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" 'Ello Jack!" Brynna Pustay 10-29-12 "Now you have a safe day, Miss Kelly!" the carriage driver shouted as he dropped me off at a hotel in the White Chapel area. What did he mean by that? I didn't know why he would say such. However, my father, an ironworker by the name John Kelly, had mentioned this area of London was where many killings of women, such like myself, had happened. I didn't see why someone would want to murder a poor girl like me. I hadn't got any money. I finally walked up to the door with monochromic paint that peeled back as if 100 years old. I opened it slowly, hearing it creek loudly. It was a bit dark inside, but u

(video: Arva is sitting down in her room) Arva: It's been four months since we met… for the second time really. We all know each other's powers and whatnot. Blah blah blah I guess… We are really good friends, in fact… Chris: Can we talk? Arva: (turns off camera) Yeah… sure… Nothin' much to talk about on here anyways… Chris: (sits down next to her) Your… umm… not… my sister. Arva: Naw---, I've been here all along, did you know I'm YOUR TWIN?! (laughs) Chris: No, I'm being serious. You weren't even adopted. You were… kinda sorta… kidnapped. A distraction from the others. Arva: Kidnap

Your paintbrush swirled on your canvas, perfect lines marking the once pure material. It was almost done, your artwork. Your {e/c} eyes glanced at the clock in the front of the room. Fifteen minutes until your professor called time and you presented and described your artwork. Hard to admit, but your heart was thumping pretty loud- especially because your best friend, Govert, whom you actually had quite a bit of a crush on, came in to shadow you today. He'd never really seen your art besides catching a glimpse of your sketchbook. You hoped what he was going to see would impress him. Adding a finishing touch to the shading, you set down your b

I changed Netherlands' name...I think I like this one better. Sorry for any confusion. :.D Also, the 2010 World Cup final was Spain vs Netherlands. Also, sorry if Spain is OOC or if you were rooting for Spain in the games. :.P It was the 2010 World Cup Final. Hendrick Mogens stood at one end of the field, finishing his warm-up stretches and watching his rival, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, prance around by the fans. A group of pretty girls screamed and blushed as he winked at them and brushed his hair back. Yes, he was a heart-throb, all right...and the fantasy boyfriend of nearly every girl on the planet within five years of his age. But h

Sometimes your Dutch boyfriend could be downright intolerable, especially today. Dragging you down to the park despite your bitching hangover just so he could practice a few of his football [1] moves before his big game with the boys tomorrow had lost him some serious points in your book. You curled up on the park bench whose paint was chipping. Resting your heavy head on the cold, metal armrest, you watched Hendrik’s footwork with contempt in your eyes. “[Name],” He called out, with what you thought could be tenderness and you crossed your arms, ready to complain about what an asshole he was being. Hendrik walked over to