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Nightlife As the light of day leaves, the dark of night arrives. And up with it springs a new kind of life; the nightlife.
Preview of My New Book prt 4 "Snake," I whispered, as I lied there in the darkness. My heart was racing so fast and my breathing was so short and shallow, and I didn't know why I was feeling like this. "What is this?" I asked myself, so quietly I could barely hear it. "Snake," I said again, a little louder this time, "Snake..." I whispered one last time as I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, only to be awakened by a loud noise.
Gender: female Species: cat (Tiger)
*darkness (can sense dark energy in people and things by touching them. It gets stored inside of her.)
*can kinda talk to and see ghosts
*gets crushes easily
*quiet, keeps 2 herself (and her journal and her chao! XD)
*loving (especially to chao)
*a little evil
*scary and harsh when she snaps
*Sunny's little sister and has a dark chao named Roxy that should be a hero chao
Fact: She "killed" her childhood best friend, Jake, when she was 5 1/2 and they were playing tag. She was it, and when she tagged him, all of the dark energy stored inside of her went into him, and caused a darkness overload, which ofcourse caused him to drop over dead.
Winter Love is Cold Love When you think about it, winter love is a lot like cold love; if you're not careful, things can get chilly between you two. Soon, things get cold. You start giving each other the cold shoulder, and soon everything ices over. You end up skating on thin ice with one another, and can't trust each other. Soon, you see him with another girl, or her with another guy. You confront them and they say 'what's the matter? can't you trust me?' You're still skating on thin ice, until you pull each other through; you break up. When all this time, you could've kept your love warm; as warm as a Summer's day; or as warm as a fire itself, instead of letting the fire go out.
My Life in a Cage Everyday I live my life in an iron barred cage, not knowing of what's going on past that little page. I toss and turn with thoughts of dread, not being able to go to bed. The thoughts I have are not for good, for sooner or later they end up gone.
From Riches to Rags Today is June 28, 1919. My day started out the usual way: school, school, and more school. But for some reason, today felt different, like something good was in store. I'm guessing that papa forgot to send a car over to pick me up, or else I wouldn't be walking home in the cold, wet rain. As I walked by a busy street corner, I heard the newspaper boy shouting something about WWI. I couldn't help my burning curiosity, so I walked right on over there, my head held high, as if I owned the place.
"What do ye want?" the crooked, bitter looking, old newsstand owner asked in a raspy voice that made it sound like he was growling at me.
"I umm just wanted to know what all that yelling about WWI was about," I replied quietly, forgetting that I was going to be late if I didn't hurry.
"Eh," he started, leaning over the wooden board of th
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