A terrible betrayal_Brave Wild Berries_The Castello Girls_Mr. Huckleberry
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A terrible betrayal
The cage was cold. Cement cool under my feet. Reese had curled in on herself, her long strawberry blonde hair veiled over her shoulders and face as he curled around her knees, sitting on the floor. She had been placed inside an animal cage, like those old ones circus's use to use way back when they mistreated animals way more regularly. Only, She was the spectacle this time around.Men with large guns and foul odor walked around and talked in a foreign tongue she didnt understand. She watched her friend as he talked to the guards. She didnt think he would do something like this. Maybe he wouldn...
Brave Wild Berries
I filled the plastic buckets up with Kit Kats, Snickers, and M&M'S, inwardly scolding myself for my unoriginal choices. I should've gotten some jelly beans to brighten up my pile. Some Jolly Ranchers maybe? Shaking my head, I tossed the last packet I'd picked from the store (A gleaming silver bag of HERSHEY'S Kisses with the words "MILK CHOCOLATE" written underneath in capital letters) along with the other candies, reminding myself that not every child was going to want chocolate. But I guess I could just give the leftovers to her. Had it been last year, or the good years before that, she woul...
The Castello Girls
Of the many punishments Mrs. Castello had creatively conjured to cure her insolence, sorting through the family’s attic was the one Clara disliked the least. It was laden with family memories and artifacts from the last fifty-six years, from old journals to photo albums: secrets and stories waiting to be discovered in every pen swish and pose. However, her newest attic discovery was about to become the most fascinating one yet. This particular box was of her beloved grandmother Sophia’s old belongings: rusted jewellery, family postcards, dry nail polish bottles, and, most importantly, polaroi...
Mr. Huckleberry
I love my life. Why would I say that you might ask? For context. The thing is though, I wouldn’t say I love the whole of my life. There’s this guy…you know what? Read on and you'll understand what I mean.“Hey Charles, you said you’d give me the answers to the homework,” I say in a panwww.onedoor.ccic. He keeps trudging on. “Pleaaase.” He lets out a sigh.“Ok fine, but you better do your homework the next time, Peter,” Charles says ruffling his hair. “For sure, for sure.” I snatch his homework from his hand before we enter the property of the school. I stop just inside the property and take out the math homew...