Cool tagahanga Art <3 from Emmett

Chapter 2: Zane Fletcher.
I was waiting in my car pagbaba over some notes I made -it was just a cover as I waited for the girls- I put my head and saw Zane standing at my door. I got out and looked at his chalky beautiful pale face, he stared back the same way.
"Hi I'm Zane Fletcher" he sinabi formally, his voice was so beautiful like an angel. I swayed on my feet but quickly snapped out of it.
"hi"
He smiled and quickly left back to his Saleen S7. I hopped in my car, fantasising as I stared into space.
When I got tahanan I layed on my kama and wondered off into my thoughts. I wanted to tell Zane that...

The susunod morning I woke up and it was a school day. I knew I couldnt miss another araw of school just to avoid Michael. I hadnt talked to him or seen him since well you know. I know I can't live in my bedroom for my whole life. I got up and got ready for school. The hot paliguan felt so great. I stayed in there way to long cause when I got out I was running late to school. Lucky me Alice saw that I was running late so she pick an outfit out for me. She pick out some jeans and a cute blue sando and some heels but I knew I was going to fall in them, oh but they were so cute I wore them anyways....

The Brightest Days Form the Darkest Shadows- Chapter 1b. A Monotonous Existence

Not far from the spot where Maria had stood under the canopy of arching trees to shield herself from the steady rain, was a little abandoned farmhouse. It was a crusted old thing, with an overgrown garden and soot-blackened windows. Nobody bothered with the place anymore- it was almost worthless; ancient and crumbling, it stood silent, defending itself from the pouring rain. Only the mice and other forest-creature inhabitants appreciated the house for its shelter and solitude.
A particularly young mouse-buck, tired...

Maria Hunter found life pretty dull.
For example, living in the barren eastern middle-of-nowhere of Northern Ireland, with little to do and endless countryside stretching in every direction, Maria could think of very few things to lift her from the gloomy silence she retained whilst making her way tahanan from school each day. She wasn’t a difficult child, but she found life so ordinary. School was repetitive, and being one longing for more, Maria did not fit in well and had few friends. Her tahanan life was uninteresting, living in a bungalow with her elderly grandmother, after the unfortunate...