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The Misunderstood Can Understand November swallowed the shivery lump in his throats; he took darkened orange sleeve and wipe the tear out of his eye.The Misunderstood Can Understand by ~wildleafcat22
He walked past one block and turned left onto a sidewalk; going into a city like street with small apartments. They were individual apartments though and their porch was made up of stairs.
He walked to a known staircase and knocked on the door. March came out; she was in an ankle length gown and her hair was slightly messed up. Her tired green eyes widened as she recognized the teenage boy at her door.
"Nov? What are you doing here?" Her accent was her normal American; but cracked a little with Irish as she became concerned.
Unknown Page (Moths and Butterflies)December brings us moths,Unknown Page (Moths and Butterflies) by ~wildleafcat22
June brings butterflies,
December brings us shorter days,
While June brings us longer sunset skies,
For the departed husband,
He cries and cries,
For the departed wife,
She dies and dies,
December promises us gifts,
June promises us warmth,
But how do we this honest truth?
That keeps us going forth,
How the silent two,
How the strong two,
How they keep proving,
Proving them wrong,
Showing them the truth,
That it's not a lying song,
But they are fickled,
and their confused minds are drowning in doubt,
But they fight,
and within all exits and out,
They return someday,
The blue skies,
The brown Earth,
Chapter 5He couldn't stop; he read a book, he wrote, he even walked outside, he ate. He took a small 4 minute nap.Chapter 5 by ~wildleafcat22
He still felt terrible. Lunch was almost over. He finally stood up and sat beside April; a little bit of comfort showed.
April smiled, "Hello August; are you ready for your ruling to be over?"
"Honestly; yes" He said with a big inhale of stress and an exhale of stress.
She rubbed his shoulder a little timidly; his body grew still and a chill went down his spine.
"April?" August said as ran her hand down his arm, his voice grew weaker.
"Hm?" Her hand was barely touching the top of his hand; she dare make the foolish mistake again?
Chapter 4- Catch Up With Your LessonsAugust frowned as he noticed his writing wasn't as quick; or as legible either.Chapter 4- Catch Up With Your Lessons by ~wildleafcat22
He felt fuzzy and hated it; he mustn't dwell and lack sleep like he did. Goodness, what a disgrace he is.
He sped up his writing; until his ruler lay his hand onto his.
"Something seems to be bothering, my young August." A man with light brown hair and eyes; his hair in a ponytail, except he was really tall, wore a white tuck in shirt with black pants always; with a complimentary black tie and belt.
August shook his head violently; a fiery fury ran up his spine. He swallowed dryly; writing until he ran out of words, he lay his pencil in the middle of his notebook,
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Chibitalia: The LullabyChibitalia: The Lullaby by ~RexcaliburSoren
It had been around two weeks since he left. Cries could be heard all over the house that night from one little boy; a little boy who missed his dearest friend. This had been the fourth night that week that this had happened. The door to Roderich’s room creaked open. Roderich peaked over from his work to see Elizaveta standing in the doorway with a sullen expression on her face.
“I’ve tried everything I could.” She said, looking down sorrowfully. Roderich frowned a bit and turned back to his desk.
“You’ve tried to calm the child down every night this week und still nothing...” Roderich repl
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