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"What do we do?" Tashie asked the others nervously. "We can't go through it," Stefan said. "That won't end well." "Let's go around it, then." Lydia suggested, standing up and stretching.
So many things were going through my mind I believed it would've exploded. I tried to divert my thoughts.
My heart skipped a beat. He was there, right in front of me.
"Get up!" Stefan was yelling to the others. Stefan ran over to Lydia. "Wake up!" he said, shaking her. "What?" Lydia murmured, opening her eyes. "They're here!" Stefan shrieked, waking the others.
I can hardly believe its come to hiding in alcoves as I wait for my prince charming to come, but as the figure approaches, I realize I'm on my own.
My eyes bust open. The room was fuzzy. Strange men in white coats whispering excitedly. I tried to remember what I was doing here. Why I had come here. As the room came into focus, I became panicked.
There's a little tiny mouse, That scampers round my house, With a little tiny walnut on its head; And from a tiny wire, It has fashioned eye attire, And it rides around upon a toy mo-ped.
He ran. Gaining speed, he daren't look back. Where were they. Maybe he had lost them, after all it was a very busy street. He was tempted into a quick glance over his shoulder. Nothing.
PART 6 Mrs. T parked up at the kerb. “Let’s get this over with then,” Stewart said, popping open the car door to climb out. “Wait,” said Mrs.
He put me in a gloomy small room. I thought I would stay for a very long time there. After a monent I was really bored and hungry. I looked at the clock, watching every second pass.
PART 3 Forcing himself to step forward he heard the muffled voice again. It was coming from the inside. The lid occasionally bounced with each new thud, rattling the catch that held it shut.
The wind rushed through my hair. I could feel my heart, and it felt like it was racing to get out. My head was dizzy and I was about to lose all hope.
Real life is better than TV.. From the office window we spy a middle aged man running towards the bus station. He seems anxious, looking back over his shoulder as if pursued. No pursuer can be seen.