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  <title>skylar's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Name :Tara 

age: 12 

grade: 6th

favorite hobbies: reading,writing ,pottery,sewing,tennis,bike riding,dancin

Acomplishments; Getting published in the yearbook getting a dance trophy, getting switched to advanced baton classes

favorite subject: language arts, drama

least fav subject: math 

favorite qotes: &amp;quot; Men there rights and nothing more women there rights and nothing less&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;The shoppers rules  
1. the shopper is always right 
2. if the shopper is wrong see rule one 

fav band: Jonas brothers

P.S i love commernts so please leave comments if u read my stories. I have decided now, it is now a rule to comment if u read 


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  <updated>2008-04-08T21:18:15Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Sayin ggoodbye</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25024"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Paris, paris i cant even get an a on my french test you expect me to move to Paris?&amp;#8221; i asked quetining her. She looked at me sadley and sighed. &amp;#8221; Mayalla please just understand she said but i turned my back twords the kithcen sink. &amp;#8220;When are we moving? i asked and closed my eyes . &amp;#8220;Tomorrow morning at five &amp;#8221; I sighed i at least expected a day to pack and say goodbye. I looked at the digital clock on the oven. It was six i could hurry and call them on the phone and at least say goodbye to my only friends. I reached for the phone and dialed Amandas number. &amp;#8221; Hi amanda its Mayella i have bad news, i paused, I am moving. Amanda gasped on the other end of the line. At last she spoke &amp;#8220;Where ?. It was my turn to pause. &amp;#8221; paris &amp;#8221; I whispered. &amp;#8221; ohh mayella i wish you wernt. &amp;#8221; I know i glanced at my mom and she glared at me and mouthed I need to use the phone now. I sighed &amp;#8221; Amanda i have to go but i will write and email every day. &amp;#8221; ok bi mayella she whispered and hung up the phone.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25024</id>
    <published>2008-03-18T17:28:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T21:18:15Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Moving </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21468"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why are we moving again? i moaned under my breath. The house was in a disoray. All i saw was a sea of brown boxes. All of out memories packed inside of them. &amp;#8220;Margie where are your boxes.? my mom asked in a faroff place.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Margie what are you doing? asked my mom in an exasperated voice. I snapped back to reality&amp;#8221; um ..just thinking &amp;#8221; i said hurriedly.Get these boxes downstairs now!&amp;#8221; my mom snapped and closed my door.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;I sighed another summer in another place,&lt;br /&gt;figures i thought. &lt;br /&gt;"Margie " &lt;br /&gt; i heard my mom call. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming" i yelled. I picked up my boxes&lt;br /&gt; that held all of my memories and ran downstairs.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I saw the moving van parked outside. I felt tears in my eyes but i pushed them back , I have moved fifteen times. No more crying. I walked out to the van out ogf that house forever.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21468</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T23:39:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-15T15:49:11Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">That summer</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19821"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So this is where i would be living all summer? i sighed. Figures, i dropped my duffel bag on the old bed and sat down. Another girl walked in. &amp;#8220;Oh your my roomate?&amp;#8221; she asked not even trying to hide that she clearly hated me already. &amp;#8220;Oh my gosh did you see the pool and like everything else&amp;#8221; I couldnt believe it all diffrent girls clearly all friends looked like each other. There hair boping up and down it made me sick. They probably didnt know how to ride a horse or be outside for that matter. I looked out the window this was going to be a long summer.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt; WAKE UP I  heard the shrill whistle and the wake up call. The other girls moaned and groaned but i got up quietly and looked out the window.  OHH I  gasped the sky was a beutifal pink and that haze the way i set on the land so gracfully and a horse! &amp;#8220;The horse how beutifal it looked . I didnt want to turn away but the bopitys there shrill girlish giggles made me relize i was still in camp with them all summer long.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As i turned away i sighed ready the day.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19821</id>
    <published>2008-02-01T02:46:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T12:26:10Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Penguins or frogs </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19528"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Thos are not penguins there frogs&amp;#8221; my friend said trying to keep a straight face.While pointing to my binder full of penguins I burst out laughing .&amp;#8221;Frogs, they do not look like slimey green things that my brother catches and keeps in his room&amp;#8221; I loved my friend but she could get the craziest ideas. &amp;#8220;They are frogs and if you ever want to talk about them in front of me you have to say frogs.&amp;#8221; my friend said finishing with a look of importance but then losing it and burst out laughing. I cant remember how long we sat there laughing . We must of stopped sometime in the time span of fifteen minutes but i wasnt keeping track i wasnt keeping track of my memories they were days to me fun and happy days.&amp;#8221;Ok then do you like my binder of.. frogs i asked questinig her. She was going to start laughing again and we wouldnt be able to stop for a long time . &amp;#8220;They look very sophisticated but they would look better if you drew jewlry on them&amp;#8221; She finished as she brought out her pencil case and again we burst out laughing&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19528</id>
    <published>2008-01-29T01:20:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T23:38:04Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">a fun but insane quiz b insert pen name here i dont know the rest of the title s</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/18906"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. purple tissue box that i wrote on with a sharpie&lt;br /&gt;2.my room with my sister wwatching my everymove&lt;br /&gt;3.my hair is brown with naturall red highlights&lt;br /&gt;4.aim link&lt;br /&gt;5.My moms old jewlry box&lt;br /&gt;6.lava  LAMPS ROCK  i have two&lt;br /&gt;7.yes i luv this site&lt;br /&gt;8.fav word sancuary (dont know if i spelt it right)&lt;br /&gt;9.Right now on my ipod is jonaas bros hello beutifal&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Well thats it luv ya&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18906</id>
    <published>2008-01-21T03:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-17T01:44:25Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Poor scarletta be strong</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why wasnt mother home i asked desperatly to myself. I tried to be strong for claricka but i was shaking like a leaf in the wind. &amp;#8220;Go to the well to get water&amp;#8221; i whispered to claricka. She went out the back door as i went to the cubords and looked what we had left. I grabed the fresh bread and the stew we had last night i added some of the vegtables and boiled it. I watched them from the mirror by the stove. They were conversing my hands trembled with fear. I poured there stew and bread in a bowl as claricka came in with the water.She could barley carry the bucket ,poor thing she tries so hard but she is so weak. I smiled and thanked her. &amp;#8220;Go to our room and play with the wax figures and nothing else&amp;#8221;. I said harshly. As she left i turned around to face the muggetas i put on a meak smile. &amp;#8220;Here you are some stew and the freshest bread with water. They nodded. &amp;#8220;Tel me somthing girl, why are you alone here?&amp;#8221; They asked. I raceked my brain for what to say. &amp;#8220;Well as most families are father was put to work for you&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18621</id>
    <published>2008-01-17T02:36:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T01:13:34Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">scarlettas story </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you happy now? i asked with patience, Yes thank you scarletta . She looked content as she petted her bunny. &amp;#8220;Stay in the room and dont come out until i tell you to&amp;#8221; I said sternly. I headed out to the garden . &amp;#8220;I will try to salvage wat i can for tonights dinner i mumbled to myself&amp;#8221;. I grabbed the basket and started to pick vegtables. Maybe half an hour went by when i heard horse hooves pulling up to the house. My pulse quickened as i looked to see wo it was. There standing at our fence was about three muggetas. I wanted to run and get clarika out of the house but i knew they would burn the house down. &amp;#8220;May i help you &amp;#8221;? My voice trembling. &amp;#8220;Yes you may the first one said horsly . I need some food and water .I nodded. They forced thereselves in as I stepped back.I opened the door and said you may sit down if you would like, let me fetch my sister. I went to the room and hastly put the sewing box away . With my sisters beloved bunny. They are here and we must feeed them. My sisters face went white.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18491</id>
    <published>2008-01-15T02:38:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T12:30:56Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Story of a little town called carletteria and a little girl</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Scareletta, How dare you go outside you know its dangerous here Anywhere for that matter.&amp;#8221; My mother finished shortly. &amp;#8220;Mother I told you i heard moaning outside and then i endded up outside&amp;#8221;. She looked at me strangly. I knew what she was thinking, Her daughter possesed the sight. Why did the Mugettas have to come and ruin our pecful world. &amp;#8220;Mama, mama my bunny Lalas bow is torn.&amp;#8221; my sister said with desperation.My Mother was in no mood to sew somthing on a bunny.&amp;#8221;Claricka you silly girl come here, she came running to me. I took her to our joint room. I sat on my bed and got my special box of sewing things i have collected over the years.The box was a mahogony wood with ivory flowers on it. It was the only box of sewing things we had left. The Mugettas took all of our enjoyment things and neccesities. I was lucky enough to have a loose floor board so we quickly stuffed some small items in it.I brought out a pink satin ribbon that i found on the ground by school. This will do. My sister squirmed with delight&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18192</id>
    <published>2008-01-12T00:41:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T19:05:21Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Sixth grade</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/17150"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We were here. My school. My new school. I smiled i couldnt let my sister know i was scared.&amp;#8221;Are you nervous?&amp;#8217; she asked.No way i said.As we waslked up the steps i looked straight ahead. I saw eith graders laughing this has been there school for 2 years. I saw sseventh graders, they were laughing with there friends they have knew for a year or more.Then i saw a cluster of sixth graders the didnt have an arrow pointing were the were.But you could tell they looked scared but smiled, They were all in a big cluster but spaced out. I desperatley looked for someone i knew. A familier face. My sister spotted a friend from last year. We never realy talked but things changed. The doors opened to the classrooms. We saw our teachers.We sat down.Talked about things i dont even remember.Somthing like our summer somthing boring.As the days past my sister and i kept to ourselves.Groups were formed. My sister made friends.One day i couldnt open my my locker a girl and i joked about them.Then before i knew it i made a friend&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17150</id>
    <published>2007-12-31T20:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T09:13:51Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
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    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">That girl</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/15453"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;she amazed me sometimes.she just stood up for me socked a guy in the nose.&lt;br /&gt;she never yelled,&lt;br /&gt;But she stood up to anyone who thought she was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;she cries when people dont talk to her &lt;br /&gt;She laughs when you laugh,&lt;br /&gt; but she worries that she is to loud.&lt;br /&gt;She can do things other people cant but never shows off even when people call her dumb right in front of her face.&lt;br /&gt;She helped me pick up my books when someone threw them down. but pushed me down herself when i yelled at my sister.&lt;br /&gt;She amazes me at moments but then i think Thats the way she is thats why i fell in love&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/15453</id>
    <published>2007-12-08T00:24:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-05T00:23:39Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">the window of the past 2</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/15451"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well I am Jewish and they are taking people that are different like gypsies and Jews and other people of different cultures and tanking them away to a place called a ghetto. My parents don&#8217;t want me to go so your parents are helping our family hide. Oh I said I sat down too. So for a while we are going to be sisters. I thought this over. That&#8217;s ok. Because we are best friends. I smiled. She half smiled. And looked around my room. It changed. She whispered. I know I said not knowing what to say. My room did change in the past few months it was less girly and more serious. Let&#8217;s change it again. She said like old times. With that she got up and said we should move the dresser by the window. And like that we were acting like nothing happened. In an hour we had my room redecorated. And we were laughing. My mother came up and told us to get ready for bed. We closed our windows and did as we were told to do. As we lay in bed we talked. Are you scared she asked, out of random? I guess I am. Oh. Well I guess I am.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/15451</id>
    <published>2007-12-08T00:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T02:43:49Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">the window of the past</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/15448"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I looked out my window for the thousandth time today. Seeing people pass by me all somber like. They were lucky they could go out. Once the war started I wasn&#8217;t aloud to go outside without an adult. I missed the days before the war, I miss sitting on the front stoop and laughing while eating oranges. I miss oranges. I miss my best friend. She wasn&#8217;t aloud to go outside either. I looked outside my window. The tree, the mighty oak. I missed climbing up that and dropping water ballons on the adults that passed by with Rachel. I must have been sitting there for a while because the next thing I knew my mother was calling me, Anna you will have a visitor tonight. I looked up and there was Rachel. I blinked and looked again she was there and smiling. I laughed my mother looked grave. Girls I will be back up later Rachel you fill Anna in. I stopped smiling. What was going on? Hi I said almost in a whisper. Hi she said smiling .But she was sad. What&#8217;s the matter I asked? You know about the war right, I nodded she sat.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/15448</id>
    <published>2007-12-07T23:56:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T04:58:21Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Over The Summer</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14233"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My friends and i were exporing over the summer . We found a hidout we want to know more about it butare panters sad no. Why you may ask ? We always head roomurs about that there was soming in there . About 2 monts agothere was a litte girl that was gone she was 4 yeas old .One day we where back there and then we hrid a little girl and it sound like that little girl how was tooking away . Her name was emma . We where ranning back and my friend skylar was gone we did not know where she was ? we where scard . we where ranning and running . And then my friend ann feel and then we thout that she was behind us but she feel we did not know where she was ? We where calling her name we did not hear her. And we where fold altheway home . We did not know we where fold . We got home and we told are panters what happen then they called the cops . I went outside and i got cout he told me if i talk i wond never see my family agen . He sad she woud be back .  WAS HE AFTER MY FRIENDS AND I  ?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14233</id>
    <published>2007-11-21T17:27:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T17:33:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">laughing</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/13997"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;They were so young they didnt know better&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;. They thought that the world was still on there side.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;I wish i could tell them what was going to happen.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;


	&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;How the world was going to turn .&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;


	&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;But they just sat there laughing.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/13997</id>
    <published>2007-11-18T15:48:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T18:32:45Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">friends i supose</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/13713"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We went getting along. We fought every time we talked. We were soposed to keep in touch . Be best friends . We knew the chances were slim but we thought we could make it. After all we were best friends since first grade.We shared homework answers. Secrets, cellphone numbers . Everything under the sun,the stars. Why were we fighting. We cried together on the last day . We caleed each other the moment we got home from school. We got grounded because we talked to much . We didnt care as long as we still kept in touch. When the first dy of a new school came near we planned our outfits so we could match even though we were in diffrent schools. So we could be connected. When we saw that we were becomng less needy of each other i guess we just shoved our friendship down each others throats. We stil called the moment the bell rang and the moment we woke up because we always had we felt like we had to . We wanted to keep in touch. The last thread of childhood still to be connected. I guess i was wrong .&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/13713</id>
    <published>2007-11-14T02:58:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-09T23:59:08Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>skylar</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/user_6362</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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