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I'm thinking about skipping hanging out with friends and just staying home and watching the Harry Potter movies. So much more fun :)

Okay, well I'd love to get into this. I haven't been back to HPF for very long, but it used to be so much fun, and i don't want to quit!! Can I have your name or email address or something so i can send you a friend request?

Is there like a HPF fan page? Or are you guys all just friends?

So if the site is closed.. where would we go?! I know you guys mentioned a site earlier in this post, but if it closes down before the rest of us get the link then we could be out of luck!

You know what? I'm the loser on this site because I've ONLY spent 6 days, 18 hours and 52 minutes on this site. The rest of you all have spent so much more time. haha. You all are winners :)

No, i don't even know what that is.

the HPF below me prefers coke to pepsi.

"GO JESSIE!" Izzy cheered as she saw her cousin running toward them with epic speed. They were way to close to the water for Izzy's taste. Getting wet was not an option. When Jessie hit them, she felt Leah's grip slack just a bit. Her moment of weakness would be Izzy's moment to get free. She moved jst the right way and was able to wriggle out of Leah's grasp.
"VICTORY!" Izzy yelled and extended her hand for a high five from Jessie.

"Um, not okay!" Izzy laughed and screamed at the same time. She reached down to her pocket, in an attempt to grab her wand. One swish of the small piece of wood, and she would be free from Leah's grasps. But then Izzy realized she wasn't in possession of her wand. It was still back at the blanket. "Noooo!! My wand!" Izzy moaned with fake desperation dripping from her voice. "Leah! Let me down right now!" Izzy demanded, trying to keep her face straight and keep the laughter out of her voice. She began wriggling back and forth, but it was no use. Leah's grip was stronger than steel.
"Jessie! Help me please!!" Izzy said, in one final attempt to save herself from a drenching in the water.

The Extra Television show. :)

Yo hablo espanol tambien. Yo creo que escribimos solemente en espanol en todo lo sito web.

Its been SO long since I've been on here. Its not nearly the same. I remember when if you left, even for a day or two, there would me more posts then you could even imagined. And there SO many people. I miss that. Leah and I were talking the other night, and we totally thought we should get it back to the way it was. It would be so awesome :)

Anyways, besides that. Whats on my mind? I can't wait to start taking happy pills! Yeah-uh! Also, my newest tumblr post is almost done. check me out on tumblr if you get bored, and follow me if you have a tumblr too. www.annaisabel.tumblr.com

   "Holy mother..!!" Izzy yelled as she was startled out of her thoughts. "Who do you think you are?" she snapped, believing the pranker to be a first year, in need of a good laugh. She whipped her head around to find the identity of her attackers. When she realized who it was, she squeaked with happyness and quickly stood up.
   "I hate you two!" Izzy laughed. She pulled the two girls into a hug, making sure to get them wet, with her now soaking swim suit. "I can't believe you two had the guts! Just you wait! Your not going to get away with this." The smile on Izzy's face betrayed her though. There was no way she could stay mad at these two for more than even a second.
   

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(Anyone is welcome, but please keep your posts on the longer side. Thanks :])

  Isabel threw her pack on to her back and slipped on her favorite Manolo Blahnik flipflop sandals. Practically skipping, she exited the Castle and headed in the direction of the lake. She wore a smile on her face and waved to everyone on her way, even the first years she didn't know. She was seeing her friends again, and couldn't wait. When she reached the lake she laid down her pack and started pulling things out. She felt the wind blow across the face and the small hairs that framed her face blew into her eyes. Grabbing her purple Coach sunglasses, she slide them on her face and began to prepare for her picnic.
  Izzy spread out the classic checkered picnic blanket and placed a couple of sandwiches and a couple of glasses of lemonade. The sun was shinning brightly and the suns rays were soaking to Izzy's hair making it look even blonder than normal. It was tied in a braid that stretched down her back and a tie dyed bandanna was wrapped around her forehead Her skin was tanned and she had on a simple white monokini and a tribal print wrap, which encompassed her small waist.
  After spreading out the rest of her snacks, Isabel slipped off her sandals and stretched her body out, rolling her shoulders and laying back on the blanket soaking up the sun. She was resting and waiting for some one else to join. She hadn't seen anyone in a completely too long time. Things had been so busy lately and she hadn't had any time to catch up with friends. She was slightly nervous about this meeting, because it had been such a long time and she was afraid things would be different.

Everyone else just calls me Lynnie. But my mom is obsessed with King Henry VIII and so I was named after his second wife, Anne Boleyn. "Are you in there? Can you hear me?"  My mom sounds so desperate and broken that my own heart rips into fragments. My compulsion to reach out and comfort her is overwhelming.
"Some doctors theorize that the patient can hear you or at least sense your presence." The Doctor said in response to my mom's comments. "But... I'm not so sure."
I can hear every stupid thing you say! My mind screams. But of course my body continues to fail me. My lack of response introduces my mom to a whole new round of noisy tears.
"I'll leave you alone." The doctor left the room, I hear the door close. Something cold grasps my hand.
It comes to my attention that I can feel things; the rough cotton of the hospital blanket, the socks on my toes, my mothers hand in mine and even the slight breeze that grazes my face.
"Boleyn, honey, everything will be alright. Don't you worry." She holds my hand a little longer and then leaves. After I hear the door close, I exercise all my focus on moving. I have questions to ask. Answers my mind needs before it will rest once more. Why am I here? What had hurt me enough to get me in such a predicament? The state I am in restricts me from obtaining the answers to my questions, but all my effort will be employed in this fight.
Mom comes and visits me again. I begin to count the days by how often she's at my bedside. I have been here for six days and no one but the doctors and my mom bothers to grace me with there presence. I am beginning to ponder if because I can't speak nobody cares about me anymore. But then on day six I hear a new voice. Ophelia's.

The next part :D
Hope its okay!

ugh.
Sick. Don't want to be here.
i don't want you to be there either.
I miss you and love you and want you to comeback home.
Eating Disorders ruin everything.
i haven't been on this sight forever. I miss it quite a bit.

Bleep.... Bleep.... Bleep..... I heard a monitor beeping steadily. Drip.... Drip.... Drip.... Something liquid drips a half a second after each bleep. It creates a sort of beautiful rhythm. I lay for a minute enjoying the beat. Then coming to my sense my mind starts to wander. Where was I? Where was the rhythm coming from? I try to open my eyes. Nothing happens. Why aren't they opening? I attempt to scream but it has a similar effect; nothing. I try to kick my legs, but stillness is the only response.
I let myself relax accepting my temporary defeat. Feeling a cloudy haze come over me, I fall back asleep. When morning greeted me, I tried moving my body again. Failure was my only companion. My mind begins to roam; wondering why moving was so inconceivable. Than to my delight, I hear a door open and voices began speaking.
"Ma'am, we've been running tests all week, and her brain activity is rather limited..." A smooth and confident voice my brain didn't recognize ventured on with a slur of medical terms, which were beyond my comprehension. Someone begins to cry. The woman chokes out horrible, heart wrenching sobs.
"Doctor," Panic spread through me as my mind realized who the voice belonged to. It was my mother. It was her who was crying. "Can she hear me?"
Were they talking about me? Was there anyone else in the room? I couldn't open my eyes to find out.
"Boleyn?" Yeah. It was definitely my mother. She's the only one who calls me Boleyn. Everyone else just calls me Lynnie. But my mom is obsessed with King Henry VIII and so I was named after his second wife, Anne Boleyn. "Are you in there? Can you hear me?"  My mom sounds so desperate and broken that my own heart rips into fragments. My compulsion to reach out and comfort her is overwhelming.


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