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              I watched in silent envy as my best friend pulled the tux coat over his shoulders. Those strong, firm shoulders she would rest her hands upon tonight. She would dance with him all night—one hand on his shoulders, another on his waist. He would guide her around the dance floor, their love-struck eyes looking only at each other, foreheads close and then… It was too painful to think about what could happen next, yet I knew it was inevitable; they’d been together for a year after all. What better setting for a kiss than prom? I forced a smile and complimented my friend. He smiled in return, his chestnut eyes glint

*Recap* "I can't leave her,"  I stated. She looked at me in the eye, "I know. Neither can I. Which is why we're going to come back and gather many people, the whole school even, if we can. We're going to gather them and open their eyes to the horrors of the school. And then together we shall fight. And we will get her back, Natsume Hyuuga. I promise you that." --Chapter 8--      Ominous thoughts started clouding the mind of Hotaru as she walked in her room to find the last people (well beings) she could imagine sitting on her bed. "Hyuuga," she growled, "and Tetra. What in all the worlds are you

Lesson 2- Plot Development and Organization. When you're writing a story, one of the first things you should do is organize it. How? You can do this in many ways, but one should always go for the method easiest for you. You can make a timeline, a chart, a storyboard (if you can), or many other things. I'll include some links to some of these ideas in the artists description. Why is this necessary? It's not, and it is totally up to you, the author. How this helps though is that it helps you keep track of your ideas and takes aways those dreadful hiatuses and lapses between stories due to writers block or what not. Another way they serve a go

              I watched in silent envy as my best friend pulled the tux coat over his shoulders. Those strong, firm shoulders she would rest her hands upon tonight. She would dance with him all night—one hand on his shoulders, another on his waist. He would guide her around the dance floor, their love-struck eyes looking only at each other, foreheads close and then… It was too painful to think about what could happen next, yet I knew it was inevitable; they’d been together for a year after all. What better setting for a kiss than prom? I forced a smile and complimented my friend. He smiled in return, his chestnut eyes glint