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"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

Jake moved in closer. “Most people wouldn’t pick sides. I’m lucky you did.” He stretched, offering a handshake. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

You never actually said your name out loud to anyone, and I'm not entirely sure how I managed to find it out in the first place. I'm sure it was through the whisper chains you hear every so often in this cafe. You have a soft voice you know, it's barely audible when you say things, it's not quite what I'd call gruff or gritty, it just has this sort of toughness. It's as though you've steadily built up a defence mechanism in your voice so people don't ask you things you'd rather not answer.

"Oh yeah? Just like you didn't want to hurt my best friend?" She paused for a moment to think of Lacey and then regained her composure. "Or when you threatened Nikki to spy on me?"

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

Charlton glanced at her worriedly. "You, all, right? You looked like you're going to sway."

He looked down at her, his eyes were wide and his breathing was irregular. “C-Can I...Text?” She nodded. “You about it....After I’ve thought about it more.” He rubbed his hands against his jeans

“Help” cried Lydia as she struggled with homework. “What, what happened?” Lydia’s mom asked. “Nothing, nothing happened I just cannot figure out how to do these math problems.” Lydia replied. “Oh I’m no good with math, maybe you should ask your father” her mom said. “DAD!” Lydia cried. “What?” he yelled from downstairs. “I need your help with something,” she replied. Lydia’s father came running up the stairs. “What is it,” he asked. “Math” she replied, “What kind?”, “Multiplying exponents” Lydia replied. “Oh I’m no good with that, maybe your mother could help.” her father said. “UGH!” cried Lydia.

If he could, the youth would have remained there for hours. The harsh words he spat out toward the entity was the only form of affection he could convey to a man as formal as his father was. The fashion of his character, the way he conducted himself, was one in which the fledgling lionized. Respect from his colleagues was something the man had in abundance, and Titus wanted this. He wanted to be above them all, to inspire fear in their beings with just as a flick of his wrist.

The sun penetrates the green leaves, leaving blotches on the wall behind my head. In my front porch oasis, I struggle to balance my plate of food on my lap and shield my eyes from the sun simultaneously. The sun is bright and the rest of my family are wearing their glasses. Mom and Lila sit on the swing in the corner and rest their plates on the arm rests. Lila swings the seat, moving her feet to the rhythm of the Grateful Dead.

“It’s my turn to use the bathroom!” Evan screeched while pounding his fist on the door.

Yang walked up to Blake and saw a small cut on her arm that was endlessly bleeding.

San-Tan cups her hands and breathes slowly. She regains her composure, looks at James with droopy eyes.