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    PROM.    The biggest night in the life of a teenager.    The night that everything is magically better. The night that a girl gets her fairy tail ending. The night where a girl get's her prince charming. Yeah, right! Like that actually happens!    You were new to this school and you were dreading that in the first week that you were here you would have to go to this thing.    Huge bold letters on a banner in front of your High School just put the rest the school (mostly girls) in a frenzy. Too bad it wasn't at the end of the school year. You could have just went home and ate ice cream but the Principle just put prom in the dead hal

Contest Entry for: http://www.deviantart.com/journal/Contest-382865561 Inspired by My girlfriend is an Agent http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Girlfriend_Is_An_Agent   It's on Netflix. Good movie. It's really funny and romantic.    "Okay. Sakura, you distract the guards. I got the south wing and Felicia-"    Your phone went off. 'Holding Out for a Hero,' played. No doubt Alfred. He's the one who set the ringtone.    "Um...(Name?) Is that Alfred calling you?" Felicia was pulling on her parachute.    "I'll call him back later." You switched it off.    "Maybe it's important?" Sakura, the Japanese recruit, handed you a loaded gun.    Th

An AmericaxReader story. I arrived on my Uncle Leroy’s farm in Texas, on one warm early Sunday morning. Uncle Leroy had just pasted away and left me with his ranch and all its contents for me in his will. I was excited. Every summer I looked forward to our trip to Uncle Leroy’s ranch, which was proudly named The Fifty Star. He taught me everything he knew about horses. I got into the house and found a note addressed to me in the kitchen. It was addressed to me from Uncle Leroy. “Dear (y/n), If ya’ll are readin’ this then I’m dead. I trust y’all take care of ma ranch. But there’s one thing tha

“(NAME)!!!! GET IN HERE!!!!” I jumped and ran into the bath. My “masters” where not patient and if I was late…well… “You’re.” “Late.” “I apologize for my lateness masters.” I said, almost sarcastically, bowing gracefully before them. I glanced up at my masters: Jason and Alfred Jones, Demon Kings of Gluttony. They were attractive, strong, short tempered, and the hottest and probably sexiest demons in the entire circle of Hell. Jason pulled on the chain of the collar they LOVED to put on me (when I wasn’t looking because it I ever caught them I’d k

Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts... Censor for language is already on. Please use your imagination if you'd like to use other words. Thank you! ==================================================== Today sucked royally for you. First, you slept through your alarm so you were almost late to school. Next, another jerk from [second least favorite class] tripped you in the hallway. You also forgot your homework for third hour in your locker and your teacher wouldn't let you go get it. And now, you're just having a bad day. In a permanent bad mood until you get home. And the worst part is that all your friends are just running awa

Part 1 ~Your P.O.V.~ ________ walked down the hallway. No one paid her any attention, and she didn’t mind. She loved the isolation. Especially when he came into the picture. High school football legend and the cruelest person to ever be born, Alfred Foster Jones. Everyday it seemed that Alfred would seek poor _________ out and pick on her relentlessly. Why? Was it because of her height? She was a full 18 inches shorter than Alfred. Was it her grades? ________ was a straight A student. And without many friends to help back her up, she was left to deal with the mental abuse all by herself. _________ hadn't seen Alfred all day, so she in

Part 3 The next morning, _________ was walking to school as usual. But what wasn’t usual was the fact that Alfred was there again. Running up next to her and talking to her again. “Can I carry your bag?” He asked softly. ________ was confused, not only did he ask politely, he didn’t yell at her. She nodded and slipped her backpack off her shoulder, still very confused. But Alfred didn’t stop there. “So ________, what do you like to do?” She was still trying to wrap her head around how nice he was being. “I like to draw…”she answered absentmindedly. He stared down at ________. &ld

Student! 2p! America X Teacher! Reader         You woke up ready to start your day as a teacher. Days were now tougher since your divorce. The job could barely keep up with food and taxes, but no matter what, you always looked on the bright side. You always considered yourself strong and capable of anything; even if a man wasn’t on your side for support.   You ate your breakfast quickly and drove to work. Once you made it you greeted a few friendly faces from your American History class. You walked up to the teacher’s lounge and met up with some of your co-workers. “Hi guys, “You said putting your purse at the tab