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I think they have kidnapped the girls so that they can get someone out of prison or get something. I think that they are using the girls against someone. And their just using god as a cover. They are using them as a trade off, or sell them as slaves. Being bored is awful because. I should have gone with my head.

I feel discussed by this, I feel so sorry for there family. I wonder how many girls are still alive. Jump , jump, jump. Being bored is awful because.

I hear the clang of steel upon steel, the vibrations through the hilt, the energy moving through my hand and up my arm. My sword clashes with his, sparks flying. My calloused hands shaking and dripping with sweat. Sunlight bounces off my shiny blade and beams into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. Students should wear school uniform.

The groans from the graves are heard silently,. Mist moves ever so slowly towards the old headstones,. The moon shines down on the dying trees,. Bats hang on to branches as tight as glue. All alone abandoned soul roam the area. The wind is cold, whispering to the grass.