*******First of all before I start I would like to thank Ты for thanks for the comments. And I forgot to do this for the prologue but this belongs to me it’s my copyrights. Something I came up with. Enjoy!!!!!!!!
Present Time
Chapter 1
New beginnings
"I just don't understand why we didn't stay in Egypt...or England"
"Kyle your stepfather lives here"
"So"
"Were meant to live with him"
"So"
"Kyle"my mom сказал(-а) in her warning voice
Exasperated I sighed and held up my hands in surrender.
"Kyle I know it's hard now but you'll get used to it"she сказал(-а) gently
"Well will Ты at least let me check out that awesome forest behind the house"
"No"
"Please"
"No!Now go unpack"
I shook my head and walked away. I went up the stairs and went to my room. The bathroom door on the Стена opposite was closed which meant my fifteen год old sister Vastiste was in it.
Vastiste's room was right Далее to mine and our room's connected by a door in a corner so we can barge through if we wanted.
Oh I'm sorry! Where are my manners.
Hi I'm Kyle Sorriti.
I am sixteen years old.
I'm dark skinned.Like молоко chocolate!Yum!
I moved from my Florida to Washington. And it's not D.C.
Will Ты kill me?
No!
Hmm, I'm waiting.
Good,back to my story.
Ever since my mom divorced my bio dad things have been hectic. My stepfather Noel lived in England then moved to Open Valley.
Like my mom he moved around a lot,mom had been visiting an old friend when she me him.
A few years later they got married. So we stayed in England for a while.
Then we visited Egypt where we adopted Vastiste. That was after mom won custody over me. Vastiste is African,Egyptian,and Mexican. But since she couldn't speak we had no problem in the language area. Me on the other hand was a different story I loved foreign languages so much i shouted basic words in different languages. But let's not go there.
Noel and mom took things real slow because they were afraid of getting broken hearts. I don't hate Noel that would be a crime it's just that's he's to agreeable when it comes to mom.
Other than that I'm happy for them.
Abruptly I hear a weird noise come from my window. Curious I go to the window to check it out.
"You do realize your supposed to be unpacking" сказал(-а) a voice behind me. I turned around and grinned it was Vastiste.
"Just thought I'd take a break"
"Just before Ты start"
"Yep" I сказал(-а) cheerfully plopping on the bed.
Laughing she сказал(-а) "well knock if Ты need help"
I nodded as we heard mom yell downstairs "don't forget to check your backpacks for school tomorrow'
We both yelled "okay"
"Oh and I'd get a curtain if I were Ты some jerks throwing rocks at my window"
"I knew I heard something"
I jumped on my постель, кровати as Vastiste went to her room.
This is our секунда день here and were starting school late because were the new kids.
One word for you:Yuck,grrr,ewwww,No!!!!Or maybe a few.
Schools never been my best thing it's always Vastiste. That girl is smart!
So for the remainder of the день i tried to unpack my things until it was time for dinner.
Noel just got Главная from work at the police station. He's a cop.
So during ужин i made some polite conversation.
"Anyone in a sack"
"Kyle!"
"I just want to know if Ты find a D-E-A-D person"
"Kyle I brought the belt-"
"Don't worry Becky he's just interested, Kyle just might become the police man the stations ever had "
"Yeah mom" I сказал(-а) as Vastiste laughed.
"Fine go on" mom сказал(-а) smiling
"Well we find a body"
"Who was it"
"Female, Rebecca Coils, age fifteen, stabbed multiple times in the bag and possibly drowned, red-orange hair, but had no DNA whatsoever" Noel сказал(-а) in his business voice.
I nodded intrigued but didn't ask anymore Вопросы because mom's no talk of death rule.
"Maybe one день I'll take Ты down to the station"
"Cool dad"
For the rest of ужин we chatted about horror Фильмы until it was eleven and we had to go to постель, кровати because of the unspeakable event. I know curse that day...my life is ruined! God I Любовь my attitude.
When I got to my постель, кровати I had the strangest feeling of being vulnerable. And during the whole night I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Present Time
Chapter 1
New beginnings
"I just don't understand why we didn't stay in Egypt...or England"
"Kyle your stepfather lives here"
"So"
"Were meant to live with him"
"So"
"Kyle"my mom сказал(-а) in her warning voice
Exasperated I sighed and held up my hands in surrender.
"Kyle I know it's hard now but you'll get used to it"she сказал(-а) gently
"Well will Ты at least let me check out that awesome forest behind the house"
"No"
"Please"
"No!Now go unpack"
I shook my head and walked away. I went up the stairs and went to my room. The bathroom door on the Стена opposite was closed which meant my fifteen год old sister Vastiste was in it.
Vastiste's room was right Далее to mine and our room's connected by a door in a corner so we can barge through if we wanted.
Oh I'm sorry! Where are my manners.
Hi I'm Kyle Sorriti.
I am sixteen years old.
I'm dark skinned.Like молоко chocolate!Yum!
I moved from my Florida to Washington. And it's not D.C.
Will Ты kill me?
No!
Hmm, I'm waiting.
Good,back to my story.
Ever since my mom divorced my bio dad things have been hectic. My stepfather Noel lived in England then moved to Open Valley.
Like my mom he moved around a lot,mom had been visiting an old friend when she me him.
A few years later they got married. So we stayed in England for a while.
Then we visited Egypt where we adopted Vastiste. That was after mom won custody over me. Vastiste is African,Egyptian,and Mexican. But since she couldn't speak we had no problem in the language area. Me on the other hand was a different story I loved foreign languages so much i shouted basic words in different languages. But let's not go there.
Noel and mom took things real slow because they were afraid of getting broken hearts. I don't hate Noel that would be a crime it's just that's he's to agreeable when it comes to mom.
Other than that I'm happy for them.
Abruptly I hear a weird noise come from my window. Curious I go to the window to check it out.
"You do realize your supposed to be unpacking" сказал(-а) a voice behind me. I turned around and grinned it was Vastiste.
"Just thought I'd take a break"
"Just before Ты start"
"Yep" I сказал(-а) cheerfully plopping on the bed.
Laughing she сказал(-а) "well knock if Ты need help"
I nodded as we heard mom yell downstairs "don't forget to check your backpacks for school tomorrow'
We both yelled "okay"
"Oh and I'd get a curtain if I were Ты some jerks throwing rocks at my window"
"I knew I heard something"
I jumped on my постель, кровати as Vastiste went to her room.
This is our секунда день here and were starting school late because were the new kids.
One word for you:Yuck,grrr,ewwww,No!!!!Or maybe a few.
Schools never been my best thing it's always Vastiste. That girl is smart!
So for the remainder of the день i tried to unpack my things until it was time for dinner.
Noel just got Главная from work at the police station. He's a cop.
So during ужин i made some polite conversation.
"Anyone in a sack"
"Kyle!"
"I just want to know if Ты find a D-E-A-D person"
"Kyle I brought the belt-"
"Don't worry Becky he's just interested, Kyle just might become the police man the stations ever had "
"Yeah mom" I сказал(-а) as Vastiste laughed.
"Fine go on" mom сказал(-а) smiling
"Well we find a body"
"Who was it"
"Female, Rebecca Coils, age fifteen, stabbed multiple times in the bag and possibly drowned, red-orange hair, but had no DNA whatsoever" Noel сказал(-а) in his business voice.
I nodded intrigued but didn't ask anymore Вопросы because mom's no talk of death rule.
"Maybe one день I'll take Ты down to the station"
"Cool dad"
For the rest of ужин we chatted about horror Фильмы until it was eleven and we had to go to постель, кровати because of the unspeakable event. I know curse that day...my life is ruined! God I Любовь my attitude.
When I got to my постель, кровати I had the strangest feeling of being vulnerable. And during the whole night I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Laughing heals the soul. What makes Ты laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes Ты laugh the most. If Ты found a funny pic please post it and please Комментарий on the pictures.
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Показать no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Показать no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.