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"It's nice here ya know. We don't have to leave." I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself, my sister and I had always been dreamers. "You know they're already looking for us, Lucy...
He sat near me in most lessons and when ever I looked around his eyes would be staring straight at me as he gave a cheesy grin, I rushed home excitedly, was this a date.
Part 2 Until I met Freddie. Freddie's the headmistresses son. The boarding school I currently go to is an all girls school...... BORING!.
1) Say liar after everything they say. 2) Pretend to burst into tears, and when they ask why, say you thought of their wife/husband. 3) Debate with them whether you should be punished or not.
(Teacher explaining notes) Girl: OMG UNLESS YOUR NAME IS GOOGLE STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!!!!.
My dad wrote this for my brothers jake (18) for his 13th birthday.My dad is a bit of poet. So enjoy.
I knew what it was. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to think that I was holding one in my hands. I closed my eyes and retracted my arm, still holding it. I opened my eyes.
As Rob rushed after the van, he felt anxious, nervous, worried and guilty. He'd forgotten about her not knowing anyone and look what had happened, she'd been abducted ... And it was his fault.
In a distance land there was a young boy called Soren who lived in a kingdom where mystical creature didn't exist. USoren lived with his mum called Summer. Summer work with a bad boss who hated Soren.
My life has gotten so damn boring. The audience in my head is snoring. I have no energy to do exciting things. I just want to see something changing. Everything is so consistent.
Sunny again, it won’t last. Whilst I'm not a fan of the rain, this humid weather makes me lazier than usual.
So I was sitting in what was called the sharing circle.. I felt like a stupid child. Honestly. We're fifteen and we are being forced to sit in a sharing circle.
Chapter 2. Fake or real Mum and Dad. I slowly opened the door and crept downstairs into the living room. Lucas was sitting on one of the black velvet sofas: crying.
"So Ally, what have you done this time?" the principle asked. "Why is that that same question you ask me each time I come in her?" I asked. "Kids just don't show up here because they can.
The door slammed behind me with a sharp bang. Crap, I thought. Mum's going to kill me.
That was the last time I ever saw Jake... Until now. He grinned weaving his hands through his scruffy brunette side fringe.
"So what did you want to tell me?" Elly whispered. "Wait..." I said and went to the door to check that my brothers weren't anywhere to be seen.
I warmed up quickly, but wanted to stay in Jude's arms for as long as possible. He smelled so good, a musky, soapy sweet smell.
The world is monotonous these days. The teachers at my school all have the same opinions on students but we'll get to that later.