Kristina and Trey gathered all of their little belongings mostly caring about the lockbox containing about $3,600 of the finest mexican glass a.k.a meth. Rushing out of their little apartment as soon as possible after seeing a wanted picture in the newspaper of kristina stealing money illegally with a fake id. She thought it was odd that she had very very little remorse about getting up and leaving without saying goodbye to her baby that wouldn't even recognize her, her mom which she stole her identity and money from. It didn't phase her and she kept loading what little belongings she had into Trey's mustang. They rushed onto the snowy freeway still tweaked as usual, but exhausted from no sleep like usual and running from the police and the mexican drug lord that they owe and weren't planning on paying back.
Ethan flirted with Mattie and would try his hardest to impress her, for example, he began shaving his face everyday which he never used to do for Zeena. These inappropriate actions caused chaos within the household. Ethan began to lust over Mattie, wanting to spend as much
Lydia and her team are assigned to capture and hold fort RED. Her squadron is slowly sneaking up on fort RED. They consist of Grant Doolittle,Bobby Joe, and Jimmy Jack. Lydia, whose age is only 20, is older than the whole squadron. Lydia is commanding her squadron.
It alyson stops Mattie and Ethan from doing anything that night alone. For more When Mattie and Ethan get into their Smash Up, Zeena out of nowhere miraculously gets better to help the two. Zeena starts feeling better and Ethan and Mattie have to live together knowing that they tried to get away from the women that is now taking care of them. They
Ethan found out his mother was going to die and instantly panicked. He saw Zeena was going to leave and with the fear of being alone in the harsh winter he asked her to
the allies brilliantly invade the French shore line, this victory will cause Germany to surrender in the near future. As the allies captured Germany a small platoon stumbled upon a small laboratory. The lights flickered as the soldiers moved. A lieutenant move towards a device that appeared to be active. As he observed it he noticed the machine still humming.
The man looked onto the battlefield close and far as the dirt landed and slid off his face the sound of bombs were muffled the cries of men were sharp and penetrating he stood over the breech with such comfort while a hundred thousand fear riddled eyes stared from behind he turned his face deep wrickled and rugged filthy his eyes with dark bags underneath from nights with no sleep but the faces he saw were much different men no more than 30 with their whole lives maybe not even 10 minutes ahead of them he's seen it a hundred times before he knew these men were divided they were there together but they were going in it alone with this in mind the man stared back and spoke "At the edge of our hope... At the end of our time... WE CHOOSE TO BELIEVE
THE GREAT ELEMEANT WAR!!! So you might sAY what is the great "element war" for you i gusee i have to explain it. So in this universe that im in most people have elemental powers.
The devastation behind the soldier stood on the edge of his mind, but nevertheless was not in his thoughts. The man standing in front of him dominated his thoughts and instigated a war deep within the soldier. The man was plain on all accounts; he was middle-aged, wore glasses, had a receding hairline, but his image was now stained in the soldier’s memory. This man merely wanted to get by, most likely to confirm the death of a loved one, but no matter how many times the soldier thought about it, he would never know exactly why. The only knowledge that burdened the soldier was his duty, and his duty was to keep this man at bay.
Another day was so much like the one before, and the many before that. He walked the house and grounds, slowly, letting time pass as it must. Alone, present but not present, for can one truly be there if no one knows of it? Like the saying he’d heard more than once over the unmeasured time of his existence: If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? He ambled through the back yard, pausing under the tree from which he’d been hanged, cursing his tormentors, vowing to haunt them for all time.
I was sitting in the middle of my room in the lotus pose, having accepted my death sentence. My eyes were shut, the blinds were shut, and the electronics were shut. The doors, however, were open. They marched in as I had expected - the sound of combat boots resonated first in my ears, and then came the sound of guns being dragged around, loaded with ammunition, and only then I heard the yelling. I opened my eyes to sight long overdue - military men in dark green camo outfits, crude faces chiseled by war, the badges of two crossed swords, guns, ready to fire.
So long as he had been able to hold a view of things in which time was just moments, then days, each one destroying itself in the next; so long, that is, as it was a process without sequence, he could face himself and hang on. Living was vertical. You stood up new in each moment of it, and if you were strong, and luck was with you, you got from one moment to the next. It was all moments and leaps. But now he had to take on again the notion of a self that was continuous, that belonged to the past and was to have a hfe again in the future.
The Raid Angry shouts shook the waking kingdom as the mob of unclean villagers were stoning the King’s Palace because of his new weapon rules. “How are we going to defend ourselves if you confiscate our blacksmith weapons!?” exclaimed a villager. Sir Gerald smelt burning wood, smelly manure and odours from the unclean villagers as he was overlooking them at the King’s palace. He saw pitch black figures rapidly marching towards the palace and exclaimed “Bandits! I need to warn the villagers!”
Henry and I, walked swiftly to the middle of the camp. I read his mind and could hear that he didn’t want to be late, just in case they punished boys for being late. Henry and I, stood side by side and waited for other boys to show up. Within five minutes, the entire field was completely full. About one hundred men equipped with electronic guns and dressed in black equipment marched around rows of boys.
Hayden and Amelia had cut contact with Laurel and me, Mary became distant, and a girl named Alyssa joined our group. Alyssa had a cool personality and a way with boys. At the beginning of the year, she met someone named Johnny, who she fell quickly in love with. Johnny, however, was unfaithful, but I was the only person to notice this. Laurel had a thing for Johnny even though he was with Alyssa, and he thought it was okay to be with both.
