It was kind of bad, though, because people were being rude to us just because we're 18 year-olds who want free candy. I mean, I don't see anything wrong with teenagers trick-or-treating, do you?
Almost done writing my Stella and Jimmy story.
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Stella and Jimmy: Chapter 4 As they sat in the dark movie theatre, all Jimmy could think of was Stella. He wished this was a date and not just two friends hanging out. He had loved Stella since the day they met, but never had the nerve to ask her out. He was afraid she'd say no and was worried about what would happen to their friendship afterwards. "Jimmy, is something wrong?" Stella whispered, somehow sensing how her friend was feeling. "No," Jimmy replied. Knowing he was lying, and thinking his moodStella and Jimmy: Chapter 4


Stella and Jimmy: Chapter 3 Stella was awakened from her deep, dreamless sleep by a loud banging sound coming from downstairs. Glancing over at her clock, she saw that it was nearly two in the morning. "What in the world?" she muttered as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and headed downstairs. The banging came again and she realized that it was coming from the front door. Stella rubbed the sleep from her eyes, wondering who could possibly be at their house at this hour, before turning on the porch light and peering through the peephole.Stella and Jimmy: Chapter 3


Stella and Jimmy: Chapter 2 It was a beautiful fall day and Stella and Jimmy had gone to the park a few blocks away from her house to do their homework. They'd been there for over an hour, sitting under the shade of a large oak tree, talking a little but mostly doing their homework. When a cool breeze began to blow a few minutes later Jimmy, forgetting where he was, absentmindedly shrugged off his jacket. About ten minutes later, he realized his mistake. "Jimmy. What happened to your arms?" Stella questioned, looking up from her book. &nStella and Jimmy: Chapter 2


Fella to the Rescue It was Halloween and I had just left an awesome party at my friend's house. Fun, right? Wrong. Not long after I had left the party, I was set upon by a group of werewolves. And not little kids dressed up as werewolves trying to scare me, but real, live, furry, slobbering werewolves with golden eyes. I could tell they were hungry and, sensible person that I am, I decided to run. I ran and I ran and I ran, but still the pack followed me. I climbed fences, smashed through bushes, but nothingFella to the Rescue
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