It’s about this teenage girl who can see into the future (but doesnt know it yet). Yeah the descriptions bad lol but ive gotten some good feedback so far i know its long but pleaaaaaaaaaaase check it out and tell me what you think!?!? and do you think maybe it can get published? Ok here’s a part of the first chapter….

1.Moving
“There was a boy…not someone I really recognize. But I was-I guess you can say-racing to save him.”
“Save him from what?” The counselor, Mr. Burns, asked, bored, as if he’s seen too many weeks of my crazy nightmares. Which he had. I’d been going to his office for three weeks now, telling him about my strange nightmares about this boy who I knew only in the dream, but outside of it, in reality, I didn’t know him from Adam.
“I’m not sure…” I answered pathetically.
“Well,” he said, trying his hardest to look like he actually wanted to help. “Do you have any friends who remind you of this boy?”
“No,” I answered. “I don’t have any friends at all.” He knew this. Who would want to be friends with a freak like me?
“What about any family members? Cousins, perhaps?”
“The only family member I know is my older sister,” I started to wonder why I was sitting here. We’d had this exact same conversation yesterday, and the day before yesterday. It was like we were both actors who had memorized a script, and neither one of us wanted to be here. “And he looks nothing like me.” I said, pointing to my brown skin.
“What does he look like?” Mr. Burns asked, a faint hint of interest in his voice. Well this was new. I’d never really described him before.
“Um…,” I hesitated, struggling for the right words. He’d always been inside my head. It felt strange to let him free into reality. “He had brown hair…with white skin…um brown eyes.” I felt proud of myself. I didn’t expect to get that much out. But the weak interest left Mr. Burn’s eyes and I could tell he was disappointed. He was probably expecting some kind of alien creature instead of some boring teenager.
“Oh well,” he said, bored again. And then he yawned. “Maybe you’re just nervous about your move. Afton, New York I hear?” I wanted to groan. The last thing I needed to be reminded about was moving to a small town. Not that I would miss Los Angeles, a smaller town just meant everyone would know who I was. I would be the freak of the school. The center of all of the points and laughter. And Afton had a horrifying population of 800 people….
“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe I’m just nervous.” The bell rang, and before Mr. Burns made his escape out of the door, he managed a really fake smile. Well, at least he put effort into it. All of the students at that school just glared.
“Jefferson High is really going to miss you, Court.” As he left, I tried as hard as I could not to roll my eyes, but I failed, knowing they couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Eventually, after sitting in about thirty seconds of misery, I got out of the chair and headed to my quire class, the only class I was actually good at, and also my last class of the day.

Ok so this video was taken in my Japanese class. When we we’re doing a play. Yes I move alllot. My teacher is the narator. The kids in it are (pink pants) Danille, (the guy) Caiden, (mouse ears, black and white) Fatima, (other ears) Gabby, (long hair girl) Tiffani. The boy who kinda comes in the shot every now and then to take the desk and chair away is Darrell. Like just ignore my voice in the background.

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Alright so my bedroom walls are a pink sponged look. I have a white bunkbed, matching striped comforters
white bookshelf, two white dressers, a brown desk built into my wall
one of those lamps that have five different parts
a black computer chair
I want to paint my desk white and do drip painting on it where you drizzle different colors on it in random patterns
I want to paint my fan white with flowers on it….if you hadn’t noticed I am artsy…lol
I hate my closet doors so much! They are these big ugly mirrors, and IDK how to get my parents to let me change them.
What other kinds of furni and decorations can I put in my room? Any ideas? I am really girly too, and love all kinds of artsy things.
plus I hate my carpet it is chocolatey brown and does NOT go with my room! blah.
come on I need help!!!! parents said I get new closet doors!! Woohoo!

I went in for a routine check up on 05/27/08. This was my first visit to this dentist office so there was paper work to be completed upon my arrival. As soon as my paper work was done A dental assistant escorted me to a small open room
(no doors),seated me and left .In this room there was a television in the right corner. Sitting in my chair I would have to slightly turn my head right to view the television.The assistant returned and without saying a word of what she was about to do told me to open my mouth and inserted a clamp and told me to bite down. I realized she was taking an x ray.After taking the first x ray I asked "Shouldn’t I take my tongue ring out?" she replied with an "Oh yeah." I took out my tongue ring out and she proceeded to take x rays.The clamp She was using was made out of red plastic. It had white bite marks all over it and there was something yellow smeared on the handle. It did not look clean. After the first 3 x rays I began to notice her watching t.v.
she was on my right side so for her to watch t.v. she had
to turn her face completely away from me. She lost count of the number of x rays she had taken and asked me "Did I already take this one?"
I replied "Yes I think you did." She finished taking x rays and went to get the dentist. The dentist came in and greeted me and began looking at the x rays.They left without saying anything.After about 15
minutes A woman of an unidentified position entered my room and began explaining to me what work I needed done and what my insurance would cover.Since there would have been an out of pocket expense I
told her that I needed to talk to my husband whom was waiting in the waiting room. She escorted me to the waiting room so I could talk to him but my husband had stepped out to get something to eat. I told
the woman that I couldn’t find him so I would not like any work done today.She escorted me back to my room and the dentist and assistant shortly came in and asked if I was getting
any work done. I told them I would get it later and I just wanted a cleaning. The two of them were sitting behind me prepping for a cleaning I overheard them talking about a broken piece of equipment that the assistant claimed to have fixed. The dentist approached my right side with a small pick and told me to open my mouth. The assistant was on my left side with a suction device and a water squirter. The dentist started scraping my teeth very roughly. I have a filling from a previous dentist that was broken prior to my visit and I feel as if he was trying to break it so I would have to get it fixed that same day.At one point the water squirter broke and squirted me in my right eye and all over my face. That was the faulty piece of equipment they had been talking about earlier.They did not apologize nor did they give me any thing to wipe off with. After scraping my teeth and gums he disappeared behind my chair. That was the last I saw of him. The assistant took the dentist place on
my right side she took out a polisher(??)and
proceeded with the cleaning. About 1 minute into the cleaning I notice her watching T.v. again. She was so caught up in the T.v. that at one point she was polishing the outside of my cheek. I went in to
that office in no pain what so ever now I have inflamed gums and a now sore tooth. This office does not display the amount of professionalism needed to associate with Tricare and it’s beneficiaries.

That is my letter to the Tricare Fraud and Abuse department.
Should I do anything else about this?
Thanks

my dad is going to let me decorate my room around christmas so i want to make sure i get everything ready by then, oh yeah and it has to be cheap so i need

purple bean bag chair
purple, white, and black bedding for a twin bed
white desk
a chair (white, black, or purple)
rug (black,white,and/or purple)

well i think thats it so if you list the item with the price, and store i’d be really greatful

Love & Hugs
Barbara

"The Story of An Hour"
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.

It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.

She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.

She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.

She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.

There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.

Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will–as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under hte breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.

She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that owuld belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.

There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they ahve a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.

And yet she had loved him–sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.

Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door–you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven’s sake open the door."

"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

She arose at length and opened the
… door to her sister’s importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister’s waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.

Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry; at Richards’ quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease–of the joy that kills.

:] I smiled at how cool she was being about this whole situation. If I was her and I had to give up my family, amazing job, and basically life, I would kill myself. I followed her upstairs and watched her as she walked into my bedroom. I shook my head and motioned her towards the door at the end of the hall. “You’re not going to stay there. We have to put you in hiding.” I told her, grabbing her hand and opening the door. “Oh..” She tilted her head as we walked into the closet. I was so much bigger than her, I barely fit inside the closet, let alone her. Her tiny figure was pushed up against the wall. “Cool, I’m living in a room where I can’t even stretch out my arms. Epic.” She said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but that was one of the many reasons why I loved her, she was sarcastic and could take a joke. I then chuckled and reached my hand above my head, knocking on the ceiling three times then pushed it open. I pushed Demi up so she could go through the mini door in the ceiling. Once she was up, I pulled myself up and watched her roam around the huge room. Her jaw dropped and turned to me. “T-This is where I’ll be staying?” She looked around again. “Yeah.” I smiled. Sorry it’s smaller than my office.” I smirked, proud of how big my space was compared to her’s. I walked into my office which was a huge room, with a desk at the end of it, and other entertainment surrounding the room. I flicked the light switch up as spot lights went up one by one, until it reached the …

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I am moving into house with four other students. We get to have our own rooms.

I am a part-time photographer as well and would like to do something cool with my room walls. My room will be a space where I can study, entertain friends, do photo-editing and rest at night. I would ideally like to decorate the walls with some of my own framed pictures that I have taken over-time – mostly of nature, people, etc.

My room will have a bed, a desk, chair, etc. My desk will hold my laptop and LCD monitor, etc.

The room colour right now is white. I think it looks like a cave. I wanted to go for Grey (but not too dark, not too light). What are your opinions?

I’d love to hear all your suggestions. Thanks.

Joe

i’m writing a book about this girl named kate. Right now it’s really hard for me to explain because i havent finished writing it yet but she’s a teenager who’s having this dream about this boy who she doesn’t even know and ends up moving to a new school and discovers she isn’t a NORMAL human lol (she’s like a different breed and she meets other people who know what she is.) haha the description’s really bad but can u tell me what you think about this small part of the first chapter? yeah i know its REALLY long but pleaaase read it and tell me if you like it… thanks so much!

“There was a boy…not someone I really recognize. But I was-I guess you can say-racing to save him.”
“Save him from what?” The counselor, Mr. Burns, asked, bored, as if he’s seen too many weeks of my crazy nightmares. Which he had. I’d been going to his office for three weeks now, telling him about my strange nightmares about this boy who I knew only in the dream, but outside of it, in reality, I didn’t know him from Adam.
“I’m not sure…” I answered pathetically.
“Well,” he said, trying his hardest to look like he actually wanted to help. “Do you have any friends who remind you of this boy?”
“No,” I answered. “I don’t have any friends at all.” He knew this. Who would want to be friends with a freak like me?
“What about any family members? Cousins, perhaps?”
“The only family member I know is my older sister,” I started to wonder why I was sitting here. We’d had this exact same conversation yesterday, and the day before yesterday. It was like we were both actors who had memorized a script, and neither one of us wanted to be here. “And he looks nothing like me.” I said, pointing to my brown skin.
“What does he look like?” Mr. Burns asked, a faint hint of interest in his voice. Well this was new. I’d never really described him before.
“Um…,” I hesitated, struggling for the right words. He’d always been inside my head. It felt strange to let him free into reality. “He had brown hair…with white skin…um brown eyes.” I felt proud of myself. I didn’t expect to get that much out. But the weak interest left Mr. Burn’s eyes and I could tell he was disappointed. He was probably expecting some kind of alien creature instead of some boring teenager.
“Oh well,” he said, bored again. And then he yawned. “Maybe you’re just nervous about your move. Afton, New York I hear?” I wanted to groan. The last thing I needed to be reminded about was moving to a small town. Not that I would miss Los Angeles, a smaller town just meant everyone would know who I was. I would be the freak of the school. The center of all of the points and laughter. And Afton had a horrifying population of 800 people….
“Yeah,” I said, not totally agreeing. “Maybe I’m just nervous.” The bell rang, and before Mr. Burns made his escape out of the door, he managed a really fake smile. Well, at least he put effort into it. All of the students at that school just glared.
“Jackson High is really going to miss you, Katelyn.” As he left, I tried as hard as I could not to roll my eyes, but I failed, knowing they couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Eventually, after sitting in about thirty seconds of misery, I got out of the chair and headed to my quire class, the only class I was actually good at, and also my last class of the day. On my way, I decided to stop off at my locker to drop off my chemistry book. In front of my locker, were three seniors talking and laughing and blocking it. Their backs were turned to me. All of them were huge and muscular females: one with black hair, a red haired girl, and the other a blonde.
“Hey, my locker’s there, can you move please?” They ignored me and continued talking.
“Hello? My locker, can I get in it?” I tapped the blonde girl on her shoulder and then she turned around to look at me. At first her expression was angry, but it instantly transformed into a look of gut wrenching fear as soon as she made eye contact, as if she was the weak, thin, defenseless junior and I was the senior who could very much be related to the Hulk. The red-haired girl behind her did the same and began to take a few steps back. The black-haired girl looked at me as if she knew something about me. As if there was something on my face that had explained everything. That’s when they turned around and ran away, speeding through the hallway in a way that should be illegal. Those who had witnessed this all had confused expressions on their faces. They couldn’t see what I had that scared them away either. Those girls….for some reason, they were afraid of me. After I put my chemistry book away, I went into the nearest girls’ bathroom and stared into the long mirror over one of the sinks. Of course my appearance was different from everyone else’s: Dark brown skin, long, black hair, but with these ridiculously bright blue eyes. These weren’t your normal “blond hair, blue eyed girl” kind of eyes. They were a strange kind of blue. Different, a

After parking their prized 1967 Mustang, Constance and her mom met the moving men upstairs. They were sitting on their cozy green couch eating hotdogs. Constance gave her mom two minutes to freak out. “Oh no! Not on my couch you won’t.” Carmen walked over and shooed them. The moving men snickered and stood outside the apartment door to eat. “Constance, while i make sure everything’s in order can you do me a favor?” Carmen pulled her hair into a ponytail letting a few whisps of hair loose. “Sure, what?” “You’re school, i’ll give you the address, i need you to get the forms i need to fill out. I’ve already called, they’ve got them waiting.” Constance shrugged and nodded as her mom wrote down the address on a pink post-it and gave her cab money. “If you get lost…call Jacob.” Camen let out a long breath before watching the moving men carry in her granite topped wood carved side table. “Not by the window!” She cried. Constance smiled to herself and made her way out the building.
The air smelled like fall. The smell of crisp leaves and honey. Now how was she supposed to call for a cab? She looked down the street and saw a man in a light brown trench coat waving in the street, his face serious. Constance stood a little taller and waved feriously out into the street. A cab whizzed by to the other man. Constance rolled her eyes and waved some more. 3 cabs passed by. Did they all think she was some grungy teenage girl trying to rob a cab? Of course, she was on the Upper East Side where comfortable, casual clothes from Marshall’s and the sale rack at Nordstroms was grungy and homeless looking. Finally, a cab stopped for her. The man looked back at her and didn’t say anything. “Um can we go to the corner of 65th, The Weldon School?” The man nodded and took off. Constance fell back into the seat studying her shoes. For goodness sakes she could’ve changed into her plain black converses at least where she didn’t draw on them. And her faded skinny jeans and Red Sox baseball cut shirt made her seem like she rolled out of bed after a rough night out. Her hair was tousled to the side, a little too wavy for her liking and her mascara was rubbed under her left eye when she was sleeping in the car. Well at least she looked, “wilderness chic.”10 minutes later, the cab driver pulled in front of a cream colored building that slightly looked like the MET. Constance payed the driver and got out. A few students lingered outside since it was a Friday. Constance assumed they were the regular to geeky kids. Better known as “safe-zone friends.” A girl in a red leather jacket dark skinny pants with black heels and soft light brown hair was perched on a muscley looking blonde boy with those artsy black glasses. She giggled obnoxiously and hit his shoulder. She was defiently not a safe-zone friend. He smiled with adorable dimples and kissed her cheek. She pulled off her white beret and placed it on his head. He did the kissy face and put his hand to his head in the infamous model pose. Constance rolled her eyes. This is what she had to deal with? She walked up what felt like 20 steps before reaching the door. The glass doors were wide and half the size of the building. A girl in all black sat at the door way reading Hamlet. When she saw Constance she smirked and hissed. Constance’s eye’s widened as she quickened her pace to the office. The office was a light, cheery, yellow with white tiled floors. “For Dr. Weldon use the door to the right.” A nasely, old lady pointed to the door.” She opened her princpals door after she realized she should’ve knocked. His chair was turned around facing his Mac. Constance cleared her throat. The chair spun revealing a very young, very good looking, Dr. Weldon. “Hey.” He smiled. Constance smiled back and said, “Hi, I’m Constance Billard, i’m transferring from Laguana Beach High.” He nodded still smiling. “Yep, heard great things from your school about your ballet.” He shuffled through his desk for papers. Constance couldn’t help but notice his the viens running through his hands. Not gross looking but actually extremely attractive. Not that she could like her princepal. “Here we go. All the papers we need from you by Monday.” With his amazingly hot hands, he handed her the papers. “Thanks.” Constance hoped her cheeks weren’t red. “No uniforms here.” He said smoothing his American Eagle rolled to the elbow dress shirt. “But, in those papers are the rules for what you need to wear to your intensive ballet course.” Constance ran her fingers over the papers. “Alright thank you.” On her way out, the two kids she passed had left. Probably hopped a cab to the next lavish party. Through the cab ride home she kept thinking about Julien. Well, Dr. Weldon. Imagine having a crush or better yet an affair with your princepal? Classic N.Y.C. scandalous story.

i know there’s grammar problems i usually fix it up later on (:
be honest!
p.s. jacobs her brother whos at nyu. i explained it earlier but i had to delete it due to the 5000 character limit