wow... this is a bit odd... i personally don't find we have any more or less snow than usual up here in New Brunswick... i mean, by the end of the year we could have around 12' of snow, no big deal all you poor americans with 'snow problems' (jk, we can only handle it cause we have a history of a lot of snow )
Wow, i just got through reading the first ten chapters, and i must say i'm hooked Cant wait to see what happens next This was a really touching chapter, and i'm glad Dan had the chance to work through some of his guilt.
hmm... i too am constantly with my phone... i almost never have the ringer on, but i dont see the issue with texting in a library... talking on the phone is another issue, but i dont really do that...
as for the 3000 texts a month i dont send QUITE that many, but a lot of my friends do. i send closer to 1500 texts a month...
In my opinion if you are out and about texting isnt an issue. but if you are hanging out at someone's house then i think you should put your phone away and do whatever you were there to do.
i personally say 10 because it is many of the exact same boy doing the same thing repeatedly... but perhaps you were supposed to count the actual number...
How much would it hurt,
To say goodbye.
Just jump out the window,
see if you could fly.
The world cannot see,
How you crumble in pain.
Every morning you wake,
Just to be hurt again.
You look in the mirror,
but hate what you see.
You write on your arm,
create a red Sea.
Your parents can't stand,
To look at your face.
Curse your name,
drive you from this place.
Screaming at you,
“Abomination” they yell,
with hate filled eyes
they damn you to Hell.
Cryin
Harry has been having dreams since the end of his Fifth Year at Hogwarts, some of them terrifying, and others intriguing and almost memory-like. Even more troubling, his magic seems to have turned traitor, doing what it will and causing general havoc. What awaits Harry in this tale?
Having finished the huge meal, courtesy of Molly, and several horrid potions, courtesy of Madame Pomfrey, Harry and Dumbledore sat down to further discuss their findings. The headmaster was peering at him over his half-moon spectacles, appearing to weigh his options, making Harry shift uncomfortably. After the professor’s hands-off approach from the previous year, he wasn’t sure if this sudden closeness was a good thing.
Dumbledore seemed to have come to a decision, as he leaned forward and pe