And we could all use a little change
*Frown
Only shooting stars break the mold
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
Hearing this he was baffled and a very embarrassed expression flashed briefly through his face before saying nothing, he knew his friend was right.
The teacher in charge of the test showed a pondering smile, "See, our Shrek Academy has received a pretty good little monster this year."
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[Yeah, I don't know why I have it either.]
It took almost a year to her mother to become normal. Until then, she didn't remember any close relationship with her parents.
She had a small smile on her face.
It's been three years since they threw me in this cage. I have been feeding off the blood of these Rats they give me. I jolt up from a cold sleep. "another nightmare" I mutter to myself then suddenly I hear shuffling as something turns. I turn my head and see a once empty cage now housing a mysterious stranger in chainmail. I watch him for hours until he grunts as I see something spring alive in his paints my face gets hot and turn away. 3 more hours pass and he is still grunting then I hear it stop turning my face as we wakes up. I stay silent watching the stranger.
"What do I have to do to prove it to you? Do-do I need to kiss and whisper in somebody's ears? Daddy, t- tell me!"