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Seth just finished serving his eighty-seventh costumer and he sighed exhaustingly. I laughed. "I'm tired," he said giving me a lopsided smile. I chuckled. "Wait here a second, okay?" "Okay," I said taking a sip from my soda. Seth came back out without his apron tied around his waist. He jumped over the bar counter and took my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked, my face twisting up in confusion. "Outside," he simply answered. Okay, someone's not in the mood, I thought following him. We squeez...

I giggled. "You see that's the Kelsey I love to see," Seth said as we lifted our heads up, "All happy and bubbly . . . Not the sullen one. You know I don't like seeing you unhappy." "I know, but i can't help it." "Well, it looks like I have a lot of distracting to do." "You started since you walked in the room," I said with a giggle. "Oh did I?" he asked with a sly smirk. "Yes as a matter of fact, you did," I replied. He laughed and I just chuckled along with him. He planted a lingering kiss ...

The snow fell gently from the gray January sky as I watched my windowsill being covered by white flakes that quickly melted into ice cold water. It's been two months already, I thought, two months that he's been dead. Why did he have to die?, I asked myself. My eyes filled unexpectedly with tears as I thought about the image. . . the image of seeing him there with his eyes wide open looking far off into a distant place. Todd Pearson was my best friend and he was a werewolf. I say 'was'- well ...

Cara slammed the door before her mother could even run across the hallway. Queen Ema banged on the door as Cara shouted at her to leave her alone. "You better open this door!" she yelled "I'll never let you in!" Cara shouted back. Suddenly, Helen, Cara's servant came out of the bathroom. Cara stared at her with wide eyes silently praying to herself that Helen would go back in the bathroom. Suddenly it all came quiet...Queen Ema knew that Helen was in there. "Helen open this door!" Cara shook ...

Seth just finished serving his 87th costumer and he sighed exhaustingly. I laughed. "I'm tired," he said giving me a lopsided smile. I chuckled. "Wait here a second, okay?" "Okay," I said taking a sip from my soda. Seth came back out without his apron tied around his waist. He jumped over the bar counter and took my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked, my face twisting up in confusion. "Outside," he simply answered. Okay, someone's not in the mood, I thought following him outside. We squeezed...