Then the room went quiet. I don't know wether it was the shell shock of the whole thing deafening me, or the fact that everyone just shut up for a few seconds. But then, of course reality began to sink in and the screaming began. Hey, I'm Lexi and welcome to prom gone wrong.; As in picture living in your favourite hor...
This is a tribute to my dad's German Shepard Coby, who was put down. This is what I wrote on the day he died.
Dear Diary. Wow, that sounds bad doesn't it. You're not a person or a thing so why give you a name? Why address this story to you? Oh well, it's better them giving you one of those weird names like Kitty. I mean, come on. Kitty? Seriously? You're a book. Pages stuck onto a binding. Naming you Kitty is about as pointle...
It was my grandad who told me why we dance. He said that dancing is a sacred ritual that must be taken seriously. He said that when a girl is positive that she loves someone-she will dance to them.
This is a story based on the I am number four series. It's about a girl called Cassie finding where she belongs and trying to stay alive long enough to defeat the hunters and bag the boy :) P.S. it's not some stupid love story I just didn't know how to word the crush and action parts into a few sentences.
