Escapin’ da Dome “That’s RIDICULOUS!” Violet screamed across the table. “You cannot expect me to just sit in the car while you guys do all the fun stuff!” “We don’t want you getting hurt..or worse…” Owen trailed off. “Please I’m begging you.” Violet whined at Owen. “Fine.” Luke’s husky voice spoke up. “Let’s watch her regret her choice later.” he mumbled under his breath. Violet rolled her eyes at Luke, frustrated that he and Owen were holding her back, once again. As she silently cursed them in her head, the decrepit door swung open and collided with the wall, surely leaving another scuff along with all the others Natasha had left. “I could hear you crazies arguing all the way from the car, just give the poor girl something to do this time. You never let her get in on any of the action.” suggested Natasha, …show more content…
She and Natasha had been friends since birth, Natasha’s mother and Violet’s were friends since high school, resulting in their friendship. At first Natasha and Violet hated each other, but over the years they learned to get along. Natasha was the one who told Violet about the government and the Dome, in second grade. Natasha found out from Luke, a boy in their class. Everyone in the Dome knew, but usually they found out later in life, not as adolescent. Luke knew because his father happened to work in the government. And one day he told Natasha during snack time, who told Violet. Owen came along when the three were in eighth grade. All four of them shared the dream of leaving the Dome and being free from all the rules the government had, wanting nothing more than to make their own decisions. Which is why they escaped from their parents at the age of sixteen, and went away to the first hide away spot, plotting the first escape effort. Which failed epically. Now they were onto the eighth hide away spot, and the eighth escape plan, age
" No, I'm sorry Lily, I am not," but Lilly wouldn't have it, she ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. Stefan let out a heavy sigh as the dust fell in the sunlight from the ceiling.
She flipped her annoyingly red hair at him then stormed away. Eli slammed the door after her, relishing in the loud bang it made.
As soon as they walked out the door Beth started to talk,“ So what kind of trouble do you want to get into tonight? Or do you want to just walk right back to Daddy and be a good girl.” She laughed.
Marlene snorted. “No wonder Lily thinks you're arrogant. You act like Pettigrew would die without you telling him what to do.”
“I think you chose well,” he replied. “She is dominant as is to be expected. She also possesses strength of will.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who isn’t inviting me. You are just jealous of my relationship with honda,” she continued.
Have you ever wondered what it like getting yelled at in spanish when you don’t know it and you are in El Tapatio? That’s a pretty odd question to ask and it was an odd situation to be in because i’ve been in it. It’s very weird how you would even get in that situation but sure enough i’ve been in it. This is the story about how a man named Hayden Scott got yelled at in spanish and was in El Tapatio
Carter stares at her for a moment, a look of warning, testing her. He sighs again, looking back down and picking off another piece of cookie. His eyes calm. “Until we’re married,” he begins, “it’s not our decision. It’s
“The choice is not whether or not you want to move but with who you'll be moving with” she replied.
"Look... I'm just a mom, okay? With two kids and I got into all of this and I don't know how to get out," Riley muttered. "But none of this was supposed to happen..."
Luke’s demeanor turned panicky, “It’s a long story… I need to talk to you professor.”
Rebecca scoffed “You have to make a decision, we will have fun with them later,” she said
“Nah, you know, Josh, I’m not all that into just staying here.” She gave the impression that she wanted to go.
“Do I have a choice?” she asked, taking a drag from a cigarette and doing him the courtesy of
Lukas could feel the tears streaming down in face, his stoic composure long gone. There had been a fight- another fight, and a slammed door. Now he was left in his shared apartment, trying to wrap his head around what had happened.