Chapter one
Okay this is a really random stroy but I was bored and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. In my opinion it is really badly written so sorry.
“Okay Class, آپ have the rest of the period to finish this quiz. This is the last grade before your midterm so work well, and remembers what we studied,” کہا my Mr. Grazing, my math teacher. He was the kind of teacher kids pick on and make fun of behind his back. I hate math, so I don’t care for him as a teacher much. He usually wears a sweater vest and weird 1950 glasses that squeeze his nose at the tip.
I stared at the Chapter 12 math test that lay on my ڈیسک in front of me. All I saw was a bunch of stupid numbers and algebraic equations. I looked around the room at all the other teens in my سیکنڈ period math class. Some worked hard, some passed notes, some were asleep, and some were looking around and doing nothing, just like me. I had studied so hard last night, until 12:15, but my step Mom made me go to sleep.
I read the first سوال on my paper, and didn’t get a word out of it. Ugh, I hate this. My long brown hair began to get in my face and I pulled it back into a ٹٹو tail.
From behind me, my best friend Danny tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey Janie, do آپ get any of this?” she whispered into my ear.
“Nope, I swear I studied for this stuff, but what I’m reading has nothing to do with the chapter.”
Danny Shrugged and went back to her test. I turned around but in front of me stood Mr. Grazing.
“Daniela and Janie, what are آپ two doing exactly?” he asked with a stern, angry look on his face. His beady brown eyes narrowed almost strait through my head trying to almost see the truth right through me.
“I dropped my pencil and it rolled onto the floor سے طرف کی Janie’s desk. I was just kindly asked her to pick it up!” Danny suddenly said, coming into the rescue. She gave Mr. Grazing her sweet innocent smile that always worked on teachers. Mr. Grazing looked torn from whether to decide if she was lying یا if she was telling the truth. He finally made up his mind and walked away.
I smiled and basically zoomed through the test putting in random answers. I didn’t get it at all, but still there is like a 30% chance I’ll get the answer right! So I basically just guessed on every one.
After math I ran up to Danny سے طرف کی her green painted locker. The inside was covered in fake flowers, plants, pictures, and the poster of a giant big brown برداشت, ریچھ eating red ripe berries off a branch.
Danny’s parents are scientists, and Danny is extremely ecofriendly. Her entire family are all vegetarians and they don’t own a single electronic item except for the one phone in the kitchen. She’s loved plants her entire life. I know this basically because we’ve known each other since we were born.
I turned to my locker that only had a blue mirror and a picture of Danny and me in Alaska taped up to the green door. Unlike Danny’s locker, mine is extremely messy and papers are always flying everywhere.
We both got out our chemistry کتابیں and began walking to the other side of the middle school. As we walked boys کہا hi to Danny and winked at her. Lots of girls شدہ تبصرہ on her pretty brown and green striped shirt. Jessica, the cheerleading captain, even شدہ تبصرہ on Danny’s green eye shadow and brown پھول shirt.
See, Danny is extremely pretty, skinny, and not to mention rich. At age seven she was offered three modeling jobs and she denied all of them. Lots of the مقبول girls have invited her into their group and many boys have asked her out. If she wanted she could be the popular, snobby, rich girl who rules the halls. But no, Danny has told me she would much rather be دوستوں with me than be مقبول and famous. I don’t understand that at all, I’m almost the opposite her. My hip long brown hair and bushy eyebrows could never match Danny’s wavy shoulder length blond hair and gigantic, big, blue eyes. Then there’s the thought that in seventh grade I weigh 120 pounds while she weighs 89 pounds on the dot. Plus she has really long legs and beautiful smooth skin. She hasn’t had a single zit while my face is covered in the ugly little devils. To سب, سب سے اوپر off her perfect life she lives in a three story house with a pool and a game room. I live in a three bedroom apartment with seven people living in it. My Dad, Step Mom, and four step siblings plus me all live there. Danny’s perfect life could make her a snob, but instead she is the most kindhearted, calm, understanding girl I know.
When we finally reached the science lab Danny and I ran in right as the tardy گھنٹی, بیل rang and pulled on an تہبند, برساتی and sat at our seats. Today Mrs.Jacobs wanted us to create some insect cell thing that I hadn’t paid attention to, but thankfully with Danny as a partner she listened. But of course she did, she loves science and chemistry.
Throughout the دن we went to each period and سے طرف کی the last period, Health, I wanted to scream. The entire دن all we did was take tests, and even in my پسندیدہ class, art, we took a test. Danny could tell I was on edge and invited me to her house. Of course I کہا yes, I hate my life at home.
When I was in fourth grade my mom died of brain damage when she fell off a mountain we were hiking in Alaska. I live In Seattle, Washington, and my grandparents live in Alaska so we went there a lot. Danny and her mom, Mrs. Brown came a lot too. Mom and Danny’s Mom knew each other since they were in middle school, and My Mom and Mrs. Brown have known each other ever since. It was a surprise for both of them when it turned out they were pregnant each with a girl a دن apart. So I knew Danny before we were born. Mrs. Brown is my سیکنڈ mom, and she always will be. The browns are the family I go to when I’m mad, sad, happy, یا I just plain want to see them. Our families do everything together; camping, swimming, road trip stuff, visiting different cities, آپ name it. We even went to Disney Land together! But when my mom died, Mrs. Brown almost died herself. We don’t go to Alaska much anymore یا do anything as family دوستوں for that matter. Then my Dad married my stupid Step Mother, Barbara. She had four kids before she married Dad, and she tries her hardest to ruin my life.
If I go ہوم instead of going to Danny’s house, I might have to babysit Joshua, my step brother, and I’d have to do a bunch of chores. Plus I’d have to be around Barbara and her disgusting cigarette breath.
When school was finally out, I called my Dad. He didn’t answer; he was probably out working at the factory. So I called Barbara.
“What do آپ want Janie!!” She yelled in her raspy, tired voice on the other line. In the backround I heard Joshua screaming.
“I was wondering if I could go to Danny’s house.”
“That stupid girl?! Oh, fine but آپ gotta be back سے طرف کی six, I’m going to the bar tonight.”
“Thanks, Bye!” I کہا fast and hung up. I gave thumbs up to Danny and she did her little dance outside the front office window. The receptionist gave me a bus pass and Danny and I ran to get on her route.
“Sorry, I can’t find a نشست anywhere,” کہا Danny as we enter the gigantic, yellow vehicle. We looked around until Zach, an 8th grader sat up, blushed a deep red that was almost orange, and moved to sit with a scrawny 6th grader. We took his old نشست and Danny کہا thank you.
“Why do boys love آپ so much?” I asked Danny as the engine to the bus roared to life signaling our departure.
“They do?” She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Yeah, the boys are always giving آپ stuff and saying hi. I bet Zach has a crush on آپ because he blushed the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, I’ve never thought of it that way. It doesn’t matter though, because I don’t really care for popularity.” It’s true. She says she would rather be me because I don’t have to be so perfect for the teachers all the time and because I have younger siblings. She only has an older brother who is attending Harvard academy.
The rest of the ride we talked about math and our day. I showed her a painting I made of her in art class and her face spread with delight. The one thing that I am proud of in my life is my artistic skills.
Once we reached Danny’s long driveway we jumped out and raced the long walk to her front door. Of course I won and once we entered through the big wooden door, Daisy, Danny’s chocolate Labrador jumped onto me and gave me a giant wet kiss. I laughed and hugged the old friend back. گلبہار, گل داؤدی knows me really well; I was there when they adopted her.
Danny and I dropped our bags and kicked off our shoes and laid them سے طرف کی the door. I could smell cinnamon rolls coming from the kitchen. We ran in and found Mrs. Brown just about pulling out gooey, frosting covered cinnamon rolls from the white oven.
“HI Janie!” she said, pulling of her تندور mitts and grabbing me into a برداشت, ریچھ hug. ”How’s your dad?” she asked me. She went to Danny and gave her a kiss on the head.
“He’s fine.” I کہا pulling a plate from there cupboard and grabbing a bun. Don’t freak out, I could walk into their house while their eating رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا and they’d just welcome me to eat with them. I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of دودھ while Danny got the cups.
“So how was school?” asked Mrs. Brown.
“It was tests galore!” Danny answered. I laughed and began to eat as I pulled out my homework.
When we finished the work Danny and I ran up to her room. The door was covered in fake plants just like her locker door. Inside the bedroom was clean and the green بستر was neatly made. In the corner was her ڈیسک and in the window was her wooden wind chime I made her 2 years ago. Posters of animals covered the walls along with pictures of our families. One picture that stood above her بستر was the picture of Mrs. Brown, My mom, Danny and me. We were all on the ساحل سمندر, بیچ with گلبہار, گل داؤدی swimming in the light blue water in the backround. I traced my hand around my mother’s face and looked away. My mother was my best friend. She knew me like no one else did. Sometimes I can’t believe she’s gone forever.
While I stared at the pictures of the past Danny went to her window and began to water her plants. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny wave her hand around a small plant that hadn’t been growing. A green sparkling mist appeared around the plant and it began to grow higher.
“DANNY!! WHAT DID آپ JUST DO?” I almost screamed as I stared at her in awe.
Danny’s smiling; happy face began to turn into a frown. “Um….nothing…I just…uh…” She stuttered looking around.
“Tell me the truth!! We always do. What aren’t آپ telling me? آپ just did some magic hocus pocus on your plant!”
“No I didn’t! Your eyes are just playing tricks on آپ that’s all. It’s not possible for someone to have magic powers let alone me!”
“Daniela Jane Brown, are آپ lying to me?” I asked with a pleading look in my eyes.
For a few moments we were silent. “Janie….I...I can’t tell you. But it is really remarkable.
Please….realize….I can’t tell you. Believe me I want to…..but my mother won’t allow.”
“What? How is using sparkly magic stuff on your plant a secret?”
“I…..I….”
“Fine I get it. آپ can’t tell me. Lets just change the subject…..don’t we?” I said, afraid this small argument could turn into something bigger.
“Good idea. So…um…do آپ want to go outside?” She asked. Danny’s house is right in front of a gigantic forest that is کہا to be the ہوم to wolves, bears, and coyotes. Ever since we were younger, Danny and I have secretly explored and visited the forest looking for the animals. Mainly because Danny’s پسندیدہ animal is the برداشت, ریچھ and because I just want a good look.
Even though it was November and the forecast کہا it was supposed to snow, I didn’t pull on a jacket. Danny pulled on a long green winter sweater and mittens.
As we entered her backyard Danny began to shiver. “Janie…..aren’t…..you…..cold?” She asked trying to warm herself.
“Ha, no not at all. Actually I’m I bit warm. I enjoy the cold, آپ know that.”
She nodded and we headed into the forest. When we were in 3rd grade Danny’s dad helped us build a درخت fort on one of the old trees. Like always Danny and I immediately ran to the درخت fort in the freezing, کڑوا, تلخ cold. But as I walked I still felt warm, like I was sitting اگلے to a crackling آگ کے, آگ in a heated house. As little girls, a tradition Danny and I had was we would sleep in the fort every summer. Since school started this year, we hadn’t gone into the old fort in a long time.
As we climbed the wooden ladder up to the roofed little درخت hut, I heard a بھیڑیا howling out in the distance. I shivered, but not because I was cold, but because the wolf’s howl was a howl of pain and agony. I felt just like it. Hurt, almost dead. I felt a pain in my back and my head began to grow foggy.
“Danny…..” I whispered as I began to fall to the earth. My ears ringed to the wolf’s howl and my eyes began to close. As I hit the ground I sensed the feel of the wolf’s four paws off in the distance. I moaned in pain and grief for the wolf, like the بھیڑیا was me.
“Janie, what’s wrong?!?!” Danny asked, concerned. I couldn’t speak, my body couldn’t move. All I had the strength to do was howl out to the بھیڑیا in the distance as if I was a بھیڑیا too.
Okay this is a really random stroy but I was bored and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. In my opinion it is really badly written so sorry.
“Okay Class, آپ have the rest of the period to finish this quiz. This is the last grade before your midterm so work well, and remembers what we studied,” کہا my Mr. Grazing, my math teacher. He was the kind of teacher kids pick on and make fun of behind his back. I hate math, so I don’t care for him as a teacher much. He usually wears a sweater vest and weird 1950 glasses that squeeze his nose at the tip.
I stared at the Chapter 12 math test that lay on my ڈیسک in front of me. All I saw was a bunch of stupid numbers and algebraic equations. I looked around the room at all the other teens in my سیکنڈ period math class. Some worked hard, some passed notes, some were asleep, and some were looking around and doing nothing, just like me. I had studied so hard last night, until 12:15, but my step Mom made me go to sleep.
I read the first سوال on my paper, and didn’t get a word out of it. Ugh, I hate this. My long brown hair began to get in my face and I pulled it back into a ٹٹو tail.
From behind me, my best friend Danny tapped me on the shoulder. “Hey Janie, do آپ get any of this?” she whispered into my ear.
“Nope, I swear I studied for this stuff, but what I’m reading has nothing to do with the chapter.”
Danny Shrugged and went back to her test. I turned around but in front of me stood Mr. Grazing.
“Daniela and Janie, what are آپ two doing exactly?” he asked with a stern, angry look on his face. His beady brown eyes narrowed almost strait through my head trying to almost see the truth right through me.
“I dropped my pencil and it rolled onto the floor سے طرف کی Janie’s desk. I was just kindly asked her to pick it up!” Danny suddenly said, coming into the rescue. She gave Mr. Grazing her sweet innocent smile that always worked on teachers. Mr. Grazing looked torn from whether to decide if she was lying یا if she was telling the truth. He finally made up his mind and walked away.
I smiled and basically zoomed through the test putting in random answers. I didn’t get it at all, but still there is like a 30% chance I’ll get the answer right! So I basically just guessed on every one.
After math I ran up to Danny سے طرف کی her green painted locker. The inside was covered in fake flowers, plants, pictures, and the poster of a giant big brown برداشت, ریچھ eating red ripe berries off a branch.
Danny’s parents are scientists, and Danny is extremely ecofriendly. Her entire family are all vegetarians and they don’t own a single electronic item except for the one phone in the kitchen. She’s loved plants her entire life. I know this basically because we’ve known each other since we were born.
I turned to my locker that only had a blue mirror and a picture of Danny and me in Alaska taped up to the green door. Unlike Danny’s locker, mine is extremely messy and papers are always flying everywhere.
We both got out our chemistry کتابیں and began walking to the other side of the middle school. As we walked boys کہا hi to Danny and winked at her. Lots of girls شدہ تبصرہ on her pretty brown and green striped shirt. Jessica, the cheerleading captain, even شدہ تبصرہ on Danny’s green eye shadow and brown پھول shirt.
See, Danny is extremely pretty, skinny, and not to mention rich. At age seven she was offered three modeling jobs and she denied all of them. Lots of the مقبول girls have invited her into their group and many boys have asked her out. If she wanted she could be the popular, snobby, rich girl who rules the halls. But no, Danny has told me she would much rather be دوستوں with me than be مقبول and famous. I don’t understand that at all, I’m almost the opposite her. My hip long brown hair and bushy eyebrows could never match Danny’s wavy shoulder length blond hair and gigantic, big, blue eyes. Then there’s the thought that in seventh grade I weigh 120 pounds while she weighs 89 pounds on the dot. Plus she has really long legs and beautiful smooth skin. She hasn’t had a single zit while my face is covered in the ugly little devils. To سب, سب سے اوپر off her perfect life she lives in a three story house with a pool and a game room. I live in a three bedroom apartment with seven people living in it. My Dad, Step Mom, and four step siblings plus me all live there. Danny’s perfect life could make her a snob, but instead she is the most kindhearted, calm, understanding girl I know.
When we finally reached the science lab Danny and I ran in right as the tardy گھنٹی, بیل rang and pulled on an تہبند, برساتی and sat at our seats. Today Mrs.Jacobs wanted us to create some insect cell thing that I hadn’t paid attention to, but thankfully with Danny as a partner she listened. But of course she did, she loves science and chemistry.
Throughout the دن we went to each period and سے طرف کی the last period, Health, I wanted to scream. The entire دن all we did was take tests, and even in my پسندیدہ class, art, we took a test. Danny could tell I was on edge and invited me to her house. Of course I کہا yes, I hate my life at home.
When I was in fourth grade my mom died of brain damage when she fell off a mountain we were hiking in Alaska. I live In Seattle, Washington, and my grandparents live in Alaska so we went there a lot. Danny and her mom, Mrs. Brown came a lot too. Mom and Danny’s Mom knew each other since they were in middle school, and My Mom and Mrs. Brown have known each other ever since. It was a surprise for both of them when it turned out they were pregnant each with a girl a دن apart. So I knew Danny before we were born. Mrs. Brown is my سیکنڈ mom, and she always will be. The browns are the family I go to when I’m mad, sad, happy, یا I just plain want to see them. Our families do everything together; camping, swimming, road trip stuff, visiting different cities, آپ name it. We even went to Disney Land together! But when my mom died, Mrs. Brown almost died herself. We don’t go to Alaska much anymore یا do anything as family دوستوں for that matter. Then my Dad married my stupid Step Mother, Barbara. She had four kids before she married Dad, and she tries her hardest to ruin my life.
If I go ہوم instead of going to Danny’s house, I might have to babysit Joshua, my step brother, and I’d have to do a bunch of chores. Plus I’d have to be around Barbara and her disgusting cigarette breath.
When school was finally out, I called my Dad. He didn’t answer; he was probably out working at the factory. So I called Barbara.
“What do آپ want Janie!!” She yelled in her raspy, tired voice on the other line. In the backround I heard Joshua screaming.
“I was wondering if I could go to Danny’s house.”
“That stupid girl?! Oh, fine but آپ gotta be back سے طرف کی six, I’m going to the bar tonight.”
“Thanks, Bye!” I کہا fast and hung up. I gave thumbs up to Danny and she did her little dance outside the front office window. The receptionist gave me a bus pass and Danny and I ran to get on her route.
“Sorry, I can’t find a نشست anywhere,” کہا Danny as we enter the gigantic, yellow vehicle. We looked around until Zach, an 8th grader sat up, blushed a deep red that was almost orange, and moved to sit with a scrawny 6th grader. We took his old نشست and Danny کہا thank you.
“Why do boys love آپ so much?” I asked Danny as the engine to the bus roared to life signaling our departure.
“They do?” She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Yeah, the boys are always giving آپ stuff and saying hi. I bet Zach has a crush on آپ because he blushed the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, I’ve never thought of it that way. It doesn’t matter though, because I don’t really care for popularity.” It’s true. She says she would rather be me because I don’t have to be so perfect for the teachers all the time and because I have younger siblings. She only has an older brother who is attending Harvard academy.
The rest of the ride we talked about math and our day. I showed her a painting I made of her in art class and her face spread with delight. The one thing that I am proud of in my life is my artistic skills.
Once we reached Danny’s long driveway we jumped out and raced the long walk to her front door. Of course I won and once we entered through the big wooden door, Daisy, Danny’s chocolate Labrador jumped onto me and gave me a giant wet kiss. I laughed and hugged the old friend back. گلبہار, گل داؤدی knows me really well; I was there when they adopted her.
Danny and I dropped our bags and kicked off our shoes and laid them سے طرف کی the door. I could smell cinnamon rolls coming from the kitchen. We ran in and found Mrs. Brown just about pulling out gooey, frosting covered cinnamon rolls from the white oven.
“HI Janie!” she said, pulling of her تندور mitts and grabbing me into a برداشت, ریچھ hug. ”How’s your dad?” she asked me. She went to Danny and gave her a kiss on the head.
“He’s fine.” I کہا pulling a plate from there cupboard and grabbing a bun. Don’t freak out, I could walk into their house while their eating رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا and they’d just welcome me to eat with them. I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of دودھ while Danny got the cups.
“So how was school?” asked Mrs. Brown.
“It was tests galore!” Danny answered. I laughed and began to eat as I pulled out my homework.
When we finished the work Danny and I ran up to her room. The door was covered in fake plants just like her locker door. Inside the bedroom was clean and the green بستر was neatly made. In the corner was her ڈیسک and in the window was her wooden wind chime I made her 2 years ago. Posters of animals covered the walls along with pictures of our families. One picture that stood above her بستر was the picture of Mrs. Brown, My mom, Danny and me. We were all on the ساحل سمندر, بیچ with گلبہار, گل داؤدی swimming in the light blue water in the backround. I traced my hand around my mother’s face and looked away. My mother was my best friend. She knew me like no one else did. Sometimes I can’t believe she’s gone forever.
While I stared at the pictures of the past Danny went to her window and began to water her plants. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Danny wave her hand around a small plant that hadn’t been growing. A green sparkling mist appeared around the plant and it began to grow higher.
“DANNY!! WHAT DID آپ JUST DO?” I almost screamed as I stared at her in awe.
Danny’s smiling; happy face began to turn into a frown. “Um….nothing…I just…uh…” She stuttered looking around.
“Tell me the truth!! We always do. What aren’t آپ telling me? آپ just did some magic hocus pocus on your plant!”
“No I didn’t! Your eyes are just playing tricks on آپ that’s all. It’s not possible for someone to have magic powers let alone me!”
“Daniela Jane Brown, are آپ lying to me?” I asked with a pleading look in my eyes.
For a few moments we were silent. “Janie….I...I can’t tell you. But it is really remarkable.
Please….realize….I can’t tell you. Believe me I want to…..but my mother won’t allow.”
“What? How is using sparkly magic stuff on your plant a secret?”
“I…..I….”
“Fine I get it. آپ can’t tell me. Lets just change the subject…..don’t we?” I said, afraid this small argument could turn into something bigger.
“Good idea. So…um…do آپ want to go outside?” She asked. Danny’s house is right in front of a gigantic forest that is کہا to be the ہوم to wolves, bears, and coyotes. Ever since we were younger, Danny and I have secretly explored and visited the forest looking for the animals. Mainly because Danny’s پسندیدہ animal is the برداشت, ریچھ and because I just want a good look.
Even though it was November and the forecast کہا it was supposed to snow, I didn’t pull on a jacket. Danny pulled on a long green winter sweater and mittens.
As we entered her backyard Danny began to shiver. “Janie…..aren’t…..you…..cold?” She asked trying to warm herself.
“Ha, no not at all. Actually I’m I bit warm. I enjoy the cold, آپ know that.”
She nodded and we headed into the forest. When we were in 3rd grade Danny’s dad helped us build a درخت fort on one of the old trees. Like always Danny and I immediately ran to the درخت fort in the freezing, کڑوا, تلخ cold. But as I walked I still felt warm, like I was sitting اگلے to a crackling آگ کے, آگ in a heated house. As little girls, a tradition Danny and I had was we would sleep in the fort every summer. Since school started this year, we hadn’t gone into the old fort in a long time.
As we climbed the wooden ladder up to the roofed little درخت hut, I heard a بھیڑیا howling out in the distance. I shivered, but not because I was cold, but because the wolf’s howl was a howl of pain and agony. I felt just like it. Hurt, almost dead. I felt a pain in my back and my head began to grow foggy.
“Danny…..” I whispered as I began to fall to the earth. My ears ringed to the wolf’s howl and my eyes began to close. As I hit the ground I sensed the feel of the wolf’s four paws off in the distance. I moaned in pain and grief for the wolf, like the بھیڑیا was me.
“Janie, what’s wrong?!?!” Danny asked, concerned. I couldn’t speak, my body couldn’t move. All I had the strength to do was howl out to the بھیڑیا in the distance as if I was a بھیڑیا too.
The films from 2019 I watched and enjoyed. These films are listed in alphabetical order. This فہرست includes both theatrical and direct to DVD films.
Alita: Battle Angel
Batman: Hush
Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Captain Marvel
Code Geass: Lelouch of the Re;surrection
Dark Phoenix (X-Men)
Detective Pikachu (Pokémon)
Dora and the Lost City of سونا
Dumbo
Frozen 2
Joker
Knives Out
Shazam!
Teen Titans Go! vs. Teen Titans
The Addams Family
Alita: Battle Angel
Batman: Hush
Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Captain Marvel
Code Geass: Lelouch of the Re;surrection
Dark Phoenix (X-Men)
Detective Pikachu (Pokémon)
Dora and the Lost City of سونا
Dumbo
Frozen 2
Joker
Knives Out
Shazam!
Teen Titans Go! vs. Teen Titans
The Addams Family
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Silent Force is a big پرستار of anime, in particular, Saint Seiya and Ayashi no Ceres (also known as Ceres, Celestial Legend). As a fellow پرستار of Ceres, I'm glad there are people like Silent Force, who give underrated عملی حکمت the attention and love they deserve.
Silent Force is a very friendly, caring friend. She is nice and supportive of me. She has a positive attitude, a friendly personality, and has a way with words. She's always a treat to talk to and she's always a good friend to me.
Silent Force is also very funny. She has a very good sense of humor and can be very witty and fun.
Thank you, Silent Force, for making Fanpop a better place, for making Discord a مزید fun website, but most of all, thank آپ for being a great friend. آپ are truly a celestial legend.
Oh man, first 2064, now we’re talking about this game. I feel like the moment I was honest about my sexuality I started to notice homosexual games مزید and more, not that I’m complaining. I can, however, complain about the possible seedy practices that happened behind the scenes of this game, as mentioned in NikPiks, but…. Don’t focus on that right now. Let’s just talk about the game itself, and see if it manages to be good on it’s own. Let us talk about Dream Daddy.
Now آپ probably remember seeing this game all over the place a few years back. Every major let’s player was...
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Now آپ probably remember seeing this game all over the place a few years back. Every major let’s player was...
Yet another music related article.
Intro song: Junkie Kid - Melody
Hey, Random clubbers. The Garnet UMBR3ON here! Remember the Jungleterror post I made? Well, this is my post on my favourite hard house AND باس, گھنگھور house songs and remixes! songs and remixes! سے طرف کی باس, گھنگھور house, I mean JAUZ, Ephwurd (Datsik and Bais Haus), Don Diablo. Sorry, I'm not talking about the UK hard house. I'm talking Junkie Kid, Calixto, the like. آپ know what...? Let's call it neo-hard house!
About neo-hard house, it's a genre of hardstyle, big room house, and Dutch house put together. The songs have anywhere from 130...
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Hey, Random clubbers. The Garnet UMBR3ON here! Remember the Jungleterror post I made? Well, this is my post on my favourite hard house AND باس, گھنگھور house songs and remixes! songs and remixes! سے طرف کی باس, گھنگھور house, I mean JAUZ, Ephwurd (Datsik and Bais Haus), Don Diablo. Sorry, I'm not talking about the UK hard house. I'm talking Junkie Kid, Calixto, the like. آپ know what...? Let's call it neo-hard house!
Junkie Kid, the Jesus of Hard House
About neo-hard house, it's a genre of hardstyle, big room house, and Dutch house put together. The songs have anywhere from 130...
