Flair sat at the topo, início of a 20 story building, her legs dangaling over the edge. She smiled and closed her eyes as the breeze flowed through her hair. She had on a black crop topo, início with the words 'love life' written in gold cursive letters across it and had on black skinny jeans. She wore black high topo, início converse and a black chain colar with a charm on it. She looked out over the city and sighed. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground below.
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the fogo escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down seguinte to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down seguinte to her.
"Oh Lane..." she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he said softly."I promise."
Comment and tell me if I should write the seguinte chapter.
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the fogo escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down seguinte to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down seguinte to her.
"Oh Lane..." she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he said softly."I promise."
Comment and tell me if I should write the seguinte chapter.
Hayly's gucci boots
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fogo earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fogo ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits por Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to mover tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fogo earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fogo ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a árvore
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the topo, início you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this dia those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
seguinte chapter "The pookie Returns"
left front clockwise: Charlie,Alice,Hollie,Connor and Jon
