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The weekend arrived and I realized I left my phone in the locker room. Trying to get into the school when no one’s around is like trying to get into Fort Knox or Alcatraz. No way it was going to happen
Raksha Balaji had to be the most attractive girl at Temple University in Philly. The only problem was that she was a huge hoe. It was rare that she would be sober. She was constantly high, drunk or both



I walked to the front of the class and handed my test to the teacher. This class was so fucking boring. I couldn't wait until the next period, Mr. Charlie's class. The dirty thought raced through my head and I got wet just thinking about it. Just a few more minutes of class



Scott was a popular boy in our high school; not in the “I do not talk to geeks” way, but he was well known. He was a sophomore and I was a freshman. We had known each other for many years, and I had always had a huge crush on him



Chapter One All throughout middle school, I had hated the name Adam Watson. It was a name the school bullies had become all too familiar with, and it became a name I figured was cursed, and I too for having it
A few years ago after finishing her GSCE examinations Amy, my friend's daughter, was seeking some relaxation. Unfortunately her parents were moving house to a property which was in need of considerable work
The chains and spikes on Dereks leather jacket clinked loudly and abnoxiously as he waltzed down the hallway in his school. He was a senior in high school, but at this point he saw no reason to graduate, having a broken family and working at a mechanics shop after school
It was my second year of college. I was majoring in nursing so we had a pretty strict guideline of classes we had to follow in order to be accepted into the actual nursing program by junior year



I woke up promptly at 7:00 AM, eagerly anticipating the day that I had planned out to a “T”. In my mind, nothing could go wrong and I was the happiest kid alive. I quickly jumped out of bed, and completed my morning routine with more oomph than usual
This is a true story about me from a few years ago, for the sake of the privacy of those part of this story, I will be known as Orion, and my girlfriend in this will be known at Ann



“Ashley, please! Tim help! Ehhr ow ouch fuck! That hurts!” Oriana screamed. “Ashley! Knock it off or I might do something stupid!” The sounds of struggle stopped and Ashley’s laughter replaced it
Flesha was seating in the jrotc during lunch on day. The office was full of people getting ready for a color guard that after noon. They just finished packing the gear up when the ball sounded for class. Now her commanding office made a deal with C.J (the first Sgt
this carries on from risedale secrets two so read that before this one Kim smiled her knowing smile as we walked out of the workshops, the last hour played over my mind as I walked with her
I wasn't sure if I had the skills to write a story so leave me a message if you like the start of this story if you do I will keep going
This is a true story which happened to one of my friend.I am writing it in first person cause i like it that way.Please leave behind comments after reading this story . My name is Calvin.I am 18yrs old and a senior in highschool.I am 6ft tall,pitch black hairs and brown eyes