________________General P.O.V._____________________


Shy leaned against Quente. She smiled and sniffed her roses. He was ordering some
food for them. Before, taking her home. 
  They sat at a table. Shy looked out the window at a group of girls in her clss.
She smiled and waved. They glared at her. "O..kay..." Shy said with a look of shock
and disbelief. 
  "They're jealous." Quente remarked, eating some fries.
  "Is that so?" she cocked her head to the side with a slight smile.
  He nodded. "Very much so."
  "Why?"
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Shy leaned against Quente. She smiled and sniffed her roses. He was ordering some
food for them. Before, taking her home. 
  They sat at a table. Shy looked out the window at a group of girls in her clss.
She smiled and waved. They glared at her. "O..kay..." Shy said with a look of shock
and disbelief. 
  "They're jealous." Quente remarked, eating some fries.
  "Is that so?" she cocked her head to the side with a slight smile.
  He nodded. "Very much so."
  "Why?"
  He grinned at her and tapped her head with his pointing finger. "Just because."
  She shook her head and began to eat. It was quiet, for the most part. TYhey
enjoyed the quietness. They were both likeable, shy, and wuiet kids. Then, somebody
started screaming. 
   "Help! Heeeeeeeeeeeelp! Sge's dying!" somebody screamed.
   Shy got up, Quente behind her. Shy stopped to see a girl on the ground. She
gasped and kneeled down closer to her. Her neice, Stevie. She trembled and hugged
the three-year old. Blood poured from a hole in Stevie's small chest. No, no, no,
Shy chanted to herself.
  Stevie moaned and her breathing because shallow. An ambluance was heard.
  Shy, forgetting her blood-hating for a moment, then remembering it, passed out.


Sorry so short, busy busy busy! Basketball game Thursaday, practice today!

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_____Shy's P.O.V.___________

I leaned against my locker, a flirty look on my face. I stuck a lollipop on my mouth
and sucked on it. Lil Wayne's song 'lollipop' came to mind. I grinned at the thought
as Slade passed by me. He gave me a slight wave and a grin. Quente smiled at me,
also. Those two caught each other's eyes and started glaring. I smiled sweetly and
strutting down the hall, twisting my behind from left to right. 
 "Dayummm...." Quente said. I turned to see him and Slade watching. I grinned and
flipped my hair back. All boys were pretty much the same. You have to flirt to get
their attention. So, I dressed in a blue jean mini my brother's girlfriend had given
me and a tight and snug-fitting lime green tank top. I had pulled on cute high-heeled
boots. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
_____Shy's P.O.V.___________

I leaned against my locker, a flirty look on my face. I stuck a lollipop on my mouth
and sucked on it. Lil Wayne's song 'lollipop' came to mind. I grinned at the thought
as Slade passed by me. He gave me a slight wave and a grin. Quente smiled at me,
also. Those two caught each other's eyes and started glaring. I smiled sweetly and
strutting down the hall, twisting my behind from left to right. 
 "Dayummm...." Quente said. I turned to see him and Slade watching. I grinned and
flipped my hair back. All boys were pretty much the same. You have to flirt to get
their attention. So, I dressed in a blue jean mini my brother's girlfriend had given
me and a tight and snug-fitting lime green tank top. I had pulled on cute high-heeled
boots. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
 I stopped and turned around. Raising my finger, I motioned for Quente to come. He
grinned and jogged over to me. "Yeah?"
 "Can you-"
 "Sure," he agreed.
 I nodded and grabbed his hand. "Thanks for walking me to class," I said, smiling.
His hand was nice and warm.
  He blushed. I winked at him as we stepped by my door. He removed my sucker.
"Cavities." He took took fingers and kissed them ebfore pressing them to my lips. I
grinned and winked at him before stepping in.
  I heard a whistle as I sat down and crossed my legs.

School was not easy. I had mroe than two boys after me. So, I have four numbers and
supposedly three boys are coming pick me up at my house at seven, even though I said
no.
 Somebody laughed at me. "Attention catcher?" Slade asked. Just coming from hsi
girlfriend's, if the lipstick on his face says anything.
 See, I know. I asked around class. I come off as quiet and shy, but I'm sneaky and
I know things. I'm very quiet in my steps. You'll never know I was there. I nodded.
"Quente's."
  I know Slade has three girlfriends. Including Quente's. He's just a girl-player.
But, it's hard not to fall for his easy moves. But, I've been down that road before.
I got over it. Before the first kiss. He's one of those boys who wants something and
will leave you after you get. Wanna know what he wants? Let's just say, you won't be
living in Virginia anymore.
  But, Quente is all around nice and sweet. He pleases a girl. I know that by just
watching.
  "Shy?" Quente said, jogigng up to me. 
  "Speak of the devil and he shall appear," I said, grinning.
  He lauged. "I am a bad boy."
  "Very."
  "Bad enough to take you out? I even bought flowers?" he asked, pulling out three
red roses. 
  I grinned. "Sure."
  "Oh, please!" Slade snorted. "This guy is an idiot. Girls don't want flowers
anymore. I bet he's still a virgin."
  Quente blushed. I took my lollipop out and stuck my red tongue at Slade. "And so
am I! Just cuz I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm easy!"
   Slade looked at me. "I know, but he's a boy."
  "Some of us are good boys, Slade. We don't all do what you do," Quente said with
apparent angriness.
  "Whatever. You can't go out with him, though."
  "We not even dating, Slade."
  "So? I don't like him."
  "Whatever."
  "The roses are cheap. No girls like roses."
  "I like'em. Cheap or not. And, I love roses. They're beautiful."
  "Let's go, bitty," Quente siad, grabbing my hand and squeezing it.
  "No short people jokes.."
   He laughed. "Cuz, they kick-ass!"
  "And, you know it."
  We left, much to Slade's fuming.

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How could my parents do that to me?
I didn't ask them to buy me any freakin' pants! It's not may fault I feel stupid and
bulky in them. And, the thing is, they make me feel fat and ugly! Mommy and Daddy
tell me that I'm fat already! It's making me sick.
Anyway, it's either wear pants or give up my cell-phone. My first cell-phone that I
just got! Why? Doesn't  make any sense. They didn't buy it just to make me wear some
bulky freakin' pants.
And, Momma thinks that I'm part of some stupid clique that doens't wear pants! Don't
they understand that I feel insucure and stupid around all the tother girls- skinny
girls might I add. Then, I'm already over-excercising and starving myself. What more
can I do?
I'm not even losing weight. Just make me kill myself, Momma. Or cut myself. Which do
How could my parents do that to me?
I didn't ask them to buy me any freakin' pants! It's not may fault I feel stupid and
bulky in them. And, the thing is, they make me feel fat and ugly! Mommy and Daddy
tell me that I'm fat already! It's making me sick.
Anyway, it's either wear pants or give up my cell-phone. My first cell-phone that I
just got! Why? Doesn't  make any sense. They didn't buy it just to make me wear some
bulky freakin' pants.
And, Momma thinks that I'm part of some stupid clique that doens't wear pants! Don't
they understand that I feel insucure and stupid around all the tother girls- skinny
girls might I add. Then, I'm already over-excercising and starving myself. What more
can I do?
I'm not even losing weight. Just make me kill myself, Momma. Or cut myself. Which do
you prefer?
Huh?
Why don't they answer to that? Why don't they say something to that one?
God, I'm such a mess. If it's not one thing it's another. Why can't someone see me
for who I am and don't look on my outside? It's not like I'm fat. I'm chubby and I
don't look like I weigh as much as I do. I just hate being fat. Nobody at school
teases me in front my face, but if they do, I retaliate with fighting.
I'm close to snapping. If one more bad thing happens, I don't know what will happen.
I already cut myself once. I didn't feel anything but tears down my face. I'm not
going emo or anything. Or, trying not to.
I'm just hurting. I need to talk. To online friends or something else. I need
someone I've already talked to and not just some random person who reads this.
I need a friend.
Before I snap.

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___Told from Shy's partner P.O.V._____

I watched as Shy approached my doorway. for the last three hours I have been a
frenzy of getitng everyone out of the house and cleaning up just so she could be
comfortable. and, I even made snacks. Me! I don't even like fixing crackers and
cheese. much less cooking. 
 "Hey, Shy," I mumbled.
 She stared at me before shaking her head. "Uh, hey," she said.
 "What?"
 "Your shirt...or lack fo one..." she pointed to my bare chest. "You must work


___Told from Shy's partner P.O.V._____

I watched as Shy approached my doorway. for the last three hours I have been a
frenzy of getitng everyone out of the house and cleaning up just so she could be
comfortable. and, I even made snacks. Me! I don't even like fixing crackers and
cheese. much less cooking. 
 "Hey, Shy," I mumbled.
 She stared at me before shaking her head. "Uh, hey," she said.
 "What?"
 "Your shirt...or lack fo one..." she pointed to my bare chest. "You must work
out."
  "Yes. But, I'm not bragging. I do what I can," I said modestly.
  She smiled. "So what is this project about?"
  "Art, you have to make a collage. History you have to do something with the Indian
thing we're learning. Here are the guidelines."
  I handed them to her. Her soft and delicate hands touched mine and soemthign
passed between us. She smiled hesitantly at me. I grinned back. I went to the
kitchen and grabbed the snacks I had made. "Want some?"
  "Mmm...my fave," she moaned while eating some chilli cheese fries. "What's your
name?"
  "Quente."
  "Oh, that means hot in Portguese right?" she asked.
  I nodded and petted her on the head. "Good girl," I cooed.
  She grimaced at me. "Shut up, okay?"
  I laughed. We began to outline our prohject and before we knew it, my family was
home. My little brothers and sisters started to bombard her with questions. "That;s
enough," I said, lifting my little sister, Darian a.k.a Dairy, up. She squealed in
delight.
  "Bye, Shy!" she said, waving upside down.
  I tucked her into bed and got my little brother. He protested ut went into his
room. The others stayed with Dad and Mom. Now, to get rid of my older siblings is
the thing. They were talking to Shy. She looekd up at me with a grin. "My brother
just called. He wants to know when I'm coming home."
  She said it like it was a question. When did I want her to go? Never. Snce that
wasn't an option, I told her, "I'll walk you home now."
  "Okay."
  I threw a shirt on and walked outside with her. I grabebd her hand. "In case
something tries to eat you."
  She rolled her eyes at me with a look of amusement, but didn't protest. Her hand
was warm and smooth. It was a bit windy. I smiled internally. Her brother, I guess,
was waiting for her outside with another woman about his age. Which, was 23. I
smiled and released Shy at the door. She grinned at me. "Bye, Portuguese."
  I grinned. "Bye, Chulo."
  "Huh?"
  "Pimp in Spanish."
  "I'm not  apimp. Anyway, i'm French."
   I grinned. "Bye, frenchie!"
   She rolled her eyes and disappeared inside.

___Slade's P.O.V._________

I leaned over and kissed my girlfirned good-bye while watching Shy flirt with that
boy. What did she call him? Porteguese. well, I'm gonna have to change that. No more
flirting with any boys but me.
 I'll do that.
 If it kills me.
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Slade watched Shy eat. She picked at her food careful and ate, with a dreamy stare
in her eyes. He got lost in those hazel colored eyes. 
"What?" Shy asked, smiling at him amused.
  He shook his head. "Thinkin'..."
  "'Bout what?" she asked, cocking her head to side and flipping her hair over her
shoulder in- what she hoped- was a seductive look.
  "Are you flirting with me, lil miss Cheyenne?" he asked, in mock-outrageousness.
   She shook her head. "Please," she said rolling her eyes and grinning. "No jokes
about short people. They kick butt."
   He laughed. "Shy, you are something else. But, were you flirting with me is the
most important question?"
  "But, I asked you what you were thinkin' 'bout firtst?"
Slade watched Shy eat. She picked at her food careful and ate, with a dreamy stare
in her eyes. He got lost in those hazel colored eyes. 
"What?" Shy asked, smiling at him amused.
  He shook his head. "Thinkin'..."
  "'Bout what?" she asked, cocking her head to side and flipping her hair over her
shoulder in- what she hoped- was a seductive look.
  "Are you flirting with me, lil miss Cheyenne?" he asked, in mock-outrageousness.
   She shook her head. "Please," she said rolling her eyes and grinning. "No jokes
about short people. They kick butt."
   He laughed. "Shy, you are something else. But, were you flirting with me is the
most important question?"
  "But, I asked you what you were thinkin' 'bout firtst?"
   They bantered and bickered playfully for the next five minutes until slade gave
up. He couldn't out-argue that girl! Slade roleld his eyes dramatically, making Shy
giggle. "Tell me already," she said.
  "You. I was thinkin' about you."
   She grinned as the bell rang and got up. When she was by the door, Slade called
out, "Were you flirting with me?"
  She smiled and waggled hr fingers, throwing her hair over her shoulder ina  flirty
way. "Was I?" she asked before leaving.
  Slade cussed and followed her.

All during class, Shy was focusing on Slade.  By the end of the day, she couldn't
tell you how she got out of there. 
 Slade, on the other hand, was thinking about his othr three girlfriends. And, Shy.
He jogged up to her. "Hey, Miss Shy."
 She ignored him, still daydreaming about him.
 "Okay, well, ignore me," he muttered, hurt.
 She looekd up with a grin. She knew more about Slade then he thought. She
just...was happy a boy was paying attention to her. 
  A boy jogged up to Shy. "Hey, Shy. So, what are we gonna do?" he asked. He was
talelr than her. He was more muscular than Slade. He had the prettiest light caramel
colored skin with tawny wide eyes and thick eyebrows. He had long black and silken
hair whcih he kept braided into two zigzag ponytails. He had a curbed nose and was
wearing a hateful look which he directed at Slade. Slade was the one that stole his
girlfriend.
  "Huh?" Shy asked, beyond confused.
  "Partners. For Art and Hitory class."
  "Oh, Mon Dieu," she moaned in French. "I totally was blanking out. Can you meet me
tonight at six?"
  "Sure, where at?"
  "Uh, New York," she said, drawing a blank.
  "Huh?"
  "Sorry. Uh, going crazy. Your house or mine?"
  "We can go to mine."
  "Okay," she said.
  He grabbed her hand and wrote his number on it, sloppily. She gave him hers. He
smiled and waved at her before running off. She waggled her fingers back with a
grin. Slade frowned. "That guy's dope."
   "Slade, not nice!"
   "Well, it's tur. That's why I--his girlfrined left him."
   She nodded absently with a smile. That ain't true, she thought. Don't
lie to me boy. I know everything. 

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YOU'RE STUCK​ ON AN ISLAN​D WITH YOUR TOP 4. . 

1. Lauren

2. Rita

3.Natalie

4. Sophia



YOU'RE STUCK​ ON AN ISLAN​D WITH YOUR TOP 4. . 

1. Lauren

2. Rita

3.Natalie

4. Sophia



ON THE ISLAN​D

Who starts crying and saying they're too young to die?
Lauren and Sophia


Who tries to make a raft out of grass and palm leaves?
me and Rita


Who's chasing a squirrel so they can eat it?
me....and Rita. (not because we wanna eat it but because we are bored)

Who helps make the shelter?
Everyone but me because I'm still chasing the dang squirrel i can't get. 

Who becomes depressed and says that there's no hope?
Natalie

Who actually tries to think of a plan to get out?
Me. Has to do with swimming and rafts and finding that stupid squirrel.
Everbody else.

Who starts jumping up and down trying to get attention?
Everyone but me.

Is there alcohol on the island?
Lauren....shame, shame, shame..

Who's in denial and looking for the hidden camera?
Me and Sophia and Natalie. And Rita, though, she might be playing.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Who gets so bored they're carving equations on a rock for fun?
Rita. I'm probably chasing the squireel. 


THREE AND FOUR GO MISSING.


Who goes looking for them?
Me, screaming at the top of my lungs for them and scaring everything in a 100 mile
radius


You go searching and find them where??
Somewhere far away by anothr patch of water, swimming.


Who goes missing after looking for a good spot to tan?
Rita


Which person comes back after two minutes of looking for food because they got
tired? 
Lauren


Which person goofs off and does nothing at all? 
Lauren and me

Who still hunts squirrels even when they get back home?
Me and Rita   Cuz we good like dat.

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