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8 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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9 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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9 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
10 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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11 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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I wasn't arguing because that gets me no where anyway...

I was just...

I don't like babies being killed.
@Kyrisseoooh I should have put that in XD afternoon lol
So I should get a post out for where Charmander is then...

but...in the morning.

So frigging tired.
yeah, but still...baby's aren't that fragile...and you could have had kyle fall any other way, that wouuld have protected the baby...and a three week old baby isn't that big, really. A shot to the lung, along the neck, would have been just as fatal, but would have allowed time to protect the baby.

whoopss, getting too nurse-y here.

I just don't see why the baby needed to die, but oh well.
Callie listened as the Coven leader, Aleida spoke. She was use to Aleida's long, often windy speeches, and she played with her charm bracelet as Aleida went on and on. Callie could be doing something more productive, like searching for a shop front, but she pretended to be interested. With Aleida, it was often the wiser coarse. She listened just enough to know what the head witch was going on about, but not enough that she would be utterly board.

Suddenly, something caught her attention.

"...We are now answering to the vampire, styling herself the Queen of this city, and with rights, she is beco-"

"Woah!" Callie said suddenly, sitting up straight, and laying her hands on the table in front of her, "I don't agree with that! There's no way I'm letting a vampire dictate what I can and can't do!" WHile Callie's magic was more focused on potion making, she did use spells on occassion, and she didn't want to be regulated by what a Vampire thought the Witches should do.

"Callie, please, its the only safe-"

"You mean you're too much of a coward to say no, that we can rule ourselves" Callie said, angry now, not even knowing where her words were comig from as she rose smoothly, glaring at Aleida,who pursed her lips a moment, as if deep in thought. The black haired woman was quite beautiful, but right then Callie thought she was the ugliest person alive. She shook her head, even as Aleida began to speak again. "Perhaps i over estimated you, Callie. Maybe you aren't a good fit for this Coven"

For a moment, Callie didn't know what Aleida met, and then all at once she did. Dread filled her heart, and her body when shockingly cold. It was hard to get into a coven, when you were an outsider, and Callie's parents had been apart of the coven, until their death a few months prior. Callie had been apart of the Coven practically since birth, and if her mother had lived even a little bit longer, she would have been the head witch. And then this wouldn't have happened. Callie gritted her teeth, and said, "Perhaps you're right. I'm so glad my parents aren't here to see how you have messed up their coven" Callie turned on her heal, walking out slowly as if unworried, as if she had all the time in the world, onto the busy street of the town, walkign out of site of the Coven's meeting house, she stopped, and stood, wondering what the hell she was going to do now. She had lived in that house...she had no money. Swallowing, she realised just what a mess she had gotten herself into. Feelig sick to her stomach, Callie looked about, as if searching for a life line.
Hm.

Well we could continue with the others but I still think they deserve some rest lol
@KoL
Well...to be honest that kinda just popped into my head as I was writing...and given that Cassie is a lot like me...I put it in there XD
Sasha


Sasha gently and carefully picked up Grace, stroking her, patting her back, aiming to soothe. "it's okay baby girl, it's alright Gracie" she kissed Grace on the head, knowing she needed to be strong. For Grace. For her baby, or babies, for Violet. For Matt. She needed to keep things together.

Gently bouncing Grace, she continued to try and soothe her, starting to sing softly, pressing Grace's head against her so she wouldn't see what was outside the window as Sasha took a glance, her heart in her throat. Matt... she swallowed painfully, and continued to sing, moving around, bouncing Grace, focusing on staying together, rather then letting herself succumb to the fear, to her own ball of chaotic emotion.

God, she was tired. And so damn hungry.

"I love you, Gracie. I'll keep you safe. I promise. Shhhh now, it's going to be okay" she kissed Grace again, laying a hand on her belly, as she supported Grace on her hip. that goes for you in there too, I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. I promise.
Why...why did the baby need to die too?
Finally posted!
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