Apparently I was wrong when I thought I'd seen the last of Hans that night. I couldn't have been mais wrong. The seguinte dia he was back and glowing. "Hello chummy fun-pal!" he greeted, a derpy expression on his face. Back then I wasn't as paranoid as I am now, and I didn't smell foul play when it was in the air. I was just glad I had someone to talk to. We spent the dia fooling around 'just like old times' as Hans said. It wasn't the same for me though. Too much had changed during that time. I'd fell for love. I'd lost love. I'd given up on life. I'd been rescued from death. That was alot to have heaved on you all at once. I tried to enjoy Hans' company, but it just wasn't like it used to be. I'd gotton older. Life had clearly given me the message that it wasn't going to play easy on me. It had also taught me I couldn't run from my problems. I wasn't going to, not ever again. From now on, it was 'Face it head on. Hit me with your best shot. No matter what, fight to your last breath'. Hans didn't yet understand that concept yet, apparently. It showed. He still acted like a fifteen-year-old around me. He was 19, I was 18. We weren't little boys anymore. We were men. Three years, and I still hadn't told Leeland the truth. As far as he was concerned, I had no family. I pushed those thoughts away. Then one evening Hans slunk up to me and punched me in the shoulder, "Hey buddy!" he said, excitedly, "Vant to go do some target practice?" I shrugged. Why not? After all, I had nothing better to do. As we headed out of the boot camp I heard Leeland call, "Skipper, where ya going?" He'd been calling me 'skipper' ever since the incedent. It had grown on me. Hans sometimes teased me about it. "We're just going to shoot some acorns off the trees. Nothing much." I replied. (At least I'd try. I can do it just fine now, but I wasn't so good back then). Leeland nodded, "Ok, but be back before 10." I gave a short nod and slid after Hans, my rifle over my shoulder. Halfway through the woods Hans stopped in the trail. "Be quiet.." Hans whispered. I stopped sliding and stood up, my eyes searching the woods. "What?" I asked in a low whisper. "General Croft is on patrol this evening." Hans replied, "If he sees us, he won't be as slack as your Leeland." He jeered. I glared at him, but let the remark go. We continued through the woods as quiet as we possibly could. Suddenly someone crashed through the bushes. Hans wheeled around, jumping in front of me. I was thrown back into the bushes, my flipper pinned in an awkward position under my rifle. I winced, trying to get to my feet in the tangle of undergrowth. I heard some loud shouts and the blaring crack of a rifle extremely close by. My ear-holes ringing I managed to drag myself out of the bushes. I jerked myself free, stumbling foreward and landing in a puddle of water. Or was it? This water was strangely warm..and..sticky? I opened my eyes and sat up. My chest and belly were red with blood, and it wasn't mine either.
Me:well that should do it
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seguinte morning
Harry:I am telling you someone open the chamber of secrets
Me:and now something is came out of that who knows what it is
Ron:well whatever it is I hope it doesn't came to us
Hermonie:well it can kill people there's 4 people
Me:I think
Hermoime:mrs.Norris,Justin,headless nick,and Colin
Me:but how can nick die if he's already dead
Harry:who knows
Ron:and well-
Skipper:*running/waddle* Harry I don't know who did it but come and see
At the griffindory house
Me:someone who is a griffindory could of came in here no one knows are were password
Private:I bet they were looking for something
Harry:well they found it Tom Riddle's diary is gone
End of part 8 Guess who stope Tom Riddle's diary
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seguinte morning
Harry:I am telling you someone open the chamber of secrets
Me:and now something is came out of that who knows what it is
Ron:well whatever it is I hope it doesn't came to us
Hermonie:well it can kill people there's 4 people
Me:I think
Hermoime:mrs.Norris,Justin,headless nick,and Colin
Me:but how can nick die if he's already dead
Harry:who knows
Ron:and well-
Skipper:*running/waddle* Harry I don't know who did it but come and see
At the griffindory house
Me:someone who is a griffindory could of came in here no one knows are were password
Private:I bet they were looking for something
Harry:well they found it Tom Riddle's diary is gone
End of part 8 Guess who stope Tom Riddle's diary
Okay. I was recently chatting with someone on this spot (I will not release his name) and he had told me something that I cannot ignore. He told me that some of you guys feel discriminated against, and that you believe we fangirls want you permenantly removed from this spot. I just wanted to publicly state, that this is NOT true!! Just because we make a few harmless jokes here and there, that dosn't mean we want to get rid of you. I personally believe that not all guys are sexist pigs. Now, I hope we can put this little incident behind us. Thank you all for your time.
~Lilly~
~Lilly~