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"A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can.
-TIFFANY- The journey home was a quiet one. It felt almost dangerous as Nate drove a lot slower than usual, constantly gazing at the picture of the scan on the dashboard.
Short yet effective ;) •Chapter 19 - I Won't Judge You• •Ammi• I picked off stray pieces of pasta and pizza from my shoulders, looking at my messy self in the bathroom mirror.
Warning!. This may cause offence by way of god, swearing and "racist" content. If you cannot handle truth and honesty, don't f'ing read it!.
Chapter 10 BREAKING THE NEWS: I had nothing to do till nine, so I gazed out my window waiting for him-Zack- to come.
When I was younger I had the chance To visit the South of France For me at seventeen Europe was unseen So with my first big pay advance...
Chapter 8 Break Surprisingly, I was first to arrive at school today, I was usually one of the last. It was depressing, walking round on my own, kicking pebbles, with no laughter or fun.
Sorry it's been ages and is not exactly long.. Chapter 2 BROKEN HEART: "Jesus Ivory. You got that old piece of junk to look that awesome?!" Justin gazed, as I pulled up in the driveway. "Yeah.
Not sure if this is any good, but I really wanted to continue it. 08/05/12 I'm going to stay at Heather's for a bit.
After about half an hour, with 27 doors smashed, we decided to have a break, our feet filled with aches, sores, pains and blisters.
Chapter 10 We took the school bus. He didn't say a thing about his car. " what do you want to do?" he asked. " finish the project and you are having dinner with us tonight". It was a surprise.
I think the location below proves exactly how I'm feeling right now. I did some power writing on the plane though, instead of sleeping, and some serious thinking. Might post my thought trail in a bit.
Part 1. "So, how old did you say you were again?" "17," I lied, no traces of doubt. "Great," he winked. The boy, 19 or 20 at most, leaned in close and I caught the alcohol on his breath.
My mouth gaped open in shock. How could this be. I thought to myself starting to get upset, do I want a child this early on in my life. I'm sixteen for goodness sake.
I rummaged in the debris of my display cabinet until I finally found what I was looking for; an ancient, huge tome, the title 'Bestiarum Daemn' imprinted in faded gold leaf on the cover.
Warning!. Very dark and somewhat disturbing!.
Opuss is dead; long live Opuss. A transitional time creating a fuss. The old are not out but the new are now in. The war of the words is a fight we can't win.
Chapter 12: I hadn't been to the shop as regularly as I usually did and was missing it terribly.
Chapter 2 SOCIAL LIFE: "Ha. Cleo. Those people are staring at you!" Dan chuckled. I glanced up at a group of amazing students, all very young looking, however still my age.
Chapter 2: Past Starts (Part 2) Denny The photo showed me about fifteen years ago when I was only sweet sixteen.
Part 1 *^*^*^*^* I trudged to school through the noisy mud. Why did it rain so much in England.
"What's with all the racket?" Joe mumbled, stumbling into Tiffany's room where she had slept alone that night.
I awoke with a start, page stuck to my face. Heavy eyes threatening to close the world from me, with an effort I stood; shovelling books into my arms half-heartedly.
As we were getting off the plane, Lucy and I chattered excitedly about the dance which later that night. Adam and Tom were walking ahead of us talking.