I looked around the plane. It had been a few hours. I yawned. Only two more hours. I looked around again. Things felt weird.
I yawned. I was a little tired. I began to hum a soft tne to keep myself awake.
If I were a cat, I'd spend all my nine lives with you.
If life gives you lemons, make lemonade and leave the world wondering how you'd do it.
If they can see through your false smiles and laughs, keep them close and keep them dear.
Things were okay so far, no one had said a thing to me. I got bored so I looked outside the window, we were high, very high. There were some birds and some smok. Smok?! I got closer to the window. There was smok coming out of the wing. I didn't know if it was supposed to be like that or if something was wrong but who should I tell. I decided to tell whoever heard me."There's smok coming out of the wing!" (Sorry they don't accept the word smok with an e, in anyway I put it)
"If it's your wish, I will follow you everywhere, even if your throne crumbles, and your shiny crown turns to rust even if the bodies pile up endlessly, above the bottomless pile corpses. Beside you as you lie softly down, I will be until I hear the words "Checkmate"!" -Sebatian Michaelis
Hopping off the side of the chopper, I noticed something near the tail. It was thin metal that looked lose. Grabbing it and pulling, It slid right off.... It didnt seem to big. It still passed inspection.
"Time to wash down the birds." I called out to some guys waiting off to the side. The sun beating down on our backs. Although the uniforms did well to keep the heat out, It was still almost unbearable.
Today, October 12, 2013, is my last day on KW.
Goodbye everyone! Have a good life!
*If you want to live, don't be afraid to die* - Jake Cross
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