Singerkitty13

It's been 3 days since I've first saw the ghost of the boy standing by my bed. He just keeps appearing there every night! One night I asked him his name and what he was doing in my room. He didn't respond though. His arrivals are beginning to worry me, yet I'm getting comfortable with him. I was sitting at the breakfast table with my mom and my brother. I twirled my spoon in my cereal, not eating it. "What's wrong, hun?" My mom asked me. My mouth opened but no words come out. I made a puzzled face at my cereal. "There's this boy-" then my brother cut me off. "Oh, you're interested in Aaron?" He said, then he winked at me. Aaron is my br

I hadn't noticed Eleanor was wearing a hat until she took it off. I look at her and grin. She had gotten purple and light green dye in her hair, as she'd told me. "It's permanent." she says. I smile and my eyes brighten, "That's so cool! Where'd you get it done?" "My mother did it for me, here." "Can she do my hair?" She gets up and walks to her mom in the kitchen and asks her permission for my hair dye in Canadian Quebec French. Her mom replies back in French, "Only if it's okay with his parents." Eleanor walks over to the home phone and tosses it to me. "Call your mom" she says. I dial my mom's cell number. She picks up, "Hello?"

My name is Adolph. I was born blind but my hearing helps me a lot. I hate my name, it was Hitler's first name. But then again, sometimes I like my name, it means "noble wolf", I have no idea why that would be Hitler's name though... I may be blind, but I can read, write, and draw. I'm known to be a very good author and illustrator. My most favorite hobby is writing, in fact, I am right now, haha. Must I describe myself? I have blond hair, grown out into the lesbian do (no I'm not a lesbian and especially not a girl). I've moved to the French side of Canada. Yes... I am Canadian, and I'm proud to be Canadian. It's chilly here in Canada,

Isabella awoke in her bed, under the covers. She panted heavily. It must've been a dream. But it was so real! Maybe Phineas carried her home and snuck her into her bed from the window? She got up and checked out the window, no one there. She sighed and tried to fall back asleep. Isabella awoke again at the sound of a twig snapping. She gasped. Before her father had left [she had no idea where he went though] he had left her an AK47. Kinda strange for a 12 year old to own a gun. So, she handled her AK47 and aimed it out the window. She saw Baljeet's face through the aim point, "Baljeet?" "Oh uh, ha ha, Isabella... I have brought you some f

The next day, it was very warm for Phineas. He made his bowl of cereal and watched the news. The FireSide Girls had helped some firemen put out a fire earlier. The FireSide Girls reminded Phineas of Isabella. He realized he was coo-coo for her. Phineas, as small as he was, hopped off of the stool. Linda, Phineas's mother, noticed his pout face going on, "What's wrong, sweetie?" Phineas looked up to his mother, then back to his feet, "Nothing important..." "Well, if it's making you upset, then obviously it is important." Phineas began to breathe hard as his tears dripped to the floor, "I-it's Isabella... I'm going completely nuts for her!

Isabella looked out of the window. She had noticed it was merely chilly outside since her breath had fogged up the glass. She slipped on her winter clothing and headed outside. Her teeth chattered, she then saw Perry and she laughed. Her mind suddenly switched to the thought of Phineas. Her heart melted as she thought deeply of him. "I love you, Phineas..." slipped out of her mouth in a whisper. She gasped and held her palm against her lips. Phineas noticed Isabella walk into his yard. A surprising smile swiped across his face. He blushed. Isabella stepped into Phineas's yard, "Whatcha doin'?" she asked as usual. Her eyes began to sparkle