Celeste's POV
As I walked through the leave-crunching forest, a familiar scent started past my nose. "I know this smell, I just can't name it.. Hmm..." I tried to forget about it and move on but it began to bug me. Soon after I stomped through, the irritating smell getting my temper up. "Teehee, w-wow.. I love this spell book my father gave me!" I perked up anxiously. A voice? A-a girl voice.. She didn't sound like anyone I knew.. Should I find her? What if shes a wi.. No, she couldn't. I cautiously walked toward the voice, and you know what was weird? The smell began to rose. I was itching at the thought that this girl could be a..Wizard. I shook my head real fast. No, no way..
I made my way to the same voice earlier. "H-hello?" I spoke. I stood behind a rather large oak tree, I saw the girl's dark black hair blowing freely in the harsh wind here. "Hm?" She turns to look at me, I flinch. "H-hi.. I just.. Didn't think there was anyone that came here." The girl smiled sweetly, but I could tell she was weary like me. I know we both wanted to ask what class we were, like, if we were both witches. "Soo.. Uh, my name is Celeste Herrand, I'm a.. 14." The girl once again smiled. "Hello, I'm Angel Martinez!" We both talked for a bit, we might've became friendly toward each other, but I wasn't gonna let any wizard past me, if she was one. "So.. Thanks for telling me who you were! It was uh.. Nice!" Angel nodded. "Yes! I hope we meet again!" We both stood up and were going to head home. "Hey, wanna walk home with me? I bet you don't live that far!" I motioned to the East side of the forest. It took Angel a while for her to respond. "I.. Well I live in the West side of town.." My eyes widened. "Thats... But.." She looked down steadily. "I..." Our eyes locked. "I'm a wizard." She spoke. "I'm a witch." We were in complete silence. I immediately sprinted towards East. I didn't look back, never again I hope I don't run into her! But, I guess wizards aren't all that bad.. Oh, what am I kidding? They're our enemies!
As I walked through the leave-crunching forest, a familiar scent started past my nose. "I know this smell, I just can't name it.. Hmm..." I tried to forget about it and move on but it began to bug me. Soon after I stomped through, the irritating smell getting my temper up. "Teehee, w-wow.. I love this spell book my father gave me!" I perked up anxiously. A voice? A-a girl voice.. She didn't sound like anyone I knew.. Should I find her? What if shes a wi.. No, she couldn't. I cautiously walked toward the voice, and you know what was weird? The smell began to rose. I was itching at the thought that this girl could be a..Wizard. I shook my head real fast. No, no way..
I made my way to the same voice earlier. "H-hello?" I spoke. I stood behind a rather large oak tree, I saw the girl's dark black hair blowing freely in the harsh wind here. "Hm?" She turns to look at me, I flinch. "H-hi.. I just.. Didn't think there was anyone that came here." The girl smiled sweetly, but I could tell she was weary like me. I know we both wanted to ask what class we were, like, if we were both witches. "Soo.. Uh, my name is Celeste Herrand, I'm a.. 14." The girl once again smiled. "Hello, I'm Angel Martinez!" We both talked for a bit, we might've became friendly toward each other, but I wasn't gonna let any wizard past me, if she was one. "So.. Thanks for telling me who you were! It was uh.. Nice!" Angel nodded. "Yes! I hope we meet again!" We both stood up and were going to head home. "Hey, wanna walk home with me? I bet you don't live that far!" I motioned to the East side of the forest. It took Angel a while for her to respond. "I.. Well I live in the West side of town.." My eyes widened. "Thats... But.." She looked down steadily. "I..." Our eyes locked. "I'm a wizard." She spoke. "I'm a witch." We were in complete silence. I immediately sprinted towards East. I didn't look back, never again I hope I don't run into her! But, I guess wizards aren't all that bad.. Oh, what am I kidding? They're our enemies!
Sakura Haruno From Naruto Punching Naruto Uzumaki
Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the next table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my photo taken with you?'I asked.He said yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing by and gave her my camera.She took the photo of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
You held up your pumpkin spice finger,
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if you have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
With a playful wink,
Your sweetness saved me several times,
When I was on the brink,
The warmth within your spritely smile,
Allowed me to be real,
Your cinnamon and sugar hugs
They taught me how to feel.
I'd run down to the coffee shop,
So I could see your face.
You've seen me at my happiest,
You've seen me in disgrace.
And though you're always beaming,
Still I feel the need to say,
It's okay if you have some days,
Where your spice fades away.
