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You could say you're a...special...individual. But you lived in Beacon Hills, there are a lot of "special" people. But you're special in your own sense. While some kids are somehow suddenly very good at sports or always have to run away when they get to angry, you can do something else. Some people don't know Beacon Hills...."special" citizens, but they're sometimes monsters. Werewolves are more common because of the Hale Family. You're not a werewolf. Not a vampire. Not any monster that Beacon Hill draws in.        You're a psychic. A Gypsy. Medium. All that good stuff. A witch almost. But you like psychic best. You can see the past by touc

    The battle waged on, no two sides backing down. Jack, the Boss himself, led his army to fight against Billy, who led his army of haters and trolls to battle. Both sides were strong, neither side willing to back down. Jack faced Billy head on, the two leaders exerting epic amounts of energy as they fought.       Jack began to grow weak, for Billy seemed to have grown stronger. His army could not assist because they were fighting off Billy's forces and growing weaker and weaker by the second. It seemed like they would lose.       But, a little soldier knew what to do. In his hand, the little soldier held a weapon. A weapon that would save

His chocolate brown eyes locked on yours as he gently pushed you against the wall, putting his hands on either side of your head. His breath was warm, but it sent shivers down your spine as it his your face. Your heart pounded, as it always did when was around you. As he pressed his body against yours, you could feel his heart beat against your chest. His face came closer to yours, until his hair brushed against your forehead. His lips were so close to yours, and you wanted them on yours SO badly, but you held back, wanting him to take the lead. His soft, warm hands slowly went to your hips, holding you even closer. Your arms went loosely aro