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As a smeet, I..I open my eyes slowly, feeling still tired a bit. Moving around in the soft bedsheets, lifting my head off my pillow. I looked around from my small bed, at all the others around me. Everyone else was sleeping.. It wasn't time to get up for a new day of training yet. Then why did I wake up? Then I remember the same nightmare I've been having, I had again that night. It started to haunt me, I didn't want to see it anymore.. it was scary. I climbed out of bed, rubbing my eyes and staring at the dim light ahead of me. It was just the entrance to the door that the instructors always forbade for us to enter.. plus it was metal, we couldn't get through it. I wanted to walk around a bit, yeah, and then I'd go back to sleep. Surely Jex wouldn't notice.. I stood up, walking around. At this time of night when I woke up, I liked to think to myself. I wondered, why did so many people hate me? Did I ever do something wrong? Am I.. different? It seemed like the only person who didn't jeer at me a lot
Chapter 1, Part 1. Memories and Reality." Drive faster! " Layla shouted at Dib. Dib almost slammed on the breaks in that golf cart for a moment. " I can't go any faster, this is the cart's maximum speed! Your not the one in the front seat you know! " Layla winced, looking even more fear stricken then before as she looked behind her. She could see an uproar in the streets, and people running and shouting as some of the tallest buildings in town fell and smashed into eachother. In the golf cart was Gaz, Joa, Dib, and Layla. It seemed like Kendall, Miz, and Zim had no where to be found, only making the situation worse at hand. The situation at hand, seemingly was that the earth was splitting apart in some giant catastrophic earthquake, but was that just the beginning? Oh the dreaded irony of the words the children had spoken in the past. Now they were paying for it. Layla thought back. Through the bumpy ride, the tossed golf cart didn't affect her mind. She was a deep thinker, and born that way. She thought back to the days bef
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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