Genre: Realistic Fiction, Mystery, Drama/Romance
Claire and I unpacked our belongings and put them in our own dressers and waited for lunch to be ready.
After a little while, Leila hollered for us. As Claire and I reached the doorway, we observed the stampede as the six of them pounded down the stairs.
When my little sister and I reached the kitchen, Jeb greeted us and handed us a bowl and silverware. At the head of the table, Leila stood with a ladle and served us plenty of food. I sat inayofuata to Makayla, and Claire sat across from me, inayofuata to Joey.
The meal was spent in almost total silence, save for the clink as our spoons connected with the bowls. When everyone finished, Leila told me that I was going to do dishes with Tim.
Washing dishes took no time at all. Only once did Tim splash me with soapy water. The bubbles stayed on my arm as the water dripped onto the shag carpet. I gasped and glared at him. But Tim was whistling and cleaning plates, uigizaji all nonchalant like nothing happened. I picked a piece of carrot out of a bowl and flicked it at him. The small machungwa, chungwa dot appeared in his hair, blending in perfectly. I giggled and resumed my duty. I got done as quickly as possible and ran upstairs, seeing where everybody was. All the rooms were empty, including the one I shared with Claire. I ran back down stairs and looked out front. Not a soul. They must have been out in the backyard. I threw the screen door open and witnessed the five and Claire playing what looked like Tag. I grinned and watched. Tim then appeared behind me. I sensed him and kicked him in the shin and laughed as he groaned.
Suddenly, Jess yelled, "Guys! Let's go get Blake!"
Everyone else agreed and followed her. I decided to go, too. An adventure would be fun on the first siku of our stay.
Claire and I unpacked our belongings and put them in our own dressers and waited for lunch to be ready.
After a little while, Leila hollered for us. As Claire and I reached the doorway, we observed the stampede as the six of them pounded down the stairs.
When my little sister and I reached the kitchen, Jeb greeted us and handed us a bowl and silverware. At the head of the table, Leila stood with a ladle and served us plenty of food. I sat inayofuata to Makayla, and Claire sat across from me, inayofuata to Joey.
The meal was spent in almost total silence, save for the clink as our spoons connected with the bowls. When everyone finished, Leila told me that I was going to do dishes with Tim.
Washing dishes took no time at all. Only once did Tim splash me with soapy water. The bubbles stayed on my arm as the water dripped onto the shag carpet. I gasped and glared at him. But Tim was whistling and cleaning plates, uigizaji all nonchalant like nothing happened. I picked a piece of carrot out of a bowl and flicked it at him. The small machungwa, chungwa dot appeared in his hair, blending in perfectly. I giggled and resumed my duty. I got done as quickly as possible and ran upstairs, seeing where everybody was. All the rooms were empty, including the one I shared with Claire. I ran back down stairs and looked out front. Not a soul. They must have been out in the backyard. I threw the screen door open and witnessed the five and Claire playing what looked like Tag. I grinned and watched. Tim then appeared behind me. I sensed him and kicked him in the shin and laughed as he groaned.
Suddenly, Jess yelled, "Guys! Let's go get Blake!"
Everyone else agreed and followed her. I decided to go, too. An adventure would be fun on the first siku of our stay.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store inayofuata door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say kondoo Wanyonya damu Rock on them. Yeah, I upendo the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with kondoo that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into kondoo Wanyonya damu that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of koki left from an mwaka zamani shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or wewe shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, au things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if wewe die from laughter, au possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Marafiki all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chokoleti coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I upendo Harry Potter
au was it apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Marafiki all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chokoleti coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I upendo Harry Potter
au was it apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH sekunde inayopendelewa CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH inayopendelewa CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND inayopendelewa IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND pango I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA pink YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the moyo and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The Lost will flee au loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned au tainted au overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I onyesha signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!