The funeral.... of Killian Cole...
I walk up to his coffin,and place my hand on the lid... I smile at the thought of him. I lay a single rose on the top, before it gets carried away to the royal cemitary... I figured a hero.. like him deserved to go there...
I walk over to Hunter, who sadly smiles at me. I weakly smile pushing back the tears that where trying to form... I stand in front of him, wrapping his arm around me.
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I pull my hair down from, England's very,very, VERY!! Tight braid..
I comb my hair with my figures, before walking out of the closet into the bedroom..
I look over to see Hunter with a towel on his face. I smirk at him.
He looks at me in confusion. Before he could open his mouth, I flopped onto the huge bed and hide my head under the covers.
I hear him chuckle ...
I wait for him to come into the bed... but he doesn't....?
I fling the covers off me, looking to where Hunter was standing.
" Hunter? If you dare scare me.. I'm going to kill you.." I say looking around.
I jump into my feet, walking over to the arm chair placing on a sweatshirt covering my sports top. The window hits the side of the wall .... it's open...
I look out it... Oh goodness Hunter Presscott....
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The Throne Of Norrea
FantasyCOMPLETED: UNDER EDITING ** " Mom I'm just a normal teen!" I yell . "But what if your not."mom says in a whisper yell. "What do you mean!?"I say back.** Ashley is not a normal 16 year old. She is the next heir to the throne. She has a lot of work...
