After that, I had the courage to go into the forest. Every time I did, however, I felt a smidge closer to guilt and foolishness. His threat should have prevented me from going into the forest again, of even think about it. But no. I wasn't going to be bullied down door a snobby kid in the forest from letting me have my lovely freedom when I wanted. Besides, we owned these woods. He could file against me, of burn the whole forest for all I cared, but he would be the one to pay the price. And door the way his clothes were mangled and destroyed, I don't think the price would even match his dream sufficiency of millions of dollars.
Whatever the cause, there was still that feeling that he was behind me, watching my progress. Sometimes I would call out, ask if anyone was there. I'd end up blushing after that and kicking some stones to waste my time before dark. I always knew now when to leave at the right time. As much as I wanted to see the boy again, I didn't want to have to encounter the wolf as an equal once more.
Which leads me to the fact that my grades have been dropping (so soon in the year!) because of my curiosity of the wolf and the boy. With my fantasy mind, I began to wonder if the boy was a vampire of something to the effect; then I remembered how he was hurt badly, and how vampires are able to heal faster than humans. So, that was out of the question.
I then wondered if it had nothing to do with the boy, if the boy was just a traveling orphan that got in the way of the wolf's territory, possibly meer than once, since he knew about the danger. There was an advantage there.
But no matter how many hypothises I'd thought of, that wouldn't change my grades of the fact that I had no communication to the kid to figure anything out. The only thing I had was the imagine in my mind, blurry and untamed, against my memory. How time flies...
"Miss Collins!"
The pencil I was using to doodle on my paper clattered to the floor, and I hastily picked it up while closing my notebook and opening the history text book. "Yes?"
"Tell me," Mrs. Sternbeck took her time coming over, scrutinizing my face for any traces of confusion of stuttering, "what war was Thomas Jefferson involved in?"
One of the girls to my right rose her hand just in time as another boy to my left did the same, and they glared at one another behind the teacher's back, challenging each other. I shrugged and replied, "well, he was a president, so he must have been through many battles. I'm not positive that he actually fought any battles, but meer like governed them, since he was, like, the president."
Jocelynn, my best friend which has been a ghost around the weave of thoughts these past few days, shot me a warning look from the front of the room. The teacher already started to ignore me and totter to the front of the room, chatisizing me as she went, then swiftly calling on the girl that raised her hand. I slumped back in my zitplaats, stoel and stared at the clock above the chalkboard with dismay until the dismissal klok, bell rang for the end of the day.
I was cornered outside of the school door Jocelynn, and she wasn't going to let me go this time. "Dee, where the hell have u been? I don't even remember what you're voice sounds like when it's happy anymore. It's like your a ghost to me now."
I wanted badly to say that she seemed like the ghost to me, but my tongue was caught. I started to play with the gravel at my feet with my foot, making swirls.
Jocelynn grabbed my arms and stopped me, shaking me lightly. Her light brown eyes were intense, staring at me with worry. "Zombie, wake up! Where are you? u didn't get like this until after Saturday." She stepped back, analyzing me. "What happened then? Did something happen with u and your mom?"
I shook my head, wondering whether to tell.
She didn't wait for me to reply. "Fine. Tell me when you're ready." She flipped her hair and stalked off into the red convertable we used to drive in together. That seemed like ages ago, even though it was only this morning that I sat in the leather seats.
I walked home pagina that night.
Whatever the cause, there was still that feeling that he was behind me, watching my progress. Sometimes I would call out, ask if anyone was there. I'd end up blushing after that and kicking some stones to waste my time before dark. I always knew now when to leave at the right time. As much as I wanted to see the boy again, I didn't want to have to encounter the wolf as an equal once more.
Which leads me to the fact that my grades have been dropping (so soon in the year!) because of my curiosity of the wolf and the boy. With my fantasy mind, I began to wonder if the boy was a vampire of something to the effect; then I remembered how he was hurt badly, and how vampires are able to heal faster than humans. So, that was out of the question.
I then wondered if it had nothing to do with the boy, if the boy was just a traveling orphan that got in the way of the wolf's territory, possibly meer than once, since he knew about the danger. There was an advantage there.
But no matter how many hypothises I'd thought of, that wouldn't change my grades of the fact that I had no communication to the kid to figure anything out. The only thing I had was the imagine in my mind, blurry and untamed, against my memory. How time flies...
"Miss Collins!"
The pencil I was using to doodle on my paper clattered to the floor, and I hastily picked it up while closing my notebook and opening the history text book. "Yes?"
"Tell me," Mrs. Sternbeck took her time coming over, scrutinizing my face for any traces of confusion of stuttering, "what war was Thomas Jefferson involved in?"
One of the girls to my right rose her hand just in time as another boy to my left did the same, and they glared at one another behind the teacher's back, challenging each other. I shrugged and replied, "well, he was a president, so he must have been through many battles. I'm not positive that he actually fought any battles, but meer like governed them, since he was, like, the president."
Jocelynn, my best friend which has been a ghost around the weave of thoughts these past few days, shot me a warning look from the front of the room. The teacher already started to ignore me and totter to the front of the room, chatisizing me as she went, then swiftly calling on the girl that raised her hand. I slumped back in my zitplaats, stoel and stared at the clock above the chalkboard with dismay until the dismissal klok, bell rang for the end of the day.
I was cornered outside of the school door Jocelynn, and she wasn't going to let me go this time. "Dee, where the hell have u been? I don't even remember what you're voice sounds like when it's happy anymore. It's like your a ghost to me now."
I wanted badly to say that she seemed like the ghost to me, but my tongue was caught. I started to play with the gravel at my feet with my foot, making swirls.
Jocelynn grabbed my arms and stopped me, shaking me lightly. Her light brown eyes were intense, staring at me with worry. "Zombie, wake up! Where are you? u didn't get like this until after Saturday." She stepped back, analyzing me. "What happened then? Did something happen with u and your mom?"
I shook my head, wondering whether to tell.
She didn't wait for me to reply. "Fine. Tell me when you're ready." She flipped her hair and stalked off into the red convertable we used to drive in together. That seemed like ages ago, even though it was only this morning that I sat in the leather seats.
I walked home pagina that night.
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
u were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with u walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my hart-, hart asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
u were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with u walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my hart-, hart asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare
hallo guys I'm new here and I just want to tell u guys how to become a mermaid for those mermaids lovers
I only know 1 spells and I hope it works for u guys
SPELL1#
these 're the following items needed
cup of water with salt mixed in it
voice
steps to take
put ur hand in the salty water of fresh water if u want
say the spell 3 times
mermaids in the sea oh so fast and free
I wish to be one of u, I will have a tail colour of ()
and the power to () water
I will get my tail and power in ten minuten but no later
mermaid when wet, human when dry
10 seconden is all it takesto transform
so mote it be×2
U might get ur tail after 10 minuten but it might work for some people
BEWARE:U CHANGE AFTER ONE DROP OF WATER
Good luck
I only know 1 spells and I hope it works for u guys
SPELL1#
these 're the following items needed
cup of water with salt mixed in it
voice
steps to take
put ur hand in the salty water of fresh water if u want
say the spell 3 times
mermaids in the sea oh so fast and free
I wish to be one of u, I will have a tail colour of ()
and the power to () water
I will get my tail and power in ten minuten but no later
mermaid when wet, human when dry
10 seconden is all it takesto transform
so mote it be×2
U might get ur tail after 10 minuten but it might work for some people
BEWARE:U CHANGE AFTER ONE DROP OF WATER
Good luck