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Then Jayden looked back at his desk and down on his family picture, at least when he had an actual family, he looked at himself with his baby brown eyes and his perfect dark brown hair, thinking why couldn’t I look better. Then his mother, Catherine Henery, came to the left of him holding him in her long arms. Her beautiful purple dress, her smooth black hair if only she is not in…

good distance away, Perceval noted it was a girl wandering up the beach toward him, and oddly her movements were familiar. She wore a sleeveless flowing pink dress, one a princess might, and her light brown hair whipped around her face in the breeze. The girl, about age eight or so, shoved the hair away from her face and grinned. Perceval wondered if his heart might stop. Gods, it was his sister, Deryn, his beloved younger sibling who had died when she was seven years old, along with Perceval’s…

grinned. "What? Mesmerized by my looks?" "Yup," I replied bluntly. It couldn 't be helped. Ritsu had an erotic aura to him. Maybe it was because he had experience with girls, but his looks was definitely part of the equation. With middle-length light brown hair and green eyes, he 's had a lot of girls in school come after him. He has a piercing in each ear, giving him the carefree playboy vibe. But the truth was, he was more mature and hardworking than others. Believe it or not, the reason the…

It was a very cold but normal December day, everyone in town was doing what they usually do, take kids to school, go to work, get coffee and visit one another. Henry Dunkin was an ordinary 13 year old boy who was tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was very liked by the citizens in the town so you wouldn’t expect anyone to harm him, right? Two weeks ago on a Tuesday, this was a day like any other, the sun was shining and there was a chilly breeze just off the east coast. In the bakery up…

other than his picture online. I know you can post any picture you want. I thought he was gorgeous in those pictures. He pulls up at the gas station about three minutes after I got there. He is this tall 5’10”, gorgeous in the face, light brown hair, brown eyed man, that bends down to me in my car and says, “Hi, how are you? Are you ready to go back to my house; it is out in the country a little ways?” I knew when he leaned into my car, that he was the one for me. I know he is very…

four foot eight woman, in her mid-thirties. She is toothless, and her lower jaw whirls from side to side when she produces her puncturing high-pitched sounds. In the center of her scraggly light brown hair, she has a bald spot while the hair at the back of her head is short and frizzy, like a poodle's hair. Jennifer also wears a pair of…

not afford to show her that. “What changed?” I asked her because I was genuinely curious. “He found out I was a necromancer, I raised a teacher that committed suicide from the dead after that he did not like me anymore.” She explained to me her brown eye looking back up to me blue ones they looked haunted. I walked away from her thinking that was a shitty thing for Vincent to do and I must confront him about it at dinner. Dinner was the same as it always was. I waited for Vincent to come…

of the glass and I feel it slide down my tongue and into my stomach. “This feels like cement.” Andrea says, letting a drop of the beverage drip down from the corner of her mouth. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as her hair covers her face like a curtain; I tuck a strand of her thick hair behind her…

bright, friendly smile. "Hogwarts, dear?" she asked before Raiden could speak. "Another young man is being fitted up just now, in fact." She commented. In the back of the shop was a boy who appeared to be Raiden's age. He had pale skin and light brown hair, and he stood with a slight slouch atop a small stool while another woman dressed in blue pinned up his long black robes. The woman is purple led Raiden over to the next boy and ushered him onto a stool before slipping a robe over his head…

to come as I was sitting on the not so comfortable bed in the immunization room. Time went by painfully slow as I waited for the nurse to come in with her tray of needles. Finally we heard a knock on the door and in came a short lady with light brown hair tied up in a high ponytail. She introduced herself then came over to me and asked if I was ready. I had said no and she laughed then looked at me and said, “Do not worry, it’ll be very quick you probably won’t even feel a thing.” Right as she…