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[glamophonic]

i was sending an e-mail to a friend... because she wanted to know what my kitten looks like.

[hayden]

molliejeanne_2008

Haha my friends thingy ma-bob

[lavina--etches]

[malachi]

She had to bring that up, didn't she? Once Malachi did something drastic, everybody reminded him of it. Personally, he didn't know why people couldn't leave stuff alone. There were some things you didn't talk about. Now, she started pushing him harder, and it wouldn't end well. Malachi was the type of guy you really didn't want to push into anything, especially explanations. His fuse was short tonight, and he wouldn't tolerate the interrogation. Malachi glared at her, his eyes turning more red, strikes of a bloody hue stretching across his eye. He was getting more and more angry by the second. The vampire looked down at his fiery hands as she gesturned toward them. His eyes turned more red than blue know, an eerie breeze making his dark hair ripple back and forth. "I....told you before...that was an accident...", Malachi told her in the same low voice, a voice that was almost growling. His eyes grew more intense as she stood up to him. This was something he wouldn't take for much longer. The boy had never been one to speak of his feelings and what was going on. He was quiet about his past and his feelings. Nobody knew what he was thinking but his brother, and he liked it that way. Malachi looked down at Layla, his eyes blazing now, the blue completely leaving his eyes.

"How...in the HELL...", Malachi started, turning into a scream, "DOES THAT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME CUTTING THROUGH MY HAND!", Malachi finished, holdings his fists up, the immense fire that engulfed his hands slowly dying down. There were two fireballs in his palms, which seemed to be the source of the larger fire that had just been extinguished. Malachi closed his fist, the fire disappearing with a subtle sound, the sound fire makes when you make it stronger, a swift swooshing sound. The vampired glared down at the girl with a more fierce anger, walking her right towards a tree. "Do not even begin to think you know what caused that. You know nothing about what I'm dealing with.", he told her in a fierce, yet low, voice. Had he even told her about his split personality? He was pretty sure the conversation at the Jameson's house ended with his bleeding. His red eyes grew dimmer, a little bit of blue visible. His eyes were still as bright as ever, but the redness shrank. "Aren't you supposed to be empathic? Did you not feel any kind of merciless psychotic feelings?", he asked in a calmer voice, though his face was still fierce. The fire grew in his eyes as he talked to her. "You really want to know whats been going on? Fine. His name is Dmitri, and he's living inside my head.", Malachi growled, tapping his forehead, as if to tell her there was someone up there, his eyes suddenly turning a fire red, Malachi's hands cringing, forming fists, the fire back where it had originally been, appearing from nothing at all.

There was a sadistic grin on his face, his eyes bright red. It wasn't Malachi, it was Dmitri. Malachi's face looked sadistic and evil, and that was exactly how Dmitri looked when he was alive. "Did..someone call me?", Dmitri said through Malachi's voice, although the voice was altered to sound fierce, like a growl. Malachi was stuck inside himself, watching the horror scene. The real Malachi was as calm as could be, with the exception of his screaming to get out. He knew Dmitri had no compassion at all. Malachi closed his eyes, blueness flashing in Dmitri's eyes, a sign to Layla that Malachi was somewhere inside the body. Dmitri/Malachi walked towards Layla, a sadistic grin still in tact. Malachi screamed on the inside, his blue eyes breaking through, Dmitri fighting as hard as he could. He just stood there, glaring at Layla. Finally, the blue eyes broke through, though there was still red infused with them. It was Malachi, but he still had some of Dmitri's influence over him. Malachi walked towards her, as close as he could get, his eyes firing up. "You have no idea who you're dealing with. I know because I can hardly deal with him. So, I suggest you leave me alone.", Malachi growled, his hand suddenly grasping the girls neck, holding her against the tree. He applied a bit of pressure on her throat, his eyes red again. Malachi's eyes flashed from red to blue, red to blue. His hand was tight around her neck before the blueness finally broke through, with a scream from Malachi. The vampire looked at her with sorrow, and anger, mixed together, the blue and red in his eyes both having meaning, the blue the sorrow, the red the evident anger.

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE LIVING WITH A SADISTIC MURDER IN YOUR HEAD! ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S THE ONE THAT MURDERED YOUR PARENTS!", Malachi screamed again, his mixed-colored eyes becoming hazy, even watery. "I'VE HAD TO LIVE WITH HIM SINCE I CAME BACK AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! DON'T PRETEND YOU CAN HELP ME! YOU CANT! NOBODY CAN HELP ME!", He screamed, his filled with water, his fiery eyes locking no Layla again, realizing he was yelling right in her face. The real Malachi looked in her eyes, his body shaking before he pressed his lips firmly against Layla's, something he never though he'd do. His lips moved against her firmly, as if unleashing his anger in a kiss. After a minute, the both sad and mad Malachi stepped back, screaming before he took the guitar from his back, throwing it at a tree, watching it shatter. Malachi held his hands over his eyes, his fingers caught up in his black locks as he dropped to the ground, on his knee's. He couldn't take this anymore.

that was a post I made for Layla XP

[hanariyo]

NEW CANADIAN SYMBOL: THE MAPLE LEAF

February 16, 1965

On February 15, 1965 the new Canadian flag was flown. Comprising of a red maple leaf on a white background a red bar on either side, it is the first official flag of Canada since Confederation. Canada is a relatively young nation and with such a diverse background with strong ties to both Britain and France, the design of the flag was a highly debated subject. The Great Flag Debate, as it is infamously named, had gone on for quite some time.

At the time, Canada was trying to shed some British symbols in favour for more Canadian emblems to show their independence from Britain and showcase Canada’s unique heritage. The official symbol in Canada since Confederation had been the British Union Jack. The Red Ensign with the Canadian coat of arms was considered the flag. After WWI, King George gave Canada a coat of arms with red and white as the official colours.

The topic of finding an official flag had been brought up several times in Canadian history and each time, the topic was dropped due to heavy disputes. In 1925, Prime Minister Mackenzie King tried to find designs for a new flag, but the idea was rejected. After WWII, Prime Minister Mackenzie King tried once more to press the issue of a new flag but was once again denied by parliament.

The main issue seemed to be between the French-Canadian and the British-Canadian of Canada. There had been an ongoing debate between the two sides of whether or not Canada’s new flag should be free of colonial symbolism. The French-Canadians wanted the British Union Jack to be removed while the British-Canadians insisted that it should stay.

When Nobel Peace laureate diplomat Lester B. Pearson became Prime Minister in 1963, he was determined to find a distinctly “Canadian” flag. However, his determination alone wasn’t going to get him very far.

On May 17, 1963, Pearson showed a design of which he favoured. It was of three maple leafs on a white background with blue bars. This design incited a storm of protest in parliament across the country. John G. Diefenbaker, the previous Prime Minister of the Progressive Conservatives wanted a flag that honours both British and French heritage while the New Democratic Party wanted a single maple leaf.

Pearson decided to appoint Liberal MP John Matheson to chair a special parliamentary committee to design the new flag. When a flag design was created, a single maple leaf on a white background with two red bars on each side, and brought before parliament on June 15, 1964. Six months of debating ensued with no closure in the foreseeable future.

On December 15, 1964 the members of parliament were forced to vote. The new design was accepted with 163 for it and 73 against it. On February 15, 1965 the new flag was flown. With the new flag and a national symbol, Canada once again established itself as a country.

History homework...

[malachi]

the library is a place where many books are kept. it's not as big as the library at hogwarts and beauxbatons, but it does have a great selection of books. granted, many are about the dark arts, but good books nonetheless.

heh that's a board explanation for the library in durmstrang, for my site.

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[` audrey whitman]

xDD the squid i built. xDD

[glamophonic]

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[size=1][blockquote][blockquote]The sound of Rillnee's head hitting the desk many times over echoed through the empty class room. Eventually, the blonde stopped slamming her head on the desk, prventing any further brain cell damage, and she rested it there, heavy. She'd just receive a test back for charms and allow me to tell you, she'd done so bad they'd made up a mark for her: nothing. Her page was covered in large red marker, almost every mark was an X but no grade could be found on the page. Sure, Rillnee wasn't very good at charms, but she'd stayed up late into the night before the test studying and would've stayed up later than she had, had she not fallen asleep. She recalled that the day of the text she'd walked into the class room, with an aire of cockyness, sure she was going to O this test with ease. But she hadn't. She hadn't even received a T. Rillnee felt really bad, definatly not in the mood for another class, but stood up anyways and pulled her bag over her head and exited the class, falling into the flow of students rotating from one class to another. Walking past a window, Rillnee stopped. The sunlight was flowing in, covering Rillnee in direct sunligh with made her feel warm and fuzzy like. Today was a good day, the sun was shining and the skys were clear and in Rillnee's opinion today was not a good day for classes, but for going outside to play.

Rillnee was brought back to the hallway as a ball hit her in the head, correction, a quaffle hit her in the head. [b]"Oww!"[/b] the blonde hollered him pain, holding the side of her throbbing head. [b]"Oww! Oww! Oww!"[/b] she screamed again, holding the side of her head to apply pressure to where she was hit. Sure, Rillnee liked to play Quidditch but having a quaffle thrown at you while day dreaming was not fun. Especially if you were having a bad day like Rillnee. The quaffle that was now at her feet aftering hitting her was suddenly kicked by Rillnee, launched into the crowd, as she continued walking, still holding onto the side of her head. Suddenly, Rillnee stopped walking again, an idea hitting her, of course not literally like the quaffle had. She was going to skip her next class. [i]Find a friend [/i]and skip her next class. A devious smile came to her face as Rillnee began searching the crowd for a familiar face, Kylie, Kelsi, Andrée, Audrey or... Layla. She'd spotted Layla Jameson, a friend she met somewhere. She wasn't exactly all too sure anymore, but what she was sure of was that Layla was her friend and it was Layla who she was going to force to skip her next class to entertain her. [b]"LAYLA!"[/b]


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a post for layla XD

[aislin farraday]

Name:
PB:
Signature/Avvie(s)/Set:
Size:
Text:
Mood:
Pic(s)/Gallery(ies):
Freedom:
Anything else?

haha kites application thingie xD

[phoebe]

xDDDDDDDDD

[anastasia thurston]

Romance in any case is never the simplest forms of expression -
especially when it comes to the lifestyles of the famous. Everyone had always believed in
their ‘happy ending’ with the boy that they had been crushing on since they were just six.
It’s awkward liking a boy at that age anyway. For Amelia-Jay Simmons, falling in love with your
best friend’s brother is way too awkward as well. Hollywood will always attack back and it will
always win over the usual stories; especially a love triangle between the boy and two girls
that hate each other.

Welcome to Hollywood.
xoxo Rumour Gossip

the blurb for my current story. Hollywood Attack.

[sunlois]

Name:
Who did you get?: PERSON’S NAME
You’re here to claim: “CLAIM YOUR PRIZE”
Anything else?:


O.M.G.G

[sunlois]

[e-mail]

[hanariyo]

Do you know what I think? Do you? Well, whether you want to know or not, I'm telling you (and the other people who stalk--read, I mean read, your wall. I think you should get addicted to reading and learning like a normal teenager. I refuse to call you. It's such a hassle. So get your lazy ass in front of a book and sit there and read to me and stuff. Notice the excess amounts of "and"s? I also have a wonderful idea for your home library...but then again...since you're not reading, I don't think you deserve a home library.

...a facebook message my friend sent me. ahah

[abel]

But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you