at the party everyone was there but duncan and courtney didnt meet with eachother Bridgette-ok our plan isnt working like we hoped Gwen-well what do we do now Trent-i got a idea Gwen and bridgette u guys go get duncan geoff and i will get courtney Gwen-fine but does courtney hate me Bridgetee - its cool shes over u gwen ok they walked up to duncan bridgette-hey duncan duncan-hey bridge what u doing here bridgette-just here with friends Duncan-cool so this is the famous party Gwen-yeah with um babes so hola u should talk to that one duncan-hey she reminds me of someone Back at courtney trent and geoff trent-hey courtney u should really go out más u seem to be having fun courtney-I guees but im not gonna make that mistake again geoff-come on theres gota be someone how about that dude over there courtney man that guy is kinda hot geoff-hey look geoff pushes courtney to duncan and then they both fall to the floor Duncan-hey dude this is not cool ma-a he sees courtney on parte superior, arriba of him courtney-u-um Duncan and courtney both get up
(TDI, TDA and TDWT never happened)
I was toppled over por scrapbooks, ribbons, medallas and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank tu for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the caballos and the ranch. tu are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...
I was toppled over por scrapbooks, ribbons, medallas and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank tu for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the caballos and the ranch. tu are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...
I Finally Saw tu Again,
After All This Time.
I Cant Believe It,
All The Old Feelings,
I Used To Know,
Are Flooding Back.
I Must Have tu Again, Yes, Again.
I Saw The Hurt, The Pain, The Anguish, The DisBelief And The Frustration In Your Eye's, Your Beautiful, Dreamy Onyx Eye's.
I Know I Must Have Drove tu Away,
And If Only I Could Turn Back Time,
I Would Cherish EVERY Moment We EVER Spent Together.
I Have To Win tu Back, NOW.