that 70's episode

Caroline banged the door of Ric’s loft. “Open the Goddamn door, Klaus! I know you’re in there! Open the door, wewe miscalculation of nature!”
The door opened and Caroline almost punched Rebekah in the face.
“Easy there, sweetheart” she alisema listless while she played with her nails.
“Where is that disgusting brother of yours?” Caroline yelled angry.
“Which one?” Rebekah asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh” she continued. “You mean Klaus. Sorry, I have no idea where he is” she lied.
“You’re lying” Caroline alisema and she tried to get it, but Rebekah grabbed her shoulders...

Rachel was sitting at the jikoni table, drinking a cup of tea, to calm herself down a little. Since the events of the awali night she had been very jumpy. She expected Damon Salvatore to onyesha up out of nowhere and rip her heart, just like he’d done with her daughter. So when the kengele rang she let out a scream and spilled some tea.
“Mrs. Lindy? I know you’re home” Stefan called from outside. “I just want to talk”
Rachel stood and walked to the door. She opened it.
“Good morning. I’m Stefan Salvatore” Stefan introduced himself politely.
“You’re the vampire that turned...

Caroline was walking on school ground, when she heard footsteps. She could hear they didn’t belong to Tyler and so she turned around and waited for Elena to catch up with her.
“What’s going on?” she asked when Elena was standing with her.
“Why are wewe asking?” Elena asked, trying to be casual.
“Because wewe have the look” Caroline alisema accusatory.
“What look?” Elena frowned.
“The look that says: there’s something I have to tell you, but there are too many ears around here” Caroline clarified.
“I didn’t even know I had a look like that” Elena commented.
“Well, you...

This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.

Talking shit like a twit
That’s all wewe can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But wewe got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
You claim to be
You wouldn’t talk third
person singular...

Run, that’s all he could think about. He had to run before she would catch up with him. And as he ran, he felt the aching coming back. His back started burning again, his head bounced and with every step he took it was as if thousand needles stung in his feet. But he had to keep running, for he had to stay ahead of her.
A few yards further he heard two voices argue. He recognized the voices. He wouldn’t count on the male one, but the girl would listen to him, she would understand, help him.
“Elena, wait!” Stefan yelled. After his proposal she had jumped out of the car and ran away.
“I...