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Chapter Two 6:17 p.m.    A week had gone by. Not much had happened.  I hadn't spread the word that I was a Delinquent, and no one bothered me about it, so why should I announce it?    Remember the guy who asked me out, Drake?  Well just to let you know, I took care of him.  (Meaning I said I'd meet him at a movie, and sent another girl instead).  As heartless as that is and seems, they got along wonderfully, and I think they're dating now. So in the end my cruelty became a sweet gesture.    Whatever, as long as I didn't have to deal with it. It was currently Thursday of the fourth week of school.  I hadn't seen Christian in four day

Chapter One Something's Fishy…    Y'know the expression 'walking on thin ice?' Well that was EXACTLY what I had been doing, apparently. "Excuse me?" I asked disbelievingly.    Christian smiled weakly, saying, "Sorry?" Fury welled up inside of me.    Before I go on, I suppose I should explain a few things before I continue. At my school, there are two social groups.  Normies and Delinquents.  Normies were the 'good' kids, the kids who led normal lives; they lived in a sound home in a safe neighborhood with two parents, maybe a few pets.  They did their homework, had boyfriends/girlfriends, lots of friends, and never, I mean nev

Chapter Three July 7th  1598    Kurt and Letheresa stepped in quietly to the little girl's room.    The hardwood floor was spotless.  The white curtains hung elegantly over blinded windows, and the bed where the little girl lay was neat and the covers were straight and cool, the girl sleeping underneath them peaceful and adorable. Or so it should have been.    Instead of this nice little landscape described to you, this is what the room looked like:    The hardwood floors had claw marks all over it, standing out brightly against the dark, polished wood.  Clothes littered the floor as well, all of them filthy and tinted yellow and br

If I leave Nothing will change Birds will still sing Kittens will still mewl Women will cry when men give them that one special ring Douche bags will still think they are cool Museums will still be boring Children will still drown in the pool Tyrants will find joy in their lording When a sexy lady comes by a man will still drool Bad boys will still go to boarding school If I leave nothing will change I say Nothing.

Chapter One (June 15 1598)    The beautiful, quaint little neighborhood right outside Lake Ridge was the perfect place for someone who wanted a vacation from a busy lifestyle.  The quiet tranquility of the wooden and stone cottages, the perfect green trees, the way the birds chirped so merrily in the morning and sang so sadly in the evening.    The residents, most of them young with children, were quite sociable and upbeat.  They all attended church and all had their own set of rules and beliefs as to how to live an acceptable lifestyle, yet somehow they all got along. All of the houses were located in a forest very close to the town.  

Dear People Who Care Enough To Read This, I wish I could say you've always been there for me but I can't. Most of you have caused me almost as much pain as I have caused myself and although I forgive you, I will never smile and say I am glad to see you when I pass you in the streets. To the few friends that valued friendship more than climbing the social ladder, I will always remember and cherish you. I hope that I have been as good of a friend to you that you have been to me. Thanks for everything, every single one of you, no matter what you did. Sincerely,    The Demotivated My Beloved, You speak as though no one on this eart