Ned pulled his arm from Lysa Tully's tight grip. "I' sure she's just getting ready." Ned said. "Then why isn't she answering me!" Lysa asked, panic written over her face. Her hands pulling on her blue dress. "Look, I'll go and talk to the grounds keeper about keys. Alright?" Ned tells her before walking off. "Okay, but hurry." The girl says as he turns to leave. Ned walks quickly outside to search for the man. The wedding was to start in five minutes and all the guests had arrived and Brandon was standing in front of the alter with Ben and Edmure waiting for the wedding to start. "Ned! What's going on?" Lyanna yells after him, pulling her dress up revealing the boots she wears under her dress. "Catelyn isn't answering the door and it's locked. So I'm looking for the keeper, have you seen him?" Ned asks. Lyanna just shakes her head, falling very unladylike into the chair. Pulling the skirt of her dress into her lap, sighing as she puts her boots on the table. "So is this happening or not?" Lyanna asks with the dramatics only a seventeen year old could muster. "Of course." Ned says not mustering up much conviction. "Funny. I thought Brandon would be the one with wedding jitters. But I guess if you have so many side projects it isn't as terrifying." Lyanna mutters as she texts someone on her cell phone. Ned growls only slightly and walks away before Lyanna can start interrogating him. Ned can't see anyone outside except for the driver who's leaning against the limi
“Why don't you change out of those clothes, the skirt's seen better days,” she says, allowing her gaze to travel the length of my body.
“I am not too sure,” she said quietly. “I have not been able to examine her or speak to her about that.”
“Weslyn, you’re going right?” She asked while trying to hold in her giddiness long enough to hold a conversation.
Artemis walks over to his box so that just his shoes are visible. He carefully slips them out and
Gwaine walked inside and set up at the dining table, whipping out his belt dagger and carving up the meat. "All yours! But I need a little more light in here. And while you're at it, start talking about that woman."
She walks down the stairs as silently as she can, avoiding the creaky spots she has sounded all
“Um Xavian I’m starting to think that this is a bad idea !” Alina says a little scared
"so you're leaving?" autumn asks playing with with her bracelet looking at the ground. Could this get any more awkward? the air buzzes with quite Christmas carols on the old radio behind her.
“I don’t know about this. I mean, I don’t know anybody, and I have no idea who’s going to be there.” I said, nervously.
“It just seems that your roommate, Gil, has been upset since my brother dumped him last fall” Annabeth replies.
Looking back on life, there are many little moments that stand out. Some, more than others, have shaped you in a way that changed the trajectory of your life. These moments can be anything, walking left may have saved you from being mugged, choosing the wrong car can get you stranded in the middle of nowhere. These little choices and events have a way of forming how we are going to live our lives. There are days that are more important than others, however, for me only one comes to mind. The day my little sister, Emily, was born is the most important day of my existence, this day altered my life for the better.
It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.
"Jared, do you hear that?" Gemma tensed, staring at the stairs. "Someone is coming towards the door."
L straights her both legs on the rug for a few seconds then folds her knees and touches her slippers’ lace.
“Well, Julian, since you love Lia Bailey so much, you can always find her at Witch Central or whatever the hell she and her mother call their spellcraft store in Manhattan. They probably concocted the whole scheme together.”