Hermione Smart, kind, cheerful, intelligent Best friend of Ron and Harry, student of Gryffindor, daughter of muggles Lover of school, learning, being right Who feels strong about being prepared for learning, strong about turning things in on time, and strong about making everything perfect and correct Who needs more credit, more advanced courses, and more thankful friends Who gives academical help, more points to the Gryffindor House, and a smile everyday Who fears failing, getting a question wrong, and doing something not correctly Who would like to see new books in the library, new information she didn’t know, and a new thing to be curious about Who plans to help Harry defeat Voldermort Who lives for intelligence Who almost got sorted into the Ravenclaw House Granger
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I work and work for a long time trying to find pollen for my lovely Queen I try and try so hard attempting to find a dancing flower the wind whistles in my ears as I find a flower with thousands of needed pollen I fly and fly towards the flower, but somehow it seems to be avoiding me it twists and turns up, down, right and left and I still can’t seem to get the pollen I try harder and harder but it just won’t work that’s when she came along she glowed and gleamed I couldn’t stop looking at her she was gorgeous she came up to help settle down the flower as I sucked in the nectar she kept the flower still I have never and I mean NEVER seen anyone so special in my life I turned to thank her, but she was gone and I knew that I would someday somehow find her again and be great friends with the beautiful busy, buzy, bee Clean, shiny, and full of air not a single fingerprint on them new and just purchased from the store they bounce beside me for the first time smooth and whole they get used however, still unique and pretty they bounce and bounce as I get better they get used so often almost everyday overtime they became muddy, dirty, used, and they began to have scratches and holes they were always by my side until they stopped bouncing by me completely sitting in a corner, no longer getting used they start to grow dusty they start to become more flat and lose air they start to peel their skin off they sit there patiently waiting to get picked up again but it never happens spiderwebs begin to form near them they feel so unwanted so old they wait and wait, but they have figured out that they would stay in this little corner for a long time until it was their time to go into the dungeon of trash So much depends upon love
whether it is self-love or mother-daughter love love is very important in life love is a dove in the sky it is the rainbow after the rain it is like a loop of long lasting love it means that there is no hatred but instead only kindness is in the air One kind of love is self-love if no one has any self-love then our world would be full of insecure people although love from others is a very important aspect self-love is even more important more people need to learn to love themselves The next most important kind of love is love within an environment people must respect and love each other when going through rough times or even when having good times More people in this world need to have love inside them they need to have a huge heart that beats to music it doesn’t matter what kind of love but they need it to help others start having love inside themselves that love must be strong and extraordinary to help others find their path towards love Beautiful
Beautiful is not just a pretty look. Beautiful is not a disguise under your glamorous face. Beautiful is every unique girl with a different race, size, shape, and style. Beautiful are all different, cute puppies with their mother. Beautiful is a rainbow shining brightly with the sun after a rainstorm. Beautiful sounds like the flapping wings of a butterfly. Beautiful sounds like the rustling of the trees on a mountain. Beautiful looks like 2 best friends together. Beautiful looks like a smile on your face in the mirror everyday. Lovely is another word for beautiful. The thing that is truly beautiful is you and me. Docile
This hilarious creature is called a
Horseku. Horsekus are humble and always happy. Their homes are big, hollow holes in the ground in Hawaii. Horsekus hunt for hefty Haddocks, helpful Herrings, hairless Hakes, and humorless, small Halibuts. Horsekus are always happy to be hortative. They love to hunt with their special hunting legs to impress a mate, horse around with other Horsekus, hang around in Hawaii’s coconut trees, have good drama chats about a hard human’s life, and more! Some things truly special about Horsekus are that they have a healing horn that can heal any harm, that they are always hailing and happy to help anyone at any time, and that Horsekus can make the darkness hide away with their heavenly glowing skin. The last but not least humane characteristic is that Horsekus have all different kinds of human hair colors, cuts, and designs to be told apart from each other. Horsekus and I can relate to each other with our personalities, uniqueness, and kindness. Can you? Your sweet, precious fur
in between my smooth fingers. Your tongue kissing my human face. I don’t care what others think of you. Oh, Kace Kace. Your little, tiny legs resting on the ground. Your furry body lies on the elegant green grass in our backyard. I see you look into the sun with glimmering and gleaming eyes, and I gaze at you panting in the heated weather. You are anything anyone could desire. Oh, Kace Kace. You are my little baby. You're my graceful dog I always forget to feed, the animal I have always looked up to, so I could be joyous and jocular. Oh, Kace Kace. With your tail wagging unbelievably nimbly and your eyes looking at me with much love and hope, I always wonder what you are thinking… Oh, Kace Kace. If I didn’t have you I wouldn’t know what I would do. I would always be gloomy without you. You make my house much more glamorous. Your happy spirit blossoms through everywhere you may reach and I cherish that very much. Oh, Kace Kace. I will never forget all the fun opportunities we’ve had together, all the times I try to pick you up, all the junctures I pet you, all the milestones I play with you, and all the moments we have had memories together. Oh I love you so much, Kace Kace! When the journal was found, that page was still wet, and on it were four words, looking as if they’d been written quickly with a muddy finger. They said, “I did knock first.”
After years and years of Francis’s experience, I decided to go to Quetico Park with my new wife and ignore the rumors. Around 9:00 pm when we arrived at Quetico Park we went straight to the best spot to set up camp. We decided to go to bed early, for the next day will be very busy. I could barely sleep that night and I rolled around in bed thinking about my new adventures I’ll have with my wife. After a few hours of no sleep, something odd happened. My eyes flashed and I sat up. Something flew by me, but what would be so big and so fast? I thought that maybe it was just me. A few minutes passed and it happened again. Whoosh!! I woke up my wife, Kathrin, and asked her if she felt something, but she declined, told me to calm down, and went back to bed. I layed back into the cushioned sleeping bag and thought about Francis. Was it true? Or did she just play it off? I sat up and decided to get a drink from the lake. It happened once again… This time it was a click. Kind of like a clock. Tick, tok, tick. I ran as fast as I could back to my tent. Was it a dream? I didn’t know. As I grew more aware, the sounds, feels, and sights grew larger. I was trapped, trapped in this park forever. I was not imagining it. I saw unfamiliar creatures’ shadows, felt their body parts swinging in motion, and heard their bellows of strange sounds they made. I tried to wake Kathrin up but something was making me as still as a statue. They knew what I was thinking. The creatures, they knew everything. How to stop you, how to scare you, anything. It was time. Time to go. Time to leave this beautiful planet and never come back. It was time to give up and die. Forever. My heart quit beating, my lungs resisted working, my body ceased moving, my life stopped happening. Pain began to rise, spikes shined out of my newborn scales, claws scratched at the tent, two creepy, clownish faces bit my wife’s elbow. It was like I was possessed. I couldn't do anything without someone or something else making the choice for me. The instant I felt some free will I ran away to see my reflection at the farthest lake there was away from the tent. I began to softly cry, for I was doomed to remain a beast and haunt Quetico Park forever. It was worse than death. Worse than anything you could ever imagine, just drowning in your loneliness and doubt. I wished and hoped that one day I might be free, but I have lost all hope and dreams. I knew the truth, all hidden so deep, had finally come to the surface. |
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