Ok so here's my latest story called Unseen! If my story has spelling or grammar mistakes I would appreciate it if you could tell me, thanks!
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Every child is special in there own way, right? Some can read well, others gifted at Maths, some brillant at Litracy and others Science. Yet I'm not good at any of that. In fact, my 'special' talent is probably the most werid that you've ever heard of...

My name is Pandora Strings. I'm sixteen years old, and I live in Grange Springs.


Ever since I was five, I could see dead people, spirts, ghosts... whatever you want to call them.  At that age, I thought every child could see their dead Grandmother. At that age, I thought it was perfectly normal to see my dead dog running around the garden.
But now, as I'm much older, I've come to learn that that,  it isn't OK to see dead people roaming the Earth. Infact, it makes me a freak.
My mother can't see ghosts, but I have a strange feeling my father somehow could. I don't know who he is, because he died when I was only a few weeks old.
No-body believes me that I can see the dead. I mean, who would? Ex-boyfriends have laughed in my face. Ex-Best Friends have spred the word around the school so people gave me funny looks and laughed at me. Yet, saying that, only two people believe me. One is a fifteen-year-old girl called Anrella Fall.

I've known Anrella since we were just little girls, and she believes anything. When I first told her that I could see the dead she was amazed, but then shook her head and said I was pulling her leg until I said the ghost of her Grandad knew where her other favourite high-heeled shoe had got too. When she looked behind the the bed (where I told her to look) she believed me, alright.
And the second person to believe me is sixteen-year-old Garry Maloure.

I met Garry by accident when I dropped my school books to his toes and since then we've been friends. I told him how I could see ghosts and somehow, he believed me. I asked him why and he said, "Thats the only explaination on why you were talking to yourself a few days ago."

I thought that the only thing I could do was see them.
But I was so wrong.

Hey! Welcome 2 verona High! This used to be my own series till it got a bit old, but now I'm back with twelve wicked new kids on the block!


Hayden Le Rock,  Ashley T. Ritcho, Sharnay McCarthy, Derrek McCarthy, Zac Eton, Mark Belis, Zoe Summers, Collette Veriole, London Veives.
Hayden, Ashley and Sharnay are punkish girls, Derrek, Zac and Mark Skaterish dudes and Collette, Zoe and London Snobbish girls...

"Hey!" Ashley called to me as I opened my Twix packet.
"Hayden, Hey!"
I smiled at her.
"Ash, c'mon!" I yelled
She ran up to me and lent on the wall, her black and blue fringe flicking into her eyes.
"Did you hear?" She asked
"Hear WHAT?" I frowned.
"That Collette dumped Derrek, Thats WHAT!"
I dropped the Twix's on the floor. Holy S*it.
Collette Veriole is the school's Viva Class president and 'ruling queen of fashion'. More like 'ruling of Nerdish clothing and stupid fake nails'. To dump a hottie like Derrek is STUPID!!!! He was sooo buff, it's un-bloody-belivable! Me and Collette are bad enemies snice she snogged my date to a disco.
"Oh-My-God."I gasped.
Just then, Sharnay ran up to us, looking pleased.
"HEY! OHMIGOD, YOU'LL NEVER GUESS!" She yelled happily.
"What."Me and Ashley mumble inusion.
"I'm in the 'Cheeky' magazine!!"
"Bloopin' heck, Sharnay!" Yelled Ashley.
"You've come gold!"
Just then, Zoe, Collette and London walked sumgishly down the corridor waring six-inch high heels.
"Uh'Oh" Ashley wispered
"Threevil aleart." Ashley calls them that cause' she says:
"There's three of them and their evil,
so they must be Threevils!"
Colltee sumgly marched up to me, waving her Chloe bag left 'n' right.
"Hi Goth freak!" She cooed in a fake sweet way.
London and Zoe snortted with laughter.
"I think the word is, Glam punk, my thick WAGed foe." I recalled smiling evilly.
Collette glared her lazer eyes at me.
"WHAT, DID YOU SAY, Gothy Freak?!"
"I said your butt loooks big in that!" I shouted so everyone in the corridor could hear.
Ashley laughed and Sharnay cheered.
"This isn't over!" Collette screamed and marched off.
"Man, how'd you do that?" Sharnay asked.
"Luck, i guess." I sighed.
Then we walked off to the school cafitrea to enjoy some sticky icedbuns.

Hi! I havn't been on here in a bit, so to refresh my self I bring:
 'A Thousand dreams that never came true'
The story's about Hayden McCathney, a tenage girl whohas looks like a rebelious rock star but is attacked by her drunk dad every single day. Hayden misses her mum who got killed because of her husband (Hayden's dad) hurt her with heavy  abuse. Before she died she said to Hayden
'A thousand dreams will come true sweetheart. When you meet---' and then her husband brutalliy attacked her.
Hayden is a medium. She can see in the futcher and says she'll  date a cool boy with a black 'Green Day' tatoo. She never thought that would happen untill Darren Wathers, the new punkish boy, has a very simalar tattoo...
Will all Hayden's Dreams come true? Find out on Valintes Day!
L8TERS,
Punk Rocker
xox:angel:

I doing A Romeo and juliet theme story and i need an idea of some sort what will happen! Please help!:sad4:

I Will forget about V.High cos' i have this awsome,taleted, idea! One night, i way in bed and i thought, Hey?! Why don't i make a newwwww simmy story! So i bring to you, Long Apart. One daughter,One Mum, One Dream. Can Jessica track her mother before World Wars begin?
PG 13!



                Long  Apart.
      The Daughter's story

I'd been working in the Workhouse for 5 months now, and there was always a dull moment. Gruel for breakfast, lunch and tea. The hard, bloodly cain every moment you speak, and a hard bed with ugly,smelly rats.
I cried every night hoping one day, Ma ma would find me, and we'd live in a beautiful white cottage.
I'd once been happy, In a beautiful brown Manor, with Ma ma, Pa pa,and Elizebeth,my sister. That is, untill some villians robbed us and killed Pa pa and Eizebeth, stealing every single jem,neacklace,ring, dollar or penny we had.
Ma ma and i went to the workhouse, but i lost her in the big croud to it, and she was gone. I fell into the hands of slavery when the Bobbies found me out stealing fish and bread, meat and veg. I was politely told i could not live life as a "poorper" and was thrown into hell's hands.
*Shuder* I'll never be happy again.:sad4:

       The Mothers Story
I'll never be happy again.
My poor daughter is gone forever as i get food give to me, and warm fire and bed.
She must be going through hell. My poor,poor daughter. *sigh*
I am in a beautiful white cottage, re-married to my new husband, Bernado, and my son, Jhon.
I got lucky.
But i'll never forget her. *tears*
She was the best thing untill i lead her into the devil's hands.
My daughter. Poor,Jessica. Poor,poor Jessica.:sad4:

End of Chapter One!

Hi! I'm startin' a NEW story cos my old one was crap!:angry7:
Oh well...

Ok...

So The Story is a bout a Girl called Elizabeth Crove and she see's zombie's and stuff and there all out to 'get her' in all terms. She's a shighkick,goth,witch and singer all in one!
Wanna see it?

Your gonna half to wait until Dec the 25 untill it comes!:notsmili: hehe!

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Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy this is my story called LOST about young Amilela Love Tear whos a ghost. She had a tragic story to tell so  i shall begin......:sleepy5: :sleepy5: :sleepy5: