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Prologue
The Life of Amelia Grace



Mia Grace’s alarm clock rang shrilly in her ear that morning. Groaning, she rolled over, pounded the snooze button down and buried her face in the covers. She was barely able to get another few extra menit of sleep before somebody ripped the covers off of her and a cheerful voice rang out, “Come on, Mia, you’re never going to get into eleventh grade oleh sleeping all day!”
“That’d be an easy way to do it,” mumbled Mia, rubbing her eyes and stretching. When she opened her eyes a black haired man was looming over her, a stupid grin on his face.
“Geez, Lex,” berkata Mia crossly, shoving his face away from her own. “Do anda have to breathe down my neck?”
“Ooh, somebody’s touchy this morning,” berkata Lex playfully, grabbing Mia around the waist and swinging her out of bed, ignoring her shouts of remonstration. “Don’t worry, Mia, if you’re feeling like a lazy person I’ll be able to do everything for you. Serve anda breakfast, brush your teeth, take your clothes off—”
“That’s perverted,” berkata Mia, wiggling out of his grip and smacking him with a pillow.
“Hey, don’t forget I’m the one who changed your diaper when anda were a baby,” Lex reminded her. Mia rolled her eyes.
“That’s only because our parents were to stupid to do it themselves. All right, Mr. Pervert-of-the-Month, get out. I’m going to get changed for school.”
“Can’t I stay with my darling sister?”
“Not unless anda want to see me without a bra on.” Lex thought for a menit before zooming out of the room, throwing a, “Bye!” over his shoulder.
“I didn’t think so!” Mia called, smirking before slipping into a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt. Mia bounced down the stairs and watched as Lex received praise from their parents.
“I’m so proud of you, Lexie!” gushed Mrs. Grace. “Going off to college already… and to become something worthwhile!”
“Definitely,” agreed Mr. Grace. The two of them ignored Mia as she slid between her parents and her brother to enter the kitchen.
This was typical behaviour at the Grace household. Mia’s parents didn’t acknowledge her existence. Since Mia was a baby, Lex had been the one to take care of her, feed her and clothe her. Mr. and Mrs. Grace had always wanted a boy, and they always made a point of telling Mia so, which pretty much revealed the reason why they pretended their daughter didn’t exist. Lex had become a straight-A student and had graduated high school with a scholarship to Harvard with his dream to become a mechanic. Mia had also gotten outstanding grades so far, but her parents couldn’t have cared less. They didn’t pay for Mia’s education; she paid for that and her own food herself oleh working year-round at a part-time job. To Mia it was like being the ghost of the household, except that only one person could see her.
But Mia liked to look at the positive things she had. She had heat, light, food, a boyfriend, a loving but certifiably fanatical brother and an education, even if she had to work for it.
“What’re anda having?” berkata Lex happily, striding into the dapur when he smelled the delicious, fruity smell of Mia’s cooking.
“Strawberry pancake filled with whipped cream,” berkata Mia, smiling at him and waving the sudip, spatula in his face. “And anda can’t have any.”
“Aw, come on,” pleaded Lex. “Pleeeeeease?” He picked Mia up oleh the waist and spun her around, laughing.
“Fine,” Mia shot at him, grinning. “But only because I’m a nice person.”
“Well, lebih atau less,” Lex berkata knowingly, shovelling a large stroberi pancake down his face in one gulp. Lex yelped out in pain as Mia playfully smacked him across the arm with a hot spatula.
“You’re annoying,” berkata Mia.
“You have whipped cream on your cheek,” noticed Lex. He placed his hand on the side of her head and licked the whipped cream off of her cheek.
“We’re not in the Stone Age, Lex,” berkata Mia, wiping her cheek off with the back of her hand. “We have paper towels.”
“Yeah, but I just saved one lebih pohon oleh not using a paper towel,” Lex pointed out. “And I also got some extra whipped cream, with a Mia aftertaste.”
“Don’t be such a cannibal,” muttered Mia. “Are anda taking me to school?”
“Why not?” berkata Lex airily. “Eat the sugar-filled pancake that basically scream ‘I will put anda into a diabetic coma in two seconds’ and get in the car.”
“I would, but anda already ate half of them,” Mia berkata crossly when she realized two out of four pancake were missing from the plate. Lex grinned innocently and said, “And don’t worry, I’ll eat the rest on the way there.”
“I’m not hungry anyway,” Mia sighed, and Lex let out a yell of triumph, shoved the selanjutnya two pancake down his throat and yanked Mia through the door.
“TIME FOR MIA TO GET AN EDUCATION!”
“LEX, SHUT UP atau YOU’LL WAKE THE NEIGHBORS!”












First Week of Eternity
Frozen Castle



“What are anda saying?” Mia whispered. “Are anda breaking up with me?”
“In a manner of speaking,” berkata Charlie, her boyfriend. He didn’t even seem half as upset as Mia, and he actually seemed a bit uncomfortable smoothing back Mia’s silky brown hair in an attempted comforting way. “Mia, I’m going to college selanjutnya year, and I don’t want anything holding me back.”
“Yeah, well,” Mia berkata irritably. “That’s basically the only thing I’m good for. Holding people back.” She shoved Charlie off of her, turned and stalked around the corner, ignoring Charlie’s calls of, “Aw, come on Mia, anda know I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Hey, what is it?” asked her brother Lex, when Mia slid into the passenger’s kursi and slammed the door behind her with lebih force than necessary.
“Ah… I think I just got dumped,” she mumbled, strapping herself in and slumping down on the seat.
“Poor you,” grinned Lex, rumpling his sister’s hair and making her let out a mew of protest. “You coming to see me off at the airport tonight?”
“Might as well,” Mia said, grinning at her brother. “Seeing as I don’t have any plans anymore,” she added acrimoniously. “Why do anda have to go to college anyway? I don’t think I’ll be able to stand being alone with the parental units.” Lex laughed.
“Because I want to be a mechanic, and to be a mechanic I’ve gotta go to school. Can anda make the connection now?”
“Shut up.”
“That also means you’re helping me pack.”
“Seriously, don’t push it.”

“Hey mom, hey dad,” berkata Lex automatically, walking in the door with Mia on his tail.
“Hi Lex,” berkata Mr. Grace, not even looking at Mia as he stood up and looked away from the televisi program he was watching to hug his son. Mia, who didn’t even bother to get her hopes up that her parents wouldn’t ignore her as if she were invisible, rolled her eyes and walked straight into the kitchen.
“Lex, what do anda want for supper?” she asked.
“Make me a special ‘Bye Lex, I’ll miss anda forever’ dinner,” grinned Lex, striding into the kitchen.
“Fine, I’ll make your favourite,” Mia sneered, thinking of Lex’s absolute detestation of leeks. “Leek soup.” Lex made a face and choked, “Anything but leeks.”
“Oh, no, I insist!” Mia laughed. “I’ll arrange a couple of leeks on a plate that say, ‘You know anda want to eat me!’ And if anda try to resist I’ll shove them down your throat.”
“Okay, okay, truce,” Lex chuckled. “You’re still as stupid as ever, even when you’re single.”
“Can it, oldie,” Mia shot at him, hitting him over the head with a wooden spoon. “Go pack your stuff.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” berkata Lex loudly, grinning stupidly as he marched out of the dapur like a soldier.

They were on the highway when Lex’s car whined and spluttered to a halt on the side of the road.
“Crap,” berkata Mia. “I told anda to replace the oil and fill up the gas tank before we left.”
“No biggie,” Lex berkata unperturbedly, whipping out his cell phone. “We'll just call the tow truck. Ah… shit, there’s no service here. Damn it, I’m gonna miss the plane!” Mia's tas, dompet suddenly fell out of the open door of the car and promptly began rolling down the hill.
“My bag!” Mia gasped, running after it.
“MIA!” Lex shouted, but Mia just kept running. It finally stopped at the bottom of the hill, after smacking into at least two-dozen trees, where the land became flat.
“Gotcha!” she said, snatching it up. “Now, where's the highway...?” Mia began her cari for the highway.
“Ugh... damn it...” Mia choked, pushing apart the branches after nearly two hours. Her foot caught on a pohon root, and she went tumbling down a long hill.
“OW!” she screamed, rolling at puncak, atas speed and landed face first onto a rock. “Ouch...” Slowly, Mia struggled to her feet and began staggering back through the woods again.
“Damn,” she whispered. “Where did the highway go?” A branch whipped out of nowhere and sliced open her cheek. Mia paid no attention to the blood running down her face.
“LEX?” she screamed, panicking, “LEX?” As she pushed aside a particularly thick bunch of bushes, she gasped at what she saw. A humungous kastil, castle was sitting majestically in the middle of the woods, sunlight streaming onto it and reflecting into Mia's face.
“Why on Earth would there be such a kastil, castle in the middle of nowhere?” Mia breathed, staring up at it in awe. “Maybe they can help me get back to the highway.” Mia stepped onto the neatly trimmed grass. The first thing that shocked her was a huge gust of wind that swept over her. The detik thing was that her stinging cheek suddenly stopped hurting. Mia brought a hand to it and was surprised to find there was no cut at all. Mia approached the kastil, castle warily, wondering whether atau not they had guard dogs. She walked over to the huge kastil, castle and knocked.
“Excuse me?” she called. “I need directions to—” The door swung open, but nobody was there to open it. Starting to feel a little afraid, she nervously stepped inside. Mia took a few steps inside, gaping at the high ceiling with its amazing chandeliers.
“Um... hello?” Mia said, lebih like a whisper. She wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to tampil up anymore.
“If this is a trick, this isn’t funny!” she called irritably, wondering how anybody could have made her cut disappear. A magic trick? atau perhaps Hollywood wizardry?
“Er... well, I'm just... going to go now,” she berkata hesitantly. “So, I'm sorry to bother—” She smacked into something behind her. That something clamped a hand around her mouth and swept her off her feet, and promptly started walking up the stairs with her.
“Mmph?” she cried out. The person plunked her onto a soft bed.
“Maggie?” the person berkata incredulously. Mia swept back her hair and gasped out, “What do anda think you're doing?”
“Why did anda come in here?” the person said. He was tall and lanky, with wavy black hair, liquid hazel eyes and a neat pair of oval-shaped glasses that made him look reasonably intelligent. Mia blinked. He was handsome, extraordinarily handsome.
“Ah... I needed directions to get back to the highway,” she berkata quietly. Mia slid off the tempat tidur and did a polite and rather frantic bow and said, “I'm sorry to bother anda in your home; I shouldn't have just barged in like that. I'll be going now—”
“You can't leave anymore,” berkata the man sternly. Mia blinked.
“Eh... why not?” she asked nervously. Pushing up his glasses firmly, he said, “Haven't anda noticed?” Mia hesitated and then shook her head.
“Noticed what?” she asked politely. The man sighed, knelt down and kissed the puncak, atas of her hand, a small smile on his mouth.
“My name is Jean-Luc Wilson,” he smiled.
“Amelia Grace,” she stammered, turning beet red.
“Amelia?” Jean-Luc said, almost like a demand. “Is that really your name, atau are anda just trying to play some sort of horrible prank?”
“Uh… of c-course it’s my real name,” Mia stammered confusedly. “W-would anda mind telling me why I can't leave?”
“You'll vanish,” explained Jean-Luc sadly. Mia raised her eyebrows at him, starting to pertanyaan this man’s true intelligence.
“Right...” berkata Mia, letting out a nervous sort of laugh. This man, no matter how handsome he was, was clearly mentally unstable and was probably on drugs. “If this is a joke, it’s really starting to get a bit ridiculous—”
“This kastil, castle is from the fifteenth century,” the man interrupted. “It's also Frozen in time.” Mia rolled her eyes at him.
“Uh huh,” she said, slightly out of exasperation. “Look, if anda don’t want to give me directions back to the highway, then I guess I’ll just go and find my brother.” She furiously pushed past the crazy black-haired man, but wasn’t even able to get into the hall before Jean-Luc grabbed her oleh the middle and shouted, “No, anda can’t do that!”
“Why not?” she berkata angrily, starting to squirm against Jean-Luc’s firm grip.
“Because... I told you... you’d vanish!” Jean-Luc gasped, struggling to keep her in his grasp.
“Will anda shut up about that?” Mia grunted. “You’re nuts.”
“Am I?” Jean-Luc panted, firmly grabbing her wrist and pulling her back down the stairs.
“Yes, anda are!” Mia choked, trying and failing to yank her hand away. “Let go!”
“No,” he said, so firmly that Mia couldn’t help but fall silent and stop her attempts to reclaim her hand. Jean-Luc opened the door from which Mia had previously entered. Turning to her rather sullenly, he glared and her and said, “Maybe this will make anda believe me.” And he slowly held out his hand. Suddenly, another gust of wind swept over Jean-Luc and Mia, and Jean-Luc yanked his hand back. Mia gasped. The skin of his palm and underneath his fingers had completely vanished, leaving nothing except raw, pink, new skin.
“B-b-but...” Mia stuttered, grabbing his hand and staring in awe at the fresh skin. “What... but... how...?”
“I told you,” Jean-Luc winced. “Anyone — and that includes anda and me — who steps outside the property line vanishes.”
“Y-you can't be serious?” she said, panicking.
“I'm afraid I am. What century are anda from?”
“The twenty-first, of course!”
“Ah... then that would make me lebih than eight hundred years old!” Jean-Luc smiled in Mia's direction, walking back upstairs with her. “Nevertheless, I still look youthful.” He thought for a minute.
“I guess that's another advantage being Frozen in time gives you,” he berkata airily. “Amelia, anda can't be older than fifteen, at the least.” Mia hesitated again.
“Um... you're right,” she berkata softly. “I’m fifteen.”
“Then anda shall be for all eternity,” berkata Jean-Luc simply. Before Mia could say anything else, Jean-Luc suddenly zoomed over to a large oak wardrobe and thrust it open.
“Since you're staying with us forever,” he said. “You might as well be useful.” He thrust at her a neat little gaun that looked quite old.
“You must accept your fate now, Amelia,” berkata Jean-Luc. Mia blinked. If Jean-Luc was telling the truth— and I think he might be, thought Mia. Because of the skin on his hand disappearing— then Mia would have to live under the same roof as him.
“No!” Mia cried. “I... I want my brother Lex!”
“Your brother Lex is out of your control now,” berkata Jean-Luc. He sighed. “I do feel your pain. It was... hard... leaving behind the life we used to have.”
“Wait, we?” Mia said. “There are lebih of you?”
“Yes,” Jean-Luc replied. “There’s Warren, Joseph, Kristopher and Alexander.” Mia saw her brother’s face swim before her eyes as her sibling’s name tumbled from Jean-Luc’s lips.
“That’s five of us,” added Jean-Luc. “Not counting you.”
“I figured that out,” berkata Mia weakly. She sat back down on the bed. “Actually... apart from Lex, I haven’t really left behind anything that I care about.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well... my parents left me to do all the cooking and cleaning, didn’t acknowledge my existence, made me get a part-time job to pay my school fees and to get groceries...”
“What are groceries?” asked Jean-Luc.
“Never mind,” berkata Mia. The utter despair she had been feeling earlier was slowly leaking out of her, to be replaced oleh a feeling of hope. She’d been waiting for an opportunity to escape her old life and to escape from Charlie and her parents. Had that opportunity finally emerged? Mia grinned.
If it was, she thought. Then it’s an opportunity I’m not going to miss!
“So… so if I stay here,” she stammered. “Then… I don’t have to see my parents again?”
“Not ever,” berkata Jean-Luc. “Once you're finished changing I'll introduce anda to all the rest of the family.” Jean-Luc shut the door, shoved his hands in his pockets, said, “This girl... she's definitely strange,” and walked down the hall. No sooner had Mia finished buttoning the korset and straightening her rok did she hear a small thump coming from the other room. Mia knocked on the door, and a sweet little voice whimpered, “Jean-Luc?”
“No,” berkata Mia. “May I come in?” The person whimpered again and said, “O-okay.” Mia opened the door. She was in an kuno room with a large, empat poster, empat tiang canopy tempat tidur in the corner and another large, oak wardrobe standing proudly in the corner. On the floor was a little blond boy.
“M-M-M-Maggie?” he stuttered. Mia sighed, shook her head and thought, That’s the detik time somebody’s called me that today.
“Who are you?” he sniffled. “Jean-Luc didn't t-t-tell me anyone was v-visiting.” Mia knelt down beside him and berkata kindly, “I'm Mia... er... the new arrival. What's you're name?” To her surprise, the little boy thrust his arms around her middle.
“Warren,” he berkata quietly. “My name is Warren McKinley.” Rubbing at his eyes, he beamed up at Mia and laughed, “I fell down!”
“Are anda alright?” berkata Mia, wondering whether atau not this child was bipolar. Warren nodded, still beaming up at her.
“Yes!” he berkata happily. “Have anda met Jean-Luc?” Mia nodded.
“Yes, I have,” she said. “Is there anyone else here?” Warren grinned and berkata cheerfully, “Yes! My big brother Joseph and my cousin Alex! Oh yeah, and my cousin Kristopher.” He giggled and said, “Wanna meet them?”
“I'd cinta to,” berkata Mia.
“Okay!” Warren berkata optimistically, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the door. A very, very tall man with hair as black as Jean-Luc's was sitting on the edge of a large windowsill. His hair was shorter and spikier than Jean-Luc's, and his expression suggested that he was thinking hard. His mouth was in a tight line that made Mia wonder if he’d ever smiled in his existence.
“Joseph!” laughed Warren, flinging himself at his abnormally tall brother. “Come meet my new friend!” Joseph glanced up at Mia. Mia smiled a little uncertainly. Only Warren noticed Joseph's bored-looking eyes widen ever so slightly with astonishment. Warren giggled and said, “Say hello.” Mia went red and did the polite little bow she had done to Jean-Luc earlier.
“Pleased to meet you!” she said. Joseph berkata nothing. He got up. Mia had expected his posture to be as bored and uncaring as his expression, but it was quite the opposite. When Joseph walked it was with a sort of breezy elegance, as if small winds were rising beneath him. He walked over to Mia, lifted up her chin with one of his long fingers and promptly kissed her on the cheek.
“Hello,” he berkata obediently, in a deep voice. Warren beamed again. Joseph released her and flounced back to the window as if nothing had happened.
“Now I get to tampil anda my cousin Kristopher!” Warren said, grinning happily. He pulled Mia outside into a large, beautiful garden.
“Kristopher!” called Warren happily. He was referring to a man crouched over a large rose bush. The man had straight, light brown hair that fell just below his ears. “Come meet my new friend, Mia!” Mia saw Kristopher glance at her. His brown, gentle eyes widened, just like Joseph's did, but instead of looking like he was restraining from tampilkan emotions, he smiled charmingly and got on his knees.
“Your beauty,” he gasped out, sliding her fingers into his palm. “It radiates off of your soft skin as if anda were a sun, gradually fallen from above the heavens! anda are as sweet and as delicate as a rose, and your hair shines as if the light had been absorbed. May I ask why anda are here, Frozen in time with us?”
“Ah... I needed directions,” Mia said, quite aware that her face was bright red. “May I ask why exactly this kastil, castle is Frozen in time?” Kristopher sighed dramatically.
“Regrettably, we never found out!” he said. “We only know that we have been cursed for nearly eight hundred years!”
“But wouldn’t anda be speaking in an older type of language if you’re from the fifteenth century?” Misty asked curiously.
“My dear girl,” berkata Kristopher spectacularly. “We stood back and watched as humanity develop! Of course, in due time people forgot about us and now we live here in solitude among the trees! And the flowers,” he added thoughtfully.
“Mia hasn't met Alex yet!” Warren laughed. “Where do anda think he is?”
“Where else would he be?” berkata Kristopher, flinging himself down to tend to his bunga again. Warren nodded seriously and beckoned with his tiny hand for Mia to follow him inside.
“Who's Alex?” Mia asked him, thinking wildly of her brother.
“Alex... is my cousin and my best friend, but he's never home,” berkata Warren quietly. “He's always down in the tunnels underground.” Warren turned to Mia and beamed again.
“He's got a little study in there!” he grinned. “And he says it's his 'oasis'! So you'll have to wait until midnight, because that's when he comes upstairs!”
“I thought anda berkata time doesn't pass here,” berkata Mia inquisitively. Warren thought for a minute.
“Well, time does pass,” he berkata happily. “But Jean-Luc berkata that it’s just us and the kastil, castle that’s Frozen in time. So, I think that means we experience the same weather as the rest of the world.”
“Yes, Warren, exactly,” berkata Jean-Luc, coming up behind Mia and putting two hands on her shoulders. “We don't know exactly what happened, but when Maggie died the house suddenly froze in time, along with us, and yet at the same time the days continue. We weren't able to go past the property line.” Jean-Luc turned to Mia.
“How on Earth did anda get here anyway?” he asked curiously.
“Ah... well, my brother's car broke down on the side of the road,” she explained. “And then my bag rolled down the side of the hill, so I went after it and got lost. Then I came here.”
“We're fortunate!” cried Warren, starting to pull her toward a huge kitchen. “Come on, Mia, let's make makan malam now!”
“Oh, okay,” berkata Mia. “How about... we make salad?”
“Okay! Can I help? oleh the way, what's a car?”
Jean-Luc watched her appreciatively.
“Amelia...” he berkata under his breath. “She'll be pleasurable to have around, I think.”

It was late, and the end of Mia’s first week inside the castle. Mia was tucking Warren into bed, while Joseph was watching her from the doorway.
“I'm not sleepy,” mumbled Warren, rubbing at his eyes.
“Even if you're not sleepy, anda have to go to bed,” berkata Mia, pulling the covers over Warren's adorable bunny pyjamas. “Because in the morning, then anda will be sleepy.”
“Really?” Warren asked in awe. “Then I should go to tempat tidur so that I won't be sleepy in the morning.” Mia saw out of the corner of her eye Joseph walk out of the room.
“Warren...” berkata Mia, glancing at the door through which Joseph had exited. “You and Joseph... you're tight, right?”
“Yep!” giggled Warren. “He's always with me!” Joseph, who was behind the door, actually smiled to himself.
“Goodnight, Mia,” Warren whispered. “Say goodnight to Joseph too, please.” Mia opened the door behind which Joseph was standing. Mia glanced at him and said, “Goodnight,” before going back into the kitchen. Joseph blinked, smiled a little and went up to bed. Mia didn't notice, but as she was bending down to put the pots back inside the cupboard someone walked through the hallway.
“Hm...” he said, noticing the candle lit in the kitchen. “I guess Jean-Luc hasn't gone to tempat tidur yet.” He entered the kitchen, clutching a book, and started to laugh, “Are anda still awake, Jean-Luc?” but he stopped himself when he saw it wasn't Jean-Luc at all. Mia didn't even notice anyone had berkata anything. She was busying herself oleh attempting to hang a wooden spoon on a hook on the wall, which was just out of her reach.
“Ah...” she berkata in awkwardness, once she finally spotted the handsome man standing in the doorway gaping like an idiot.
“JEAN-LUC, WHO IS THIS GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL?” echoed through the kastil, castle that night.
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anda held up your labu spice finger,

With a playful wink,

Your sweetness saved me several times,

When I was on the brink,

The warmth within your spritely smile,

Allowed me to be real,

Your cinnamon and sugar hugs

They taught me how to feel.

I'd run down to the coffee shop,

So I could see your face.

You've seen me at my happiest,

You've seen me in disgrace.

And though you're always beaming,

Still I feel the need to say,

It's okay if anda have some days,

Where your spice fades away.
They unexpectedly hugged for a short while.
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“Wait” berkata Kowalski shook of the shock “That was mission, from which anda got a letter that everybody died?”
“Yes” only this word Skipper could say “How did anda survive?”
“I don’t know, maybe because we were stronger than the others. That was hard mission and we all had to die for success of mission. We had to blow up Blowhole’s lab, but we...
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"Catherine's POV"

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How To Write Better Scene Descriptions - Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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If The Story Is Bad Nobody Cares About The Concept - Steve Douglas-Craig via FilmCourage.com.
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Dialogue Is The Least Important Part Of Screenwriting - Andy Guerdat via FilmCourage.com.
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After eating breakfast Jacob and I went up to our room to get dressed. Finding the closet was pretty easy because there are only two doors in our room, the bathroom and the closet. “Oh. My. Gosh. Alice went way over board with this.” Jacob berkata in a normal tone. I walked over and looked in the closet and she did. It was the size of my parents bedroom back at there house. Jacob and I had our own sides. Aunt Alice hadn’t put any of Jake’s atau my clothes in the closet she bought all new clothes for us. We walked in to find something simple to wear but that was impossible with Aunt Alice...
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Asleep and sound. Relaxed in my own mind and comfort, yet this shaking and jolting of my body is annoying. Opening up my eyes, seeing my brat sister made me loose that comfort. I was looking at her angrily saying,"Do anda mind? I was perfectly relaxed listening to The Crystal Ship, and now you've ruined that for me!" Rolling her serpent like green eyes she replied,"We're here at the airport. We're meeting our guides here to help us not die in the jungle. Oh and oleh the way, we have to go oleh bus to get near the jungle and walk on the way there, so prepare yourself." She walked away with her friends,...
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The Inner Movie Method: menulis The Movie That Is In Your jantung - Viki King via FilmCourage.com.
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