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Something wasn't right. Mommy was crying, Daddy was scared, and my brothers were keeping me away from the door. "Brother? Why's Mommy crying?" "I-I don't k-know, S-Sammie..." Noah stuttered anxiously. I looked up at Jonah, hoping to get a better response. He simply shook his head. There was a loud bang at the door. "OPEN UP, SHARP!" Whoever was at the door sounded angry.... I ducked behind Brother and watched Daddy trying to stop Mommy crying. Another knock, then a bang and a crash as the door burst open. Four men bashed in. One grabbed mommy and held something to her head. It looked like a....a g-gun! "Mommy, no! Don't hurt my mom

Ma and Pa were doing it again. Yelling at me and lecturing me for stealing money from them earlier. "I needed the money!" I managed to cut in to their constant screaming. "What could you possibly need a thousand dollars for, Dylan?!" My mom snapped, her usually bright eyes dull and wet from crying, something she rarely did. "I wanted to buy Emma something nice...." "So you took that amount of money without asking?! Dammit, Dylan! Money doesn't grow on trees!" Dad hissed. "He's lying." Kameon, my older brother, added. I shot him a dark look. "He wasn't buying anything for anyone." "What do you mean....?" Mom asked. "He was buyi

Well, Ridge. It's your birthday, And there's not that much to say. Except that you are special, In every single way. We've been friends for a little while, And you've never failed to make me smile. Friendship is a strange thing, But ours definitely has style. From weird roleplays, to a funny call, I'd just like to say I loved them all. You've put up with my idiocy, And I know you'd catch me if I were to fall. I bet you think this poem is cheesy, But honestly, it wasn't easy, To think of something that would fit you. I hope you know I love you too. I guess I have nothing else to say now. So, Happy Birthday, buddy. Chow!

Pulsing lights. The vibrations of the pounding music playing through the massive, hidden, speakers. The heat radiating from the bodies on the dance-floor. Grinding and swaying to the music. Bright red eyes swept across the floor, looking for a suitable dance partner. One man had caught his eye: the way he seemed to move with the music. His eyes, half lidded, making it difficult to tell what color his eyes were, though the man could tell, even under the glow of the ever-changing colored lights, that they were a dazzling emerald green. Light blond hair, though still slightly damp from sweat, was striking. A sly smirk crept up on the red eyed

My dearest youth, There is so much I would like to tell you, but I shall try to fit it all into this letter. First, the obvious. Live life to the fullest, keep your friends close, and laughter really is the best medicine. And now, a look into the future. With dark brown hair and boring tired eyes, you're certainly not the most beautiful, nor most popular. You do, however, have a few close friends. These friends have stuck with you through good times and bad times. If you're smart, then you'll know who these few are, and they're hopefully still with you. You will be teased, tormented even, but don't let it trouble you. Your future is brigh