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he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

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All I took was a sketchbook—my childhood drawings. Grace won first place. The cheers from the living room filtered through the walls. Then I heard Grace's pout. "The award ceremony is the same day as Eleanor's wedding. You all can't come with me. I'll be so alone."

He said. “But she hates me so why would she choose me?!” I asked as I veered my teary gaze to the Kid. “This is a good thing, Ciril. The Moon goddess chose you because you want no one but you to be her Champion! It’s so dope! I’m friends with the Chosen One—” “That’s enough, Clord!” I voiced at Clord now as I shot up to melt feet.

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

Derick is standing in the doorway with a scowl on his face. I stuff the pictures in my back pocket. “I... uh...was just looking for something to read.” I turn to the book shelf and grab any book. I read it. “War and Peace. Sounds good.” I tip the book at him and walk past. He eyes me the whole way. I run up the stairs to my room and lock the door. I bounce on my bed and lay out the pictures. I pick up one of my mother and Darren kissing her cheek. I smile.

I asked him. “I don’t know..” he said. “But there is always a choice. A choice to be good or bad. And I think if you make the right decisions in life, you will be rewarded. And having a good wolf is is a pretty nice reward, wouldn’t you say?” I nodded. “If you always remember no matter what you do, what path you walk, or what hand you play… that you will always have a choice. You will go far in life nôsisim.” He told me.

He opened the overly-ribboned box, and pulled out a book. “It’s a book of history and fairy tales,” Abigail explained. She was up on the lounge on her hands and knees, leaning in between him and the book. “Because you’re so smart and you liked that book you found in the library last year.” She sat back on her heels. “Do you like it? I hope you will. Maybe we can read it together before you leave? Hannah says it’s going to rain a lot soon, so maybe we could read this?” She was excited, nervous, and had to pee a little. She was babbling, desperately wanting him to like the gift. To like her. He opened the book and paged through it. It was a beautiful book, well-bound, and clearly loved by a pr