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Emma doodle Thayer&Emma Grier in her notebook while staring at the blue eyed boy with dark brown hair and model good looks. Today he wore is black 81 jersey. She sighed, snapping herself back into reality remaining herself over and over to Stop thinking about Thayer! She turned around again to sneak a quick look at him but instead she caught Grayson eyes staring at her. She rolled her eyes turning around. Grayson Gig has had the biggest crush on Emma since they meet in 6th grade when they had to

Highlights and color blocks are a sure way to refresh your hair color and transform your overall look. Evidently, playing with different hues is all it takes to create some bold styles. Here are some creative red brown hair styles that have taken 2017 by storm. 1.The Mahogany Hair Where do I start with this hairstyle? The awesome combination of that red-brown color with the long waves creates just the perfect contrast. This is the kind of style to go for if you want to always feel like you’ve just

today I will tell you mine. You are probably wanting this be “dunn” already so here are my name meanings. My first name, Grant, means tall or big, which so far isn’t exactly what I am. And Dunn means brown or dark hair, which is what my hair color is. So in this case if I get taller and still have brown hair my name will resemble my name exactly. I like my name even though it can be confused as Brent, Brant, or Garret. I have set some goals this year and they are to be a better reader, to get acceptable

a common servant. She longs for a husband who will love her unconditionally, like her father loved her mother, and who will help her achieve her dreams. She is extremely beautiful, thin, has long dark brown hair often swept up in a bun, has a golden skinned tone like her father, and has light brown eyes hidden behind glasses. She has a soft

that he remembers a giant bang. Behind the ringing in his ears were sounds of terror. Screaming, running, crying. And that was it. Next thing he remembers was being here, in Suttford, surrounded by people wearing the same exact clothes, having every hair cut and styled the same, and seeing them all owning the same befuddled look on their faces as he had. “The Enforcers,” he called them, the name seemingly bitter as it left his mouth, “told us exactly how to be. They explained that anyone who is not

Ever since I can remember, I always played softball. My Dad played it, his sister, my sister, and my brother played baseball. Like a wuss, my brother quit playing, because he had a pop up hit him in the face. Though, when I played, I would get hit by the ball all the time, and get right back up. Throughout my years of playing, and trying to find a position that I liked, I loved to hit. Every game in little league till I was in 14U, I was always fourth in the batting lineup. The older I was the better

reddish-blonde hair and brown eyes, she kind of looked like someone who would flirt with every cute guy at school; another girl with medium brown hair and brown eyes; a guy with brown hair with blonde streaks and blue grey eyes, he was tall; and one other little girl, in his arms, with brown hair to about the middle of her back and grey eyes, she was sucking her thumb and clinging to the guy. “Girl Scout Cookies in season

unwaveringly staring at each other. Julia, about age 11, stood there in silence with her light blonde hair, small stature, and deep blue eyes. She was brave, a bit of a tomboy, and quite shrewd for her age, and she often used that to trick her brother Jackson into doing things for her. Jackson was older at about age 13, with a stockier build and a completely different dark brown hair color coupled with light brown eyes. On the other hand, Jackson was easily frightened, but he tried hard to hide it. He also

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking, “What are you doing up so early my love?” He smiles sheepishly at his

PANIC! A dark veil of despair hung over the entrance of the room, shielding it from any outside feelings. The inside of our living room held the physical manifestation of heartbreak and suffering, the woman I call my mother. In the corner of the room I sat counting all the tiles on the wall while I simultaneously hyperventilated. Why could my chest no longer support my heaving heart? “Aviana, please bear with me here! Do you think it was my intention for your father to leave?” tears streamed down