Amerie sat at her table, staring at a young man who sat directly opposite from her. He wore a black suit with a black and white mask covering his face. She turned around to seek her best friend Jen, smiling at her. Amerie then turned back around to see that the man had disappeared. The feel of someones breath suddenly blew on her neck. As she turned around, she saw the man standing behind her with his hand out. "Would toi like to dance" asked the man politely. "I'd l’amour to" Amerie replied, taking his hand.
As they danced under the sparkle of the disco ball, the energy of the night was exstatic. Romance drifted through the room, as the man whisperred in Amerie's ear "May I ask what your name is?" he questioned, holding on to her tightly around the waist. "It's Amerie. And toi might be?" she replied, as she ran her fingers through his hair. "My name is Jason" he responded frantically. "Whats wrong. toi seem worried" she asked, curiously. "Quickly come this way. We should go outside" pleaded Jason as he grabbed Amerie's arm and pulled her across the ballroom out into the peak of night.
"Okay we're sûr, sans danger now" Jason a dit calmly. Amerie looked up at Jason and stared into his beautiful, brown eyes as she then noticed a black shadow standing right behind Jason. Amerie gasped and pointed her finger in the direction that Jason was in. As Jason turned around, another man appeared from the shadow and kicked him against the wall. While Jason tried getting up, the man picked Jason up par the front of his black veste and threw him across to the balcony bars. As Jason laid on the ground barely concious, the man walked over and pulled off a collier that was wrapped around his neck. Several secondes later, Jason's body turned into a large, brown hawk and flew off into the night sky. "He can't hurt toi now that he has no necklace" spoke the man as he stuck the collier into his back pocket. "He was gonna hurt me?" Amerie questioned as she stared in curiousity. The man rose his head and looked Amerie sharply in the eye before he walked into the darkness of the balcony and disappeared.
As they danced under the sparkle of the disco ball, the energy of the night was exstatic. Romance drifted through the room, as the man whisperred in Amerie's ear "May I ask what your name is?" he questioned, holding on to her tightly around the waist. "It's Amerie. And toi might be?" she replied, as she ran her fingers through his hair. "My name is Jason" he responded frantically. "Whats wrong. toi seem worried" she asked, curiously. "Quickly come this way. We should go outside" pleaded Jason as he grabbed Amerie's arm and pulled her across the ballroom out into the peak of night.
"Okay we're sûr, sans danger now" Jason a dit calmly. Amerie looked up at Jason and stared into his beautiful, brown eyes as she then noticed a black shadow standing right behind Jason. Amerie gasped and pointed her finger in the direction that Jason was in. As Jason turned around, another man appeared from the shadow and kicked him against the wall. While Jason tried getting up, the man picked Jason up par the front of his black veste and threw him across to the balcony bars. As Jason laid on the ground barely concious, the man walked over and pulled off a collier that was wrapped around his neck. Several secondes later, Jason's body turned into a large, brown hawk and flew off into the night sky. "He can't hurt toi now that he has no necklace" spoke the man as he stuck the collier into his back pocket. "He was gonna hurt me?" Amerie questioned as she stared in curiousity. The man rose his head and looked Amerie sharply in the eye before he walked into the darkness of the balcony and disappeared.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits par Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to déplacer tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a feu earlier, and let me tell toi journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the feu ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits par Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to déplacer tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a feu earlier, and let me tell toi journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the feu ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a arbre
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the haut, retour au début toi see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this jour those who were near a dit it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
suivant chapter "The pookie Returns"
left front clockwise: Charlie,Alice,Hollie,Connor and Jon
