Mei 's Speech - Original Writing

“Y/N, I have a bloody metal arm! He’s going to hate me, I can already feel it,” He spoke quickly, leaning sloppily on your kitchen counter.

Outside, the rain pours down onto the concrete. The splashes of the rain calms her down, but she grows more depressed. Her mom’s car is out in the distance, and she slowly paces to the passenger seat. The car ride home is dead silent. Elle stares outside the window with a blank expression on her face. She replays the moment of her falling in her mind over and over again.

The sky was still dark as I got out of my car in front of the school building. The winter morning was silent beyond the crunch of my boots in the snow and the howl of the wind. Immediately after stepping out from the shelter of my car, I was welcomed by the piercing wind, it was relentless. The door was about 30 feet away and had I not been scared of tripping I would’ve run to escape the cold. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and began my way to the front door. The air stung my eyes each time a gust passed, my nose began to run, and although I couldn’t see for myself, I’m sure most of my face had taken on a red color from the biting wind.

The snow was sticking to the window beside me, each flurry as individual and distinctive as a human fingerprint. I focused on the gloomy skies rather than the hospital towering intimidatingly before me. I closed my eyes as my sister stepped out of the car, quietly apologizing to me as she ventured deep into the snowfall. I knew at that moment that I needed to shed my childish ways and step into my new adult skin.

"I definitely shouldn't be here." Buffy talked through her teeth, breathing into Spikes ear over the din of the bar. For a fractional second he was reminded that usually he either bit or shagged or

Scrambling to her feet, Autumn darted into the chilly twilight air and felt the human slipping off of her like a snake shedding a skin. At once the smells hit her, the wet dirt, the bird sitting in a tree 200 yards away, the worker laying in one the tiny blue tents of the camp site. She felt empowered with her senses heightened and she stood majestically for a minute in the middle of the tents, taking in the rich forest smells. Then she loped off into the trees, breaking into a gallop. Strength surged through her muscles and she felt as if she could go anywhere and do anything. She closed her eyes for a moment to feel the wind rustling through her fur and the muddy ground race beneath her feet...and then she hit a

The leaf litter underneath crunched and crackled as Colette approached the border. She ducked beneath the lowest branches of the trees, maneuvered around the shrubbery that blocked her path. She closed her eyes when she felt the gust of cold air. Her feet dug into the soil, gaining small footholds as she carefully navigated through tricky foliage. Stray beams of moonlight dappled her shirt, and the eerie silence kept her focused—alert. She could hardly hear her own breath, but that was largely out of her own volition. She chose to hold her breath, exhaling slowly as her eyes scanned what had been in front of her.

Burying her head in her hands, she let her tears mingle into a puddle on her dark dress. The relentless wind howled around the house and the rain pattered roughly against the wood siding. A sudden rapping at the front door aroused Gwilan from her mournful meditations. Gwilan rose from her seat and opened the rugged green door. A young sopping girl stood timidly at the doorstep, her shining eyes gleaming with hope. Gwilan gasped and pulled the girl inside.

"So you have the teddy bear he gave you, the picture of you two, and the necklace while I have nothing? How is that fair?!?" He screamed suddenly with tears starting to slide down his cheek.

This event changes the course of the heroine’s future, one towards a world that had been shielded from her “delicate” eyes. The call to adventure catapults Mulan, now the cross-dressing Ping, into training against the invading Huns.

That girl is a real crowd pleaser Small world, all her friends know me Young bull livin' like an old geezer Release the cash, watch it fall slowly Frat girls still tryna get even Haters mad for whatever reason Smoke in the air, binge drinkin' They lose it when the DJ drops the needle Gettin' so cold I'm not blinkin' What in the world was I thinkin'?

Dark stormy clouds threatened the night sky as she snuck through the lit city. Meredith would not miss her, as she was asleep. Nothing but pure stubbornness drove Sarah into the biting windy storm. Pelting relentlessly, snow clouded her vision relentlessly as the blizzard began. Fear crept into her little heart as she realized she really was alone. Darkness surrounded her, no friend appeared in the snowy surroundings.

"Sorry to disappoint. The name 's..." he stopped talking when his eyes saw the slab of metal stuck in her. "Jerry," he said after his long pause of astonishment. He looked at for her a moment expecting her to reply, but when she didn 't say anything he decided to prompt her. "And you are...?"

Anna woke to sun light filtering through the cracks in the walls of the hut. Blinking to clear her sight, she could almost see daylight through the thin walls. Groaning, she pushed herself up and stretched her aching muscles. Her shoulder throbbed, but her improvised bandages had held up relatively well. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but she was still weak. She wished she’d paid more attention when her mother was trying to

She stuck close to the walls as she made her way over. Chips of gravel bit into her feet. A breeze swept through the courtyard that carried the smell of the Seine River as it went. The rows of windows on the far building flickered with light like a thousand eyes watching causing her to be so distracted that she stubbed her toe on a pick that seemed to be abandoned by a day worker. She closed her eyes trying to ignore her pain until it passed. Then she hobbled on until she reached he shadows of the scaffolding.