Featured: How not to raise an Enderdragon
I'm not sorryOkay, the day was thanksgiving and happily, this story doesn't go around me. Compared to my family and Leslie's...mine would embarrass me. So as you can tell, this one's about Leslie. The cast's new gassy girl but way different from Michelle, obviously.I'm not sorry by Coffee-vee
So at her house her mom was tidying up the house before her family came, which was her sister and her family. They had the usual family, but her sister was coming for this thanksgiving dinner since they usually took turns visiting each others home.
She admired her home and everything look perfect and tidy. "Ahh, perfect. Honey, Leslie, come down here!" she called. Her husband walked in his sunday's best, I hate dressing up like that. "You look wonderful, honey." she complemented. "Thank you, sweetie." he replied.
Leslie walked down slowly down the steps. She came down wearing a light red dress with a black lining at the end. And for head accessories was a bow for her hair and a bow for her bangs that was hanging on the side of her face,
The Illustrator“I want to draw you…”The Illustrator by AliRose-Art
It is 4:00pm, Monday. A girl of about thirteen stands in front of me. She might be a little short for her age, and her style of clothing is a bit too young, but somehow I can tell she’s a young teenager. In her hand she is holding a number of different pencils and pens.
I look at her face. There is something about her eyes that seem a little strange, but it’s probably just a trick of the light. She is smiling – the way a happy, excited kid would smile.
“I want to draw you…” She says again, stepping towards me. I think she’s one of those weird kids from the art club. They’re always picking out random people to draw.
“Alright, you can draw me.” I say, “But I may not be that great a model…” I add awkwardly.
The girl’s smile grows wider.
“That’s not a problem.” She says as she pulls me over to a seat. I sit there watching as she draws me, trying to s
SchoolIt’s like I’m trapped within a cageSchool by tophtheblindbandit
The synchronized turning of every page
Being forced to stand on a stage
These people all fill me with rage
“I could easily destroy this place
To find me they would have to chase
I could turn the walls into rubble-”
OH SH-! They heard me! Now I’m in trouble!
The class writing about a book we read
As another part of my soul drops dead
But I’m too distracted by the clocks tick
“Mum I can’t go today, I’m sick…