Chapter 1- Ordinary Faces- Part 2: Finally I understood why such fancy cars had passed me by. At the end of the long road I'd been on for what seemed like days, there was a large black gate with stone structures on each end of the fence. I waited behind a bush near the gates entrance until someone went through. When a car finally did exit the other side of the gate I ran in as it went out. The houses beyond the fence were marvelous; they probably cost billions of dollars in America. Each house had fancy marble structures, brass door knockers, and personal gates to the driveway. One house, about four houses away from me, had a white stone balcony on the top floor. I pressed the buzzer on an intercom at the first houses gateway; no answer. No one answered at the second house either which didn't surprise me because it was awfully dark inside. At the third house a woman answered the intercom, but she hung up as soon as I mentioned being drenched and lost. When I reached the fourth house I'd begun to lose hope. Why would anyone that rich let a poor lost girl drenched in filthy rain water into their house only to ruin their Persian carpets. But I was still determined to get warm so I pressed the buzzer button and waited shivering. "How may I help you?" a deep voice asked on the other end of the intercom. "Um...hello," I hesitated, "I have been trying to find materials for a class trip and managed to get lost in the pouring rain on a barren road that led me to this neighborhood ...
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Don't Catch Me If I'm Falling (Harry Styles fan fic) Chapter 1 prt. 2
Don't Catch Me If I'm Falling (Harry Styles fan fic) Chapter 1 prt. 2 Video Clips. Duration : 1.03 Mins.
Chapter 1- Ordinary Faces- Part 2: Finally I understood why such fancy cars had passed me by. At the end of the long road I'd been on for what seemed like days, there was a large black gate with stone structures on each end of the fence. I waited behind a bush near the gates entrance until someone went through. When a car finally did exit the other side of the gate I ran in as it went out. The houses beyond the fence were marvelous; they probably cost billions of dollars in America. Each house had fancy marble structures, brass door knockers, and personal gates to the driveway. One house, about four houses away from me, had a white stone balcony on the top floor. I pressed the buzzer on an intercom at the first houses gateway; no answer. No one answered at the second house either which didn't surprise me because it was awfully dark inside. At the third house a woman answered the intercom, but she hung up as soon as I mentioned being drenched and lost. When I reached the fourth house I'd begun to lose hope. Why would anyone that rich let a poor lost girl drenched in filthy rain water into their house only to ruin their Persian carpets. But I was still determined to get warm so I pressed the buzzer button and waited shivering. "How may I help you?" a deep voice asked on the other end of the intercom. "Um...hello," I hesitated, "I have been trying to find materials for a class trip and managed to get lost in the pouring rain on a barren road that led me to this neighborhood ...
Chapter 1- Ordinary Faces- Part 2: Finally I understood why such fancy cars had passed me by. At the end of the long road I'd been on for what seemed like days, there was a large black gate with stone structures on each end of the fence. I waited behind a bush near the gates entrance until someone went through. When a car finally did exit the other side of the gate I ran in as it went out. The houses beyond the fence were marvelous; they probably cost billions of dollars in America. Each house had fancy marble structures, brass door knockers, and personal gates to the driveway. One house, about four houses away from me, had a white stone balcony on the top floor. I pressed the buzzer on an intercom at the first houses gateway; no answer. No one answered at the second house either which didn't surprise me because it was awfully dark inside. At the third house a woman answered the intercom, but she hung up as soon as I mentioned being drenched and lost. When I reached the fourth house I'd begun to lose hope. Why would anyone that rich let a poor lost girl drenched in filthy rain water into their house only to ruin their Persian carpets. But I was still determined to get warm so I pressed the buzzer button and waited shivering. "How may I help you?" a deep voice asked on the other end of the intercom. "Um...hello," I hesitated, "I have been trying to find materials for a class trip and managed to get lost in the pouring rain on a barren road that led me to this neighborhood ...
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