《My boring life》1
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This fucking cat I s2g
I wonder why the couch is so dirty. It DEFINITELY ISNT FROM THE CAT THAT LITERALLY JUST WALKED ALL OVER IT WITH DIRTY PAWS. Jfc.
Anyway I'm bored does someone want me to make them covers? I have like twenty themes and five books.
Also I have some cRaZy news!!!
R u ready??
....
Ur not ready....
It's really fucking crazy
Ok get ready
Ur still not ready yet but here it goes.....
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I MADE A FREN!!!!!!!!! Guys this is a miracle cuz I'm so antisocial. And I constantly look irritated so ppl don't come up to me. But this girl came up to me and said hi and started a conversation with me (oh you thought that I started the convo? Lol no I'm still antisocial) and she's really nice :)
Also I'm still sick (better than yesterday tho) and my French teacher came up to me and asked if I was ok AGAIN. And I'm not even that sick anymore. And she said it was cuz I looked pale. LMAO I ACTUALLY LAUGHED WHEN SHE SAID THAT. BITCH IM ALWAYS PALE WHAT DO U WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT? I went to freaking Greece for three weeks and my tan is already gone. Oml why???
Oh and this is what happened in history class today:
Let's play a game called can you spot all 9 references?
I really like the silver sharpie.
I don't think this is v healthy tho.
Also I'm so happy about my outfit atm. It's the cosiest fucking thing on this earth. Cuz I'm wearing my designated "comfy pants" and my brothers old shirt and it's so cozy and warm and big I love it.
LOL WHAT AM I DOING TO MY FACE
Also yes this is a scooby doo blanket, stop judging me.
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8 239Enchanted High Book 1
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8 195♠The Good In The Bad♠ (Creepypasta x male reader) /Disconnected/
My friend demanded that I write this story for him soooooo here we are.(Ps he gave me $20 so I guess its a win win)Y/n is a 22 year old, Virgin male who still live with his father. His mother died from a car accident 2 years ago. Of course he was affected by this but his father well he was just the same but he became an alcoholic. Y/n wanted to avid thinking about his mother because it brought pain to his heart. So he got a job at a cafe that was some what like a restaurant He was able to cosplay as maid there so he enjoyed it.But everyone knows that some good things come to an end. He was sold to 7 men because his father was running low on money. Y/n has been at these men's place for who know how long. He has been raped and abused every day and night. He wanted to die on the spot. One day, while Y/n was being fucked, he could hear screaming but not the fun and games one. No he heard scream of pain. And with the screams of pain were guns shots and maniac laughter. The man on to of him heard the commotion going on so he pulled out of Y/n and opens the door. But when he did there was a gun fire and a thud follow after it. Y/n wired to scream but was to tired. He was breathing heavily and panting. But besides that he could he foot steps come in to the room not just one pair tho maybe a few maybe more. But he wanted to say something like "who's there?" or "is someone there?" but he didn't he was just tired so he passed.If you want to know what happens read the story welp in enjoy.
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