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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
Heart broken StephanoHe is gone
The words slipped from my mouth
For him I've grown fond
My heart weak and restrained
will I ever love again
He did not feel love for me
I have been killed
My soul hungry for his love
His soft lips I wanted them against mine
I unsheathed my sword
I will end this pain now
A gentle hand touches me
it is him he begs me not to do it
I have no choice
I have nothing to live for anymore
Until he kissed my lips
Golden Body,Golden Soul Ch.6 Ch.6
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
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
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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