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The Diary of a Pseodonymous Girl. The Blog of an Pseodonymous Girl. He was my arch-nemesis, the school bully. I shivered from my perch. If he saw me up here, fifteen feet up, he would probably. I mean, absolutely everyone knew that he had a crush so big on me that if it went viral on YouTube, it would shatter his very. Then he opened up his tawny wings.
This is the final post I will make on this blog my new blog address is. Hot sweat running rivers down my red face,. The water feels like ice as it slides down my skinny throat. The white material of my school top is sticking to my overheating body,.
Ho everyone, this is my last post as i am now using a new blogging website called Blogger! Subina190. Safety in the river more! March 31, 2015. 1 The first thing is that the bridge to nowhere was actually supposed to somewhere. It was built to be the only way which connected Ratahi to the city of Whanganui, but sadly they only reached as far as the river.
The Whanganui River is below. I stand on the Bridge to Nowhere; King of the world. I turn from the scene to leave. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. In general what I learned about the Whanganui River was that during the war the Maori would lower a lady into a stream.
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I was so sick of standing up, I felt like falling asleep on the floor. Basically, that was impossible anyway because the room was crammed.
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The glittering water sparkles in the sunshine; the dense forest shadows the enchanted ground. Fingers skim the radiant water. It is time! We heave, pull, and push. Are the river spirits holding us back? Screams and laughter swallow the sounds of descending waterfalls and rippling water. I run my hands along the perilous moss as we finally hustle away from the rocks. Will we make it to the end? Thinking Hat Relfction Week 8. This weeks negitaves are th.
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The link to my new blog is. To go to my new blog. One two three and jump. People said as they entered the freezing cold water of the Wanganui River. Just as my toes touched the water I squealed. They were right, it is very cold in here but I just had to get in.
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