inmyownlittleworld yay people!

am=oreo i'm here !!! sorry it took forever

inmyownlittleworld sigh

inmyownlittleworld soooo....

inmyownlittleworld soooo....

inmyownlittleworld ya thats true!!

inmyownlittleworld ya thats true!!

am=oreo its a - cool, it makes ya sound really happy

inmyownlittleworld sorry didnt mean for it to be in all caps

inmyownlittleworld I FIGURED IT OUT. YAY FOR INSPERATION

am=oreo well i am the HELPer, talk to me !!!

inmyownlittleworld HELP! ive got writters block!!

am=oreo i got an email ! e-mail me at amzlovesoreos@gmail.com

inmyownlittleworld wow. there is no one on here anymore. talk to me people!!

inmyownlittleworld sorry i havent been on. my computer is still dead im using the one at school

am=oreo OMG, I haven't been on in for- EVER !!! how ya doing ???

am=oreo s'ok,it happens to all of us

inmyownlittleworld hey guys sorry i havent been on lately my computer crashed

inmyownlittleworld im trying to write the next scene in my book but i dont know what to write i want selena to interact with damen somehow but im so blocked i cant think of anything

am=oreo sure,whats up?

inmyownlittleworld i have writers block can you help?

inmyownlittleworld its ok :)

am=oreo thanks,I try not to

inmyownlittleworld ya but i noticed you use alot of punctuation mabey to much

am=oreo .I went to his side,balled my fist,and went straight for the nose,but mt fist went right through his face.-what do you think,think its worthy of adding some more and shooting for a short chapter book?

am=oreo this guy ,a senior probaly,picking on a freshman.My face reddened in ager as I went to confront him."Hey you!" I shouted from behind him.He kept going."Ay,stop it,a couple years ago that was you!"I shouted.Still no replie."Ok,now I'm mad!"I screamed

am=oreo didnt talk to me all day.I got picked last for capture the flag.If this was some kind of sick joke called"lets tick Sm off by ignoring her for no apparent reason",I was not gonna be a happy camper.Then it happened.I starting to go home when I saw

am=oreo saw mrs,Applebom walking by,I said good morning,but she just kept walking silently as if not even hearing me.Rude,I thought.I kept walking.At school no one talked to me,unusual,I thought,thats when things really started to get wierd,my best friend

am=oreo thought it was because charles (the cat) had a nightmare and cut me up.I got dressed and ready and went into the kickten to have an apple.No one was home,so,mom,dad,and Garret mustve gone so I'd have to walk to school,fine by me.I started to school.I

am=oreo Ever feel ignored,thats how I felt the morning I realized I was a ghost. Chapter 1-Ghost ignored cause never seen--- I went to bed after garret (my little bro) finaly shut up.I woke up for school at about 8:15 AM,and I had a deep cut on my arm,but I

am=oreo thamks,I'm gonna use that a lot now

inmyownlittleworld hey sorry i havent been on in a while barngirl im so sorry to hear about what happened to you and if you copy and paste something on the comment box its unlimited

am=oreo huh,wonder where inmtownlittleworld is.

am=oreo hi!welcome back!

barngirl Hey girls sorry its been so long !! yall herd why i wasnt on but im back !!

am=oreo why do all my B's turn into P's,the keys arnt even close to each other.ugh!

am=oreo did ya check the story writers clup,barn girls back,apperently shes been in the hospital so thats why she hasnt been on.

am=oreo I've bee meaning to as,do you have to be the president to have unlimeted charecters,I think at least officers should have that.

am=oreo thanks,you totally should read them,I love them,and I'm in love with percy!

inmyownlittleworld lol i havent read them but ive heard there good. and sure you can use that! im not picky about that kind of stuff unless someone is trying to take my whole story

am=oreo have you read the percy jackson books/watched the movie,perhaps?what do you think of them?*psst,I love the books but I LOATHE the movi,logan lerman is soo ugly in my opinion.

am=oreo OM goatness!I've spent the last few days reading percy jackson love story fan-fictions,now I'm madly in love with him XP

am=oreo thanks you mindif I put that there to? if youre living a perfect life,put this book down and go be perfect some where else. PHSYKE! if you "think" your living a perfect life,youre wrong,nobodys perfect

inmyownlittleworld am=oreo! that is awesome!! if i were to write a book like that i would put, if you think you are living your life perfect, your wrong. nobody is perfect

am=oreo I'm gonna write a book on how 2 survive middle school and the first words;if your living a perfect life,put this book down and go be perfect somewhere else

am=oreo Thanks.that's really Gonna help.I also excited about new members!

inmyownlittleworld am=oreo to start try and explain some of her background story and then maybe go into her first days or something like that

inmyownlittleworld welcome maeugeniap! im so looking forward to having more people in the club feel free to post stories are poems are just chat and most of all have fun!

am=oreo guess what,my lil' sis' b-day is 2-marow

am=oreo welcome maeugeniap,welcome to this club,I am looking forward to reading some of your work

am=oreo I have it all planned out in my head,just not the begining,help plzzzzzzzzz

am=oreo need help-need an intro to my book,its about a girl named midnight,she's a vampire-witch,and shes starting at a boardingat a boarding school for imaginary creatures,she meets the boy of her dreams(well,mine)and she has to carry on a prophecy

am=oreo thanks,in alaska its 10:51

inmyownlittleworld im in the california time zone right now its 1122

am=oreo hey,whats your time zone,not to sound like a creeper,I would just like to keep our time zones,so I know when to check for posts,I'M in the alaskan time zone

am=oreo thanks.I'd love to be the vp,sign me up!

inmyownlittleworld am=oreo i haven't seen barn girl at all would you rather be vp i think you would be better at it than her. and its ok to write dark things sometimes its a way to let your stress go

am=oreo you have read them,happy me I LLOVEEEE them.they're why my faviriote color is green.and thanks for the comment on my line,but some times I feel like I'm turning into an edgar allen poe.

inmyownlittleworld btw if your having any life issues you can come to my advice queen page for help

inmyownlittleworld i got a nook for xmas! and i have read those books and love them i think you might like a book called promise by kristie cook and that line you wrote is really good! it really makes you feel like you are the character and you are insecure

am=oreo hey what do you think of this-these hopeless chains keep me captive with insucurity and low self esteem,the fear of being my self is overwelming and keeps me hostage

am=oreo I got a kindel for christmas.SQUEE

am=oreo I have a book sugestion for you,inmyownlittleworld,beautiful creatures by kami garcia and margret stohll.the second one is called beautiful darkness,and the thired just came out.beutiful chaos.theres gonna be 5

am=oreo TWILIGHT-I sat in the car,overjoyed about the fact that it was going to be my first day at the boarding school called the imaginary creatures acadamy(ICA)-sorry,need to think of more-

am=oreo you're welcome.thanks for letting me be the secratary.I am honored to be a part of your clup *bow*

inmyownlittleworld wow that's awesome!! and thanks i like to think that I'm good at imagining things

inmyownlittleworld welcome!! am=oreo!

inmyownlittleworld barngirl i really hope you like my story

inmyownlittleworld thats all i have so far

inmyownlittleworld Selena It all started when I was six. It was my first day of school and it was a nightmare, but not for the reasons you may think. I was perfectly fine with leaving my comfortable home, to go to a giant unknown building, with millions of strangers. Yeah, I know that’s weird, but I was always up for a challenge and I really wanted to meet some new people. My problem was nobody else was as ok with the idea as I was. I walked in looking determined and automatically fell to the floor screaming. Nobody of course paid any attention because all the other people were screaming too, but yet again, not for the reason I was. My mom freaked out and yelled at my dad, “I knew we should have home schooled her! This is all your fault you ignorant jerk! How could you do this to her? She is probably scared to death! Come here baby! Mommy’s here, don’t cry.” Mom is always blaming dad for everything and I usually stop it before it gets out of hand, but at the time I couldn’t do anything. My eardrums were pounding, voices coming from everywhere. I screamed louder trying to get somebody, anybody, to notice the level of pain I was in. It didn’t work. I had to get out of there, so I started to run. I didn’t know were to go but I didn’t care I had to get away from all the voices. I ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore, and at that point I was so tired and in so much pain that I passed out. My parents found me two days later sleeping in a dried up creek bed, and ever since, I’ve been “home schooled”. You’re probably wondering why I put air quotes around home schooled, aren’t you? Well, its simple. My parents never really kept up on my lessons. My life was a confusing mess from then on. My dad died when I was eight and my grandma moved in when I was ten. I'm fourteen now. My mom is a mess and I practically take care of my self. By the way, my name is Selena Vice and I'm a psychic, but I don’t know it yet. DAMEN I’m average. Messy brown hair and deep green eyes that should make girls swoon, if I didn’t have a face full of acne and the biggest, dorkiest glasses the world has ever known. My grades average from B’s to A’s and I'm often called a teachers pet, but I have several friends. I'm not an outsider but I'm not really super popular either. I'm a typical teenager who likes to look for trouble and often enough finds it. That’s me, Damen Reed. My parents are divorced and I don’t really know them, so I live with my Aunt. That’s fine though because she is practically my birth mom. My uncle lives with us but he is constantly traveling because of his job as a pilot for the Air Force. My aunt and I are really proud of him for serving our country so we don’t mind that he’s gone all the time. When I was seven, we moved to New York because he was training there and would be staying for several years, and we have lived there ever since. I go to public school and hold a job as a paperboy so I could feel like I help support the family along with my Uncle. Sometimes when I'm on the job, I will ride by a girl named Selena’s house and toss a paper to them (even though I know they don’t pay for it). She gets mad at me but I just say it was an accident and tell her to keep it (I can tell she is grateful even though she acts angry). I do this because I know they are dirt poor. Her mom doesn’t have a job and I feel really bad for them, sometimes I even feel guilty because I have stuff that she doesn’t. I may like to find trouble but I'm a good guy at heart. I love the world and the world loves me. SELENA I wake up at the usual time, 6:30, and walk downstairs craving cereal, milk-less cereal, yeah.*sigh* I wish. Instead of my perfect cereal I get sour milk and moldy cheese for breakfast. This tends to happen when my mom forgets to order the groceries. Oh well, maybe granny will do that puzzle she promised we would do today, I doubt it but hey, it’s worth a shot. I walk quietly to my grandmother’s bedroom and gently knock on the door. “Granny, can I come in?” “Yes honey, come in” “Um, do you think we could do that puzzle you promised today?” “Don’t you have to go to the store?” “Yeah but I can go later” “No, food first and go now so I can have a decent breakfast” “Yes ma’am” Called it. Guess I’ll have to go to the store anyway, Ug, I HATE grocery shopping! You never know which product is good or not and I'm not old enough to get the alcohol my mom wants so I get yelled at from her for that. And I can’t drive so that complicates things; luckily the store is only a couple blocks away so I don’t have to walk that far. It’s chilly outside so I grab my coat and start walking, since my mom doesn’t have a job I have to use food stamps sometimes but today I was lucky, when I was outside yesterday I helped one of my neighbors take groceries inside and she insisted on giving me $5, plus the $10 I had gotten for Christmas. I also found a newspaper in the driveway this morning, the paperboy swears he does it on accident but sometimes I know he does it out of pity, but I was grateful because it gave me some coupons to use. When I got to the grocery store my head immediately started pounding and voices were coming from everywhere, I have no idea how other people stand this but I just popped some headphones in my ears and turned Owl City up to full blast. First things first I sat down at the tables by the Starbucks cart so I could look through what coupons I had. Some of them were for silly things like Boost energy drink and tic-tacs, but others were useful like 50% off whole milk and $2.00 off general mills cereal. Once I had gone through the coupon and torn the useful ones out I grabbed a cart and headed to the dairy section, then the meat, and finally through the isles. I ended up with a box of honey nut cheerios, a half gallon of milk, a carton of cheep eggs, ground beef, pasta, spaghetti sauce, and a Gatorade. I went to the self check out and started ringing up my items and scanning my coupons, my total was $16.50. “Crap” I muttered under my breath. That’s lovely; well I guess its bye, bye Gatorade. Darn, but just as I was about to move it someone came up behind me and swiped there card on my machine. Spinning around yanking my headphone out, which caused the voices and pounding to come back I was perfectly ready to slap whoever it was but I froze. “Damen?” What was the paperboy doing paying for my food? “Yeah?” Dang I could barely hear him over all the voices “What are you doing?” I asked anger burning in my eyes “Helping you, I mean you can’t tell me you didn’t want that Gatorade” he knew me well, and it was kind of, well, creepy. “I did but I'm used to not being able to afford the stuff I want” “Come on nobody likes to put stuff back, think of it as a Christmas present” dang he is good looking when he argues, wait what am I thinking?! “Hate to break it to you bucko but Christmas was two weeks ago” “And?” he’s good “Fine, whatever, just go” “Are you sure? I could help you carry stuff home” he sounded almost desperate, that’s strange. “I'm sure, ok?” “Ok” seeing his face drop made me sad but I wasn’t some old lady who needs help walking across the street. Instantly relieved from al l the voices when I got out of the store I sighed. As I walked home, I drank my Gatorade and thought about him, why was he always helping me? Do I look bad or something? Oh well I guess its probably not something I should worry about, because really, I was thankful I really wanted a Gatorade but knew I probably wouldn’t be able to get it. Sometimes that boy was too nice for his own good. DAMEN After finishing my grocery shopping I caught a cab and thought about what happened. What did I do? It was weird I felt like for some reason I HAD to go talk to her, like something was compelling me, But she was angry. I honestly don’t know why I had that feeling, and then buying her groceries? It was almost like I was hitting on her, geez. What was I turning into? Ugh, I don’t want to think about it. As the cab pulled up to my driveway I flashed the driver my winning smile and gave her $10. “Have a nice day Damen!” she said as she drove away. She knows me well, I guess it makes sense I mean I take her cab every time I go shopping. Walking in the door of my suburban home I shouted, “Aunt Becky! I'm home!” “Hey baby! Did you get onions?” she came out of the kitchen with spaghetti sauce on her apron and flour in her hair I followed her back into the kitchen and grabbed a towel to wipe it all off. “Yes of course.” “Good boy!” she said with a smile. My aunt was a short haired red head, with deep forest green eyes and a smile that screams ‘I'm a mom and I'm darn proud of it!’ She’s the only mom figure I’ve ever had so yes technically she is my mom. My uncle Shawn is a strict but fair man with long black-brown hair (that he always keeps in a ponytail) and dark brown eyes; he is my father figure in this little family. I love my aunt and uncle and wouldn’t trade them for the world, I sometimes accidentally call them mom and dad. “Do you want me to cut them for you?” “Do you have homework?” she knows me. “Yeah, but...” “No buts mister you go upstairs and do your homework, go, march!” she was trying to be strict but she was smiling so I knew. I threw my hands up in mock defeat. “Ok, ok! You win” I walked upstairs to my awesome car themed bedroom and sat on my bed. Aunt Becky knew me better and would probably know I wasn’t doing my homework right now, but she doesn’t care as long as it gets done. I pulled my new I-pod touch out of my backpack and searched for Owl City, my favorite band. I Cranked Hello Seattle up to max volume and pulled out my notebook. I’ve had an interest in writing short stories lately. The one I'm working on right now is about a ghost and a girl who become friends and goes like this; “Boo!” the ghost screamed with all his might at the tiny little girl before him, but instead of screaming, she giggled. “Be afraid, I am your worst nightmare!” he tried harder and harder to get this girl to scream but the more he tried the more she laughed. This was all I had so far but I only started it yesterday. Welcoming the relief from the drama of what happened today I wrote; “Why do you laugh at me little girl?” he asked becoming frustrated. In a high-pitched girly voice she answered, “You say you are my worst fear, but I don’t believe that is possible” “And why is that?” he asked, trying and failing to still look angry and not amused. “Because I'm afraid I don’t know what my biggest fear is” she was obviously as confused as she was trying to make him believe. “Everyone has fears and everyone has one that is scarier than the others” “Damen!” Aunt Becky yelled at me from downstairs. She sounded like she had been crying. “Yes?!” I yelled out my bedroom door. “I just got a phone call, it was Uncle Shawn’s supervisors they… Why don’t you come downstairs and let me explain.” “Ok” I said not trying to mask the worry in my voice. Hurrying down the stairs and running to the kitchen in search of my aunt. When I found her, her makeup was smeared and wet lines ran down her face. When she saw me she tried to wipe it all off but eventually gave up and crumpled into my out stretched arms sobbing. “There, there its ok tell me what happened” still sobbing she told me that Uncle Shawn’s supervisors called and said his plane had been shot down and that he was in the hospital. “Can we visit?” I asked half hoping for a no. I was afraid of what he would look like and if I would be able to stomach it. “Yes but not for a couple days” She was calming down but was still pretty upset. “Oh Auntie its ok, he will be ok” I tried my best to get her to stop crying. Honestly it was scaring me; I’ve never seen somebody cry so much. It pretty much worked but every once and a while a lone tear would trickle slowly down her cheek. I myself even shed a few tears. My uncle had been in the Air Force for over 15 years and nothing like this had ever happened before. It was beyond tragic and a major thing in this family, and to be honest; I was terrified. SELENA When I got home my mom automatically started screaming at me. “Oh hello Selena” She said Selena like it was a poison. “Let me guess the guy ‘wouldn’t let you’ get my beer again?” “No mama he wouldn’t let me get your beer” “Of course not, you pathetic little twerp!” With that she stumbled back into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. I was so annoyed I started pantomiming what I wanted to have happened ‘Welcome home Selena how was the store?’ ‘Oh great mom thanks for asking!’ ‘Did that mean guy ring you up again?’ ‘Nope I went to self check-out today’ ‘Oh, that’s just wonderful honey!’ Yeah like that conversation will ever happen. Oh well. I went to the attic, also known as my bedroom, and sat down on the springy blue mattress I call a bed to relax. I was kicking of my shoes when I noticed a cream colored envelope on my dresser. I quietly walk over and pick it up. On the front is my name in cursive and a complicated heart made from several loops and curls. It was so beautiful! The envelope was made of some kind of satin paper and was closed with an eagle wax seal. Careful not to rip the paper I lifted the seal and pulled out the letter. Dear my darling Selena, If you are reading this then it means I have either gotten kicked out by your mother or I have died. Hopefully not the latter but just in case, I wrote this. I first want you to know I loved your mother. Even if she yelled at me or hit me, I loved her, and I love you, but there is something that your mother and I never told you. We wanted to wait until you were older but it was mainly me who wanted to tell you so I wasn’t sure if she would ever tell you. You are special, like me. It has been passed through our family for many years and now you are a part of it. You are… The last part was smeared and the only thing I could make out was, Love, Dad At the bottom. I'm what? Special? What did he mean by special? Maybe it was a practical joke, mom? No she wouldn’t do that. Would she? DAMEN The hospital was beyond scary. It was loud, and clean, and just to perfect. I kept expecting someone to jump out dripping blood or something, guess not. The only other time I’ve been in a hospital was when I broke my arm trying to ride a bike backwards when I was six. Then, I was in the colorful, brightly light, and some-what happy children’s wing, now I'm in the adult part and everything is so depressing, from the tan-white walls, to the crying relatives, to the never-ending chorus of coughing and screaming. I had just about had enough when the doctor came out to let us in to Uncle Shawn’s room. Aunt Becky rushed right in, but I hesitated. I have never seen my Uncle in anything but perfect condition, and wasn’t exactly thrilled to break that record. Even though the thought of blood and gore scares me to death, I have to be there to support him. When I walk into the room I am beyond relieved, when I look at him I see no blood, no gore, just a couple white bandages covering his wounds and a cast on his right arm and leg, Green, perfect for him. I follow his left arm, which was pulled off the bed slightly, and find it firmly grasped in Aunt Becky’s hands, she’s crying again. I walk over to comfort her but she shakes her head and smiles in Uncle Shawn’s direction. I get it, she’s with him. That’s all she wanted. When I look at him he opens his eyes ever so slightly as if he is looking into the sun on a bright morning, moans, then he closes them again. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes but this time they are for joy. Joy that he is alive, and with us today. I walk slowly over to his other side and sit down. Looking straight into his closed eyes, I prayed for the first time in years. ~~~ The next morning I woke up to the sound of a medical machine going off. It took me a few moments to get my bearings but once I did I relaxed. Looking around the room I saw two nurses attending to Uncle Shawn’s casts and my aunt, fast asleep on the guest couch. When I looked at Uncle Shawn’s face, I smiled, his eyes were open. One of the nurses looked at me smiled and left. Leaving my, my Uncle, My Aunt, and the other nurse alone. I found out that the nurse’s name is Sally and that she is going to be my Uncle’s primary nurse. Three hours later she left as well. “Are you hungry?” my aunt asked in a tired voice. “A little” She pointed to her purse and said, “Get some cash and buy yourself something from the cafeteria” “are you sure?” I asked “I can just wait until we get home if you want” “no, get something now, I don’t know how long we are going to be here” “ok” I replied with a sigh as I walked through the almost empty halls I had some time to think, but for some reason my thoughts kept coming back to selena. Why do I keep thinking about the girl nobody likes? I have no idea.

inmyownlittleworld here is one of my stories

inmyownlittleworld ya im really looking forward to reading some of you work

inmyownlittleworld hey try and promote the club!!

barngirl Thanks for making me Vp !! :)

inmyownlittleworld Love is like… A heart is like a cup It can hold the purest liquids But is just as easily broken Love is like a shirt It can be worn or given But just as easily thrown away Your partner is like a bubble It can bring you joy But just as easily float away A kiss is like a gift It can be the sweetest thing But just as easily lost A hug is like a fire It can keep you warm But just as easily die These things make up the human being weather we like it or not, And it’s something everyone has to go through, so embrace it, hold it close, and it just might be a little easier.

inmyownlittleworld here is one of my poems

inmyownlittleworld cool im so glad you joined! and i would love to have you as vp

inmyownlittleworld cool im so glad you joined! and i would love to have you as vp

inmyownlittleworld so looking forward to meeting someone who loves to write like i do!!