Note: This chapters from Quin's point of view. Also, LadyEmzy16 came up with the Название Tales of a Group of Outcasts, so she gets full credit for that!
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I walked into the bathroom and sank to the floor Далее to one of the sinks. I stared at the ceiling. I was starting to doubt I was ever going to get a boyfriend, или even kiss. I mean, Zoë had her first Kiss in fourth grade, and I’m fifteen! Of course, that’s Zoë....
James Rivers flipped over boxes searching for that one book. This book shouldn't have been this difficult to find. How could it disappear? No one knows about it but his wife and him. He knew his wife didnt want to gi near it lr the attic. He was positive Simone или Brooke didn't come near the attic in the past week. They didn't know that he was alway watching their every move. A concerned parent was how he thought of himself. He was sure they would never do such a thing even when he told them about the attic. He surveyed the entire room....
I looked around the platform, waiting. George leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, Hailey. They'll be here."
I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became еще serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.
"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."
"You mean that old twin telepathy thing Ты had going is still there?"
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired by a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)
Gone: a poem
She sat alone in the corner of the room. She didn't speak she would merely loom. Like she was a shadow an invisible ghost. No one gave a damn at the most.
She would sit there and simply stare looking at those who ignored her. No one looked at her twice no one bothered when she was nice.
She was a nobody, forgotten by all. Her ever-blank stares directed at the bare, empty wall....
I like Blake. He seemed to enjoy having company with our six cousins, and they all looked excited to do whatever they were going to do tonight. That reminded me: what exactly were we doing? I had no idea. I decided to just forget about it and enjoy the rest of the day. We all ran out back and explored th backyard. Past the shed were woods like the ones we traversed to get to Blake's. I guess they were all around us. Dark and inviting and creepy. We had a few hours to run around outside, then we were called in for supper. Jeb stood by the creaky back door...