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I haven't finished the story yet.. but this is an expert from a story I'm writing.

Please do not steal anything.

I'm writing the story based on Point of Views, and his point of view has ended.

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Luke Kyle Lee

“You can let go of my hair now, I don’t think I’m going anywhere.” The boy snarled at the cop holding his long, blonde hair. The cop didn’t release though, and only held onto his hair tighter, pain shooting into the back of his head. The oak door opened, revealing a tall and imposing man. He didn’t look like he enjoyed being tested. The cop shoved him forward, finally releasing his hair. “His name is Luke, sorry to dump him on you. You’re the last orphanage that’ll take him.” The cop gave Luke another shove, “A troublemaker, this one.” The man nodded, “Paperwork?” He asked, looking the kid up and down.
Luke instantly hated the guy, for thinking he was better than everyone else. The cop handed the man a folder, which contained everything about Luke. From his birthday, down to the second, to how many homes and orphanages he’s been in. Plus how much trouble he was in. The man nodded, doing a brief overview of the papers, then nodded.
“Come in, Luke.” Luke didn’t really want to go in, but he felt another shove from the cop, and obediently stepped over the threshold. The man closed the door, and glared down at him. “I am Mr. Gale, and you will address me as such, nothing else.” He seemed to be warming up to a different topic, a speech, no doubt. “I’m telling you right now that the way you have been behaving will not be accepted here, and is punishable.” As if it was acceptable in the other orphanages he was in, psh. “Do you understand me?” Mr. Gale pushed Luke’s chin up, making his icy blue eyes look at the man’s dark brown ones. He nodded mutely, not afraid really. He was just biting back a quick and smart remark.
Mr. Gale dropped his chin, and gave a smile, but it was bitter sweet. “Follow me then, Luke, now that we have an understanding.” He began to lead Luke to a room, Luke glancing around at the walls. The man then swung a door open, and what lay behind it was a bunch of 8-11 year olds. Girls and guys, and bunks everywhere. Mr. Gale nodded for Luke to go in, and Luke stepped inside of the room.
The man then closed the door behind Luke, leaving Luke to fend for himself. Oh well, he was used to fending for himself, used to people surrounding him, beating on him. Most the bunks had a backpack or some other item indicating that it was taken on it, until Luke finally found a free one.
It was a top bunk, which was fine by him. He hopped up on it, then looked at all the other kids, who just seemed to realize his presence. He was acutely aware of his hair, which fell down to his neck, and fell in front of his face. It was the best head of hair to have, if you liked it getting pulled on.
A small girl walked up, probably around the age of eight. “Hello, I’m Brittany.” She held out her hand for him to shake, but he didn’t. “Luke,” he said simply, and the girl dropped her hand. “Nice name,” she said, smiling, though Luke knew it was fake. He had a lot of practice with reading people. “I, uh, gotta go.” He easily scared people off, even if he didn’t do anything. The girl scampered away, obviously afraid of him. He had no idea why, but he wasn’t about to ask for her to come back. No, what Luke did was lay back on the bed, thinking to himself.
Sometimes it sucked to be him, but at least no one here knew about his father. His dad was yet another reason he had been bullied all his life. That, and apparently he looked like an easy target. Psh, he liked some of the kids who used to beat up on him when he was younger to try it now. They would be in for a sweet surprise. He wasn’t a weak little five year old anymore.
He glanced around at all the other kids, wondering why they were here. What was their story? Knowing how depressing orphanages were, their story probably wasn’t the best.
Luke heard a bell, sounding much like a school bell, then a buzz, and a bunch of kids rushed out of the door. He hopped off of the bed, following them, and found that he was outside.
What he hadn’t realized before was that he was the only one in real clothes, the rest were in uniforms. The moment he noticed it, he heard his full name being called. “Luke Kyle Lee, you are needed.” He turned, seeing a girl, with blonde curly hair. She nodded at the door he had just come out of.
He nodded walking in the room, and Mr. Gale was standing there, holding a white uniform, which Luke had saw on only a few of the other kids. The imposing man threw the uniform at Luke, “That is what you will be wearing. Your changes are in the locker in the same number of your bunk. You did choose a bunk, right?” Luke nodded mutely, holding the black uniform in his hand.
“As soon as you clean up your act, you will get a black uniform, like all the other good kids.” Mr. Gale said, narrowing his eyes at Luke. Luke nodded again, and Mr. Gale turned on his heels, walking away.
Luke changed into the uniform, then shoved his real clothes in the locker with his bunk number on it. Sixteen. He looked down at himself, and the white uniform. He then pushed his way back outside. Glancing around for a place he could escape. He had a feeling he was going to be here a while.

[Mornstar80]

This is ORIGAL work by me!! please read it is realy cool!!


As I coax Justin to come closer, I lean towards his mouth, but he hesitates. “What?!?! Why won’t you kiss me?!?!” He walks away from me and slowly turns back.
“I dono.”
He shrugs and starts walking around. He seems so…so…so nonchalant! I look at him with hurt, despotism, and longing in my eyes alone. Wanting the kiss I have been so desperate for, I rush to him and planted my lips on his. I instant ley let him lead, from a basic kiss to a French in a matter of seconds. We enjoy every moment of the pure bliss. This was December 17th, 2011 at the Hamrick’s Christmas party. Justin and I have had many more “encounters” since… I think we both LOVE it… ♥
A few days of our kissing, he asked me in the turning point in my relationship life. “Will you go out with me?”
Finally, the thing I have been waiting for! The kissing became more intense, a bit more playful than usual… Is this a good thing or bad? I continued to wonder about his behavior until…

One night, at Justin’s house, we were in his room, just talking and he takes off his shirt, reveling his abs. It was hot in there so I took off my shirt, too, reviling my low-cutting tank top. He walks over and sits next to me on his bed and starts kissing my neck while looking down my shirt. I enjoyed this for a little bit until I realized what he was doing. At this, I looked at him with shock, slapped him in the face and said,
”Don’t do that again or I’ll kick your butt! Don’t try me!!” After that, Justin instantly stopped and backed off.
“Look I’m sorry.” For the next 5 minutes he was apologizing for what he had done. After I buttoned up my shirt, I accepted his apologies. With a questing tone, I said, “What the heck did you do that for?” He replied, with a hint of fear in his voice, “It was a dare, well, err, a challenge, kina. Be the first guy to ‘mess around’ with his girlfriend. Yea, I know it was stupid. I would never have done something to hurt you on purpose. I’m sorry. Just don’t kill me, okay?” As he tells me, I just sit there in awe. After a little bit, he comes next to me and kisses me on the check.
“Please, don’t be mad at me! Please, I can’t stand it! Please?” I look at him and return the kiss. That was the end of that…

[FeliciaBlake<3]

MY FIREND IS HAVING THE BABY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!! :'D (hence the end of the thread)


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