Thomas will become an assistant. He will hide in one of the boxes, and the doll will be his double. So everyone does. Only the view needs a believable one. I picked up the phone.
- Tickets sold out?
- Not. And who is it?
“You can save a couple of tickets for us.”
- Okay. What’s your name?
- Danny Park, Jenny Boyd. We will visit you by eight o'clock in the evening. We just have a bronze day, - ten years of wedding
- Is someone going with you yet?
- Only we are. You do not upset us!
- Yeah. I will be happy to perform tricks at its best.
- Goodbye.
- And you all the best.
Here, already a note on my future plans. Thomas will be glad to hear about it. Toward evening, I told Thomas to quickly leave the stage. People began to gather. - Thomas! Go to the dressing room, put on cleaner clothes, I use you for one number. Very important!
- I get it, Bengalius. No need to remind me of my past.
- Why are you so sad?
- You accepted me, when I had nowhere to go.
- Well done. Now smile, go, change your clothes, and after - when I call you, you will help me.
- Hey!
- What, Mr. Bengalius?
- Did you hear the shots?
- Not.
- I heard a lot of shots.
- I do not know.
- Let's go quickly, collect things and leave.
- It seems to you.
- I'm telling you.
- Okay, you.
- Hey! Ronald! Stuart! Alvin! Mitchell! Quickly changed clothes and went with us! I think it's dangerous to be here right now.
They packed up, found the bus, ran. There was no one left at the fair, but someone was shooting. He felt not just like that. When we sat down, he looked out the window, and there all the tents began to burn. Bright shade of green. Someone launched a firecracker far from us. The driver drove us to the usual wooden hotel. An inn was attached to the building. Simple, but it’s tasteful. The grand piano stands in the corner, a Bamboo in a leather striped jacket, two people at a far table, they - Bengalius, Ronald, Stewart, Alvin, Mitchell, Thomas. We have the place here. If there was something special, I would stay here for another week.
- What is your name? - Benalius asked.
- Edward... - Bamboo answered.
- We'll sit here for a bit.
- Sit down. Anyway, few people come here. The place is not so famous.
- I'm a magician. Just do not tell anyone.
- Why?
- Simply.
- Do you give tickets?
- Recently sold two hundred coupons. Everyone who came, everyone was delighted.
- Well, really.
- Yes. Something is to offer?
- There are a lot of things on the menu. Not too much...
Later we moved to the rooms that were located on the top floor. Six people, six bedrooms, in each - a table, a bed, a sofa, newspapers and magazines, this was the end of a simple guest life. It's sad.
A week later, he learned that some lady Newt decided to buy land near New Harley. Bambo worked for her, entrepreneurial and persistent woman. However, he could convince her to leave It would be better if he made a bet with her.
- What is your name?
- Jessica Newt. What you need?
- I need you to give me one part of this whole area.
Originally from Darlington
First chapter
Autumn of 2005 (two thousand fifth year), it was September. Alfred and Walter Berrow were in good spirits, but when the cold came, they became suspiciously rude.
If the students and teachers decorated the corridors with Halloween crafts, the brothers together copied the originals and with the help of a photo processing program made their own holiday cards. Walter's reaction to the feast did not find a response from his teachers and other students.
At school, on the fifth floor, the ground slowly went down, a group of tenth graders, and two of them they stopped near the iron crossbar, hanging between the railing and the stair. They talked about something so enthusiastically that they noticed it at the wrong time a teenage boy running by. He, apparently, wanted to hurt them.
He ran, touched the girl's elbow, and she turned over through the fence, began to fall slowly down. The guy threw his textbooks, having hooked by a foot for a free piece of metal, followed it, outstretched hands, grabbed the body, and gradually the pupil raised her to the fourth floor. Those people who were nearby, perfectly watched a scene and steps of the daredevil and when it ended, all at once conspired against the boy-the eighth-grader. Three teachers took the pest to the Director's office.
In the evening, the same day Diana said Frank short thoughts about last behaviors, sitting watching TV commercials, turned off the sound. Walter gone out to the living room and asked, why they were called.
Dad: - Children! We have to work internally suspended production, and on this occasion the family will temporarily save. Moneys' your excessive requests yet I can't give you. The school is close our neighborhood. You can walk on foot.
Mom: - Yeah. That's both good and bad. But be distracted from training and those the more we interfere with someone will not. Dad's right about this!
Nothing could be fixed. Walter and Alfred returned to table and played a video game on the computer.
A: - If this is true, I agree to be a pedestrian for at least two weeks.
W: - Be kind and tell me, please, who messed up yesterday? Who threw the girl from the gallery? Isn't that an accident?
A: - And you yourself did not do something?
W: - Only I made opportunities real. I wanted to, and I did.
Now I will close all windows on the computer, we will get dressed, and we will go let's tell our mom and dad that we were bad kids. Your fault is in many things.
W: - Wait, wait! We are not go on streets. We will find a taxi, with the remaining funds we will reach software Mall and ask the employees something suitable. We help them.