The floorboards screeched and creaked under my footsteps echoing throughout the building. My heart palpitated wildly like there was no tomorrow and I shuffled down the hall way, cautiously peering at the vague silhouette and mysterious shadows that surrounded me. The hair on the back of my neck rose and a shiver shook my spine. The hall way was covered with spider webs that tickled my head and also dust which rose up in puffs whenever I put my feet down with a soft thud.
Good one Lynn! Riveting! Whats going to happen next! _________________________________ Zhi Xin's group
Petrified. Terrified. Terror-stricken. The sunlight filtered through the tinted windows as I crept down the hall way gingerly, stealthily, peering cautiously at the shadows and jumping every time the old floorboards creaked under my weight. My footsteps emitted a thud that echoed creepily throughout the building. The hall way was dusky with spider webs hanging everywhere and dust lining the floor. The wind howled as the leaves were stripped off the defenceless trees and the rustling reverberated through the old dancing ballet studio.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose and an icy shiver went down my spine. An ominous sensation swept over me. Alone, without Edward, I was like a helpless abandoned puppy on the streets. I swear I could see a blur of black as shuffling of footsteps rang through the smooth vacant marble floor that was coated with luxurious hazel brown paint. My heart was pounding vigorously in my chest like Bongo drums as my pale pink lips tightened like clams.
This is the scene where Bella met with James, right? You managed to capture beautifully what we saw on tape into words! What happens next? :))
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Pyone's group Theme/Title: The Mean Girls using Quotes
Their version "Never do unto others what you do not want others to do to you" I had learnt this the hard way, being both the abuser and the abused. I had never ever knew, in my four years of being the superior, that bullying could emotially hurt someone that badly. Reverting my attention back to the incident, my eyes rolled and my dazed look transferred to the day where the 5 elegant, aristocratic girls transferred into our school.
Mine:
"Never do unto others what you do not want others to do to you" I had learnt the meaning of this famouse saying the hard way, being once abuser and also the abused. I never would have imagined that, in my four years of being the senior, bullying could emotially hurt someone badly. Reverting my attention back to the incident, my eyes closed and I was transported to the day when the 5 elegant, aristocratic girls were first transferred into our school.
Also from Pyone's grp
Theirs: They describe themselves as 'cool', 'pretty', 'unique'. They think that they rule the school just because everybody avoids them. They have the heaviest make-up ever. They have purple streaks of highlight clearly shown in their hair. They conclude themselves as the bravest clique in school because they are no afraid of green forms or demerit points. They think they will never be expelled as their parents donate a gargantuan amount of money to school every year. They wear short skirts up till their hips. They wear ankle socks which are so low that they could not be seen. They occupy a huge space in the canteen to prove that they are cool and different from the others. Everyone has a road to follow in life. Boulders, rocks and difficulties. No one can change it. Difficulties at work, at home, or even in school. I know I have to overcome them someday. They are, the mean girls.?
Mine: They described themselves as 'cool', 'pretty', 'unique'. They thought that they ruled the school just because everybody avoided them. They had the heaviest make-up. They had purple highlights streaking their long tight ponytails. They conclude themselves as the bravest clique in school because they were not afraid of neither green forms nor demerit points. They never thought of being expelled as their parents often donate gargantuan sums of money to school every year. They wore short skirts up till their hips. Their ankle socks were so low that they could not be seen. They occupied a huge space in the canteen to prove that they were cool and different from the others. They were the "Mean Girls' and I knew I had to overcome them someday. Remember, its a narrative. You are reflecting, telling a story. It has happened, hence it must be in past tense.
