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"Pewdipie here on the sidelines of the most epic futbol match ever!" Felix called into the small portable camera he brought. Chairle was beside him as they commentated on our match. Jennifer and Martin were quite the duo, and the score was 3-1.
"This is truly a great spectacle. Jennifer and Martin seem to be unstoppable!" Chairle called, making me and Gris look at him strangely.
"Whose side are you on?!" I yelled to Chairle, who looked a bit embarrassed.
"Not yours!" He called back. I rolled my eyes and dribbled down the field.
"There goes Stephano down the field. He is running with a vengeance. Side note; look at dat ass," Felix called as I ran. I almost stopped at his last comment, and the falter was enough to give Jennifer an opening to snatch the ball away. I growled and sprinted and slide kicked the ball from her. The ball sailed through the air, right to the sidelines. Felix ducked, but Chairle wasn't fast enough, and caught the ball to the face.
"Sorry Chairle!" I called, feelin
Jennifer and I faced each other, glare and smirks on our faces.
"You're going down," I growled, my foot resting on the ball.
"We can't play without goal keepers," she said, standing straight and looking at me.
"Fair enough," I responded, looking at our small crowd.
"I'll take Martin," Jennifer voice, pointing to the hooded man. He nodded and jogged over to the goal.
"Felix, help a bro out," I called. Felix laughed as though I made a joke.
"You've never seen me play sports, have you? I'd say you're better off by yourself. I raised an eyebrow at him, and was about to speak when I heard a voice call behind me;
"I got you bro." I whipped around to see Gris and Chairle walking hand in hand toward us. My eye twitched as Gris kissed Chairle's cheek and jogged to my goal.
"Fine," I sighed, planning on taking my anger out on the ball. "Any rules?"
"Like you'd follow them if there were any," she muttered, assuring me that all I had to do was get the ball in the goal. I smirked as I kicked the ba
Lost...Chapter one: *BANG BANG* Jennifer?I woke up suddenly, consumed by the darkness. Fearful tears flooding my eyes making it harder to focus on the only thing in the darkness. I drifted towards it...closer...it was a mirror! I looked at the tears staining my face deeply. My long, curly, brown hair shrouded my face. I looked at the fear echoing in my deep hazel eyes piercing my soul. I was pale although my skin is usually tan. Suddenly the mirror in front of me broke into many pieces flying at me cutting my skin as I began to fall the pain was too much. "HELP MEEEE!!!!!" I screamed as I fell further and further into the darkness...
I woke up suddenly I looked at my shaky hands...there was no more blood but somehow I still felt the deep pain. I looked around sitting up slowly to observe. I looked down at myself first noticing I wasn't wearing pants...I blushed at least I was wearing undergarments... I looked at the large purple shirt that said the word PINK in all caps. Colorblind shirt I thought as I tried to stand up on my
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When Stephano opened his eyes,his vision was blured and he was dizzy.He looked around and and sat up.Felix waked up to the side of the bed and smiled,
"Im glad your ok.You got us very worried."
"Were are we?"Stephano asked looking around.
"I think were somewhere in the west side of the castle."
Mr.Chair walked in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Your wounds were taken care of when you were asleep."Mr.Chair said pointing to his chest.
Stephano then noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt,and he looked at Felix with a questoning look.
"Your shirt was torn,and it wasn't fixable.So..."Felix smiled sheepishly and pointed to the clos
Ara (Ib fanfic) Chapter 1 : Like a Nightmare..."I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GO TO THE ART GALLERY!" I argued with my mom who retorted "Ara you are only sixteen you don't get to make decisions for two more years!" I growled and cursed under my breath gazing out the window at the scenery. The car was silent until we got to the art gallery. I had been thinking about when dad died and then that horrible woman he married was all I had left. I had no boyfriend, aunt, uncle, grandparents, or other relatives. She didn't even call me by my real name which was Aradia (pronounced: A-RAY-D-uh) she just calls me Ara. I don't mind it but she seems to hiss it like I'm some disgusting creature. Finally we where at the art galley. Guertena's art gallery anyways but I didn't care I just wanted to go home and punch my pillow like my therapist told me to. When we got into the art gallery and signed in I walked out. "Frick off mom! I'm gonna go look around by myself!" she seemed to snarl "Fine. But when you come back I hope you know how to treat your mother!"
Lost...Chapter two: Piggeh's PUMPEDWhen I woke up my vision was blurry and my head felt like it was spinning. I blinked a few times attempting to look around. "Jennifer?" I asked the shadows of which she slipped out of "Ohh your awake!" Her voice was more bubbly now then when we first met, mine was rough and hoarse from sleep. I noticed there was dry blood on my pillow as I responded "Yeah." I cleared my throat desperately "I feel a lot better thank you." She gave me a warm smile "Your welcome...Aradia right?" She asked me unsurely. I nodded "That's right." I touched my hand where the wound was, running my fingers over the dry blood but not finding the wound. I was just about to ask her how when she was already answering me "Laudanum." Suddenly we both heard a blood curdling scream from the hallway. Jennifer looked at me seriously "Take this." she said tossing the gun at me before she fled the room. I stared at it slowly picking it up in my still shaky hands. I tried to get up still a bit dazed and dizzy but I knew I ha
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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