Some pics of me trying to model

this is kinda part of a dream i had but i changed my characters name and only put this part and put it in third person point of view for in my dream none of u know anyone in it but i thought this part was cute so:










She walked into school the দিন of her birthday glowing inside. She was so happy, her feet slipped on the wet floor as she took her পরবর্তি step and she flew into the new guy. The both were on the floor when their eyes met; he picked her up and set her on her feet, extending his arm.
“Hi I’m Alex nice to meet you, আপনি are.” He said
“Oh I’m Leah, nice to meet আপনি to, what grade...

Welcome one, welcome all, to the wonder that is ক্রাইম সিন ইনভেস্টিগেশন নিউ ইয়র্ক Fandom :D. Now if আপনি joined this spot, অথবা are considering joining this spot, আপনি obviously understand the concept, if আপনি don't আপনি certainly belong here XD. But just in case আপনি are still in প্রশ্ন I'd like to share with আপনি a little story...

*Mystical warp সঙ্গীত plays*

Once upon a time in a little ফোরাম in a big spot in just one category of one website was a game. What was this game, আপনি ask? It was Hangman, of course! আপনি see sometimes the অনুরাগী of the ক্রাইম সিন ইনভেস্টিগেশন নিউ ইয়র্ক spot would become bored and alas there was no cure for such an ailment and...

I was thinking of লেখা this for months but ii never could end it it sat un finished on my page and I think I finally have it now as I finish it on the spot. It came to me when sleeping and I decided why not finish it to go for the fic লেখা contest. So thats what im doing I decided to do বন্ধু cuz it fit the best. I thought what if Racheal was in the hospital what if she was dying and joey and monica and chandler and pheobe were all stuck in asia the only one near her was Ross and he was stuck fighting his feelings trying not to break down.
Hope আপনি like it. Hope its not to sad, and some...

Stella shut her locker as she finished changing into some আরো comfortable clothes that didn’t smell so strongly of cigarette smoke. Between the crime scenes and the testing in the lab, she felt like a walking cigarette. Her cell phone beeped, signaling she had a new text message. Reaching down, she picked up the phone to read the message. It was from Mac. Stella had to laugh as she read the text: 404211N, 0740058W. 1715 hrs? It was a game they played, sort of their own little way of communicating. When Mac had been in the Marines, he had been in charge of strategic field deployment and had...