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Eighth Graders

This picture is made of all eighth graders, except for me. It was taken by an eighth grader. Another eighth grader was watching. I am a ninth grader. I am in highschool. Noah, Chris, Abby, Nikki, and Riley are eighth graders are in eighth grade. They are middleschoolers. They're right across the street from my school. They are struggling with homework and friendships. Last year, I used to always sneak into their classes. I would go behind the scenes and solve their problems for them. Now...

16 November 2013, 04:29 PM
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Michael Pt.4: Adapt

The Smiths (names have been changed) are weird. Most everyone I know needs an outlet for some aspect of their personality, or has a role that needs filled in their life. Abby needs a mom. Noah needs a best friend. Chris needs a friend who is a girl who he can talk to, a girl with a guy's mind. Jillian needs a cool journal. Emily needs (needed?) someone to tell her how amazing she is to boost her self esteem. I find out who the person needs, and I adapt to become that person. Adapting is wh...

16 November 2013, 04:21 PM
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Scarves

I like scarves. I like scarves a lot. They are warm. They are mini blankets that are acceptable to wear all day. Scarves are nice.

10 November 2013, 11:45 PM
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Michael Part4: Acceptance

It was a Thursday, this past Halloween, that you made me cry. But in a good way. I didn't think that people actually cried from happiness. But I did. Because of you. You see, I have a hard time figuring out if I'm friends with people or not. Usually, I'll think I'm friends with someone, but it'll turn out that they hate me, or that they just don't care about me at all. "Are we friends yet?" I asked you as we stood next to each other in the lunch line. You were wearing a red shirt. Yo...

02 November 2013, 06:02 PM
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Michael Pt.3: Hugs

I think that first hugs are important. I remember all the first hugs, all the important hugs, and all the last ones. First hugs have their own little charm to them. They're awkward because you don't know the other person's body well, but they're always surprising, and always leave participants with a good feeling. "It's Michael!" I had said, unable to to wave because of the instrument in my hands. Violins always hampered my greeting abilities. He waved at me, or, well, he waved. I didn't thi...

29 October 2013, 07:33 PM
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Confession: I lied

I felt the need to lie to my friends today. "Do you read John Green's books?" Riley, a friend since the second grade, asked. I shrugged. I usually remembered author names and this one sounded familiar, but I couldn't link it to any book, "Maybe. What are some books he wrote?" She stared at me, and I felt like I was being put under a microscope, "I can't believe it. You, Paige, THE Paige, hasn't read anything by John Green? I can't b-" "I said I might have," I interrupted her quickly, s...

27 October 2013, 04:33 PM
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Flirty Friends

Today I realized that I'm a flirt. It's never been that obvious. To me. I call my Noah sexy. I flirt with my gal friends. Actually, I throw the word 'sexy' around a lot. I throw arms across shoulders and around waists. I play with people's hair. I thought this was normal. What.

27 October 2013, 05:41 AM
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Michael: Part2

I have a notebook. A happy notebook. I tape in happy pictures. I write down lists of happy things. Everyone gets their own page to get creative in. Other than my eighth graders, who were feeling rather nostalgic on the day that I showed them my notebook for the first time, I have always had to beg people to draw or write something. Not you, though. "What's that?" you asked, looking at the rainbow-hearted notebook. "A happy notebook. Everyone gets their own page to write or draw whate...

23 October 2013, 02:25 AM
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Michael: Part1

Blog entry: Comparisons I think I've found another Noah. His name is Michael. He is a junior. Someday he will be the president of the United States. And he's one of the best people ever. I found comfort in the sameness. His wild hand gestures are like mine, if not even more exaggerated. He is passionate. He second guesses himself. He thinks too much. After only a few weeks of knowing him, I think I've gotten my own side of him. I can't explain it, but he's just a smidge different than when...

22 October 2013, 12:04 PM
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Human Expressions

I scroll through the entries here and struggle to read all the poor translations that my computer does for me. I read fragments that did not translate well. I read sentences mashed with words that do not make any sense whatsoever to me. My head hurts from the reading. But, after getting a vague idea of what a thousand word entry is about, I will allow myself to see the picture attached to it. And I will understand that immediately. Our words may unite or keep us apart, but we all smile ...

20 October 2013, 07:54 PM
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Jillian

The first time I met you, it had been such a shock. Since the beginning o the school year, I had been the only person in the Yearbook Committee. I had been the only Library Helper. I had been the only...well, anything. In the middle of the year, my grandfather's car broke down. For months, I couldn't come to the after school committee meetings (which consisted of me typing away and formatting the online version of the yearbook). Then suddenly, I could. I walked into the library, my fee...

20 October 2013, 03:07 AM
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Humanity

That thing that's been haunting you for the past...well, you don't know exactly how long, do you? Or maybe you know exactly when it was, all the details having been etched into your mind. Would you be the same person if that had never happened? Would you have been happier? Would all that has happened since, would it have still happened? Maybe, but you shouldn't let those things define you. While you can't undo the damage that event had done to you, while you can't change who it made you,...

20 October 2013, 02:34 AM
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A Prelude to the Michael Series; Assertive

"Be more assertive," M always says, "Talk to people." As if it were that easy. Oh M, not everyone can talk as you do. Not everyone can just talk and have people listen. Not everyone can paint a picture with their words. But you expect me to, so I try. It's not that you don't make it easier for me, because you do. It's less scary with you there, cheering me on. I was standing alone in the hallway. I was looking for a friend. Searching the crowd, you and I locked eyes. I wasn't going...

20 October 2013, 01:44 AM
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Pictures

Q:) Why do you take so many pictures? A:) To capture the important things, of course. Pictures of me are rarely important. Milestones are few and far between. BUT, pictures of you all are important. Chris playing soccer, Noah flashing a thumbs up at the camera, M with his blushing face and "what am I going to do with you?" expression, E holding a stick of Rosin,J eating a tortilla, 'Berto bowling, and R's face when we all stormed her house to take her to our whiffleball game...those are ...

20 October 2013, 01:35 AM
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Oh, Was I Supposed to Introduce Myself?

I'm young, too young. I won't say that I'm mature for my age. Maturation is relative. You can all decide for yourselves what age I resonate with the most. I love taking pictures, wearing glasses that make me look like a geek, standing next to an amp at a concert, crowd surfing, nicknames, and being acknowledged. I love the colors purple and blue. People are sorted into four categories: best friends, friends, family, and people who aren't my friends yet. Noah and Him (with a capital H) ...

20 October 2013, 01:31 AM
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Noah Part.3

Note to future self: Find him. Even if you're thirty, even if you're sixty, find his number and ring him up. Don't let him escape from you. He is one of a kind. Don't let the friendship fade away. This is more important than anything. HE is more important than anything. So call him. Visit him. Do anything. Just never, ever let him get away.

20 October 2013, 12:58 AM
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Noah Part.2

Now I'm scared. I scared myself. It seems that only lovers can stay together for their entire lives. Can't it be the same for friends? Best friends? I can't lose him. I can't lose my Noah.

20 October 2013, 12:54 AM
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Noah

How does one describe loving someone without actually loving them? I love him more than a brother, a father, a friend, or a lover. I think that he is the best person to ever walk this Earth. I want the best for him. I want, so desperately, for everyone to actually hear his words and to respect him. He enchants everyone, me most of all. Yet, he remains humbles and treasures every friend he has. But, I'm not IN love with him. I have no intention to kiss him or to act as a couple acts. ...

20 October 2013, 12:52 AM
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Apologies

Damn it. You apologized. You've always had a way with words. I forgive you. I never had a chance against your puppy dog brown eyes, hidden behind those black framed glasses. At least...at least you've realized that you can't get away with being like that. You realized that if you don't do something soon, I'll be swept away into someone else's arms. Which is stupid, by the way. The only guy I have ever liked is you. The only guy I have ever loved is you. For some reason, you think th...

01 October 2013, 11:50 PM
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Realization

I just realized something. I can feel pretty, even if there's no one around to feel pretty for.

15 September 2013, 11:26 PM
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