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Anyone have any tips on how to stop pulling my hair out over my exams??!!!

I'm feeling extremely chuffed with myself
On the 17th of July 2010
I walked 6.5 miles in Fancy Dress
in aid of Macmillan Cancer Support

Before the event I raised over £100
During the walk my friend and I raised £1.40

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I'm writing a story called 'Are you sure you're Dudley Dursley?'
It’s the summer after 6th year. Harry is grieving for Dumbledore. His cousin is worried, he goes to ask Harry what wrong but doesn’t expect what happens next. Harry breaks down and tells him about Dumbledore and after some prompting from one curious cousin, Harry tells him his story. Changing POVs will occur, Okay?

Also one called 'Changing Lives; Lily and James'
'When Gryffindor wins the first game of the season against Slytherin, everyone lets their hair down, including our resident Heads Lily Evans and James Potter. James has deflated his head and Lily is falling for him. They spend a drunken night together and ... They wake up in their own beds, not knowing what happened. Six weeks later a notice is posted on the wall in the common room, PARENTING CLASSES FOR SEVENTH YEARS. On the morning of the classes Lily wakes up feeling ill. Not wanting to endanger her image as the perfect head girl, she attends anyway. They find out that they are going to be 'married' to someone and have a charm put on them making it seem as if the girls are six weeks pregnant. The charm will last for about nine months and after that the 'married couples' with have a fake magical baby to look after for the rest of the year. Sounds simple (almost). Lily faints and is taken to the hospital wing, guess what she finds out...

I know it is so over done but i want to do a Reading the books thing

does any one know where i can find it on the internet

If you agree when people say girls rule now and 4ever. Copy & paste this in your profile

I'm the girl who sits in the corner and reads at school dances. I'm the girl who auditions for male parts that nobody else wanted in school plays, and gets them.
I'm the girl who, if you asked her what her favourite books were, wouldld finish answering in an hour. I don't care what other people think of me. As long as I have my books and my friends,
I couldn't care less if I'm called a freak by illiterate 'popular' people. I read to escape reality. It gives me hope that maybe, maybe there is more to life than this.

I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Twilight, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Lunamione7, Sunshine0235, I-Wish-For-Wings, maximumcullenxxx, gypsyprincess94, Cluainn Fhada, Hannah Brandon 1234321, Lythia Harpen, NotSorry AKA Julia, Keep 'On Rocking, soldout112

THIS IS SO SAD!! ;(

This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, copy and paste it to your profile.

My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see,

I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall.

I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door.

He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP

Mommy...dylan brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When dylan shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because dylan , got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an saint, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my boyfriend I'm sorry I to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost i customized it to fit the columbine and cassie bernall

Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as
"Try Not To Cry"
2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how
cold-hearted you really are...

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