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Dwight hurriedly joined and saw what made Ellaine occupied. Just like Ellaine, Dwight couldn't believe what she just saw. She repeatedly switches her gaze between me and the camera in front of them. "So, it's you, Zyie?" Ellaine asked in a very serious manner. I nervously forced a smile "I'm sorry." "You're the author of Drizzles of Yellow?" Dwight followed. Like Ellaine, I could see how surprised Dwight was. Dwight is an avid reader of Drizzles of Yellow. Everytime we talk, there are no times that she won't bring up that website. She told me how she admired the author.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

"Yes!" "Really?" Dior chuckles wickedly. "Because when I broke into your locker that one time, I read through some of your romance novels, and wow—Patricia, you're a thirsty girl. All the guys were described as ripped, perfect creatures, which makes me believe I might not be that far-off from what you desire." I inwardly scream. "YOU READ THROUGH MY NOVELS?!" I'm seething, convinced there can't be a cockier guy than Dior on the face of the earth. Once more, I face him but then immediately regret it.

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

Guess not everyone around Clement thought like him. I liked his comment The next day, Madison took down the video. Later, I got a call from Clement. "Are you out of your mind? Madison's just a college girl who hasn't even graduated. You seriously went after her online? What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make sure I never take you back?

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

Music guy… He sat at the carved wooden table, a laptop on the table, and offered me a seat by his side. “I'm hoping we'll find something on the internet.” He opened his web browser and typed Annabelle Steele. I winced. Annabelle Steele is dead on the internet. “You won't get anything from this, Damien.” “I might.” “Maybe.” I murmured. “Maybe a death certificate.” “Be positive.” He smiled at the screen. I wished I were the screen.

It changed daily, but W-17-D listened nonetheless because it was something to do. W-18-D was quiet today. W-17-D assumed that he was in for weekly experiments. Everyone was always quiet afterward for a few days. The experiments were painful, they needed to let their bodies adjust. He left his neighbor be and instead attempted to read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief for the umpteenth time. W-17-D had read it so many times, he could probably recite it, word for word. He needed to put in a request for more reading material.

She began to read what she saw. Dear diary, Like all the other days, today is a special day. Today is the love of my life, Derick’s one hundredth year as a vampire. Dana baked a special cake, but unfortunately none of us could eat it, so we ended up throwing pieces of it down the mountain. I had so much fun decorating Derick’s handsome face with the cake. I wish everyday could be like this… She had read some lines before Dana stopped her. “Of course, it makes sense that you can read it. It’s your diary after all. You can keep it. Probably you’ll see something she wrote there that will be helpful to your quest.”

” Dora finally said. ”I absolutely don't get where your point is going?” Zoe asked, still confused. ”Don't act dumb with me girl,” Dora said staring at her nails. ”Do you mean Lisa likes Alex and wanted to video them so she could share it on the net?” Zoe said feeling disgusted. ”Yes, exactly?” Dora said. ”My nails feel dirty and I haven't been to the spa for a long time, do you want to come? My treat.” Dora offered. ”Nah, I can't go with you, I have work after school.” Zoe said, staring at my nails.