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Dear Demigod, you know who I am. I wish you would tell me who you are. You know almost everything about me. I know nothing about you. That needs to change. You know that I attend boarding school in London, I live in Manhattan in the summer, my parents were tortured and murdered when I was a kid in front of me, my best friend is being hunted down by an unstoppable serial killer, my dream job is to become a "detective" and police agent person in London, and that I am a cheerleader. I know that you insist I call you by your pseudonym demigod, you love the ocean, you spend most of your time at a summer camp you refuse to tell me the name of, you can use a sword, and your dad ran away when you were a baby. You say that information is more dangerous than a pen and a pen is more dangerous that a sword. That is your motto. That is the phrase you use to shoot me down. I won't except that anymore. You WILL tell me everything I need to know about you. I can protect myself. If you tell me your secret, I will tell you mine, and I promise mine is more dangerous. Write back soon. Love, Mara Spark. Dear Mara, my name is Percy Jackson. Meet me at Sweet of America, the candy shop in Manhattan that specializes in the blue stuff. I will tell you everything. Yours truly, Demigod.…

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"I didn't mean to electrocute her! I swear it was an accident! I just got mad!" I yelled at the cop as he attempted to interview me. "I'm not saying you did. You are just a silly, little girl. I know you didn't kill your teacher. That isn't possible. I just want to know what happened." He replied."That IS what happened!" I told him again, "I asked Gracie Skyfall for a pen. Mrs. Lyden caught me and told me to be quiet. I said that I was just asking for a pen. She said I was talking back and sent me to the office. I said no. She couldn't make me. She said I was talking in class and being rude to her and I was unprepared so she told me to go to the office again. I yelled no and punched my desk. I was frustrated. I did NOT mean to hurt her." "I said it before and I'll say it again. You did not do that to Anne. What really happened?!" He was frustrated. So was I."I got mad. I made lightning. I killed my teacher. Accidentally." I said like he was a two year old. He wrote something down. I read over his shoulder. "Harley Frost: delusional. Mad." I yelled out and slammed my fist against the table. "I'M NOT CRAZY!" Clouds formed along the roof. Thunder shook the building. Lightening struck the clipboard out of his hand. It started to hail in the room. Gracie ran to me, grabbed, my arm and said, "calm down." Let's just say I ended up in an asylum for six years. I know I'm not mad. That was how I stayed sane in there. Then someone checked me out. I didn't know her. She said her name was Miss Peregrine. We walked down the street and met up with a boy with dark hair, light skin, and a very freckly face. He was tall and pretty cute actually. Miss Peregrine introduced him as Jacob Portman. She told me I was not crazy. I was peculiar.This book is trademarked. You can not steal our names, ideas, plot, or anything we've written in it. If you do we will make sure you receive the same fate as Mrs. Lyden. *maniacal laughter*…

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One day Fred and George Weasley were going to de-gnome the garden when they heard a frightful scream coming from the forest. They instinctively ran toward it to help. They found two girls lying face-down on the dirt, bleeding out. They both grabbed a girl and brought them both to the burrow. Both survived-barely. But there was just one tiny problem: neither could remember anything. There were some objects found on them though. Both had drivers licenses in their pockets, and both had wands tucked into their boots. The shorter girl with dark brown hair was named Christine Waters. The tall girl with light blonde hair was named Lauren Frost. They also know that there is something very important and dangerous going on. They just don't know what.…

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Almae Graves and Olivia Autums are twins separated at birth. Almae went to Ilvermorny in America to stay with her foster parents. Olivia went to Hogwarts because she was never adopted. When Almae gets to a higher level than all the students in her class, she is transferred to Hogwarts and placed in the same house as her twin sister. There was just one thing that didn't make sense to either of them; Almae was called up with a different last name than what she grew up with. "Almae Elizabeth Autums!" Called the sorting hat. Nobody moved. The sorting hat called her name again. She was shoved up by Professor McGonagall and the hat was placed upon her head. It paused for a minute before shouting, "Ravenclaw..." It was grabbed and about to be taken off when it continued, "STOP! You have the brain for Ravenclaw but I just noticed a different quality hidden inside you that will soon blossom and become very important. Your house will not be Ravenclaw, but instead you will be a Gryffindor!" That is the moment when everything changed.All rights reserved for J.K. Rowling. We only piggybacked off of her amazing stories with the boy who lived…