[b]I would like u to give me your honest opinion of this.[b]
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"Bentley?" An older male inquired across his cell to his new cell mate. The boy, Bentley, was no older than twenty. He was sitting on the floor when the older male called to him. Moving his ebony black hair aside, coal grey eyes looked up innocently.
"Yes, Johnson?" He replied to the other.
"Have u ever heard of the series called Total Drama?" Johnson smirked as Bentley's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I loved that show!" He gushed, his lithe body curling up slightly in anticipation. "Why do u ask?"
"Would u like to hear an untold story?"
"Really?1 I would love to!" He smiled, adjusting his oranje jumpsuit.
Then, the elder male began a story that would mean life to Bentley.
Cristopher McClain, the once great host of the 5 season long series called Total Drama, was escorted out of a police car. His dark grey eyes cold, unnerving. He was cuffed and disheveled, being led into court.
"And here we are, folks! Watching the mighty Chris McClain being escorted into the court for his trials." Blainley gossiped into the camera. "He has been charged with 3 accounts of murder, theft, and maybe more! What do u have to say for yourself, Chris?"
"....." Chris looked at the blonde, his fingers twitched in anger. The microphone was thrusted into his face now. His dark, cold eyes then looked directly into the camera, creating a dark atmosphere. He then, with a sickening change in atmosphere, smiled sweetly. "Why don't u take this microphone and go fuck yourself with it, Blainley?"
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"Bentley?" An older male inquired across his cell to his new cell mate. The boy, Bentley, was no older than twenty. He was sitting on the floor when the older male called to him. Moving his ebony black hair aside, coal grey eyes looked up innocently.
"Yes, Johnson?" He replied to the other.
"Have u ever heard of the series called Total Drama?" Johnson smirked as Bentley's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I loved that show!" He gushed, his lithe body curling up slightly in anticipation. "Why do u ask?"
"Would u like to hear an untold story?"
"Really?1 I would love to!" He smiled, adjusting his oranje jumpsuit.
Then, the elder male began a story that would mean life to Bentley.
Cristopher McClain, the once great host of the 5 season long series called Total Drama, was escorted out of a police car. His dark grey eyes cold, unnerving. He was cuffed and disheveled, being led into court.
"And here we are, folks! Watching the mighty Chris McClain being escorted into the court for his trials." Blainley gossiped into the camera. "He has been charged with 3 accounts of murder, theft, and maybe more! What do u have to say for yourself, Chris?"
"....." Chris looked at the blonde, his fingers twitched in anger. The microphone was thrusted into his face now. His dark, cold eyes then looked directly into the camera, creating a dark atmosphere. He then, with a sickening change in atmosphere, smiled sweetly. "Why don't u take this microphone and go fuck yourself with it, Blainley?"
Vannessa fought back the tears,
although her anguish showed as clear as day
on her eyes. Ryan smiled sheepishly, obviosly happy that he had made the Vannessa cry.He slammed the door hard.Vannessa backed away slowly,turned around,and broke into a run."Faster Faster!" she commanded herself,while fighting back a waterfall of tears."I have to get away!" Vannessa murmured under her breath.When she reached her house,she plopped down on her bed and let all her tears out."It will be alright tommorrow." she desperately tried to comfort herself.Then the terriying truth hit her, "It's not over yet." she wispered and broke out cying again.She knew there was no hope...
although her anguish showed as clear as day
on her eyes. Ryan smiled sheepishly, obviosly happy that he had made the Vannessa cry.He slammed the door hard.Vannessa backed away slowly,turned around,and broke into a run."Faster Faster!" she commanded herself,while fighting back a waterfall of tears."I have to get away!" Vannessa murmured under her breath.When she reached her house,she plopped down on her bed and let all her tears out."It will be alright tommorrow." she desperately tried to comfort herself.Then the terriying truth hit her, "It's not over yet." she wispered and broke out cying again.She knew there was no hope...