Chapter Eight
"Can anda remember anything from your past life?" interrogated Dakota. Just yesterday she was invited to Hazel's death hari party. She wanted to throw a party to remember the life of Abigail and Gwendolyn Dalton. Dakota and Connor both knew that it was a setup for them but they had to to.
"I wish I could. As the days go oleh I forget lebih and more. I even forgot how I died." Abigail's ghost looked up a Dakota. anda could feel the sorrow leaking out of it. "I wish I could be of lebih assistance but I just don't remember a thing. I am surprised that we are still linked to one another. Since I forgot my purpose I should not be still linked to my human connection. Once my memory goes so do I."
"What happens if anda do lose your memory?" Dakota asked,
"I will have to wonder around Earth forever miserable and incomplete," replied Abigail. "Then it will be even worse since my body is missing from the grave. anda must solve this for me. anda must help me before it is too late. If I do not feel like justice and been done then I will live on Earth instead of Heaven where I belong."
"I don't want anda to live eternity miserable," berkata Dakota. "I know that your killer is Hazel. Connor and I are setting a trap for her right now. Then anda will be able to go to Heaven freely. I promise."
'That name Connor. It seems so familiar but I can't remember.'
It was the evening of Hazel's big event. Dakota and Connor decided to go together, since it was a formal event an neither of them had dates. Connor didn't really talk to Hazel anymore after the hiking trip. He sometimes saw her in the halls with various guys. He was extremely jealous but he couldn't say anything. It was too painful to even look at Hazel now. Dakota, on the other hand, had thought of a creative plan to take down Hazel. She would need her ghost friend Abigail and Connor's help if she wanted this plan to go successfully.
Abigail's memory had only gotten worse. She had predicted that it would go away in a hari atau two and then leaving Abby to live a life of misery. She did this for Abigail. One thing that had probably sped the memory lost process was Abigail's missing body.
She talk to Connor about it but the only detail he released was that he and Hazel was there that nigh digging Abigail's grave. He swore that they did nothing to the body but Dakota wasn't too sure. He wouldn't tell her why they were out there in the first place. He berkata that it was a secret and it would have to staya secret.
Hazel had outdone herself. Hazel's house as turned into an extravagant ballroom. Everyone was wearing elegant dresses especially Hazel who seemed to be the queen of the whole thing. It was hard to to notice Hazel's beautiful off the shoulders white dress that shimmered n the light and glowed in the dark. She must have added extensions because her usually short black hair was now long, thick, and curled. She was the queen. The only thing that showed that this party was for Abigail was the single poster of her in the 8th grade when she took her picture with bayam in between her teeth. That poster was located oleh the entrance.
Hazel flowed towards them with a plastered smile on her dazzling face. "Welcome guys," she greeted. "I am so glad anda made it. anda look really handsome Connor." She grabbed his hand and ushered him towards a group of friends. Dakota followed closely. The only rule they made was not to leave each other behind in Hazel's house.
"Who are all these people?" Connor asked perplexed.
"This is Monte, Ally, Tyson, and Craig. They wanted to see anda because they heard that anda was on the sepakbola team. They know some people that would cinta to sign anda for a scholarship." Hazel smiled once more. She was being unusually nice. "Dakota I think Reese was let out of jail for a few. Why don't anda go talk to her. She is upstairs in my bedroom."
"That isn't necessarily," Dakota answered as Connor began vividly talking to the three senior kids.
"I insight," urged Hazel. She made a shooing motion with her hands. Reluctantly, Dakota made her way towards Hazel's bedroom.
It was try that Reese was sitting there. She smiled up at Dakota. How could Reese possibly let free of jail? Unless . . .
"Can anda remember anything from your past life?" interrogated Dakota. Just yesterday she was invited to Hazel's death hari party. She wanted to throw a party to remember the life of Abigail and Gwendolyn Dalton. Dakota and Connor both knew that it was a setup for them but they had to to.
"I wish I could. As the days go oleh I forget lebih and more. I even forgot how I died." Abigail's ghost looked up a Dakota. anda could feel the sorrow leaking out of it. "I wish I could be of lebih assistance but I just don't remember a thing. I am surprised that we are still linked to one another. Since I forgot my purpose I should not be still linked to my human connection. Once my memory goes so do I."
"What happens if anda do lose your memory?" Dakota asked,
"I will have to wonder around Earth forever miserable and incomplete," replied Abigail. "Then it will be even worse since my body is missing from the grave. anda must solve this for me. anda must help me before it is too late. If I do not feel like justice and been done then I will live on Earth instead of Heaven where I belong."
"I don't want anda to live eternity miserable," berkata Dakota. "I know that your killer is Hazel. Connor and I are setting a trap for her right now. Then anda will be able to go to Heaven freely. I promise."
'That name Connor. It seems so familiar but I can't remember.'
It was the evening of Hazel's big event. Dakota and Connor decided to go together, since it was a formal event an neither of them had dates. Connor didn't really talk to Hazel anymore after the hiking trip. He sometimes saw her in the halls with various guys. He was extremely jealous but he couldn't say anything. It was too painful to even look at Hazel now. Dakota, on the other hand, had thought of a creative plan to take down Hazel. She would need her ghost friend Abigail and Connor's help if she wanted this plan to go successfully.
Abigail's memory had only gotten worse. She had predicted that it would go away in a hari atau two and then leaving Abby to live a life of misery. She did this for Abigail. One thing that had probably sped the memory lost process was Abigail's missing body.
She talk to Connor about it but the only detail he released was that he and Hazel was there that nigh digging Abigail's grave. He swore that they did nothing to the body but Dakota wasn't too sure. He wouldn't tell her why they were out there in the first place. He berkata that it was a secret and it would have to staya secret.
Hazel had outdone herself. Hazel's house as turned into an extravagant ballroom. Everyone was wearing elegant dresses especially Hazel who seemed to be the queen of the whole thing. It was hard to to notice Hazel's beautiful off the shoulders white dress that shimmered n the light and glowed in the dark. She must have added extensions because her usually short black hair was now long, thick, and curled. She was the queen. The only thing that showed that this party was for Abigail was the single poster of her in the 8th grade when she took her picture with bayam in between her teeth. That poster was located oleh the entrance.
Hazel flowed towards them with a plastered smile on her dazzling face. "Welcome guys," she greeted. "I am so glad anda made it. anda look really handsome Connor." She grabbed his hand and ushered him towards a group of friends. Dakota followed closely. The only rule they made was not to leave each other behind in Hazel's house.
"Who are all these people?" Connor asked perplexed.
"This is Monte, Ally, Tyson, and Craig. They wanted to see anda because they heard that anda was on the sepakbola team. They know some people that would cinta to sign anda for a scholarship." Hazel smiled once more. She was being unusually nice. "Dakota I think Reese was let out of jail for a few. Why don't anda go talk to her. She is upstairs in my bedroom."
"That isn't necessarily," Dakota answered as Connor began vividly talking to the three senior kids.
"I insight," urged Hazel. She made a shooing motion with her hands. Reluctantly, Dakota made her way towards Hazel's bedroom.
It was try that Reese was sitting there. She smiled up at Dakota. How could Reese possibly let free of jail? Unless . . .
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't ayunan me oleh my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't ayunan me oleh my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if anda destroy me.
No matter how much anda wish for lebih it happens like the jam glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test oleh our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test oleh our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in cinta with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood oleh me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To tampil them that...
Their work was useful.
To tampil them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to tampil all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.