The Dangers Of The City Of Retalia

Why are u here and what’s your name?” asks John. “My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City, and I’m here because I fell off my yacht and ended up coming here,” says Rainsford. “How did u get out of the basement?” asks Rainsford. One name came out of Johns mouth,

"Alright I'll tell you, but first my name is Eren. The girl in the red scarf is Mikasa. What about your name."

Tim pointed at the tattoo. “He's a scout. They find new colonies for the Lawless to raid.”

“I do.” Ulrich patted his calf, to which his knives were strapped. “You have your hand axe, I see.”

“Now..now, my fellow brothers how about whoever grabs it first can take it? Fighting each other won’t do us any good.” The pursuer feigned a smile.

“There has to be another way.” Walker sounds pissed. Swearing and shouting into his phone, poor Logan must be getting a killer headache.

were unloaded one by one. When we were all off of the train we were put in groups family

At the mere age of 3, I took my first steps into the big bustling city of Chicago. It was a warm sunny day at daycare and the caretakers let us go outside after lunch. Usually, an elementary school kid’s favorite time of the day is recess, but me, not so much.

“And a pack of them can do even more. There’s a reason why cooperation within individuals is so common among animals. It’s useful. I doubt the hellhounds would have been any threat at all, if you were just facing off against one.”

For the first time in weeks I had a corn tortilla. What was once commonplace had become a strong reminder of home. I thought to myself, “That’s odd…I haven’t had a tortilla in ages. Why don’t we have tortillas every night?” That’s when it hit me. Things weren’t the same. I was no longer at [deleted] High School with a fairly homogeneous crowd, living under my conservative parent’s roof. Instead, I was in a different place, with new people and

All the grass had long been scorched brown, and the sands felt like live coals to the feet. Evergreen trees wore a dusty coat of brown.”

“I brought a few things with me from the bedroom,” he explained conversationally, as if he wasn't slowly curling a finger into Cloud at that exact moment. “I thought they might come in handy.”

She studied him, her eyes running over his form. “The way you handled yourself with those men was particularly telling. You could have drawn your weapon, but you did not. You are either sure of yourself, or ... .”

I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

The alarm clock buzzed loudly beside my ear. Feeling like a gong that was being hit repeatedly was placed right beside my head. I sluggishly pulled myself out of my bed and dragged myself to my closet. The words, first day of school moaned ghastly in my head. Summer was uneventful and school was just going to be hell. I picked out an old, worn out flannel and a pair of jeans to wear. Not rushing at all, I struggled to put the raggedy clothes on. They smelt like horrendous lies and rumors. Exactly what this state and my school are built on.