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Running, with no stop, not even too look back. He climbs onto a ladder leaning against the house. He finally gets a second and he looks back to see nothing but darkness, he reaches in his pocket and finds 4 crumpled one dollar bills and a five dollar bill. Checks his other pocket and found his father's knife. The street lights shined on it and there appeared to be a dry blood stain. Just then he looks out to the street and see’s that dark figure again, without motion it just stands there staring

prints was gone by the wind rearranging the sand. They knocked on the door and Chris Marks let them in to look over the camera. He let them into the footage room and walked out back into the main room of the Tower House. They took about 3 hours going over the camera but they never seen anybody go in or out the door to the Tower House about the time he told them he did. You could tell the look they gave to each other they expected someone was lying. About at 12:15 pm they seen another clue, a man was

her. She had such a big responsibility that she didn't have any time for anyone, not even for her self to enjoy. "Oh let it not be brown! Prayed Missy. I want a scarlet dress! A lace dress in the sort of red that makes your eyes swim when you look t its that's what I want!".brown," Drusilla finished at last, and sighed"(Pg.51). She wanted a brown dress out of all the colors she had to pick from. She always felt that she matched brown best aside from other colors. The color brown

low growl in her throat nearly inaudible. Kyra understood all too well what was happening and she pitied the fool beneath her. “Kyra,” Queen Szilvia grabbed the elf’s attention, without bothering to lower her stare. “Teach him what happens when you look the queen in the eye.” Kyra bowed her head respectfully before turning back to Alistair. “Hold him still, please” Kyra said in deceiving honey tones, the guards themselves slightly terrified by the gleam in her crystal blue eyes. They obeyed her order

I walk down an empty road feeling the cold breeze go through .As I look down at my outfit a long skirt and a sweater that were both black as night having my hair up in a sloppy pony tale.As I feel a weird feeling in my gut as if I am being watched as I turn around slowly scared what I might see as my heart starts to race.Only to find my own shadow behind me.I continue walking feeling stupid.Getting scared for no reason ,but the feeling in my gut would not go away as I turn around not expecting it

her into who she is, but they do not define her. These moments that she shares allow me to move on and find something joyful about every situation even if they are not be ideal. When my grandfather passed away my grandmother gave me the strength to look on the brighter side of the situation instead of the sad side.

make ends so she can afford to go to school. When fellow classmates and the Principal of Wang Yaming criticized her for her hands, it made depictions of how people will treat you unfairly because of your flaws. Judgment towards someone based off of looks is unacceptable, since you don’t know who the person really is. First, we notice how the other students reacted towards Wang Yaming, their judgment towards her is unbearable. When a student insulted her, she said, “As far as I’m concerned,” she said

“Look. You said you wanted to be my friend right? Well that’s the cost. So take it or stay a loser.” Steve hesitated, but took the pebble from Charbel’s hand anyway. Fear rushed into me. I tried to drag Jean away. I kept hearing Charbel saying “Throw it

The truth is I hadn’t noticed, I was too busy trying to figure out where I knew him from. I look back toward Kyle again. He is taller with dark blonde hair, he has a broad build and looks like he works out. “Sure he is good looking, you looking to trade Dave in?” I laugh “No for you.” “ME! No it is not my type.” “You don’t even know what your type is these days.” I laugh but she has a point, I haven’t ever actually dated. Jack and I meat in high school and I hardly consider high school dating practices

the library and sit across and diagonal from this girl who always makes me curious with the way she looks, the way she acts. Everyday I see her, sitting alone. It’s only seven thirteen and I know her friends will join her soon; I stay sitting across from her. Everyday, my curiosity grows. I see her all day and I know next to nothing about her. She sits alone most of the time, an almost forlorn look plastered to her face. Alone now, I know she sees me. Her eyes dart up at me as I sit then return