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AnxiousPLEASE HELP ME! GIVE ME IDEAS, OR JUST SAY WHAT YOU WOULD ASK FOR.
Drake 2Nervously, I entered the building, but my fears were in vain: Drake wasn't there. Instead a small wiry man stood behind het counter. He looked up as I approached and his eyes went wide. He looked terrified! Hoping to make him less nervous I smiled.Drake 2
"Hello. I'm Melanie King." I offered.
"Yes ma'am. I'll get your key." He said nervously before scurrying into the back room
I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I waited, and waited, and waited. What on earth could be taking so long? I looked at the clock, eager to get home. How long could finding my key take?
Finally the man re
Peter Pan 2Back at the hideout, Peter told the lost boys about the fight, improving the tale of course. The boys clapped and howled when he drew his sword, acting out the encounter. Every boy wished he could have been there to humiliate Hook, and every boy openly admitted it.Peter Pan 2
They all loathed Hook, mostly because Peter hated him, but for other reasons too. Hook and his men were . . . well . . . men, which caused a fair bit of tension to begin with. That would have been okay if they would just live and let live, like the Indians, but it is not in a pirate's nature to want any friendly competition. Instead, the pirates searched constant
Peter Pan 1"Peter! You listen to me young man. I've had enough of this childish behavior."Mr. Pan yelled "Tomorrow you are ieghteen. It is time you learned to be a man. In the morning we enrol you in law school and I will hear no arguement on the matter."Peter Pan 1
"I won't do it!" Peter shouted back "You can't make me be anything I don't want to be! Spend your money on the finest schools; I'll turn the place on its head! I'll make you looklike a fool."
Peter didn'tknow what he expected, but it was nothing like what he got. Peter gasped in pain as his father backhanded him with a closed fist. He staggered backwards, hand to his forhead,
Drake 1He smiled at me and kept eye contact as long as he could. Uncomfortable, I looked away, holding my purse tightly as I walked. I couldn't explain to myself why, but the way he looked at me made me feel strange. He hadn't looked at me in a dirty way, but still . . . He had looked far to interested. His head had been tilted and turned slightly to the side, curious and decisive at the same time. I didn't like itDrake 1
I tried not to think of the look on the green-eyed man's face. His eyes had been so GREEN! My eyes were green, but not that green. He must have been wearing contacts. Nobody had eyes that green; and why did I care? Suddenly I
| I am crazy. No really. I am. I love to experament with art and literature, and just have fun in general! |
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My kinda woman "Beauty Brains and a complete Psycho"
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I'm not random, you just can't keep up
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I'm not random, you just can't keep up
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I'm not random, you just can't keep up
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Bursting out from the ashes, with wings of flames that fly
I am called the Phoenix...A mythical bird that flies
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I'm not random, you just can't keep up
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Bursting out from the ashes, with wings of flames that fly
I am called the Phoenix...A mythical bird that flies
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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