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  We Can Still Whisper-3- "It'll be okay, Frankie, my mom will take care of this." Gerards soothing words didn't do much to calm me down, but it helped to have him here, holding my hand. Later that night around eleven when Gerards mom got home he told her what happened. "Well, Frank, there's not much I can do, if your parents want you back I can't keep you here, there are few options, I don't like any of them." I nodded and gripped Gerards hand. "Well
school's out in a week
You and Gerard could...I'm not going to say it, no parent should tell their child to do this
" " We Can Still Whisper-3-
  Twinkle, Twinkle, Little StarThe stars glowed above my head in a brilliant neon lime - or were they yellow? -As though the sprites themselves were sprinkling upon the celestial beings the dust of healing. So brightly they glowed, that it made my sickly light skin look even paler. I lay stargazing for hours, as it brought me to a short-lived trainquility, fleeting moments of peace. My arms draped at my sides, hands curled as they brushed against the soft surroundings. One, two, three... there were countless numbers of them, even for such an enclosed space with which to attempt to contain and count. I smiled for I had nothing to frown about; I had nothin Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
  The Wild 9The world spins around me, as the hulking man shifts into the form of a large dog, violence flaring in his dark eyes, Zeak is in his leopard form, his back arched in hostility and his eyes narrowed. I cant help him, there are too many people, they are blocking my path like a wall: immovable and long. I struggle to see the man and Zeak circle each other. They dont move in, or retreat, they just search their opponent for a weakness, a point they can attack. I wait with baited breath for something to happen
ZEAKS POINT OF VIEW Rigidly I gaze into the idiots eyes. Hes a heavy-pawed, black an The Wild 9
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