A Short Story Of The Chapter

He grabbed the swivel chair from the desk and wheeled it towards the bed. He didn’t get too close, just close enough so Nick could hear him.

Opening the dorm room looking down both ends of the hall ways they were empty turning back to go to bed creaking started. Caroline turned back around heading

“Right sorry, babies. Even more reason I can’t be too stressed out. I told you I have a lot going on…” Louis stops mid-sentence. “How did you know I was having twins?” Louis gets up, backing away from Harry, genuinely creeped out. He remembers Zayn saying something about pepper spray in one of the kitchen drawers.

Booker tilted his head to one side, his top lip curling into something resembling a smile. But the twisted caricature only heightened Tom’s unease, and the young officer flattened his body against the wall, his palms leaving traces of sweat on the nicotine stained paint.

Out of frustration, he fires the gun. The bullet hits me in the left shoulder towards my chest. It feels like being badly burnt, that's way to put it. I wince as it throbs painfully. Jackie screams at the top of her lungs. I fall over on the ground to look like he gave me a pernicious wound. I could latently die.I'm lying on the velvet carpet , bleeding and all that runs throughout my mind is the same words. Crap, I really liked this shirt. I'm wearing a really cute white halter top now stained with my red DNA juice. I officially hate blood. He, the gunmen (let's call him Steve,) fire six bullets in the air. Steve is now most certainly the most irrelevant person I know. Steve, if you're reading this, you suck and so does your timing. God, everything hurts. I'm just here, waiting to go any minute now and that's when the police and the paramedics

Albus pulled at his beard. “I dislike how he showed, but happy he did. I also remember a similar occurrence birthing a great Auror twenty years ago; let’s hope like father, like son. So, what did Ronald Weasley say for himself?”

They walked in the house and all went to their separate rooms. Calliope’s room was just down the hall from Quinn’s, so they walked up together.

Throwing and pushing all the boxes and clothes piles on to the path behind him trying to buy time to get further from the suited men. Through this panicking moment Bellamy’s heart started to race and he starting to sweat his mind going through all sorts of options of how to get away, but the only one he could think of was the front door, which was in the hole other direction that Bellamy was

“Gosh, someone's mad,” I said in a mocking voice. We ignored each other for a while, but then noticed he was walking very slowly behind me. “ZAC!” I yelled to get his attention.

He mumbled a small thank you before he began to clean his face. His hands still shook slightly. He knew Niall noticed. He didn’t want the boy's pity though. That was the last thing he wanted.

“Mornin’ love, have a bit of a rough night?” A voice chuckled from beside him. Harry had to wait for his eyes to shift into focus. He could feel the chuckle roll through the boy beside him.

“Blake listen to me. As long as I’m around I’m not going to let anything happen to you okay?” Jack reassures me. He crouches down to pull me into his embrace. “Okay first thing you’re going to do is pack up our luggage.” He pulls my small body up with his. I barely manage to nod. “When you’re finished we’ll go to my place and I’ll pack.”

Theta forced his body to hurry, despite Fivey's objections. After a few scrambled steps, the duo made it to the exit. The Edwardian man stepped forward and pushed open the large door. The sunlight almost stung their eyes, it was so bright. The building hardly had any light, so they had sort of forgotten what it was like to be in actual light.

“Quiet!” he yells “I believe whoever has the gun has the power to tell people what to do.” I snap.

Everyone is going in different directions, Ossian is checking locks on windows and doors. Shouts and blurbs of conversations are heard from around the house. Ossian enters his his room.