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Jumping to the stage, I saw. All the royals watching me. If I miss a word, nowhere to go. No place to hide, no place to flee. Marie watched with glittering eyes. Like beacons in her beaded head.
I was in my room shedding tears I have been holding all breakfast time. I was blowing my nose when I heard a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I asked, making no effort to sound proper.
By Miscellaneous The Nobleman paused. People crowded around him and the Peasant. Oh, that peasant. He had been so rude as to not dress according to his social status.
The end of a journey was always the hardest part for Winthorpe, the third Earl of Ramsbottom.
Benson. Fetch my walking shoes. The time has come to act. Elections are a travesty, I can't abide these facts.
#opussweeklychallenge. There are goblins and pixies. And warlocks and witches. There are fairies and trolls. And dragons and wizards. There are frogs that fly. And trees that can walk.
Sweep after sweep, my head felt as dirty as the mop drenched in its own dirt. My back ached from bending so low, and so did my self confidence.
Here's the deal. My life is shit. I mean, after going to University you would think I have a n amount of money. But instead I find myself in a pretty awkward situation.
If you could know how much I earn I'm sure to see you blush. To earn the stripend that I do.
Get off your high horse before I knock you off, you snotty cow. You will learn a lesson in mannors and it's starts right now. Don't you dare look down at others you snobby old trout.
Chapter 11 He comes closer to me soaking wet with extended arms. "No stop!" I giggle jumping back. "Not my dress.
*Strong Language* Who the fuck d'you think you are Touching up my ass. Your Gucci suit and DB9 Don't mean you're born with class I guess you thought all of that would impress me.
Two friends sat playing together on the mossy grass, next to the cold refreshing river. One boy in a tattered, old leather tunic, the other in a rich, smooth velvet coat.
Pale yellow light of the evening struck the flooded pavement, turning the already filthy rain water to a murkier brown by the minute.
"Have you been watching me?" he says awkwardly "Um, no." I just had to get my uhm... Camera I left here yesterday." "Lemme see your camera then." he demands Stupid, I don't have a camera.
Cold, wet, tired... Running from the fire. Looking back he sees the red glow, And his soul is darkened by his woe. He has nothing left to live for now his children are gone.
& @aleishagayle20 Thanks Aleisha for being tonight's muse. "Roll Up, Roll Up!. Read all about it!. The Chavs are in our towns. Lock up your valuables They are scavenging around.
I'm beginning to think the left wing losers of Britain are just trying to annoy the upper classes with this ban.