End of part 4:
When we opened the door, we were greeted によって a shocking sight. A terrible sight. Because it meant that we hadn't left fast enough. We were being exposed to the town. And they believed...
Part 6:
I gasped. It was so quiet that only Alice would have heard. Alice was standing behind me. She stood on her tip-toes to see over my shoulders. "Oh my God." She murmured. Again, only we could here each other. Angela was standing on the doorstep, her face livid. What looked like almost the whole town stood behind her, all their faces the same mask of fury-and a slight hint of fear in some. I saw Alice shifting her postion to stand beside me in my peripheral vision. Her eyes were were flaming gold, her jaw hard with anger, but I saw the slight hint of worry in her eyes that no-one else noticed. A few people at the front of the line flinched back when they saw her expression. Unthinkingly, my shocked face morphed into an exact copy of hers, and I slipped フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして slightly into a crouch. Then, Alice jerked her chin フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして in a miniscule motion only I could see. she was signalling we run. We flung ourselves into the crowd, and they parted reflexivly. Alice powered through the crowd, and i was right on her heels. The crowd of people were clearly surprised at the speed with which we ran. To their eyes we became a barely discurnable blur. We reached the house again in half a minute. a record, i think. the stress and worry made us 移動する even faster as we dashed round the house, informing our family we had to leave. Now. They scurried around, packing. I dashed back to my cottage to grab my clothes. i chucked them all in my suitcase, not bothering to fold in my rush. finally, we were all ready and i dashed back to the house.
When we opened the door, we were greeted によって a shocking sight. A terrible sight. Because it meant that we hadn't left fast enough. We were being exposed to the town. And they believed...
Part 6:
I gasped. It was so quiet that only Alice would have heard. Alice was standing behind me. She stood on her tip-toes to see over my shoulders. "Oh my God." She murmured. Again, only we could here each other. Angela was standing on the doorstep, her face livid. What looked like almost the whole town stood behind her, all their faces the same mask of fury-and a slight hint of fear in some. I saw Alice shifting her postion to stand beside me in my peripheral vision. Her eyes were were flaming gold, her jaw hard with anger, but I saw the slight hint of worry in her eyes that no-one else noticed. A few people at the front of the line flinched back when they saw her expression. Unthinkingly, my shocked face morphed into an exact copy of hers, and I slipped フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして slightly into a crouch. Then, Alice jerked her chin フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして in a miniscule motion only I could see. she was signalling we run. We flung ourselves into the crowd, and they parted reflexivly. Alice powered through the crowd, and i was right on her heels. The crowd of people were clearly surprised at the speed with which we ran. To their eyes we became a barely discurnable blur. We reached the house again in half a minute. a record, i think. the stress and worry made us 移動する even faster as we dashed round the house, informing our family we had to leave. Now. They scurried around, packing. I dashed back to my cottage to grab my clothes. i chucked them all in my suitcase, not bothering to fold in my rush. finally, we were all ready and i dashed back to the house.
EDWARD'S エンドウ, エンドウ豆 COAT
''Everybody wants to know where his エンドウ, エンドウ豆 コート came from!'' exclaims the costumer. Unfortunately, it is a one-of-a-kind piece (er, sort of: three to four were made for filming purposes) which Chuck herself crafted after not being able to find the perfect one. ''We needed the right fit, [and] I couldn't find anything in the right shade of gray,'' she recalls. ''Catherine [Hardwicke, the director] is really big on back story for her characters and anything that can help that, even if it's in a texture または color of clothes.'' After considering ''probably 20 swatches,'' Chuck went with one from Mood Fabrics and based her final デザイン on a combination of other styles of エンドウ, エンドウ豆 coats. In the end, his turned out as ''a classic shape with a modern twist.''
''Everybody wants to know where his エンドウ, エンドウ豆 コート came from!'' exclaims the costumer. Unfortunately, it is a one-of-a-kind piece (er, sort of: three to four were made for filming purposes) which Chuck herself crafted after not being able to find the perfect one. ''We needed the right fit, [and] I couldn't find anything in the right shade of gray,'' she recalls. ''Catherine [Hardwicke, the director] is really big on back story for her characters and anything that can help that, even if it's in a texture または color of clothes.'' After considering ''probably 20 swatches,'' Chuck went with one from Mood Fabrics and based her final デザイン on a combination of other styles of エンドウ, エンドウ豆 coats. In the end, his turned out as ''a classic shape with a modern twist.''
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell