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But you can call me momo HIGHSCHOOL SUCKS!
Moriah opened her eyes and looked up at the towering building.
"wow" she couldnt help but say under her breath.
Moriah started walking slowly down the concrete pathway that lead right up to the school. As she was walking, she looked at every detail of or on the campus. She looked at each monster's face noticing that each one was different. She saw many monsters that she had never even heard of before. She saw many features on them that she had only heard of in books, like wings,horns, and hooves. She looked at all of the students noticing them goofing off, or studying, or kissing behind trees(or in trees). After a walk that had seemed like forever, she finally reached the steps up to the school doorway. She walked up the
then she opened her eyes
It was the first day of school at monster high, or at least it was for Moriah Everlast, daughter of Jason and Heather Everlast. Moriah's father, Jason Everlast, owned several stores in the mauls all across America. One very well known to many teenagers everywhere. Journey's. And it was Moriah's store.Well not technally, but her dad did make it for her. Well see, one day Moriah came home saying that there wasnt any of the stores in the maul for her style. So her dad came up with the plan to make her, her own store.Moriah's father, of course, owns it but he lets Moriah make all the decisions like all clothes, shoes, bracelets,socks, etc. that goes in the stores. And Moriah's mom,Heather, was a very successful realastate agent.She took business trips to hollywood all the time, and was the most well known realastate agent there.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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