TheRealThiefAli

Dipper was, at this point, desperate to get money. He was in high school and was getting ready to go into college and he needed to pay it off some how. He didn't have a lot of jobs as he started high school. When he was a freshman he worked for is great uncle, Stan. Only, he soon left after his uncle kept saying that due to the economy he had to shorten his pay. Soon he was doing the job for free, which wasn't fair at all. When he was a sophomore, he worked at Greasy's Diner. He left a year later because he was barely getting any hours, which meant he was barely getting any money. During his Junior year, he began doing a lot of work around Gr

Prince Rylie, Chapter 2 Staying up past his regular sleeping time, he looked through his wardrobe and found a cloak to keep him from being noticed. He slipped on his most ordinary looking clothes. Which was a white dress shirt and some pants that reached a bit past his ankles. He tucked in his shirt and put the cloak over himself to cover his blonde hair and heart shaped birthmark. "I'm ready." He thought to himself and he tied all his sheets into tight knots, tying it to the leg of his bed. He tugged to be sure it wont come loose. ********* As he began to climb down, he began thinking about if his parents would even notice if he was go

Prince Rilye In a far off kingdom, where there are beautiful trees, beautiful flowers, and a beautiful village there lived a beauty over all of them. A boy named Rilye. Not only was he just a boy, but a prince of his kingdom of beauty. With his blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and a red heart on his right cheek. Not to mention his sweet and bouncy personality that could make him get along with all the village folk. His mother and father, the rulers of the kingdom arent usually around with Rilye. They are always busy with king and queen things. So little Rilye is usually left alone to do whatever he wants. He likes to adventure around the c

Cuddle We came home from a late night of smoking with friends. I spent the night at her place, it had an herbal scent and was a very organized little room. Pictures, and posters covered the wall where the bed was placed. Drawings, boy bands, and writing covered the wall. I took a deep breath of the herbal scent of the room and breathed out, smiling as I fell onto her bed. A little series of giggles past my lips. She placed her pipes, and cigaretes in a droor, hiding them under other things to make sure no one in her family would find them. Then she lit an incense stick, throwing the lighter onto the bedside table she lies next to me and tick

I dont know what to do. No one believes me. I'm sitting in the corner of my closet right now, writing this. I'm coughing up a storm. I dont know what's going on. I think someone is following me everywhere I go. Sometimes, even in my own house. I dont feel safe anywhere. Not even with the lights on. I think I'm getting sick. "What a rough night of sleep." I thought to myself that day as I got ready to leave. As I slipped my arms through the sleeves of my P coat, I left. I said my good byes to my older brother and shut the door behind me. As I walked to my car to head to school, I felt a chill go up my spine. I shook it off and proceeded to my