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Chapter 10
I waited till charlie started snoring and went to matts room we talked and talked I told him about my Marafiki and the teachers………………………….
Till I heard charlie wake up and rushed in an inhuman speed to my room and faked for charlie that I was sleeping I got uop and washed my face and got dressed for school when I went down stairs charlie was gone mayy got ready to and I thineked about a black bmw but not that expensive and it apeared in the drive way
-do wewe like your new car?
I asked matt
-its mine?
-yup!
-my family cant efford it its yours!
-thanks
He gave me a hug suddenly...

Chapter 8
I was so nerves how charlie was going to react, matt squeezed my hand to comfort me charlie opened the door and gasped he was stairing at me ,not beliving it was me
-Bella?
He wasn’t sure if it was really me and then I heard billys voice from the phone
-charlie charlie are wewe ok?
He didn’t respond and turned off the phone
-yeah dad its me
He staired at me again
-you look different!
-yeah two weeks does that to you.
I lied to him
-oh Bella! I missed wewe so much I was so worried that I wouldn’t see wewe again!
Then I took my hand out of matts and hugged him
-your cold
-yeah its freezing out...

“Hay” Byron said. “Hi”I alisema “um….can I talk to you? This is sort of important.” I waited for his answer. It seemed like forever. “Sure. What do wewe want to talk about?” I didn’t know how to start. “Your sister. She’s being quite childish about this I mean she’s 15 I know I acted like a 5-year old when it doesn’t get what it wants. But this is just….well dumb-” he cut me off. “How is she being childish?!” he was very furious he looked like would explode. “Well… she only lets wewe talk to me when she’s not here. We have to hide the notes from her. And…...

A/N: This is not much my type of uandishi style, but I'm going to try it out. Hope wewe like it. Please rate !

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This is a new day, a fine clear sky

Trades the sun to mock our sight

With these eyes, I see no blue



He’s clutching my arm, and yelling

Yelling what? I don’t know

But I’m falling, we’re falling

Falling into a hole, digging our my souls up

For someone else to find

If this is what I get for having one

I don’t want it anymore



And there are rose-less thorns

Biting my hand,

It hurts, and I’m crying

You’re hurt, and you’re dying

I don’t know...

Ok, sorry for not uandishi zaidi sooner but I wasn't home! Ok... so thanks to patrisha727 for the help...
Thanks to Emmett4ever as always for that first push...
And thanks to everyone for the support...


"Daniel's POV"


I'll wait for you... I promised wewe that, I promised myself that and I'm keeping my promise... But, please, find a way to let me know that wewe are all right...
Find a way to keep my hope up...


I staied nyumbani for three days... Waiting for any letter from her. I just needed to know that she was safe...
I never went down, unless for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I hadn't talk to my father...

Not much to say, just thanks to DxCluvr for the help....
Thanks to Just_bella for all the help as well...
Thanks to Patrisha727 for helping me find the banner and the ikoni for my spot...
And thanks to everyone for the support...
This time the lines are all mine... No song to inspire them


"Daniel's POV"

Can I fight when there's no hope? Can I smile when there's no happiness? Can I still upendo when the one I upendo is gone? Can I live when I hope for death?
I try to stay awake not wanting to dream of her, not wanting to see her eyes, her lips, her face begging to stay with me! I'm trying to go back...

Chapter One:

Benny:

Benny climbed onto the bus, giving the bus driver a kind smile as he paid his fare. It was an early March morning, so early that the sky still had streaks of machungwa, chungwa and pink in it, very reluctantly giving way to gray-blue. It was cold out, so Benny pulled his brown koti, jacket tighter around him as he took his kiti, kiti cha near the back of the bus.

He sat in the kiti, kiti cha nearest the window, like he always did when he was sitting kwa himself. He cracked it open a bit. The breeze, however cold it was, made him feel a little less cooped up, a little less separated from the rest of the world that...

He was yelling again.

    I’d close my eyes, letting his voice fade over my ears, pleading my breath to go even. My ears traveled out, hearing anything but my father’s yelling, anything but his harsh insults, anything but his mocking...

    Tick, tick, the clock was ticking. It was an Angel clock, hanging over my head, hanging over the computer I was sitting in front of.

    He was saying something about towels, towels left on the floor in the bathroom...

    “...left towels all over the damn floors...someone...

Chapter Sixteen

The inayofuata siku and after Church, Sean came over to see the girls and while seeing him playing happily with the girls and with Boyd on the right side of her chair, Jamie was thinking about breaking Mac’s promise and going ahead with the chajio, chakula cha jioni together with Sean but she couldn’t because she promised her little girl and don’t want to see her moyo being broken and so will Michael if he finds out about the chajio, chakula cha jioni with Sean and his wife.

Also, when Sean turned to her and gave her a slight grin on his face before heading back with the girls, Jamie also smiled at him and after...

Chapter Fifteen

Later that siku and after chajio, chakula cha jioni and playing games with Mama and Sean, Mac knew that after Sean leaves their nyumbani to go back to his own house and once Jamie cleans them up, put them in their pajamas, and read them a story au two, then she can ask her mother about that odd thing she saw that siku between her mom and the man who hangs out with them any chance he got.

It was coming closer and closer. After Sean had left, four of the Thomas family is heading into their ‘getting ready for bed’ routine which means taking a bath, taking sure that the kids had brushed their teeth, used...

I left Jason at his house while I drove to work. When I first walked into the building and straight to the elevator, floor twelve. I got of the elevator and waiting there was a woman with a clip board smiling at me well I don’t know if she was smiling at me au if her face was stuck like that but I greeted her.
“Hi I’m April Meyers; I’ll be your assistant.” She held her hand out and I took it. “Vanna is waiting for wewe in her office. Do wewe need anything?” She walked and talked. “No thank you, not right know.”
She opened the door and I stepped in and shut it. I couldn’t believe...

"So Starr what is going on?" my mom asks me when Elliot and I sit on the kitanda "And who is this?" she motions to Elliot
"I'm Elliot from 2009. I'm excited to be here Mrs Makenzie I upendo your daughter," he says
My mom raises her eyebrows "Oh wow already? Starr please explain,"
I sigh "I chose the wrong job mom. Oh sure I chose the job where it sounds the most interesting but little did I know I was working for the bad guys,"
My dad walks in with popcorn and sits down "Please start at the beginning Starr I want to hear everything," he says
I sigh "Okay so wewe guys know I was in 2009 right?"
...

I’m finally on my own, alone. I just turned eighteen a couple of months zamani and I got a job offer in Los Angeles California. I’ve been uandishi since I could write and when I reached junior high I joined the new paper and I did the same in high school and in my sekunde mwaka of high school I was offered a job as a reported for the Salem New Hampshire news paper and I accepted. My job threw the years had grown and now that I’m done high school I can take the job offer.
    Ya my parents were pissed when the found out I wasn’t going to collage but if wewe think about it...

Tayce’s p.o.v

“Training time for Lilly” I sneered looking at the small blond. She nodded. “Let me get ready” She said. I shrugged and then turned to go, but was stopped kwa Hayden. “She already trained today” he informed me, I nodded. “I know, but Rebecca wants her to have zaidi of it” I told him, he rolled his eyes. “Why is she being such a bitch?” he asked me I laughed. “It’s Rebecca, she sees her as a threat” I told him, he tensed up. The he turned to me. “You’re not being so bad” he said, pointing out that I’m usually a bitch. “She didn’t do anything...

I woke up, still in Ethan’s arms; my face was up against his chest. I slowly moved up, Ethan noticed this, he let go of me. I got up and walked over to the jikoni table. Why was I in Ethan’s arms? But then I remembered. ‘Adam.......he’s dead’ Dawns words came to my head. I nearly fell down again, but arms caught me. “Whoa....come on” Ethan alisema pulling me back to the couch. I was now sitting on the couch, Ethan sat beside me. “How did he....?” I asked. I sounded angry but I wasn’t I just couldn’t feel anything else. “We don’t know” Ethan answered me. He was trying...

A/N: My first poem I post here...I hope it is any good.

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Memories

Far distant seem to be
the things I now call memory.
The good and bad, the right and wrong
share a thing, cause they are gone.

Long forgotten feelings rise
each of them in their disguise.
They are not dead, so it only seems
waiting patiently to haunt me in my dreams.

Will it ever cease to be?
Even if it's called memory
Does that mean I always have to remember
to give up, to hide from them, to surrender?

Whenever I fight them I will lose.
I have nothing between I could choose.
No matter...

Me: okay i actually found this story in my local newspaer from 20 years back. And i'll put a symbol for town names. I don't want rapists au pheaodifiles coming to my town... okay lets begin. And i shall have to give some background history. Well at there was a renovation going on at $ which was between # and &, for an old mental asylum to be converted into a power house musuem. Anyway so this story takes place then. I think i'm not sure of dates.
$ was a small town, very small as in like only three -5 thousande people


okay so in Australia out in the country there was a young couple travelling...

Alexander stood in front of me. I was looking up at him from my spot in the shower.
    “Now what did wewe think wewe were going to accomplish kwa coming down here?” He asked, and looked around.
    “I thought wewe wouldn’t find me,” I admitted sheepishly. It sounded stupid when I alisema it.
    “Your thought process has yet to amaze me,” he chuckled. “This room is sound proof, right?”
    “Uh, yeah. Why?” I looked up at him curiously.
    “Just wondering if that maintenance...

I paced around the room, Alexander would be nyumbani in a few minutes. I was going to tell him what happened between Grey and me. I was nervous, but I had to do it. It wasn’t fair of me not too.
    “Alexander, I know this is bad, but I must tell you,” I practiced aloud, staring at the empty wall. “I slept with Grey, and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but she seduced me. I tried to say no, but I was too weak. I really tried, though. Please, please forgive me Alexander. We can work it out, I know we can,” I thought I was doing really well; I prayed he would forgive...

I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, mwandishi Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the bila mpangilio House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to onyesha au indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, au indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with...