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Calum's POV I had been hanging out with Luke, when I got an call from an unknown number. I don't really care who calls, it could be one of the girls I've been using as rebounds. "Hello?" I answered, Luke giving me a questioning glance. "Hi Calum, I am Blake Niler and I was Mallory's counselors. I was wondering if we could meet up to talk today?" This is probably going to be one of Mallory's attempts to get me back and make me help with the baby. "Where? Actually, more importantly why?" I was…

counselling helps people get out of debt and helps you to manage your finances better. - What do they need from me? - A list of the companies you owe. They 'll talk to them to give you a lower rate. Wow! A lower rate? That 's awesome. - So I only pay one account? - Yes. They consolidate your debt. But you must be truthful with them. You must show them all your accounts and your payslip. My payslip? So they can figure out how much you can pay back, even if it 's a small amount. But the…

better. I must ask you, once again mother, please let me down from the pedestal you have placed me on. While I am flattered by all your more than kind words, I implore you to cease the sweet-talking. I am not worthy of most of your compliments, for no one is truly as perfect as you claim I am. People might think lowly of me if all they hear you talk about is how worthy I am of idolizing. For the thousandth time mother, I’m not. I would hate for people to think me vain or egotistical. Further,…

Affliction By Peter Van Houton. The one extraordinary thing is her little infinity with August Waters. This the greatest infinity of all times. "A boy was staring at me. I was quite sure I'd never seen him before. Long and leanly muscular, he dwarfed the molded plastic elementary school chair he was sitting in. Mahogany hair, straight and shirt. He looked my age, maybe a year older, and he sat with his tailbone against the edge of the chair, his posture agressively poor, one hand half in a…

school for me wasn't always fun because I was extremely insecure about almost everything, mainly my voice. I still am just not as much. And on top of that, I was picked on alot. Anyways so when I got into middle school this was a fresh start for me, no-one knew me in that school but my boy Jonathan. Now this school I went to was new for the most part but the students weren't because they attended the old school. Not only that but the school was located in the projects so of course there were…

"I came to show you how to drive?" "That is sweet of you, but I don’t have a permit for this state. I need to study first." "Do you?" "I haven’t even cracked the book." I said. He smirked at my response. "There is no need to study. I got you covered." "Don’t tell me you think you are going to take the test for me." "Psst, why would I do something like that?" "How else are you going to fix my dilemma?" "I will get you breakfast then take you to the DMV." "Are you crazy?" "A…

your head back while the light is red. ’Pretty intense week, Huh?’ John reaches over and gives your hand a squeeze. ‘I’ve hardly seen you. It doesn’t feel fair. I get to just lie there resting and being looked after while you are flat out running from one end of town to the other. Not to mention all those sessions with the nurses. What were they all about?’ ‘Well, the daily sessions with the nurses virtually gave me a crash course in what it’s taken them years to learn and longer to master. On…

extremely obvious that i have feelings for him and everyone can tell, however my infatuation with him is strong and obsessive, i miss him, i want him, but i can’t have him. He doesn’t want me as i want him and that’s what hurts the most, seeing him every single day just living his life hurts. It incapacitates me because i’m no longer in it, It kills because when i see him smile or laugh it’s not because of me. How can someone be by your side and promises eternal friendship and then discard of…

As the alarm clock blared for me to get up, I rolled out of my bed. Today was the day that marked one year since the attacks in Paris. I arrived at Reagan High School to find banners everywhere. I lived in Washington D.C., so we cared a lot about terrorists’ attacks. All day, we talked about the attacks. I loved learning about history and current events, but these attacks were always hard for me to talk about. My mother was in the military, which is why we lived in D.C. She received orders to…

through the front door, ran down the hall, bursted into my room and immediately shut my door. I dropped my bag and leaned against the wood, lowering myself to the ground. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, three texts, one voicemail. Mom. "Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last. "Jason, its Mom. I was wondering about your visit with Dr. Samwell today. Call me later okay? Love you." Click, I tossed my phone onto the bed a few…