What Do You Think Liam?

“1,2,3,4..5,6,7,8,” Counted Jaime’s cheer coach. “Okay great practice everyone I will see you all next week you are all dismissed.” As Bailey approaches Jaime she exclaimed,” Oh my goodness I wish I could be as on point as you, you always hit every count perfectly. I don’t think I will ever make the team.” “Oh trust me you defiantly will if you keep working hard each and every day,” Quoted Jaime. …

day of school, he was met in the hallway by Liam Strauss and his friends, Isaac Johnson and Oliver Davidson. Liam shoved Billy with surprising strength into the locker nearest to him. “What’d you do that for?”, Billy cried. Liam responded with “You have been getting on my nerves since the beginning of the year, you stupid brat. And me and my friends are tired of it.” Liam shoved Billy against the locker when he tried to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?

the fifth time, Liam decided to make camp for the night. They found a small opening in the woods and began to make camp. During the running from the city everyone’s bags were dropped except for Niall’s. “What are we going to sleep on?” Harry yawned. He could barely keep his eyes open. Who knew summoning tornadoes could be so tiring? “I’ll make an Earth hut around us again” Liam answered raising the ground protectively around the lads. “Are you guys okay with sleeping together?” Liam questioned. He

that was actually her. “What do you think?” Portalte asked. “I’m- I’m not myself anymore.” Alia responded. “Hey, guess what day it is.” He edged. “What day is it?” Alia asked. “It’s January 3rd. It’s time to meet my son.” He replied, “Come with me.” “Um, okay?” Alia was confused. They stood outside of a black chariot and waited. “What are we waiting for?” “Him.” Portalte simply pointed. Prince Liam stepped out of the chariot and Alia suddenly remembered him. She and Liam were teens in high school

Liam woke up late one night to his phone ringing. Groaning he turned on the lamp and grabbed his phone from the night stand. Who was calling him at this ungodly hour? Liam shielded his eyes from the light. After a couple of seconds Liam’s eyes finally adjusted to the brightness. He looked down at his phone and saw Zayn was calling him. Zayn had left the On The Road Again Tour for a short period of time saying he was stressed. Liam grew worried as he answered the phone. “Hey Zayn” Liam said, his

Liam made his way into the dimly lit conference room. A long wooden table sat in the middle of the chamber. Chairs surrounded it, Liam picked one and took a seat. The concrete walls echoed the sound as it squeaked, the only two people to hear it were him and the director. The director seemed to be doing his own thing, not even acknowledging Liam's presence “You called me down sir?” Liam felt tense as a wave of anxiety entered his body, whenever they “needed to talk” it never turned out well.

see Liam standing there with a box “ merry christmas “ he said “ you shouldn’t have gotten me anything” I told him “just open the box” he said and there was a ring made of gold with little snowflakes around it, “ it’s beautiful but why would you get me this “ I ask him “ the ring is made from a special type of gold and the snowflakes represents the times we have been together” he tells me. “It’s lovely thank you but I have gotten anything for you” I tell him , “ it’s okay the best gift you could

soon as I heard it, many emotions hit me. Fear and sadness were the biggest. I had a feeling that he had escaped, but now it was confirmed. Harry 's quiet whispers of reassurance seemed to go through one ear and out the other, I couldn 't comprehend what he was saying. I felt like I did at the incident, I heard his voice in my ear, the ropes burning my wrists, his hands touching me. "I-I need to b-be a-alone for a w-while" I said softly. I love the feeling of his body so close to mine, but right

trying to go un noticed, hoping Liam isn't here today. But, just as she walks down the main hall of the high school, holding her books close to her chest, she is slammed against the lockers hard. Her books fall and her eyes go wide in pain. Liam smiles at her fragile state, pinning her against the lockers. "Hello Ocean. Hoping I wasn't going to be here today? You can't get rid of me that easy," he says. Mrs. Fetch, the history teacher, comes out of her room, seeing Liam pinning Ocean to the lockers

about in a positive way because the way that the story puts it makes it feel like the depression that people face after the death of a love a loved one is feels like less of a problem to overcome and more of a part of the cycle that lead to happiness. Liam: I feel as if the author has a very skewed understanding of happenings, I mean a skewed perception of happiness. I also feel less that she is happy and that she is more resigned to sadness. Ted: Even in the end, because she seems to grow a little