A/N: I've gotten a few title suggestions, but for now I'm just gonna keep it to Stay and Run. And this chapter has a lot of unnecessary details and unrelated dialogue, the first few chapters will, I just wanted to get the general idea of the girls' life.
Prologue: link
1: An Average siku in Spencer’s Life
Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with nyota missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. nyota was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.
There was a lot about that place that they didn’t know. They never figured out the name, so they just called it GAA for Government Assassin Agency. Not creative, but better than nothing. They also never found out why the seven-now three-of them were chosen. Sometimes, wewe never do.
They all missed Star. The girls kept in contact but lived pretty far away from one another, just in case GAA decided to come after them. Which is probably what happened to Star.
nyota was dead, most likely. They probably killed her. There was a slim chance they took her back to GAA. But she was most likely dead. Still, Spencer, Laurel, and Layne were intent on finding out what happened.
The girls had never contacted Marafiki au family. After all, the girls were “dead.” And there would be massive consequences if anyone found out. No one needed to tell them that.
Spencer glanced at her phone. She didn’t know what she was expecting. One of the girls, saying they found out where nyota was. Never gonna happen. Even a little thing, like her friend Jason saying he got the job he interviewed for. Anything. She needed to talk to someone.
Her doorbell rang. Who could that be? Normally, her Marafiki called before coming over. It was probably some solicitor. She walked over and opened it. She gasped.
“Star?”
nyota smiled. She was tall and skinny, with practically no cleavage but still gorgeous. Her clear blue-gray eyes sparkled like they always did. Her long, thin, straight white-blonde hair went to her waist, her bangs cut perfectly. “Hey,” she said.
Spencer pulled her into a hug. “Oh my God, where have wewe been?”
nyota hugged back. “Don’t worry. I was just finishing some stuff up.”
“Why didn’t wewe call?”
“I was busy.”
Spencer could barely think. She pulled nyota inside. “You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to see you!”
“I’m happy to see you, too, Spence.”
“Do wewe need anything?” Spencer asked.
“Nope. I’m fine.” Star’s smile was still wide and sparkly. “Actually, I’ll have a water.”
“Tell me everything,” Spencer said. “We were worried sick! Tell me what wewe were up to!” She sat down at the table, handing the glass of water to Star.
nyota sat down across from her. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m fine with long.” Spencer flipped her long, sleek, brown hair. It used to be a deep chestnut, but now it had hints of golden brown and had light red highlights.
“Well, I-“ nyota started, but Spencer interrupted her.
“You know, I should call the girls first.”
“That’s not necessary,” nyota said. “Anyway, I met up with Amber and Elody, and-“
“Wait,” Spencer looked skeptically at Star. “Amber and Elody?”
nyota laughed. “Oh, sorry. Amber, Elody, and Danielle. Anyway, we were-“
“They’ve been dead for years,” Spencer said. “What are wewe talking about?”
nyota shrugged. “Of course they’re dead. I know that.”
“So are wewe talking about a dream or…”
“Real life. zaidi au less.”
“Then how did you…”
“We’re all dead,” nyota said. “All five of them. Six, if wewe include me. I just came back to finish GAA’s business.”
Spencer shook her head. “Star, what…”
“Danielle, Elody, and Amber died at the GAA. I just killed the others.” nyota accidentally knocked over the water glass. “Oops!” She started cleaning up the water, which was now blood. She stood up, her face now rotted. “You’re next.” She was inayofuata to Spencer in a blink of an eye, and grabbed her throat.
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Spencer bolted up, hyperventilating. She was in her room. Alive. Obviously alive, since her moyo was pounding against her ribs. She closed her open MacBook, which was open to a Creepypasta website. She had to stop kusoma those before bed.
She glanced at her alarm clock. “Crap,” she said, remembering she forgot to set her alarm. It was eight-oh-nine. She had work at eight thirty. In a rush, she pulled on a tight, long-sleeved, lace white shati with a blue denim vest. She pulled on a short black skirt, tied her golden brown hair into a high ponytail, and applied her makeup. Thank God she showered the night before. She grabbed her bag, put on her knee-high black combat boots, and jumped into her Prius.
She drove away from her house. It was good for a college student living alone, but not the best. It was Sunday, so she didn’t have any classes, just work. She would be graduating this year.
She and her Marafiki had scored new identities. They had to pretend that they didn’t know each other, but had their secret meetings. The all lived far apart, au as far apart as wewe could be in Carline, Pennsylvania. Population: 2,906. Spencer Eymes had become Lorissa Martin at GAA. Now she was Spencer Reyes. She and the girls acted like normal citizens. She had a job at the small boutique on Main, in one of those two-story buildings that was connected to all the other ones. It was like the buildings in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where she had gone last mwaka for vacation.
She hit the side of the wheel in frustration when she hit the third red light in a row. She would definitely be late now. She turned up the radio to calm down. Pumped Up Kicks was playing. A normal person who had gone through everything she had would turn it off, the song being too much of a reminder of her time at GAA. But she found the theme of the song almost amusing. The catchy, playful tune didn’t go with the lyrics at all. She kept thinking about the song, taking her mind off things. When it switched to Party Rock Anthem, she immediately changed it. She couldn’t stand that song.
Finally, Spencer pulled into her spot inayofuata to the sidewalk right in front of Carrie’s, the boutique she worked at. It wasn’t really HER spot, but people tended to catch on that she liked to park there after her scene a few months zamani when someone else parked there. She was nothing is not stubborn.
The kengele chimed as she walked through the door. “Hey,” Carrie, the owner, called.
“Sorry I’m late,” Spencer said. “My alarm clock didn’t go off au something. And I had a weird dream.”
“Weird bila mpangilio au weird scary?” her coworker, Alexandria, asked.
“Scary,” Spencer said. “I fell asleep-“
“Reading creepypasta?”
Spencer chuckled. “How did wewe know?”
“You’re always kusoma it. How can wewe stand it? It scares the hell out of me.”
“I like a good scare.”
“Get to work!” Carrie alisema as she walked to the back.
Spencer put her bag down and began organizing the new jewelry that had come in. “You should really read one, Alexi. There’s this one called The Russian Sleep Experiment with some people who become monsters because of a lack of sleep-“
“Stop!” Alexi yelled. “That’s not funny!”
“It’s very funny,” Spencer said. Alexi had a tendency to stay up multiple days in a row. “Then there’s a short one called The Frequency that made me scared of my computer.
“Seriously, Spence,” Alexi said. “Stop. wewe know those are the ones that would get to me.”
“That’s the point of creepypasta,” Spencer explained. “It uses things we hear about every siku and scare us. It’s worse than horror movies.” Alexi groaned. Spencer continued. “Try Squidward’s Suicide. It’s a good one for rookies.”
“Just stop talking about it!” Alexi said. “I read one. It was called The Ring. Completely different from the movie.”
Spencer rolled her eyes. “The Ring isn’t even scary. Oh! Cupcakes! That one’s just disturbing.”
“That’s the My Little gppony, pony one?”
“Yeah.”
Alexi laughed and shook her head. “I can’t believe we’re talking about creepypasta. Who came up with that name, anyway?”
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s as ridiculous as those shipper names from TV shows.”
Alexi laughed. “There’s a shipper name called Chair. That made me laugh.”
“Wonderful,” Spencer said, “A couple named after furniture. wewe know any zaidi funny-sounding ones?”
Alexi nodded. “A lot. They all sound weird. But the juu three most weird sounding ones are Spoby, Brucas, and Puckelberry.”
Spencer laughed. “And it’s weird knowing my name is in the first one.”
Alexi shrugged. “Yeah, well.”
Spencer smiled. She loved her conversations with Alexi. She was tall, with straightened brown, almost black, hair, tannish skin, and brown eyes. Part Filipino. Alexandria was one of her best Marafiki outside of Layne and Laurel.
“Oh, did wewe hear about that missing girl?” Alexi asked.
“No,” Spencer said. “Who is she?”
“I forgot her name. But she’s from around here.”
“Where did wewe hear?”
“The news. Just local news. There are a lot of other missing people, so it’s not really noticeable.”
“Yeah. What did the girl look like?”
“Gorgeous,” Alexi said. “White-blonde hair, slightly dimpled chin, blue eyes. But I don’t know much.”
Spencer nodded. Of course it was Star.
“Oh, did wewe hear about those seven girls who disappeared from Oregon, like, eight years ago?” Alexi asked.
Spencer whirled. “Umm, no,” she lied. “Where did wewe hear about that?”
Alexi shrugged. “Jason told me. He alisema one of them was named Spencer.”
“Creepy,” Spencer said. Of course it was her. Seven girls go in, four come out, one goes missing. “Hey, have wewe seen Jason recently? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
Alexi shook her head. “Nope.”
The kengele rang as someone walked through the door. Spencer looked up to see Jason waving at her. “Speak of the devil.”
Jason walked over. “Hey, girls.”
“Hey, Jason,” Alexi alisema flirtatiously. Spencer nudged her. Alexi walked away to help another customer.
“What’s up?” Spencer asked.
Jason ran a hand through his hair. “Not much. Sorry I haven’t called au anything, I’ve been busy.”
“It’s fine,” Spencer said. “Oh, I was wondering, how was your date?”
Jason shrugged. “Not the best.”
“Aw. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t really into him anyway.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect guy for you, someday.” Spencer smiled. Jason didn’t come across to the average person as gay. He seemed like a normal, straight guy. Which he wasn’t. Not the straight part, anyway. Spencer had played matchmaker for him a few times, which never seemed to work.
“Yeah, I wish. If your friend would stop flirting with me.”
Spencer chuckled. “She’s just joking. She knows you’re gay.”
“Really?”
Spencer rolled her eyes. It was no surprise, Jason was hot. He had sort of longish, shaggy brown hair and ice blue eyes that popped out at you. And she had seen him shirtless that one time at the beach, pwani in New Hampshire…
Alexi walked over, interrupting the conversation. “Spence, do wewe know where that blue koti, jacket is? With the dhahabu buttons?”
Spencer pointed to a rack near the back of the store. “Over there.”
“’Kay.” Alexi walked over, keeping eye contact with Jason for just a little too long.
Spencer rolled her eyes again. “Alexi, watch it!”
Alexi watched it, leading a confused customer to the rack.
Jason laughed. “You know that missing girl? nyota au something?”
Spencer flinched. “Yeah.”
“They matched her to a girl who disappeared eight years ago.”
Spencer stopped what she was doing. “Wait, what?”
Jason shrugged. “She had a different last name, but the same first name and same appearance.”
Spencer stood there, shocked. Someone had found out. Someone had identified Star.
“Which means this girl was alive all this time, just never found, then she went missing again,” Jason explained.
“Yeah, I know what it means.”
“Then why are wewe so…”
“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “I just…excuse me.” She walked to the staff room, leaving Jason standing there, confused.
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“Come on, pick up,” Spencer whispered as she paced around the room with her cell phone. It went to voicemail. “Hey, Laur, it’s me, Spencer. Umm, there’s something I really need to tell wewe and Layne, so if wewe could come over later au something, that would be great. So, just, call back when wewe get this. Bye.”
She had called both Layne and Laurel, but neither of them were picking up. She began to worry. What if they were gone, too?
Luckily, she heard back. Layne’s phone died and laurel was at a movie. They got to Spencer’s around eightish that night.
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The girls sat at Spencer’s chajio, chakula cha jioni table. She tried not to remember her nightmare from the night before. “So, wewe guys know that Star’s disappearance has become public?”
laurel nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“They found out she disappeared eight years ago,” Spencer answered. “They know it’s the same girl.”
Layne looked at Spencer in shock. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
laurel looked panicked. “Do they know about us?”
Spencer shook her head. “No. Not yet. But we should move, now.”
“What do wewe mean move?” laurel asked.
“Move. Get away from here before they can find us.”
“Where will we go?” asked Layne.
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. South, maybe.”
laurel nodded. “Okay. When?”
“Next week, at the least.”
Layne exchanged a glance with laurel and nodded slightly, looking down. “Okay.”
Spencer’s attention turned to Layne. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Layne said. “It’s fine. We’re moving.”
Prologue: link
1: An Average siku in Spencer’s Life
Spencer sat at her desk. Tomorrow was her twenty-second birthday. The first of the girls’ birthdays with nyota missing. Spencer had been sad ever since she disappeared. nyota was one of her best friends. And after losing three when they were recruits, she couldn’t take it.
There was a lot about that place that they didn’t know. They never figured out the name, so they just called it GAA for Government Assassin Agency. Not creative, but better than nothing. They also never found out why the seven-now three-of them were chosen. Sometimes, wewe never do.
They all missed Star. The girls kept in contact but lived pretty far away from one another, just in case GAA decided to come after them. Which is probably what happened to Star.
nyota was dead, most likely. They probably killed her. There was a slim chance they took her back to GAA. But she was most likely dead. Still, Spencer, Laurel, and Layne were intent on finding out what happened.
The girls had never contacted Marafiki au family. After all, the girls were “dead.” And there would be massive consequences if anyone found out. No one needed to tell them that.
Spencer glanced at her phone. She didn’t know what she was expecting. One of the girls, saying they found out where nyota was. Never gonna happen. Even a little thing, like her friend Jason saying he got the job he interviewed for. Anything. She needed to talk to someone.
Her doorbell rang. Who could that be? Normally, her Marafiki called before coming over. It was probably some solicitor. She walked over and opened it. She gasped.
“Star?”
nyota smiled. She was tall and skinny, with practically no cleavage but still gorgeous. Her clear blue-gray eyes sparkled like they always did. Her long, thin, straight white-blonde hair went to her waist, her bangs cut perfectly. “Hey,” she said.
Spencer pulled her into a hug. “Oh my God, where have wewe been?”
nyota hugged back. “Don’t worry. I was just finishing some stuff up.”
“Why didn’t wewe call?”
“I was busy.”
Spencer could barely think. She pulled nyota inside. “You wouldn’t believe how happy I am to see you!”
“I’m happy to see you, too, Spence.”
“Do wewe need anything?” Spencer asked.
“Nope. I’m fine.” Star’s smile was still wide and sparkly. “Actually, I’ll have a water.”
“Tell me everything,” Spencer said. “We were worried sick! Tell me what wewe were up to!” She sat down at the table, handing the glass of water to Star.
nyota sat down across from her. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m fine with long.” Spencer flipped her long, sleek, brown hair. It used to be a deep chestnut, but now it had hints of golden brown and had light red highlights.
“Well, I-“ nyota started, but Spencer interrupted her.
“You know, I should call the girls first.”
“That’s not necessary,” nyota said. “Anyway, I met up with Amber and Elody, and-“
“Wait,” Spencer looked skeptically at Star. “Amber and Elody?”
nyota laughed. “Oh, sorry. Amber, Elody, and Danielle. Anyway, we were-“
“They’ve been dead for years,” Spencer said. “What are wewe talking about?”
nyota shrugged. “Of course they’re dead. I know that.”
“So are wewe talking about a dream or…”
“Real life. zaidi au less.”
“Then how did you…”
“We’re all dead,” nyota said. “All five of them. Six, if wewe include me. I just came back to finish GAA’s business.”
Spencer shook her head. “Star, what…”
“Danielle, Elody, and Amber died at the GAA. I just killed the others.” nyota accidentally knocked over the water glass. “Oops!” She started cleaning up the water, which was now blood. She stood up, her face now rotted. “You’re next.” She was inayofuata to Spencer in a blink of an eye, and grabbed her throat.
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Spencer bolted up, hyperventilating. She was in her room. Alive. Obviously alive, since her moyo was pounding against her ribs. She closed her open MacBook, which was open to a Creepypasta website. She had to stop kusoma those before bed.
She glanced at her alarm clock. “Crap,” she said, remembering she forgot to set her alarm. It was eight-oh-nine. She had work at eight thirty. In a rush, she pulled on a tight, long-sleeved, lace white shati with a blue denim vest. She pulled on a short black skirt, tied her golden brown hair into a high ponytail, and applied her makeup. Thank God she showered the night before. She grabbed her bag, put on her knee-high black combat boots, and jumped into her Prius.
She drove away from her house. It was good for a college student living alone, but not the best. It was Sunday, so she didn’t have any classes, just work. She would be graduating this year.
She and her Marafiki had scored new identities. They had to pretend that they didn’t know each other, but had their secret meetings. The all lived far apart, au as far apart as wewe could be in Carline, Pennsylvania. Population: 2,906. Spencer Eymes had become Lorissa Martin at GAA. Now she was Spencer Reyes. She and the girls acted like normal citizens. She had a job at the small boutique on Main, in one of those two-story buildings that was connected to all the other ones. It was like the buildings in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where she had gone last mwaka for vacation.
She hit the side of the wheel in frustration when she hit the third red light in a row. She would definitely be late now. She turned up the radio to calm down. Pumped Up Kicks was playing. A normal person who had gone through everything she had would turn it off, the song being too much of a reminder of her time at GAA. But she found the theme of the song almost amusing. The catchy, playful tune didn’t go with the lyrics at all. She kept thinking about the song, taking her mind off things. When it switched to Party Rock Anthem, she immediately changed it. She couldn’t stand that song.
Finally, Spencer pulled into her spot inayofuata to the sidewalk right in front of Carrie’s, the boutique she worked at. It wasn’t really HER spot, but people tended to catch on that she liked to park there after her scene a few months zamani when someone else parked there. She was nothing is not stubborn.
The kengele chimed as she walked through the door. “Hey,” Carrie, the owner, called.
“Sorry I’m late,” Spencer said. “My alarm clock didn’t go off au something. And I had a weird dream.”
“Weird bila mpangilio au weird scary?” her coworker, Alexandria, asked.
“Scary,” Spencer said. “I fell asleep-“
“Reading creepypasta?”
Spencer chuckled. “How did wewe know?”
“You’re always kusoma it. How can wewe stand it? It scares the hell out of me.”
“I like a good scare.”
“Get to work!” Carrie alisema as she walked to the back.
Spencer put her bag down and began organizing the new jewelry that had come in. “You should really read one, Alexi. There’s this one called The Russian Sleep Experiment with some people who become monsters because of a lack of sleep-“
“Stop!” Alexi yelled. “That’s not funny!”
“It’s very funny,” Spencer said. Alexi had a tendency to stay up multiple days in a row. “Then there’s a short one called The Frequency that made me scared of my computer.
“Seriously, Spence,” Alexi said. “Stop. wewe know those are the ones that would get to me.”
“That’s the point of creepypasta,” Spencer explained. “It uses things we hear about every siku and scare us. It’s worse than horror movies.” Alexi groaned. Spencer continued. “Try Squidward’s Suicide. It’s a good one for rookies.”
“Just stop talking about it!” Alexi said. “I read one. It was called The Ring. Completely different from the movie.”
Spencer rolled her eyes. “The Ring isn’t even scary. Oh! Cupcakes! That one’s just disturbing.”
“That’s the My Little gppony, pony one?”
“Yeah.”
Alexi laughed and shook her head. “I can’t believe we’re talking about creepypasta. Who came up with that name, anyway?”
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s as ridiculous as those shipper names from TV shows.”
Alexi laughed. “There’s a shipper name called Chair. That made me laugh.”
“Wonderful,” Spencer said, “A couple named after furniture. wewe know any zaidi funny-sounding ones?”
Alexi nodded. “A lot. They all sound weird. But the juu three most weird sounding ones are Spoby, Brucas, and Puckelberry.”
Spencer laughed. “And it’s weird knowing my name is in the first one.”
Alexi shrugged. “Yeah, well.”
Spencer smiled. She loved her conversations with Alexi. She was tall, with straightened brown, almost black, hair, tannish skin, and brown eyes. Part Filipino. Alexandria was one of her best Marafiki outside of Layne and Laurel.
“Oh, did wewe hear about that missing girl?” Alexi asked.
“No,” Spencer said. “Who is she?”
“I forgot her name. But she’s from around here.”
“Where did wewe hear?”
“The news. Just local news. There are a lot of other missing people, so it’s not really noticeable.”
“Yeah. What did the girl look like?”
“Gorgeous,” Alexi said. “White-blonde hair, slightly dimpled chin, blue eyes. But I don’t know much.”
Spencer nodded. Of course it was Star.
“Oh, did wewe hear about those seven girls who disappeared from Oregon, like, eight years ago?” Alexi asked.
Spencer whirled. “Umm, no,” she lied. “Where did wewe hear about that?”
Alexi shrugged. “Jason told me. He alisema one of them was named Spencer.”
“Creepy,” Spencer said. Of course it was her. Seven girls go in, four come out, one goes missing. “Hey, have wewe seen Jason recently? I haven’t heard from him in a while.”
Alexi shook her head. “Nope.”
The kengele rang as someone walked through the door. Spencer looked up to see Jason waving at her. “Speak of the devil.”
Jason walked over. “Hey, girls.”
“Hey, Jason,” Alexi alisema flirtatiously. Spencer nudged her. Alexi walked away to help another customer.
“What’s up?” Spencer asked.
Jason ran a hand through his hair. “Not much. Sorry I haven’t called au anything, I’ve been busy.”
“It’s fine,” Spencer said. “Oh, I was wondering, how was your date?”
Jason shrugged. “Not the best.”
“Aw. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I wasn’t really into him anyway.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect guy for you, someday.” Spencer smiled. Jason didn’t come across to the average person as gay. He seemed like a normal, straight guy. Which he wasn’t. Not the straight part, anyway. Spencer had played matchmaker for him a few times, which never seemed to work.
“Yeah, I wish. If your friend would stop flirting with me.”
Spencer chuckled. “She’s just joking. She knows you’re gay.”
“Really?”
Spencer rolled her eyes. It was no surprise, Jason was hot. He had sort of longish, shaggy brown hair and ice blue eyes that popped out at you. And she had seen him shirtless that one time at the beach, pwani in New Hampshire…
Alexi walked over, interrupting the conversation. “Spence, do wewe know where that blue koti, jacket is? With the dhahabu buttons?”
Spencer pointed to a rack near the back of the store. “Over there.”
“’Kay.” Alexi walked over, keeping eye contact with Jason for just a little too long.
Spencer rolled her eyes again. “Alexi, watch it!”
Alexi watched it, leading a confused customer to the rack.
Jason laughed. “You know that missing girl? nyota au something?”
Spencer flinched. “Yeah.”
“They matched her to a girl who disappeared eight years ago.”
Spencer stopped what she was doing. “Wait, what?”
Jason shrugged. “She had a different last name, but the same first name and same appearance.”
Spencer stood there, shocked. Someone had found out. Someone had identified Star.
“Which means this girl was alive all this time, just never found, then she went missing again,” Jason explained.
“Yeah, I know what it means.”
“Then why are wewe so…”
“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “I just…excuse me.” She walked to the staff room, leaving Jason standing there, confused.
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“Come on, pick up,” Spencer whispered as she paced around the room with her cell phone. It went to voicemail. “Hey, Laur, it’s me, Spencer. Umm, there’s something I really need to tell wewe and Layne, so if wewe could come over later au something, that would be great. So, just, call back when wewe get this. Bye.”
She had called both Layne and Laurel, but neither of them were picking up. She began to worry. What if they were gone, too?
Luckily, she heard back. Layne’s phone died and laurel was at a movie. They got to Spencer’s around eightish that night.
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The girls sat at Spencer’s chajio, chakula cha jioni table. She tried not to remember her nightmare from the night before. “So, wewe guys know that Star’s disappearance has become public?”
laurel nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“They found out she disappeared eight years ago,” Spencer answered. “They know it’s the same girl.”
Layne looked at Spencer in shock. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
laurel looked panicked. “Do they know about us?”
Spencer shook her head. “No. Not yet. But we should move, now.”
“What do wewe mean move?” laurel asked.
“Move. Get away from here before they can find us.”
“Where will we go?” asked Layne.
Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. South, maybe.”
laurel nodded. “Okay. When?”
“Next week, at the least.”
Layne exchanged a glance with laurel and nodded slightly, looking down. “Okay.”
Spencer’s attention turned to Layne. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Layne said. “It’s fine. We’re moving.”
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will wewe be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will wewe run?
Will wewe hide?
au will wewe hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and wewe are the apple.
So who will wewe be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will wewe cower,
au will wewe fight?
Is your moyo made of glass?
au a pure snow white?
Who will wewe be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will wewe run?
Will wewe hide?
au will wewe hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and wewe are the apple.
So who will wewe be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will wewe cower,
au will wewe fight?
Is your moyo made of glass?
au a pure snow white?
tell me why i miss you
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these maswali on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why wewe wont let me onyesha wewe that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope wewe read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
why did i have feelings for you?
i wish i could answer these maswali on my own,
but i cant.
honestly, they only thing that i want right now is you.
i dont know why i still miss you,
i dont understand why i really want another chance
what i really dont get is why wewe wont let me onyesha wewe that ive changed
back then i didnt know any better
after going on intercession, ive grown alot
in all honesty, yesterday really made me think about things
it opened my eyes, and changed the way i felt.
i didn't really know you,
i wanted to get away,
now, i realize i was wrong, and im sorry.
i hate that we dont talk anymore
i wish we still do.
i hope wewe read this,
and forgive me, so we can start over again.
Hi, my name is Hikaru.
What's yours :)
I intend to bring up a term that I am sure that wewe have all already herd of. Global warming. It is slowly, but surely killing us all! We need to unite as a team to stop global warming and save the world. Global warming is heating up the earth because of some people's bad choices, should we suffer because of that? NO! Global warming is killing inoccent wanyama and people, we could save them. Global warming is caused kwa pollution and over usage of electrisity. Start today. Turn off lights when wewe leave the room, don't leave anything on that doesn't need to be on. Start helping today. Save the world jiunge me. Be happy. Help me create a better place for everyone.
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, au could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his moyo torn into pieces, au turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with upendo too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the beach, pwani after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this mwaka in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these maswali and zaidi will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and sekunde book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the sekunde series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
