As doctors rushed in and Mariah and Tiffany ran inayofuata to Kyle, James sat there, looking at his brother, remembering all that they'd gone through, fighting evil monsters that don't exist, fighting bad guys, everything, they survived it all. Except the human race, their own species. He was about to cry but looked up and saw Mariah and Tiffany, crying. He hugged them tight, like Kyle used to. "It'll be ok" he said. "But what are we going to do?" sobbed Mariah. "Live on." alisema James and hugged them tighter. Later that evening James went to Kyle's house and looked under his kitanda and found a box. He changed the letters so it alisema Sheila. Inside were pictures, of their mum. It had uandishi to. It didn't take long for him to realise that it was their mums things. There was a picture of his mum holding two babys on the back it said; 'Me holding my two children, James and Kyle, my little sunshines of life.'
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all alisema names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave wewe hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and wewe don't hear it much." alisema Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a nenosiri for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all alisema names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave wewe hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and wewe don't hear it much." alisema Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a nenosiri for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
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!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much zaidi green
dragoni that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give wewe nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, au copper au even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
wewe can get your own fairy and wish for whatever wewe want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much zaidi green
dragoni that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give wewe nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, au copper au even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
wewe can get your own fairy and wish for whatever wewe want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around