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Never mind you'll be fine and I will get left behind

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Beauty of the Storm

Ok just so you know I jump in and out of stories alot so don't be confused if I suddenly change stories on you, it's just how I think.

The silver doors flew open and flooded Wilhelm with anxiety; he stood respectfully for a proud, hawk like woman who seemed to be roughly 10 years elder than him. He thought “this is the woman who would by no fault of her own imprison him, this is my betrothed.” To his astonishment she was pursued by two others a round-faced man with a slender mustache and the beauty he dragged after him was a lady who was at slightest 7 years younger than Wilhelm, she had a mass of abyss hair and bright true blue eyes.

The proud woman halted scarcely short of the throne and inclined slightly, the man duplicated her example stooping near to the ground struggling to force a bow on his daughter.

The beauty stubbornly would not budge, it seemed as if the struggle was going to be a dilemma with her parents who were hysterically whispering words such as “your humiliating us you wretched girl.” and “Don’t you scare away the greatest suitor of all.” The family after several moments of squabbling appeared to remember that the prince was a humanbeing with reactions reminiscent of revulsion, anger or intolerability.

Three faces gazed up franticly at the prince who to the parent’s great relief and to the beauty’s fury was laughing.

This one goes before the one that it is after...ooo it's a riddle good luck

The Immortal Effect

A bruised head, a pissed off boss, and a hysterical Stacy (crazy co-worker) is what it costs to get out of work, I wouldn’t recommend it.

“Stacy! Don’t let her walk to the bus alone! No, I’ll watch the store, go!”

Stacy ran-up to me throwing her arm around my neck (ouch), “Nice one girl, you got us both out of work! You look like your about to cry, Shaylee! You get a week off before Mrs. Mortimer will let you come back, that’s great!”

“Yeah, brings that internship in Africa so much closer,” I chuckled pathetically.

“Ohhh… look at you saving the world on your own” she said hitting the handicapped button as I opened my own door.

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The Immortal Effect… again

When we got to the bus Stacy took off “to get back to work” but I strongly suspect her full recovery from worrying about her co-worker, were the gorgeous guys that I so wish I could’ve fought with her, over. I showed the bus-driver my bus card and asked the person in the seat in front of me to wake me up when we got to Newport. The bus arrived at Newport at 8:37 and that fifteen minute nap hadn’t helped much but it had helped. Ok, just two more blocks, I plug myself into my I-pod and walked home. All the lights were off in that cookie-cutter house; expect for the front porch light, they were still waiting for

me even though this week was hell week for doctors…my parents were still waiting for me. I smiled and unlocked the front door.

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Still the Immortal Effect

“I think you’re just tired. That’s why you are seeing things…Shaylee? Are you Ok?”

The jewelry I was stocking fell and clashed on the white tile. The mallrats (people or things that live their life at the mall) snickered and whispered behind me as they pranced out of store.

“Hmmm…maybe you should go home” my co-worker said smacking her gum with the word home.

Apparently, I had been standing upright for too long, because my body was going to lie down whether I liked it or not. Everything went dark; maybe I’m pushing myself too hard.

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The Immortal Effect

A gray curtain held all the sunlight in for heaven and left Shaylee in a gray mood. The blue scrubs that were her only comfort, were one of three pairs she had for volunteering at the hospital. Shaylee opened up her planner for some false hope, that she could silence the thudding pulse in her head. But the shaky letters on paper assuredly took that ridiculous notion right out of her mind. Nine a.m. to 4 p.m., ISCP (Iowa State College Preparation) High school; 5-7 p.m., volunteering; 7:30 to closing at Old Navy. She dropped her head into her folded arms on her knees, three hours or more left at least. She probably should have been worried that the Iowa she was looking at was blurring and streaking past the low-rumbling bus, but she was too tired to care.