AliciaJewel

"The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow Because it was important to them: There ought to be as many for love." That's a lovely sentiment, Miss Atwood, But I'm afraid you are mistaken. A simple Google search can tell you That the Eskimos have just as many words For "snow" as we do. Now, if you want to be technically correct, Take a look at the language of the Sami people; They have hundreds of words for "snow." I'm not trying to be picky or anything, But if you're going to say something that becomes famous, You should really check your facts first. Oh, but this is about love, is it not? Well, then I suppose I can understand. A

Wow. I put a notice at the beginning of a chapter. Anyway, although there is no warning on this chapter, there are a couple of suggestive things. Don't worry -- there are no breasts involved. ... You'll see what I mean in a few minutes. Chapter 8 - Pieces of the Puzzle The three of us dashed toward the courtyard, where we could now clearly smell the rotting flesh of Mrs. Maria, and toward the front gate of the school. The area was cold and abandoned. "I know it was the front door..." Alisha muttered, hovering over to it. Kitten and I paced after her. "Hey, look at this!" She was looking down at the white floor; it took me several moments to

Epilogue The police were on the scene less than an hour afterwards. They combed the school from top to bottom and questioned the remaining survivors… except for Kiera. The poor girl had fallen asleep shortly after I died, and when she woke up, she didn't remember anything about that night. The doctors and police both thought it would be best if they didn't try to probe her for the information. For all she knew, it was just a bad dream. About a week later, as midnight rolled around, the front door creaked open. Three pairs of footsteps walked through the office and emerged in the courtyard. "Hey, Rubes," Dylan said coolly as he emerged.