Someone quickly passes, dressed in black and I swallow, jerking backwards. I peek over again and the doors closed now. I look around the room, frightened. "Someones in here."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I cross my arms, glancing around when the lights start to flicker.
I let out a slight scream and cover my facewith my hands. The lights turn off and someone grabs my foot. I scream louder, tripping over something, or someone...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The light flickers a little bit remains off. I hold onto Jace's hand tightly, when someone pulls on My hair, I take my other hand and slap that hand away too when Jace is yanked from me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle
