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My school is elementary through high school (k through senior year). My name’s Wolf Fang, I have five older brothers. River (15) who is a real sports nut, his favorite would be football, Water (14) is the artist of the family, he loves to draw, Sky (13) is the musician you should really hear him play the guitar, Wind (12) is a lot like dad he likes to build things and I know he’s going to go into business with him when he gets older , Shepherd (11) may not look like it but his a real book worm and I think he want to be a doctor or a lawyer when he grows up, that leaves me, I’m ten and I love mix marshal arts which I want to open a dojo when I get older.
The opening ceremony was like always boring and I never did quite see the point of seating for two to three hours listening to all the announcements the principal gave. The teachers were introduced one by one and they gave a small speech, I think Mr. Boozer—I mean Mr. Boomer, the algebra teacher was the one that gave the longest speech. Usually he was the last one up to talk, but this year there was a new teacher (great).
I’ll never forget the first day I meet him, how he walked up to the front and how Mr. Boozer gave a look at him with such loathing. Long black hair, he wore dark tint sun glasses so no one saw his eyes, perfect lips, five three, perfect slender body, well built and you think I was talking about a woman but the truth is I’m talking about a student teacher, who’s a guy. The first time I heard him spe... >>[READ FULL FICTION]

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There was a time when he had trusted him -- he would have given everything for him. But he betrayed his trust, breaking his view of the world until he saw a distorted view of the truth, leaving him sitting in the middle of a pile of shards, left to pick up the pieces and attempt to rebuild a broken heart.

But he couldn't stop loving him, to keep loving him despite all his betrayals, the injuries he inflicted upon his heart. It just hurt -- his heart and soul were split about him.

Sometimes, he would cry himself to sleep, unable to resolve the conflict between loving and hating him, the pure loathing he felt for being put through this agony and the blind adoration for the loyal person he still saw behind that detached exterior. Other nights he spent sleepless as he thought and rethought about him, rationalizing -- or attempting to rationalize -- his feelings towards him.

But they were never resolved.

Instead, those feelings tumbled and twisted in his mind, swirling in a vortex of chaos with no chance of escaping, of disappearing from his heart, soul, and mind. Not once, during those three long years, did those emotions disappear.

And it showed.

At first, his friends did not notice. They were all smiles and laughter, welcoming him back home after his long journey away. He laughed, forcing practiced smiles onto his face as he listened to what they had accomplished ... >>[READ FULL FICTION]

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[FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="#000033"][SIZE="4"]You never knew, but I have liked you for a long time now.

We started off as casual friends. A chance meeting, a chance conversation, and our relationship started. A tentative friendship based on a few exchanged words that gradually grew into something more stable.

Our casual comradeship grew more deliberate as our friendship strengthened through conversations and interaction in class. Who knew that we would share so many classes together in middle school?

As I watched you as a newfound friend, I realized something. Underneath your smiles and laughter, the giddy happiness of your words -- you were hiding something from the world. A flashed smile quickly hid the hurt in your abruptly closed eyes, a laugh would hide the shock of such barbed words trying to claw apart your heart.

So I watched closer, curious -- yet also intrigued.

You were an enigma I wanted to know better, a girl who could successfully hide so much behind such an upbeat personality. You were generally well-liked within our school -- but I could see the enemies you had among our peers -- and I could not understand why.

We moved from the middle school to the local high school, and you did not change. Your reputation among our classmates got better as you made more friends. My friends became yours, though we started to grow apart. The friends I made in middle school became mainly your friends, while I drifted off towards my elementary scho... >>[READ FULL FICTION]

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From this chapter on, I'll have a smiley face next to the title or before the story so that you will know which story it belongs to. (Like this: ^-^) This is probably where the real story starts, when Nao starts his new life. This version is different from the real book I'm writing, though. hehe...


I opened my eyelids and found myself still in the same room. My nose itched when I smelled a very pleasant scent. It was the scent of food. Also, it was so strong I could taste the flavor. 'Ramen. I haven't had ramen in a while.' Yawning, I sat up and looked around, trying to follow the scent. My eyes found the bowl of ramen in the hands of...that guy. 'I forgot to ask him for his name.'
He handed me the bowl with chopsticks placed on the rim. I stared at it, wondering if it was safe to accept it. 'Well, he did save you from those thugs. And he's lended you his own clothes, even though they are WAY too big for you. You feel fine, so it wouldn't hurt to take something to eat.'
I slid off the couch and tried to stand onto my feet. My head felt really light and the room started to spin.
"Wait, you shouldn't stand yet!" He cried, but it was too late, I was already losing balance. I closed my eyes and waited for a painful impact. Two seconds pass by and nothing happens. I opened my eyes and found myself cradled in one strong arm so close to the ground. The man sat me down and handed me the bowl.
"Here," he said, "yo... >>[READ FULL FICTION]

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Please take note that I may have some mistakes here. Sometimes when I type, I make mistakes that I do not notice until way later. Hope you like it!

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The rain...wasn't as soft as they said. They lied... they always do. The night was so dark...so dark. 'So you're alone again...w-what's my name again? Um...oh yeah, Nao. That's my name.' My name was almost forgotten again. A car drove by fast, splattering drops of muddy water on my face again. My clothes were already soaked, but that doesn't bother me. I've been in the streets for a few years...maybe more. Let's see...I'm fifteen now, so it should be about nine to ten years since my parents were killed. I was then passed around from evil fosters to evil fosters until I ran away to the streets. It's been four years since I ran away. I mostly live alone in the alleys, but sometimes a few people my age would come over. Have I been that lonely all this time? There was no one I've ever lived with that has ever treated me like a family. There was one, though, a woman who owns a restaurant in this city. Sometimes whenever i find no food, I would stop by and visit her. She would smile cheerfully to brighten up my day...just a little bit...and hand me a bit of sweets. But I can't visit her often, or else I would look selfish...and maybe desperate. Will there be a life so bright for me? Will I ever...feel accepted for once?

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[FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="#000033"][SIZE="4"]Inspired by How To Say Goodbye by MoonExpressions on FanFiction -- but not nearly as sad


I don't think I ever told you how much I love you, did I? And now it is too late, too late to say goodbye...


The wind was whispering that afternoon, the gentle breeze carrying sakura petals past us as I watched your tousled hair delicately frame your face. You must have felt my gaze as we walked down the sakura lined pathway because you turned to look into my face, smiling.

I felt my heart jump in happiness, warring with the impending weight of what I had to tell you.

If I had known, I would have never left your side.


Ano....

What is it?

Your voice was gentle, filled with a happiness I knew would shatter soon....

After graduation...

We had been dating for two years now, and it had been the happiest two years of my life.

Nani?

I breathed in, gathering my courage.

After graduation...I will be moving to America. I was accepted into a college in Pennsylvania...

I turned back to face you, finally looking into your eyes. It broke my heart, seeing your downcast face, your bangs attempting to hide the hurt in your eyes. Then, you smiled, a smile that did not quite reach your eyes as you looked up at me.

I hope you will be happy there.


Colleg... >>[READ FULL FICTION]

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[FONT="Century Gothic"][COLOR="#000033"][SIZE="4"]Inspired by "Golden Blunders" by The Posies; my sister has been playing this song since Thursday and now the chorus is stuck in my head...


I confessed that I liked you at the beginning of our senior year.

That was my first mistake.

My second mistake was when I thought your shock was because you liked me back and I tried to kiss you. I didn't realize that you would freak out that badly from my failed attempt -- mainly because I am so much shorter than you.

It took you three months before you forgave me. I suffered in silence during those months -- you are the only close friend I have, even though I am "popular" and well-liked in general, though I have no idea why. I have nothing worthwhile to offer to anyone else, mainly because I am an unreformed klutz, so why do they gravitate towards me like metal scraps to a magnet? It's just as hard to brush them off me as getting those metal fibers off of a magnet -- you can never get them all off.

I guess I'm just not good enough for you; that's why you rejected me, right? That and I'm a boy; I know you're straight, but despite your playboy ways, I fell in love with you. I had hoped that our years of friendship might have opened you up to the idea of our relationship becoming something more than friends.

But I guess not.

So three months after my confession, you decided to talk to me privately. Your note said to meet you on the school ro... >>[READ FULL FICTION]

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