

Confinement ConfinementConfinement
I stand behind cold, iron bars of steel, Awaiting my cruel punishment.
I see a keyring,
Hanging on a small hook that is only feet away, Swaying to and fro, Taunting me with it's presence.
The prisoner from the cell across from me, Laughs at my misfortune. But why should he be laughing? For he is to suffer the same terrible fate as I.
I look out the small, barred window of my cell And see a bird flying through the vast, open sky. &n


Chapter 3 Of RoommatesChapter 3-FallingChapter 3 Of Roommates
Falling... falling... was that all I was going to do? I kept falling through the open canyon and no one was going to save me from my deadly fate.
I woke up with a sudden jolt when I heard the stupid alarm clock go off. I grabbed it and was ready to throw it at the wall when I heard a voice. What are you doing? That's not your alarm clock, so don't throw it at the wall. It is not your fate to. I sighed. Forgot where I was for a second. It was so weird to be living with someone else, especially someone who can never stop talking about fate. Sorry... bad dream. I sai


Chosen Ones Profiles-TaraTara Bellerose(Means 'elevated place' in Gaelic or 'star' in Sanskrit. Means 'beautiful rose' in French)-Age-15.Chosen Ones Profiles-Tara
Race-Human. Religion-Atheist.
Background-Half French, Half German.
Looks-Shoulder length chocolate brunette hair, normally tied back in ponytail with some hair left in front to cover her somewhat large ears, forest green eyes, 5'0 very short, kinda tan but kinda pale, normally wears camouflage shirts, vintage tees, or black shirts, Tripp pants or jeans, and sneakers that make her tall. May wear hoodie, preferably from Aeropostale, wooden butterfly bracelet on right arm.
Personality-Happy, serious,


Chapter 2 Of RoommatesChapter 2-HomeChapter 2 Of Roommates
Midori's POV Looking at the doorway, I saw what I guessed to be a genin team holding... backpacks? The possible sensei was holding two backpacks and the others, two boys and a girl, were each holding one. The backpacks looked awfully familiar... especially the one that the boy on the end was holding. It looked a lot like mine... Hey! My backpack! Where did you find it? I asked, walking up towards the boy. By the river. he replied, handing me the bag. The boy looked to be about in his early close to mid teens. His eyes were a pure, milky white and his long
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Lost on the road of life....
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The true story...Behind the fasle...WHICH IS TRUE!!!!!!
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"A duck is a kind of bird...isn't it?"-Me
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The true story...Behind the fasle...WHICH IS TRUE!!!!!!
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"A duck is a kind of bird...isn't it?"-Me
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The true story...Behind the fasle...WHICH IS TRUE!!!!!!
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"A duck is a kind of bird...isn't it?"-Me
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Lost on the road of life....
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"A duck is a kind of bird...isn't it?"-Me
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