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  • That Moment When... by space3383
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    We all have those moments...
  • Friends? No, sisters by an_angel_depp
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    My name's Rebeca, I'm a Brazilian girl and I'm orphan. Not for so long, because, some one just adopted me, but I don't know who yet. Everything I know it's that I have a new sister that's from France and I'm going to live there because the new "Father" live there too. I have sure that this will be amazing!
  • My Not So Fun and Inadequate Seventh Grade by Infinitbear
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    As you see in the title, this goes back to the seventh grade. Well Kinda. It was a reflection, looking back onto y seventh grade. I recently saw this and decided to post it here. Initially when writing this, I only showed a few people, so here was my seventh grade. Also, this is unedited, so if there are any errors; blame my seventh grade self. I actually hate there is no genre for autobiography. Or a "life stories."
  • Falling for My Best Friend by Kittyizzy12
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    Alexandra didn't know she could fall in love with her own Best Friend. Out of all people it had to be him. It took him a while to realize she was his number one girl. It took him a while to say "I love you." •~•~•~•~•~•~~•~•~√~•~√~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Hey guys this is my first book so leave tips if you like but no rude comments please. I'll be writing more in the future.
  • Exposed (Unedited) by biggirlsdonotcry
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    "Whoa, what are these?" he looks at the scattered papers on the floor. "They are...my stuff, nothing related to you." I respond. He stretches to grab a piece of paper. I shove his hand away as fast as I can. "Don't touch! I told you it's not your business." "But can I at least take a peek?" "No! Just stay away from the papers!" "Please, come on, it won't hurt a look." "No, and stop begging me." I begin to gather up the pieces of papers with full focus on him, he might snatch one without me knowing it. These papers are my secret love poems I wrote to the boy sitting right next to me and he's the last person I want to see them.