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You're The One I Want
The Fight *Tristen's POV* It's in the middle of the night and I was thinking about Justin's concert. I want to go. The next day I got up at five to go to school and ask Kimberly if she wants to go with me. Kim better say yes, man if she doesn't i'm going to cry my eyes out. I got to the school, got out of the car and headed inside. There she was waiting for me. "KIM!" I yell. 'Please just listen and say yes! I have two tickets to see Justin Bieber perform here in town!!! I need you to go with me!" I yelled at her. "OMG Tristen how did you get the tickets???" She yelled back. "I have been saving my money just for this!!" I almost started crying. "We have to go no matter what anyone says, we just have too!!!" She told me.
By Tristen Renfro5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 9
“What took ya’ll so long?” Jay asked when Gary and Calla rode up on their horse. “We’ve been waiting to head back.” “Well, let’s go then,” Gary said.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 8
Gary played with the little wrapped box in his pocket as they pulled into the parking lot at the stables. The smell of nature met their noses as they stepped out of the car.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 7
As soon as they stepped out of the car when they reached a local mall, a brisk wind blew right through them, making Calla shiver. Gary took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders, resting his hand on her arm and rubbing.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 6
Soon after Calla had finished getting dressed, there was a knock on the door that led to Gary’s room. She could hear Jay and Joe Don talking loudly about horses. Calla grabbed her wallet and phone and opened the door, her and Gary’s eyes met.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 5
“I think it’s time to get some sleep,” Gary said, leaning back to look into her sad eyes. “Thank you,” Calla said, roaming his face with her eyes. “I needed that much more than you know. I feel like I’ve been holding that in for a very long time.”
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 4
After everyone was finished eating they sat there and talked for a bit. Calla couldn’t help but hide a yawn and Gary noticed immediately.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 3
Once Calla had calmed down a bit, they headed to s restaurant in downtown that Gary knew. Jay and Joe were cutting up and making jokes the entire ride. Gary kept his eyes on Calla who seemed to be intrigued with the bantering.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 2
The concert started out loud and excited. Everyone was dancing, singing along, and having a good time. The girl from the cafe was at the very front and Gary’s eyes would glance down at her every few seconds just to watch her.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 1
It was a chilled night in Memphis, Tennessee and Rascal Flatts had been there for a while as they set up the stage and did sound checks before the concert. Gary took a deep breath after his practice round.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Speculative Circumstance
It was only 12 o'clock in the morning and Taila Carter still hadn't gotten any sleep. She was on an airplane flying to London, England for a concert she had won free tickets for. But this wasn't just any other concert. This was British singer/songwriter, Ed Sheeran's concert. He was on his UK tour and Taila had sent in her name on a radio station and won a free front row seat ticket to see the show live. Her only problem was, she had no money for a hotel reservation or any money for the flight back home.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Beat
Brittle Bones: Noble Strength, Lost In LA
Abstract: The following excerpt is from my fictional coming-of-age novel about Audrey Anderson's life, a girl from a small made-up town of Tribuca, California, an aspiring musician. This excerpt is an interlude of my debut manuscript.
By Paulina Pachel6 years ago in Beat