Specialkids Stories

Anything but normal seventh-graders Kylar, Jessamene, Marcy, and Peyton were just looking for a place to practice their after-school drama class script. Little did they know, their preferred practice room would soon turn into their personal penitentiary. *I hope you enjoy/enjoyed it. This was for the Weekly Wattpad Contests book. Thanks for reading! And if you're not going to read this, thanks anyway for checking out the info! *^_^** ~gc3

"Musim semi berarti kebahagiaan baru di mulai. Musim semi adalah musim dimana semua keluarga berkumpul dan tertawa bersama. Wahai musim dingin, hilanglah dari sini jangan pernah kembali" -Z- Aku tutup mataku, aku bayangkan musim semi akan seindah itu. Wangi bunga. Hangatnya teh. Bau roti yang keluar dari pemanggang. Suara anak kecil tertawa lepas. Andai itu terjadi. Andai saja semua ini bisa di ulang kembali. Andai aku mampu menuliskan sebuah cerita baru di buku takdir, mengganti bintang di langit. Semua pasti akan indah. Semua akan indah. Tapi inilah takdirnya, kepahitan ini. . . . . Halo, aku adalah sang penulis. Aku memiliki petualangan yang luar biasa di dunia mimpiku. Terkadang,aku mampu mengatur jalan cerita di mimpiku. Aku bagaikan dewa disana. Cerita ini adalah salah satu mimpi yang membuatku tertidur pulas hampir seharian. Inilah salah satu kekuatan mimpi.

One day Ali was just hanging out with her friend. Then ... I wrote this some time ago it's my first short story, it's pretty short, hope you enjoy. One of my earlier stories, I know it has some grammar mistakes. (I wrote this in 7th Grade.)

On the run for almost two years, Kathrine Olsen and her family are found out by the very people that they are running from. And with Kathrine's family in danger every minute, she decides to take it upon herself to fix the problems. Will she figure out her life in time before something else happens? If you want to find out, keep on reading. Please don't judge me. I'm new at this.

Alexis Stone is a child of no identity. That is to say, no memory of her past, the life she had before she ended in the doorstep of G--Orphanage seven years ago, before she ended up stuck with a horrible Headmistress, before she ended up as the object of scorn in that place. And yet she can see. She can observe. Her mind can comprehend lessons far advanced than people her age. She's different, unique. But it comes with a price, the price of being alone. But that was before the arrival of a strange and blank scarlet letter and a disappearing man, not to mention this strange dream. That was before The White Apple Institute. Before the real troubles of life came, and before living never appeared to be more than a word.