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I took the male leads as I was still the only male in choir. “Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it's thriller, thriller night…You're fighting for your life inside

Creed didn't stop, he kept climbing branch by branch. "I have to hold back, it's not dad! pull yourself together, man." ~MY BOY, LOOK AT ME~ "twinkle, twinkle little star... how I wonder what u are..." Creed kept mumbling while ignoring the tempting voice behind his back. He didn't stop once as if wanted to muffle the voice coming from his back. "12 sevens are 84, 12 eights are 96, 12 nines are 108, 12 tens are—"

"On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: 12 Drummers Drumming, Eleven Pipers Piping, Ten Lords a Leaping, Nine Ladies Dancing, Eight Maids a Milking, Seven Swans a Swimming, Six Geese a Laying, Five Golden Rings, Four Calling Birds, Three French Hens, Two Turtle Doves, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree." " Woooh!" We cheered for ourselves. We definitely crushed that. "That was fire fam." Theresa, the choir prefect commended before we proceeded to do the Acapella remix. * * * * * The Carol event was a day before the Christmas party and as usual, it was fulfilling and fun. I'd attended the Christmas party but didn't even stay at the party for up to an hour.

As we were headed to my mom's house we were engaged in a fun conversation, playful and safe too, with music playing in the background when one of my favourite songs came on, AmaDM by Samthing Soweto and I couldn't resist dancing and singing along to the song. "Lovey wami Sthandwa sami Iskhathi singi phelele iskhathi singi phelele Hawu shelele hawu shelele koma DM Lovey wami (Yhoo hoo) Sthandwa sami (ahhh wena) Iskhathi asing phelele iskhathi asing phelele Hawu shelele hawu shelele koma DM

I’ll root around in all the shit and filth if it uncovers Skylar for Cyrus. The night drags on and before I know it everyone is pretty much hammered. “Shall we save the rest for tomorrow?” as a strange song struck up. First, a few giggling men started it before it took over the whole corridor. To the tune of That’s Amore, the old love song, it soon became an endlessly repeating circle, echoing grimly. When your Alpha’s a prick / Now he's missing his dick / That’s the bunker! And he's missing his tongue / Shame he’s missed by no-one / That’s the bunkerrrr!

Daniel said, looking into her eyes. They both looked at each other for a moment before the sound of church bells rang, bringing them back to reality. Daniel suddenly took Stefany's hand. "Come on, let's dance," he invited. "Dance? Here?" Stefany said hesitantly. "Why not? Look, the snow is falling beautifully, and the atmosphere is perfect. You remember the song White Christmas, that we always sing?" Stefany smiled shyly. "Of course I remember. That's our favorite song."

I join too, grinning when she throws a death glare in my direction. “Oh fine.” She says finally and we all whoop and clap. “But I’m not responsible for whatever you’re about to subject your ears to.” She starts the song, an old ballad about seven dwarves on a mission to find meaning in life. Each dwarf has to face their biggest fear and the song goes on to tell a tale of how every dwarf was nearly undone but for the team effort that helped them to overcome all. Hela’s voice fills the cave, bounces off the walls and for a moment, it doesn’t feel like we are chasing kidnappers. It feels like we just… are.

Eva’s P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Harris said with a laugh. "So we can go home," added Yuwi. "You guys are really into Dylan, huh? 'If he really guessed that---" "I'll take it!" Dylan approached Harris and proudly said the word he had guessed. "The word is 'LA-CHI-MO-LA-LA!" And with that, the quiet venue was filled with laughter. OMG, I can't even believe that Dylan can guess an alien word. His face was so priceless earlier... even before he muttered that word.

I struggled to stay awake but I couldn't and a familiar lyrics kept running through my head “I love you, a bushel love you, a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep About you, about you. 'Cause I love you, a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck, I do A doodle oodle, ooh doo A doodle oodle, oodle, ooh doo I love you, a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck