"It's starting," Bridgette screamed from below the third floor. When an answer did not return, she angrily ran/stomped up the stairs to my room, and pushed open the door. There, she found me, sitting on the floor, isolated in thick knit blankets staring into a tiny nintendo DS screen.
"Just one más game, Mom..." I muttered.
"Sofie," Bridgette grabbed the DS from within my grasp and held it above my head. Even without it, my eyes didn't leave their position.
"Almost to the cave of enchantment, Mom..."
"You poor child." Bridgette sighed, taking my hand and dragging me step por step down the way she came. "I told tu earlier to come por the pool! All the good seats are taken. The TV will barely be audible!"
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked up at her.
"Do I have to watch?"
"Do tu have to watch?"
"What?"
"Yes." she scowled, turning her back to the disappearing door of my room.
"I just wanna watch it up there, Bridge!" I whined. She turned her golden eyes away from me as we turned the corner and entered the pool and hot tub area of Playa día Losers ... o something. Chris had only mentioned the name of this place; this horrible place, this "sparkling paradise of a location", once. "To make the fallen comfortable," they say. But I know what it really is. A trap. A trap for pain and suffering ... and there is no escape.
"Alright!" Chris announced, gawking those perfect white teeth. "Are tu all ready to watch the new episode, live?!"
Cheers roared from our small crowed of unwanted campers. Chris clicked on the plasma TV, and the pain began.
At first, it was funny to watch our Chef dress as a general o admiral o whatever that horrid man looked like and prance around telling those traitors who's boss ... all but one. I smiled, then, knowing that my Duncan didn't take any crap from Chef. He stood up for himself, making jokes along the way in retched situations such as these.
The humor enlightened when I saw Courtney get sick.
The humor decreased when I saw Duncan and her alone.
All eyes turned to me when they touched.
por the time their lips had met the humor had wadded up into a ball of lead and was dropped onto my corazón 50 stories.
And then, only then was it silent. The laughter had ceased. So dead quiet everyone around me heard my slow, suffering tears plunge into the pool to dissolve and desperately try to escape my body, who's soul was fierce and frightened por what it saw. With my throat aching I slid against the wet grounds of the pool area trying to run o sprint and maybe even fall o fly just to get away.
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Looking back on this moment I smile with a little embarrassment. Bridgette is one of my best friends. She helped me heal my obsession and desire for someone. Someone who had a great girl, but was caught and wrapped into a world of evil. Devoured por his own sick need for Courtney.
"Just one más game, Mom..." I muttered.
"Sofie," Bridgette grabbed the DS from within my grasp and held it above my head. Even without it, my eyes didn't leave their position.
"Almost to the cave of enchantment, Mom..."
"You poor child." Bridgette sighed, taking my hand and dragging me step por step down the way she came. "I told tu earlier to come por the pool! All the good seats are taken. The TV will barely be audible!"
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked up at her.
"Do I have to watch?"
"Do tu have to watch?"
"What?"
"Yes." she scowled, turning her back to the disappearing door of my room.
"I just wanna watch it up there, Bridge!" I whined. She turned her golden eyes away from me as we turned the corner and entered the pool and hot tub area of Playa día Losers ... o something. Chris had only mentioned the name of this place; this horrible place, this "sparkling paradise of a location", once. "To make the fallen comfortable," they say. But I know what it really is. A trap. A trap for pain and suffering ... and there is no escape.
"Alright!" Chris announced, gawking those perfect white teeth. "Are tu all ready to watch the new episode, live?!"
Cheers roared from our small crowed of unwanted campers. Chris clicked on the plasma TV, and the pain began.
At first, it was funny to watch our Chef dress as a general o admiral o whatever that horrid man looked like and prance around telling those traitors who's boss ... all but one. I smiled, then, knowing that my Duncan didn't take any crap from Chef. He stood up for himself, making jokes along the way in retched situations such as these.
The humor enlightened when I saw Courtney get sick.
The humor decreased when I saw Duncan and her alone.
All eyes turned to me when they touched.
por the time their lips had met the humor had wadded up into a ball of lead and was dropped onto my corazón 50 stories.
And then, only then was it silent. The laughter had ceased. So dead quiet everyone around me heard my slow, suffering tears plunge into the pool to dissolve and desperately try to escape my body, who's soul was fierce and frightened por what it saw. With my throat aching I slid against the wet grounds of the pool area trying to run o sprint and maybe even fall o fly just to get away.
--
Looking back on this moment I smile with a little embarrassment. Bridgette is one of my best friends. She helped me heal my obsession and desire for someone. Someone who had a great girl, but was caught and wrapped into a world of evil. Devoured por his own sick need for Courtney.
Ok im new a escritura articals so i hope tu like this artical I made.
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It was a crisp fall día in Las Veges, Nevada here we have a hansome guy and a hot pole dancer tu that the guy wants stuff to happen so here is the story.
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Guy:Ya shake it baby come on get sexy and hot.
PD(pole dancer)Ok what ever tu wish.
Guy Ya thats what Im talking about.
N(narritor)The PD stared shaking her stuff and got the men exicted then she walked down the pista, pista de aterrizaje and came up to a guy who ripped her bra off then the PD slaped him and a fight stared the PD ran bake stage where she was covered with a almohada case and was taken somewhere.
PD Where are tu taking me? I want to know now.
Person some place where no one can hear tu scream.
PD Please don't hurt me I will give tu all the money I made about 700 dollers just don't hurt me.
TO BE CONTINUDE................................
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It was a crisp fall día in Las Veges, Nevada here we have a hansome guy and a hot pole dancer tu that the guy wants stuff to happen so here is the story.
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Guy:Ya shake it baby come on get sexy and hot.
PD(pole dancer)Ok what ever tu wish.
Guy Ya thats what Im talking about.
N(narritor)The PD stared shaking her stuff and got the men exicted then she walked down the pista, pista de aterrizaje and came up to a guy who ripped her bra off then the PD slaped him and a fight stared the PD ran bake stage where she was covered with a almohada case and was taken somewhere.
PD Where are tu taking me? I want to know now.
Person some place where no one can hear tu scream.
PD Please don't hurt me I will give tu all the money I made about 700 dollers just don't hurt me.
TO BE CONTINUDE................................
*confessanails*
scout:*sighs* hard decision... NOT goodbye aj
mike:i vote off owen for bdeing a fat a** even when small
ilana:mrph...i want camielle off...she is planning to kick me off for kicking off courtney she is lovesick over her i mean i don`t want to get elemanated but i want camielle out i,m not ready to go inicial yet
*end of confessanails*
*votting gym*
chris:the 1st vote is for owen
owen:huh okay
chris:1 vote aj
aj:what
scout:i dicho not
chris:but tu dicho aj
scout & aj:grrrr
chris:2 votos owen
owen:yea mover on
chris:1 vote gwen
gwen:what how
chris:1 vote izzy
izzy:i know who did this grrr
chris:2 votos gwen
gwen:what the heck
mike:yea
chris:3 votos owen
owen:well it look like i,m out
izzy:a kiss before tu go
owen:ok
chris:no time *thoughs owen out* what will happen siguiente time on total drama reloaded
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plz put all confessanails in commnets
scout:*sighs* hard decision... NOT goodbye aj
mike:i vote off owen for bdeing a fat a** even when small
ilana:mrph...i want camielle off...she is planning to kick me off for kicking off courtney she is lovesick over her i mean i don`t want to get elemanated but i want camielle out i,m not ready to go inicial yet
*end of confessanails*
*votting gym*
chris:the 1st vote is for owen
owen:huh okay
chris:1 vote aj
aj:what
scout:i dicho not
chris:but tu dicho aj
scout & aj:grrrr
chris:2 votos owen
owen:yea mover on
chris:1 vote gwen
gwen:what how
chris:1 vote izzy
izzy:i know who did this grrr
chris:2 votos gwen
gwen:what the heck
mike:yea
chris:3 votos owen
owen:well it look like i,m out
izzy:a kiss before tu go
owen:ok
chris:no time *thoughs owen out* what will happen siguiente time on total drama reloaded
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plz put all confessanails in commnets