
7th grade were kids are cruel and the rest off your life matters now. Secrets matter too. Freinds are becoming enemies. Enemies becoming freainds. All because one person knows everyons secret and that person is getting revenge who is it Stacey, Vannesa, sellen, katie, teachers ect... Yea its thhat crazy their suspecting teacher. We'll find out

People ask me why I do it, why I cut. I never really thought a lot about it, but I've always had an answer. For relief I would say. It makes me think about the physical pain, instead of the emotional. Of course there where other problems that went along with that. My name is Katie Harington, and this is my story of what happened to my life, when it all went to hell.

Halcyon: Raised by God Never Told to Lay Down, a novel by Michael Holder, is a story about ancient evil and the mysterious forces that align to destroy it. When Father Thaddeus Halcyon is sent by the Vatican to investigate strange occurrences in Sacramento, Calif., he has no idea what he is about to face. A third-generation Satanist named Raith Drenor has secretly summoned an ancient force from hell known as Confectororis and imprisoned it inside a human host. If Drenor is not stopped in time,

My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white

7th grade were kids are cruel and the rest off your life matters now. Secrets matter too. Freinds are becoming enemies. Enemies becoming freainds. All because one person knows everyons secret and that person is getting revenge who is it Stacey, Vannesa, sellen, katie, teachers ect... Yea its thhat crazy their suspecting teacher. We'll find out

People ask me why I do it, why I cut. I never really thought a lot about it, but I've always had an answer. For relief I would say. It makes me think about the physical pain, instead of the emotional. Of course there where other problems that went along with that. My name is Katie Harington, and this is my story of what happened to my life, when it all went to hell.

Halcyon: Raised by God Never Told to Lay Down, a novel by Michael Holder, is a story about ancient evil and the mysterious forces that align to destroy it. When Father Thaddeus Halcyon is sent by the Vatican to investigate strange occurrences in Sacramento, Calif., he has no idea what he is about to face. A third-generation Satanist named Raith Drenor has secretly summoned an ancient force from hell known as Confectororis and imprisoned it inside a human host. If Drenor is not stopped in time,

My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white