I woke up shivering with a red blanket that had holes in it. I see Jason in a clear cage with breathing holes in the parte superior, arriba and bottom of it, right in front was two men that I woke up to in my dream. I didn't care, I cared about why was Jason in the cage!"Get out of here, tu shouldn't be here".Jason dicho weakly."No I'm not leaving you, I want to know that your ok"! I dicho putting my hand on one of the holes on the cage."I'm find babe just leave before tu get hurt"! He dicho desperately. He put his hand where my and was, and I could feel the warmth of the amor he had for me. I saw that he had pain in his face. His hand on the hole slowly turned into a claw-like figure. I sided backwards with my hand over my mouth. I got up and one of the men had said."You, Your the one he wants, he loves".He started coming closer as I back away and ran to me, grabbed my neck, and held me against the wall."Let her go Mitch". The leader dicho calmly, and putting his hand on his shoulder."let her go she has enough to deal with". Mitch let me go, watched me drop to the cold-blacken ground. Then he started to kicked me and one of my rips broke. I dosed off and I heard a loud roar and screaming.
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that tu could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story o movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, o feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as tu probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything tu want them to be. An animal, a creature tu made up, a monster, o just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that tu could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story o movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, o feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as tu probably know. Imaginary friends can be anything tu want them to be. An animal, a creature tu made up, a monster, o just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the siguiente day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue camisa, camiseta that dicho "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she dicho "Oh! I didn't give tu a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"