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Sorry guys. This chapter is a bit boring|| Uggg. I should have known that she would be here. What was I expecting. What's worse is that Connor is here too. I just want to go home. "Hey guys.
School can be a horrible place. No, school is a horrible place.
I walk outside and the cool breeze brushes across me. I love Fall. I go into our backyard and go down to the stream. I shove my cold hands into my pockets. It's like twenty degrees out here.
You call me. 'Miss Perfection'. Flirt, hug. Love and affection. Ask for my number. You get disappointed. But not discouraged. At the moment. Ask again. Ask me why. 'Cause I chose so.
"What do you mean by 'Your boyfriend'?" "Well he was my boyfriend. He broke up with me thirty minutes ago. Now I see why." We stare at each other for a long while. Connor comes back.
You idiot. What did you do that for. I can't help but wind her up. She's really cute when she's mad at me. For that moment when she's mad at me she's thinking about me and only me.
The night hosted a fight by a tavern In old Denmark called the Gasping Dragon. In the brawl were two women of similar class, One was a farmer, held an amulet of brass.
When we get on the dance floor, it's packed with people. We look around and finally find a corner that we could dance in. We mainly just sway our bodies.
"Emma. It's okay. Stop your worrying. He is probably not that mad," I tell myself. I'm freaking out. I don't know why Josh wants me down here, but what if he is mad.
9-Ally ~Ally's POV~ “Just his behavior in general, lately, ticks me off,” I was telling my best friends, Emily and Jenna.
The fourth bell rings at last. I jump out of my chair and rush over to my locker. I put in the combination and cram all my books into it. Why do we need so many books?.
Greed once again reared its ugly head. Planted in the mind of a woman riches led. Reaping fruits from true of heart. Discarding friendships with no regard. People once cherished, years lovingly spent.
Part 1 I could handle the stench of the classroom, I could even handle the thousands of people bumping into each other in the hall.
A boy. At first, I didn't know what was so special about him, but when I looked closer I recognised him from somewhere...yes.
(Based on real life, yesterday) I walked through the doors of my school, the usual yellow walls, flowers on the windows, crafted by little children, everyone I knew was in crowds of boys and girls, I...
#youngwritershousehold Whispering a secret, Forbidden to be shared, Whispering a secret, Answers are declared Whispering a secret, Looking cautiously around, Whispering a secret, Hoping no one...
I woke up with a shout from Leo. "I don't wanna!" I heard Leo scream from outside. The door in front of my bed was half open.
This is a fight that I didn't want to enter. This is a miserable story of how you wanted to be in the center. The only feelings you care about are your own.
Miss Missile - look at you, All gorgeous and glorious Turn on charms and tempers Always victorious Self-styled cutey, belle from hell. A toss of the head, wilful pout. OMG.
This story starts in seventh grade. It might be a mushy love story, so be warned. First thing is that I have a dog. Now, you may be like " Big deal!" but she's the one who brought this together.
An organization is like a tree full of monkeys, all on different limbs at different levels. Some monkeys are climbing up, some down. The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces.
It had been a long day at school. Classes seemed like they were never going to end and my teachers seemed to pick today to explain to me all my flaws. Just another typical day in high school I guess.
Chapter 4 - Indy Syrian's bar was only a little place on the 'rough' end of town. The main bar bit was a medium sized room at the front but that's not where we went.
Since you liked the last one, I've decided to share another :-), unfortunately I don't know that many. This one I remember was told to me by my uncle when I was about 14ish.