My voice was thick, like I was almost crying, but I wasn't, and I said, "Thanks, Lu. You're my best friend – even if you're a mighty, mighty Junior ...n High School now." And then I smiled at her.She smiled back.There was a funeral at the East Side Memorial Home where a whole bunch of people I didn't really know came to see my parents. There were two caskets and a picture of my parents on a stand. There were lots of flowers from a bunch of people. Mostly they were people from the local. He thought to himself as she made her self comfortable on the sofa. Louise looked at Harry, and surveyed his appearance, he was wearing a tight black t-shirt a couple of sizes to small and every now and again would forget himself and breathe out displaying quite a belly. He was wearing black jeans and his dark thinning asain hair was brushed back held in by a little gel. It was fair to say she was not as impressed as Harry but still she thought to herself, "This fella should be fairly. It wasn't one of the best in town, but you were exhausted and, at the time, you weren't concerned with the inn's aesthetic value. You feel a little homesick, but you quickly push that feeling away. After all, you're an adult now and you should be on your own. You could have stayed home another year, but you didn't want the others of your village to start talking about you. Especially considering your own brother had left when he was a year younger than you are now.As you rise from the pallet. My father and sister laughed at me when I told them about my new path. They never truly considered me a threat to their power, and I knew better than to come after them. I didn’t set out wanting to fight the Agents of Darkness. I just wanted to atone for what I’d done. That’s partly why I came to Toronto, Ontario. Growing up in Los Angeles, California, all I heard from my father was lousy things about his side of the family. With the exception of his cheerfully psychopathic dad, my grandfather.