All Chapters of Fake London bridge is falling down: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The devil walked into his room about 5:45 am. His hostel did not have a large room but there were separate beds and a shared bathroom. He's was the end conner, beside a cherubic kid who had a father too who was too fat to do anything. But he was the only skinny kid in room 6, save Gopher, but no one attempted bullying-although it was no longer seen as a matter offense, nerds took a jab ones in a while, which was okay, if physical damages weren't severe. But not this kid. Everyone was afraid of him-he hadn't beaten up a nerd hater before, he hadn't said a word of defiance to any senior, it was just that he was too goth. The kid did not have the ability to form an expression. He looked on at those who oppressed and who we're operessed with a stoic face, he did not report to principal Hammerstien. They decided to call him the blue boy. The boy who ate little and read alot of books with a cover that deserved judgment. He was the kid whose mother never came

The psychologist was head buried in Antonio Damacio's book, the feeling of what happens next although she was a Daniel stiegs regular. She was not a woman accustomed to darkness. The room was dark save for a dull lamp used for reading, the entire home electrically dead. She decided to channel her mind where ever her distractions led as long as they did not rest on the shadows. It reminded her of her claustrophobic childhood. Whatever had happened to the electrical outlets, had killed it-a power surge, or an unnoticed problematic old wiring, she could not tell. She was mowing the lawn outside this afternoon when the room lights blipped off, the entire home dead. It had not kept her up and nervous, but it did now. She questioned herself awely why she hadn't called for the electrician ealiar. It was quite responsible to allow that she was a very calm woman herself, right now, the book was paying off. She was at page 32 when there was a barring sound, like two h

Sponge bob was a sensual symbol. Adulf cain was sensual. He slept with with a Hispanic at 8, an idonisian at 9 (Ursa) and finally Sara--sara who would be the end of his life. Finally Damaris watched a fox news on an argument that sponge bob was messing with kids brains, she cut the show for her son but it'd been too late? Did not sponge bob go back to the middle ages to find an unhappy fish who attempted slitting its own throat? 'Someday.. But not today. 'He said. And did not squid ward hang a rope from his ceiling saying 'I just can't seem to get happy.. Maybe this will help. 'Noteworthy that today Adulf was clinically depressed and an addict at 12, (at the time he seeked help.) And at 12 it was that he matured to value the prison of Azkaban, of the harry potter series, coincidence it was released on his birth year. While there had been a Tamagotichi frenzy, where kids skipped class to feed handhead digital pets.. Kids were physically trampled upon to buy a limited e

"You want me to talk like an adult to you? Alright. I'll talk like a damn one real good. "She said."children promiscuity is derived from an exposure to sexual abuse. You were abused, Cain. And that's my theory, if I were your mother, you'd be my worst night mare, I wouldn't sleep comfortably knowing that my son was raped and he wouldn't tell me. "He laughed. She also knew that recent sturdy showed a link between promiscuousness and depression. Real life, unlike the movies, she told him, did not breed happy promiscuous teens. They all grew into adult hood with diseases, infertility, and depression. Then she tried the dictators whip--every traitor always had to cringe at this point. She told him that 20 million Americans contracted sexually transmitted diseases every year in the US... And the vast majority didn't know they have it. "You will be one of those folks. "She remembered saying. He stared back blankly"I thought, mrs moorman, that psychologists now asserts

The therapist watched a recycling van trundle up the street. The soft patter of rain fall began on the windows. She felt really cold. Its the rain, Rylee. No. Social isolation made people feel physically colder. The cold shoulder wasn't just a metaphor after all. It was just to find out how icy loneliness could get. She wrapped her self up in a warm blanket. She decided to go back into her room, but a strange smell that seemed like dust perturbed her, knowing fully well her home was spotlessly clean. There was a scratch, like the sound of something peeling. The lights flickered. Dr montoya was frightened now. She had only to breath a sigh of relief from the returned lights before its tripping off. She wondered why the floor made loud creeking noises under her feet or why she could hear her own breath. "Get a life, Rylee. "She muttered, looking down at the photographs she still clutched. She found her way to the kitchen, found philberts hidden keys. He would chang