At age ten my cœur, coeur was on fire. I didn’t know what to do. I was screaming in an abandon house. It was excruciating. I was twitchng, squirming, eyes bulging, and coughing up blood.
All I remember from what had happened to get to this was this:
“Okay Charlotte.” I laughed. “I’ll see toi tomorrow.”
I waved to my best friend and made my way down the sidewalk, away from the school I would never see again.
The clouds were blue and the birds were chant their best tunes. I skipped down the sidewalk, actually looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to seeing my new baby brother.
Even though he was the most annoying thing in the world, his disturbance couldn't even ruin the mood I was in. It felt as if I was floating along with everything falling into place perfectly for me. Today felt perfect.
Holding my school livres and skipping, I sang ‘Oh it’s a Wonderful Day’. A pebble skipped behind me as I skipped and sang, but I didn’t care to notice. The bushes moved, but again I didn’t care to notice. Finally footsteps were heard behind me and I stopped to listen.
The footsteps stopped.
I scowled thinking my head was messing with me and continued with my activities.
“Emma.” A scarce voice whispered behind me. I whipped my head around but no one was there. I decided not to sing ou skip and walk in silence.
“Emma.” The voice repeated. I looked again but no one was there. I picked up my pace, until I came upon the old Burden’s house. Legend has it that is haunted.
No one dared to go inside it.
People a dit if toi went inside it bad things would happen to toi and then toi come out a different person.
Once someone went inside and they disappeared. For five years. The finally they appeared again but they appeared in Alanta, Georgia. Five states away from mine.
I stared, gaping my mouth at the abandon house.
“Emma. Go inside the house.” The voice whispered. I whipped my head around.
“Is that voice crazy?” I thought. Then, as f it picked a good time, the rain started to pour down. The only dry and sûr, sans danger place was the house. Lightning flashed and I became scared that I would get shocked so stepped onto the porch.
I must have been crazy but my parents always told me to stay out of the rain and go to a sûr, sans danger place, no matter where was.
I opened the door to find a regular English home, it was a little dusty and creaky but it was okay. I stood there with my mouth open thinking ‘This house isn’t scary!’
I placed my bag down and stepped further into the house.
I heard a slam upstairs. I flinched then I started to turn to go when something blocked my way.
I gasped.
A lean tall pale man was standing in front of the front door.
“Hello Emma.” He said.
“Um how do toi know my name?” I looked around confused.
“I know lot about toi Emma.” he a dit quietly.
He slowly inched is way towards me opening his mouth with every step. I suddenly realized why people never came out the same.
Why they appeared to be different ou disappeared for years.
I knew right now was that i was dealing with something plus powerful than me. Who knew what other creatures got to the people that walked in here.
My eyes widened when I saw his teeth...
they were fangs.
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So what did toi think? Tips are accepted.
All I remember from what had happened to get to this was this:
“Okay Charlotte.” I laughed. “I’ll see toi tomorrow.”
I waved to my best friend and made my way down the sidewalk, away from the school I would never see again.
The clouds were blue and the birds were chant their best tunes. I skipped down the sidewalk, actually looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to seeing my new baby brother.
Even though he was the most annoying thing in the world, his disturbance couldn't even ruin the mood I was in. It felt as if I was floating along with everything falling into place perfectly for me. Today felt perfect.
Holding my school livres and skipping, I sang ‘Oh it’s a Wonderful Day’. A pebble skipped behind me as I skipped and sang, but I didn’t care to notice. The bushes moved, but again I didn’t care to notice. Finally footsteps were heard behind me and I stopped to listen.
The footsteps stopped.
I scowled thinking my head was messing with me and continued with my activities.
“Emma.” A scarce voice whispered behind me. I whipped my head around but no one was there. I decided not to sing ou skip and walk in silence.
“Emma.” The voice repeated. I looked again but no one was there. I picked up my pace, until I came upon the old Burden’s house. Legend has it that is haunted.
No one dared to go inside it.
People a dit if toi went inside it bad things would happen to toi and then toi come out a different person.
Once someone went inside and they disappeared. For five years. The finally they appeared again but they appeared in Alanta, Georgia. Five states away from mine.
I stared, gaping my mouth at the abandon house.
“Emma. Go inside the house.” The voice whispered. I whipped my head around.
“Is that voice crazy?” I thought. Then, as f it picked a good time, the rain started to pour down. The only dry and sûr, sans danger place was the house. Lightning flashed and I became scared that I would get shocked so stepped onto the porch.
I must have been crazy but my parents always told me to stay out of the rain and go to a sûr, sans danger place, no matter where was.
I opened the door to find a regular English home, it was a little dusty and creaky but it was okay. I stood there with my mouth open thinking ‘This house isn’t scary!’
I placed my bag down and stepped further into the house.
I heard a slam upstairs. I flinched then I started to turn to go when something blocked my way.
I gasped.
A lean tall pale man was standing in front of the front door.
“Hello Emma.” He said.
“Um how do toi know my name?” I looked around confused.
“I know lot about toi Emma.” he a dit quietly.
He slowly inched is way towards me opening his mouth with every step. I suddenly realized why people never came out the same.
Why they appeared to be different ou disappeared for years.
I knew right now was that i was dealing with something plus powerful than me. Who knew what other creatures got to the people that walked in here.
My eyes widened when I saw his teeth...
they were fangs.
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So what did toi think? Tips are accepted.
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will toi marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I a dit yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a liste of what I already know
Marriage List:
rendez-vous amoureux, date __
time __
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nourriture __
dj __
cake testing __
bridal douche __
center pieces __
bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __
Marriage List:
rendez-vous amoureux, date __
time __
place __
nourriture __
dj __
cake testing __
bridal douche __
center pieces __
bouquets __
dress shopping __
shoe shopping __
makeup shopping __
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in l’amour with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen ou read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my cœur, coeur begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
ou logical
Though l’amour rarely is
I can’t make my cœur, coeur stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one jour we could share
A l’amour that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen ou read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my cœur, coeur begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
ou logical
Though l’amour rarely is
I can’t make my cœur, coeur stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one jour we could share
A l’amour that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 an old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( plus like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i a dit " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he a dit " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he a dit " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new