Children gather round, gather round. I will tell آپ all a brilliant story, no quiet and i will begin.
This story, my children, is about two young boys-one called john who had big burly muscles and Padraig who had long brown hair that covered one eye and a big build- who had no one but each other, both their parents had died when they were babies. None of their family wanted them, they were neglected سے طرف کی their own kin. سے طرف کی the time they were 13 they had been to so many foster homes that never had any time to make any friends. Trouble makers they were no one you'd like to hang around, they did drugs, smoked and every night without there social workers knowing sneaked out for a swig of beer.
The pain and trouble that they had been immense and as their 14th birthdays rounded the corner they'd turned to crime, delivering drugs every night,shop lifting and mugging for money.
One night they crossed the line, they'd been out and about with their drug dealer just having a laugh when the drug dealer remembered something,"boys I've got to tell آپ something," they both quietened down,"I haven't been payed سے طرف کی a certain one of my customers and I need آپ two to sort it out." Padraig smiled as the dealer handed him a 9.mm gun, he continued talking but Padraig couldn't hear him," only use this if you've got to, this man will cause trouble so if he does,shoot him without a سیکنڈ thought, got it?" Padraig nodded slowly an evil grin appearing on his face.
They finally ended up at the street, and without knocking slammed the door open shouting, "WHERE'S THE MONEY" a man stumbles from the hallway scared, his voice, shaky and quiet, breaks through a silence," p-please don't hurt me, I-I'll go get the money," he turns ad shakily walks into a room and back out again a brief case in his hands, the boys let there guard down and John goes to get the briefcase, the man speaks again," h-here آپ go." John grabs it, but in the flash of an eye is in pain a چھری at his throat, "go now leave and tell your boss that I'll never pay," the man says proud of his sneaky moves. Padraig glares and grabs the gun from his pocket and shoots hitting the mans arm,"ARGH YA F!CKER" he lets go of John and tried to stop the blood, Padraig shoots again this time at the heart. The man falls back and the boys shaking with shock run taking the gun with them. They don't stop running, John screaming "WHAT THE F!UCK WAS THAT" and Padraig crying with the fact he'd shot a man in the دل without a سیکنڈ thought, like it was natural. And withtout thinking about it he knew that he'd need to do it again.
This story, my children, is about two young boys-one called john who had big burly muscles and Padraig who had long brown hair that covered one eye and a big build- who had no one but each other, both their parents had died when they were babies. None of their family wanted them, they were neglected سے طرف کی their own kin. سے طرف کی the time they were 13 they had been to so many foster homes that never had any time to make any friends. Trouble makers they were no one you'd like to hang around, they did drugs, smoked and every night without there social workers knowing sneaked out for a swig of beer.
The pain and trouble that they had been immense and as their 14th birthdays rounded the corner they'd turned to crime, delivering drugs every night,shop lifting and mugging for money.
One night they crossed the line, they'd been out and about with their drug dealer just having a laugh when the drug dealer remembered something,"boys I've got to tell آپ something," they both quietened down,"I haven't been payed سے طرف کی a certain one of my customers and I need آپ two to sort it out." Padraig smiled as the dealer handed him a 9.mm gun, he continued talking but Padraig couldn't hear him," only use this if you've got to, this man will cause trouble so if he does,shoot him without a سیکنڈ thought, got it?" Padraig nodded slowly an evil grin appearing on his face.
They finally ended up at the street, and without knocking slammed the door open shouting, "WHERE'S THE MONEY" a man stumbles from the hallway scared, his voice, shaky and quiet, breaks through a silence," p-please don't hurt me, I-I'll go get the money," he turns ad shakily walks into a room and back out again a brief case in his hands, the boys let there guard down and John goes to get the briefcase, the man speaks again," h-here آپ go." John grabs it, but in the flash of an eye is in pain a چھری at his throat, "go now leave and tell your boss that I'll never pay," the man says proud of his sneaky moves. Padraig glares and grabs the gun from his pocket and shoots hitting the mans arm,"ARGH YA F!CKER" he lets go of John and tried to stop the blood, Padraig shoots again this time at the heart. The man falls back and the boys shaking with shock run taking the gun with them. They don't stop running, John screaming "WHAT THE F!UCK WAS THAT" and Padraig crying with the fact he'd shot a man in the دل without a سیکنڈ thought, like it was natural. And withtout thinking about it he knew that he'd need to do it again.
Prologue
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever love her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace love someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Once upon a time... there once was a Beautiful Princess... named Twilight...her hair was White...her eyes were blue...and she was the most beautiful in the land...
But there was only one problem... she had never loved... and that was her undoing... she had brought a young Wizard into the Castle... She was the most rude and mean person he had ever met...
So the young Wizard cursed her... and she was turned into a terrifying Dragon... and no one visited her ... Now no one would ever love her... everyone was afraid of her...
But she knew she would embrace love someday... someday ...
And that is where our story begins...
Chapter 3 : Rage
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" جے asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, جے sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" جے yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed جے in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as جے could only watch...
One week after the indecent, King George had news for Prince Jay.
"I will let the Kitsune go" King George told Jay.
"Really?" جے asked, confused.
"Why yes" King George answered as he winked to Prince Cole as he smiled back. They took off the Kitsunes chains as everyone cheered, جے sensed something was up.
"Now!" King George yelled as a group of Guards and Cole surrounded her and started whipping her. Then the citizens circled her and started Kicking and Slapping her as the Kitsune started crying.
"Stop it!" جے yelled as he started protecting the Kitsune. Then Cole kneed جے in the stomach, grabbed the Kitsune and out her back in her cage as جے could only watch...
Okay, some دوستوں and I made up a song we call, "The Hunger Games" to the tune of "Glad آپ Came"
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
آپ cast a spell on me, spell on me.
آپ hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided آپ work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see آپ n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take آپ سے طرف کی the hand.
Hand آپ some medicine.
Drink it if آپ can.
Can آپ spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make آپ Victor.
(And then آپ repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad آپ Came")
Okay here it goes,
The sun goes down, the tributes come out.
And all I know, is Cato's here now.
My leg will never be the same.
The Hunger Games, The Hunger Games.
(All of the o o o o o o o 's... xD)
آپ cast a spell on me, spell on me.
آپ hit me like your present fell on me, fell on me.
I decided آپ work well with me, well with me.
So let's go somewhere no one else can see آپ n' me
Turn the lights out NOW.
Now I'll take آپ سے طرف کی the hand.
Hand آپ some medicine.
Drink it if آپ can.
Can آپ spend a little time?
Time is slipping away.
Away from us, so stay.
Stay with me, I can make, make آپ Victor.
(And then آپ repeat. ツ I think of this every time I hear "Glad آپ Came")
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if آپ believe
آپ turn to me
آپ say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
آپ reply
"I believe in آپ and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but آپ will always
love me
even if آپ are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if آپ believe
آپ turn to me
آپ say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
آپ reply
"I believe in آپ and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but آپ will always
love me
even if آپ are
a stuffed monkey