As doctors rushed in and Mariah and Tiffany ran Weiter to Kyle, James sat there, looking at his brother, remembering all that they'd gone through, fighting evil monsters that don't exist, fighting bad guys, everything, they survived it all. Except the human race, their own species. He was about to cry but looked up and saw Mariah and Tiffany, crying. He hugged them tight, like Kyle used to. "It'll be ok" he said. "But what are we going to do?" sobbed Mariah. "Live on." sagte James and hugged them tighter. Later that evening James went to Kyle's house and looked under his bett and found a box. He changed the letters so it sagte Sheila. Inside were pictures, of their mum. It had Schreiben to. It didn't take long for him to realise that it was their mums things. There was a picture of his mum holding two babys on the back it said; 'Me holding my two children, James and Kyle, my little sunshines of life.'
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all sagte names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave Du hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and Du don't hear it much." sagte Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a Passwort for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all sagte names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave Du hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and Du don't hear it much." sagte Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a Passwort for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, oder Ocean Clan, Riku, oder Land Clan, and the Sora, oder Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD Du DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, oder Ocean Clan, Riku, oder Land Clan, and the Sora, oder Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD Du DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal oder energetic maybe the one apfel, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Zeigen the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Weiter to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal oder energetic maybe the one apfel, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Zeigen the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Weiter to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed Du and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side Von side.