Emma was put into foster care at the age of 7. She had been floating around for the last 4 years and now she finds herself in the home of Ms. Turner, a cruel and evil woman, and Lucy, the dead girl that is now a living doll.

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."

We all know River Song is full of spoilers and secrets, but this is her biggest one of all.

This is a fanfic about Terraria that i started in 6th grade, I'm a freshman in highschool now and i want to get this thing finished. it may not be great but i'll try my best. p.s. sorry about the title being cut off on the cover Disclaimer: i only own a few of the characters and items in this story, the rest of the characters are owned by the creators of Terraria.

Ring, ring, ring! "Hello~! Thank you for calling~! Fast, affordable, and reliable! Delivery God Yato, at your service~!" I announced excitedly, the vision of my own personal shrine unwillingly appearing in my head. "Huh? Milord has gone missing? Yes. Uh-huh... Right." Hanging up, I began to gather all my remaining strength to find Milord, a stray cat that must have ran away without his owner's knowledge. Ring, ring, ring... Hm, I must be popular today. "Hello~! Thank you for calling~! Delivery God-!" "Yato... at your service," The caller unexpectedly recited, the voice soft and enchanting, but yet cold and dangerous. "Eh..? Wh-Who is this..?" I asked, somehow regretting to ask. I received no answer from the other line. "Hel-?" "There's some business I would like to discuss with you with, if you would not mind, Mr. Yato," The voice had interrupted me yet again. But it was far too captivating that, I didn't seem to mind. "I am very busy, so I would advice you to answer as soon as I plant a request." I shook my head, running manically back to reality. "Y-Yes! For 5 yen, you'll-" "Ha, 5 yen? It's now wonder a god like you doesn't have a shr-" "Will you let me just finish a sentence... Please..?" I suddenly interrupted, feeling guilty suddenly. "Who are you, anyway?" "If I tell you... will you hang up..?" I gulped. "N-No, that would be rude," I replied, pretty positive with my answer. "If I tell you... will you promise not to tell..?" Her voice was raspy and cold, but somehow, still enchanting. I gulped again. "I-.. I promise." "I am the world's worst nightmare... ...Noragami." ~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ♥ ~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ® BeingLifesBeauty I Only Own My OC, Noragami. And This Story Does Not Follow The Manga, It Follows The Anime. But Other Than That, Please Do Always Enjoy. ♥

8-year-old BREE is a very hyperactive, cheerful girl. She loves ballet and classic music. She’s a smart, caring and mature for her young age. However, losing her twin sister, Becca, to leukemia a month ago has brought sadness into her home. Grieving, her parents, HARRY and BLAIR decide is best for her and her teenage sister JESS to move out and find some piece of mind. As scary situations develop, her parents decide to move out. Bree doesn’t want to leave the house but she has no choice.