Note: This chapters from Quin's point of view. Also, LadyEmzy16 came up with the tajuk Tales of a Group of Outcasts, so she gets full credit for that!
Also, even if anda don't like it, please komen why anda don't like it so I can make it better. __________________________________________
I walked into the bathroom and sank to the floor seterusnya to one of the sinks. I stared at the ceiling. I was starting to doubt I was ever going to get a boyfriend, atau even kiss. I mean, Zoë had her first Ciuman in fourth grade, and I’m fifteen! Of course, that’s Zoë....
James Rivers flipped over boxes searching for that one book. This book shouldn't have been this difficult to find. How could it disappear? No one knows about it but his wife and him. He knew his wife didnt want to gi near it lr the attic. He was positive Simone atau Brooke didn't come near the attic in the past week. They didn't know that he was alway watching their every move. A concerned parent was how he thought of himself. He was sure they would never do such a thing even when he told them about the attic. He surveyed the entire room....
I looked around the platform, waiting. George leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, Hailey. They'll be here."
I glanced up at him. He had changed after the battle, we all had. George, always the prankster, became lebih serious. He had even talked about closing down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The hole in the side of his head, where his ear used to be, was still unnerving, but I learned to accept it as a part of him.
"I know, George," I said. "There's still a connection."
"You mean that old twin telepathy thing anda had going is still there?"
This a short poem I came up with. I'm not a descriptive person. I prefer just simple words in poems. This deals with the term, "Looking behind the smile." This is inspired sejak a friend and mine's life experiences. Enjoy :)
Gone: a poem
She sat alone in the corner of the room. She didn't speak she would merely loom. Like she was a shadow an invisible ghost. No one gave a damn at the most.
She would sit there and simply stare looking at those who ignored her. No one looked at her twice no one bothered when she was nice.
She was a nobody, forgotten sejak all. Her ever-blank stares directed at the bare, empty wall....