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other people. Eleanor resembles an escape for Park, and through her, he was able to neglect others beliefs of their relationship and could embrace Eleanor for who she was. Them being together was, “like their lives were overlapping lines like they had their own gravity. Usually, that serendipity thing felt like the nicest thing the universe had ever done for her” (Rowell 145). This gravity Park depicts is him being able to rise above the ideals of his friends and family. He is so consumed by his…

Nahhh. (I am petty and I hold grudges.) I get that teenagers can be irresponsible, and I know Kiri’s trying to cope and “find herself,” but fuck. I did not like the way she went about it. I guess I don’t find her relatable, hence my dislike for her. The stupid romance between Kiri and Skunk I didn’t get it. There was no build-up to their relationship. No chemistry. Nothing. They didn’t even talk that much…

consisting of a long sofa and a chair near the windows that were draped with thick blue draperies that blocked the light. "This is your room," Amelia repeated from the doorway. "You can do with it what you want, it's your zone nobody else's. If you don't like the paint we can change it," "No - its - its perfect," he murmured softly before turning away and smiling at the older woman. "Thank you," "You're oh so very welcome," Amelia laughed although her voice did hitch slightly. "Your trunk is at…

Any style, or colour you really like?" Anya asks. "Well, for Angela," Vanessa starts, while gesturing to Angela, but is cut off. "I was thinking we could go for an older look, something flattering but not over the top. And I want a fitted short dress, one that compliments my body. No lace, whatsoever, but I like a bit of sparkle. I want strapless of course and as for the colour, I want it to be dark ruby," Angela says,…

The squeaking of shoes on the newly cleaned, glossy court floorboards. My heart pounding in my chest ready to burst out at any moment, what looked like hundreds of people; actually only a few, but the fact that I've never done this before had me trembling in my knees. My palms started sweating, and my breathing began to shallow. I have to prove them wrong, but could I? I won’t let them tell me these negative things anymore, not anymore anyways. Before I had the chance to back out; the amplified…

classroom walls and monotone voices to trap me - the looming threat of mandatory education made it all the sweeter. Our windows were down and our inhibitions lost in the wind. I loved my best friend and she loved me and this moment filled me with child-like trust and unadulterated joy. No adult was telling us to straighten out and find our way home. No schedule bound us to make it back at a certain time, to make sure we got nine hours of sleep and an hour of exercise every day. We were, maybe…

consciousness to memorize every details she can. White hair, blue eyes. Not the most helpful information. Picturing Jared’s face produces a blurry outline that could be anyone. Eleanor can’t remember a solid and reliable image of what he looked like. His whole body was covered in cloth, not an inch of skin shown. Maybe that could help. Maybe that’s some kind of culture he can be traced back to. Something slimy brings Eleanor out of her head and back to reality. She slowly opens…

“Well,” she said, lighting the stove. “He just doesn’t usually look like that. You’ll see when he gets here.” She straightened up and turned to face me, smiling. “Would you like some tea?” “That would be wonderful, thank you,” I answered with my own smile. Still, I could not shake the odd feeling I had gotten about her words. What sort of man was Mr. Jones? “You can sit…

“spy” but, yes, I…I suppose you could be right. It’s the element of danger that makes it attractive; and I would be helping to protect the king…and for good money! Nearly three times what I’m earning now!’ ‘The king’s a lazy fool. Protect him…? Well, like him or not, he’s still the king,’ she said, almost resigned to Antonio deciding that he’d do it. ‘But what would Carlos and the troupe think? They’d have to find someone…

This is a story about a man named Cross Lambert. “Hey Cross, aren’t you excited? You’re going to get your first command soon?” “I don’t know Galius. I have been a lieutenant for so long, I don’t know how the men are going to adjust to my promotion.” “Everyone knew you were going to be the next captain and you have many supporters, amazingly. You’re the perfect example for a high-ranking officer.” “How so?“ “You follow orders to the letter and you are a devout follower of Zenith and the men…