It was the Weiter day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue hemd, shirt that sagte "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she sagte "Oh! I didn't give Du a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
Du seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows Du
like a hook,
won't let Du go,
won't leave Du alone.
Du smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that Du hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves Du not,
Du don't see the Angel – Jäger der Finsternis on
your shoulder,
trying to give Du a strength.
Du long for life
that Du don't know of,
Du seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
Hayly's gucci boots
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits Von Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to Bewegen tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a feuer earlier, and let me tell Du journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the feuer ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits Von Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to Bewegen tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a feuer earlier, and let me tell Du journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the feuer ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a baum
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the oben, nach oben Du see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this Tag those who were near sagte it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
Weiter chapter "The pookie Returns"
left front clockwise: Charlie,Alice,Hollie,Connor and Jon
