Dark Fantasy(I think)
marreco, drake and Sam stood at the edge of the road waiting for the cars to stop zooming past. marreco, drake was starting to get really impatient so she started to shout," oh come on! how long does it take for us to be able to cruz the road," his face going red and all the while Sam was laughing his head of at the rants that marreco, drake was going on about until finally he said," come on man lets just go under the bridge it may be the long way but its easily quicker than this, so come on." Sam had already started jogging towards the entrance to the little path that lead under the bridge por the time marreco, drake had processed what he'd said[ and if only the cars hadn't been zooming past one behind the other they might not of discovered what powers lay in their souls and not of been able to-... oops I must learn to stop revealing things. And you there in the back stop wriggling]. por the time they were entering the bridge they had gone from angry talks about the cars today to the stories they were writing. Sam had been telling marreco, drake about how his story is about a boy who hears voices in his head and how in a few days anyone would be able to see it. While marreco, drake walked beside him listening intently until it hit him, that sort of thing had happened to him the dia before," oi Sammy is that a true story because yesterday a kid ran up to me with a faca in his hand and tears in his eyes saying something about shut up you idiot voices, shut up, shut up and then started trying to slice my arm off." marreco, drake said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at Sam questioningly. Sam thought for a while but shook his head." No I wrote it 4 days ago, wait,wait,wait hasn't this sort of thing been happening to us lately like we wrote a story and a few days later it happens to one of us. Its like we have powers or something." Sam said.Drake laughed," yeah." Then as he said that A white flash of light went off lightening up the dark tunnel under the bridge.
As the light faded a boy that looked like them a bit stood in front of them with a notebook in his hands with a gold pen clipped on the side of it. As soon as he appeared he opened his mouth," well you took your time figuring it out you two... anyway, hi I'm Jake and I am your guardian now if you would please take my hands you two and we can get straight to the academy." marreco, drake looked surprised but managed to shake of the shock to say," no we wouldn't go with no one that we we don't know." But as he said this he saw Sam stepping progressivo, para a frente to Jake and taking his hand.Jake looked at marreco, drake calmly," hurry up or I'll make you come." Jakes voice changing from calm to threatening in a dividido, dividir second. But marreco, drake wasn't listening all he could do was look at Sam and remember him stepping forward, " S-sam w-what y-your going with th-this creep." He shook out of it and continued," You can't do make me do anything." Jake started to laugh as he opened his notebook and started to write and saying," you should of just come willingly I didn't want to do this marreco, drake you should of just done what Sam did," after he said it he finished composição literária and marreco, drake started to feel like he wanted to go with him. His eyes clouded over as he stepped progressivo, para a frente muttering," I want to do this." And took Jakes hand.
The same white flash happened and they disappeared from under the bridge and appeared in front of a large building. As they started to walk into the main office marreco, drake came around again, only to fall back under the strange spell Jake had put him under. Sam walked all the way looking around the building but looking scared at the same time. After a tour of the building they started to enter the biggest room in the building and the plaque on the door said:
THE head master
that is all im telling you children now go, go and tell your friends about this first part of a story and then have some comida and go to bed
marreco, drake and Sam stood at the edge of the road waiting for the cars to stop zooming past. marreco, drake was starting to get really impatient so she started to shout," oh come on! how long does it take for us to be able to cruz the road," his face going red and all the while Sam was laughing his head of at the rants that marreco, drake was going on about until finally he said," come on man lets just go under the bridge it may be the long way but its easily quicker than this, so come on." Sam had already started jogging towards the entrance to the little path that lead under the bridge por the time marreco, drake had processed what he'd said[ and if only the cars hadn't been zooming past one behind the other they might not of discovered what powers lay in their souls and not of been able to-... oops I must learn to stop revealing things. And you there in the back stop wriggling]. por the time they were entering the bridge they had gone from angry talks about the cars today to the stories they were writing. Sam had been telling marreco, drake about how his story is about a boy who hears voices in his head and how in a few days anyone would be able to see it. While marreco, drake walked beside him listening intently until it hit him, that sort of thing had happened to him the dia before," oi Sammy is that a true story because yesterday a kid ran up to me with a faca in his hand and tears in his eyes saying something about shut up you idiot voices, shut up, shut up and then started trying to slice my arm off." marreco, drake said, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at Sam questioningly. Sam thought for a while but shook his head." No I wrote it 4 days ago, wait,wait,wait hasn't this sort of thing been happening to us lately like we wrote a story and a few days later it happens to one of us. Its like we have powers or something." Sam said.Drake laughed," yeah." Then as he said that A white flash of light went off lightening up the dark tunnel under the bridge.
As the light faded a boy that looked like them a bit stood in front of them with a notebook in his hands with a gold pen clipped on the side of it. As soon as he appeared he opened his mouth," well you took your time figuring it out you two... anyway, hi I'm Jake and I am your guardian now if you would please take my hands you two and we can get straight to the academy." marreco, drake looked surprised but managed to shake of the shock to say," no we wouldn't go with no one that we we don't know." But as he said this he saw Sam stepping progressivo, para a frente to Jake and taking his hand.Jake looked at marreco, drake calmly," hurry up or I'll make you come." Jakes voice changing from calm to threatening in a dividido, dividir second. But marreco, drake wasn't listening all he could do was look at Sam and remember him stepping forward, " S-sam w-what y-your going with th-this creep." He shook out of it and continued," You can't do make me do anything." Jake started to laugh as he opened his notebook and started to write and saying," you should of just come willingly I didn't want to do this marreco, drake you should of just done what Sam did," after he said it he finished composição literária and marreco, drake started to feel like he wanted to go with him. His eyes clouded over as he stepped progressivo, para a frente muttering," I want to do this." And took Jakes hand.
The same white flash happened and they disappeared from under the bridge and appeared in front of a large building. As they started to walk into the main office marreco, drake came around again, only to fall back under the strange spell Jake had put him under. Sam walked all the way looking around the building but looking scared at the same time. After a tour of the building they started to enter the biggest room in the building and the plaque on the door said:
THE head master
that is all im telling you children now go, go and tell your friends about this first part of a story and then have some comida and go to bed
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The dia we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The dia we amor too much to kill
The dia others' pain becomes our pain
The dia we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The dia we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The dia we amor too much to kill
The dia others' pain becomes our pain
The dia we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the amargo, amarga wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
cantar its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined por others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the amargo, amarga wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
cantar its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined por others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of lost symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on escrivaninha, mesa staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on escrivaninha, mesa staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
