As doctors rushed in and Mariah and Tiffany ran اگلے to Kyle, James sat there, looking at his brother, remembering all that they'd gone through, fighting evil monsters that don't exist, fighting bad guys, everything, they survived it all. Except the human race, their own species. He was about to cry but looked up and saw Mariah and Tiffany, crying. He hugged them tight, like Kyle used to. "It'll be ok" he said. "But what are we going to do?" sobbed Mariah. "Live on." کہا James and hugged them tighter. Later that evening James went to Kyle's house and looked under his بستر and found a box. He changed the letters so it کہا Sheila. Inside were pictures, of their mum. It had writing to. It didn't take long for him to realise that it was their mums things. There was a picture of his mum holding two babys on the back it said; 'Me holding my two children, James and Kyle, my little sunshines of life.'
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all کہا names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave آپ hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and آپ don't hear it much." کہا Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a ورڈ پاس for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all کہا names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave آپ hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and آپ don't hear it much." کہا Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a ورڈ پاس for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store اگلے door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say بھیڑوں, بھیڑ Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with بھیڑوں, بھیڑ that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into بھیڑوں, بھیڑ vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an سال پہلے shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or آپ shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, یا things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if آپ die from laughter, یا possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My دوستوں all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
یا was it سیب, ایپل Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My دوستوں all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
یا was it سیب, ایپل Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!