AnitaBlake002

"Hey, did you hear about the new kid?" Alice asked as she walked towards me.   I looked up from the book I was reading.   "What do you mean 'have I heard about the new kid?' No one ever talks to me." I replied.   "Well, there's a new yr 9 kid." She was now standing over me from where I was sitting with my back to the wall of the school Gym.   "Since when are you interested in yr 9's?"  I asked.   "Since this guy has an eye-patch and speaks with a British accent." "So~ we now have a pirate at our school?" "No, he apparently needs the eye-patch" "Um, Alice, you do know no one 'needs' an eye-patch, right? They're to stop people from star

   In the dim candle light, the red room, in which the lady past her prime sat, once would have seemed elegant. The cushioned winged chair was artistically built and hand crafted. The carpet was red and spotless with the latest pattern on it, as was the wallpaper. And although the room was smaller then what was thought best, it was warm and comforting in front of the large fire place, which was once kept to life by the servants and staff of the manor. Now only the butler was there to do it.   In the light of the sun you'd see that; the chair was stained and worn. The wallpaper faded and starting to peal. And the carpet, once so admired, was