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Matthieu is watching television when he sees his little sister [Name] entering the room and asks him to play with her, but he respond to her that he is busy at the moment to which [Name] just nods and goes back upstairs. A minute later, [Name] enters the room and this time from the front door with her friend and schoolbags on their back.

"Here is your coffee, sir." you say, handing the man in front of the counter his cup of coffee. The man smiles. "Yes. Thank you," he takes his cup and then furrows slightly, looking at the red rose and a small card tied on the stem of the rose in his left hand then looks at you. "Um. Could you please take the rose for a moment, darling?" he asks. Nod. You carefully take it from his hand. "Thank you again, my love," he says, and you nod. "I'll be going now." he turns and walks away. You furrow in concern and you try to stop him with a question. "Sir, your things?" "Keep it." he responds, not turning back, and leaves the cafe. You gaze do

She is beautiful. She has a long silky brown hair that softly touches her shoulder. Her blue eyes is gleaming brightly and beautifully, and her lips is red. She is dressed in a long blue dress that matches her eyes. She is smiling beautifully and your lovely big brother is standing beside her wearing a suit. He is smiling too. They are happy. But she isn't the right girl for Matthieu. He is big and tall. He is dangerous but has a kind heart. He is lazy and less intelligent. He will probably end up divorcing and he has no idea that it will happen. You, as his one and only sister, shall stop that from happening. And here you are, splashing

Walking quietly, Allen looked around the dark living room, making sure that the Brit isn't at sight. He took cautious steps as he made his way to the stairs while carefully carrying his little sister on his back.          He wished that he hadn't taken his eyes off of his sister for she hadoesn't drank a whole glass of beer while he was at the nearby restroom. She had passed out when he came back and if his old man ever found out about his,  he would be killed.          Allen, who has successfully passed the living room, has now started making his way up the stairs. It was really dark and he didn't dare to bother opening the lights. Whoever

Tinatangi Countdown Introduction Sighing, you laid on your bed with your eyes closed and hands behind your head. You were nerves. Very nerves. It seems that your timer has told you that you were about to meet your soulmate soon. To be honest, you weren't ready to meet this soulmate of yours but there was no other choice. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling wall above you. You have exactly two days, six hours, twelve minutes, and four seconds remaining. On the other hand, you have to attend a collage interview on the same day at the same hour. Perhaps you might meet your soulmate here or perhaps you might run late and meet

"Berwald!" you called out after closing the cupboard, "Where is the matchbox?" That's right. You've been searching for the matchbox since afternoon. You and Berwald had decided to play the 'Midnight Man'game in his house. You came in the morning to print out the rules and get some items. Pretty neat, huh? The blond Swedish entered the kitchen and looked around. You stared at him until he walked to the dinning table and picked up a toast that was laying on a plate, "Is this a matchbox?" You stared at him as if he was some sort of idiot, "No, it's a toast." you replied. Berwald stared at it before shurgging and threw it behind him. He walke

Depressed. That's what the students describe you whenever someone asked what they thought about you. You couldn't even remember why you were depressed to begin with. But you ere pretty sure that it all started when your big brother died at the hospital after he was injured in a car accident. Sighing, you opened your notebook and started drawing something. You're good at drawing. Your brother admired your talent. You always drew what was around you. No one knew this though. No one even bothered talking to you too. "Yo, dudette!" an American accent busted out in front of you. You paused for a moment before looking up to see who it was only

Running. You were running for your life. You don't know why those men were chasing you. You don't even know where you're even going. All you did was run straight ahead. The are you were currently at seems very unfamiliar to you. On top of that, it's night and all the restaurants and shops were closed. No one on the streets except you and those men. So basically, you are pretty much screwed. Much to your luck. If only you would have taken Arthur's offer to take you home. But you said no. Then got chased by those three baboons. To your fear, you ended running into a dead end. Turning around, you met the men again. There isn't a need to expl

Hearing you dog dag bark, you covered you head with your blanket, "Go away, Matthew!" Barking again, Matthew jumped up on your bed and tried to pull away your blanket. "Come on Matthew! Let me sleep!" Your dog's weight vanished and a new weight was added. As if someone was sitting on your bed. "Come on, (Name)!" a Canadian accent spoke, "You're gonna be late for school!" You sat up, yawning, "What's for breakfast?" "Scrambled egg and bacon with toast." the blond man replied, smiling. "What about school's lunch?" you looked at the man as he neatly placed your uniform on your desk. He deadpanned, "Why don't you tell your mother about th

Walking out of your school, you took a bite of your chocolate bar while holding an umbrella with your other hand. You were made fun of at class because of you being chubby but you don't really care. Everyone has their opinions. You have your own opinions and you don't really care. You like the way you are. Even your friends tried to help with some diets and exercises but you went and eat. They said that you wouldn't be able to find clothes if you won't stop eating. You shrugged and replied that you can make your own fashionable clothes all on your own. That's when they quit nagging you. Lucky you. Anyways, as you are passing by the the stre