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Ugh, okay, I tried. And I got a few points. And it was pretty intense. I did a lot of blocking and put up quite a fight. But in the end, Paul one the World Cup finals.
We received 2 feet of snow at our town. It snowed from Thursday night all through Friday and a bit of Saturday. So.
J was in bed, a lonely, frigid bead of sweat was running sluggishly down his ashen forehead, by now he's only scarcely remembering the mystifying scenes that were unfolding in the dream plains before...
Life.
Time moves fast.
Expect a looooot of W...TIN posts tomorrow. Today, I went to Paul's house. And my heart is still racing..
We walked forever. Every room we crawled over, every crack of light turned out to be the wrong place. I yawned, and Arcene shot me a look.
Had my eighth grade formal last night. No one cried in the bathroom. So my friends and mine tradition is broken. Haha. I had a little gossip session with my friends Ryan and Anthony.
This place, Is not a place. It's more of an anti-place. The type of place void of emotions, scenery, anything. His face, Is not a face. It's more of a black hole.
"What's Crag's problem. Does he always make digs at you and Marty?" I asked as we stepped into the lift. Rachel was right. The lift was finished just after breakfast so I could go upstairs.
I walked through the maze of weeping angels. The doctor and Cecelia close behind.
A/N: This is my 100th opuss. :) xx Chapter 10: Maddy’s P.O.V Its 11 already, I can’t believe how fast it’s gone. ‘I hope Pete’s Alright!’ I said to Tom, ‘He’s fine.
It all came to a culmination, then. Generations of scheming, of waiting - of subservience and pain had been suffered to come to this moment.
The screaming stopped. I waited head against the door, listening intently. The screaming. Stopped. I continued listening until the door flung open of course.
Jordan and Roslyn sat on the docks by the lake, talking about their lives, before they came to the manor. His story. His childhood before Walter had found him, was sick, twisted, and gruesome.
Going to school Is something I dislike but when I seen Amy Masters in her Shorts and tank top brunette hair back in a ponytail I new I hade to know her, so I follow you home after school watching...
**sorry my last one was so short... I promise I'll try to make this one more interesting!!** Was the guard dead. No... His chest rose and fell slowly. Sleeping.
We looked up. I huffed with annoyance. "Doctor meet my cousin. She has a thing for getting lost." I said with an upset face. "What are you doing down there?" The girl asked.
Roslyn opened her eyes, staring at a white ceiling, under dim light. She felt tired, and weak. Her mouth felt dry. The burning in her stomach almost fully extinguished.
Roslyn woke up, staring at treetops. She inhaled, smelling the luscious scent of forest. She struggled to move her feet. She felt constricted, looking to realize she was being carried.
"Adeline you have to do most of the work this time if you really want that room." The doctor said as we walked through the vast museum. I rolled my eyes and stopped in front of a door.
Under us, I saw a long, white and blue building. "That's it," Arcene whispered. Her feet lightly hit the ground, then she dashed behind the first half-wall.
I was stood there, and I was shivering wondering why I was standing there feeling awkward, snuggled into Mason's jumper attempting to keep warm.
They don't know my secret How I lay awake at night, but why. Why. Why. Why do I try. Sleep do I.