stories im proud of(:

form my volleyball story- the labaro(:
"My fault... my fault"said harley. she held out a hand to help me up muttering,
"not high enough... you didnt have time." she pulled me to my feet.
"again." i offered. harley took a slow deep breath  and nodded. She set the ball to me, i hit it down to her. she passed it to her feet. i tryed not to heisitate, jumping strait to my stomach. I streched my hand out right where i thought the ball would land, but, like you might have expected, it dropped an inch away from my hand. I glances up at harley solemly. she blew a peice of wavy blond hair out of her face and shook her head.


form my new story- the runners.
we ran for it. I had never ran that fast, hard, or long in my entier life. Chris had trouble, letting out gasps of pain, but kept running. Cohl ran ahead of us. Sam, nala, and I in the middle, and CHris and fred in the back. We heard the barking of their mutts and the yells of their people. The were catching up. Sam tried to stay strong, coughing every once in a while but running with the big kids. Nala didnt stay strong, mabye she tried, but her weak tried failed her. Her tears were big and she cried a loud, ugly cry. Nala's hair was changing and she was about to turn.
"Nala!" sam yelled. He was thinking what i was thinking. Once they turned they wouldnt blend. when they turned our chaseres would feel threstened. We would be in more danger. It was to late, instead of my sweet nala, there was a vicious tiger in front of us.    She started to stop, turning to face them.
"Not today, Nala!!" Sam screamed. He turned, too. His long- black lepord body circiling hers.
"willow, what do we do?!" fred yelled.
"get chris out of here!" I orded.
"where?"
"anywhere!"
then they were gone. thankful he had not questioned me i turned back to the big cats.
"Sam! We've got to move!"
there was more growling, louder then ever.
"Shes not moving! we're going to have to fight our way out!" cohl yelled in my ear. then there were flashes of black and orage and nala had dissapered. When sam turned back to human, we three started running for our lifes again.



form my story- the 7(number 2) (:
It's hard to stand back and watch woman, men, and children screaming,
"Help me! help me!" they think you their savior, their beakon of hope. But eveyone is telling me I'm scaring you. I'll start from the begenning. Which I have always wondered why people call a story your telling "the beginning" when your not even sure when the end is, where your story will abruptly stop. Like my friend Clark here, he believes in no beginning or end, Hes imortal. HEs been alive sence the earth was made. But he uses no nonsesce, "the beginnig" or "the end". He hates being imortal, he says you can never live your life to the fullest when your always alive and will always be alive. He says hes just something thats always there.
I agree, although i wouldnt turn down death if he asked me to live forever. so to get back on my point of beginnings and ends, i dont know why the 7 are writing this, making me help, write my point of veiw. I dont know why anyone would read it. I do know why i agreed to this, for scarlet, to help her find her dad and my sisters. Also for wisty, to save her mom, and for celena, because shes a wounderful person. Also for darius so he can get back to sydney. I'm writing this to help all of the 7, all of the fallen, and all of the world. Im writing this to save you.




How'd i do? coment and tell me which one was best. Thanks(: