Crappy New Year part 6Adam looked around franticly, trying to be quick. Every second counted. Then he spotted a large back-pack. He said in a deep voice to cover himself up "Look her, I'm gonna stuff you in that bag, and I want you NOT to move OR make any any noise, Ok?" Liana nodded while crying, and under the mask, Adam was starting to cry. He knew he was hurting his sister, but he was sure that she would understand why he was doing it. He put Liana in the back-pack (it was a tight fit, she had to be curled up in a ball to fit) and he slipped it on and ran down to the ally where Rachel was last seen. As he ran down, Liana was struggling. She waCrappy New Year part 6
Jess ShortJess leaves her house, all bundled up for winter in her school uniform (white shirt, navy-blue blazer, blue tarten pleated skirt, a red tie, knee-high white socks and pair of black boots) and a cute thick coat she bought from GreenLand a year ago (it was a little big back then). As she leaves, the postman arrives.Jess Short
"Getting ready fer school wee lassie?" The post man asked her. He was Scottish, and his hair was a gingery red. He wore a red kilt and yellow glow-in-the-dark coat. "Tis a bit early fer school, don't ya think?
"Morning Scot!" Jess replied, beaming a cheerful smile at the postman, "I know its ear
Crappy New Year part 5There was a loud bang on the main door to the building, and Hajino went to answer it. There, in the doorway, was a man, carrying a young girl in his arm. The girl was squirming around a lot, but couldn't break free of his grip. She was soon thrown into the room where Amy, Jess and Rachel were. This revealed that she was tied up. Her wrists had been handcuffed behind her back, her arms pinned to the side with chain and more chain wrapping around her legs. She was wearing a blue frilly denim skirt, white knee-highs, blue sneakers and a pink top with a heart on it. Her hair was a lovely brown and her eyes blue. Tears were rolling down herCrappy New Year part 5
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Maybe Some Day I Learn To Drawing Fine...
Meanwhile . . .
I´m Not A Critic, For The Old Slogan... "The Bad Artist Makes A Good Critic For The Same Reason A Bad Wine Makes An Exellent Vinegar..."
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Give a man some fire and he'll be warm for the day.
Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Also You Not Likes Them Neither...
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Maybe Some Day I Learn To Drawing Fine...
Meanwhile . . .
I´m Not A Critic, For The Old Slogan... "The Bad Artist Makes A Good Critic For The Same Reason A Bad Wine Makes An Exellent Vinegar..."
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Give a man some fire and he'll be warm for the day.
Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
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Maybe Some Day I Learn To Drawing Fine...
Meanwhile . . .
I´m Not A Critic, For The Old Slogan... "The Bad Artist Makes A Good Critic For The Same Reason A Bad Wine Makes An Exellent Vinegar..."
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