My cœur, coeur rate was untellable. All I can say is, it was fast. And I don't mean just as if toi finished a suspenseful movie ou anything like that. My cœur, coeur was racing as if I just ran 10 heart-throbbing, unforgivable miles.
The man jerked his hand forward, palm up, inches away from my face. But it was fuzzy, considering he was standing on the shattered glass that was my glasses.
"I'm not gonna tell toi again," he growled at me angrily, panting between each word, "Give me that BOX. toi don't want to know what happens if toi don't put it in my hands this very minute!" His voice raised louder, word-by-word, until he was shouting, his thick spit splashing onto my face. I held the box closely to my side. I heard a shrill, shaky voice screech "No!" I wasn’t surprised to discover it was my own.
The man (Who I will refer to as Moonscar from the crescent moon-shaped scar covering the left side of his face.) was about to slice me when a scream was heard behind him. He turned to a little girl with tears streaked down her face, her hazel eyes montrer unimaginable fear.
My sister.
"Nadette! Run away!" I heard the voice -- Oh, wait, MY voice -- screeched. She looked at me, past Moonscar's stare. Shouting at me, I could only hear the shouts and screams from all the other terrorism going on right now. OPEN IT, she had said.
She was right. What other choice do I have?
Moonscar immediately jerked his head back to me, knowing what I was about to do. He raised his sword to finish me off, but it was too late. My sweaty palms fumbled with the miniscule chest, and I opened it.
A dark violet aura burst out from this small chest. It headed straight towards me. Then. . . I felt this, strange sensation. . .
The last thing I saw was her beautiful face.
Smiling at me.
The man jerked his hand forward, palm up, inches away from my face. But it was fuzzy, considering he was standing on the shattered glass that was my glasses.
"I'm not gonna tell toi again," he growled at me angrily, panting between each word, "Give me that BOX. toi don't want to know what happens if toi don't put it in my hands this very minute!" His voice raised louder, word-by-word, until he was shouting, his thick spit splashing onto my face. I held the box closely to my side. I heard a shrill, shaky voice screech "No!" I wasn’t surprised to discover it was my own.
The man (Who I will refer to as Moonscar from the crescent moon-shaped scar covering the left side of his face.) was about to slice me when a scream was heard behind him. He turned to a little girl with tears streaked down her face, her hazel eyes montrer unimaginable fear.
My sister.
"Nadette! Run away!" I heard the voice -- Oh, wait, MY voice -- screeched. She looked at me, past Moonscar's stare. Shouting at me, I could only hear the shouts and screams from all the other terrorism going on right now. OPEN IT, she had said.
She was right. What other choice do I have?
Moonscar immediately jerked his head back to me, knowing what I was about to do. He raised his sword to finish me off, but it was too late. My sweaty palms fumbled with the miniscule chest, and I opened it.
A dark violet aura burst out from this small chest. It headed straight towards me. Then. . . I felt this, strange sensation. . .
The last thing I saw was her beautiful face.
Smiling at me.
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful jour outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna l’amour this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutes later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are toi ok? toi look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the jour gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutes later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna l’amour this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minutes later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are toi ok? toi look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the jour gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minutes later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.