy name, and veronicah. enjoyy, comment.

I slowly walked down the paths of a new school that I’d never in my life dreamed I’d be at. "Dr. Haymans school for gifted youth and shelter for gifted homeless or DHSFGY". I am so scared, yeah, I’m gifted, but so is everyone else around me. Who knows, I could run into the wrong person in the hallway and then they fry me into a million different pieces. I just kept my eyes on the map in my hands and walked slowly around the corner trying to find my locker.

"owh" I yelped as I somehow ran into a wall, dropping my books.

 "oh my god I’m so sorry" I heard from a loud, strong, low voice. I looked toward the voice, and a man, huge in muscle, but with dimples and bright blue eyes smiled down at me.

"Let me get those" he continued as he grabbed my books quickly. He was, cute, very cute. I was almost in a trance till he had picked them up and handed them to me. "oh, thanks, and sorry, I really should a been paying better attention."

"No prob!" he smiled, looking me straight in the eye, making me a little uneasy. I winced and held out my hand. “I’m, angel”

“Hey, I’m John, I’m a senior.”

I winced again. And probably frowned. “im’ma freshman.” I sadly stated. But his smile never faded.

“Hay! Awesome! Do you need a tour guy?”

He seemed so genuine, like he really didn’t mind that we were almost 5 years apart. I’m 16; he’s probably 20-something. I looked down and shuffled my feet. “Sure, I am kinda lost.”

“Awesome!” he exclaimed, doing a gentleman like gesture with his hands, asking me to go first. He is so bubbly and cute; he made me want to smile, despite my fear. I sure hope everyone is as nice as him.

He took the lead and walked me down the halls. Using his fingers to point, he showed me the pool, gym, my classes, the choir room, and the cafeteria. “Well, I guess that’s the basics, is there anything else you want to see?” he asked. I was just going to ask were my locker was when a beautiful girl walked by and touched john on his shoulder. “Haha, john. Always picking up strays.” She said, kissing his cheek. He rolled his eyes and looked at me forgivingly, but I just looked down. I knew he was too good to be true, I can’t believe I thought that he MIGHT be into me. This girl, she was gorgeous.  Flowing dark brown hair and shining emerald green-almost gray eyes. She wore a small tight fitting pink dress that made her body look, angelic. Id always been a jealous person with low self esteem, but she made me feel horrible. I started playing with my wavy blonde hair, my thick makeup suddenly weighing a ton. She looked at me rudely, and I felt like her eyes were burning through me. “I'm Vironicah. Johns girlfriend. I’m a senior.” She rubbed in. john wiggled out of her grip, “this is angel, and she’s a freshman. I was just showing her around.  She seemed really lost.” I laughed rudly. "Did I really? I could be wrong, but if I remember right, you ran right into me, and then offered to help me, even though I so could of found my classes myself, so I'm sorry I’m such an inconvenience.” I walked off, fuming. “Oh wait! C’mon angel! I didn’t mean it like that! Wait up!” I heard john call behind me, but I was way gone. What a GREAT start to my day.

story 2. *noname* chap 1.

writers notes: i wrote this a while ago, and forgot were i was going with it. sugestions?

Chaper 1.

The beginning.

I sat on the warm, rich purple bed and read the note over for the 105^th time:

Dear L.,

I miss you so much, And I hope you are safe. We will be together soon, I promise. I cant tell you to much, in case this letter were to fall in the wrong hands, nor give you a return address, im so very sorry. Just please, do me a favor, and trust me. You are safe, I am safe, and K. is safe. I will leave you on a simple note. I love you, I miss you, and I trust you. Goodbye, be a good girl:)

                               -D.

As I re-read the note, I realized how old-time it sounded. Like, Romeo and Juliet. If you think about it, my life alone seems like a Shakespeare novel. Not a fairytale that ends happily in a castle on a mountain, but a tragic story of a lost girl and a secret holding boy, who, against all odds, Fall in love. I softly laid down and my crimson red hair surrounded my face. I held the note close to my heart, and dreamed it was Davids hand. I missed him so much. But noone is to know of our conection, without putting my head on the line. I assume, your quite confused, im sorry bout that, I guess I should back up.

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story number 1. *NONAME* by me, raylene marie. CHAP 1.

writers notes. : i wrote the first chapter of this story after i read nicolas sparks the last song. im only in 8th grade english, i dont have to good of puntuation and stuff, its just for fun. deal with it. below is my impressions of angel, john, then jackson. no offence to the actual people, brittany spears, channing tatum, and pete wentz. finallyyy.....  lets  see how it goes!

chapter 1. every story has a begining. to bad you dont know mine.

i ran down the boredwalk on this chilly april morning, my mind away. my mind was always far away when i ran. it was my time to think, about everything. jackson, my now ex abuseive boyfriend. my school, my friends, my family, everything has been going on lately. after my best friend kayla convinced me to tell teh police, jackson dissapeared to, well idont know were. its been almost a mounth since ive seen him, so why am i so uneasy today?  out of breath, i stopped to look out toward the beautiful blue ocean, shinning in the low sun. for a second, the world around me stopped. but then a uneasy feeling came over me, like somone was looking at me. i turned around and saw jackson right behind me. i lost my breath instantly. "angel, imissed you" he grabbed my arm tightly. "youve been a very bad girl, telling on me like tht. shame shame!" i closed my eyes. i could feel jacksons warm, sour, aclclahol breath all around my face and hair. "jackson, let go." i weakly staggered. he just held on tighter tho. i sorta fought back. "let go jackson! your hurting me!" people were begining to stop and stare. my face grew pale. but then, a huge hand stepped in between me and jackson. and a deep, low, sexy voice. "hey man, let her go."  but jackson, he dosnet like people bossing him around. i couldnt look. "uhm, and who are you? you dont no me! hell, you dont no her!" he stabbed a finger in my face. "you think your real cool, standing up for the pretty lady?! well get the out man. shes with me, and way to good for you." my eyes were still closed, and then, i heard a clunk. i assumed jackson had hit someone, but no. jacksons drunk self fell, straight back, onto the boredwalk. my instincts hit me, and i quickly walked of, not looking at anyone. especially not the guy tht helped me. "hey! wait up!" i heard him shout. and then a warm, rough hand touched my arm. i turned around. a kid, well, man stood, towering above me, huge mussles everywere, yet childish eyes and dimples. if i believed in love at first site, it woulda hit me. he smiled and throwed out his hand. "hi, im john." "im angel." i couldnt help but smile too. "thats a beautiful name!" i blushed. "ohh, thanks. i mean, my names technically angelica, like the rugrats." i giggled. he looked confused, and i regreted the rugrats part. "so, ive never seen you around before, and most tourists dont help out random strangers like that. do you live here?" i said, breaking the silence. "well, i guess. for the summer. my dads sick, and my parents are divorced, so im hear with him." "ohh! im so sorry! ididnt mean to--" he held his hands up. "no. its fine. its cancer. im not sure how long he will be here for, so i decided to stay for the summer and take care of him." "wow, thats really nice of you. what school do you go to?" i still quizzed. "im, im not in school. i just turned 21." i winced at his age. i was only 16. yet i found him so atractive. he seemed to open his mouth to say somthing, then stopped. i had school, and new i had to get going. "well, uhm. i have school today. so i really need to get going? but, do you have a fone? my numbers 582-7034. you can call er txt me, and we can meet up some time. kayy? alright. bye, john." i smiled, running off. despite what happened with jackson, i felt good, almost, happy. i ran home, did my hair and makeup, and got to school.

welcomee:) 12/13/10

hai.
im raylene.
marie.
miller.
im 14.
born December 21st, 1996. the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year.
im eating a apple. :3
my thing is music.
makeup.
photography.
writing.
reading.
editing.
and my friends.
and here, i will show yu these things.
im going to be famous.
hit me up.
♥ :)
remember my name,

your gona hear it soon.