The Struggle To Write A Screenplay oleh R.L. Scott

Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when anda have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.


Belinda’s p.o.v

All 6 of us stood in the lounge room; we tried to not pay attention to the maid cleaning around, dusting and wiping anything that looked dirty. It was awkward sitting there doing our normal routine in fact it was too weird. Tayce was just sitting there eating an apel, apple while doing her toe nails, which were on puncak, atas of Bobby’s legs. Kale and Ruby just sat there giving each other the death glare...weird. Justin was hard in paper work and I was just sitting there standing...

"What reason do anda have for living, if all anda have done is brought sorrow, pain, and anger? Everyone will want anda dead, in any case."

Taylor looked up at the blank, expressionless face of Lady MacDonald.

Taylor scrambled to her feet, bowing her head at the superior vampire.

"I apologise for the havoc I have caused, my Lady," Taylor berkata bitterly, gesturing at the shards of broken glass that lay on the floor.

"No matter. It is not as if I was particularly attached to my father's belongings," Lady MacDonald said, sounding detached.

Taylor kept silent, not knowing what to say.

"What reason for...

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There were two other women with him the first one looked like Charlie and Marcus the other was Annabel. Charllie was closer then i tought he berkata from right behind me "yes that's our mother our father got killed in jail when he saw her he killed the man." i can see where he got his looks. we kept walking. a lady saw us she welcomed us in to her house she braided my hair with pale blue ribbon running through it. she gave me a dress that was pale blue like the ribbon. it had white roses...

Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.

The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.

Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life anda have lived, and in some cases, wished anda hadn't.

The slight nine tahun old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting selanjutnya to her.

"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the...

"catch me if anda can!" my little sister yells running in the back yard.i go after her. she suddenly stops. "Jaz!Jaz! come here!" she calls. "yes Abbie?" i fallow her eyes. smoke was riseing from the house. oh-no i thought. i grab my cell phone and dial 911. there here in twenty minutes. they've put out the fire. our parents are dead. i sit on one of the chairs in our back yard. abigal climbs into my lap and hides her face in my hair then she crys. i must've looked like a statue becuase my breathing was shallow. "sweeties are anda ok?" my rich aunt said. i blinked "yes were fine aunt julie" i...