Casper's body became weak as the bullet hit his friend's chest. The man scrambled to his feet, but Casper managed to lock his arms around his neck. If you would do this to a 10 year old girl, you don't deserve children. At that moment, he allowed his fingertips to burn and singe with flames. The power would come with a consequence, for his hands would be scarred with the remains of the fire ... but if Shiralee could take a bullet for Clara, he could take a few burns for her. The man struggled, but his hair and clothes caught with burning flames of reds, oranges and even blues. And as the man's body was completely covered with burns, Casper dragged him a few feet to the verandah, and tossed him into the private pool.
"I want to stay with Shiralee," she said stubbornly, kneeling by her protector and clutching onto her hand, putting it to her own cheek. It was ice-cold. Worried, Clara gently dropped Shiralee's limp hand, staring hard into her ocean eyes. Then she looked at Casper. "Okay," she barely whispered, her voice hoarse and unrecognizable. Still trembling, she stood up, her whole body shaking with fear and shock, her teeth chattering. Slowly, she followed Casper,occasionally glancing anxiously Shiralee as they walked on. Please be okay, Shiralee. Please be okay.
Hey People call me Erin and Ivy you rock.I love my buds and How to train your dragon rocks.
My two Epic Quote are:
"Your a foul loathful evil little cockroach" Hermione Granger talking to Malfoy
"Seaweed brain."Annabeth nick naming Percy.
"We're going to get there in time", he assured, although he wasn't completely assuring her ... he was assuring himself.