Soviet Russia

My cuore was racing faster than it ever had. My feet couldn't keep up with it's pace. Soreness ran through my legs, begging me to stop and die. But I couldn't. Throbbing, my head lurches in front of my whole body as I almost stumble towards the ground, twisting my foot and running again. The tears falling from my eyes remind me of the dryness in my throat. I try taking deep breaths as I make stuttering noises. Branches hit my legs, smacking my face and watching me from behind and up front. Taking a risk right now isn't going to be easy, and I might be risking my soul, my fate, my destiny, but...

GIRL CONFESSIONS...
1. Do te sleep in your bra? Nope
2. Does your dad know te like boys yet? Obviously :)
3. Do te enjoy drama? Not really.
4. Are te a girly girl? Hahhaa NO
5. Small o large purses? Small cuz i hate purses.
6. Are te short? Im in the middle
7. Do te like somebody? Justin Bieber♥
8. Do te care if your socks are dirty? No.Im not bothered.
9. Do te like Halloween? Its Cool :D
10. Are te double jointed? No!
11. Where is the weirdest place te have slept? Uhhh on a table
12. Has anyone touched/smacked your butt in the past 24 hours? Myself ;)
13. Is there any type of rumor going...

Wish List:
His troops, led da four of his finest commanders wona great battle for him, and Napoleon Bonaparte was in a generous mood.
“Ask for anything and I’ll give it to you,” he detto to the four officers who had distinguished themselves.
“I’ve always wanted a house in Paris,” detto one of the men, a German.
“Done!” detto Napoleon. “You’ll get a mansion in the city.”
“I’ve always desired to own a hotel,” detto the secondo officer, a Frenchman.
“Done!” detto the emperor. “I’ll order a hotel to be dato to you.”
“I’ve always wanted a brewery,” detto the third...

Battle of Wits
Subuddhi and Kubuddhi were always trying to get the better of each other. One day, in October, Kubuddhi saw a mango growing on his tree. He knocked it down, wrapped it in a cloth and waited for Subuddhi to come by. When he did he called out to him. "I have a riddle for you," he said. "Can te tell me what frutta is wrapped in this cloth? If te guess correctly te may take anyone thing from my house that te can carry out with your two hands; if te fail I'll come to your house and carry away something."
"All right," detto Subuddhi, always ready to match his wits with Kubuddhi. "It...