I'm not exactly sure were I'm going with this,but I'm thinking their wizards. Tell me whatcha think,please.
Siddalee's dark blue curls were pulled back in a long ponytail; her mother had hastily fixed it in fear of being late to the Christmas party. Of course they were as early as ever,seeing as Sid was thirty minutes early to the babysitters house.
A small hand reached up and tugged on that very same ponytail.Three year old Siddalee's hair immediately turned a fiery red as a result of her anger and she spun to glare at the person whose hand it belonged to.
"Meanie," she whispered. Jinx,her neighbor who was also being babysat, just grinned at her then when the babysitter turned around,stuck his tongue out.
"You-you…" her three year old brain couldn't think of a word strong enough to call Jinx without getting her in trouble with the babysitter. So instead,she reached her chubby little hands out and chased Jinx around,her bright hair trailing behind her.
"Jinx!" the babysitter shrieked as he skidded around her to avoid being hit by Sid. She grabbed a hold of the five year old's waist,lifting him off the ground. She also pushed her foot out to keep Siddalee from pouncing into her arms. "I told you to leave each other alone." she said sternly and, after directing Siddalee to a well deserted living room,sat her on the large couch and absentmindedly handed her a dog toy to keep busy with,she dropped Jinx to the floor and started to ignore them.
Sid threw the dog toy down on the floor in disgust after realizing it was covered in slobber.
Stupid boys,she thought as she kick her socked foot against the leather couch. Sid glanced over the edge,and seeing as she was too small to get off,she pouted and leaned against the back of the couch.
"Awh,poor wittle Siddy to small to get off the couch?" Jinx taunted beneath her. She crossed her arms stubbornly and looked down at him. His bright green eyes were crossed and he was making one of those fishy faces.
I'll show him,she thought as she leaned forward and tumbled off the couch.
Sid sat up quickly and glanced around her empty room. It was dim and she could barely see a thing. First thing she thought of was her dream,which occurs pretty often since it's the only vivid memory she has of such a young age. She had fallen off the couch at age three and landed with her arm stretched out in an attempt to catch herself. The position she landed on caused her shoulder to be dislocated and it pushed up through her skin. The baby-sitter had gone ballistic, rushing around the house and calling the ambulance before calling even calling Sid's parents.
She reached up a little and rubbed the scar on her bare,freckled shoulder. The slightly puckered skin felt familiar as she ran her fingers lightly over it.
Now,eleven years later,she didn't really care about it anymore. She had at the time because Jinx would never stop taunting her about it. Of course he still did,calling her stubborn,even a little stupid,to try and get off the couch. Even though there is nothing really to taunt her about.
Really,she thought,more annoyed now that she thought about it,there is nothing funny about it.
Her hand dropped and she stretched her arms high above her head,hearing her joints pop. Her feet were already planted firmly on the ground,how,she wasn't sure. Sid sleepily dragged her feet to bathroom and on the way,glanced at the clock. She had to squint her eyes kind of hard because it was still pretty dark and the fluorescent green light was burning her eyes. Almost five in the morning,it read.
Sid flicked on the bathroom light, waited until her eyes had fully adjusted and leaned over the sink. She stared at her deep purple hair. It tended to turn that color when she slept. Even though her hair was a lazy purple,her eyes were a bright blue that was in deep contrast with her tan skin.
There were dark marks,a sign of old age, all around the edge of her mirror. She's lived in this house since she was born and never once have they tried to fix up her bathroom.
Her room (except the occasional color change) was always the same; the large oak dresser by the door,her queen sized bed off to the side by her window,and the glass desk that held all her homework and books (how the glass managed all that weight,she'd never know.)
She could now hear her mother knocking wildly on her bedroom door. "Siddalee! Wake up, we've got a long ride!"
Long ride indeed,she thought before starting to get ready.
Siddalee's dark blue curls were pulled back in a long ponytail; her mother had hastily fixed it in fear of being late to the Christmas party. Of course they were as early as ever,seeing as Sid was thirty minutes early to the babysitters house.
A small hand reached up and tugged on that very same ponytail.Three year old Siddalee's hair immediately turned a fiery red as a result of her anger and she spun to glare at the person whose hand it belonged to.
"Meanie," she whispered. Jinx,her neighbor who was also being babysat, just grinned at her then when the babysitter turned around,stuck his tongue out.
"You-you…" her three year old brain couldn't think of a word strong enough to call Jinx without getting her in trouble with the babysitter. So instead,she reached her chubby little hands out and chased Jinx around,her bright hair trailing behind her.
"Jinx!" the babysitter shrieked as he skidded around her to avoid being hit by Sid. She grabbed a hold of the five year old's waist,lifting him off the ground. She also pushed her foot out to keep Siddalee from pouncing into her arms. "I told you to leave each other alone." she said sternly and, after directing Siddalee to a well deserted living room,sat her on the large couch and absentmindedly handed her a dog toy to keep busy with,she dropped Jinx to the floor and started to ignore them.
Sid threw the dog toy down on the floor in disgust after realizing it was covered in slobber.
Stupid boys,she thought as she kick her socked foot against the leather couch. Sid glanced over the edge,and seeing as she was too small to get off,she pouted and leaned against the back of the couch.
"Awh,poor wittle Siddy to small to get off the couch?" Jinx taunted beneath her. She crossed her arms stubbornly and looked down at him. His bright green eyes were crossed and he was making one of those fishy faces.
I'll show him,she thought as she leaned forward and tumbled off the couch.
Sid sat up quickly and glanced around her empty room. It was dim and she could barely see a thing. First thing she thought of was her dream,which occurs pretty often since it's the only vivid memory she has of such a young age. She had fallen off the couch at age three and landed with her arm stretched out in an attempt to catch herself. The position she landed on caused her shoulder to be dislocated and it pushed up through her skin. The baby-sitter had gone ballistic, rushing around the house and calling the ambulance before calling even calling Sid's parents.
She reached up a little and rubbed the scar on her bare,freckled shoulder. The slightly puckered skin felt familiar as she ran her fingers lightly over it.
Now,eleven years later,she didn't really care about it anymore. She had at the time because Jinx would never stop taunting her about it. Of course he still did,calling her stubborn,even a little stupid,to try and get off the couch. Even though there is nothing really to taunt her about.
Really,she thought,more annoyed now that she thought about it,there is nothing funny about it.
Her hand dropped and she stretched her arms high above her head,hearing her joints pop. Her feet were already planted firmly on the ground,how,she wasn't sure. Sid sleepily dragged her feet to bathroom and on the way,glanced at the clock. She had to squint her eyes kind of hard because it was still pretty dark and the fluorescent green light was burning her eyes. Almost five in the morning,it read.
Sid flicked on the bathroom light, waited until her eyes had fully adjusted and leaned over the sink. She stared at her deep purple hair. It tended to turn that color when she slept. Even though her hair was a lazy purple,her eyes were a bright blue that was in deep contrast with her tan skin.
There were dark marks,a sign of old age, all around the edge of her mirror. She's lived in this house since she was born and never once have they tried to fix up her bathroom.
Her room (except the occasional color change) was always the same; the large oak dresser by the door,her queen sized bed off to the side by her window,and the glass desk that held all her homework and books (how the glass managed all that weight,she'd never know.)
She could now hear her mother knocking wildly on her bedroom door. "Siddalee! Wake up, we've got a long ride!"
Long ride indeed,she thought before starting to get ready.
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will you marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I said yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a list of what I already know
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The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my heart begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though love rarely is
I can’t make my heart stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one day we could share
A love that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my heart begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though love rarely is
I can’t make my heart stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one day we could share
A love that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 year old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( more like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i said " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he said " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he said " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
You couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one more thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one more thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.
