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It's odd to say that in all the chaos, the panic, the fear and hesitation, he never felt more alive. Students rush past him, every which way, trying to decide where to station themselves for the upcoming battle or where to hide. People seem to make way for him--he's stumbling through the crowd in a mad dash, a giant grin on his face, with no consideration of where his feet land. He slips, but Neville Longbottom can take a slip now, he's perfectly okay with that, he pulls himself back up and tramples through the staircases, desperately in search of the girl with the vacant expression and long blonde hair-- "Have you seen Luna?" he stops hims

Minnie & Kathleen "We need to leave." Her friend's fingernails drove into the fabric of her jeans. She was biting her lip so hard it appeared as if it was going to start bleeding at any second. Though Kathleen always sat slouched, this time she was leaning forward even more, having her badly dyed, horribly cut orange hair shield most of her face from those sitting on the left side of her. "This isn't our stop," her friend on the right responded, crossing her arms across her chest and staring ahead at a man's curly brown hair in front of her. "It'd be a couple miles to your house." "Another bus will come in thirty minutes," Kathleen lowere

"The point of mythology or myth is to point to the horizon and to point back to ourselves: This is who we are; this is where we came from; and this is where we're going. And a lot of Western society over the last hundred years--the last 50 years really--has lost that. We have become rather aimless and wandering." -- J. Michael Straczynski Saule & Harper A mother's intent at giving her son a creative name ended up bestowing him with middle school years of misery. Surely, you would think he was exaggerating, but that wouldn't be the case at all. The name he was given was in the vein of naming a child Uranium or Rainbow: laughable, asking for

The name Chloe Daggett wasn't well known to a common teenager that knew the ins and outs of all the latest music. She was the face that molded the voices of the generation, pulling strings left and right to make the boy that hadn't hit adolescence yet into a sex icon, the rapper with the shady drug filled past into a multi-millionaire, and a girl that was mentally insane into the most popular artist of the last decade. "So tell me," Chloe Daggett, a full head shorter than Minnie, still was probably one of the most intimidating people that an unfortunate victim could come across. Her hair was badly dyed as an unnatural shade of violet-black,

It's fresh and exciting, the new book. The cover gives me an impression that may end up predictable to the story within. But at that time, as I stare at the cover, I see a story full of unexpected twists and turns that the cover would have never told. Full of characters that are waiting to be fleshed out so I can experience their joys, their rages, their heartbreaks as if they were my own. It's crisp. Paperback. Brand new. I open the book. It's not a new chapter in my life, but a new volume. I have put the old one on the shelf, of my first year and a half of high school, the preliminary war grounds, of times spent online with a video game

The Louvre didn't take kindly to people trying to steal the Mona Lisa in broad daylight. Or the less popularly known La belle ferronnière, but it seemed as if security had been more miffed about the alleged attempted kidnapping of the charming and mysterious Mona Lisa.   While Lumi was intent on having both of the paintings as her own, La belle ferronnière had a special place in her heart, considering she witnessed the master Leonardo da Vinci place the paint on the canvas. She would go on to say that he did it in such a way that photography would never be able to capture the mastery that the man, who would become such a

How much would you judge, How much would you question? If I said I'd rather have you pick the boring life? Of course you'd put it against me. So I'll let it be your choice, as to who you follow.

Sometimes the voices got so bad, she would just stay in bed. Minnie would come over with the work she missed that day. She'd set them on the table beside the bed, and then sit herself in the desk chair on the other side of the room until Kaeja would wake up. Not necessarily out of the kindness of her heart, but more out of expectation than anything. It would take a couple minutes to several hours, but Kaeja would stir under the covers, stretching her arms above her head, then sit up, rubbing her eyes in the way a small child would. Their eyes would meet for a few seconds. Kaeja would then reach over to skim through the assignments and note

I stayed after school today to talk to my history teacher, who has been my favorite teacher for the last couple years. You could bring up her name around me, and I wouldn't hesitate to say why I admired her as an educator and as a person. It had become a habit of mine to stay in her room after school on some days and help clean up the room a bit. "Hi, I'm Jose's sister." A girl came into the room holding a large, wrapped, rectangular box. My teacher rushed to greet her, and I hurried off to the other side of the room to file some papers and give the two some privacy. Jose. A kid that went to our school last year with an autoimmune disease

No one is here in the world she created of dreams. She has lost all color in it now: once vibrant, it now is black and white--a container of all color yet a complete absence of it. Her eyes desperately search for the landscape, for a sign of life that would mean she wasn't alone anymore. It was like she fell through the cracks of a system who forgot about girls like her. Falling through those cracks lead her to this place, the world she had created to escape from it all, but now it became her worst nightmare. Her screams of desperation reaches no one. The strands on the edge of her shirt frays, as she pulls and plucks them out one by one.