Question #6: Are Brussel sprouts gross? YES or No
I looked over my miniature stories from English. I was debating weather or not I should finish it and put them as stories on wattpad.
Sliding On Ice*
I hadn't seen the door before. It wasn't there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle. I pause, wondering if I should get one of the others. I carefully let go of the door, and began to look for a safety spell. I knew that I had learned one in history last week. I guess I could probably see if I have it memorized. I waved my hand over the door as I chanted.
"Ley leur être lumière, ley leur être lumière. moineaux de sécurité protègent moi maintenant!" The door glowed blue, and I chanted once more, but this time translated.
"Let there be light, let there be light. Sparrows of safety protect me now." Sparrows were a sign of freedom in our species, so I hoped that including it would keep me from even the scariest Despoina. Despoinas were vampire like people, but they could only be seen when they wanted you to see them.
I couldn't decide, because I also had my boarding school book. . .
Money Can't Buy My Love**
In the end it didn't matter. It wasn't like I was staying here forever, right? Well, at least I hoped so. I didn't quite get why my parents had so send me off to spy school. Why couldn't I just be a regular teenage girl? That would be too simple, of course. I looked up and the white prickly walls surrounding the spy school I would be attending for one hundred eighty days. My feat were sore, because I didn't live close, and so it ended in me walking and taking two buses.
I stared down at my uniform. Even though we weren't starting our classes until tomorrow, we were told to wear our uniforms. Something about school spirit or whatever. My brunette hair was curled in a half up, and my golden pendant laid soundly on my chest. I had on the navy blue and white plaid skirt that I was given to math my buttoned-up navy blue shirt. Our shirts had to be tucked in, and our shoes had to white and navy as well. I walked toward the bullet proof glass doors only to be cut of by a group of girls.
"Watch it, new girl." I rolled my eyes as the three of them walked away.
"Watch it new girl." I mimicked sarcastically. I was suprised when I heard someone giggling. I turned to face a ginger girl, giggling behind me. Her pure ringlets bounce as she nodded her head. She took a deep breath, and smiled. Freckles lined across her cheeks under her green eyes, and she put out her hand. I shook her hand.
"That was pleasant. Oh, I'm Skyler."
"Ashley."
But then I ALSO had my ninja girl one too (choices, am I right????) . . .
If I Knew Better***
It had to be done. There was no other solution, and the problem was growing. My head hurt, and my arm's bruises were appearing. Mt black pants had torn knees, and my shirt was dark with dirt. When they told me the lab had bodyguards, this was not what I expected. There we several of them, about twelve if i remember correctly. Usually when I am told to get a job done, it only includes two to four body guards. Though this mission was one of the hardest, but as i said before, it had to be done.
The chemicals the professor had been mixing were way to mysterious, and we knew he worked with more than liquids. My job was to get rid of the teenage Frankenstein he had made. I walked slowly into the lab, checking for anymore body guards. There are only a certain amount of body guard us girl ninjas are trained to fight off. I, myself, can hold of only twenty-five. At least, that was as many as I have had to at most. The lab was filled with the stench of bleach, and an unknown acid reached my nose as well.
"What are you doing here?" I stopped dead in my tracks. The voice was male, but I could tell it wasn't a body guard. It wasn't threatening enough. So why did I still have a bad feeling. The boy switched on the lights, and my eyes grew wide.
"Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He folded his arms over his chest, and gave me an annoyed look. I studied him over. He had light brown hair, and freckles stretched across his nose and cheeks. His bright blue eyes met mine, and I knew immediately who he was. This was the Franken-boy. How could I kill him? He was too human and innocent. This was NOT what I signed up for.
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*Sliding On Ice
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No- 2
**Money Can't Buy My Love
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No- 4
***If I Knew Better
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