When something happens to a member of her family, Australian born and bred Ellie is whisked back to England, but, when she's older and moves back to her home country, what will happen? Will someone be there for her?I really can't write a blurb, but hopefully you enjoy!
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Flashback:I looked across to my side leaning my chin on the palm of my hand, my elbow resting on the wooden desk. Faces blurred with my vision concentrating just on her. Her light brown braids fell down her shoulders, her pencil tracing the lines of her rosy soft lips. I leaned further in to see her deep brown eyes flick from the whiteboard to her desk, a strand of her curly hair falling on her forehead, lightly prickling her left eye. I took in her beauty, how can anyone be so beautiful? Her gaze shifted from her desk to face me, her position mimicking mine. Not only was she looking at me, all the faces in the room were staring at me. I raised my brows in a questioning way as she gestured for me to look towards my desk. Smiling, I looked forward, but my expression changed. Laughs filled the room, but only one echoed in my ears, hers. The woman in front of me had one of her hands on her hips, with the other on my ear. As her hold tightened, I rose from my chair. The laughs grew louder as I plead to her, "sorry miss".She let go of my ear and resumed the lesson. I glanced at her, with my puppy dog eyes, as she burst out laughing her melodious laugh.I once again leaned forward, again losing myself in her world.Flashback Ends.A smile spread across my face at the sweet memory.
So there's this Canadian Kid who pretty much stole all of our hearts.....Just about 4 Million People.No biggie.Here's some imagines about that Canadian Kid we all love so much.P.S Requests are closed
The Baudelaire children are forbidden to speak to the Quaqmire children, and the Quagmire children are forbidden to speak to the Baudelaire children. Simple as that, right? Or at least it should be. But that's not how the story goes.
this is a story of how I am and how I was. note: This is fiction thriller horror and not about me
Bruno was the father of two kids, Mirabel and Camilo Madrigal. He loved his kids more than others. In reality though, any sensible person would care for there children more than others, even if it's there nieces and nephews. At Mirabels ceremony something unexpected happened. (You know when she didn't get a gift?) Mira's door glowed when she touched the doorknob. Each day mira would get a new gift. The first day was her aunts. The second day she got her brothers, but she only knows him as her cousin.