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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:19 pm
Jasmine's head popped up from it's original place. She was in the kitchen, with her breakfast bagel in front of her. Looked around, hearing new voices. She began to panic, but the sound of a guitar soothed her Hispanic soul. Gracias Dios she softly murmured, hoping no one would understand her Spanish. Being kidnapped here from Spain was rough. But, luckily, she escaped, and found her way here. Luckily, no one knows where she is, yet.
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 5:19 pm
I’d catch a GRANADE for ya
Throw my hand on a BLADE for ya
I’d jump in front of a TRAIN for ya
You know I'd do ANYTHING for ya Isabella walked to the kitchen. She was thirsty from singing half the night. And she still felt like singing too. As she got there she saw a girl. She gasped at first but shoved it off. One more guest was counted for. I would go through all this PAIN
Take a BULLET straight through my brain
Yes, I would DIE for ya baby
But you WON'T do the same
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 9:49 am
Heading up the stairs Louies headed for the east wing. she passed several doors but ignored them until she came to the end of the corridore and was presented with an old looking oaked framed door. pushing it open with a creak. " hello any one there".
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:43 pm
Jasmine was suddenly silenced. Her light accent fell, as she saw a familiar girl walk into the room. She opened her mouth, but closed it, remembering that these people here didn't all speak Spanish. She flashed a smile, but when she heard the door creak, she turned her head. She realized it came from upstairs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:09 am
No one replied so Louies entered the room. it was empty apart from a dusty old desk and chair. " well thats strange" moving over to the desk she sat down in the chaire and gazed out the window into the grarden.
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