Alana and her new friend Harry were walking nyumbani from school.
"Tomorrow is the first siku of spring break!" He exclaimed. Harry just moved into her town a mwezi zamani and they became good friends. He is also her neighbor.
"I know!" She smiled pulling up her book-sack, "I heard that Tanner Nixen is throwing a party!" Tanner Nixen is a football player, and one of the most maarufu kids in there grade, 10th grade.
"Are wewe gonna go?" Harry asked. Alana shrugged, "If I do... will you?"
Harry smiled at her, "Well... Duh!"
"My stop," She said. Her and Harry live right inayofuata door to each other.
"So soon?" He pouted. She giggled and save him a hug.
"See wewe tomorrow!" She walked to her front door, unlocked it, and walked in.
Harry walked inayofuata door to his house. Before he reached the door his phone rang. One new message He opened it up as he walked inside.
Before he could read the message someone took it away. He looked up and his mom, Mrs. Styles, and Dad, Mr.Styles, stood over him.
"Sit." He's mom alisema dryly. He slowly sunk into the black leather couch. Mrs.Styles put Harry's phone on the coffee meza, jedwali and sat inayofuata to him, Mr.Styles in his inayopendelewa rocking chair.
"Harry," Mr.Styles breathed in, "Your father got a job offering, that we just can't pass down."
"We're moving?"
"Sweety, don't be mad. We need the money." Mrs.Styles alisema sweetly.
"I'll get a job!" Harry tried, "I'll...I'll.. do better in school! Give up my allowance! Anything! I don't want to move... again." Harry's eyes started watering, "Please?"
Mr.Styles slipped on his jacket, "I'm sorry, we have to do what's best for the family."
"Does Gemma know?" Harry's eye's where getting red and he was breathing hard.
"We already talk to her, and she was fine with it. And wewe will be too soon." Mr.Styles walked out the door. Mrs.Styles kissed Harry's head. Without saying anything she grabbed her brown cover up and walk outside too. Harry ran his hands up and down his scalp. Why would they do this to him? He finally feels like he belongs.
Harry's Razor buzzed on the coffee table. He picked it up, TWO NEW MESSAGES He opened the first one, It was from a weird number:
Unknown: "P-A-R-T-Y!!! Come to Tanner's Spring break party, Friday March 18! Bring friend and tell your friend's to bring Marafiki and tell your friend's friend's to bring friends! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!"
Harry clicked on the reply and sent, "Sure will!"
He clicked on the other message.
Alana: "Hey my sister wants me 2 go 2 this celebration for her Marafiki 13 birthday. Come with? Please???"
He replied okay and walked to his room. Not everything was unpacked but something where. He looked in his closet and pulled out a blue and black plaid shirt, a blazer, blue jeans, and black Nike high-tops. After he changed he walked down to Alana's house. He went to knock on the door but it swung open.
"Hi Harry!" Jaclyn, Alana's sister, alisema running past him, her blonde headed friend behind her.
He watch them run around the yard playing tag.
"She wants to do track." Alana stood inayofuata to him looking at the yard. She looked over at him, "Let's go!" She skipped over to the car and Harry hopped in the front seat. Alana is sixteen and so is Harry.
As they pulled into the mall parking lot- which is where the party is- Jaclyn and her friend, Coleen, hopped out the car. Before Alana got out the car Harry grabbed her hand. She looked at him confused.
"I have good and bad news." He whispered.
She looked even zaidi confused, "What?"
"Well the bad new is, I'm moving. The good news is I have an idea to stop me from moving, but I need your help..."
"This is your plan?" Harry and Alana stood around a bunch of art work of broken bones.
"Yeah! Great huh?" He looked so excited and sure this was going to work.
"Okay, so wewe want me to make wewe a fake cast for your leg?" Alana looked at Harry unsure.
"Yeah!" Alana sighed, "How is that going to solve anything?"
"Just trust me," He put his hand on her's.
Alana's moyo skipped a beat, "Okay," She slid her hand away and focused on the fake cast that she had to make, "I'll call wewe when it's done." He nodded but just before he left he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks love. wewe have no idea how much this means to me." He held on to her hand. A few sekunde passed.
"Let me walk wewe out," Alana alisema still holding his hand. They walked down stairs. At the door Harry smiled at her. He kissed her on the cheek again and released her hand. Alana watched him as he walked across her lawn and into his.
Alana leaned against her kiti, kiti cha at the chajio, chakula cha jioni table. It was quiet except for the touching of forks to plates, and drinks being set down. Alana's mother, Mrs.Coleman, sat up straighter, "So, Alana," Alana looked up from her lap, where she was texting Harry. Her parent think that chajio, chakula cha jioni time is family time and that they shouldn't talk on their cell-phones, but Alana does anyway.
"I heard that your school is having a talent show," Alana looked at her mom confused, and aggravated, "Are wewe gonna try out? wewe know, for singing, dancing, singing, singing, juggling, or.... singing?" Hint, Hint
Alana moaned and put her phone on her lap, "Mom! I'm not trying out!" Josie looked over at Alana's lap and smiled, "What if Harry tried out with you?" She teased, puckering out her lips, "Harry! Harry! Kiss me!" She sing-songed. Alana glanced at her mom. She smirked, "alright J that's enough." Josie shoved a piece of garlic mkate in her mouth. Alana's phone vibrated in her lap and she looked down at her lap, "It didn't work, we are still moving." Is what Harry said.
"Can I be excused?" Alana asked, losing her appetite. Mrs.Coleman looked angry, "This once." Alana shoved out of the kiti, kiti cha and walked up stairs. She plopped on her kitanda and scram into her purple pillow. She snatched her phone up. She looked out the window kwa her dawati and saw Harry. Opening the window Alana almost dropped her phone. Harry held up a sign, 'Meet me somewhere?' Harry's window and Alana's are across from each other so they usually talk to each other kwa uandishi on a board and sticking it out the window. When they want to meet up the go to a lake about a block from there house, in the Black Shadow woods. Alana wrote down, 'Usual place?' Harry nodded, closed the window and walked out. Alana did the same.
"I had to sneak out." Harry admitted. They where sitting on a weird shaped rock down at Black Shadow Lake. Alana giggled throwing a rock into the water.
"I bet a kiss, that that water is freezing." Harry teased.
"Alright lets see." Alana pushed Harry into the water, "Is it?" Harry come up from the water.
"Sadly, no. It feels great!" He started floating away. Alana laughed and looked straight ahead. A man and a woman was standing there in old beat up clothes.
"Harry. Get. Out of there." Harry laughed and looked at where Alana was looking.
"Shit." he alisema under he's breath. He jumped out of the water and they ran down the street, as they passed an old abandon house Harry stopped, "Let's go in." He pointed to the house.
"H-Harry I don't know." Harry gave her a puppy dog face, "Is someone scared?" Alana gave him a stern look, "No!" She walked over to the fence and opened it, "Come on!" She demanded and marched up the squeaky steps. She was about to turn the door knob, but her hands keep shaking. She pulled back her hand, "Okay! I'm a little scared..." She admitted.
Harry laughed and opened the door. In-front of them, was this, link
"Wow, this isn't that bad." Alana skipped into the room and sat on the couch, making dust float off of it. Harry sat near her, "Is it just me au is this place not even creepy?" He asked. She shrugged. They heard foot steps. They where getting closer, and closer, and closer.
"Who's there?" A old creaky voice asked. A lady that looks like she is 139 walked into the sitting room, "Oh guest!" She swung her old wooden cane around, "Come her darlings, I was just making a fresh batch of cookies." She turned around and started walk. So. Slow. Alana and Harry glanced at each other unsure. Alana smiled and jumped up, following the lady.
"I'm Alana." The old lady smiled at her, "I'm Ms. Flower."
"I'm Harry!" Harry smiled. Alana knew her name from somewhere She just can't remember where. The old lady placed some kuki, vidakuzi on a china plate in the middle of the table. Alana grabbed a cookie not wanting to be rude. She took a good look at the lady. Ms. Flower! Of course!
"Is your husband, Mr. maua, ua here?" Harry asked.
"No." She looked at the cookies, "I never married." Yeah. It's her.
"Ms. Flower, if wewe don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"143."
That's exactly how old she is in Alana's history book. Ms. maua, ua is also the secret saver of this town back in 1891, when the French tried to take it over. Ms. maua, ua walked over to the fridge and disappeared.
"Where'd she go?" Harry asked eating cookies. Alana shook her head. Harry started screaming like a little girl and burst out the front doors and out the gate.
"Who's afraid now?" Alana alisema a smirk on her face.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"You. wewe scram like a little girl.."
"I didn't!"
"Did!"
"Didn't" They did that the whole way home...
Chapter 2- link
"Tomorrow is the first siku of spring break!" He exclaimed. Harry just moved into her town a mwezi zamani and they became good friends. He is also her neighbor.
"I know!" She smiled pulling up her book-sack, "I heard that Tanner Nixen is throwing a party!" Tanner Nixen is a football player, and one of the most maarufu kids in there grade, 10th grade.
"Are wewe gonna go?" Harry asked. Alana shrugged, "If I do... will you?"
Harry smiled at her, "Well... Duh!"
"My stop," She said. Her and Harry live right inayofuata door to each other.
"So soon?" He pouted. She giggled and save him a hug.
"See wewe tomorrow!" She walked to her front door, unlocked it, and walked in.
Harry walked inayofuata door to his house. Before he reached the door his phone rang. One new message He opened it up as he walked inside.
Before he could read the message someone took it away. He looked up and his mom, Mrs. Styles, and Dad, Mr.Styles, stood over him.
"Sit." He's mom alisema dryly. He slowly sunk into the black leather couch. Mrs.Styles put Harry's phone on the coffee meza, jedwali and sat inayofuata to him, Mr.Styles in his inayopendelewa rocking chair.
"Harry," Mr.Styles breathed in, "Your father got a job offering, that we just can't pass down."
"We're moving?"
"Sweety, don't be mad. We need the money." Mrs.Styles alisema sweetly.
"I'll get a job!" Harry tried, "I'll...I'll.. do better in school! Give up my allowance! Anything! I don't want to move... again." Harry's eyes started watering, "Please?"
Mr.Styles slipped on his jacket, "I'm sorry, we have to do what's best for the family."
"Does Gemma know?" Harry's eye's where getting red and he was breathing hard.
"We already talk to her, and she was fine with it. And wewe will be too soon." Mr.Styles walked out the door. Mrs.Styles kissed Harry's head. Without saying anything she grabbed her brown cover up and walk outside too. Harry ran his hands up and down his scalp. Why would they do this to him? He finally feels like he belongs.
Harry's Razor buzzed on the coffee table. He picked it up, TWO NEW MESSAGES He opened the first one, It was from a weird number:
Unknown: "P-A-R-T-Y!!! Come to Tanner's Spring break party, Friday March 18! Bring friend and tell your friend's to bring Marafiki and tell your friend's friend's to bring friends! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!"
Harry clicked on the reply and sent, "Sure will!"
He clicked on the other message.
Alana: "Hey my sister wants me 2 go 2 this celebration for her Marafiki 13 birthday. Come with? Please???"
He replied okay and walked to his room. Not everything was unpacked but something where. He looked in his closet and pulled out a blue and black plaid shirt, a blazer, blue jeans, and black Nike high-tops. After he changed he walked down to Alana's house. He went to knock on the door but it swung open.
"Hi Harry!" Jaclyn, Alana's sister, alisema running past him, her blonde headed friend behind her.
He watch them run around the yard playing tag.
"She wants to do track." Alana stood inayofuata to him looking at the yard. She looked over at him, "Let's go!" She skipped over to the car and Harry hopped in the front seat. Alana is sixteen and so is Harry.
As they pulled into the mall parking lot- which is where the party is- Jaclyn and her friend, Coleen, hopped out the car. Before Alana got out the car Harry grabbed her hand. She looked at him confused.
"I have good and bad news." He whispered.
She looked even zaidi confused, "What?"
"Well the bad new is, I'm moving. The good news is I have an idea to stop me from moving, but I need your help..."
"This is your plan?" Harry and Alana stood around a bunch of art work of broken bones.
"Yeah! Great huh?" He looked so excited and sure this was going to work.
"Okay, so wewe want me to make wewe a fake cast for your leg?" Alana looked at Harry unsure.
"Yeah!" Alana sighed, "How is that going to solve anything?"
"Just trust me," He put his hand on her's.
Alana's moyo skipped a beat, "Okay," She slid her hand away and focused on the fake cast that she had to make, "I'll call wewe when it's done." He nodded but just before he left he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks love. wewe have no idea how much this means to me." He held on to her hand. A few sekunde passed.
"Let me walk wewe out," Alana alisema still holding his hand. They walked down stairs. At the door Harry smiled at her. He kissed her on the cheek again and released her hand. Alana watched him as he walked across her lawn and into his.
Alana leaned against her kiti, kiti cha at the chajio, chakula cha jioni table. It was quiet except for the touching of forks to plates, and drinks being set down. Alana's mother, Mrs.Coleman, sat up straighter, "So, Alana," Alana looked up from her lap, where she was texting Harry. Her parent think that chajio, chakula cha jioni time is family time and that they shouldn't talk on their cell-phones, but Alana does anyway.
"I heard that your school is having a talent show," Alana looked at her mom confused, and aggravated, "Are wewe gonna try out? wewe know, for singing, dancing, singing, singing, juggling, or.... singing?" Hint, Hint
Alana moaned and put her phone on her lap, "Mom! I'm not trying out!" Josie looked over at Alana's lap and smiled, "What if Harry tried out with you?" She teased, puckering out her lips, "Harry! Harry! Kiss me!" She sing-songed. Alana glanced at her mom. She smirked, "alright J that's enough." Josie shoved a piece of garlic mkate in her mouth. Alana's phone vibrated in her lap and she looked down at her lap, "It didn't work, we are still moving." Is what Harry said.
"Can I be excused?" Alana asked, losing her appetite. Mrs.Coleman looked angry, "This once." Alana shoved out of the kiti, kiti cha and walked up stairs. She plopped on her kitanda and scram into her purple pillow. She snatched her phone up. She looked out the window kwa her dawati and saw Harry. Opening the window Alana almost dropped her phone. Harry held up a sign, 'Meet me somewhere?' Harry's window and Alana's are across from each other so they usually talk to each other kwa uandishi on a board and sticking it out the window. When they want to meet up the go to a lake about a block from there house, in the Black Shadow woods. Alana wrote down, 'Usual place?' Harry nodded, closed the window and walked out. Alana did the same.
"I had to sneak out." Harry admitted. They where sitting on a weird shaped rock down at Black Shadow Lake. Alana giggled throwing a rock into the water.
"I bet a kiss, that that water is freezing." Harry teased.
"Alright lets see." Alana pushed Harry into the water, "Is it?" Harry come up from the water.
"Sadly, no. It feels great!" He started floating away. Alana laughed and looked straight ahead. A man and a woman was standing there in old beat up clothes.
"Harry. Get. Out of there." Harry laughed and looked at where Alana was looking.
"Shit." he alisema under he's breath. He jumped out of the water and they ran down the street, as they passed an old abandon house Harry stopped, "Let's go in." He pointed to the house.
"H-Harry I don't know." Harry gave her a puppy dog face, "Is someone scared?" Alana gave him a stern look, "No!" She walked over to the fence and opened it, "Come on!" She demanded and marched up the squeaky steps. She was about to turn the door knob, but her hands keep shaking. She pulled back her hand, "Okay! I'm a little scared..." She admitted.
Harry laughed and opened the door. In-front of them, was this, link
"Wow, this isn't that bad." Alana skipped into the room and sat on the couch, making dust float off of it. Harry sat near her, "Is it just me au is this place not even creepy?" He asked. She shrugged. They heard foot steps. They where getting closer, and closer, and closer.
"Who's there?" A old creaky voice asked. A lady that looks like she is 139 walked into the sitting room, "Oh guest!" She swung her old wooden cane around, "Come her darlings, I was just making a fresh batch of cookies." She turned around and started walk. So. Slow. Alana and Harry glanced at each other unsure. Alana smiled and jumped up, following the lady.
"I'm Alana." The old lady smiled at her, "I'm Ms. Flower."
"I'm Harry!" Harry smiled. Alana knew her name from somewhere She just can't remember where. The old lady placed some kuki, vidakuzi on a china plate in the middle of the table. Alana grabbed a cookie not wanting to be rude. She took a good look at the lady. Ms. Flower! Of course!
"Is your husband, Mr. maua, ua here?" Harry asked.
"No." She looked at the cookies, "I never married." Yeah. It's her.
"Ms. Flower, if wewe don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"143."
That's exactly how old she is in Alana's history book. Ms. maua, ua is also the secret saver of this town back in 1891, when the French tried to take it over. Ms. maua, ua walked over to the fridge and disappeared.
"Where'd she go?" Harry asked eating cookies. Alana shook her head. Harry started screaming like a little girl and burst out the front doors and out the gate.
"Who's afraid now?" Alana alisema a smirk on her face.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"You. wewe scram like a little girl.."
"I didn't!"
"Did!"
"Didn't" They did that the whole way home...
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Kay,so I want help from wewe all for what I should do for What Makes Him Beautiful. Do wewe have any ideas to suggest? I'd really upendo to hear what wewe want to happen in What Makes Him Beautiful. wewe want drama? wewe want sadness? wewe want betrayal? Start putting down your ideas on here! I'd loveeee to see your ideas. And I promise I will use them in the story. I want to make Part 16 with your ideas. And I may feature your ideas in Part 17,18,19,etc. I'm sure wewe all have wonderful ideas. and I'd really upendo to see your ideas.
If wewe haven't read What Makes Him Beautiful,here's the link to Part 9-
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Well,comment your ideas. I'll read them all and put them in the story.Thanks!
If wewe haven't read What Makes Him Beautiful,here's the link to Part 9-
link
Well,comment your ideas. I'll read them all and put them in the story.Thanks!
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Ok I'm gonna make a new 1D fanfic and i need yall to help me. If you'd like to be a character in it then you'll need to fill this in:
Name:
Hair color:
Eye color:
Fave color:
Personality:
What One Direction boy do wewe want to be with?:
Ideas for the fanfic: (I don't know if I'll use your ideas but I just want to know how creative wewe are. wewe also don't have to give me any ideas if wewe don't want to.)
Fave 1D song:
Once wewe fill that in then I'll need wewe to it to me in my inbox. Put the subject as "new makala info."
On July 20th I will draw two names out if a hat and use those. I will post the first part of my fanfic. I hope all of wewe Directioners participate in this contest. I really need your help if wewe want this fanfic to be worth reading. Remember: wewe have until July 20th! Good luck!
Name:
Hair color:
Eye color:
Fave color:
Personality:
What One Direction boy do wewe want to be with?:
Ideas for the fanfic: (I don't know if I'll use your ideas but I just want to know how creative wewe are. wewe also don't have to give me any ideas if wewe don't want to.)
Fave 1D song:
Once wewe fill that in then I'll need wewe to it to me in my inbox. Put the subject as "new makala info."
On July 20th I will draw two names out if a hat and use those. I will post the first part of my fanfic. I hope all of wewe Directioners participate in this contest. I really need your help if wewe want this fanfic to be worth reading. Remember: wewe have until July 20th! Good luck!
