I smile, shaking my head, and turn my attention back to my wardrobe malfunction. Squinting at the ragged tear, I quickly run through some options. Since strutting out half naked isn’t high on my list of priorities, I tug a couple of bobbie pins free from my, admittedly haphazard, chignon. “No,” Tom drawls in disbelief. “What? Never seen a girl MacGyver hairpins before?” “I have no idea where you’re going with this, but I am very intrigued. Do let me know if you need a hand.” I hum a vague response, completely focused on turning just so to get the best reach. Two new ruthless punctures are made, and the pins are threaded and twisted together to make an impromptu suture. “That should last, at least until I can get a cab.” “Very resourceful. But surely you aren’t leaving because of this?” “I didn’t exactly fit in to start with,” I say with a sigh, “but this is definitely not black tie appropriate anymore.” “You know what is black tie appropriate?” “A better dress …show more content…
Neame, it’s good to see you again.” “It’s Gareth, I’ve told you. This one, and his manners,” the man gestures with his champagne towards Tom, giving me a faux-disapproving look. “I’m so sorry, you’re right, of course, Gareth.” “Are you jumping into the producing game? Are you my new competition?” “I could never dream of competing with you, you’re a master at your craft. And, I hate to cut this short, but I owe my friend here a drink…Can we catch up back at home?” “Sure, sure. I need to get in touch with Luke anyway, I’ve got some ideas to run by him.” “I’m sure he would love to hear from you. Really, mate, it’s good to see you!” They part ways, and Tom’s steps quicken as he drives through the last few packed feet of the crowd. When we near the bar I can see that Wide-eyes is still haunting the station, now leering at another unsuspecting young woman. You are about to make an excuse to turn around when Tom turns the full force of his bright smile to
Tom thinks he won't be a problem anymore and that his relationship with me wont live on. I looked at Gatsby and we left before anybody could say anything else. As Gatsby and I arrived at the car I asked him to let me drive, I told him it would help me clear my mind and forget about everything.
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed, grinning while crushing my toes under my feet, attempting to begin preparing, already. “What do you recommend?”
Alone. That’s how she felt. Secluded to her small cave and heavy darkness. The light of day shone through an opening just wide enough to fit her head through. The hole gaped on the side of the cave, allowing in the most light when the mid-morning sun shone its brightest.
In school I 've learned that there are a total of five stages of grief - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. After learning of the truth of The Runaways Project, I was definitely no longer in denial that Hayden may have done this on purpose. My anger meter was beyond full and anyone who stood in my way were simply looking for trouble at this point.
“And what if I am, Winchester? It’s not like there’s much to do in that crappy motel room, right now” you retorted.
“I am sure they’ll join us in common area at the halfway point, that is, if my sister is feeling up to it.”
“Very well, but if your master would like to join me and my knights on our quest, the rewards would be much greater than a mere fifteen dollars.”
People don't think much of an ally cat named Blaze. I'm a superstar at heart, I love to perform, come up with ideas, and I want to make my mark on the world. But I'm just an ally cat. The other cats look at me, and see nothing but some shadow in the distance. But hey, I like not being the center of attention. Around you, people let their guards down. And that, my friends, is when an ally cat gets his food. A few times, I was able to sneak around an alpha cat and snatch some leftover white, fluffy balls that was thrown away by the two-legged. They were the white fluffy balls that were usually roasted over the fire when a bunch of two-legged come out and gather around a big red ball of flame. A grabbed a few, and decided to make a campfire of
“Well, how are we going to get there any other way? It's the only place where I know someone who can undo this.” staring at his hands.
“I’ll be needing you guys for awhile.” Luke says as he grabs them and teleports
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
“Ok I’m gonna see if I can get together with a few people. I’m gonna call Presley, Kathleen, Levi, Blake, and Tristan and tell each of them to bring a couple friends. We can party at my place.”
"I'm Henry. My sister forces me to come to parties like this. I prefer to stay on the sidelines if you know what I mean."