Marry An Asian

” She practically snarled, striding away from me, joining her cronies in the corner of the room. All of them glared at me, except for the few contestants who stood off to the side, like they didn’t know what to do with themselves. “To be honest, this is my priso, Marry An Asian.

It has been, for quite a while.” He casts a glance across the dark walls, clearly disdainful of his surroundings.

“It’s a pretty impressive prison though, I must say. There are some interesting rooms scattered around here. Would you like to take a quick look at some of them?” I’d suspected that he felt something for me, but I hadn’t known what. And what does ‘I like you a lot’ mean anyway? What am I supposed to think?

But I heard her, I heard Nikki say that she loves Clint.

Blair thought quickly and almost cried out when it yanked on her hair hard enough to have a couple strands break.

Palming the knife she constantly kept in her lower back she sliced her hair off. She fell back to the ground with a thump and whatever had dragged her into the forest stopped and turned back. Do I? I hesitantly release Legarius’s wrist and reach towards my own head. A terrible pain sweeps through me, and I groa, Marry An Asian.

“It’s like a migraine,” I mutter, ripping my hand away. I don’t need to be sick right now. I need to be helping my friends. I sat down, and let Alice work on my make-up and hair, while I relaxed.

It was my last day with my best friend in my own house and I wasn’t going to let that slip away. popcor, Marry An Asian.” I whispered