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Different Writing StylesSophie's Version
She started running as fast as she could tears shining on her face clearly visible thanks to the setting sun. She stopped at a house out of breath wiping her nose she knocked on the door. A boy appeared and embraced her in a hug "I'm so sorry" the pain for her was palpable she shook her head "do you want to come in" he asked
Nodding her head he led her inside and sat her on the couch "do you want to talk about it"
"No" her voice was raspy and harsh but then softer "no,no I-I can't" going to the bathroom washing her face. Looking in to the mirror she saw a red faced puffy-eye girl but her eyes looking at them she saw her da
In Black and White 1I covered my ears with my hands, putting my head on my knees. I didn't want to hear this again, oh, not again. I've heard it all before. She was depressed. No one could have stopped her from doing what she did. I could have!! I could have stopped her!! If I had been there for her in her last week, I could've made it her best week. But, no. I was in Washington.
My body was still, but my fingers need to move. I didn't have my camera or my sketchpad, so I grabbed my hair and yanked hard, moving through my entire head. Is this how she might have felt? Or was it worse? Let me make it worse. I kept pulling my head until I felt the hot familiar fee
Dealing with DeathFey pushed the heavy glass doors open, the cold winter air biting her face and forcing itself into the warm building. She could almost feel the winds angry hands shove past her, push her away, like everyone else in her life had. She felt over-exposed and done. Over done.
"Fey, wait. Stop!" Jack yelled. Fey didn't turn back around. She walked down the wide street on the sidewalk, no cars passing. It was 7. Almost everyone was back home already. It was windy, blowing fiery hair into her face.
"Too late, Jack, you blew it." She said, a faint smile pulling at the corners of her full crimson lips. Fey knew she should be breaking down crying, yel
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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