Okay, I know this is short...okay really short, but what do you want? I'm pressed for time. Sorry, the next one will be longer.
theladyoflorraine
P.s. At least it's interesting, at least in my opinion it is.
Thom's Veiwpoints
What's wrong with her?
He watched her. She was...what? Nervous? Embarassed? Scared? What were they supossed to thinK Emma was immortal! She had lied. She did have powers. She couldn't die! Thom was angry at her. Why not? She was angry at his best friend...only friend.
It was true. Everyone was mad. Laylia had disapered for three days! how could this have happened? Why couldn't she tell him? Wasen't he her only friend? Sigh. A problem to tackle on a rainy day.
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Laylia walked down the halls without any bounce, any flourish. She knew they were angry. They had been denied privleges for her, and when she had finally come back she looked no better then a rag doll...or a runaway. They wanted her to quit, she knew that much. She was the porcillen doll who hung out with the pretty boys.
A girl walked up to her. "What's that?" she asked.
"What's what?"asked Laylia in a rather rude tone. She had had enough of the rude words and coments and would fight if they wanted to pick and pry at her.
"that shadow. The lights shining right on it, yet it won't go away." repiled the girl. She was rather pretty.
"Shadow? Shadow?" Laylia asked in a panicked voice. She turned on her heel and ran. She didn't know where she would go, but she ran.
She found herself next to Thom's room. Dinner wasn't for a few hours, would he be here? She knocke lightly on his door, not noticing the tears streaming down her face.
He opened, "Laylia? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"he asked worridly.
She hugged him aruound his chest and arms pinning him. "I'm frightined. There's a man, or a women, and their after me. That's why I disappered. I'm so sorry." she cried into his srong, hard chest.
He looked down and petted her head, rather like you would a kitten. She was so young, and tiny. It wreached himto see her going through this.
Before dinner she told him everything, and during they made a plan. He would help, and maybe, they could get rid of the man.
theladyoflorraine
P.s. At least it's interesting, at least in my opinion it is.
Thom's Veiwpoints
What's wrong with her?
He watched her. She was...what? Nervous? Embarassed? Scared? What were they supossed to thinK Emma was immortal! She had lied. She did have powers. She couldn't die! Thom was angry at her. Why not? She was angry at his best friend...only friend.
It was true. Everyone was mad. Laylia had disapered for three days! how could this have happened? Why couldn't she tell him? Wasen't he her only friend? Sigh. A problem to tackle on a rainy day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Laylia walked down the halls without any bounce, any flourish. She knew they were angry. They had been denied privleges for her, and when she had finally come back she looked no better then a rag doll...or a runaway. They wanted her to quit, she knew that much. She was the porcillen doll who hung out with the pretty boys.
A girl walked up to her. "What's that?" she asked.
"What's what?"asked Laylia in a rather rude tone. She had had enough of the rude words and coments and would fight if they wanted to pick and pry at her.
"that shadow. The lights shining right on it, yet it won't go away." repiled the girl. She was rather pretty.
"Shadow? Shadow?" Laylia asked in a panicked voice. She turned on her heel and ran. She didn't know where she would go, but she ran.
She found herself next to Thom's room. Dinner wasn't for a few hours, would he be here? She knocke lightly on his door, not noticing the tears streaming down her face.
He opened, "Laylia? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"he asked worridly.
She hugged him aruound his chest and arms pinning him. "I'm frightined. There's a man, or a women, and their after me. That's why I disappered. I'm so sorry." she cried into his srong, hard chest.
He looked down and petted her head, rather like you would a kitten. She was so young, and tiny. It wreached himto see her going through this.
Before dinner she told him everything, and during they made a plan. He would help, and maybe, they could get rid of the man.