That night Jake laid awake, staring at the ceiling. In his mind he replayed the horrific scene of Whitney falling out of the car and seeing her limp, lifeless body lay there. Tear once again stung his eyes but he tried hard to fight them back. He got up and went to the closet, opening it and reaching around for a shoe box. He found it and pulled out a small blue satan box. He opened it as he sat on the foot of the bed. In the box was a gild Tiffany diamond ring. He had planned to propose to Whitney but it was to late.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, あなた don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not 書く for a while. サッカー has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope あなた like it.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, あなた don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not 書く for a while. サッカー has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope あなた like it.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve 年 old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays ピアノ and ギター and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that あなた could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story または movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, または feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as あなた probably know. Imaginary フレンズ can be anything あなた want them to be. An animal, a creature あなた made up, a monster, または just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary フレンズ that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that あなた could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story または movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, または feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as あなた probably know. Imaginary フレンズ can be anything あなた want them to be. An animal, a creature あなた made up, a monster, または just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary フレンズ that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the 次 day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue シャツ that 発言しました "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she 発言しました "Oh! I didn't give あなた a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"