Throwing her bag down onto the office couch, Veronica sunk down next to it, putting her feet up on the coffee table. Two grand from Mrs. Picarrino in her office safe, Veronica was sated enough to sour her good mood thinking about Logan Echolls. He’d seemed genuinely shocked at Veronica’s accusations, and genuinely insistent that Kendall hadn’t been telling her the truth. “Everything okay, honey?” Keith saw more than the average hump-day frustrations on his daughter’s face. Face still screwed up in concentration, Veronica shook her head, “Don’t you just hate when it’s not what it looks like?” She was in trance-mode, thinking about what Logan had said after the Picarrino fiasco. On her way to earning her title of proper-battle-tested-private-eye, …show more content…
Weevil: Your boyfriend’s got his mope on. Weevil: Seems awfully sorry for something. Looks all kicked-puppy, and I know I didn’t kick him. Veronica blinked; there’d only be one person Weevil teased her about now, but what did Logan Echolls and Weevil Navarro have in common, besides her. She smiled anyway, without thinking about why. Veronica: Rallying for the pretty white boys, now? I thought I could trust you. And you two just… happen to have bumped into each other? Tapping out her reply, Veronica figured that coincidence had left her life a long time ago. Weevil’s reply came quicker than Veronica anticipated. Weevil: Didn’t say he was pretty. Weevil: Baby V likes him. Tiny little Valentina Navarro liked Logan Echolls? It was a nod in his favor, Veronica knew that, especially with Weevil, but that didn’t answer all Veronica’s questions. Veronica: Big V’s on the fence. Smiling and shaking her head, Veronica clicked her phone off, she had to follow one of the mayor’s girlfriends a little later, and she still had to change, and walk up Back Up, and at some point, probably stop thinking about Logan Echolls. Even if Weevil had practically rubber-stamped
Logan Sweet is one of the main characters in the book The Candymakers. Inside, he is just a curious, intelligent, gifted boy with a very kind heart. He just wants everybody to get along. But on the outside…. Well let’s just say that he isn’t your average kid.
When first reading this I thought right away about how these two people know each other. The story gave me no insight on how they knew one another except that they were driving companions. I felt like I needed to know more about the characters backgrounds. While reading this story I first felt like I didn't get it. I didn't know what the point of this was.
A wish that didn’t need to be satisfied, but was anyways. Vivian walks by, a hand on my shoulder. She wore a simple, sleeveless black dress that went to her knees, and had her hair up in a bun. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her black mascara had ran down her cheeks. Even after crying so much, she still looked beautiful.
“Maw Gawd!” She heard him moan, “Mah Gawd fum Heben!” She heard him stumbling about and got up from her flower-bed. The sun was growing warm. Just as she was about to approach the door, she heard him call out hopefully, “Delia, is dat you
she repeated over and over, the tears overwhelming her face as she choked out those words. Immediately, she called all the parents and explained to them to pick their child up right away. She saved Joe-Anne’s parents for last and explained for them to come over at that instant so that they could have a little talk. She also invited the principal of Lark-Rise and their teacher.
He stuffed his hands into his trousers and kicked weakly at any stray pebbles that dared block his path as he began to think up methods to punish Violet. ‘Mother has always spoiled that little brat, and she’s only three years younger than me. Why doesn’t she have any chores?’ Vance thought, probably because Violet took after her so much. Both his Mother and Violet had radiant blonde hair that fell neatly to their waists and clear, deep blue eyes along with dainty noses and small pink lips.
Dreading the thought of facing another day of the same old same, she took her time. She had never felt exactly this way before, however, she sort of felt similar to this after Jane’s abduction and desecration by Wheeler- and yes, it was a desecration. Wheeler had taken Jane’s innocence without her consent…
“She’s my ex-girlfriend.” Logan shifted in the hotel couch uncomfortably. “She’s mine, too.” Duncan sat with his arms folded, staring straight ahead. It's a stand-off, one she’d taze them both for, but really the conversation’s been brewing for some time, and had taken off like an awkward match to emotional kindling.
" Valence claimed to have sent the boys home angrily. “Marcia and I were enjoying our night when a friend of Ponyboy’s began chatting us up in a very rude manner. Ponyboy and Johnny stuck up for us. They were very chivalrous,
Archie and Betty have been best friends since elementary school. They walk to school together and hang out all the time. They have also recently befriended Jughead. Then all of a sudden Veronica is forced to move to riverdale and she doesnt like it at first. Then she realizes that she has befriended Archie, Betty and Jughead and starts to think it's not so bad.
Maison glared at the angel, their emotions warring inside them. They had learned that what happened while a Leviathan wasn’t who Maison was. They were a fighter and they weren’t perfect, and there was a lot of things they needed to make up for, but they weren’t a monster. They were Maison, nothing more and nothing less and they were done feeling guilty about that. All of that was second to the fact that this angel had hurt their friend and possibly trying to kill the rest of their friends.
This is Aaron Spells. You have won the competition. Come to the cafe to meet your pair up." Jessica couldn't believe it. She was finally going to meet the one who stole her heart.
but it was nothing special. “Fine, I guess. I mean you don’t usually see a new kid in the middle of February.” It was a long day for Logan but with all the stress his mom had from moving houses and jobs he didn’t want to add any stress. “Don’t worry honey, it will get better.
He sat quietly staring at her while she rambled on. Then something happened. When she finished speaking her mind, he glared at her and said two words: "That's
Nervous, my legs trembled in an anticipating fear. A million thoughts scrambled inside my head; the one that echoed the loudest was ‘where is she?’. My blurry stare focused at the ceiling, I was using all of my willpower to not look into the Victoria’s Secret of which my parents were shopping in. I was worried that this concept of a date was simply too difficult. Concerned about the time I decided to check my phone; my phone read 5:09 PM.