ONCE SECRET, TWICE TOLD
[A New Story From the penulis of HELLO, MY NAME IS: DEATH Series - BuffyFaithfan1]
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Chapter Three: A House is Not a Home
ONE WEEK LATER…
Jessika had packed everything she would need, miscellaneous wise anyways. She wouldn’t pack her clothes until a hari atau two before they left because what if she needed to wear something she packed away? Then she would have to dig through everything just to find it. Jessika zipped the last bag and put it sejak the other one sejak the door. So far she only had two bags. For her clothes she would use the angkasa Bag that her parents got her from the TV infomercial and make them as small as she could and pack them in this giant suitcase she got from her Grandma Edna two springs lalu and put the two bags into the suitcase so she only had to carry the suitcase itself.
Her mom was already gone and her dad was all business man-like and she didn’t really like it. But then again, her parents were always businessy. Jessika had texted a few of her Friends and wondered if anyone would like to go, even telah diposkan a post on Facebook, but she didn’t get a komen on it atau any text messages back saying they would go. If she did, it was to tell her no they can’t atau no they don’t want to go. Finding this out, she had sighed.
‘All alone.’ She thought. ‘Heading back to the horrors all…alone.’
Laying down watching the rest of “RINGER”, her cell phone bleeped. She
opened the text message. It was from someone called NEVERfearIMhere from Facebook. She opened the text message, confused.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. anda never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika stared at the screen confused and realized that she had accepted a friend request with this exact name a week lalu today when she put the post online. She always accepted, even if it were role-players pretending to be book/movie/TV characters. Sometimes, even dead people. She always expected them because she didn’t want to look mean. She wasn’t that type of girl. She knew she would probably never meet this person atau talk to them so she just accepted to make her friend count happy and the requester happy.
But this…how did they get her number? She read the message again realizing she never telah diposkan her number on Facebook like some people did. She didn’t want this exact thing to happen. She read it a few lebih times and realized two things.
1.) N.F.I.H. was talking about her horror-filled night in the attic three years ago
2.) N.F.I.H. was doing what she had just finished Membaca about a bulan ago.
A bulan ago, Jessika had finished Sara Shepards “Pretty Little Liars” novels
where four pretty girls got text message kind of like this. But why would someone who didn’t even know Jessika want to pull an A? She didn’t know them, afterall.
Or did she?
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ONE WEEK LATER…
A week had gone sejak since Jessika received that text message. She went to her Facebook profil and looked up NEVERfearIMhere’s profil and couldn’t figure out who it was. All it had were pictures of TV tunjuk promotional posters, cast photos, and other randomness. Out of all the 155 photos, there was no sign of telling who NEVERfearIMhere was. So, seeing how Jessika never got any lebih messages from him/her/it/whatever, she plopped down at her meja and looked at the blank screen. She had opened a new Microsoft Word document but couldn’t pull herself to the present to create anything new atau write anything Rawak just to fill time.
And just as she started thinking of something to create on the blank document, her cell phone dinged. She clicked the SLEEP button again to wake her BlackBerry Torch 4G up and found that it was still opened to the message from NFIH.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. anda never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika then put the phone aside, ignoring the new text message she had just received, and minimized the document to reveal her desktop. She double clicked on a file that read “My Pixx!” and began to surf through them for a certain picture. Once she found it, she opened it up to see a house that was made of bricks on the outside. It had a small chimney duct that ran at the south side of the house and had windows all over. A big glass sliding door stood on the patio and hayun, swing hung from the over-hang roof. There Jessika sat, on the swing, while her cousins sat at the picnic meja, jadual in front of Jessika.
Jessika sighed.
“This house is never going to be my home.” Jessika berkata to herself out loud and heard her phone ding again. This time, Jessika opened up the newest message before the first one she ignored.
Don’t ignore me. You’ll be sorry. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika scrolled down to the sebelumnya message she ignored and read:
Your new utama will be full of good memories and good times, from the past and the ones yet to come. Try not to get too attached. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika gasped and looked back up at the picture on her computer. Far off in the right hand corner, for the first time ever, she saw a shadow. The shadow didn’t belong to anyone in the picture, not even from the trees, plants, atau anything else behind the camera’s view.
The shadow took the shape of a man.
[A New Story From the penulis of HELLO, MY NAME IS: DEATH Series - BuffyFaithfan1]
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Chapter Three: A House is Not a Home
ONE WEEK LATER…
Jessika had packed everything she would need, miscellaneous wise anyways. She wouldn’t pack her clothes until a hari atau two before they left because what if she needed to wear something she packed away? Then she would have to dig through everything just to find it. Jessika zipped the last bag and put it sejak the other one sejak the door. So far she only had two bags. For her clothes she would use the angkasa Bag that her parents got her from the TV infomercial and make them as small as she could and pack them in this giant suitcase she got from her Grandma Edna two springs lalu and put the two bags into the suitcase so she only had to carry the suitcase itself.
Her mom was already gone and her dad was all business man-like and she didn’t really like it. But then again, her parents were always businessy. Jessika had texted a few of her Friends and wondered if anyone would like to go, even telah diposkan a post on Facebook, but she didn’t get a komen on it atau any text messages back saying they would go. If she did, it was to tell her no they can’t atau no they don’t want to go. Finding this out, she had sighed.
‘All alone.’ She thought. ‘Heading back to the horrors all…alone.’
Laying down watching the rest of “RINGER”, her cell phone bleeped. She
opened the text message. It was from someone called NEVERfearIMhere from Facebook. She opened the text message, confused.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. anda never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika stared at the screen confused and realized that she had accepted a friend request with this exact name a week lalu today when she put the post online. She always accepted, even if it were role-players pretending to be book/movie/TV characters. Sometimes, even dead people. She always expected them because she didn’t want to look mean. She wasn’t that type of girl. She knew she would probably never meet this person atau talk to them so she just accepted to make her friend count happy and the requester happy.
But this…how did they get her number? She read the message again realizing she never telah diposkan her number on Facebook like some people did. She didn’t want this exact thing to happen. She read it a few lebih times and realized two things.
1.) N.F.I.H. was talking about her horror-filled night in the attic three years ago
2.) N.F.I.H. was doing what she had just finished Membaca about a bulan ago.
A bulan ago, Jessika had finished Sara Shepards “Pretty Little Liars” novels
where four pretty girls got text message kind of like this. But why would someone who didn’t even know Jessika want to pull an A? She didn’t know them, afterall.
Or did she?
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ONE WEEK LATER…
A week had gone sejak since Jessika received that text message. She went to her Facebook profil and looked up NEVERfearIMhere’s profil and couldn’t figure out who it was. All it had were pictures of TV tunjuk promotional posters, cast photos, and other randomness. Out of all the 155 photos, there was no sign of telling who NEVERfearIMhere was. So, seeing how Jessika never got any lebih messages from him/her/it/whatever, she plopped down at her meja and looked at the blank screen. She had opened a new Microsoft Word document but couldn’t pull herself to the present to create anything new atau write anything Rawak just to fill time.
And just as she started thinking of something to create on the blank document, her cell phone dinged. She clicked the SLEEP button again to wake her BlackBerry Torch 4G up and found that it was still opened to the message from NFIH.
Well, well. Returning to a place where darkness stirred? Be careful. anda never know when the darkness will come back to haunt you. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika then put the phone aside, ignoring the new text message she had just received, and minimized the document to reveal her desktop. She double clicked on a file that read “My Pixx!” and began to surf through them for a certain picture. Once she found it, she opened it up to see a house that was made of bricks on the outside. It had a small chimney duct that ran at the south side of the house and had windows all over. A big glass sliding door stood on the patio and hayun, swing hung from the over-hang roof. There Jessika sat, on the swing, while her cousins sat at the picnic meja, jadual in front of Jessika.
Jessika sighed.
“This house is never going to be my home.” Jessika berkata to herself out loud and heard her phone ding again. This time, Jessika opened up the newest message before the first one she ignored.
Don’t ignore me. You’ll be sorry. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika scrolled down to the sebelumnya message she ignored and read:
Your new utama will be full of good memories and good times, from the past and the ones yet to come. Try not to get too attached. – N.F.I.H.
Jessika gasped and looked back up at the picture on her computer. Far off in the right hand corner, for the first time ever, she saw a shadow. The shadow didn’t belong to anyone in the picture, not even from the trees, plants, atau anything else behind the camera’s view.
The shadow took the shape of a man.
So in Alice&Jaspers wierd&love Alice finds out she has a daughter and Alex(her daughter)changes her diet and brings her utama to the family,everyone likes her!!
So in the New Story Alex and Renesmee become best Friends and they start school together and go through everything together like with family,friends,crush's,the imprinting and maybe falling in love!
hope u like it!!!when it comes out!!
Read to find out what happens!!in this new story!!!
So in the New Story Alex and Renesmee become best Friends and they start school together and go through everything together like with family,friends,crush's,the imprinting and maybe falling in love!
hope u like it!!!when it comes out!!
Read to find out what happens!!in this new story!!!
Buff wolfman Alex Meraz (Paul) revealed at a Twilight convention this weekend that he may have played his role a bit too intensely during a run-in with lead heroine Kristen Stewart–
“I decided, all right, the serigala, wolf Pack stay up all night looking for who’s killing people on the res, so we don’t sleep very much. So I thought it would be a great idea if I stayed up for 10 days straight.” What should have been a simple scene — a confrontation between Bella (Stewart) and the serigala, wolf Pack — became, in Meraz’s mind, his “Brando moment.” Wanting to try something different, the actor played the scene overly aggressive: screaming, grabbing Stewart sejak the throat, hurtling his line at her.
“[Director] Chris Weitz comes off-set like, ‘Yeah, I like the energy Alex, but just take it down a little,’ ” Spencer chimed in: “Meanwhile the producers are freaking out back there.”
” ‘Cause nobody touches Kristen Stewart,” joked Meraz.
“I decided, all right, the serigala, wolf Pack stay up all night looking for who’s killing people on the res, so we don’t sleep very much. So I thought it would be a great idea if I stayed up for 10 days straight.” What should have been a simple scene — a confrontation between Bella (Stewart) and the serigala, wolf Pack — became, in Meraz’s mind, his “Brando moment.” Wanting to try something different, the actor played the scene overly aggressive: screaming, grabbing Stewart sejak the throat, hurtling his line at her.
“[Director] Chris Weitz comes off-set like, ‘Yeah, I like the energy Alex, but just take it down a little,’ ” Spencer chimed in: “Meanwhile the producers are freaking out back there.”
” ‘Cause nobody touches Kristen Stewart,” joked Meraz.