Okay, I think we need to except Tarragon College is dead
I'm mainly saying this because it's been restarted so many times and the main reason it's failing now is because I really don't go on YWS anymore. Literally the onlt reason i'll go on is to check this story book and I'm feeling it's not really worth it anymore.
Well, just like to say an official goodbye to everyone in the Tarragon College story books and I suppose YWS as well.
see ya guys, we had a good run :d
Izzy
peace out!
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
She was curled up on the couch next to Mikael watching one of the stupid movies that she picked out. It was supposed to be a scary movie but everytime something bad was supposed t happen either the acting was too terrible or the movie was just too bad to actually make them gasp in horror. Mikael and Ashlyn laughed as the pretty "heroine" of the story screamed and ran for the woods.
Mikael brushed Ashlyn's hair away from her forehead and she smiled, hugging him. She had refused to let him out of her site since...well, since everything that happened.
The phone rang shrilly and Ashlyn groaned but got up nevertheless to answer it.
"Hullo?" She asked, streching a little.
"Ashlyn?" Came the sweet but somehow bitter voice from the other end. Ashlyn frowned.
"Sonnet? What's wrong?" She asked, immediatly.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Ashlyn and I sat quietly on the sofa watching a cheesey horror movie. It was nice, hell it was almost homely. For a few days we had had some peace and quiet. Plenty of time to be a nice, albeit not completely normal couple. Suddenly the phone rang. Ashlyn unpeeled herself from my hug and answered the phone. At first my attention stayed on the tv until i heard the inevitable. "Sonnet? What's wrong?" Oh dear, i thought, good bye normality. Still Sonnet and Quin were good friends and by the sound of it they needed our help, again.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
