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At the moment I am EXTREMELY bored and would like something interesting to happen.. I was wondering if anybody would like to do an RP with me.. I don't know from which book. Like Percy and Harry have been done a lot. We could do one of those or a different book.
PLEASE POST!
submitted by Elizabeth M, age 11, Germany
(January 3, 2011 - 5:05 am)
(January 3, 2011 - 5:05 am)
Now pick an age. It's your turn right?
(January 19, 2011 - 12:58 am)
I'll have him be six, that would be a fun age.
(January 19, 2011 - 11:10 pm)
YAY!!!!! Ok, it's your turn.
(January 20, 2011 - 1:03 am)
I ever so slightely lifted my head off of my cot. _____ (I forgot you're name) was sitting on Mama and Papa's bed. She was crying. She wasn't supposed to be crying. She's gotten teary-eyed in the past, but never cries. She isn't supposed to cry. She's my big sister, and my big sister doesn't cry. Neither do my parents, neither do I, but especially not my sister. This isn't supposed to happen.
(January 21, 2011 - 12:29 am)
I'm Charlotte.
I noticed Jacques looking at me with his little brown eyes. They were confused. "I shouldn't be crying." I thought. "This doesn't mean that Maman and Papa are not coming back. " I dried my eyes. "Come Jacques! You can help me make breakfast." Jacques nodded. I smoothed my nightgown and tried to get the sinking feeling in my stomach to go away.
(January 21, 2011 - 4:43 pm)
I jumped out of my cot and pulled on my well worn robe. "All right Charlotte," I said. I was heading towards our little kitchen area when I heard gun shots. And screams. Screams so horrible I didn't know existed. I jumped into Charlotte's arms and she squeezed me. "Charlotte?" I whispered into her stomach. "Soyez tranquille, mon petit." I nodded, and walked back to my cot. We wouldn't need to be making breakfast for Mama and Papa anymore.
J'ai sauté de mon lit et a tiré sur ma robe bien usé. "Charlotte All right". Je l'ai dit. Je me dirigeais vers notre petit espace cuisine quand j'ai entendu des coups de feu. Et des cris. Screams si horrible que je ne savais pas existé. J'ai sauté dans les bras de Charlotte, et elle me serra. "Charlotte?" J'ai chuchoté dans son estomac. "Be quite, my boy." J'ai hoché la tête, et revint à mon lit. Nous n'aurions pas besoin d'être prise de petit déjeuner pour Maman et Papa plus.
(January 22, 2011 - 12:05 pm)
I held Jacques tight to my chest. Little Jacques! Why did he have to experience this. I felt him sob into my stomach."Maman! Papa!" he whispered. "Shhh...Shh mon chere! Everything's going to be Ok." I heard heavy footsteps walking down the road. "Jacques, get down through the trapped door. Now!" "Oui!" Jacques ran to our rug and pulled it away. We quietly climbed under the trapped door into the darkness. I closed the hatch. Silence.
(January 22, 2011 - 4:25 pm)
"Charlotte, what's happening?" I whispred. I've never been so scared in my life! Heavy footsteps stomped outside the house. Bang Bang Bang. I wimpered and sunk closer towards the back of the room. "Jacques, come here, it's cold and you might get a chill." I crept towards her, unsure whether the strange man would come down to get us. I wimpered again. The door of the house crept open, and the man stepped in. "Hello. I'm here to take you away." I heard a familiar voice, but with all of these riots you didn't know who to trust. But Charlotte knew this man much better than me. "Uncle!" She jumped out and bear-hugged Uncle. "Charlotte, Jacques! I'm sorry I couldn't come faster, but you're parents needed to talk with me." Charlotte and I exchanged an ecstatic glance; they were alive. I jumped up and hugged Uncle. He swung me around. "Jacques, you've grown so much, I've missed you, both of you!" He kissed us both on the forehead and told us to pack everything we had. That was easy, we didn't have much. He packed up Mama and Papa's things, and Charlotte and I put our things in a small sack.
OMGs, the last thing CAPTCHA said had the first two letters of zd, this one is zgxa, and my name is ZB!
(January 24, 2011 - 7:44 pm)
I bundled Jacques in his warmest cloak and took a quilt from our parents bed for the ride. Our uncle brought us to the carraige and we hopped in. I looked at the cottage one last time. Maybe I'd never see home again. I hugged Jacques tight. We were together and that was the important thing.
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It was getting dark and Jacques had cuddled himself in my lap. "Uncle, shouldn't we stop?" I asked. "Non!" My uncle answered. I sat there quietly and stroked Jacques brown hair. I was getting tired myself. Suddenly I looked up. What was that?! But I slowly dozed off again forgetting about the noise.
Is captcha the thing that you have to write in when we want to submit our posts?
(January 25, 2011 - 9:29 am)
Yeah, some people call it differnt things, but if you scroll you're mouse over it it says Image CAPTCHA. I've seen people call it Andy P., Spam boy, etc. It depends on what you want to call him/her/it.
(January 25, 2011 - 6:03 pm)