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Chapter 1 Crusade woke up feeling very bad about her day. She had that dream again. That dream where she remembered it being terrifing, yet couldn't remember when she woke up. She shivered. "That dream is enough to ruin anybody's day," she thought. She got up and got dressed. Her family was moderatly poor, so she couldn't afford to wear dresses. Instead she wore a red shirt, white pants, and leather boots that had lasted her 2 years. Her house was not in top shape either. It was a very small cottage with a straw roof, that leaked whenever it rained. So, everyday. The walls were wooden and had termites living inside most of the time. Crusade g

  Intro It was a rainy day. In the distance you heard the London bell ringing. Ringing, saying that it was 12 o clock midnight. 12 o clock.  The time when most children are in bed,sleeping, dreaming, about teddy bears and Christmas, about cakes, and their birthdays, sometimes the children had nightmares, about tests, school, or whatever they where dreading to come the next day. Anyway, 12 o clock is a MAGICAL sort of time. The time when it changes from day to night, from the twenty first to the twenty seconded.  12 o clock ( also known as midnight)  is a time of changes. And so, exactly when it struck midnight, a figure appeared in the dist

Chapter 1 I was staying late at school, very late. It just wasn't fair. Just because i got into detention 6 times, i have to do school service. Right now we where in a classroom, discussing what we should do.The classroom was big enough, had thousands of math posters flooding the walls, and had tables all facing each other. "First of all, they can't make us do this," i told one of my best friends, Jessie."It's against our consitunal rights," i added. Jessie rolled her eyes. Jessie had straight black hair that reached about shoulder lengh. Hr eyes where a deep green, and her skin was fair. "That's what you say to EVERYTHING!" she pointed out.

Intro My name is Cassidy Sertly. I have dirty blond hair with deep blue eyes.I was never the sporty type. I mean, sure I did sports, and I enjoyed them, it’s just I wasn’t good at them. I always cheated, even if I didn’t mean to. Eventually my Mom ran out of sports to try, so I went into fencing. It was okay, though I never won. I mean NEVER. Even when I didn’t cheat I didn’t win. And surprisingly for fencing I never cheated.

Chapter 2 My home was giant! Litterly, GIANT! It was brick and about 3 stories high. It had a huge backyard, the size of a racehorse track AND stands. The house had ivy creeping up, but otherwise it was completely well cared for. Inside, the furniture was so modern, every single piece of furniture cost about 1-3 grand. A half a mile away was a racetrack my dad built. That’s where most of the horses where. The others (Our favorites) where in the barn located in the backyard. All in all, it was awesome to live there. My dad was a famous owner of famous racehorses. People even made up a rumor that he had a magical eye, that could see if th

Diamon heart intro There was a slight fog in the air. People bushled past each other as if they where disgusted by skin. There were rich people, with tight corsets and cages, beutiful make up,frilious hair-dos, and too small hats for their pompous big heads. There were poor people. people with only rags of clothes,pasty skin, and sik tired eyes. But in the middle of all these people there were 2 kids. "GIVE IT BACK!" shouted crusade. Crusade was 7 years old at the time but the first signs of beuty was starting to shine through. she had dark auburn hair that went about shoulder lengh in long curls. her eyes where river blue, and her lips we

Chapter 1 School, how fun! You get to sit inside all day while the weather outside is perfect. At least I still have riding school. What; you think I don't know how to ride? I know every nook and cranny of a horse, and how to ride it perfectly. I'm so good that I'm sometimes my dad's trainer. And btw, the horses usually place 2 or 3.  Unfortunly, I have no idea about the horse breed called Dad. This breed signs you up for riding school, but doesn't buy you a horse. I have begged and begged for months but the answer has always been the same: NO. I turn this over in my head as I dreamily stare out the window. "ALEXIS STRIRRUP!" I turn my head

Intro When I was little I went to my first horse race. My Dad hoisted me unto his shoulders as we made towards what I call the plaza. You know, the place where all the food was.  When I was litte I thought those hotdogs where the best in the world. Now, I prefere home made. I was enchanted by all those people. When the race had almost begun, they started bringing the horses out for a walk around the course; I gasped. When I saw those same horses run, I nearly fell off my seat. The next day my dad bought a small shetland pony for me to ride. I was SO exited. Exept when I found out I was riding it in circles;whopee. I guess it was the fact th

Chapter 2 Selena fox I always had a sneaky personality. Okay, if you must be specific, i was sneaky, mischievous, and i liked to play pranks. No, i loved to play pranks. But this time i knew i had gotten to far. "I mean where in your mind did you find it okay to build a gigantic metal hand and make it slap Joey in the face?" My dad said tension building up in his voice. "He slapped me once in 5th grade just returning the favor," I murmured. My dad just rolled his eyes. "Selenaaaaaa," He said in his warning tone. I look up with the best puppy dog eyes i ever did, locked my fingers behind my back and started rocking on my heels. "I'm sor